Hustler’s Anthem lyrics

[Intro: Birdman]
'84, '94, '20, two type sh*t (Yeah)
Out of line, you get your f*ckin' top topped
Ain't playin' no games, you pussies
Ayo, this on you, blood
Hold this sh*t down, blood
You understand me?
Cash Money, Rich Gang wave, n*gga

[Chorus: Rob49]
Yeah crazy, yeah, hustler, that's me
Muscle, what you think?
pus*y, play your lick
I just dropped the lo, I miss my woe
Drug dealers sellin' coke and dope
I put n*ggas b*tches on go
Everywhere I go, I'm like the pope
I was shooting dice by the stove (Okay)
I say this n*gga lifeless as it go

[Verse: Rob49]
Yeah, I don't know what happened to my savage, but I can't turn him down
My girl a freak, I kiss her feet bеfore I eat her out
Two yеars ago, I ain't have nowhere to live (Aight)
n*gga bossed up quick and bought my moms a crib
A project baby, twenty-two, I'm rich
December, I was f*cked up, you n*ggas lucked up
My mama put that dope up, to dodge the task force
Money, sex, drugs, violence that's what they told us
Was good for the youth, I'm a baby Larry Hoover (Alright)
I bless her, hallelujah, I'm f*cking her every day
I'm dogging her out every way, eat pus*y, crème brûlée
For God, the big boss, the real one, alright
I still keep my hammer in case need to nail something, alright
I still call my ho in case I miss her, alright
I still call my redbone, vanilla, alright
[Chorus: Rob49]
Yeah crazy, yeah, hustler, that's me
Muscle, what you think?
pus*y, play your lick
I just dropped the lo', I miss my woe
Drug dealers sellin' coke and dope
I put n*ggas b*tches on go
Everywhere I go, I'm like the pope
I was shooting dice by the stove (I was shooting dice by the stove)
I say this n*gga lifeless as it go