| We’re not against rap, we’re not against rappers
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| But we are against those thugs
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| I got money to make, I got hoes to fuck
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| I got weed to smoke, I got bottles to bust
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| Yeah, I know tippa come for us
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| When you a nigga that don’t give a mothafuck
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| Yeah I come from the hood, yeah I used to move birds
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| Yeah I got me a slab and yeah I sip on that syrup
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| Yeah my last name thug, I make it rain in em clubs
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| And keep a bunch of bad bitches that stay ready to fuck
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| Keep new J’s on my toes, keep a Rollie that’s gold
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| Keep that Desert E on me just in case a nigga get bold
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| State smoking exotic, roll with some niggas that’s bout it
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| That’d chop up yo body, if anybody get bodied
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| Yeah nigga to try me or I do you myself
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| Pussy niggas like to sueing, call police for help
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| I get high everyday, I remember it myself
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| Its fucked up, its true, but this what thugs do
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| But this what thugs do
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| I got bitches to break, I got licks to hit
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| I got outta time connects on bricks and shit
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| I ain’t got time to chill, these bills comin' too quick
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| I’m tryna get some mo' meals I ain’t through getting rich
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| Got bitches tryna me, got haters tryna jack me
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| I got AK’s for days, making sure they don’t catch me
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| Feds at my crib, tryna see how I live
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| I just filed child support and I don’t know who they is
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| People asking for money like I ain’t work for the shit
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| Then they call a nigga selfish like they work for this shit
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| That’s why I roll solo, it be yo friends that get ya
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| Giving niggas the world, they still stop fucking with ya
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| Back when they get they own, they nowhere in the picture
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| Turned yo back and braat, them shells gon' hit ya
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| Its either kill or be killed, mane ain’t nothing new
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| Its fucked up and true
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| But this what thugs do
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| But its what thugs do |