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 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 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