Born Hustler

(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 nigga 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', bitches 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', bitches 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 (whoa) 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', bitches 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', bitches still hoes I'm a born hustler, can't none of these lil' niggas trap like me That sucka-free, only one nigga ridin' bust straps for me