11 Yo Gotti

[Verse 1]
This the art of hustle, this the art of war
Five mil' in the crib and it got art galore
Shawty arch her back, like a masterpiece
I'm black but she white and she's a master freak
Got a lock on that pussy, I got the master key
She like them 'bout it 'bout it niggas, ugh, Master P
I'm a master chef, the way I whip a beat
The way I cook it and cut it, it's like I mastered the street
It's the art of grindin', bricks on consignment
50/50 chance that the plug ain't gon' find me
Life of the grindin', life of the slammin'
Hit a million dollar lick then I move to Miami

[Hook]
It's the art
11/11 I'm droppin' the album
It's the art
Them white 11s, you know I'm gon' have 'em
You have art
11:11, the Porsche 9/11, I just threw 11
Hustle is an art
Cause I've been gettin' money
And I've been out here thuggin' since I was 11

[Verse 2]
I must met her in Heaven
She like an angel like she got some wings
Put her on jets and I take her to countries
Fuck up the money and show her some things
Mention my name, let you mention the king
You must not know what I mean
When I say art of the hustle
My niggas, my brothas and bitch, I'ma ride for the team
11, 11, the brick 22 so the half was 11
Always gettin' money, I've been doin' this shit since I was 1-7
Yeah I was 17, nigga, with 17 niggas with MAC 11s
Now the bricks goin for 40, 32 shots, we invested in weapons
11 ARs, 11 AKs, 11 FNs
11 new cars, 11 new chains, but no new friends
The streets been askin'
I'm droppin' a classic to fuck up the streets
I do what I does
But not just for me, for my niggas to eat
And my bitch been complainin'
She thinkin' I'm fuckin' 11 new freaks
And my plug been complainin'
Like fuck all that rap shit, let's get to the streets
11, that's one over 10 and one under 12
And I'm still in the hood, [?] and runnin' from 12