Vito Banga - Thomas Petty lyrics

Hustlers... Hustlers... What? Vito Banga! Hustlers... Y'all know how I do. Hustlers.... (heh heh) (HOOK) If you owe me ten dollar, go 'n' pay to the dollar, Cuz I'm that petty, I'm just that petty. Strut on me tonight, Don't speak to me tomorrow. Cuz I'm that petty, I'm just that petty. Elected by repeal, I'm low on bu*ter Cuz I'm that petty, I'm just that petty. Say you ain't got it, There's gonna be trouble, Cuz I'm that petty, I'm just that petty. Don't know them n***a, I don't trust that b**h, Don't start no sh**, won't be no sh**! My barber, my barber, Yo grill, yo sh**. Don't text my phone! Don't speak to my b**h! Don't try to borrow my money, Can't use my car. It's better this way -- I ain't tryin' to be hard. My God give me strength, see that I ain't starve. Every rapper in the hustler, need to play yo part!!! (HOOK) No high, n***a block (???) Like they told me at the stove, got to get it how you live Left my nephew by my car, broke my heart when he did it Brought me my sh** back, with my gas tank empty. Runna than young boy sh**, He's in jail right now! Told his momma what he owed me, And she cussed me out! C.O.D -- y'all know what I'm talkin' 'bout Ask me to buy something -- I'll bust your mouth!! (HOOK) Hey, man. Y'all motherf**ers (???) Y'all know what I'm talkin' 'bout? n***a, like... Come on, dawg, don't make nobody call you out by ten dollar, man. (???) wrong, man. I left n***a somethin', man. n***a took a new ride home man. And I be there grown man. Y'all know what I'm talkin bout? Vito Banga man. Y'all waitin' for the remix, man? Who y'all think need to be on it. I got my I got my sh** in line but... y'all let me know. Onehundred.