Dwayne swayze - Hustle different (feat. otto shakur)

Just want a lil stiff
Put blunts to my lips
Pull up in new whips
How could you blame me for this
I'm just a young kid and most of the time bro I'm peeled
I'm playing my role
It's hot can you hold no Imhotep I need the gold
Young'un just want a lil knowledge and style in these clothes
Smoke hella weed fuck on these hoes woe woe
She gave me the face
I'm closing the case
She still want a taste
Loving and feeling my vibe
I fuck with lil mama come ride then got some more face
That's how I do it
Smoke gas to influence
Deeper thoughts that's in my music
Sit back let me do it
Cheese it got me feeling super
Know that I keep me a Ruger uh
Jiggy nigga stacking dollars
All about the profit had to go and get the feti
Stomp on the beat like an angry Yeti
While she eating me up like I was Spaghetti
See I'm that nigga
No slack nigga
Giving you facts nigga
Double up and get a pack
Show 'em how to stack
Knowing I'm a tax niggas

Squad full of drug dealers
Quick to pull a trigger
Catch this free fade we don't need clippers
Gotta stop and pose for the feds pictures
Trying to lock and cage all these grave diggers
Sitting pool side in Versace slippers
Me and JB and 'bout twenty strippers
Running plays call this the flea flicker
Plotting money moves while I sip this liquor like
Wayne Manor that's a half a ticket
But I went years without a pot to piss in
Got rid of shit that tried to block my vision
Diamonds form under these conditions
Learned the game trying to pay admission
The flow pierce skin like its ammunition
On my Ricky Bobby this not new edition
Just proves my point bitch I hustle different
Swayze in a drop top foreign
Self Made like Ross, Meek and Folarin
Another paper tag trying chase this bag
Look only answer the line when its money calling
Foot on the gas so I'm never stalling
FN with me who want these problems
We see you making moves but I don't give a fuck what you hauling
Hoes date just for my wrist like my time piece
Twin glocks in her purse, thats how I keep the peace
Do what I gotta do to get keep these trophies
Already got a million dollar mouth piece
Burj Khalifa with a pound of reefer
Bring malice to the palace I'll be in the bleachers
I'm heating up now adjust thermostat
Then wash that dirty money clean like a laundromat
Man, where ya'll at
I been doing this for a minute
I'll let you mimic until I punch my ticket
Real name; No Gimmicks
At the line of scrimmage
On this money making mission counting up these digits
No Cap
All Sway spit is facts
This a 38 special, yeah the flows in tact
Look everybody know when I spit like that
Just tell I dream in stereo to bring that back I'm like yo
Wayne Manor that's a half a ticket
But I went years without a pot to piss in
Got rid of shit that tried to block my vision
Diamonds form under these conditions
Learned the game trying to pay admission
The flow pierce skin like its ammunition
On my Ricky Bobby this not new edition
Just proves my point bitch I hustle different

Writers: Dwane Sweazie , Kameron Broussard

Lyrics © DistroKid

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