Bitch!
Hood Boy
F-E-D-N-T
Collaboration
Ha!
We hungry!
Keep your foes close
Keep your friends close
So when the heat hits the fan
Your loved ones gon' try and smoke
Praise Jesus, gotta thank the Lord for okra
Money bring hope
And dope bring money
It used to rain, but now the forecast is sunny
No roaches over here
I can't let these niggas crumb me
Emerge from the land of crack, coke, and gummies
If getting franklins was a pace
Then I'm running
Full speed
So * you and the horse that you rode on
Disrespect me buying to get your faggot ass stolen
Hey, you don't really wanna see that faux faux homes
Paint your shirt red
Same color tear as cocoa
Gotta chase cash
Been broke for oh so long
Hustler getting cheese
Got them calling me provolone
Hustler getting cheese
Got them calling me provolone
Hustler getting cheese
Got them calling me provolone
We just some hungry young niggas
* around and get ate
We dope, so we straight
I be throwing my weight
I straight, my plate
My foes, they hate, so they fake
They hate, so they fake
Oh they fake
We just some hungry young niggas
* around and get ate
My foes, they hate, so they fake
They hate, so they fake
Oh they fake
I'm hungry and I'm young
Them two words are so compatible
I eat folks
Try your best to stay up off my platter, bro
Full course meal
I full force meals
And these dudes I got around me like a full force field
You cannot touch me
Plus I am so sizzling
Bouncing round the club, hopped up
Like I'm dribbling, I fall, bro
And I'm a hog, something like Kobe, watch me
Hot dog, I be eating like Kobe out of *
See I don't wait around
I just push my weight around
If you talking down
That's exactly how I hate to sound
Then look, now I got them choked up
And they all walking on eggshells
Cause I'm yokin'
We just some hungry young niggas
* around and get ate
We dope, so we straight
I be throwing my weight
I straight, my plate
My foes, they hate, so they fake
They hate, so they fake
We just some hungry young niggas
* around and get ate
We dope, so we straight
I be throwing my weight
I straight, my plate
My foes, they hate, so they fake
They hate, so they fake
Greedy appetite
You look like a appetizer
Finger food
Please cooperate, the Nina's rude
On I-30, it's early
I got some green to move
Chasing after the money
You should've seen my shoes
Touching my back
When I'm through scraping my plate
I put my lunch in a sack
I make my automatic dump for a snack
Until I'm full as a tick
I promise bullets to spit
This is life
So nigga, I might take your cornbread
Flip a cute piece
So I'm calling it cornbread
Call me Goldilocks
Cause I'm sampling porridge
It's just hood bar bitch
But my core fat
Bring that sugar
You know I said I'm
You know I said I'm
Nigga, I've been over-patient, I'm a hungry young nigga
Pee my situation, I was born into nothing
Now I blossom into something, all I've had was my mama
My daddy, I said, * him, just another young brother
They gotta get paid when we spray them 8Ks
You get Bobby Boucher, the H is for the hungry
The Y is cause I'm wrong, the N cause I'm a nigga
Who ain't content with just fun, so I'm bound to take it last
If a nigga doin' bad, gon' still put it in bags
That sounds like a plan, my appetite for cash
It's deeper than dinner, I'm proud of the mind vibe
Man, I'm a hungry young nigga