Lyrics Hustler's Wife - DJ Green Lantern , Benny The Butcher
This
gon'
really
hurt
y'all
niggas
feelings
Let
me
turn
this
shit
all
the
way
up
Griselda,
Black
Soprano
Yo,
half
a
block
on
the
road,
I
only
stop
for
the
toll
Dick
ridin'
not
in
the
code
(nah...)
I
really
threw
a
pot
on
the
stove,
they
used
to
cop
it
and
go
Now
all
our
watches
is
froze
You
only
fuckin'
gossipin'
hoes,
but
if
I
got
her
she
cold
I
never
met
a
chick
that
I
couldn't
mold
I'm
on
Collins
gettin'
top
in
a
Rolls,
with
a
Glock
that'll
blow
Got
ten
bands
on
me
rockin'
Vlone
I
caught
cocaine
cases,
students
turned
into
gangstas
Lieutenants
knew
us
by
our
first
name
basis
I
can
tell
these
niggas
bullshittin',
ain't
savin'
(bullshittin')
We
front
you
a
brick,
every
week
you
make
payments
I
stood
on
the
corner
just
to
get
me
a
fit
I
get
a
cut,
I
get
a
blunt,
then
get
me
a
bitch
Now
when
the
work
land,
we
get
60
a
clip
Ask
Ahk,
I
met
the
nigga
tryin'
to
get
me
a
brick
(haha)
Yeah,
you
know
it's
real
when
you
got
30
in
the
trunk
And
a
strap,
and
you
know
the
cash
dirty
as
the
gun
(woo!)
Imagine
this,
sad
mother
buryin'
her
son
He
was
carryin'
his
gun
since
he
was
barely
21
Work
so
hard
it'll
really
break
scales
(break
scales)
Cartels
givin'
niggas
NBA
deals
Had
to
sell
rocks,
the
mailbox
was
full
of
late
bills
I
was
sellin'
'caine
before
Wayne
signed
Jae
Millz,
nigga
(ahhh)
Lockin'
up
the
dope
with
a
butter
knife
Broke
niggas
askin'
what
is
life
I
trapped
100
days,
100
nights
Don't
let
my
daughter
be
a
hustler's
wife
I
got
the
Rollie
bezel
flooded
ice
Yeah,
broke
niggas
askin'
what
is
life
Uhh,
I
trapped
100
days,
100
nights
Uhh,
don't
let
my
daughter
be
a
hustler's
wife,
ahhh
Look,
I
never
heard
a
hustler
starvin',
cut
it
and
toss
it
She
got
niggas,
none
of
'em
bosses
What
you
know
about
a
quarter
brick
under
the
faucet?
Fatigue
coats
and
Timb
boots,
a
bunch
of
New
Yorkers
I
got
daughters,
they
remember
makin'
visits
in
prison
Not
only
me,
my
baby
momma
had
to
live
with
the
sentence
When
shit
get
the
realest,
sometimes
we
forget
why
we
in
this
Had
to
learn
how
to
separate
business
from
friendships
(I
learnt
the
hard
way)
On
the
plane
to
JFK
watchin'
the
pre-game
show
And
lovey
gon'
shoot
your
wedding
up
if
we
say
go
I
really
never
heard
of
a
place
that
we
can't
go
The
family
(?)
spread
the
trap
phone,
pre-paid
dough
I'm
in
the
streets
with
the
dope
fiends,
vests
and
shooters
I
take
trap
money,
rap
money,
Western
Union
Don't
never
fuck
with
rappers,
they
act
funny
unless
it's
music
Fucked
around
and
got
a
deal,
the
detectives
blew
it,
ahhh
Lockin'
up
the
dope
with
a
butter
knife
Broke
niggas
askin'
what
is
life
I
trapped
100
days,
100
nights
Don't
let
my
daughter
be
a
hustler's
wife
I
got
the
Rollie
bezel
flooded
ice
Yeah,
broke
niggas
askin
what
is
life
Uhh,
I
trapped
100
days,
100
nights
Uhh,
don't
let
my
daughter
be
a
hustler's
wife,
ahhh
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