Letra de Hustlin Mf Pt 2 (feat. Belly Gang Kushington)

(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) Niggas love you when you fucked up, hate to see you go get to it (fuck 'em) Talkin' 'bout 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) Ayy, I been high to keep me out my feelings, mix the Quag' with Tris, yeah (mix the Quag' with Tris, look) Hold 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 niggas 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 RICOs gettin' passed out like a drunk ho down here in the A These other new rap niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', man, fuck it, I'll lead the way I put hoes and Benzes on my team, it's a whole lot of GLA Nigga, this a whole lot of GLE, these niggas know I handle the business All of this internet hate goin' on, these niggas wanna be like Akademiks Nigga, hold on, let me fall back, let me get my shit together Spent a hundred thousand just to get my neck and wrist together Hold 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 Hold 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 Hold 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) Niggas love you when you fucked up, hate to see you go get to it (fuck 'em) Talkin' 'bout 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) Ayy, 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) Thirteen fifty 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 niggas 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) Niggas love you when you fucked up, hate to see you go get to it (fuck 'em) Talkin' 'bout 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) Ayy, I been high to keep me out my feelings, mix the Quag' with Tris, yeah