Kevin Gates - Hustle All Day lyrics

[Hook: Flow, (Kevin Gates) & (Gudda Gudda)] Hustle all day and do the same thing tomorrow I'm riding through New Orleans, but I'm headed to BR Standing in the kitchen cooking 4 2 and the quarters Cell phone ringing, gotta take another order Get straight to the paper, get straight to the paper Get straight to the paper, gotta get straight to the paper Legend in my section, everybody know I'm balling Try to brag about it, but money keep calling [Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] Riding in my whip, throwing e's out the window If a n***a talking stupid, then I squeeze out the window I'm a motherf**ing rider, Glock 40 serve me I let them dubs fly cheap, I'm a bird dealer If you got paper, why you standing on the curve n***a Treal boss sh**, youngest moving on my word n***a Slick talking get you punched in your dimples Or he gonna learn the day when he get that pop to his temple Gudda is the name, la t big dog, the gun throwing bullets like pa**es Get picked off Grinding is the motto, bad b**hes follow But we hustle all day and we do the same thing tomorrow [Hook: Flow, (Kevin Gates) & ( Gudda Gudda)] [Verse 2: Kevin Gates] Work, free lane motorolas is prepaid Go hard in the paint, dishing the rock out like im d-Wayde Messages getting relayed, everyday like a replay Dice shooter gather round the table, I don't see lames Food stamp card on the dresser, it's for Vanessa I just hold it for the smokers who wanna stone off a credit Trap method of preference, crack sellings a fetish Thanking God for my wrist, my packs stretchin for extra Extra we talking everything, taking extra precaution Pray for faith when I'm walking, the law on the walkies-talkies Consequences forget me, call the card for the lawyer Hustle all day, do the same thing tomorrow [Hook: Flow, (Kevin Gates) & ( Gudda Gudda)] [Verse 3: Flow] Mister dope flow, every verse a quarter key Yeah I pop a zam, bought it, pa** the blunt a Mally G My baby mama out the 3, I will make a slice you hold And tell your boyfriend come get a verse while the price is low b**h, I be on that real sh**, my gun the size of a skateboard Make you heelflip, mister underscore, brazy flow hoes violent I rap about d** cause I be higher than the Ollie Gudda pop the molly, I'm sipping with luca brasi A 8 in the toop, that n***a be wailing Phone call, I do this for my bloods my n***a Loyalty amongst thieves, I love them n***as, pause [Hook: Flow, (Kevin Gates) & ( Gudda Gudda)]