[Hook: Tito Green]
My nigga we hustle
We hustle, we hustle, we hustle
We hustle, we hustle, we hustle
We hustle, we hustle, we hustle
My nigga we hustle
That's muscle on muscle on muscle
We hustle, we hustle, we hustle
We hustle, we hustle, we hustle
My nigga we hustle
We hustle, we hustle, we hustle
That's muscle on muscle on muscle on muscle on muscle on muscle
My nigga we hustle
That's hustle on hustle on hustle
Hustle on hustle on hustle on hustle on hustle
My nigga we hustle
[Verse 1: Freekey Zeke]
Everybody knows Zeke nigga
7-30 that's me nigga
Dreamchaser like Meek nigga
Business man and street nigga
Pulled up and I skrrt off
Titties out when the skirt off
Pussy wet for that Birk off
We turned up and she turned on
We hustle
We hustle, we hustle, we hustle
I'm getting that work on a muscle
I'm hittin' the block, then we bubble
My dogs bite through that muscle
I'm Harlem wit' it when I come through
My Bronx niggas ready to rumble
I'm G'd up and stay humble
We don't get it twisted
This street life we really lived it
Fucked them birds and we f'd the chicken
Cookin' up chef in the kitchen
Frontline when I'm in the trenches
Shittin' on 'em [?]
Strapped up [?] as the business
Starin' the ground, we gotta get it
My nigga we hustle
We hustle, we hustle, we hustle
We hustle, we hustle, we hustle
We hustle, we hustle, we hustle
My nigga we hustle
That's muscle on muscle on muscle
We hustle, we hustle, we hustle
We hustle, we hustle, we hustle
My nigga we hustle
We hustle, we hustle, we hustle
That's muscle on muscle on muscle on muscle on muscle on muscle
My nigga we hustle
That's hustle on hustle on hustle
Hustle on hustle on hustle on hustle on hustle
My nigga we hustle
[Verse 1: Freekey Zeke]
Everybody knows Zeke nigga
7-30 that's me nigga
Dreamchaser like Meek nigga
Business man and street nigga
Pulled up and I skrrt off
Titties out when the skirt off
Pussy wet for that Birk off
We turned up and she turned on
We hustle
We hustle, we hustle, we hustle
I'm getting that work on a muscle
I'm hittin' the block, then we bubble
My dogs bite through that muscle
I'm Harlem wit' it when I come through
My Bronx niggas ready to rumble
I'm G'd up and stay humble
We don't get it twisted
This street life we really lived it
Fucked them birds and we f'd the chicken
Cookin' up chef in the kitchen
Frontline when I'm in the trenches
Shittin' on 'em [?]
Strapped up [?] as the business
Starin' the ground, we gotta get it
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