Youngbloodz
Hustle
Yea, youngbloodz, kill the mic, track boysWhy'all ain't ready for this shit,Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yeaOK we back and bumping, youngbloodz that's us for sureFrom left to right we rocking and kicking down every doorWatch out now get 'em shawty, oh that's them you-way boysWe set it off don't get twist it still out making noiseBig pistol that's my word, ice cold is so superb3 hits 4 shots I'm on it, running you up off the curbSo bring your A-game, we bringing hella painYou disrespect my sip ill pop your back like pootytankSo if your ready run it, we got that shit that willI'm from Atlanta steady bouncing blowing off the grillCause in the trunk its bumping, we going all night longSo grab a cup 'cause ain't no way in hell you goin home[Chorus]I won't get my crime aroundI hustle babyI stay down every time no dayI hustle babyFrom the track or the trap fo sand I hustle babyNo day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby I won't get my crime aroundLetras de cancionesI hustle babyI stay down every time no dayI hustle babyFrom the track or the trap for sand I hustle babyNo day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby I'm a crime time hustler man, I tried to tell 'emMy crew 'cause its the ex-convict, convicted fellonBanana clips bazmellons of all these stitches tellingThe bitches of bazballers and secrets of shotcallersOf better rounds of scopping he said lue a-town to OaklandNiggas praying and hoping, they don't get caught with dope and Out a catin' and a cripping in Chicago they folkingDown south we got 36 oles traping and focusThis is no hocus pocus, play the game like locusPlayers vibe up and whittin' I'm the third cosmoses[Chorus]My pimping is old school, and they Chevy with bleak shoesTip tops and flip flops, Adidas and suede pumas Who nigga fo like why'all they never going change thatThey slang goin where I hang and my bitches they who'd-a-rest And we all drink do-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 sweating meComing down your street with beat sitting on some chesly feetOutta town in that's gold rims, for shawty be serving themEverytime my Chevy stop my rims they still spinA-town for life why'all we never going change thatStill roll with them dope boys on the bow with them J's at[Chorus: Repeats]
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