Hustle Gang, T.I., Rich Homie Quan, Spodee, Shad Da God - Make Me Something feat. Rich Homie Quan, Shad Da God, Young Dro, Spodee & T.I.

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I started with nothing, hunger pains hurt my stomach
I was just tryna get some money
I ain’t trusting nobody but my mother
Tryna make something
Tryna take something, I’m dumping
40 keys of Yay and I run it
Numbers up, money
made a hundred
Splerjing
catch a case from me
Pussy ass niggas, you ain’t talking bout nothing
Tryna make something
Tryna make, tryna make something
Tryna make, tryna make something
Tryna make something
Tryna make, tryna make something
Tryna make me something
Rich Homie!
Tryna make something, but I nothing
Came a long way
at the corner store, but you know
don’t play
Stupid nigga, shoot you in the face
I ain’t losing what you take
I’m riding new car nigga
These motherfucking doors nigga
I ain’t ever had a charger on dodge, nigga
I don’t like bitches nigga
everytime baby mama
I’m underground, hiding out like Osama nigga
I’m from Atlanta, got a thousand niggas coming with me
Me and TIP
buck nigga
You niggas incompatable
Turn acrobactic when I start flipping
magical
radical
Imma spit these bars like bullits when I batter you
Y’all niggas
I know how to eat beef, make a hundred thousand on the avinu
I promis you gon lose
Smash you, blast you
Steady
like a cashoo
Glock rest
Sneak up on your ass in the grass like a copperhead
Off white drop head
me and Rich Homie Quan
Me and TIP
Coope, and I take something
I’m tryna make something
I started with nothing, hunger pains hurt my stomach
I was just tryna get some money
I ain’t trusting nobody but my mother
Tryna make something
Tryna take something, I’m dumping
40 keys of Yay and I run it
Numbers up, money
made a hundred
Splerjing
catch a case from me
Pussy ass niggas, you ain’t talking bout nothing
Tryna make something
Tryna make, tryna make something
Tryna make, tryna make something
Tryna make something
Tryna make, tryna make something
Tryna make me something
Nigga came from the block
Played in the game with the rocks
Stay with cocaine
Stay with the Glock
Shine without the chain and the watch
Get wrong talk
How I bang at the cops
Bitches
covers
if a nigga out of order
I hit him go across the water
quarter
Coopes with the droptop quarter
Block still moving with the cops on the corner
I still sell a bag of dope to feed my daughter
Everything available, I’ll show you how to order
13, hustled for a pare of Jordans
try me, and Imma rock
Bitch probably drown in that water
We came up long way from quarters
Why you just can’t get a whole thing?
I broke your skail with my order
I was just tryna get a bankroll and a Bentley motherfucker
I was tought to never trust a bitch or a nigga
hustle
Everytime I bust you
having no muscle
I ain’t get the money that easy, I had to tussle
be with the chopper
I sware to god I started with a
I had a compact Ruger
We got the money running
I started with nothing, hunger pains hurt my stomach
I was just tryna get some money
I ain’t trusting nobody but my mother
Tryna make something
Tryna take something, I’m dumping
40 keys of Yay and I run it
Numbers up, money
made a hundred
Splerjing
catch a case from me
Pussy ass niggas, you ain’t talking bout nothing
Tryna make something
Tryna make, tryna make something
Tryna make, tryna make something
Tryna make something
Tryna make, tryna make something
Tryna make me something