Glizzy Hustler

Yeah… (Ayy)
I’m gettin’ to the bread like a hot dog stand. (For real!)
Mustard on the seats, ketchup on the bands. (Woo!)
Let’s go!

I pull up clean, grill like a stove, (Skrrt!)
Pockets real stuffed, like a chili cheese load. (Damn!)
Footlong flex, yeah, I do it jumbo, (What?)
Catch me at the top, yeah, I ball like Mutombo.

I don’t do beef, less it’s on the bun, (Nah!)
Keep a frank on me, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout guns. (Ha!)
Sauce too drippy, yeah, they know what’s up, (Ayy!)
If you talkin’ ‘bout the best, put my name in the cut.


Hot dog hustle, gettin’ to the bread, (Bread!)
Ketchup and the mustard, pockets full of spread. (Woo!)
Ain’t no cap, yeah, I’m servin’ up the heat, (Yeah!)
Took a lil’ break, now I’m back up on the feast. (Let’s go!)


I be cookin’ up, got the game on roast, (Roast!)
They be talkin’ down, but I do the most. (What?)
Pulled up stuntin’, got the whole block fed, (Damn!)
Catch me in the city with a brat on deck. (Skrrt!)

Paper long like a footlong combo, (Yeah!)
Buns stay stacked, pockets on

(Fuck in n out bruh) (whataburger for life) 

Memphis style trap beat