Hustlers Poem

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Sammy Saucelito

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Is KushGang Nikka
Is that GMF Shit JuHeard?!
Haha
Yo

Yo act different
Mac spittin leave you back flippin
My dad missin
But that ain't the reason i spaz different
You ad libbin
I really done did I brag different
You cat fishin
You gettin FaceTime with Nick Cannon
I got four doors on my ride but I'm still whipping that coup
Couple birds stuffed in that trunk let's chop them wings and sell em by noon
I done jumped off in that bando
I done popped off wit that tool
I done graduated hard knocks got the timbs caps Navy blue
Find me twirlin off wit some GD's
Or I'm posted up wit some Loc's
But don't get it twisted I'm really wit it yell fumez the homies gon roll
I been posted up wit that pole
Heart been cold
Sagg been flippin that snow
Winter keep a fresh bankroll
Keep me a toast
So I can keep spreading the dough
I'm back wit it
No crack flippin
Kuzz I act different
That was back then when i ain't had shit
Now my bank account attractin scammers
More than average is like magic
I done shot son like a camera
Now I block run kuzz I'm Sammy
And my gloc bun but ain't jammin
Wit my top done I live lavish (Dopesauce)
I got 4 doors in my coup
Yeah my top down is no roof
If I hit them angles acute
I have ya bitch screaming ah shoot
Issa must I handle my business
Got a 4-5 wit them sixes
And my clique be blixkin for digits

I got bricks all in my ride
Ain't tryna serve up no dime
If I see the boys then it's time
I might just clean the noise wit this nine
I'm a king I sit my throne
Yeah big shit I'm talkin Capone
Issa must I make it back home
If I don't hear my hustlers poem

Said I got 4 fifths in my whip
Ain't no choice but load up the clips
I been working juggin for chips
Kick in doors wit semis that's it
I'm a king I sit my throne
Yeah big shit I'm talkin Capone
Issa must I make it back home
If I don't hear my hustlers poem

I hustle hard
Four fifth stuffed in my duffle boy (Ah)
Head man in charge
Spent a couple racks to expand this far (Like Yo)
Issa cold winter
Cooking up a pack
Still eatin cold dinner
Keep a pole wit me 
Alleviate the pain
Leave the soul empty
I got math all on my mind
Flippin packs all of the time
50-50 stay on my grind
Whipping chickens product been flyin
I'm a loosely goosey burn spruce leaf
And my toolies two piece like two g's
Couple groupies tryna unscrew me
Mazi primetime shootin a movie
Lyrabatics spazzin trap antics
We'll applaud when nikkas act backward
I might stall on nikkas mad max them
Go abroad with work and Sam tax them
If is KushGang then we Smoke Smoke
And the SourSquad rollin Dope Dope
Hit up Sour Paul and we Toke Toke
Not a breeze at all finna Choke Choke
All these diamonds wrapped on my Throat Throat
I finesse my watch and then I Poke Poke
She gone neck the top that's a low blow
I control ha mind wit that soul glo
I can't find the time on my taurnue 
Say is time to grind I'm lettin 4 go
I been steady workin what's a furlough
And my vocabulary don't know forclose

I got bricks all in my ride
Ain't tryna serve up no dime
If I see the boys then it's time
I might just clean the noise wit this nine
I'm a king I sit my throne
Yeah big shit I'm talkin Capone
Issa must I make it back home
If I don't hear my hustlers poem

Said I got 4 fifths in my whip
Ain't no choice but load up the clips
I been working juggin for chips
Kick in doors wit semis that's it
I'm a king I sit my throne
Yeah big shit I'm talkin Capone
Issa must I make it back home
If I don't hear my hustlers poem

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