Lletres:
Cassidy I M A Hustla

cigs open chests like a heart surgeon And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue collar crook But I keep a stack thick as few college books, I got a new polished

And I'm a ass, I'm a titty, I'm a belly man I play them low like when I'm sittin' on Pirelli's man I'm blowin' up so they be blowin' up my celly man

to a bug I'm a hustla, I can sell salt to a slug, 'cause I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey N*** ask

, I'm a pimp and I keep a hoe I met this on the low freak like a week ago Yo I'm on the avenue and she was walking by While I'm coming out the store wit

on your homeboy I'm a threat see you should of left me alone boy I'm real to the chromosome you a clone boy Chicks get bone I'm know for getting dome

flow flames It'll have you look like the cooked version of cocaine I spit crack homie, never been wak homie I'm back homie and I hold weight like I'm fat Tony Like a Soprano I

my pants I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes I'm fresh to death, dressed to impress Fresh for real, nigga dressed to kill I'm

the chick is mean I got some stories I can tell I'll sell a chick a dream I'll let her sip a little liquor, let her hit the green Then I'm a unbutton

a... nigga-nigga ask about me I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey [Verse 1 - Cassidy] I'm so nice I'd