Ultraviolet

Yeah, peep
How much funds can I grip in a day?
Bust my gun at the sun just to sit in the shade
Hook fade, five fire books made
Cook safe, that rah-rah look played
Good day, good day to you, good day
I knew the play, threw the pass half-court then looked away
Got loose on with the cooking spray
I know the hitman too, Sugar Ray
Crooked brain but who knew I threw the pup food and couscous
Cold feet, cool shoes goof troop
I’m with the shit like poop scoop
I put tools to your roofs since you say you got loose screws
Niggas want no part, stay close
Go far, the work filled up the whole cart
Embrace flips with my whole heart
Town skips Bogert and whip crown fits like go kart
I got hustle in the blood (I got hustle in th blood)
Shit, I can wrestle in the mud (I can wrstle in the mud)
Bro, I ain’t fussing with the plug (I ain’t fussing with the plug)
Nah, I get it up and get it done (I get it done, I get it done)
Yeah, I got hustle in the blood (I got hustle in the blood)
Shit, I can wrestle in the mud (I can wrestle in the mud)
Yo, I ain’t fussing with the plug (I ain’t fussing with the plug)
Bro, I get up and get it done (I get it done, I get it done)
Let’s get it
I wrote this with a fever over 100
I’m human cetiva with the heater low in the tuck
Been sick since niggas was using beepers
I do a feature no matter who it be
Views gon' be going up 'cause the flow is nuts
Bro in the cut with the you-know-what, ready for conflict
I’m the kitchen heavy cheffing like I’m Bronson
Come get a bite 'cause every night I’m on one
We talk elimination, I use the bread to expedite the process
Smoking, banging that jet life
This fly pilot talk
I make niggas ask they girls «Whatchu smiling for?»
She prolly thinking 'bout that time before (What happened?)
I had her in the telly doing things that make you read the bible more (God
bless)
It’s Flare Jordan with the three to win, he contends
Stacking so my pockets P.O.P'd again
Rapping for a profit, repping BOE till the end
Immobilaire, ain’t no cheap expense
I’m always on the grind nigga
I got hustle in the blood (I got hustle in the blood)
Shit, I can wrestle in the mud (I can wrestle in the mud)
Bro, I ain’t fussing with the plug (I ain’t fussing with the plug)
Nah, I get it up and get it done (I get it done, I get it done)
Yeah, I got hustle in the blood (I got hustle in the blood)
Shit, I can wrestle in the mud (I can wrestle in the mud)
Yo, I ain’t fussing with the plug (I ain’t fussing with the plug)
Bro, I get up and get it done (I get it done, I get it done)