911

It time. Lock in. [Chorus] Go hoodlums, go thugs All my street niggas, Movin' them drugs. Go strip bitch, make a nigga rich I know the ready ain't really goin' like this But Go hoodlums, go thugs All my street niggas, Movin them drugs. Go strip bitch, make a nigga rich I know the ready ain't really goin' like this But I see everybody talking bout what crisp they drinking But no body really saying what a thug be thinking. See they bitches don't know you Till you come with the Lincoln. Or the Porsche eyes lift up like the car was winking. Real niggas on the block Wit big dimes in his sock You bet somewhere is a glock Post it up