Lacombe
Black Smurf, $uicideBoy$
(Fucking purple uh, uh, uh uh)
Rollin' Backwoods in the back of da woods
Bitch, I'm back, light the woods
Never looking back, bitch, I'm good
II be that 7th Ward Lord with them 7-4 swords
Cuttin' seven foreign whores, hoe
Me and Smurf got a fucking problem
$lick took too much Neurontin
Now his fucking head is throbbin'
Feeling wavy like the fucking coast
Popped one, then gave two to Ghoste
Grey the $uicidal host
I'm smoking dope, aye bitch
You know that I'm that fucking junkie
Bitches tryna fuck me
Lucky if I let 'em suck me
Smoking Cadillac dope in a berry leaf
Laying in the cut
I promise you won't even see
Selling indica, lil' boy
I got it for the cheap
If I get it for the two
You get it for the three
Every time I hit the scene
These hoes is all on me
Every time I'm sippin' lean
I usually got it free
It's Hustle 'till I die
I chase the cheese like Chester Cheetah
There's so much heat, I stick your finger
But dare you to play the stick-up?
Play the robber at the druggie? Your
Body they gotta pick up shawty official
Used to being hustled to get your chips up
Who's to say I'm the villain?
No pistol, check on me, only fists up
My ten pack of Gorilla with
Bullets the size of missiles
My pimp hand has the lean
And you flex as you come official
Come to my Hustle family, it's over
I blow the whistle
Written by: Aristos Petrou, Jonathan Crawford, Scott ArceneauxLyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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