“Hustlin Mf Pt. 2” music video // Bally Baby (right), Belly Gang Kushington (left)

“Hustlin Mf Pt.2 ” is a promotional single from (Alabama-born, Atlanta based) American rapper, Bally Baby. ^{^{^{^[1]}}} ^{^{^{^[2]}}}

It features American rapper (from Atlanta, Georgia), Belly Gang Kushington. ^{^{^{^[7]}}}

The Official Music Video directed by Rockstar Colt premiered February 3rd 2026 ^{^[1]}, via Bally Baby’s official YouTube channel.^{^{^{^[3]}}}

The track produced by: Zaycello.^{^[4]}

The song written by: Bally Baby, & Belly Gang Kushington.^{^[4]}

Song: #HustlinMf #Pt2

Artist: #BallyBaby #BellyGangKushington

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“Hustlin Mf Pt. 2” Lyrics ^{^[4]}
Song by Bally Baby, Belly Gang Kushington:

Intro: Bally Baby
(Zaycello, you made this?)
Oh yeah

Chorus: Bally Baby & Belly Gang Kushington
Okay, hustlin’ m*********** (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 f*** about your attitude, go get you some money (Okay, cool)
N***** love you when you f***** up, hate to see you go get to it (f*** ’em)
Talkin’ ’bout pop out, make ’em hate this s***, n***** mad they blew it (Catch ’em up)
I took losses back-to-back, you don’t see me cryin’ ’bout this s*** (Uh-uh)
Ayy, I been high to keep me out my feelings, mix the Quag’ with Tris, yeah (Mix the Quag’ with Tris, look)

Verse 1: Belly Gang Kushington & Belly Gang Kushington & Bally Baby
Hold on, what the hell?
All these pounds comin’ in the house, I f***** around and broke the scale
All of this water on my neck, I f***** around and broke the well
These n***** catch a case and then they turn around and go to tell
N****, f*** 12, ’cause APD do me wrong way
N****, free Peewee Longway, n****, free Peewee Longway
I’ma say it twice, I swear to God, I hope all the trap n***** beat they case
N****, these RICOs gettin’ passed out like a drunk ho down here in the A
These other new rap n***** ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’, man, f*** it, I’ll lead the way
I put h*** and Benzes on my team, it’s a whole lot of GLA
N****, this a whole lot of GLE, these n***** know I handle the business
All of this internet hate goin’ on, these n***** wanna be like Akademiks
N****, hold on, let me fall back, let me get my s*** together
Spent a hundred thousand just to get my neck and wrist together
Hold on, let’s get rich together
I feel like G Herbo, man, my BM and my new b**** gettin’ along, man, they my b**** together, huh
Hold on, hustler m***********
Started this s*** at the bottom, n****, I climbed up out the gutter
You gotta buy that s*** off the smell, n****, you is not waitin’ by the corner
I don’t f*** with gang, solo n****, I came up out the rubber, n****
Hold on

Chorus: Bally Baby
Hustlin’ m*********** (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 f*** about your attitude, go get you some money (Okay, cool)
N***** love you when you f***** up, hate to see you go get to it (f*** ’em)
Talkin’ ’bout pop out, make ’em hate this s***, n***** mad they blew it (Catch ’em up)
I took losses back-to-back, you don’t see me cryin’ ’bout this s*** (Uh-uh)
Ayy, I been high to keep me out my feelings, mix the Quag’ with Tris, yeah

Verse 2: Bally Baby
Double cup filled up with s**** (Yeah), hit the block and hug the curb (Yeah)
Gotta keep my glizzy tucked (Yeah), poor-a** n**** 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), f***** ’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’ n***** fried bologna (They fried)
These lil’ n***** nothin’ but grits, bad b****, she bone throwin’ fits (Yeah)
Fresh as f***, 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 b****in’ ’bout the traffic, got the block hot like a Taki (The trap)
He a doorman, he a runner, he ain’t never seen a box (Uh-uh)
N****, you down on your d***, why you worried ’bout an opp?

Chorus: Bally Baby
Okay, hustlin’ m*********** (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 f*** about your attitude, go get you some money (Okay, cool)
n***** love you when you f***** up, hate to see you go get to it (f*** ’em)
Talkin’ ’bout pop out, make ’em hate this s***, n***** mad they blew it (Catch ’em up)
I took losses back-to-back, you don’t see me cryin’ ’bout this s*** (Uh-uh)
Ayy, I been high to keep me out my feelings, mix the Quag’ with Tris, yeah