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Weightoven Lyrics
“Weightoven” marks a switch-up from the spirited and provocative themes shown in the Black $uicide tapes—the boys slow it down for a song illustrating the problems and depression they truly face. It is track… Read More [Intro: Black Smurf]
Uh-huh
Hust'
Uh-uh
Hust'
Uh-huh
Hust'
Squad

[Verse 1: Black Smurf]
(Hustle, uh)
I be like fuck the world and everybody in it sometimes (Hustle, uh)
At times, I feel like I'm alone, like all my friends in my mind (Damn)
Say Hustle God, got street cred, boy, I never fell off my grind (Uh, hustle, hustle, way)
The most respected in this shit, just to walk in the sky (Uh, okay the way)
Could tell if you a foreign, shoot ya from the look in this eye (Uh, hustle, hustle, way)
Maybe if I do bands up, show him a glimpse of that side (Uh, ayy, ayy, way)
My father-side easy to spot, you sparkin', you catch that fire (Uh, fire burn ye, damn, damn)
If I burn you, third-degree, you may or may not survive, puss', puss'

[Bridge: Black Smurf & Ruby da Cherry]
Ahh
Uh
Yeah

[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]
Smokin' bitch, I got the same plug as Sid Vicious
24k, fuck off, bitch, yeah, the blunt tastes like gold, it's delicious
Keep on talkin', boy, we know that you's a pussy, you fictitious
Rattin' out a woadie for a bag of silver, you Judas-ish
I do this shit, Hustle Fam ambitious
Slit wrist fistin' bitches
I ain't fresh to death, my death is fresh
I'm so clean but still got glitches
Diggin' in a grave, bitch, I'm looking for the riches
(Bitch, I'm looking for the riches, yah)

[Bridge: $crim]
$ui-$ui- ($ui-$ui-)

[Verse 3: $crim]
Just another day high as fuck
Riding 'round, blowin' pounds with the windows up
I'm just addicted to drugs, but I ain't ever giving up
You ever walk up in a room and see no face you can trust?
Treat these hoes how I want, shoot motherfuckers for fun
If I was you, I wouldn't smoke with me, you never know what's up in my blunt
I was taught to rob and serve, make a sucker bite the curb
Walking slow and talking slurred, spillin' syrup on my shirt