Lyrics Imma Hustla - L.O.M.

I'm a top size seller
You a top lie teller
I'm a top-notch with these Louis to the pedal
When you up, it get stressful
For three weeks straight, I've been thinking
Long sleeve or should I drop a dropped mirror?
Talk to 'em
How you a weight mover?
I never seen a bag with you
How you a shooter and I never see a mag with you?
I get the load and get it gone
I'm a fast mover
And any bag Gutta touch, he gonna run through it
You know it
Plus them pills sell they self, so it's music '
Cause I'm a shine long as every drug still moving
I make bands and rock buffs, so these choosing
I stay strapped and thinking I'm a link moving
They trying to tell me slow down 'cause the state out
What?
But I'm a still kill 'em on this breakdown
You feel me?
Me and Money Marco brainstorming for a touchdown
Mention us, you getting touched up with AK rounds
Get out of line and we whacking
They want to shop and they some lames, so I'm taxing
Taxing
Talking fairy tale and never had it
Lame
I've been playing with them sticks
I'm a savage
I'm a hustler
If it can be sold, I sell it
I can chill, sit back, and the plug gon' mail it
I'm a hustler
If it can be sold, I flip it
Y'all ain't out here working
Y'all bullshitting
I'm a hustler
Getting grams on the table, about to pack it up
I'm a hustler
You better get some of this money
Slacking up
I'm a hustler
Throw it big in the pot
Watch how I make it jump
I'm a hustler
Then put it on the block
, What you want?
My whole clique dropping
How the is we losing?
Baby, we really in these streets
It's deeper than music
I can make a couple flips
Count the pros in the whip, in the whip
Hit up Saks, spend a stack on a fit for my
Club nights, all the ice got them eyeing my clique
We made
We don't trip
We get in with sticks
Leaning off a six, bent about to wreck the six
Ready to take a little trip when Donnie bust her strip
I'm about that life
And you know I keep a couple G's,
Everybody around me LV'd and double G'd,
That's us
Baggers in the spot busting down P's,
And my boy name Good
Ask my bro fiends,
Good boy
I touch cheese on the daily
It ain't to spend some bands and get you if you try to play me
I'm pouring up fours, 40 rolling whole eighthies
Counting pros from the low 'cause my phones go crazy
I'm a hustler
If it can be sold, I sell it
I can chill, sit back, and the plug gon' mail it
I'm a hustler
If it can be sold, I flip it
Y'all ain't out here working
Y'all bullshitting
I'm a hustler
Getting grams on the table, about to pack it up
I'm a hustler
You better get some of this money
Slacking up
I'm a hustler
Throw it big in the pot
Watch how I make it jump
I'm a hustler
Then put it on the block
, What you want?
In the presidential suite counting stacks
Got 10 tied up and it all came from crack
I fit in Range Rover, no
400 For this hat
I don't mean to be petty, but it was 450 with tax
I'm that that'll have you questioning
"How he get that?" How he get that?
Hard cooked crack
Swear I pay my dues in the trap
Swear to God
200 On Act
It's just a couple dollars
Phone slapping, made a flipping profit in a pair of Pradas
Pair of Pradas?
I talk crazy to a 'cause I feel rich
For real
If you was living how I'm living, you would feel this
For real
But your phone ain't doing, so you ain't shit
Just another selling drugs with no evidence
Put in the work
I'm sick of lying
When will these fools stop?
How you selling boy and don't know about the Groove Shop?
I deserve a trophy
I'm a chemist with the raw
Throw the lactose in the oven
That's the back to sugar raw
I'm a hustler
If it can be sold, I sell it
I can chill, sit back, and the plug gon' mail it
I'm a hustler
If it can be sold, I flip it
Y'all ain't out here working
Y'all bullshitting
I'm a hustler
Getting grams on the table, about to pack it up
I'm a hustler
You better get some of this money
Slacking up
I'm a hustler
Throw it big in the pot
Watch how I make it jump
I'm a hustler
Then put it on the block
, What you want?