[Verse 1: Peezy]

We the syrup gang, all we do is pour

All the bitches love us, all the jewelers know

With some bad bitches, drinking Julio

And when that bag touch, we make it Julio

Seventy-five, thirty-five, the clearest raw

Soon as I touch down, he gon' clear me off

You don't hear what I'm saying? Nigga, hear me out

Twenty band turn around, bitch, you hear me now?

Got a eighth rolled, got a eight poured

That's some rich nigga Sprite, it cost a bankroll

Backwood stuffed with dope, look like I can't roll

And free my hustle boy fam, nigga, case closed

[Chorus: Peezy]

Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on

I get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on

Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on

I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on

Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on

I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on

I get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on

I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on

[Verse 2: Team Eastside Lil P]

I'm a boss, sell work and don't touch it

Nigga, I can make a band doing nothing

I'm a hustle boy, nigga, where the money?

Got twenty on me now, all hundreds

Fucking with the syrup gang, got me sipping lean

It ain't the same without the Sprite and beans

I just got connected with a kingpin

Break bread with my squad, watch my team win

Turn around for the double up

Double back on the nigga 'til I double up

Broke nigga, better hustle up

'Cause we gon' ball 'til we fall, ain't no stopping us

[Chorus: Peezy]

Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on

I get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on

Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on

I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on

Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on

I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on

I get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on

I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on

[Verse 3: HB Twin]

I hustle, I get it

The road? I hit it

Your ho? I did it

Your bro? he snitching

Four-fours be whistling

New year, nigga, spent stacks on the Pistons

Got some new gear, nigga, stuff them locs in my denims

Got a new bitch, nigga, eat my dick while I'm chilling

Blowing on crumbs, sipping on Ac', it got me feeling

Like fuck these niggas, I'ma grind up on a million

Winter time, long sleeves, put the foreign up

But I don't drive, bitch, I'm in the back pouring up

Bitch, I'm balling, I ain't came out my warm up

I'm riding through the red zone throwing Warren up

[Chorus: Peezy]

Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on

I get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on

Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on

I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on

Get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on

I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on

I get my hustle on, gotta get my hustle on

I get my hustle on, I gotta get my hustle on