Make Me SomethingHustle Gang

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & T.I.]
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

[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
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

[Verse 2: Young Dro]
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

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & T.I.]
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

[Verse 3: Spodee]
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 [?]

[Verse 4: Shad Da God]
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
[?]

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & T.I.]
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