Hustler's Wife - Benny the Butcher, DJ Green Lantern

This gon' really hurt y’all niggas feelings

Let me turn this shit all the way up

Griselda, Black Soprano

Yo, half a block on the road, I only stop for the toll

Dick ridin' not in the code (nah…)

I really threw a pot on the stove, they used to cop it and go

Now all our watches is froze

You only fuckin' gossipin' hoes, but if I got her she cold

I never met a chick that I couldn’t mold

I’m on Collins gettin' top in a Rolls, with a Glock that’ll blow

Got ten bands on me rockin' Vlone

I caught cocaine cases, students turned into gangstas

Lieutenants knew us by our first name basis

I can tell these niggas bullshittin', ain’t savin' (bullshittin')

We front you a brick, every week you make payments

I stood on the corner just to get me a fit

I get a cut, I get a blunt, then get me a bitch

Now when the work land, we get 60 a clip

Ask (?), I met the nigga tryin' to get me a brick (haha)

Yeah, you know it’s real when you got 30 in the trunk

And a strap, and you know the cash dirty as the gun (woo!)

Imagine this, sad mother buryin' her son

He was carryin' his gun since he was barely 21

Work so hard it’ll really break scales (break scales)

Cartels givin' niggas NBA deals

Had to sell rocks, the mailbox was full of late bills

I was sellin' 'caine before Wayne signed Jae Millz, nigga (ahhh)

Lockin' up the dope with a butter knife

Broke niggas askin' what is life

I trapped 100 days, 100 nights

Don’t let my daughter be a hustler’s wife

I got the Rollie bezel flooded ice

Yeah, broke niggas askin' what is life

Uhh, I trapped 100 days, 100 nights

Uhh, don’t let my daughter be a hustler’s wife, ahhh

Look, I never heard a hustler starvin', cut it and toss it

She got niggas, none of 'em bosses

What you know about a quarter brick under the faucet?

Fatigue coats and Timb boots, a bunch of New Yorkers

I got daughters, they remember makin' visits in prison

Not only me, my baby momma had to live with the sentence

When shit get the realest, sometimes we forget why we in this

Had to learn how to separate business from friendships

(I learnt the hard way)

On the plane to JFK watchin' the pre-game show

And lovey gon' shoot your wedding up if we say go

I really never heard of a place that we can’t go

The family (?) spread the trap phone, pre-paid dough

I’m in the streets with the dope fiends, vests and shooters

I take trap money, rap money, Western Union

Don’t never fuck with rappers, they act funny unless it’s music

Fucked around and got a deal, the detectives blew it, ahhh

Lockin' up (?) with a butter knife

Broke niggas askin' what is life

I trapped 100 days, 100 nights

Don’t let my daughter be a hustler’s wife

I got the Rollie bezel flooded ice

Yeah, broke niggas askin what is life

Uhh, I trapped 100 days, 100 nights

Uhh, don’t let my daughter be a hustler’s wife, ahhh