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letra de real hustla - nuk & glockboyz teejaee

[intro: nuk]
(rado)

[verse 1: nuk]
my mama say, “you keep runnin’ with squad, you gon’ see demons
all this dog, i had bigger plans than max keeble
couple hoes ain’t make it to my bed, but i backseat ’em
it’s a couple hoes i ain’t get to they head ’cause they back leechin’
my b-tches askin’ me like, “do you mean it?” i’m like, “not a lit”
pop an opp, i caught him backseatin’ just like roddy ricch

[verse 2: glockboyz teejaee]
man, real hustler, i can sell some water to a fish
man, in the kitchen, ain’t no grits, it’s dog food, not for pits, n-gga
i hate when n-ggas just be tryna run they mouth
i been done sat a n-gga down like he was chillin’ on the couch
me and your b-tch cool as h-ll, man, i be chillin’ in her mouth
we in and out, stop and go like kyrie irving off the bounce, n-gga

[verse 3: nuk]
i can’t even say you got you one if i ain’t see you murder
he thought he was gon’ ball out like kyrie, but he ain’t see the summer
i can’t even say that i’m a fighter ’cause i be with gummond
all these beans, they say i’m an idol just like ruben studdard
i be out here countin’ all my ties just like new beginning
we ain’t finna have it when we die, so all we do is spend it
i be out here trappin’ off the hip, but i’m not with [?]
told ’em if they want that orange ball, they can shop with [?]
[verse 4: glockboyz teejaee]
man, n-ggas in my mentions tryna beef, that ain’t street
get off the ‘gram, get in the streets, it’s gon’ be another r.i.p
man, real villain, n-ggas dyin’, we be laughin’
man, really crackin’ up, passin’ blunts
the way they hit your mans, i heard they had to keep the casket shut
hula hoops, man, we be really ballin’, n-gga
and they got ten r.i.ps, we tryna k!ll all them n-ggas
don’t get me started, n-gga, man, matter fact, man, let me change the subject
every glock, it be on aunt every day just like your favorite cousin
see, n-ggas was still hoopin’
i was on the block, lonzo ball, workin’ on my shooting
man, know some n-ggas dunk like john wall, but they playin’ stupid

[verse 5: nuk]
you left that lil’ 41 plain, you should’ve made a statement
i put on my gloves to catch a ball, i’m like gary payton
my n-ggas probably f-ck with me the most when i ain’t had no label
my fiends callin’ me the candyman, but i ain’t sammy davis
i’ll drop you just like sammy wa ’cause you a petty copper
see some boy and i can’t help but lock it, andy milonakis
swear to god he only wanted profit ’til he made that docket
i be tellin’ n-ggas what it was, ain’t gotta fake they love
they gave brodie ‘nem so many years, i could’ve hung the judge

[verse 6: glockboyz teejaee]
the risk the kid, if i go broke, sh-t, i’ma have to walk the plug
plug walkin’ with my gun, can’t leave the hood, this sh-t too fun
ride around with draco in a stolen whip, shoot it and run
rip paid and my n-gga cove, a lot of sh-t ain’t how it was, n-gga
you can’t be from the hood and never in the hood, that sh-t ain’t hood
i know i’m good, i hang with serial k!llers like i was suge
n-gga quit hoopin’, but i got a shot like michael on the bulls
a n-gga see us out and act like they don’t see us out, that’s how we shoot ’em

- nuk glockboyz teejaee

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