Letras
“Empty Pockets breeds desperation, and let us to trying Foolish Stunts, that's why we started Robbing”
Yeah! Ha! First of all, ain't write this verse at all
Get out my top and rob em all Taught not to snatch a purse at all
Won't buy a verse at all That charge is disrespect, what you gon' do? Take all his jewels, watch how I charge him for his neck
Say, who is Thuglife? how that bastard got the club hot, and he ain't even drop a song
Before my lyrics heated up, I'm known for heating up blocks alone
Broad day get Active, the one they pay to clap em
Just a certified stamper, I'm the one who come and damp ya
Yeah, hold on, hold on, just wait one minute He on the stage, that bubble coat look like a Drac tucked in it He ain't even drop a song, but (Mo) just hit his phone
Spinning curbs to words of (Boosie) young nigga lit now Can't let him charge me shit now, I just did a verse with (Boosie) Who the fuck is THUGLIFE? The fucking priest verse Hit so hard They feel vibrations when I speak I know (T. Louis) didn't make his beat He get to make it first
He don't even say shit All the bitches still be flirting Man, what he doing that I ain't tell me What he doing that I can't Who the fuck is Thor like?
First of all, I ain't write this verse at all
Get out my top and rob him all Taught not to snatch a purse at all Won't buy a verse at all That charge is disrespect
What you gon' do? Take all his jewels, watch how I charge him for his neck Say, who is THUGLIFE? How that Bastard got the club hot? He ain't even dropped a song
Before my lyrics heated up, I'm known for Heating up Blocks I’m on
Broad Day get Active, the one they pay to clap
just a certified stamper I'm the one who come and damp ya, yeah