Lyrics Hustle Junkie.lrc BabyTron
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[length: 02:49]
[00:02.08]So many times I could’ve stayed down but got up
[00:04.75]Bitch, yeah
[00:06.57]ShittyBoyz (Damn, Machu, why’d you have to do ’em like that?)
[00:09.20]So many times I could’ve stayed down but got up
[00:11.37]Try something, got some Glocks tucked, pussy, not us
[00:13.74]Unky in the trap, playing D till it’s locked up
[00:16.01]Forgot what time it is, prolly ’cause my watch bust
[00:18.47]That is not Runtz, put that ‘Wood down
[00:20.76]You is not tough, why you tryna put yo foot down?
[00:23.13]Damn near a milli’ off the raps, I put the juggs down
[00:25.51]Paranoid off the Perc’, clutching while I look ’round
[00:28.06]Twenty-three on me, call this bitch “LeBron James”
[00:30.32]And I got a choppa, let it sing like it’s Rod Wave
[00:32.48]When I’m chilling, I just play the joggy off the Kanye’s
[00:34.71]Fourteen hunnid dollar Loubs like it’s prom day
[00:37.16]Three thousand dollar outfit, call me “André”
[00:39.88]Thirty dollar eighthies, you don’t really know how za taste
[00:42.30]Poured a two and fell asleep, that’s a pop waste
[00:44.37]Why the fuck you got shit to say and you ain’t got pape’?
[00:46.21]What the fuck
[00:47.54]Looking crazy, with yo broke-ass
[00:49.12]Lungs ’bout blacker than a bitch, I only smoke gas
[00:51.51]Shit talker, think my right pocket ’bout yo whole stash
[00:53.98]I’m sick you out here down looking so bad
[00:55.91]Backwood full of yeah, you be smoking nah
[00:58.66]Got the blueprint to win but I ain’t coaching y’all (Nah)
[01:01.05]Wake up, lace ’em up, all I know is ball
[01:03.15]I’m talking Track.2 euro stepping, I ain’t no Gasol (Euro stepping)
[01:05.45]Woke up and dropped six like I hit three jumpers
[01:07.89]Big bankroll full of blues, you a green thumber
[01:10.12]I might throw some pinks in this bitch to be a sleeve upper
[01:12.53]Throw them ones away, you been playing ’em for three summers
[01:14.84]Moncler bubble vest, hit for fifteen Benjis
[01:17.28]Scat Packs, Hellcats, Trackhawks, ain’t seen Hemis
[01:19.84]Ocean Prime or the Eddie V’s, I ain’t seen Denny’s
[01:21.60]Hitman on fully, swear to God that he ain’t seen semis
[01:24.02]Buffs on, blowing out O’s like I’m Master Roshi
[01:26.43]Pit stop, food truck, lobster in the macaroni
[01:28.88]Lil’ brodie bad as hell, fucked around and crashed the stolie
[01:31.27]I’ll send an opp to Neptune, got a blaster on me
[01:33.66]High as hell, floating in that spaceship like Captain Kirk
[01:36.09]All your 201s dead, never seen no active work
[01:38.44]Eight thousand dollar cash if you wanna grab a verse
[01:40.78]Tell a bitch tryna talk to me, “Win a pageant first”
[01:43.06]Two, five, eight, can’t stop, I’m a hustle junkie
[01:45.45]Two hundred clips, if I miss, boy, you double lucky
[01:47.83]Stopping at the trap, finna go and see what’s up with unky
[01:50.15]Supreme drip, T-shirt cost a couple hundy
[01:52.55]You ain’t seen what I seen, did what I did (You haven’t)
[01:55.11]You ain’t felt what I felt, feel it in my ribs
[01:57.26]Grown man money, next year, I’m building me a crib (I swear)
[01:59.37]Where the yeah at? Exotic pop chilling in the fridge (Yeah)
[02:03.01]Feeling like I’m him (Yeah)
[02:04.48]If I hear it’s up, shit, I’m sitting on the rim
[02:06.55]Missed all his shots, doggy need to get up in the gym (What?)
[02:09.22].223s hit him in his hat, peel it by his brim
[02:12.03]I’m a king, feel like Marvin Bagley
[02:14.12]You can hear the demon in this bitch when I start the Chally
[02:16.17]On the road, finna stop and test one of these cars at Rally’s
[02:18.60]Hall of Fame deadeye, ain’t no way that you guarding Stanley
[02:20.99]Looking like an ice sculpture, Hutch got my kit dancing
[02:23.39]Won’t stop grinding till I’m chilling in that big mansion
[02:25.72]If I call them jack boys, they’ll make yo shit vanish
[02:28.03]Don’t make me put the rap down, go back to chip jamming
[02:36.59]Yeah (Damn, Machu, why’d you have to do ’em like that?)
[02:40.06]Year of Release: 2022