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Hustlin Mf Pt 2
Bally Baby
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(Zaycello, you made this?)
Oh-yeah
Okay, hustlin' motherfucker (yeah)
I'm gon' make somethin' shake, I'll show you how to turn nothin' to somethin' (okay)
I got racks stacked up for rainy days, it ain't always sunny (that's what?)
Give a fuck about your attitude, go get you some money (okay, cool)
Nigga love you when you fucked up, hate to see you go get to it (fuck 'em)
Talmbout pop out, make 'em hate this shit, niggas mad they blew it (catch 'em up)
I took losses back-to-back, you don't see me cryin' 'bout this shit (uh-uh)
Ay, I been high to keep me out my feelings, mix the Quag' with Tris, yeah (mix the Quag' with Tris, look)
Hol' on, what the hell?
All these pounds comin' in the house, I fucked around and broke the scale
All of this water on my neck, I fucked around and broke the well
These nigga catch a case and then they turn around and go to tell
Nigga, fuck 12, 'cause APD do me wrong way
Nigga, free Peewee Longway, nigga, free Peewee Longway
I'ma say it twice, I swear to God, I hope all the trap niggas beat they case
Nigga, these RICO gettin' passed out like a drunk ho down here in the A
These other new rap niggas ain't talmbout nothin', man, fuck it, I'll lead the way
I put hos and Benzes on my team, it's a whole lotta GLA
Nigga, this a whole lotta GLE, these niggas know I handle the bidness
All of this internet hate goin' on, these nigga wanna be like Akademik'
Nigga, hol' on, let me fall back, let me get my shit together
Spent a hunnid thousand just to get my neck and wrist together
Hol' on, let's get rich together
I feel like G Herbo, man, my BM and my new bitch gettin' along, man, they my bitch together, huh
Hol' on, hustler motherfucker
Started this shit at the bottom, nigga, I climbed up out the gutter
You gotta buy that shit off the smell, nigga, you is not waitin' by the corner
I don't fuck with gang, solo nigga, I came up out the rubber, nigga, hol' on
Hustlin' motherfucker (yeah)
I'm gon' make somethin' shake, I'll show you how to turn nothin' to somethin' (okay)
I got racks stacked up for rainy days, it ain't always sunny (that's what?)
Give a fuck about your attitude, go get you some money (okay, cool)
Nigga love you when you fucked up, hate to see you go get to it (fuck 'em)
Talmbout pop out, make 'em hate this shit, niggas mad they blew it (catch 'em up)
I took losses back-to-back, you don't see me cryin' 'bout this shit (uh-uh)
Ay, I been high to keep me out my feelings, mix the Quag' with Tris, yeah
Double cup filled up with syrup (yeah), hit the block and hug the curb (yeah)
Gotta keep my glizzy tucked (yeah), poor-ass nigga linkin' up (linkin' up)
Need to link up with the bank (yeah), put some racks inside your pocket (nah, for real)
Take a trip, tryna find a plug (yeah), fucked 'round ran into the socket (yeah)
13-50 for Balenci' (uh-uh), you won't see me in some klonies (you won't)
Got nothin' but walk in with a gun (uh), these lil' nigga fried bologna (they fried)
These lil' niggas nothin' but grits, bad bitch, she bone throwin' fits (yeah)
Fresh as fuck, can't tell, you see me (uh-uh), I been stayin' awake for rich (yeah)
I done broke the money counter, my bankroll be extra sloppy (okay)
Neighbors bitchin' 'bout the traffic, got the block hot like a Taki (the trap)
He a doorman, he a runner, he ain't never seen a box (uh-uh)
Nigga, you down on your dick, why you worried 'bout an opp?
Okay, hustlin' motherfucker (yeah)
I'm gon' make somethin' shake, I'll show you how to turn nothin' to somethin' (okay)
I got racks stacked up for rainy days, it ain't always sunny (that's what?)
Give a fuck about your attitude, go get you some money (okay, cool)
Nigga love you when you fucked up, hate to see you go get to it (fuck 'em)
Talmbout pop out, make 'em hate this shit, niggas mad they blew it (catch 'em up)
I took losses back-to-back, you don't see me cryin' 'bout this shit (uh-uh)
Ay, I been high to keep me out my feelings, mix the Quag' with Tris, yeah