Hustle Yelawolf (Ft. Paul Wall)

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
Rolling with the top down, on peanut butter guts
Trolling, I'm about to clown
Let me go and turn the bass up (Turn it up)
Holding that Glock nine, in case a hater run up
Golden, 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 bops strolling, I stop and poke 'em
But I'm trying to get that dough, ho
Ridin' dirty, ain't no hobo
It's just me strapped up like a GoPro
And I'm one deep; Han Solo
Laws trying to capture me like a photo, hustle
All I need is two cups of drank
With the system crank in the fifth of faint
See me pulling pranks in my candy paint
Pull broads around me in crowds
Vogue 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 beating like an ape
4 15"s Rockford Fosgate
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