Hustler’s Anthem Rob49 & Birdman

[Intro: Birdman]
'84, '94, '20, two type shit (Yeah)
Out of line, you get your fuckin' top topped
Ain't playin' no games, you pussies
Ayo, this on you, blood
Hold this shit down, blood
You understand me?
Cash Money, Rich Gang wave, nigga

[Chorus: Rob49]
Yeah crazy, yeah, hustler, that's me
Muscle, what you think?
Pussy, play your lick
I just dropped the lo, I miss my woe
Drug dealers sellin' coke and dope
I put niggas bitches on go
Everywhere I go, I'm like the pope
I was shooting dice by the stove (Okay)
I say this nigga lifeless as it go

[Verse: Rob49]
Yeah, I don't know what happened to my savage, but I can't turn him down
My girl a freak, I kiss her feet bеfore I eat her out
Two yеars ago, I ain't have nowhere to live (Aight)
Nigga bossed up quick and bought my moms a crib
A project baby, twenty-two, I'm rich
December, I was fucked up, you niggas lucked up
My mama put that dope up, to dodge the task force
Money, sex, drugs, violence that's what they told us
Was good for the youth, I'm a baby Larry Hoover (Alright)
I bless her, hallelujah, I'm fucking her every day
I'm dogging her out every way, eat pussy, crème brûlée
For God, the big boss, the real one, alright
I still keep my hammer in case need to nail something, alright
I still call my ho in case I miss her, alright
I still call my redbone, vanilla, alright