Hustle In Me - LUD FOE

Damn Wonder, you made this beat? Maaaan

Skrrt, skrrt, yeah

This is some money shit, bitch

You know how we rockin', nigga

YSN, Young Street Niggas

Gang, gang, gang

Get your guns up, get your funds up

You on that opp shit, get mop stick, bitch

Gang, gang, gang

Boochie Gang

I was born with that hustle in me, bitch, I’ma run me up a check

I put pressure on their neck and I ain’t lettin' up yet

Thought this bitch was boutta die on me, I shouldn’t gave her X

Got a felon in my car ridin' round with that Tec, bitch

In the club tryna show hard, check out my bougette

With a bitch witch a black card, she think I’m impressed

Bitch addicted by them fast cars, when you got a check

Young dope dealin', rich living nigga from the 'jetcs

Bitch, about the bar

I’m so motherfucking drunk I can’t find my car

Just bust some Cartier frames, cost me two stacks

And two bad bitches with me and they both stacked, bitch

My exhaust spittin' fire, I snatched the motor out the 4508 Spider

I stepped up in the gas, and it got my car excited

If you lookin' for your bitch, I just left her at the hire

See my ride past, all I do was wanna buy it

I’m in the kitchen whippin', tryna make my future brighter

I’m sellin' dope, pull up, serve your ass if you a buyer

We pat you down at the front door in case you wired, bitch

I was born with that hustle in me, bitch, I’ma run me up a check

I put pressure on their neck and I ain’t lettin' up yet

Thought this bitch was boutta die on me, I shouldn’t gave her X

Got a felon in my car ridin' round with that Tec, bitch

In the club tryna show hard, check out my bougette

With a bitch witch a black card, she think I’m impressed

Bitch addicted by them fast cars, when you got a check

Young dope dealin', rich living nigga from the 'jetcs

You can smell that OG kush 'cause I opened up the jar

Got that Draco in the car, and it tear you apart

Make me lump under your fortune, go to sleep up in your yard

Would you diss me on your tape, and that shit wasn’t even hard, bitch, bitch

I been ballin' for a long time, Mark McGuire

Your bitch tryna put her buns on my Oscar Myer

And right now I’m so hot, I could start a fire

Get to scrappin' in the club, you’s a motherfuckin' liar

Mix Givency with the Gucci, shit that make up my attire

Make you wonder how them Forgi’s fit in them itty, bitty tires

Better come with my deposit 'fore you put me on your flyer

And if you lookin' for that work, then nigga, I’ll be your supplier, bitch,

bitch

I was born with that hustle in me, bitch, I’ma run me up a check

I put pressure on their neck and I ain’t lettin' up yet

Thought this bitch was boutta die on me, I shouldn’t gave her X

Got a felon in my car ridin' round with that Tec, bitch

In the club tryna show hard, check out my bougette

With a bitch witch a black card, she think I’m impressed

Bitch addicted by them fast cars, when you got a check

Young dope dealin', rich living nigga from the 'jetcs