Linkz Boogz - Side Hustle (feat. Basti) Lyrics

Life is good baby, woo
Styling, you what i'm saying?
Everything is good baby
I'm good, you good?

Purple smoke when the piff is blown
In the trap house, light it off the stove
With a bad chick, pouring Moet
But it's M.O.B. written in the stones
Purple pearl for my mood ring
That's the seven line never switched the mode
Plus the gang lit, yea the drip cold
Push P's with the Gripp to go
Off the books plus a 9 to 5
Bast gotta grind cause i want it all
Been on the go like a hitman when i get the call
Bast Spalding cause i gotta ball
Like Lavar but i'm like Kobe
Iverson when i hand it off
But i'm like Jordan in 96 with the twelves on
That mean i'm sick cause the twelves involved
I'm skeptical and you acting up, got the 12's involved
Make like the salt, you could just dissolve
You could just make everything resolve
Turned a boss, they acting like you lost
I feel your pain since we ain't the same no more
Leveled up, it's a shame you won't, can't stay in touch

Where my thugs at? Wheres the love at?
Where my hoes at? Wheres the love at?
If you 9 to 5'ing or you in the trap
It don't matter dog, let your doe stack
Where my street niggas? Where's the love at?
My independent women, where's the love at?
Always stayed a hundred and you know that
Go and get your paper baby, f*ck that
Where my thugs at? Wheres the love at?
Where my hoes at? Wheres the love at?
If you 9 to 5'ing or you in the trap
It don't matter dog, let your doe stack
Where my street niggas? Where's the love at?
My independent women, where's the love at?
Always stayed a hundred and you know that
Go and get your paper baby, f*ck that

I'm a low key nigga, no stress, i be so blessed
You get no checks? you a whole mess
I'm a whole G, I don't gotta do what they tell me
"You should do this, you should do that
You should make a song like this cat"
But who's that? F*ck that
This is Linkz Boogz, this is Basti
That's a lot of sauce straight out of Queens
All you sucker niggas sell a lot of dreams
With a lot of smoke and a lot of screens
Talk a lot of shit and post a lot of memes
We latin niggas from the city, stay 100 doggie we don't gotta fake it
I'm good in any hood cause i don't do no sucker shit, don't care if i don't make it
I put the work in and i earn the guap
I just sit back and i burn the pot
Peep the game and i learn a lot
In this verbal sport i'll murder yall
That's why your bitch blow me like its windy
I break bread, never stingy
Linkz Boogie, Mikey been flee
This chulo's cooler than a spring breeze
Purple haze for the mood i'm in
She peeped the way i been maneuvering
Said she like me cause i do my thing
I get her wet without a lubricant
Off the books, got myself a side hustle
Push P's like you got a lot of muscle
On the internet the haters tryna rush you
Come and play with mine i'll let the iron touch you
All these thoughts in my brain is full of art
You could still see me on the boulevard
In these New York City streets full of cars
Where the savages scavenge, get pulled apart
So i play it cool and do it for the culture
Since early i studied and learned
How to move in a room that was full of vultures
I sit back and i peep the motions

Where my thugs at? Wheres the love at?
Where my hoes at? Wheres the love at?
If you 9 to 5'ing or you in the trap
It don't matter dog, let your doe stack
Where my street niggas? Where's the love at?
My independent women, where's the love at?
Always stayed a hundred and you know that
Go and get your paper baby, f*ck that
Where my thugs at? Wheres the love at?
Where my hoes at? Wheres the love at?
If you 9 to 5'ing or you in the trap
It don't matter dog, let your doe stack
Where my street niggas? Where's the love at?
My independent women, where's the love at?
Always stayed a hundred and you know that
Go and get your paper baby, f*ck that