Hustla - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]

Lil Mexico City, I was a young nigga hustlin

I'm a Black Migo nigga, I turned nothing into something

I'm a hustler like Gotti, real boss like Hecter

Murk niggas like Slayder, coke money like Esco

Headshots like Frank, I'm talking 38 Special

Put them bricks on the streets, after I remix them and stretch them

I'm talking 38 ounces, nigga, my dope special

I make boss man moves, I can't afford to help you

Young Scooter

Break it all down

To stack it all up

In love with the money

Can't get enough

He buy me anything I want

Just like it's nothing

He the best 'cause he turn nothing into something

Every woman need a hustla

Couple mill in my stash house

Couple cars that I brag 'bout

[?] jag out

Them VVS's on my neck glo

Hit the highway on a Friday

Drop the top back and I smash out

Getting to the money

All I want is gwop

Serving through the hood

I supply the blocks

Thousand dollar ounces

36 a block

In the hood selling glass

Got that straight drop

I'm a go getter, you a ho nigga

You want a street nigga, that'll creep with ya

Hit Sacks 5th, and buy you what you want