C Gutta - Drug Lord Couture lyrics

[Verse 1: Nick Grant] The new king now watch a n***a spazz The school of hard knocks, you n***as skipping cla** You fake, bumping Trey the only time your trigger blast Talking you through the present time I got the gift of gab Jewelry swinging like a freak couple I got a hoe fetish Wide body Ferrari look bowlegged, we go-getters n***as that you admire acknowledge me, its prophecy No shame c**aine white as the dress on the bride to be Pimpin', promote the p**y like she signed to me Nicole Scherzinger n***a, nina on my lap Here's my squirt finger, bloaw how you like me now n***as telling' on the crowd, where the f** is the morale (wow) [Hook] I do it all for the love I do it all for the love I do it all for the love I do it all for the love This is for the hustler in you [Verse 2: Nick Grant] Damn it feels good to see people up on it First rap deal, gave it back didn't want it Your style is haunted, with ghostwriters in your corner I'm disappointed, how silent k**ers turn informant At your door like the Mormans, peep how b**hes adore him I make em freeze like when a n***a scared of performing Understand it, f** with me and up your standards You tryna freak Nick, baby, I'm out in Atlanta (uhh) Lift as you climb my n***a they couldn't carry us Said we wouldn't make it 'til we broke down the barriers These n***as name dropping p**y who u marrying Alienate us, send 51 n***as to your area (blaow) [Hook] I do it all for the love I do it all for the love I do it all for the love I do it all for the love This is for the hustler in you [Verse 3: Nick Grant] f** the drama man I'm so beyond it All I do is move around, I don't know confinement Never had a high but know my b**hes roll the finest I'm just so honest, get behind her like I'm photobombing This the life I'm posed' to live, tell a hoe don't comment Yellow gold like a wine-o's eye rolls of jaundice Slick, you'll never catch it flows are ultrasonic They over grinding, selling blow like a nose with sinus Where I'm from, they pull out quick, here i come Like the wool out, they wasn't 'bout static But never run Blast out, hit gas than mash out Seeing through your favorite rapper like he riding gla** house (blaow) [Hook] I do it all for the love I do it all for the love I do it all for the love I do it all for the love This is for the hustler in you