Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gotta Be Thug , by - Fabolous. Release date: 06.12.2009
Song language: English
Gotta Be Thug |
| Uh huh, Uh huh |
| Fabulous |
| Get it right |
| Uh, yeah |
| Uh, Brooklyn, it won’t stop |
| Uh huh |
| Get it right |
| Uh, yeah |
| Uh huh, c’mon |
| Fabolous strives for digits, even connives to get it |
| Niggas can’t tell me nothing dunn the five is kitted |
| From Dead Presidents, any cat alive can get it |
| I walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzard |
| Got enough chips to bribe you wit it |
| Pay off security at clubs, get my guns and nines admitted |
| I’m the type that get tried and acquitted |
| If my bombs ain’t wit it, blast you with a 4/5 and spit it |
| Y’all niggas run to the police and then describe who did it |
| Come home, findin necks homie wives is slitted |
| I got niggas on my side committed |
| You niggas drive or split it, with your brain inside your fitting |
| Fabulous, the only way to I D him, is in a 5 B M |
| Puffin sticky green til my eyes get slim |
| Operate with more chips than I B M |
| Fuck with me you make the news, at 5 P M, motherfucker |
| If y’all see me gettin locked, it gotta be drugs |
| If y’all see chrome on a truck, it gotta be dubs |
| If I’m givin somethin to haters, it gotta be slugs |
| If it’s one thing it gotta be, it gotta be thugs |
| No info, if I’m leaking, it gotta be blood |
| If my earlobes is hanging, it gotta be studs |
| If the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love |
| If it’s one thing it’s gotta be, it’s gotta be thugs |
| Niggas don’t wanna play around, they see how calm I do things |
| Swan in a blue Range, armed with two things |
| Flex pay my joints, drop bombs like Hussein |
| Catchin cataracts, glance at the charm and new chain |
| I got coke in every part of Brooknon a true name |
| Niggas want it when you wave a firearm, they views change |
| End up having to move they mom to Ukraine |
| Yeah ADT, alarms and new names |
| Who else comin to club, under each arm is two dames |
| Buying bottles of Dom, with his loose change |
| Niggas *Hate Me Now*, cuz I catch the eyes of dimes |
| Flooded the hood, with trays the size of dimes |
| Y’all do windows low, rims pokin off the wheels |
| I’m in the game, tryin to get broken off a mil |
| Shove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin off the steel |
| Niggas love to bam, but the bitches open off the grill |
| Yo I’m ready to address the haters, and underestimaters |
| Hop in the truck, ride up on y’all like escalators |
| Hit your chest up, leave y’all hooked to respirators |
| Bed ridden, talkin to investigators |
| Now these ladies’ll do anything, just to date us |
| Cuz we skate around on ice, like Escapaders |
| Dressed in gators, In Peace I’m Resting traitors |
| When police come for me, peel out west in Vegas |
| Riding or dying, niggas know I’m ridin wit iron |
| Smoke compartment in the dash that I’m hidin and eyein |
| My pockets is fat, y’all accounts is on Slim Fast |
| I’m 20, with 20s on the M Class |
| Just gimme head, it won’t switch your hairdo out |
| We ain’t tryin to hear you out, we tryin to air you out |
| Make y’all rush into stores, and clear Clue out |
| Bout to put cameras in the truck, take them rearviews out, what nigga |