Artist: COLORS
Album: COLORS
Duration: 3:32
J Hus – Massacre | A COLORS SHOW Lyrics
Hustla, baby
Baby, baby
Baby, baby
Ah, man
Yeah
Yo
Yeah
Mhm
Heard ’em talk greaze, but I didn’t care
Won’t take long to make him disappear
No, he’s not greazy, he’s a teddy bear
Dump on him anywhere
If you stay prepared, you ain’t gotta get prepared
Gyal link me after she get a manicure, pedicure
Hit the road and cause a massacre
Real hitman, not a amateur
Was a young boy, but now I’m mature
Change the economy, give me the currency
Everybody pay double, side hustle, main hustle
Put my hands in every pie
Everybody ’round me certified, bona fide
Suttin’ money can’t buy
Even if they wanna try, they know that they can’t try
He wasn’t lookin’ at me, he had a cross-eye
He wouldn’t wanna cross me, wanna cross I
He wouldn’t wanna cross me, Wallahi Billahi
Where I come from, we grew up on chicken and rice
The games that we play
When you’re on the field everyday, there’s no need for no exercise
It gets real hot, must stay hydrated
Wet that block, if they violated
The way we pulled up, they couldn’t even gauge it
Get away clean, would’ve thought we staged it
I link my guy, he knows where the base is
He used to hold my teeth, I used to call him braces
This life we live is all about your choices
A man went crazy, started hearin’ voices
It gets real hot, man need aqua
J Hus active all your chakra
Open the book to the next chapter
Ay, ay, ay
Yo
Heard ’em talk greaze, but I didn’t care
Won’t take long to make him disappear
No, he’s not greazy, he’s a teddy bear
Dump on him anywhere
If you stay prepared, you ain’t gotta get prepared
Gyal link me after she get a manicure, pedicure
Hit the road and cause a massacre
Real hitman, not a amateur
Was a young boy, but now I’m mature
We was just sittin’ on the furniture
I was just checkin’ her temperature
Asked her what she do for a livin’
She said, “Baby, I’m a entrepeneur”
There’s a lot of gyal, but you’re the one I prefer
If there’s a problem, she come to me first
I’m the only man you need in the universe
Make the bunda bounce and then put it in reverse
It’s in your DNA, there’s no need to rehearse, no rehearsal
When you’re ready for me, come and send me a bird call
She don’t eat me, she a herbivore
But I could’ve sworn she ate me ’til the early morn’
I might hold on to her, but I’m not sure
You do your nails and your hair, and your skin’s pure
I let you do your ting, I don’t interfere
Baby, I can tell you’ve been eatin’ well
Big bunda, no BBL
Heard ’em talk greaze, but I didn’t care
Won’t take long to make him disappear
No, he’s not greazy, he’s a teddy bear
Dump on him anywhere
If you stay prepared, you ain’t gotta get prepared
Gyal link me after she get a manicure, pedicure
Hit the road and cause a massacre
Real hitman, not a amateur
Was a young boy, but now I’m mature
Hustla baby
Baby, baby
Baby, baby
Yeah
Wavy, heavy, gravy, growth
Wavy, heavy, gravy, growth
Yeah (haha)
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
Hustla baby
Baby, baby
Baby, baby
Uh