Pops, I'm A Hustla Lyrics - Playa

[Romeo: talking] 

Yea uh-huh-uh 

Hey pops 

I had to do it to em man 

haha 

[Pre-Hook x2:] 

I'm a hustler never sold drugs 

Kill is in my blood I was born to be a thug 

[Verse 1: Romeo] 

Mouth full of gold 

Jewels un froze 

I'm glow-glow-glowing 

But my name aint dro 

C-p-3, C-P-T 

I got the whole hood yelling 

They want me 

P. Miller wheels 

Iced out grills 

The house on the lake cost at least six mill 

Dude your too small 

Better get some hills 

You messing with the president 

My soldiers kill 

Kinda on my truths 

So I never had to fight 

But like your grandma said 

Even nice thugs fight 

Only hang with black sheep I'm the only one white 

Why be wrong when I can be so right 

I make it rain all day and all night 

Kill the blind walk on water evey time. 

I'm a hustla just asks pops 

Sold mill on theses record I ain't have to get shot 

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[Pre-Hook x2:] 

I'm a hustler never sold drugs 

Kill is in my blood I was born to be a thug 

[Hook x4: Romeo] 

I'ma hustler, pops I'm a hustler homie, yea 

[Pre-Hook x2:] 

[Hook x4: Romeo] 

[Verse 2: Playa] 

I'm on the grind making money 

Fling it to then fens 

Breaking down keys 

On the triple beam 

If you wanna get wit me 

Then come with 23 

I got that brown that white 

Buy one get one free 

Buying jewelery 

VVS's in my teeth 

My family gotta eat 

Thats why I'm constantly in the streets 

I got that work for dirty 

If you want it come and get it 

Me and Rome getting paid 

And we keep it safe wit 

Photos 

[Verse 3: Tank] 

I'm a west coast hustler 

West coast birta 

Rep south Central 

Front line soldier 

Who can make the club bounce 

Run them little girls out 

Gutta chain shining 

Whips just reclining 

I'm always about dough 

Hard on the oh 

Dudes break dough I'm a young 64 

Up and down the streets grinding 

The po's cant find em 

Where your boy at? 

I'm in the mow hard timing 

[Pre-Hook x2:] 

[Hook x4: Romeo] 

[Pre-Hook x2:] 

[Hook x4: Romeo] 

[Verse 4: C-Los] 

I'm gutta gutta 

Thugging, hustling fo' real 

Like its ill 

It's still here first 

Benifill 

I'm a hustler I don't settle for a couple of mill 

I want the whole enchilada 

Like a couple of bill 

I'm a hustler like my daddy, like my brother, like my momma 

Number one and 9 to 5's 

And nigga real selling papa 

Stay tacked for them jacks 

And a tuck on the glock 

Thats cause I stay on my grind like 

I'm pumping a lot 

[Verse 5:] 

When it come to shapes and cubes 

I get it by two 

Break it up like fist fights 

And push it all the way through 

Let my chick set sail like my bro's on a cruise 

Gutta music got stacks 

We'd ball on the screw 

Order be cool 

You don't wanna star on the news 

Grow weed in Louisiana animals 

Like Autum Bensue 

I'm a fool 

Get money, get Cash 

Let them haters hate 

Now I'm on the blocking pumping bass 

Like the 808 

[Pre-Hook x2:] 

[Hook x4: Romeo]