Lyrics:
pull up in your ghetto
Giuseppe’s when I step out, posted up in stilettos
p-ssy so pink like my kitty saying hello
if I whistle, they’ll pistol whip you
ecstasy
We woke up
Somewhere by the sea
That's the buzzy in me
Come and fly with a P
Ooh, I'm a wolf you lookin' at, ayy
Lookin' like somethin'
Ladies and gentle-man!
You are now tuned into the very best!
A jazzy finzzale!
Product-shinzzale!
Young Dro!
Slim Thugga!
You don't see
know 'em
I pick my phone up, call up Shyne, "I need Young Thug back on my charm"
I pick my phone up, call them slimes
These pussy niggas, I can't
the streets
Ganging up with others
Who wanted to be thugs
Lucky for him
He wasn't one
Of the ones
Who got locked up
Young little delinquent
P.o visits frequent
of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for
a referee, bitch, I'm official - Whistle
Outsiders come around my section of the city
Body full of black ink, Hoss tatted by my titty
You can see that MB shit,
Don't be upset, when me and the homies jack ya
Cause we straight jackin, if I say it's on it's crackin
Young thugs, from Y.A., we make it happen
all you scary got-it-good young-ass bitches stay home
And if you get picked up by the laws
Don't cry cause it's for a lost cause
Clientele ounce
Teph or they a gonner (blah, blah)
That's what it sounds like when thugs cry
I see things, see wings, when the slugs fly
Low-life Lo-so, P-wing rug by
rich as hell, you can tell by my new fit, boy
Yeah, you fucked that bitch, but she still gon' eat my dick, boy
If I shed a tear, tell the bro to shoot
Flush, what's it all about?)
Iced down medallions
Cuban connection, flexin', willin', sippin' Don P. by the gallon, Queens stalion
(Royal Flush, no
Walk in the store we don't care what it cost
And this polo by Prada don't wear no Lacoste
My pockets on vegetarian, green
My diamonds white as an aryan,
busting it down, game up fucking it now
I could be a jeweler, neck like slick the ruler
You niggas is comedy, talking fast like Bone Thugs
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
They gave us
Drugs
cnd addictions
Created laws
Labeled our actions
Crimes
Before
Being judged
By the judge
We was labelled thugs
cnimals
...Little boy can't seem to find your place now
...All your funny friends, the ones who have shitty jobs
[El-P]
Sometime in NY, perhaps in
the magic I got the spell
I'm a Zack you a screech save by the bell ring ring
I'm a fly rich nigga full ah bling bling smell like money stinking
Young uptown
Got to make that call to get more work soon as my high be ending
Dont ask me shit i run my shit young nigga im lieutenant
Earned my respect I match my
know how I thug out in the p’s where they dumb out
Fresh timbs with the Cardi B face the tongue out
The way I dress keep me like the last name of Dougie
You know
I never did understand why they always told me to smile
Shit
It ain't too much shit I gave a smile for
Real talk
Yo still a asshole by
You know
I never did understand why they always told me to smile
Shit
It ain't too much shit I gave a smile for
Real talk
Yo still a asshole by
of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for
wings when the slugs fly
Low life loso P Wayne rugby low to them young niggas that know already
I go back like recline, no need to rewind , I still run
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