Lyrics YoungBloodz

YoungBloodz

Hustle

Yea, youngbloodz, kill the mic, track boys

Yall ain't ready for this shit,

Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

Ok we back and bumpin, youngbloodz that's us fo 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 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 ill pop your back like pootytank

So if your 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 wont 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 wont 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 its the ex-convict, convicted fellon

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 trapin and focus

This is no hocus pocus, play the game like locus

Playas vibe up and whittin I'm the third cosmosis

My pimpin is old school, and they chevy with bleak shoes

Tip tops and flip flops, adidas and suede pumas

Who nigga fo like yall 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

Everytime my chevy stop my rims they still spin

A-town for life yall we never goin change that

Still roll with them dope boys on the bow with them J's at