[Intro: CrudChapo]
(MIA JAY C)
Savv Boys, n***a
Yeah
(I hear you, JAY C)
Talk to 'em, G

[Chorus: CrudChapo]
I hustle
Work or the scams, I can't pick
'Cause I hustle
Rover or the Lam', I can't pick
'Cause I hustle
AP or the Patek, I can't pick
'Cause I hustle
If I want it, I gotta have it, I can't pick
'Cause I hustle
Work or the scams, I can't pick
'Cause I hustle
Rover or the Lam', I can't pick
'Cause I hustle
AP or the Patek, I can't pick
'Cause I hustle
If I want it, I gotta have it, I can't pick
'Cause I hustle
[Verse 1: CrudChapo]
I like to bust a brick down, get it all
Brodie playin' with that naw, but bro fuckin' 'round with fraud
I be waitin' on the calls, brodie waitin' on the laws
On the stove, I'm a dog, on the road with the raw
Two hundred jacks in the back, I just pray I make it back
I was just facin' fifty, but my n***a ain't crack
I be misplacin' giffies, but the glizzy in my lap
I got n***as in the joint that'll catch you for a rack
One twenty-five on my neck, a light fifty on my wrist
I guess it's worth dyin' for, this shit'll get you six bricks
I be ridin' 'round servin' while you laid up with a bitch
Better slap your ho on the D and make her ass get you rich, ayy
Send her into stores, let her ass learn the ropes
I was tryna see a roll, young as hell, sellin' soap
N***a, I just want the pros, I ain't tryna be the G.O.A.T.
You must miss your dead homie, you keep askin' if it's smoke (Is it smoke?)

[Chorus: CrudChapo]
I hustle
Work or the scams, I can't pick
'Cause I hustle
Rover or the Lam', I can't pick
'Cause I hustle
AP or the Patek, I can't pick
'Cause I hustle
If I want it, I gotta have it, I can't pick
'Cause I hustle
Work or the scams, I can't pick
'Cause I hustle
Rover or the Lam', I can't pick
'Cause I hustle
AP or the Patek, I can't pick
'Cause I hustle
If I want it, I gotta have it, I can't pick
'Cause I hustle
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I can't pick, Richard Millie or the Lam' truck
Real hustlers, every other week, I run a hundred bands up
Forty-five racks and two straps, can't hold my pants up
Yeah, I rap, but I still be in the spot cuttin' grams up
Hutch did the watch, this what fifty bands look like
I sell weight, can't even tell you what a hundred grams look like
Seventy-five racks in all hundreds make it look light
Okay, I'm finna drink a whole pint, n***a, good night
Just dropped an eight of Wock', when I wake up, I'ma pour a pop
Okay, I sold a half a brick today, it's time to close the spot
Okay, that lil' Drac' you got cool, but this an older chop
I live in the 'burbs, I can go to sleep with the door unlocked
Finna have Icebox do a watch, just tryin' shit
So much money comin' in, when I get bored, I'm just buyin' shit
He was movin' slow tryna snatch my chain, he died quick
Havin' withdrawals, fuck this rap shit, I'm finna buy a brick

[Chorus: CrudChapo]
I hustle
Work or the scams, I can't pick
'Cause I hustle
Rover or the Lam', I can't pick
'Cause I hustle
AP or the Patek, I can't pick
'Cause I hustle
If I want it, I gotta have it, I can't pick
'Cause I hustle
Work or the scams, I can't pick
'Cause I hustle
Rover or the Lam', I can't pick
'Cause I hustle
AP or the Patek, I can't pick
'Cause I hustle
If I want it, I gotta have it, I can't pick
'Cause I hustle