Hustle Lyrics - Trunk Muzik Returns - Yelawolf

[Verse 1: Paul Wall] 

Rolling with the top down, on peanut butter guts 

Trolling, I'm about to climb 

Load the gun, turn the base up, turn it up 

Holding that Glock nine in case a hater run up 

Callin, I'm the shit now, so your bitch on my nuts 

I got my car smoking, but it ain't the motor 

It's just me and that dodo 

These [?] strolling, I stop and poke 'em 

But I'm trying to get that dojo 

Ridin' dirty, ain't no hobo 

It's just me strapped up like a GoPro 

And I one deep; Han Solo 

Hoes trying to capture me like a photo, hustle 

All I need is two cups of drank 

With the system crank and a fifth of [?] 

See me pulling pranks in my candy paint 

Pull broads around me in crowds 

Both tires when I hit the breaks 

My hustle skills you can't debate 

Money don't wait, I'll be stacking up bank 

Till I'm dead and up in them clouds 

Getting to the cake, man, fuck your faith 

Riding outta state with a Texas plate 

Speakers in the back be like an eighth 

415 rock up [?] skate 

Crawl like a snake, boys gonna hate 

But it's money to make, don't fall for the bait 

Save the bullshit, I ain't gotta cape 

All I got till I'm in the grave 

Is a whole lot of hustle, hustle 

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[Hook: Yelawolf ] 

Pack it up and send it all away 9 to 5 

I could do it all day, boy you know I gotta (hustle) 

Broom and a mop, I clean 'em up from outer space 

Gotta beam 'em up got an universal (hustle) 

Had a premonition of me in the front seat of 2013 

Boy, we gotta (hustle) 

We gotta, we gotta (hustle) 

You wanna go follow your dream then (hustle) 

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[Verse 2: Yelawolf] 

Yeah, couldn't tell me not to believe 

In the people that I was put in front of 

And told that I had an opportunity to become a part of a situation 

That put me in a position to maybe 

Some day break out of a small town 

I guess I fell for the okey doke 

I suppose I couldn't turn around in the hokey poke game 

To see lames and other folks 

Who thought joke was being played on me 

Oh, where the story goes again 

Here we go again, I'll again frown while the motherfuckers grin 

I can hear the sound of the gate closing in 

And I can feel the breeze of the hate blowing in 

Cause they all wanna go sightseeing 

Up in the Chevy and ride further in the wild 

And they kinda wanna drive, even make a turn off a road 

You ain't familiar with, enough to pay for the gas for a little bit then 

Before you know it, you got a best friend 

But when he started off he was just hitchhiking 

Should have heard when he said wolf for real 

If you're chill, you'll find another one just like him 

But it's hard as a motherfucker to say no 

When you're a rookie talking to a veteran playing pro 

And everything that he's saying 

He's saying to pay him close attention 

So you put your hand low 

Palms, out, opened, hoping 

And you can even see that engine smoking 

Plus all the money that he gave you owe him 

Rearview mirrors all of them broken 

Black boys, white boys, just a token 

For the slot machine, and the gambling notion 

Scamming and scoping, the animal inside 

The cannibal chose him, me 

I fell for another man's hustle 

[Hook: Yelawolf]