Let Me Find Out (remix) Lyrics - Singles - Hustle Gang

This a Tennesse, Alabama, Atlanta connection homeboy 

Let me find out these niggas still hating on the low 

And their whole life savings I get paid for a show 

Their re-up, that's my walk-through 

My sneakers, there they house note 

Think I need a whole thang of Keisha just to talk to 'em 

Small town, big money, baby I make boss moves 

They say Doe B lane is like T-Pain without the autotune 

Bring out the Apollo boom 

I'mma sandman these niggas 

Give you 2 thumbs down 

Boy, your swag ain't official 

Let me find out them fake Guccis 

Let me find out them fake Louis 

Let me find out your baby mama is a man-eater, she ate my children 

Let me find out you fake juug and I come through like: Aye buddy 

You 25, just started trapping 

Let me find out you straight rookie 

Taylor Gang, straight trippy 

Hustle Gang what it is, pimping? 

Got so many white friends I bring back Tommy Hilfiger 

ATL, let me find out 

Memphis Ten', let me find out 

M.I.A., N-Y-C, Texas, Cali, Chi-Town 

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Let me find out 

Let me find out 

Nigga let me find out 

Let me find 

Out 

Let me find out & I'm ridin' out 

Got 4 choppers no 9's out 

I'm recent, you're timed out 

I'm playin' with it, you fouled out 

You got a foul mouth? You'll get 2 shots 

Nigga And1 with my handgun 

Nigga talk about dough but that's sumthing you ain't never had your hands on 

Got folk in Alabama, they still call Arm & Hammer 

See I do it for the 

Gutter, not just to get the glamour 

Hey who that nigga from Atlanta say he got a lot of drugs? 

Say you looking 

For a plug, bitch you looking at the plug 

I'mma, real young nigga 

You want this ho, better come get her 

We don't want your bitch mane 

We just wanna have fun with her 

Okay well let me find out you channeled it 

Ridin' around town just saving hoes 

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Nigga she ain't all yours, we shared the bitch 

But let me find out 

She havin' your baby though 

Let me find out, Juicy J's your girl's favorite rapper 

I'mma fuck her all night and I'mma give her back after 

I ain't hand cuffing these hoes like shackles 

For the green & the cheese like a Green Bay packer 

Trippy Mane: fuck you pay me, I come play like Tom Brady 

Kush is my medication, ride presidential like Ronald Reagan 

Pussy niggas need to stop hating my flow sick like cancer patients 

Rolex and a new Bugatti, yes bitch I'm ice king 

My last bitch must've been a chauffeur, she drove me crazy 

No key, that space age, my ignition, I done made it 

Juicy J, that's trippy ho, Taylor Gang that's trippy ho 

Smoking on that Christmas tree my belt buckle like mistletoe 

Oops that was your wife? She just spent the night 

With my dick in her mouth & my balls in her hand 

Like the bitch was shooting dice 

Juicy J, I got long money 

I got 1998 song money 

Bitch pour that Patron for me 

I rock shows, boy I'm stone money 

Let me find out you put Molly all in her champagne and she don't even know it 

Let me find out Juicy J got stabbed in a shootout 

Let me find out Tip still ridin' 'round with guns 

I'mma whoop his motherfuckin' ass 

Let me find out you went to the club and left your kids with your other kids 

In the car 

Let me find out bitch