feat. Chink Santana
  
  Yo yo yo
  (hustler baby)
  Oh
  No
  (hustler baby)
  Oh
  No
  (hustler baby)
  
  [verse 1:]
  
  Deep in the cut
  With the chrome on the thrown
  Down in Decatur
  Where the haters get shown
  Ride around the spots
  Where the pot gets grown
  Now Im feelin blowed
  Smoke by the zone
  Misfit dudes by the rules reapply
  Creeps low wit cruise control when Im high
  Brand new 22 shoes on the ride
  Gotta get blatta tatted
  Hit up green rise
  
  [hook:]
  
  So Im ridin down this long country road
  Followin rainbows
  Tryna reach us in gold
  I gotta grind hard
  Til this shit gets sold
  Just sit back relax
  N watch it unfold
  So Im gone hit up the studio
  Write about 24
  Til these hits get throwed
  Cash checks
  Get a boat
  Betta keep it afloat
  Dont end up bankrupt and broke
  
  [chorus:]
  
  Ima hustler baby
  (hudstler baby)
  Im on the grind
  And down for mine
  Ima hustler baby
  (hustler baby)
  Gotta get the abs
  And get that cash
  Ima hustler baby
  (ima hustler baby)
  Im accusin peeps
  Gotta stack my cheese
  Ima hustler baby
  Ima hustler
  (ima hustler baby)
  
  [verse 2:]
  
  Oh
  Now we deep on the creep
  Down in Martin Luther King
  Watch for the curb and the swirb on lean
  Gotta hit the scene
  So fresh so clean
  In exclusive Irv and Jeffery jeans
  Cash rules everything around me
  CREAM
  My whole teams favorite color is green
  Eventhough my 20/20 vision is keen
  Never estimate
  Get weighed by the beam
  
  [hook and chorus]
  
  [Chinks rap:]
  
  Shawty you can catch us in the back of the club
  (uh huh)
  Fresh to death
  Nigga pourin it up
  (yea)
  All the killaz straight showin me love
  And the biggest bad bitches all wantin to fuck
  (wantin to fuck)
  They know Im the realest nigga to hang wit
  Im caped up
  Plus I love to slang dick
  Up in the alley in the aston vain wish
  ?
  Until I make they fuckin brains ?
  Look shawty im dangerous
  Yo nigga hate me
  Cause you prolly his main bitch
  Fuck who you came wit
  Let me explain this
  I prefer the block
  But ill pop the stainless
  Nigga got em creepin out the club real slow
  Bitches shoot what they started
  Askin can they go
  Hell yea my nigga Lloyd
  These hoes is G'd up
  And they down to fuck
  So roll that weed up
  
  [chorus]