Hustle lyrics
Yea, youngbloodz, kill the mic, track boys
Y'all ain't ready for this shit Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea Okay we back and bumpin', youngbloodz thats us fo sho From left to right we rockin' and kickin' down every door Watch out now get 'em shawty, oh thats them U-way boys We set it off don't get twist it, still out makin' noise Big pistol thats my word, ice cold is so superb 3 hits 4 shots I'm on it, runnin' you up off the curb So bring your A-game, we bringin' hella pain You disrespect my sip, I'll pop your back like pootytank So if you're ready run it, we got that shit that will I'm from Atlanta steady bouncin' blowin' off the grill 'Cuz in the trunk its bumpin', we goin' all night long So grab a cup 'cuz ain't no way in hell you goin' home I won't get my crime around I hustle baby I stay down every time no day I hustle baby From the track or the trap fo sand I hustle baby No day, I hustle baby, no day gotta hustle baby I won't get my crime around I hustle baby I stay down every time no day I hustle baby From the track or the trap fo sand I hustle baby No day, I hustle baby, no day gotta hustle baby I'm a crime time hustler man, I tried to tell 'em My crew 'cuz it's the ex-convict, convicted felon Banana clips bazmellons of all these stitches tellin' The bitches of bazballers and secrets of shotcallers Of better rounds of scoppin' he said lue a-town to Oakland Niggas prayin' and hopin', they don't get caught with dope and Out a catin' and a crippin' in Chicago they folkin' Down South we got 36 oles trappin' and focus This is no hocus pocus, play the game like locus Playas vibe up and whittin' I'm the third cosmosis I won't get my crime around I hustle baby I stay down every time no day I hustle baby From the track or the trap fo sand I hustle baby No day I hustle baby, no day gotta hustle baby I won't get my crime around I hustle baby I stay down every time no day I hustle baby From the track or the trap fo sand I hustle baby No day I hustle baby, no day gotta hustle baby My pimpin' is old school, and they chevy with bleak shoes Tip tops and flip flops, Adidas and Suede Pumas Who nigga fo like y'all they never goin' change that They slang goin where I hang and my bitches they whod-a-rest And we all drink du-duces of dat go for 5 We'll put that hot heat like between your eyes And I keep it under the seat in the summer they sweatin' me Comin' down your street with beat sittin' on some chesly feet Outta town in that's gold rims, fo shawty be servin' dem Every time my Chevy stop my rims, they still spin A-town for life y'all we never goin' change that Still roll with them dope boys on the bow with them J's at I won't get my crime around I hustle baby I stay down every time no day I hustle baby From the track or the trap fo sand I hustle baby No day I hustle baby, no day gotta hustle baby I won't get my crime around I hustle baby I stay down every time no day I hustle baby From the track or the trap fo sand I hustle baby No day I hustle baby, no day gotta hustle baby I won't get my crime around I hustle baby I stay down every time no day I hustle baby From the track or the trap fo sand I hustle baby No day I hustle baby, no day gotta hustle baby I won't get my crime around I hustle baby I stay down every time no day I hustle baby From the track or the trap fo sand I hustle baby No day I hustle baby, no day gotta hustle baby I won't get my crime around I hustle baby I stay down every time no day I hustle baby From the track or the trap fo sand I hustle baby No day I hustle baby, no day gotta hustle baby I won't get my crime around I hustle baby
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