Make Me Something - Hustle Gang, T.I., Rich Homie Quan

I started with nothing, hunger pains hurt my stomach

I was just tryna get some money

I ain’t trusting nobody but my mother

Tryna make something

Tryna take something, I’m dumping

40 keys of Yay and I run it

Numbers up, money

made a hundred

Splerjing

catch a case from me

Pussy ass niggas, you ain’t talking bout nothing

Tryna make something

Tryna make, tryna make something

Tryna make, tryna make something

Tryna make something

Tryna make, tryna make something

Tryna make me something

Rich Homie!

Tryna make something, but I nothing

Came a long way

at the corner store, but you know

don’t play

Stupid nigga, shoot you in the face

I ain’t losing what you take

I’m riding new car nigga

These motherfucking doors nigga

I ain’t ever had a charger on dodge, nigga

I don’t like bitches nigga

everytime baby mama

I’m underground, hiding out like Osama nigga

I’m from Atlanta, got a thousand niggas coming with me

Me and TIP

buck nigga

You niggas incompatable

Turn acrobactic when I start flipping

magical

radical

Imma spit these bars like bullits when I batter you

Y’all niggas

I know how to eat beef, make a hundred thousand on the avinu

I promis you gon lose

Smash you, blast you

Steady

like a cashoo

Glock rest

Sneak up on your ass in the grass like a copperhead

Off white drop head

me and Rich Homie Quan

Me and TIP

Coope, and I take something

I’m tryna make something

I started with nothing, hunger pains hurt my stomach

I was just tryna get some money

I ain’t trusting nobody but my mother

Tryna make something

Tryna take something, I’m dumping

40 keys of Yay and I run it

Numbers up, money

made a hundred

Splerjing

catch a case from me

Pussy ass niggas, you ain’t talking bout nothing

Tryna make something

Tryna make, tryna make something

Tryna make, tryna make something

Tryna make something

Tryna make, tryna make something

Tryna make me something

Nigga came from the block

Played in the game with the rocks

Stay with cocaine

Stay with the Glock

Shine without the chain and the watch

Get wrong talk

How I bang at the cops

Bitches

covers

if a nigga out of order

I hit him go across the water

quarter

Coopes with the droptop quarter

Block still moving with the cops on the corner

I still sell a bag of dope to feed my daughter

Everything available, I’ll show you how to order

13, hustled for a pare of Jordans

try me, and Imma rock

Bitch probably drown in that water

We came up long way from quarters

Why you just can’t get a whole thing?

I broke your skail with my order

I was just tryna get a bankroll and a Bentley motherfucker

I was tought to never trust a bitch or a nigga

hustle

Everytime I bust you

having no muscle

I ain’t get the money that easy, I had to tussle

be with the chopper

I sware to god I started with a

I had a compact Ruger

We got the money running

I started with nothing, hunger pains hurt my stomach

I was just tryna get some money

I ain’t trusting nobody but my mother

Tryna make something

Tryna take something, I’m dumping

40 keys of Yay and I run it

Numbers up, money

made a hundred

Splerjing

catch a case from me

Pussy ass niggas, you ain’t talking bout nothing

Tryna make something

Tryna make, tryna make something

Tryna make, tryna make something

Tryna make something

Tryna make, tryna make something

Tryna make me something