Mmmmmmh I’m a hustler bitch let me tell you what I know I’m a hustler bitch got these bands to blow Walk these streets in my heels head on swivel for the feds Plenty opps want me gone? Funny, babe, I’m still ahead Your man on my line he blowin’ up my phone Oh? You pressed about it? Girl, leave that lame alone You a waste ting I’ll bury you quick 6ft deep, silk sheets tucked in, cold as brick But these dudes stay lovin’ it Oh you mad? Here’s a trash bag, pack it You’ll be glad when I’m throwin’ these hands, catch it Got these bands stackin’ He my biggest fan now Your man a stan now Got you stressin’ “Is he under her?” Off with your head, sis (Shudder) YIKES On a whim? Bitch, that’s grim - - - - - - Brah.brah.brah, queen shit You know me Throwback vibes Smack! My girls, my sis, my ride-or-dies I see you lurkin’, wonderin’ I’m up! One leg in these sheets Out the door Before you even blink Bitch, I do more Shoot my shot and I score Bow bow Got ‘em sore World on my hips Wantin’ more Sushi date, bad bitch aura Knick knack, paddy whack Give a opp a heart attack Skibidi Talkin’ free? Nah, won’t let you bother me You’ll see Check your energy at the door Where your colors at? Chakras all misaligned, poor No drip, sis? Such a goofy broad Wallahi, bless up Protect the girls, fam Keep the crown on, never fold We run this, understand? I’m that bitch they can’t touch Hustle cold, heart hot Your man know what’s up He callin’ nonstop So stay in your lane, boo ‘Fore I make you crop Yeah… hustler bitch forever.
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