Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Throw It Up, artist - Twisted BlackDate of issue: 05.03.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Throw It Up |
| Uh-huh |
| I got four or five hustlers that I feed on my team |
| That I feed on my team, that I feed on my team |
| And never leave the crib without a pistol in lean |
| Without a pistol in lean, pistol in lean |
| I bet I hustle harder than you do in your dreams |
| Than you do in your dreams, nigga, do in your dreams |
| I’m a killer but right now, I’m murderin' ink |
| I’m murderin' ink, I’m murderin' ink |
| Now you can catch me on the brake of a 'Vette or a Beemer |
| With a fine ghetto bitch that look better than Trina |
| She a booster, sell pussy if I threaten to leave her |
| And I keep her cookied up like the bitch was a keeper |
| Either love or hate me, either way, your boy cool with it |
| Better ask somebody though 'cause I’m a fool with it |
| (Oh you’s a snitch, nigga?) Not me |
| Oh you say you boys got that work? |
| Well, let me cop three, that’s how we livin', |
| nigga |
| [Chorus: Twisted Black & |
| Yo Gotti |
| If you a hustlin' ass nigga, throw it up |
| If you a gangsta ass nigga, throw it up |
| If you’re both of these niggas, and you will squeeze triggers ( |
| Yeah, yeah |
| And you don’t bar niggas, throw it up ( |
| Knahmtalkin' 'bout? |
| If you a hustlin' ass nigga, throw it up ( |
| I’m from the nawf, dog |
| If you a gangsta ass nigga, throw it up ( |
| Ay, this yo boy, Gotti |
| If you’re both of these niggas, and you will squeeze triggers ( |
| You Knahmtalkin' 'bout? |
| And you don’t bar niggas, throw it up |
| Look, I’m a hustler, and I hustle hard, I’m talkin' seven figure home |
| Four car garage, I’m stuntin' hard |
| My chain worth that Mastera', if you ain’t know |
| That’s a hun’ed thousand dollar car, look this your boy Yo Gotti |
| Man, my grind tight, I seen my first thirty-six O’s |
| And got my mind right, bakin' soda, boilin' water |
| Fish scalin', too, one to the right, two to the left |
| I bet my shit won’t lose, and I ain’t lyin' |
| My ounces jumpin' thirty-five, I keep that ether potent |
| Jumpin' like the |
| Soul Train |
| line, we rob for rock and on the block |
| Servin' one at a time, we Glock for Glock and straight up |
| Pop until somebody die, I throw it up |
| I represent that nitty north, where we shoot dice and we serve work |
| Straight off the same porch, but I’m in Dallas |
| And I’m fuckin' 'round with Twisted Black, I know his situation |
| Plus I can relate to that, fuck them conspiracies |
| If you a hustlin' ass nigga, throw it up |
| If you a gangsta ass nigga, throw it up |
| If you’re both of these niggas, and you will squeeze triggers |
| And you don’t bar niggas, throw it up |
| If you a hustlin' ass nigga, throw it up |
| If you a gangsta ass nigga, throw it up |
| If you’re both of these niggas, and you will squeeze triggers |
| And you don’t bar niggas, throw it up |
| I gotta get this money, they ain’t gon' give you nothin' |
| Them two-sixes on the whip, yeah I did that hustlin' |
| No homie, they know the white ain’t touchin' |
| No lips on them nuts, but I lick up the blunts, yeah |
| I hustle hard, got a bag of them ones |
| So much sick from the smell, gotta eat up them Tums, look |
| I grind like RK, you know my pedigree |
| I talk that money greedy yes, them boys like butterbeans |
| Like Papi, what it do? |
| You know mami 'bout her B. I |
| Take P ad-lib and shit on these hoes |
| I’ve been on these roads, look, I got a hand on the stove |
| I’m Santa Clause in them streets and my dro’s full of heat |
| And it’s not from that Snapple, boy, that Moss’ll put you deep |
| Bust it all out the Magnum, break you virgin, make you bleed, haha |
| You know the name, you see 'em throwin' up that «C» |
| It’s Whyte House, fade to black, nigga, welcome to the trap |
| If you a hustlin' ass nigga, throw it up |
| If you a gangsta ass nigga, throw it up |
| If you’re both of these niggas, and you will squeeze triggers |
| And you don’t bar niggas, throw it up |
| If you a hustlin' ass nigga, throw it up |
| If you a gangsta ass nigga, throw it up |
| If you’re both of these niggas, and you will squeeze triggers |
| And you don’t bar niggas, throw it up |