Yea, youngbloodz, kill the mic, track boys 
yall aint ready for this shit, 
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea 
 
ok we back and bumpin, youngbloodz thats us fo sho 
from left to right we rockin and kickin down every door 
watch out now get 'em shawty, oh thats them U-way boys 
we set it off dont get twist it still out makin noise 
big pistol thats my word, ice cold is so superb 
3 hits 4 shots im 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 
im from atlanta steady bouncin blowin off the grill 
cuz in the trunk its bumpin, we goin all night long 
so grab a cup cuz aint no way in hell you goin home 
 
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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  
 
im 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 dont 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 im the third cosmosis 
 
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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 thats 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 
 
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repeat chorus till end