Monsta Gus - Hustlaz & Killaz Lyrics

I keep a 30 on me, bitch, I ain't the one to play with
I got a 50, but I save it for a rainy day, bitch
We made it new, we had to hide them scraps under the base, man
I need a perk to be myself, now that's just f*ckin' crazy

Yeah, I be trappin', I ain't gon' lie, I kinda love and hate it
I love the money, but I hate seein' too many faces
Ain't had no choice, I dove into the water like the Navy
Get in my way, we step on shit like when it's on the pavement

I'm richer than I ever been, I feel like Rod Wave, bitch
But money come and go, so that lil' shit don't really phase me
No lie, we probably got more sticks than a bag of shake, bitch
Two to three bullets, my nigga died on two to trade, bitch

Hustlers and killers, hustlers and killers
Hustlers and killers, hustlers and killers
Hustlers and killers, hustlers and killers
Hustlers and killers, hustlers and killers

I just wanna get some money and stay out the way, bitch
I must've flipped a million onions, had to make a way, bitch
Yeah, either gorilla or a monkey, ain't no other way, bitch
Either killer or a victim, better choose your fate, bitch

Show me my cell, give me my jumpsuit and my f*ckin' blanket
I don't do them mind games, I ain't got nothin' to say, bitch
Rather take this shit to trial, yeah, that's a chance I'm takin
Never tellin', no, my brothers just take care of my baby

Hustlers and killers, hustlers and killers
Hustlers and killers, hustlers and killers
Hustlers and killers, hustlers and killers
Hustlers and killers, hustlers and killers

Hustlers and killers, all I know is
I be movin' like a motherf*ckin' goat
When we do it, gotta keep it on the low
Know some killers, but they killers on the low

When we steppin' shit, we really tilt-toe
I done made a half a bag off a half a oath
I done hit the club and threw that shit all on the floor
Can I call myself a rapper? I don't really know

Cause I ain't never made a dollar off a f*ckin' show
Could I say that I'm a trapper? Oh, for sure, for sure
If they ain't show us, I was, I was sellin' me and I could've broke my mama throat
Bitch, I guess I got that packed, and my granny granted notes

Niggas say he heard I caught up by that nigga, maybe so
Hustlers and killers, hustlers and killers
All I know is
Hustlers and killers, hustlers and killers

All I know is
Hustlers and killers, hustlers and killers
Hustlers and killers
All I know is

Hustlers and killers
All I know is
Hustlers and killers