Birdman, Neno Calvin - Ms. Gladys lyrics

Yaw from, From Ms Gladys
Yow, yaw from my dad (Ms Gladys)
Red rich Gang
Hell yeah hustle writing from Ms Gladys
(Hustle from Ms Gladys)
Yow, this the life yo
(Writing from my daddy)
G up or be up my nigga yeah

Gave the bitch this game loaf
Hundred G's each range ho
Pull up back with that change ho
Stunting just for that fame ho
This street life is for change ho
Play around and get fucked around
Brand new when we come around
Popping out with a hundred rounds
Put the suede on that alligator
Stunta island with that alligator
Old school in them new school
With that can of paint they can't fade us
Click klack cut your brains ho
Hundred G's for your name ho
Slanging move the whole thang ho
My stunting out your whole range ho
Rich gang

Hustle, hustle, hu hu hustle
Writing from Ms Gladys hustle, hu, hu
Down for my crown, writing from my daddy
Hustle, hu, hu my money and madness

Hustle, hustle, hu hu hustle
Writing from Ms Gladys hustle, hu, hu
Down for my crown, writing from my daddy
Yeah hustle, hu, hu, yeah
My money and madness real talk nigga
(Rich Gang)

16 with a million dollars 20 cars nigga
And 2 three tier drops
Just up town life nigga
You got to be balling if you
Out there and you wit it
I lost Ms Gladys nigga
And I ain't give a fuck about nothing
(Blaaaa) street life raised me
Blood game that paid me
Creating hit that made me
Big money that made me
Skwop loop who showed me
Hundred fifty that move me
Paradise on back streets
Moving thangs that hold beat
Nothing but that dope boy
Pure raw or that rock boy
Bitch trying to just ball nigga
My niggas kill just to ball nigga
If your name on that wall nigga
We pull up just for the call nigga
We pull up deep in that fog nigga
We pull up just to go dog a nigga (Blatt)

Hustle, hustle, hu hu hustle
Writing from Ms Gladys hustle, hu, hu
Down for my crown, writing from my daddy
Hustle, hu, hu my money and madness

Hustle, hustle, hu hu hustle
Writing from Ms Gladys hustle, hu, hu
Down for my crown, writing from my daddy
Hustle, hu, hu my money and madness

Went from that loyal to a private jet
Flying over body bags money on your head
I have you dead ain't no stopping that
Hustle like i'm on my last
Once before it's on my ass
Hustle till I get that bag
Murder make me feel ecstatic
Hustlers never show they have it
Learnt that from the stunner man hustle hard
Keep my faith in god once I left the porch
I jumped and ran into the dark
Breaking down that boy you either
Cut or serve it raw that's how we roll

Hustle, hustle, hu, hu hustle
Writing from Ms Gladys hustle, hu, hu
Down for my crown, writing from my daddy
Hustle, hu, hu my money and madness

You know this time i be up early like
I ain't even think mamma looking at me like
Somebody just serving it
Get my one's on you know
I know pops know cuz he doing it
And i'm doing what he doing
Ya understand me? I'm like come on, what you
Talking bout boy run it here i'm like
My mamma a gangsta
She was a blood before I was a blood
You heard?
I'm like big mamma you know you a fool
I'm outchea
Aye bri, love you, cuz you my mamma now