[Chorus: 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 nigga talking stupid, then I squeeze out the window
I'm a motherfucking 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 nigga
Treal boss shit, youngest moving on my word nigga
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 passes
Get picked off
Grinding is the motto, bad bitches follow
But we hustle all day and we do the same thing tomorrow
[Chorus: 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
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 nigga talking stupid, then I squeeze out the window
I'm a motherfucking 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 nigga
Treal boss shit, youngest moving on my word nigga
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 passes
Get picked off
Grinding is the motto, bad bitches follow
But we hustle all day and we do the same thing tomorrow
[Chorus: 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
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