Aoc Obama, Peezy - Hustler lyrics

Big Aoc in this bitch, ayy

You make one hell of a hustler
You make one hell of a hustler
You make one hell of a hustler
You make one hell of a hustler (Big Aoc)

Can you believe this shit? Labels callin'
Playin' like they don't need this shit?
Fuck y'all, I'm 'bout to leave this bitch
'Cause all my niggas in the trap
They believe this shit
All the bad bitches fuckin' with me
Jealous niggas wanna kill me
Got me feelin' like Nipsey (Cuh-rip)
Man, fuck all of you snitches
Let me take you back to the eighth grade
It was just a quarter ounce
Hard and a razor blade sleepin' on the yard
In my car with nowhere to stay
Now I live in buildings with
Niggas that's in the NBA
Fuckin' bitches from back in the day
Left for a minute just to trap
I'm back in the A millionaire, no GD
Hustle man, hustle man, yeah, that's me

You make one hell of a hustler
You make one hell of a hustler
You make one hell of a hustler (yeah)
You make one hell of a hustler
(Ayy Aoc, what the fuck goin' on
Nigga? Let's get it)

My mama raised one hell of a hustler
My daddy raised a savage (yeah)
Granny told me get what I deserve
Don't ever live average (Nope)
I jumped in the game headfirst
Can't go out ass backwards (I can't)
Used to sell collard greens and yams
Tryna get that cabbage (For real)
My young bitch just called
She need some money for her lashes (Hello?)
I told that lil' ho I got
Her when I get my taxes (Lil' bitch)
Me and you is not the same
I'm in a different bracket (For real)
Me and you don't live the same
I live 'round them mansions (Real talk)
Went to Atlanta on a Monday
Left a check in Magic (City)
Left a puddle in the parking lot
Had on too much fabric (Drippin')
I see pussy niggas from afar
I don't need no glasses (Nope)
Keep a thigh pad at all times
I don't use no plastic (Fuck plastic)
I put niggas in position to
Take care of family (Boss)
Stack that paper to the sky 'cause
It's gon' come in handy (For real)
Got a trophy on my wrist
Ain't never won no Grammy (Nope)
And we ain't beggin' for shit
Word to my nigga Sammy (Huh?)

You make one hell of a hustler
You make one hell of a hustler
You make one hell of a hustler
You make one hell of a hustler

Hell no, I can't commercial rap
I just bought a car wash, you know
Commercial trap
I flash money 'cause I paid my tax
And all you niggas taking long
You don't deserve the pack, ayy
I never lied to my plug
But I'll to my ho and I'll lie under oath
(Damn) i sell a Bible to the devil
Sell some porn to the Pope
I sell a dirty nigga soap
Uh, yes, I'm the salesman
Every time my niggas call from jail
I'm the bailsman
Ayy, plug call, said them bails in
And I bring 'em straight to your door
I'm the mailman hey my hustle game so ape
You can throw me with gorillas
I'll come out wearin' Bape
You can throw me in the woods
I'll cut your trees down
Start building neighborhoods

You make one hell of a hustler
You make one hell of a hustler
You make one hell of a hustler
You make one hell of a hustler