Hustle Gang - Err Body Lyrics (feat. T.I.)

Hustle Gang – Err Body Lyrics (feat. T.I., Dro, Trae the Truth, Chip, B.o.B & Shad da God)

(Intro)
Leggo

(Hook)
Ball shit, fuck what them bitches say about it
Win or lose, I’mma motherfuckin play about it
Call me, better motherfuckin pray about it
Money over bitches, Hustle Gang over err body
Err body? Err body
Not everybody, err body
Money over bitches, Hustle Gang over err body
Do you mean everybody? Err body
Not everybody, err body
Money over bitches, Hustle Gang over err body

(Verse)
I do it, man I’ve been in
And all you bitches, I know yall
It’s nigga really bout getting that check
How come nobody don’t know yall
Get Hustle Gang, we don’t know yall
Nothing but bull and we throw yall
Don’t Eminem bout Young Hiley
I don’t know the nigga, that drough though
Okay, 8-30 inch bitch, I shit over err body
Trap day, blocka, blocka, blow past everybody
Before it’s time to go, kid don’t get mad when I find it
If it ain’t right, then push a nigga, why the fuck you sign it?
Pull aside that nigga ‘cause he near that show
All over that nigga but I had that wrong
Gotta know what I know, I’da left that long
We been shit sick, that my 2 seat
You know a gang of niggas don’t like each other
Got a problem when it come fighting each other
Give it to boy, play like each other
Got a bunch of paid niggas just each other
You show me now, one shit, I spit steel, my appearance is real
That shit you talkin is cheaper that the clearance for real
Shoot a nigga, blood start hemorrhaging, ill
I be close enough, so we we’re trapping out, we be ill

(Hook)
Ball shit, fuck what them bitches say about it
Win or lose, I’mma motherfuckin play about it
Call me, better motherfuckin pray about it
Money over bitches, Hustle Gang over err body
Err body? Err body
Not everybody, err body
Money over bitches, Hustle Gang over err body
Do you mean everybody? Err body
Not everybody, err body
Money over bitches, Hustle Gang over err body

(Verse)
Hustle Gang, street kings, attitude like fuck few
Nature of an asshole, better than we the fuck through
They put me in position with choppas so I’m on defense
I’m Kobe when I shoot, never pposed to brrra in secret
Black on black like the sun go, ah bithc you got this one wrong
Have a cookie, go move over there ‘cause
My niggas watch but they drugs on
Hustle Gang, I G.D.O.D
Still in this bitch like B.o.B
HT I be, I go like mike
I’ll take flight off TOB
I hit money, hit money
I rubber band and I sip money
Your trap stash and I fit money
Can none of these hoes get shit from me
Yall do with me, get mind
And it’s Maybach, last hit fine
The no stress, I’m bossed up
On this block, collected like brick time

(Hook)
Ball shit, fuck what them bitches say about it
Win or lose, I’mma motherfuckin play about it
Call me, better motherfuckin pray about it
Money over bitches, Hustle Gang over err body
Err body? Err body
Not everybody, err body
Money over bitches, Hustle Gang over err body
Do you mean everybody? Err body
Not everybody, err body
Money over bitches, Hustle Gang over err body

(Verse)
I used to throw my pennies away but pennies make pounds
Penny for my thoughts, on pussy every penny counts
And everywhere we go all these people wanna know
They reckon they turnin up, Cali on til yo speaker blow
But time’s money, money’s time nigga
It’s G.D.O.D., I’m still alive nigga
I rep my city, yea I put on for my club
All I do is murder verses, now who wants to die first?
Well look, it’s Hustle Gang my nigga, yea yea
I’m putting on for my team
Spazzin on that trigger, I’m shootin after my dreams
Been a problem so I stepped in
Fuck it, I’m fresher than a freshman
Step in the booth and I burn the mic like wait, mike check, 1-2
(testing, testing)

(Hook)
Ball shit, fuck what them bitches say about it
Win or lose, I’mma motherfuckin play about it
Call me, better motherfuckin pray about it
Money over bitches, Hustle Gang over err body
Err body? Err body
Not everybody, err body
Money over bitches, Hustle Gang over err body
Do you mean everybody? Err body
Not everybody, err body
Money over bitches, Hustle Gang over err body

(Verse)
Hustle Gang over here, everybody in here
If I’m in the building alone then it’s 100 million in here
From another planet motherfucker I’ve been sent here
My dick so long ago but it’s time that fucked yo bitch for 10 years
I miss you now, I miss you now
I’m colder than windshield
I walk through the front door like what’s up? The pimp’s here
Life in the fast line, I wake up in 6th gear
I wake up in Vegas like bitch why you still here?
That’s just how I go about it
B.o.B, best know about it
Nigga I be everywhere
If I’m on a plane I know the pilot
All them haters cold and shit
Nowadays they sure is quiet
But tell me why you front row
With yo main bitch and she so excited
She so excited, she gone

(Hook)
Ball shit, fuck what them bitches say about it
Win or lose, I’mma motherfuckin play about it
Call me, better motherfuckin pray about it
Money over bitches, Hustle Gang over err body
Err body? Err body
Not everybody, err body
Money over bitches, Hustle Gang over err body
Do you mean everybody? Err body
Not everybody, err body
Money over bitches, Hustle Gang over err body

(Verse)
We don’t got no country, we don’t show no pity
I turn up in yo town, turn a bitch under yo city
Dirty ass bank row, thought he said no Diddy
Posted in the trap, pull up get a 50
Shittin on these niggas, said this ain’t empty shit
And now you up in it
Big gas in my glass jar
And this shit on 50, careful what you ask for
Blind for everything so we ain’t mean to have to beg for
Bad red bitch, you know I bust her til her legs soft
When I’m in her spot you know that 4-5 on the dresser
Whole clique tol blummers, don’t get a shit you can’t handle
They pullin up in them tour but one pair of rhymes south side
And then Hustle Gang over err body

(Hook)
Ball shit, fuck what them bitches say about it
Win or lose, I’mma motherfuckin play about it
Call me, better motherfuckin pray about it
Money over bitches, Hustle Gang over err body
Err body? Err body
Not everybody, err body
Money over bitches, Hustle Gang over err body
Do you mean everybody? Err body
Not everybody, err body
Money over bitches, Hustle Gang over err body

[Hustle Gang – Err Body Lyrics (feat. T.I., Dro, Trae the Truth, Chip, B.o.B & Shad da God)]