Triple Kick E

You quick to follow orders on the double, The double. you ain't fucking with my hustle, My hustle. They tell me I'm always getting in Trouble, in trouble. But you ain't fucking with my hustle, My hustle. You quick to follow orders on the Double, the double. You ain't fucking with my hustle, my hustle. They tell me I'm always getting in trouble, In trouble. But you ain't fucking with my hustle, My hustle. You ain't got shit on me, Yo ain't nothing you can say. I'm grinding all the time and chasing paper every Day. Low on the money in my bankbook, homie, I'm doing good 'cause I'm respected by every local Neighborhood. Should I stop running game 'cause you Ain't matching numbers? Hell nah, this gon' be the last year I Ain't balling during summer. No Hummer, no Escalade, no Mercedes. We come up on G rides to escapade around My city. Pretty, rolling up that sticky, Bitchy 'cause I'm feeling picky. And ain't no music on the radio worth bumping While I light up this iggy. Fuck with me and I'll fuck up your face. It's just that simple, get it cracking any time, Any place. Still broke with an ill flow, Yeah my fan base grown but the bills slow. Stay posted up on the block, so fuck the Cops for real though. People forget I built this kingdom with my sweat And blood. Posted up on the back of the Bus, repping with my fingers up, what? You quick to follow orders on the double, The double. But you ain't fucking with my hustle, My hustle. They tell me I'm always getting in Trouble, in trouble. You ain't fucking with my hustle, my hustle. You quick to follow orders on the double, The double. But you ain't fucking with my hustle, My hustle. They tell me I'm always getting in Trouble, in trouble. You ain't fucking with my hustle, my hustle. Put me in a bad mood. Groupies be like, "Eat my pussy," that's some fast Food. Don't underestimate the kind of work that I Do. I'll wreck your rap if I really have The desire to. Set you on fire, fool. Lit up on reppy, rhymes so deadly. Ready for war? Bitch, come get me. Better be heavy or on deck with a machete 'cause the hustle's oh so steady. Plenty petty Pennies tryna dress up like dimes. But a copper money popper ain't never gonna shine, Bitch. Louding on this dynamite, we know the haters Tryna bite. But we compare to them, that's monster Trucks to tiny bikes. See my device, it's flying soaring through beautiful Outer space. You bitches stuck on paper planes and That's why you MIA. Ain't never coming back 'cause you was never in The building. Just look around this room, I got All hands up to the ceiling. If you're feeling me, that's cool. If not, I ain't really tripping. I'm just stacking up these singles, tryna reach a Fucking million. You quick to follow orders on the Double, the double. But you ain't fucking with my hustle, My hustle. They tell me I'm always getting in Trouble, in trouble. But you ain't fucking with my hustle, My hustle. You quick to follow orders on the Double, the double. But you ain't fucking with my hustle, They tell me I'm always getting trouble, In trouble. But you ain't fucking with my hustle, My hustle.