Bitch!Hood BoyF-E-D-N-TCollaborationHa!We hungry!Keep your foes closeKeep your friends closeSo when the heat hits the fanYour loved ones gon' try and smokePraise Jesus, gotta thank the Lord for okraMoney bring hopeAnd dope bring moneyIt used to rain, but now the forecast is sunnyNo roaches over hereI can't let these niggas crumb meEmerge from the land of crack, coke, and gummiesIf getting franklins was a paceThen I'm runningFull speedSo * you and the horse that you rode onDisrespect me buying to get your faggot ass stolenHey, you don't really wanna see that faux faux homesPaint your shirt redSame color tear as cocoaGotta chase cashBeen broke for oh so longHustler getting cheeseGot them calling me provoloneHustler getting cheeseGot them calling me provoloneHustler getting cheeseGot them calling me provoloneWe just some hungry young niggas* around and get ateWe dope, so we straightI be throwing my weightI straight, my plateMy foes, they hate, so they fakeThey hate, so they fakeOh they fakeWe just some hungry young niggas* around and get ateMy foes, they hate, so they fakeThey hate, so they fakeOh they fakeI'm hungry and I'm youngThem two words are so compatibleI eat folksTry your best to stay up off my platter, broFull course mealI full force mealsAnd these dudes I got around me like a full force fieldYou cannot touch mePlus I am so sizzlingBouncing round the club, hopped upLike I'm dribbling, I fall, broAnd I'm a hog, something like Kobe, watch meHot dog, I be eating like Kobe out of *See I don't wait aroundI just push my weight aroundIf you talking downThat's exactly how I hate to soundThen look, now I got them choked upAnd they all walking on eggshellsCause I'm yokin'We just some hungry young niggas* around and get ateWe dope, so we straightI be throwing my weightI straight, my plateMy foes, they hate, so they fakeThey hate, so they fakeWe just some hungry young niggas* around and get ateWe dope, so we straightI be throwing my weightI straight, my plateMy foes, they hate, so they fakeThey hate, so they fakeGreedy appetiteYou look like a appetizerFinger foodPlease cooperate, the Nina's rudeOn I-30, it's earlyI got some green to moveChasing after the moneyYou should've seen my shoesTouching my backWhen I'm through scraping my plateI put my lunch in a sackI make my automatic dump for a snackUntil I'm full as a tickI promise bullets to spitThis is lifeSo nigga, I might take your cornbreadFlip a cute pieceSo I'm calling it cornbreadCall me GoldilocksCause I'm sampling porridgeIt's just hood bar bitchBut my core fatBring that sugarYou know I said I'mYou know I said I'mNigga, I've been over-patient, I'm a hungry young niggaPee my situation, I was born into nothingNow I blossom into something, all I've had was my mamaMy daddy, I said, * him, just another young brotherThey gotta get paid when we spray them 8KsYou get Bobby Boucher, the H is for the hungryThe Y is cause I'm wrong, the N cause I'm a niggaWho ain't content with just fun, so I'm bound to take it lastIf a nigga doin' bad, gon' still put it in bagsThat sounds like a plan, my appetite for cashIt's deeper than dinner, I'm proud of the mind vibeMan, I'm a hungry young nigga