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Imma Hustla Chords by Ca$his

  • Key: D#m
  • BPM: 73
  • Capo: no capo

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IMMA HUSTLA CHORDS

[Chorus]
D#m B D#m B D#m A# D#m A#7
                  
A#    D#m                   B                   
I'mma hustler find me where it's raking in dough
          D#m                B             
And you a buster softer than the regular ho
        D#m                          A#            D#m
I don't trust ya I'm riding with the iron you know   
                     D#m               
And when you hit the ground I'mma growl


[Verse]
         B      D#m          B                        D#m     
You know  that uppercuts to repercussion for suckers bluffing
        A#                                 D#m             
Tie him up stuff him in the trunk with the speakers bumping
          A#                                      B   
My speech is rugged it's cooking coke on the easy oven
                           D#m           B             
Drunk bumping easy does it smoking on my weed in public
D#m                                     A#         
Attitude is fuck it pullin' out my dick you suck it
                D#m                                     A#          
I ain't talking lunch and when I say I'm bout my dreams and millions
                      D#m            
And we thuggin' while you be clubbin'
     B                                       D#m           
Your life is like an afterparty till you see niggas running
              B                             D#m   A#                     
Killas big as big pop slumbed in and niggas ain't retaliating but nothing
D#m                        A#           
And all that hard talk was just bluffing


[Chorus]
D#m                        B                 D#m    
Destined and disgusted and new niggas is not trusted
              B                               D#m      
If it's money I'mma touch it ball over it was something
A#                             D#m        
Niggas live frontin' but I'mma die stunin'
A#             D#m           B                    
Petrifying the pussy I ain't worried 'bout nothing
                 D#m               B          
I keep my gun up by my stomach and I'm blunted
D#m                 A#   
Bitches bogus brand nigga
D#m                                
None of you pussy niggas want it uh
                     A#       
Did all the shit man on my own
D#m               B              
Look at my resume that bitch long
                          D#m      
Wish a nigga would say he put me on
         B              D#m   
Tears in the game going strong
                 A#7             A#  
And I've in this shit since like 'two
     D#m                      B      
Look at my bullshit I've been through


[Verse]
           D#m                 
Niggas say fuck me fuck 'em too
B                            D#m               
Nigga I don't give a fuck of none of them dudes
B                D#m        
I'mma hustla get your hustla
                   A#          
These rap bands is my customers
    D#m                                       A#           B           
And my trap jump and my trap jump and my trap jumping like double dutch
                     D#m                      
These blow niggas is crazy these DJ's fugaysie
     D#m                       
I'ma made man you ain't made me
           D#m                 
Want meals son you gotta pay me
            D#m                   
Ghost rider nigga check the credit
        D#m                                
Gas man all I spit is ninetyoneminus eleven
D#m                        
Lot apologizing in the game
  A#                         
A nigga like me in apologetic
D#m                             B                               D#m     
Niggas say that they real nigga they fake as fuck and this shit pathetic
                     B                       D#m   
I call it like I see it like I'm twentyminus twenty
                                      A#          
And I tell you to your face nigga you niggas pussy
                         D#m                                      A#        
Xtwo Come on but Roccett you're rapping you know when that rocket be killing
D#m                                B                            
Yeah my niggas is just dressing in black is my niggas is feeling
                  B                  
Yeah we slang the coke up by the polo
      D#m                     A#                       
Still riding in my polo we go preaching like we no more
         D#m                     B               
Bitch We got the pistols and you know we shoot at


[Chorus]
      D#m           B         D#m                B    
Cause all my niggas just like Nikey all we do is do it
           D#m                     
Uh we have your bitch for a nighter
A#         D#m                                            
And that's your bitch so don't trip we don't even like her
A#7      D#m                                       B        
Look I'm 'bout my paper your mully your baby mamas a groupie
         D#m                     B                    D#m     
My nigga snatch all your cookies cause all you niggas is pussy
                        A#7                         
Cause their daddy's was pussy all my niggas like Pac
A# D#m B D#m                                 B                      
So     nigga don't even push me I'm on the ground for this cheddar


[Verse]
D#m                                             B   
You surrounded by cheddar this little nigga was mean
                             D#m                     
Used to flash my barret ta a big shout out to my team
              A#       D#m               
And all of my bastards a real coast nigga
                  A#                  
Shout out to real nigga Cahis we on it
                    D#m       
If you ain't got no paper left
                      D#m  
Better get your paper right
              D#m        
I don't go to sleep nigga
        D#m                
I don't even say good night
       B                                   D#m           
Get it day and night I'm slinging like I'm weighing white
                      A#     
Stay and fight buster Douglas
                    A#     
Slay a mic hustlers love us
            D#m                                              
Y'all crazy thinking that you can compare me to other suckers


[Chorus]
                                            B      
It's all gravy motherfucker cause I smother fuckers
                      D#m                               
Speak the language of the streets when I'm banging beats
      B                    D#m                          A#   
I was slanging pieces back when Jeezy used to hang with Meech
                          D#m   
Rocking more shine on the jackas
                        A#  
Winning bankers winning rich
          A#7                      D#m                    
They nose dive getting close lined like I'm hanging sheets
                           B                  
Slaughterhouse Nickel Joey Crooked I and Yaowa
                D#m                    B    
How a group get a symbol by the higher power
            D#m                       A#   
Rifle power in my coup I'm the Eiffel Tower
       D#m                                      A#    
And my host has got more toasters than a bridal shower
         D#m        F#                      B          
Hear the pain in my voice when they hit the right pitch
                          F#           
I was born in a ditch but Imma die rich
B                                                          
Talk to the hit here come off print watch what you're sayin
             A#7               A#    
Money chaser paper chaser many chaser
          D#m          
She don't case catch up
   D#m                  
On the ' try my homicide
                       B            
Every verse don't face your death oh
            D#m                      
' I'm on my watch left post can knock
B                         D#m         
I piss on California shit on the south
                        A#           
Back to the gooder past of my shooter
A#                     
Take your free benz and
                         D#m              
Just imagine what I'd do with you daughter


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