Lyrics:
Draggin' bags from Eric Store I be walkin' through the mall
I ain't cryin' bout no pape, don't we get it, just to fuck it all
Ain't no reason niggas broke,
don't get caught sleepin'
We be 2 deep creepin'
In a Caprice sittin' up on D's with his music beatin'
Got us a trunk full of them Ki's, we gon' cook this
I'm a killer by the way a nigga bleed
Forever TRU I'm gone roll to your motherfuckin' city
If I come to a show I've got a hundred thugs with me
with her friends, with her clique
So sexy, thought she was all that
She wouldn't even look at us because we wore the black hat
She was a stuck-up bitch
fuck us
Built off the sweat and precision
Control every action by pressing the issues among us
We came from nothin
Yea we can from nothin
Southern
heavily guarded by hollow-tip slug
Then crack down on wannabe thugs
Adapt to gat sound and bow down
Slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
Articulate,
[background]
Fuck you, fuck you, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccck yooooooooou
(repeats throughout the song)
By this time I see y'all I say
you
Fuck with me I'm a thug
You already know how we come I'm
In the hood where the drugs, and the slugs
Nigga already know just how we gone come
You pay
Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey
I don't fuck with you
resistance
Fuck you up throw you out whatever's necessary
That's cause I know they making shit up
Liars I know they be hating I know they be hating on us
I
'em (and)
Pop 'em make the ratchet pop-pop
Pop-pop-pop-pop
I make that ratchet pop-pop
Think you niggas can fuck with my clique I say "Oh no no"
- freaky women!
PICK UP - ghetto women!
PICK UP - classy women!
Gilla House in this bitch and we - GET 'EM!
Y'all know y'all can't fuck with us! GET
is us
[Chorus]
You know that I do, the best that I can
But you don't seem to love me no more, no more
I try to please you, and be your man
But
don't give a fuck, nigga, I'm livin' to die
Who on this track fuckin' with me? Y'all is willin' to try
Chyna Whyte a thug bitch with no feelings inside,
to finger your girl
Middle finger's the one I'm sticking
Up to the world fuck the other side
Fuck your music
I don't wanna show no interest
From now on, I'm
with fervor
Virus
Pirates
This is a movement you can't pirate
Tell me if you like it
Please don't unlike it
It's unlikely that you won't type it right?
where the drugs is
And we don't remember us in the club with a fuck bitch
But I guess I hit a plug in the back for a plug brick
Now I'm sayin' that I love
kill his kids
If he ever made a fuckin' sound
Went to work the next day with a smile
Toss some boxes like up and happen
I don't give a fuck, I'm out
don't give a fuck, nigga, I'm livin' to die
Who on this track fuckin' with me? Y'all is willin' to try
Chyna Whyte a thug bitch with no feelings inside,
roll another spliff skunk shit
Fuck my reputation smoke in public for the fuck of it
If they don’t fucks with this like Major's clique tell em suck
they all told us not to panic (don't panic)
But damn you got coronavirus
And my wrist got coronavirus
And her clique got coronavirus
And that bitch
Private jets, baguettes, only fuck with ballers
All this, half a mill, first week of August
I ain't even doin' shows, I'm just workin' on the album
Forty
it lil nigga then die by the gun
See whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
So how the fuck you gon win lil nigga when I already won
on the street got something to say
Until they get sprayed in the face with a gay like Mase
I don't hate the fagged let's get dashed and crunk
I was lifted by
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