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