letra de af1 - hustleman quise & zillionaire doe
[intro: hustleman quise]
real trap n-gga
(cook up, cartel)
[chorus: hustleman quise]
went from duck off buckets and now i’m in a rolls
in the trap all night, every load i switch clothes
i’m a real trapper, i ain’t worried about no hoes
only time i need a b-tch is when she flyin’ back a load
lookin’ for lil’ quise, i’m in the hood gettin’ off
in my air force 1s, same color as some salt
i put work in every hood, but my main spot a loft
i’s the biggest middleman, now i made myself a boss
[verse 1: hustleman quise]
everybody know quise a real street n-gga
got a scale and some bales and i keep a heat, n-gga
paparazzi snappin’, i ain’t used to takin’ pictures
way before instagram, i was low-key way bigger
if they lockеd in with me, i’ma show ’em what to do
gotta keep three phones, i can’t show you how to movе
no matter how it go, gotta always pay your dues
i done stayed down so long, now my pockets full of blues
[chorus: hustleman quise]
went from duck off buckets and now i’m in a rolls
in the trap all night, every load i switch clothes
i’m a real trapper, i ain’t worried about no hoes
only time i need a b-tch is when she flyin’ back a load
lookin’ for lil’ quise, i’m in the hood gettin’ off
in my air force 1s, same color as some salt
i put work in every hood, but my main spot a loft
i’s the biggest middleman, now i made myself a boss
[bridge: hustleman quise & zillionaire doe]
i go d-boy ‘fit, white tee and some forces
i’ll pull up old school, everything sittin’ on forgis
servin’ so much work, i can get a trap endors-m-nt
all my players come and shop, i ain’t never gotta force it
i go d-boy ‘fit, white tee and some forces
i’ll pull up old school, everything sitting on forgis
servin’ so much work, i can get a trap endors-m-nt
all my players come and shop, i ain’t never gotta force it (youngest boss, n-gga)
[verse 2: zillionaire doe]
went from tahoe truck, n-gga to 580 coupe
told bro, “send more than enough, i know what we gon’ do”
it’s 12 in the evening, i’m makin’ plays with my n-gga q
money wasn’t an issue, it’d been on with my n-gga duse
youngest boss, n-gga, i’m a well-known trapper
well-known louis shopper at the counter like the county bouncers
ain’t petty with this sh-t, just this month i moved a lot of boxes
i was just in the south fly as f-ck, even though the feds watchin’
real trap n-gga
had to pay an extra fifty each one get ’em back, n-gga
five hundred when i paid you to note me, picture of the stack, n-gga
bought a hundred, do the math, i’ma make ’bout forty racks, n-gga
youngest boss, n-gga
[chorus: hustleman quise]
went from duck off buckets and now i’m in a rolls
in the trap all night, every load i switch clothes
i’m a real trapper, i ain’t worried about no hoes
only time i need a b-tch is when she flyin’ back a load
lookin’ for lil’ quise, i’m in the hood gettin’ off
in my air force 1s, same color as some salt
i put work in every hood, but my main spot a loft
i’s the biggest middleman, now i made myself a boss
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