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Hustlin Mf

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Hustlin Mf was released on December 16, 2025 by Bally Baby as a part of the album BABY DRANK

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OVERVIEW

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Bally Baby

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Bally Baby

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Zaycello

Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Hoodrich (Zaycello, you made this?)

(DJ Scream)

Yeah

Hoodrich Keem, yeah, I'm thinkin' 'bout singin' that guy

Hoodrich

[Chorus]

Okay, hustlin' motherfucker (Yeah)

I'm gon' make somethin' shake, I'll show you how to turn nothin' to somethin' (Okay)

I got racks stacked up for rainy days, it ain't always sunny (That's what?)

Give a fuck about your attitude, go get you some money (Okay, cool)

**** love you when you fucked up, hate to see you go get to it (Fuck 'em)

Talkin' 'bout pop out, make 'em hate this shit, **** mad they blew it (Catch 'em up)

I took losses back-to-back, you don't see me cryin' 'bout this shit (Uh-uh)

Ayy, I been high to keep me out my feelings, mix the Quag' with Tris (Yeah)

[Verse 1]

Double cup filled up with syrup (Yeah), hit the block and hug the curb (Yeah)

Gotta keep my glizzy tucked (Yeah), poor-ass **** linkin' up (Linkin' up)

Need to link up with the bank (Yeah), put some racks inside your pocket (Nah, for real)

Take a trip, tryna find a plug (Yeah), fucked 'round ran into the socket (Yeah)

Thirteen fifty for Balenci' (Uh-uh), you won't see me in some klonies (You won't)

Got nothin' but walk in with a gun (Uh), these lil' **** fried bologna (They fried)

These lil' **** nothin' but grits, bad bitch, she post up with fits (Yeah)

Fresh as fuck, can't tell, you see me (Uh-uh), I been stayin' awake for rich (Yeah)

I done broke the money counter, my bankroll be extra sloppy (Okay)

Neighbors bitchin' 'bout the traffic, got the block hot like a Taki (The trap)

He a doorman, he a runner, he ain't never seen a boss (Uh-uh)

****, you down on your dick, why you worried 'bout an opp? (Scream, Scream, Scream, Scream)

[Chorus]

Okay, hustlin' motherfucker (Yeah)

I'm gon' make somethin' shake, I'll show you how to turn nothin' to somethin' (Okay)

I got racks stacked up for rainy days, it ain't always sunny (That's what?)

Give a fuck about your attitude, go get you some money (Okay, cool)

**** love you when you fucked up, hate to see you go get to it (Fuck 'em)

Talkin' 'bout pop out, make 'em hate this shit, **** mad they blew it (Catch 'em up)

I took losses back-to-back, you don't see me cryin' 'bout this shit (Uh-uh)

Ayy, I been high to keep me out my feelings, mix the Quag' with Tris (Yeah)

[Outro]

(H-Hoodrich, bitch)

Written by: Bally Baby

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