Lyrics:
Ride with my team, the Thugline regime
Evil side regulated, smash, crash, tell me food stamp this game dig us?
Yeah, and tryin to be sneaky
Askin
the fifth,
Without givin' up no cocker food stamps.
I know they want it, but smokin' for free, I don't condone it.
Don't put your crusty lips on it if you
I'll buck you down and stare, whatever you're comin '
I gun em down like a chump bitch, and leave em neckless, front seat
Like a stamp, bitch, run up
Rolls Royce stamps
Niggas act hard all on the net, but when that gun blast you better run fast
Got my first check and like Spike Lee, I did the right
and act like you Lil' Boat
Secretly idolise me and walk the path that I blaze
When you can’t even stay on beat, come and leave in three days?
Bitch please,
that bitch to quit stallin' nigga
Take one trip and she fallin' nigga
Pussy, paper, and passports
With stamps, what more could I ask for
Middle finger
on a condo
Little bit of this and little bit of that and watch it grow.
(MISCELLANEOUS)
Screw this damn allowance.
Food stamps and vouchers
Man, I need a plan
hashtag, #BitchYouReallyBroke
Now all these bitches gotta book a nympho
Don't act, don't sing, don't model
You ain't gotta lie to kick it
Nah you ain't
And get your very own address
Mailbox, envelopes
Packing tape and stamps
And it starts to feel a little more like home
When you see that familiar uniform
black
These are some Rockstar racks'
Quit with the Rockstar acts
Slitt' slitt' slitt'
Got a new choppa' got a new muzzle
Fit with the beats' just like
White be my tee
Yeah I stay way too clean
So it's white like my teeth
Don't play dumb
Buy buy, bye-bye and release
Don't act up
Lie lie lie and be free
Ayo, automatic, systematic, me and my nigga at it
Last go round for the pound, get your Instamatics
With all the pictures added, we put our stamp on it
gimme motherfuckers, take more of Vinnie motherfuckers
Never giving back, don't know how to act, just a bunch of shitty motherfuckers
Gradually night
to the fact
Yo I gain self-esteem by esteemable acts
Back wit the axe and slice tracks in half
Slice you down to particles
Yo shorty get the mask
Feel the bass
children
On food stamps trained to fuck you up
Like a terrorist bootcamp
I'm here to celebrate the rebirth of an age
And start to BDP motherfuckers
Right off
sack
Baby a R.O.D.
Good sex, I'ma eat it, beat it, treat it, food stamps, I'ma E-B-T
Dropped out, but she know that my racks big, she the type to make
food stamps
Money ain't happiness, y'all some fools
Your baby's brown eyes in some diamonds and jewels
[Chorus (Baby Beesh & SPM):]
[Baby Beesh]
with sucka free
I just put some new rugs in my two story club
Hoes getting dug in my king size tub
Boys getting drugged, trying to act like a thug
No
needed smack his ass in a mall
And east side stamp his ass till he pass out
Excuse me, shawty, get the fuck out of my face
Before we get mad and shoot up
a hundred, err'body still runnin'
And we sittin' on the block
'cause the dope feigns rollin'
Videos, I ain't trynna be no rap
I ain't trynna be no act
I'm
thugs is bilingual
You see my shit speak Spanish
Disappearing acts make your whole team vanish
From coast to coast I got them things
Actin' like a hooligan
want to act a fool again and front the party goers
Hey a lot of niggas know us but that don't make us soft, I snatch
I don't rely
And nowadays fools don't know how to act
Cause we all wanna be Tony Montana
Matter of fact, gimme five we got dap, gimme twenty-five
We got a bird and profit
thugs is bilingual
You see my shit speak Spanish
Disappearing acts make your whole team vanish
From coast to coast I got them things
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