Hustle In Me lyrics

[Intro]

Kid Wonder, you made this beat? Damn

Skrrt, skrrt, yeah

Out west 290 shit, bitch

You know how I'm rockin', nigga

YSN, Young Street Nigga

Get your guns up, get your funds up

You on that opp shit, get mop stick, bitch

Boochie Gang, ayy

[Chorus]

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

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

Thought this bitch was 'bout to die on me, I shouldn't have gave her X

Got a felon in my car, ridin' round with the TEC

Hit the club shinin' so hard, check out my baguette

Red bitch with a black card, she think I'm impressed

It's addictive buyin' fast cars, when you got a check

Young dope dealin' rich living nigga from the 'jects

[Verse 1]

Bitch up off the bar

I'm so motherfucking drunk, I can't find my car

Just bought some Cartier frames, cost me two stacks

And two bad bitches with me and they both stacked

My exhaust spittin' fire

I snatched the motor out the 458 Spyder

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

You lookin' for your bitch, I just left her at the Hyatt

See my ride past, all the dope boys wanna buy it

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

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

Thought this bitch was 'bout to die on me, I shouldn't have gave her X

Got a felon in my car, ridin' round with the TEC

Hit the club shinin' so hard, check out my baguette

Red bitch with a black card, she think I'm impressed

It's addictive buyin' fast cars, when you got a check

Young dope dealin' rich living nigga from the 'jects

[Verse 2]

You can smell the OG kush soon as I open up the jar

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

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

Heard you diss me on your tape, and that shit wasn't even hard

I been ballin' for a long time, Mark McGwire

Your bitch tryna put her buns on my Oscar Mayer

And right now I'm so hot I could start a fire

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

Mix Givenchy with the Gucci shit that make up my attire

Make you wonder how them Forgis fit on them little 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

[Chorus]

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

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

Thought this bitch was 'bout to die on me, I shouldn't have gave her X

Got a felon in my car, ridin' round with the TEC

Hit the club shinin' so hard, check out my baguette

Red bitch with a black card, she think I'm impressed

It's addictive buyin' fast cars, when you got a check

Young dope dealin' rich living nigga from the 'jects