Hustle Gang Lyrics

Featuring T.I. & Iggy Azalea

(Intro)
Round these parts
It's only kings
Welcome to the king's circle
Yea

(Verse)
Hustle Gang, play no fucking games
TIP KING you know my fuing name
Haters drop south when they see the cane
Chips they come to London they know how to treat a chain
On highways with them Bentleys to the left side
On the Eastern hemisphere holly west side
How we doin', lay low and get high
Pray to the motie, live never let die
I swear I'm super cool, still a sit by
To a nigga then I'm finna go hop on the red eye
Till I'm dead I'mma live like a sour bad
They say it's all good, platinum dog tag
Yellow gold rollie, yella hoe know me
In Beverly Hills gettin me a bottle like Koby
You my dirt all by my lonely got no codeine
Shot ‘em dead, my bitch take it to Detroit for me
In the Phantom top, B.o.B. hit the garage for me
GDOD get done with that answer to God only

(Verse)
I said the Rose just a pussy
Fuck her I'll go in
You can catch a hollow tip for thinking you're a kin
Royalty, Hustle Gang keep the crown with us
The only queens around here are the girls fucking us
And the haters get skipped, double dutch
Chip got a strapping gear press press double clutch
Play with the bread, me the toast
Need a ghost before I'm ghost
Swear to the holy ghost
Yeah, I put my city on the map
Everybody's on the jack spot on the flat
Word to the Union, every time I'm ruling ‘em
Real talk, even pump the pill that keeps a tool with them
Heaven sent me go to hell money
Rolling in the deep still, I need that bail money
Went to the Grammies I need six to keep my Rolly yellow just the same as my bitch
North to the south I be in the mix
My location on Twitter, should be right in yo chick
It's bedtime for your career, pussy lay down
Car full circle of balls
Could I spread them round
Yeah from LAN to the A town
Time to make the whole world know my name now
It's Chip

(Verse)
Show them wreckers with the roof off this mother tho
Real bitch wanna kill all these pussy hoes
Silly flow, I'm illy my charm hang
Watch it titty boy
I rocks these two chains
Might be so insane
Double M orange
leather seats it's cocaine, all them doors go bang
You hoes be on the supper, step up get double trouble
Sent here to fuck the gang
Hold up bitch shovel rubbers
Down the tuddle, princess cuddle, rocks like burning rubber
They blind your stand but listen milf I am a mother fucker
Hustle Gang you got it bad and I don't mean no usher
My hustle gang they bring them clips ok excuse me Pusha
Your malice, rip-offs every reach your bad bitch
Your man texts us like Dallas, be mad at him,
I'm amazing, you are simply just an anonym
GDOD bitch it is more than just an acronym
Iggy
Fuck it, I ain't dyin homie
I gotta kill with these balls, 100 lawyers homie
I ain't street, not at all but thugs call me homie
You got beef? They will surround
Shit, come and Dobby
Skywalkin them bitches, it's private jets only
I Darth Vader my rims, my engine one Kenobe
Right Shinobi? I'm a fuckin star
I'm a monster to you Rugrats, whipped er