FRENCHIE - Respect My Hustle lyrics
rate meIf I should die before I wake, bury me in Cavali jeans, haha
A Gucci belt, yeah,
[Hook] x 2
If I should die before I wake, I pray to god my soul to take
Bury me in Gucci jeans, and a new Cavali belt
My jersey read 23, I did this shit all by myself
These haters they envy me, boy you better check yourself
Bury me in Gucci jeans, and a new Cavali belt
Pilot is my middle name, nigga I can fly myself
French is the one and only, you getting paper then show me
You flexing hoe but you’re brightman, my little niggas rock rollies
You ain’t built to be my cody, my money stack high slowly
Ain’t nothing you can do for me, you a baby boy like Jodie
1 week for the dollars, high profit, lady showing me love
Security, I don’t need it, 20 racks blowing in this car
Shot a goon pass me them mollies, yodi slumped in that 2 door coupe
T mac got the seats back, with the gang of hoes, moulin rouge
I’m flexing hard, yeah I do, rest in peace g baby, yelling out...
[Hook] x 2
If I should die before I wake, I pray to god my soul to take
Bury me in Gucci jeans, and a new Cavali belt
My jersey read 23, I did this shit all by myself
These haters they envy me, boy you better check yourself
We show up, we show out, lambo coupe, no doors out
Put the doors up, know what I’m bout
View my life, that movie shit, view my bitch that louie fit
Rock city what, I ain’t loosing shit
Send me a brick, I’ma move it quick
These Gucci shoes mean nothing to me
I fuck em up, I play in this, that’s when a nigga on really get money
Mde get my whole lock down, take something from me, I’ma lay that now
Cut a nigga face, so he frowns a smile
Cavali on the waist, nigga look at me now
Gun in his face, nigga say something now
Nigga say something now
If I die before I wake, bury o in 2 jeans
Cavali shirts, I’m too fleet,
Rolls Royce with 2 keys I’m stunting nigga, I’m too hard
12’s on that 2 guard, pardon me if my heart bigger
Chopper lease, I spark niggas, no ... I park niggas
My shine glow, my wrist is black
Pray to god ain’t y’all niggas, up and down this whole list is mac
My team too efficient, gun and the pistols
Told you motherfuckers all welcome to the coke way
Gotta give him 44 grams, calling me the man nigga
Come and get a coke play
[Hook] x 2
If I should die before I wake, I pray to god my soul to take
Bury me in Gucci jeans, and a new Cavali belt
My jersey read 23, I did this shit all by myself
These haters they envy me, boy you better check yourself
If I should pass before I wake, I swear to god my son is good
I’m from the hood, seeing deaths in row like I’m under show
Gotta switch my life around, hammer tuck, yeah I’m one feet down
Blam them up, that’s a lightning round,
Tam up, no young icy down
Cavali on my body, now she prolly wanna swally
She be trippin on the dick and yeah she prolly on the molly
I ain’t judging her, cause I’m fucking her
You one time, you cuffing her
It’s man down, who can fuck with us
Swagger up, we bust it up
Hopping out, they rushing up, you mad as fuck, there’s no touching us
Gd, roller tight, fuck a competition, I’m all a height
Gimme all the mikes and I’ma spit on that bitch like pac did nigga
Cause we all alike
Zoeballa, frenchie hoe, general, so don’t tend me though
My gun go so let your son know, that if I unload that I’m empty, hoe
[Hook] x 2
If I should die before I wake, I pray to god my soul to take
Bury me in Gucci jeans, and a new Cavali belt
My jersey read 23, I did this shit all by myself
These haters they envy me, boy you better check yourself.
