[Verse 1: Peezy]
We the syrup gang, all we do is pour
All the bitches love us, all the jewelers know
With some bad bitches, drinking Julio
And when that bag touch, we make it Julio
Seventy-five, thirty-five, the clearest raw
Soon as I touch down, he gon' clear me off
You don't hear what I'm saying? N***a, hear me out
Twenty band turn around, bitch, you hear me now?
Got a eighth rolled, got a eight poured
That's some rich n***a Sprite, it cost a bankroll
Backwood stuffed with dope, look like I can't roll
And free my hustle boy fam, n***a, case closed

[Chorus: Peezy]
Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on
Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on

[Verse 2: Team Eastside Lil P]
I'm a boss, sell work and don't touch it
N***a, I can make a band doing nothing
I'm a hustle boy, n***a, where the money?
Got twenty on me now, all hundreds
Fucking with the syrup gang, got me sipping lean
It ain't the same without the Sprite and beans
I just got connected with a kingpin
Break bread with my squad, watch my team win
Turn around for the double up
Double back on the n***a 'til I double up
Broke n***a, better hustle up
'Cause we gon' ball 'til we fall, ain't no stopping us
[Chorus: Peezy]
Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on
Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on

[Verse 3: HB Twin]
I hustle, I get it
The road? I hit it
Your ho? I did it
Your bro? he snitching
Four-fours be whistling
New year, n***a, spent stacks on the Pistons
Got some new gear, n***a, stuff them locs in my denims
Got a new bitch, n***a, eat my dick while I'm chilling
Blowing on crumbs, sipping on Ac', it got me feeling
Like fuck these n***as, I'ma grind up on a million
Winter time, long sleeves, put the foreign up
But I don't drive, bitch, I'm in the back pouring up
Bitch, I'm balling, I ain't came out my warm up
I'm riding through the red zone throwing Warren up
[Chorus: Peezy]
Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on
Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on
I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on