Hustler )
Lloyd Lyrics


Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴  Line by Line Meaning ↴

(feat. Chink Santana)
Yo yo yo
(hustler baby)
Oh
No
(hustler baby)
Oh
No
(hustler baby)

Deep in the cut
With the chrome on the thrown
Down in Decatur
Where the haters get shown

Ride around the spots
Where the pot gets grown
Now I'm feelin blowed
Smoke by the zone

Misfit dudes by the rules reapply
Creeps low wit cruise control when I'm high
Brand new 22 shoes on the ride
Gotta get blatta tatted
Hit up green rise

[Hook]
So I'm ridin down this long country road
Followin rainbows
Tryna reach us in gold
I gotta grind hard
'Til this shit gets sold
Just sit back relax
N watch it unfold
So I'm gone hit up the studio
Write about 24
'Til these hits get throwed
Cash checks
Get a boat
Betta keep it afloat
don't end up bankrupt and broke

[Chorus]
I'm a hustler baby
(hustler baby)
I'm on the grind
And down for mine
I'm a hustler baby
(hustler baby)
Gotta get the abs
And get that cash
Ima hustler baby
(ima hustler baby)
I'm accusin peeps
Gotta stack my cheese
Ima hustler baby
Ima hustler
(I'ma hustler baby)

Oh
Now we deep on the creep
Down in Martin Luther King
Watch for the curb and the swirb on lean

Gotta hit the scene
So fresh so clean
In exclusive Irv and Jeffery jeans
Cash rules everything around me

CREAM
My whole teams favorite color is green
Eventhough my 20/20 vision is keen
Never estimate
Get weighed by the beam

[Hook]

[Chorus]

Shawty you can catch us in the back of the club
(uh huh)
Fresh to death
Nigga pourin it up

(yea)
All the killaz straight showin me love
And the biggest bad bitches all wantin to fuck
(wantin to fuck)

They know I'm the realest nigga to hang wit
I'm caped up
Plus I love to slang dick
Up in the alley in the aston vain wish

Until I make they fuckin brains ?
Look shawty I'm dangerous
Yo nigga hate me
'Cause you prolly his main bitch

Fuck who you came wit
Let me explain this
I prefer the block
But ill pop the stainless

Nigga got em creepin out the club real slow
Bitches shoot what they started
Askin can they go
Hell yea my nigga Lloyd

These hoes is G'd up
And they down to fuck
So roll that weed up





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The song "Hustler" by Lloyd featuring Chink Santana is a rap song that talks about the rapper's hustler lifestyle. The song begins with the rapper talking about his dangerous life deep in the cut, riding around spots where the pot is grown, and how he feels blowed smoking by the zone.


Lloyd also refers to every member in his team's favorite color being green, which represents money. The chorus repeats Lloyd's identity as a hustler and how he is always trying to stack his cash. Throughout the song, he continues to talk about his dangerous lifestyle, how he prefers the block, and how he will pop the stainless when needed. The last verse in the song talks about the rapper being at the back of the club, fresh to death, with all the killaz showing love to him, and how he prefers slanging dick.


Overall, the song depicts a hardcore, dangerous, and money-minded lifestyle of a hustler. It mentions the significance of money in a hustler's life and how dangerous their lifestyle is.


Line by Line Meaning

Deep in the cut With the chrome on the thrown Down in Decatur Where the haters get shown
I'm in a secluded place with my fancy car, in Decatur where people envious of me get put in their place.


Ride around the spots Where the pot gets grown Now I'm feelin blowed Smoke by the zone
I drive around places where cannabis grows, relax, and smoke it.


Misfit dudes by the rules reapply Creeps low wit cruise control when I'm high Brand new 22 shoes on the ride Gotta get blatta tatted Hit up green rise
I'm surrounded by misfits that follow my rules, they sneak up and work quietly while I am high. I also recently got new shoes and tattoos, and I visit green rise.


So I'm ridin down this long country road Followin rainbows Tryna reach us in gold I gotta grind hard 'Til this shit gets sold Just sit back relax N watch it unfold So I'm gone hit up the studio Write about 24 'Til these hits get throwed Cash checks Get a boat Betta keep it afloat don't end up bankrupt and broke
I'm driving down the country road, following my dreams to become rich. I have to work hard until my work is sold. Then I will sit back, relax, and watch the events unfold. Afterward, I will work in the studio to create new hits, and cash checks, and buy a boat, which I have to keep afloat so as not to become bankrupt and broke.


Now we deep on the creep Down in Martin Luther King Watch for the curb and the swirb on lean Gotta hit the scene So fresh so clean In exclusive Irv and Jeffery jeans Cash rules everything around me
I'm being discreet down on Martin Luther King. I'm careful about the curbs and leaning. I have to go to popular places and remain spotless with Irv and Jeffery jeans as cash rules everything around me.


Shawty you can catch us in the back of the club (uh huh) Fresh to death Nigga pourin it up (yea) All the killaz straight showin me love And the biggest bad bitches all wantin to fuck (wantin to fuck)
You can find me in the back of the club, looking fresh and death, and someone offers me a drink. Killers recognize my talent and are fond of me while bad girls want sex.


They know I'm the realest nigga to hang wit I'm caped up Plus I love to slang dick Up in the alley in the aston vain wish Until I make they fuckin brains ? Look shawty I'm dangerous Yo nigga hate me 'Cause you prolly his main bitch Fuck who you came wit Let me explain this I prefer the block But ill pop the stainless Nigga got em creepin out the club real slow Bitches shoot what they started Askin can they go Hell yea my nigga Lloyd These hoes is G'd up And they down to fuck So roll that weed up
They know I'm authentic, and I'm ready to be with someone romantically. I can flirt anywhere, even in alleys with excitement until the partner loses their senses. Shawty, understand that I'm dangerous, and guys probably hate me for being with their significant others. I don't care who you came with, let me clarify that I prefer being on the block, but I can pop the stainless steel gun to assert my power. I have my enemies creeping slowly out of the club, and ladies just want to follow. They are ready to have intercourse, so let's smoke cannabis.


I'm a hustler baby (hustler baby) I'm on the grind And down for mine I'm a hustler baby (hustler baby) Gotta get the abs And get that cash Ima hustler baby (ima hustler baby) I'm accusin peeps Gotta stack my cheese Ima hustler baby Ima hustler (I'ma hustler baby)
I'm a hard-working individual, on the grind to earn. I'm sharp and determined to achieve success. I'm accusing folks of undermining me, and I must stack my money. I'm a hustler by heart, and nothing can change that about me.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: LLOYD POLITE, J. MCGUAN, ANDRE PARKER, IRVING LORENZO

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
To comment on or correct specific content, highlight it

Genre not found
Artist not found
Album not found
Song not found

KIESHA


on All I Need

Publishing

nope

More Versions