YoungBlood​Z, Killer Mike - Hustle lyrics

Yeah, Youngbloodz, Killer Mike, Track boys
Y'all ain't ready for this shit
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 hit's, 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
'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 bitches of bazballers and
Secrets of Shot Callers
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
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 nigga for 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 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