[Lyric] Hustle Ft. 12Digits (Gee Mak)

Fucking the beat like a bitch(Ahh)
We hustling, but yeah we're not on the street(no)
Just listen
Yeah we don't care how you feel(listen)
Fucking the beat like a bitch(Fuck)
Fucking the beat like a bitch(bitch)
We're hustling, but yeah we're not on the street(no)
Just listen
Yeah we don't care how you feel(prrr)

Gee Mak:

When I walk pass,niggas be talking
Yeah I don't listen, I just keep walking

Step on me better say sorry
All these bitches staring like they know me

Yeah yeah yeah mhm
Yeah yeah yeah shh
Sip all these niggas like I'm sipping liquor
They all follow me,I am the leader
They all scared of me, I'm a soul ripper
I work at the morgue, I drive fancy cars
I'm The Undertaker
I don't steal shit
I'm a OG, but I'm not a gangster

These niggas go both ways,so they say I'm hot like pepper
I don't play sports, but I'm a Wrestler
TLC Tables ladders and Chairs
They watching, while I'm walking up the stairs
I got nothing, but I'm working for more
I don't want less
Suplex City,yeah like BROCK LESNAR

I'm the head, they're my carriages,they look up to to me
I'm the influence,I do my shit alone
I keep my distance
When I plan, I'm quick
Like porridge, I'm instant
Hey lady, hide the long face
Show me a smile
Hurry up please,yeah be quick don't be a snail
I'm the viper
I'm in the sand
I'm a rattle snake
Fucking the beat like a bitch(Ahh)
We hustling, but yeah we're not on the street(no)
Just listen
Yeah we don't care how you feel(listen)
Fucking the beat like a bitch(Fuck)
Fucking the beat like a bitch(bitch)
We're hustling, but yeah we're not on the street(no)
Just listen
Yeah we don't care how you feel(prrr)

12Digits:
That's soul, yeah
Fuck it like a bitch, put your face down
Bend that ass, can you shake it now?
Pick it up, let me slut it up
Okay, let me figure out
You got me ripe, so don't be stopping now
No, no, I'm the man now
I'm running my race, and I'm not gonna stop it
And you're in the chase, I'm good with cash though
Yeah, got no kids, fuck them all
Living my life, fuck them
They want the legs off me and amputated
Fucked up, 'cuz I still be cheering for them
Damn them, I just can't hate them
And damn dawg, she's damn dead
Gee, no cap, can't end
I'm the best, no, I'm the boss
She wants it all, that's cool, but no belt
She want top of the head, no pen
Yeah, yeah, nothing to me
I cannot lose, stressed out, stressed out
Bringing the blues, slim talk, fuck, fuck
Winning to fools, I'm killing the bitches with
Pointy dick, bitch (shit, shit, shit)