Yea, youngbloodz, kill the mic, track boys 
Yall ain't ready for this shit, 
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea 
Ok we back and bumpin, youngbloodz that's us fo 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 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 ill pop your back like pootytank 
So if your ready run it, we got that shit that will 
I'm from atlanta steady bouncin blowin off the grill 
Cuz in the trunk its bumpin, we goin all night long 
So grab a cup cuz ain't no way in hell you goin home [Chorus] 
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 
I'm 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 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 [Chorus] 
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 that's 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 [Chorus] [repeat chorus till end]