Talk Hustle (Explicit) - Kevin Gates
Lyrics by：Kevin Gates
Composed by：Kevin Gates
It's like
It's like nigga ain't braggin' 'bout the shit
You know I do what I do you heard me?
Niggas speculate 'bout what I do
What about you?
You see me I eat sleep shit and talk hustle
Only way you know my face if you bought somethin'
And then the clip squeeze off and go to poppin' in the clutch
I got it in the bottom any problem gettin' flushed
You see me I eat sleep shit and talk hustle
Only way you know my face if you bought somethin'
And then the clip squeeze off and go to poppin' in the clutch
I got it in the bottom any problem gettin' flushed
You see me I eat sleep shit and sell crack
You leave your styles in the match for like twelvе stacks
I'll break a nigga face if he get outta line
Business ain't to be witnessed so get outta mine
My mind on the grind like pen out the paper
Big dog still tryna give out a favor
Sick of livin' with rats who benefited and trapped
Miss a leave a nigga feeling he gotta get it with action
Last nigga sayin' that he wrestled with cops
Got a forty-five-caliber shot better lay still
My BGs grip eights that'll break steel
Hit you from your ankle to your face gotta stay still
I'm in the mix survivin' with guns uh
Put away for rainy days and retired the funds
When your mind stayin' focused you grind paper
Stack a lil' bit then you shine later
You see me I eat sleep shit and talk hustle
Only way you know my face if you bought somethin'
And then the clip squeeze off and go to poppin' in the clutch
I got it in the bottom any problem gettin' flushed
You see me I eat sleep shit and talk hustle
Only way you know my face if you bought somethin'
And then the clip squeeze off and go to poppin' in the clutch
I got it in the bottom any problem gettin' flushed
Raw season '07 had to wait on weight
Okay
Drug traffic like a traffic light stay on brakes
J don't play flip you know the case on Gates
The K gon' spray and leave you like JFK
Yeah
Sic 'em never polite I bite 'em in the face
Green light you got the right to put the lighters in they face
Ain't no fighters in this place bunch of liars where you stay
Nothin' higher ain't another nigga flyer Mr Gates mm
Where I'm supposed to be silver kush chokin' me
Sittin' in the mansion countin' stacks on the sofa seat
My house in the clear ocean under the pier
My ho'll be on a Lear overseas in Korea
Houston we got a problem TV you gotta watch 'em
No TV Johnny here go four stacks you gotta watch 'em
Push 'em get 'em off of me don't know how to talk to me
Hotel-room suites my bitch livin' off of me
You see me I eat sleep shit and talk hustle
Only way you know my face if you bought somethin'
And then the clip squeeze off and go to poppin' in the clutch
I got it in the bottom any problem gettin' flushed
