Yea, youngbloodz, kill the mic, track boys
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Yall ain't ready for this shit,
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Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
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Ok we back and bumpin, youngbloodz that's us fo sho
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From left to right we rockin and kickin down every door
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Watch out now get 'em shawty, oh that's them U-way boys
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We set it off don't get twist it still out makin noise
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Big pistol that's my word, ice cold is so superb
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3 hits 4 shots I'm on it, runnin you up off the curb
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So bring your A-game, we bringin hella pain
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You disrespect my sip ill pop your back like pootytank
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So if your ready run it, we got that shit that will
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I'm from atlanta steady bouncin blowin off the grill
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Cuz in the trunk its bumpin, we goin all night long
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So grab a cup cuz ain't no way in hell you goin home
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[Chorus]
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I wont get my crime around
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I hustle baby
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I stay down every time no day
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I hustle baby
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From the track or the trap fo sand
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I hustle baby
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No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby
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I wont get my crime around
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I hustle baby
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I stay down every time no day
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I hustle baby
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From the track or the trap fo sand
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I hustle baby
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No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby
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I'm a crime time hustler man, I tried to tell 'em
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My crew cuz its the ex-convict, convicted fellon
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Banana clips bazmellons of all these stitches tellin
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The bitches of bazballers and secrets of shotcallers
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Of better rounds of scoppin he said lue a-town to oakland
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Niggas prayin and hopin, they don't get caught with dope and
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Out a catin and a crippin in chicago they folkin
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Down south we got 36 oles trapin and focus
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This is no hocus pocus, play the game like locus
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Playas vibe up and whittin I'm the third cosmosis
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[Chorus]
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My pimpin is old school, and they chevy with bleak shoes
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Tip tops and flip flops, adidas and suede pumas
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Who nigga fo like yall they never goin change that
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They slang goin where I hang and my bitches they whod-a-rest
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And we all drink du-duces of dat go for 5
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We'll put that hot heat like between your eyes
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And I keep it under the seat in the summer they sweatin me
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Comin down your street with beat sittin on some chesly feet
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Outta town in that's gold rims, fo shawty be servin dem
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Everytime my chevy stop my rims they still spin
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A-town for life yall we never goin change that
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Still roll with them dope boys on the bow with them J's at
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[Chorus]
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[repeat chorus till end]
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Hustle
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Youngbloodz |