Jugg
Hustle and jugg and hustle
Hustle and jugg and hustle
Hustle and jugg and hustle
Hustle and jugg and hustle
I been stuffing bags no trash cans
No backpacks I’mma full man
I live underground like I’m Batman
And now I’m mainstream on the top man
I smoke the best green no doctor
I’m bout to gas up helicopter
I love my music yeah I wife her
I beat all my odds, word to Tyler
So many females
God damn, I need a roster
Patch all my albums no designer
Checking Bpm’s like a timer
Biz got it booming no bomber
Jugg season coming a reminder
No Mario Kart but when I hit the strip
Shid, I’mma find her
Tour dates coming with locations
Ask the streets Biz be the motivation
I’m ranked, I can’t risk that for no
For no, relations
Hands clean but I had
To grind from the dirt
Money count up, count up
Tell me what it’s worth
Dollar general that’s me
I represent the whole entire streets
Like a pit bull, I bit of my leash
I need some soul food Biz is about to eat
I don’t got no fear in me
Like the choir church tell the streets sing
Like Martin, with a speech
Biz going tell ya
Chase your dreams
Now hustle and jugg and hustle
Hustle and jugg and hustle
Hustle and jugg and hustle
Hustle and jugg and hustle
Overseas with the phone line
It go ring, ring, ring, ring
Been a hot boy
Bling, bling, bling, bling
Black and gold
Shoutout New Orleans
I got my carriages park in the Nola
Still doing exactly what I told you
Crisscross with countries like a border
Puzzle in my lyrics like I’m getting older
Multiple samples, like I’m bipolar
I top my old wave now I’m moving forward
Slide in this bit with the ricks
Growing up plus I’m getting rich
Higher power up with the fist
Wait, shoutout to the white bricks
Zone, zone, zone six
Biz, really be the shit
High beamers on me no beaming
First name really be Keenon
All these crosses on me no demon
I’mma go, go getter
Michael Jackson with the thriller
Wait, name another nigga that’s realer
Wait, name another nigga that’s triller
Been a star since Winnie the Pooh
Honey in the backwoods
Never roll them loose
French inhale, got to keep it cool
Fans ever state, yeah I really blew
That’s real facts, if you didn’t knew
And salute to those in cages
Cause I rep, you too
Now hustle and jugg and hustle
Hustle and jugg and hustle
Hustle and jugg and hustle
Hustle and jugg and hustle
I’mma close this like a rap battle
I just made me another gold album
Ditching TVs at this point, no cable
Halfway from having my own label
You can’t jailbreak this, that’s a disable
Dis attached from the cord 
Like a nice navel
Belly floppers I’ll make you a six packer
Everybody going up, I’m the stair master
All my songs body building way faster
I study what I say, no stage actor
I follow with my action
Cause it does matter
I get caught, flirting with the queens
Like a sandcastle
I’m looking at the world
This is nothing, that Biz
Can’t handle
Now hustle and jugg and hustle
Hustle and jugg and hustle
Hustle and jugg and hustle
Hustle and jugg and hustle