Aye 1900 ****

Aye R.I.P. Stevo

Before i go any forward you know what im sayin'

Danny get off the field

Let me say that, yeah

R.I.P. G-Face **** P Tray

Moneyphone

Aye we getting money around this motherfucker man

Know what im sayin'

A **** been getting to that bag boy

Im a bad boy

Shout out tuda man what up man

I'm just a thug **** grew up with drug dealers (Yeah)

We play cordial but we don't love **** (Nah)

Beat **** up and we done drugged **** (Huh)

You landed in the wrong cell we about to run **** (We about to run you ****)

You know i came from action big stick no lackin' (Yeah)

Broke ass **** you the reason why im laughin' (Broke ass)

Lil bro just went and got a Mazi of off passing (Gone)

He dont go no wells but in traffic still sagging (Still sagging)

I do what I want my bitch know i'm ratchet

Bitch give the pussy up for free then you can have it

Im bout to run it goto Texas get a mansion

Gon' ask about us they gon' tell you that we crackin'

This ain't bout no money bitch I do this shit for passion

You ain't never lived it tell them people that you rappin'

**** say my name and I pull up like who askin'

Lil bro got the perks but that lil **** taxin'

You wearing fake designer what's the point in wearing fashion

In the eighth grade strapped ask my baby momma Jasmine

Moneyphone did the beat he got it slapping

This hoe disappear i'm asking like what happened

Let me know something big blunts **** blow something

But when them people come around we don't know nothing

Get up off my phone talking about you wanna hold something

Im in Portland I be road running **** road running

I'm just a thug **** grew up with drug dealers (Yeah)

We play cordial but we don't love **** (Nah)

Beat **** up and we done drugged **** (Huh)

You landed in the wrong cell we about to run **** (We about to run you ****)

You know i came from action big stick no lackin' (Yeah)

Broke ass **** you the reason why im laughin' (Broke ass)

Lil bro just went and got a Mazi of off passing (Gone)

He dont go no wells but in traffic still sagging (Still sagging)

We gone get this money do that shit by any means

Can't be bigger than the gang can't be bigger than the team

Droppin' fours scratchin' on my arms like a dope fiend

I see you with that cup I know you don't pour lean

I'm a stepper steppin in my Dolce lemmon peppers

Lock me up paint a picture sayin' i'm the aggressor

You was acting weird couldn't even get a letter

Bitch fuck you and that's all I wanna tell her

Pink tens you and your friend lets link in

Lost my homie then I fell in the deep end

Poppin' bottles you know where we at every weekend

She don't cheat on her husband now I got her creepin'

Aye Look man we above the law man

We ain't trippin off the police, D.A., judge none of that

We slide through the city beatin **** on Forgis ****

Running through red lights Stupid

I'm just a thug **** grew up with drug dealers (Yeah)

We play cordial but we don't love **** (Nah)

Beat **** up and we done drugged **** (Huh)

You landed in the wrong cell we about to run **** (We about to run you ****)

You know i came from action big stick no lackin' (Yeah)

Broke ass **** you the reason why im laughin' (Broke ass)

Lil bro just went and got a Mazi of off passing (Gone)

He dont go no wells but in traffic still sagging (Still sagging)