เพลง Born Hustler (Explicit)

(Zaytoven)

Yeah, hey Zay, hey Zay

Young Jefe, holmes, oh!

GG for life

Long live 30 30

I'm a born hustler, can't none of these lil' niggas trap like me

That sucka-free, only one n***a ridin' bust straps for me

Ain't see none of you hoes with the task forces out here after me

They kick in that apartment door 'til niggas hit the balcony

Damn, we was in a rush, we had to flush them ki's

Got money in the floor, hope they don't touch the freezer

What you know about takin' them L's and your whole family needs you?

What you know about workin' that scale? I'm talkin' a thousand piece

I'm from Southeast, yeah, I be on that West

She heard a text, she said, "Who that?"

Baby, don't worry, that's my new connect

She seen my neck, she got so wet

She want Young Jefe to give some of that

I'm drippin' like this, they drippin' like that

I got more sauce than whoever, let's bet

I make a freak girl come lick my Patek

All of my niggas gon' run up a check

All that she got was a pat on the back

She think they her friends, she run and tell that

Next week, them hoes gon' be ridin' a jet

Next week, them hoes gon' be right with the set

She would've ruined my nigga, relax

I do not think about givin' her back (Oh!)

Expensive clothes, yeah, yeah, bankrolls

Get that money, lil' nigga, same goal

Round and round we go, round and round we go (Yeah, yeah)

Niggas still thuggin', B*****s still hoes

Expensive clothes, bankrolls

Get that money, lil' nigga, same goal

Round and round we go, round and round we go (Yeah, yeah)

Niggas still thuggin', B*****s still hoes

You see these diamonds, cannot comprehend

She know I'm a trapper, that made her a fan

We had the white, baby, we had the tan

That was way back before rap was the plan

She down for the struggle, she don't need a man

I send her flicks to my dawgs in the can

Pretty lil' bitch, she be flippin' them bands

Trap with me, baby, I'll buy you a Lamb'

Trap with me, baby, I'll buy you a house

I know some niggas with books in their couch

I know some niggas ain't 'bout what you 'bout

Come help you out, they ain't runnin' their mouth

Come take a ride to me, promise, won't crash

Where is we goin'? On our way to the bag

When it's time for war, niggas droppin' their flag

I go to the store and I'm poppin' them tags (Woah)

Expensive clothes, yeah, yeah, bankrolls

Get that money, lil' nigga, same goal

Round and round we go, round and round we go (Yeah, yeah)

Niggas still thuggin', B*****s still hoes

Expensive clothes, bankrolls

Get that money, lil' nigga, same goal

Round and round we go, round and round we go (Yeah, yeah)

Niggas still thuggin', B*****s still hoes

I'm a born hustler, can't none of these lil' niggas trap like me

That sucka-free, only one n***a ridin' bust straps for me