Lyrics:
- if ain't rollin' with Mo Thug
We on top, now - a nigga like Boogy Nikke gon' always be here
I've been there, but differences is I kept it real
I
clientele but I will prevail
by sellin the broccoli dank instead of the crack cocaine
try not to steal narcotics
When these punk MC's and bitches be
the hustlas, come on
This is for the hustlas, oh
Oh, come on, come on
I make money like a motherfucker
It ain't no thang to me
Short Dog in
Gentleman but I'm still a thug
In a week I got you sprung
With one slip of my tongue
Come to your senses just see that I'm your blessing
Power couple we be
the cash app, then I got right I had to flip ice, I start to smoke spice
I was trippin' in my cell with a sharp knife I was in the deep water where
with them cardier frames
Gucci from head to toe and stunna my name
Make winter weather and that's my thang
I'm iced up nigga smoke pounds of dro
And I
when you fukn real
Cousin, love ain't in this thug religion
Give a shit bout what the fuck you feel
Won't get by if I ain't stackin figures
Give a fuck
Wuzzup mane? It's yo boy Dj Majestic
Finna put this shit down
Know what I'm sayin'? Thug Luv
Hard times, look over your peoples
'cause everybody
Spice hold the double m
I fuck around and go nuts and shoot up her and him
Cause it ain't no thang to let my dick hang
Gunshot bang, had to fuck him
{Project Pat of Killa Klan Kaze}
Its gangsta its gangsta
Weak niggas perpetrating
Thug roles broke
Willy punk hoes
Staring at the snug nose
Barrel I say
going to get bent
Why they sure call thugs mugging I see him right through the tent
He had the nerve enough to tap on my glass
But he ain't had enough
in here
Turn the lights on, turn the lights on
Turn the lights on, turn the lights on
Asshole by nature, tell them bitches remember
I'm a hunnid
(Uh, I'm sorry to Cardi, I'm sorry to Birdman, I'm sorry to Thug, but this is Easy Street nigga)
(Shonin Records, I got the best artists in
and Cristal guaranteed to get right
Like misdemeanors is a small thang
With DJ Quik in this b****, I let my balls hang
Runnin' through the street lights,
money but
You stuck on these fake bitches
I stay blunted and never frontеd and
I doubt if I do cause if I did then I'd get
Bеat up by fucking crew
A real
money but
You stuck on these fake bitches
I stay blunted and never frontеd and
I doubt if I do cause if I did then I'd get
Bеat up by fucking crew
A real
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face
I got too much money, too
nothing
Then I just be frontin', buggin'
All my homies and my family
I put that on mother vein
Play by the summers it's goin' to be insanity
It ain't easy,
thug that never seen it comin'
Yeah, Tupac Shakur
Nah bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout motherfuckin' Falco and shit
What? Falco?
Ooh, rock me Amadeus
Ooh,
thug that never seen it comin'
Yeah, Tupac Shakur
Nah bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout motherfuckin' Falco and shit
What? Falco?
Ooh, rock me Amadeus
Ooh,
it's to a bag I fuck around and catch the greyhound
From where the biggest gun activity is by a playground
Scenary nice but in the distance you hear K
I'm gon let you run the streets with your thugs
When Valentine's comes around, you know who's gettin your hugs
Fuck faces by fireplaces, Drink chases
been out the way since 09
Gotta get it by any means so either way I'm gon shine
On the Hood I don't Bang
But if you do
All love
Ain't no issue if you
to the E are
I see y'all flashing, diamond, dancing, shining, keep your head up
'Cause you'll get wet up, flashing diamonds, dancing, shining
But thugs like
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