I got that boy Drex with me, yeah
We tryna round it up, we still tryna double up
Hustlin' flow, hustlin' flow
L-T-O, L-T-O, yeah
It's a hot summer, main thing don't get put on the T
Still car service, toss it up, want a hundred for a Z
Tryna dope my money up and do that * again, you dig?
On them, still smokin' them bullshit, I need a hundred pounds of mid
Reach, I teach, I don't do no rockin', no puff, I can offer them blood
On the candy, man, you smell it, pull up, startin' a hundred quads
Pushin' more weight than a bucket, goddamn, I need some more
I just * a bitch to sleep, she wake up, now she need some more
Call me like a little nigga, ballin' on and off the court
They be too trapped out right here, I'm trippin' over bones and *
We got a side of drugs for the L.O., diggin' boxes by the mail
Head to head, man, walkin', check, keep watchin' 10 to 12
I got dollars sittin' on me right now, my pocket by the bus
In the street, this * get wicked, got you questionin' who to trust
We gon' wake them up, they sleepin'
You say so sad with your chest
Watch your back, them niggas leachin'
Snatch a ***, put it on the rest
Standin' tall on the block like Kareem, I'm spinnin' like a cinefan
Slyin' hot, 300 degrees, head first, I don't give a damn
We gon' wake them up before they notice
I'ma make a way one day, but right now, slyin' hot, I'm postin'
Gotta watch a rearview mirror, it's a hot summer
Main thing, don't get put on the T
Get a car servin', post it up, want a hundred for a C
Tryna dope my money up and do that * again, you dig?
Want no snitch, smokin' on bullshit
I need a hundred pounds of mid
Reach, I teach, I don't do no rockin'
No puff, I can up it in blood
On the cannon, man, you smell it?
Put no sorry in the hood, no cord
Put some more weight than a bucket
Goddamn, I need some more
I just * the bitch to sleep, she wake up, now she need some more
Tryna find another way to run my paper up
Haters tryna knock me off my squad, cause they ain't made enough
I can never chill, I ain't made enough
I ain't saved enough, I ain't starving, but I ain't ate enough
Badly bitch, shoot it up, pull the neck, I'm all up in the gut
Baby chill, I ain't made enough
You and me, your man ballin' on the budget
In the field, while I live
Swag had her top on crutches
Comin' up my only route, I see myself goin' for none
You can talk it, but we leave it
We hit your block with the buzz
Your fake card ain't what you think it is
You can't even get a blunt
Street's hot, they gon' tell it
All black on that Machiavelli
Tie your shoes, I don't think you ready
El Chido, El Chido, snatch and ***
It's a hot summer, my anthony don't get put on the tee
Steal a car, serve it, post it up, want a hundred for a fee
Tryna dope my money up and do that * again, you dig?
I don't know, still smokin' them bullshit
I need a hundred pounds of me
Reach, I teach, I don't do no rockin'
No puff, I can offer them blood
On the cannon, man, you smell it?
Pull up, startin' a hundred cars
Pushin' more weight than a buggy
Goddamn, I need some more
I just fought the bitch to sleep
She wake up now, she need some more
She need some more
Goddamn, she need some more
Hit a little bit from the back, can't take it
But she need some more
El Chido
El Chido