C-BO - Livin Like A Hustler, Pt. 2 lyrics

rate me

I'm livin' like a hustler big wheelin' and dealin'

Buyin big old buildings tryin to get my millions

The dealin don't stop so the block stays heated

Got the motherfuckin' dope if you need it

Sucker motherfuckers wanna line on my zone

I keep the cash in a casket at the funeral home

I'm gone with the wind around the world they spin

More for the dank than they do in the bay

So I'm off on the highway

To get mine, I think I'll hustle til my diein' day

I got spots like a dalmation, done seen the whole nation'

And every day is like a fucking' vacation

Parties with the fly bitches never after five bitches

Cause the dry snitches try to get you for your riches

Put 'em in a suit and take the loot before you dust em

Never love em, so fuck em, I'm Livin' Like A Hustler

Loves my weed can't stand my batch (bitch)

Loves my weed can't stand my bitch

I don't know Judo, but down with you know

Strapped with two glocks, gone off some pruno

Headin' for the house party on the southside

Four deep in a rag-top six-five

Hella bitches, hangin out the window

Killa Cali style from fours to eight-fifty benzo's

Hoes on stack, cause niggas been ballin crack since the mack

Packin the gat and won't think twice to bust a cap

Sportin' a brim like Freddy Krueger

Some trigger happy shooters, all strapped down with two rugers

I pulls over hit the juice on my ride

I got front and back and side to side