Black Smurf, Eddy Baker - Hustle House lyrics

Block on fleek memphis boys ride deep
Bitch don't stress me
Where I'm at, just know that I'm doing me
Pushing work
Got the many zip locks for the cheap
Fifteen for a G half a gram, ten a piece
I'm just fast life living
Leaving peasants at my feet
In the hustle house posted
All alone, it's just me
Gotta serve you in the house
Cause my neighbors watching
All these fifties in my hand
I know you want to rob me (Pussy)

Making hella plays from the hustle house
You ain't talking money, you can get up out
Whole bunch of grams in the hustle house
Bust them out the package then
We scale them out
West coast nigga trapping in the south
I had the moon rocks
I could get you spaced out
My name came up quick thanks to word-of-mouth
Eating good
Veggie omelet at the waffle house
Bad bitch on my dick stick it up her blouse
Ever since she let me keep the
Work up at the house
Really with the biz nigga
What the fuck you bout?
We ain't grow up rich nigga
Had to trap it out
Started off with a gram, made a quarter ounce
Make that quarter to two whole ones
Then I made it bounce shoe box stash bitch
Fuck a bank account
And if you try to do us harm
You won't leave the house bitch