TwoThreeThareal - WinterTime Hustle Lyrics

Winter time hustle
Ferragamo buckle
Timberland boots
And a skully
That's a must do
Living like I'm celibate
I don't really give a f*ck who
Feeling my shit
Middle fingers saying f*ck you
Twothree a problem
Dare somebody solve him
.38 special make em spin
Like revolvers
Pull-up on ya block
With some murders and robbers
I'm killing everything in my way
Just try to stop it
Labels hit me up
Cause they heard Twothree was poppin'
People feeling me
Asking when my shit is dropping
When it does I just pray that it don't flop
Shit
Tired of getting boxed in
With rappers that's not shit
Bout to get up on my Pac tip (Thug life)
It's me against the world
I'm Dr. Dre on that chronic
More alike Lucas and Don q
Instead of Logic
On the low
I used to move that Snow The Product
You on the low
Playing dress up
In your momma's garments
Y'all some goofy's man that shit is alarming
Alot of these new rappers softer than some Charmin
And my style ain't free
So
I'ma start charging

Winter time hustle
Ferragamo buckle
Timberland boots
And a skully
That's a must do
Living like I'm celibate
I don't really give a f*ck who
Feeling my shit
Middle fingers saying f*ck you
Twothree a problem
Dare somebody solve him
.38 special make em spin
Like revolvers
Pull-up on ya block
With some murders and robbers
I'm killing everything in my way
Just try to stop it

I'm tired of starvin'
Paid enough dues
It's time for harvest
Need everything
I'm not tryna bargain
Wanna do it like Jay
Sell out the Garden
Start a mosh pit
Smart mouth
My verse retarded
Taking off like a rocket
I'm James Harden
My bars harder than some steal
I'm Clark Kent
Remember a time wen I was hard spent
Really had to sleep on a f*cking park bench
Hustle got on point
I'ma get mine regardless
Got it from the floor now I'm fly
That's a magic carpet
No bottle no geanie no wish
Bumble gum bubble gum this is my shit
Bitch