Youngbloodz - Hustle lyrics

Yeah, Youngbloodz, k**er Mike, Track boys Y'all ain't ready for this sh** Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Okay, we back and bumpin', Youngbloodz that's us for sho' From left to right, we rockin' and kickin' down every door Watch out now, get 'em shawty, oh, that's them, U-way boys We set it off, don't get it, twist it, still out makin' noise Big pistol, that's 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 sh** that will I'm from Atlanta steady bouncin', blowin' off the grill 'Cause in the trunk it's bumpin', we goin' all night long So grab a cup 'cause 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 for 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 for 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 'Cause it's the ex-convict, convicted felon Banana clips bazmellons of all these stitches tellin' The b**hes of bazballers and secrets of Shot Callers Of better rounds of scoppin', he said Lue a-Town to Oakland n***as 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 trapin' 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 for 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 for 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 n***a for like y'all, they never goin' change that They slang goin' where I hang and my b**hes they whod-a-rest And we all drink du-duces of that 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 for shawty be servin' them Everytime my Chevy stop, the rims they still spin A-town for life ya'll 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 for 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 for 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 for 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 for 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 for sand I hustle baby No day I hustle baby No day Gotta hustle baby I won't get my crime around