Lyrics

Yeah (TWT, you know how it is) This shit off the top, man (Marko Lenz mixed this bounce) Like every other track, yeah Mhm, girl, don't cry Pistol with me, scheming Love my life, yeah I said, "Thugs don't cry" She said, "Thugs still cry" We fillin' up them glizzies, time to ride Love my life, man, so fire Henny be on ice You ain't spin your opps, you wouldn't even think about it They hella wrong, I ain't even care about it Don't speak up on it, just creep up on 'em, yeah This beef, I warned you, better keep it, homie Slime, I'm aiming for your neck Got a extendo on me Grindin', work hard for a check Bet your life like homie Make 'em bleed for brodie Boy changed, I see you movin' rowdy Had a green light, boy, I see you wasn't for me I kick your door for money Bro, once you switch, I'm slime, I'm slatt, I wipe 'em down Yeah, better watch out, I ain't friendly Should've listened, Ma', she told me, they ain't for me Yeah, back then was lonely I guess it's my time, I got a Rollie Mhm, girl, don't cry Pistol with me, scheming Love my life, yeah I said, "Thugs don't cry" She said, "Thugs still cry" We fillin' up them glizzies, time to ride Love my life, man, so fire Henny be on ice You ain't spin your opps, you wouldn't even think about it They hella wrong, I ain't even care about it Ayy, thugs don't cry Bulletproof on all my whips, I can't die And them shooters I be with, willing to die I can't lie, I can't lie, yeah Fuck around, cut your hand, you disrespect the brand, ayy Ayy, n— be diss, but hide and fuck around, kill your mans Ayy, blood in his eyes, he got bleached, he took a bloodbath They killed my brother, it lost my soul, it took my other half I told myself, I'm done with Perkies, fuck around, took a half Too many opps up in my city, I ain't know I never had Put a .30 in that FN, I do him bad N— screaming, "Free smoke", but it don't never last I fuck around and tax Girl, don't cry Pistol with me, scheming Love my life, yeah I said, "Thugs don't cry" She said, "Thugs still cry" We fillin' up them glizzies, time to ride Love my life, man, so fire Henny be on ice You ain't spin your opps, you wouldn't even think about it They hella wrong, I ain't even care about it The number 17 means to me, everything I love it, I live for it 17 to the death of me 17 for my n— 17 for all the dawgs, 17 to 10, to 40 17 Cane Grassway, n— Jane & Finch life, we live this, South Jane Southside shit
Writer(s): Mark Nikolaev, Tafari Minott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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