[Intro]
Hustle Gang's very own Tokyo Jetz
Finna kick a freestyle for HotNewHipHop real quick

[Verse]
I got more money than your favourite rapper, he just got a bigger chain
And he be ducking in this Uber when he switching lanes
Broke bitch, no you cannot hold shit
I cut off all them fake ass hoes I used to roll with
I've been on my grind
I've been touring, doing shows
Why you got all of them follows, they ain't book you on the road
Just bought another iPhone, it's strictly for my whole [??]
My clique with hollow tips, get your bitchass exposed
That rapping shit be cool 'till you finally got a show, right?
Hot stupid, disrespect, we gotta blow you, right?
Baby G.O.A.T. so fucking raw, this just the prototype
Shooter for a shooter, he ain't even gotta get his vocals right
Doctor say that I be tripping 'cause I flip fast
Dropped out of school, used to chill up in the gym class
Ain't really need the extras, as long as I get maths
He want love, I want a bag, different world, call him Sinbad
She want a n***a, tell her point me to his plug 'cause I've been trying to turn these dollars to some motherfucking dubs
Ain't no tender love and care with no motherfucking scrubs
So don't call be back to back like you know motherfucking Booke
You know I had to hustle for the lay-up
You fucking up my make-up
Delete my pictures off your shit before my n***a wake up
Ayy, listen, I don't say much, just tryna put this pussy on your [??] up
All you bitches lace-front for real