(Verse 1)

Bitch I'm back up in this shit and I'm fuckin' out of line

Lil Ace up in this, bitch, Latin Prince of Fuckin' Rhymes

Im not gonna lie but I don't bang

Latin Hustle is the only thing I bring

Lil Ace in this shit doin what I do best

My motto is fuck my life, fuck the world, and fuck the rest

Wanna fuck with us you get a bullet in your chest

Homie we don't front cuz we know we the best

Shout out Young-E & Lady Flow them kids got my back

We have all that fuckin' swagger and thats what y'all bitches lack

Love me or hate me bitch I don't give a fuck

Mess with Latin Hustle bitch you'll run out of luck

Latin Hustle Squad bitch don't fukkin hate

Eat your ass alive bitch im hungry and haven't ate

(Verse 2)

This the 1st impression, homie, let me do my thing

When I make it big ima have all of dat fukkin bling

Latin Hustle Squad bitch give us our championship ring

I know you want more let me see what I could bring

Raised in the ghetto homie shout out Drew Street

My rhymes taste like candy that shit is too fuckin' sweet

Give me beats, pens, and paper you won't come out alive

Latin Hustle in this shit bitch I got a lot of time

Murder beats and kill the rhymes bitch that's what I live for

Don't bother me bitch I'll kill your ass ho

Can't match up to what we got in store

Taking out haters, snitches, we start from the core

Bitches get a lot but they ask for more

Fuck with Latin Hustle and you'll get your ass torn

This is hip-hop shit don't confuse dis for a poem

Fuck it man thats all I have time to go back home