[Intro]

Nigga, I started this Goon Sqwad shit

What it seem like nigga? Y'all know what it is

Do what we wanna do around here

Sup lil' nigga? Wassup?

[Verse 1]

He used to see me bendin' corners in the 6-4

Seen him at the dice game, haulin' with the hit flow

Sixteen years old, nigga got a lil' paper

Hold on lil' homie, lil' nigga, lil' paper

Asked me what the business was, told me what he's gettin'

He looked me in my eyes, what's the ticket on a chicken?

I told him "thirty-two", he asked me "How much for a half?"

I told him I ain't do 'em like that and this nigga laughed

Told him "I tell you what", you cash out one, I'ma throw you two

And when you all through, cash out three, you all hood with me

Tossed the bag on the floor, he ready to do some more

We counted out the dough, he ready to do four

Lil' nigga laughed and say "Ready to ride", I'ma give you five

And it's gon' be right, say you want some money lil' nigga

Well let's see [?]

[Chorus]

Hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler

[Verse 2]

Okay, now I've been gettin' money for a long time

Even with a dick in shit, nigga I was on mine

Never paid late, always stay G

It's how this lil' nigga here, he remind me of me

He appreciate the hustle, he-a go get it

I ain't bullshittin' this motherfucker cold with it

I asked him what he do and "Shit, I slang at these bitches"

Only thing I love, homie bangin' these bitches

Whatever the fuck he doin', I said "Fuck it, I'm gon' let him"

Now he gettin' fifty a week, at twenty-seven

And he don't give a fuck, he'll do it for thirty-three

Six dollars a piece, this lil' nigga's a beast

I ain't mad at it, nigga got his balls strapped on

They lost it for a minute, now they all back on

Whole team back strong, but somethin' ain't right

One of his soldiers got hit last night, he a motherfuckin' hustler

[Chorus]

Hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler

[Verse 3]

No matter how many this nigga paying

I'm neglected to mention that I ain't school him to the game

I figured I ain't have to, he had a clientele

He want what I'm sellin', I figured shit, might as well

That's a bad move, shit, it was my fault

So what if the nigga that I been servin' get caught

And he decide to talk, and give 'em my name

Gotta do what I do to niggas, I'm thankful to the game

Now I'm paranoid, he keepin' it one hunnid

Tellin' me everything, I'm thinking this nigga frontin'

What they ask a lil' homie? Did they ask 'em 'bout me?

He looked me in my eyes, "Hell naw, OG"

"Lil' homie don't know that I been gettin' this from you"

I believe you lil' nigga, so this what you gotta do

Go and bail him out, ask him what was said

But before he get to answer put a bullet in his head

You a motherfuckin' hustler

[Chorus]

Hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler, hustler

[Outro]

Y'all niggas better open your eyes

Start schoolin' these lil' niggas

They don't know the game

Anybody could bang (What!)

(Goon Sqwad, and ya don't stop)

(Trick Trick, and ya don't stop)

(DOC, and ya don't stop)

(Young Shine, and ya don't stop)

(Shoutout to DOC, nigga [?], what up?)

Put it in the middle and drop it on a one, boy (Hahaha)