Hustlers CunninLynguists

[Refrain]
All these hustlers
They're in love with her
But love is just a word, so
They're just customers
All these hustlers
They're in love with her
But love is just a word, so
They're just customers

[Verse: Kno]
Hey, you met her at a house party, bent
You grip a glass while she flicks the sticks
Fireball shots and the shit seems lit
But yo she knows if your pipe game is sixteen bits
She a true player in the literal sense
Got a flat twist and a cinnamon tint
Home slang hips with a venomous spit
The type you can't get without a gentleman's wit, but
You bum ride while she glides in the BM
Called out at home trying to slide in the DM
From AM to PM she servin' toys
Her red bottoms covered in the blood of fuck boys
On the soles of her primrose pumps
You find the soul of a two-pump chump
Who refuse to kick rocks in some beat up Chucks
So just let her put her feet up, cuz
She ain't playin' with you