[Verse 1: YFN I was down, shit was Nigga say he got them bags, but shit hot, yeah All we is lay 'em down, yeah we gon' plot And if in there we gon' go in a nigga's spot Uh, out that bando, we was grindin' for sure My workin' that stick, they keep on swangin' that door My partner just caught a five he got caught with that pole Got to keep your mouth shut and play the how it go, yeah Hustlin', yeah we were Nigga get out of line, hell we gon' bust him that be talkin' behind your back, you can't trust 'em And two words to a snitch nigga, motherfuck 'em, Makin' plays like I'm in the NBA, in and out of Tryna feed my and beat a case My lil partner got that iron on him, to catch a case Sippin' 'round, pourin' nines, fuck a we need a case, yeah hey
[Chorus: YFN Hustlin', day we hustlin' Got to the fam so every day we hustlin' Yeah you we hustlin' day we hustlin' Tryna get an M so day we hustlin', hey yeah Slangin' out that bando, we was for sure, yeah Hustlin' every day, we get a bankroll, yeah you see me you know I'm tryna get more Got to hustle, stack that paper, yeah that's the way it goes,
[Verse 2: Scooter] Three sixty-five means we grind all year You see this Rolex 'round my wrist, bitch I shine all I'm the King so I get jugg man of the year I was locked up, juggin' out my cell for Working out that condo, we was jugging for Bust down a thousand pounds, sweep pounds off the floor Still got that ninety-seven Acura, with a spot in the I'm 'bout these bricks for life just like that boy Lo (L-O) A lot of jugg but they can't jugg like this I got collard greens and I got all fish And I don't need a ho 'cause I buy your bitch It take a real nigga to a life like this
YFN Lucci] Hustlin', every day we Got to feed the fam so every day we Yeah you know we Every day we Tryna get an M so day we hustlin', hey yeah Slangin' out that bando, we was for sure, yeah Hustlin' every day, we tryna get a bankroll, Everytime you see me you know I'm get more Got to hustle, stack that paper, yeah the way it goes, yeah
3: Meek Mill] Trappin' out the bando, shot extendo Pop the cartridge in like we playin' Put some paper on 'em, make them get low Shootin' and they tellin', that's them M-O, ho! Remember nights, where was they plannin' them nights? my nigga, all we had dinner was rice We was gettin' it right Out on that corner then they ran up on us we tryna win win win We a new case and get back out of jail and we do it again-gain-gain Four on a baby, that one twenty-five, feel like McGrady and we let 'em fly Maybe I'm wrong, I pray that we kill 'em and we die Be with some niggas that stand up, they only get down on their just to pray to Allah We the type [?] of them niggas to spray all them niggas like and go to Dubai You know that on, nigga we
[Chorus: YFN Hustlin', day we hustlin' Got to feed the fam so every day we Yeah you know we day we hustlin' Tryna get an M so day we hustlin', hey yeah Slangin' out that bando, we was grindin' for sure, every day, we tryna get a bankroll, yeah Everytime you see me you I'm tryna get more Got to hustle, that paper, yeah that's the way it goes, yeah