[70th Street Carlos]
Out here thuggin'
When youout here thuggin’ (Bang bang)
It's consequences when you out here thuggin'
Bang, look, Glock, ooh, bang
[70th Street Carlos & 1TakeJay]
It’s consequences when you out here thuggin'
Nigga full of H, poppin' pills, out here druggin'
RIP to that lil' nigga that got killed for nothin'
You havin' fun, feelin' good, then all of the sudden
Brrah-bah-bah, RIP to that lil’ nigga that got killed for nothin’
Nigga won on the dice and he got killed for hustling
These niggas out here, they ain't right, I can smell them, they musty
Smile in your face and stab you in the back, they can’t be trusted
Want me now, but where you was when I was broke and dusty?
And I don't wanna fuck but baby, you can suck me
Gettin' head loaded, full of syrup, watching Chuckie
Up in the Rover with a big one, feelin' like Puffy
I don’t know how you be goin' but I be goin' duffy
If you play with one of mine, then it's no discussion
Yeah, nigga, I ain't lyin', in broad day, we bustin'
Big ass rod on my hip and it came from Russians
Yeah, that's that smoke, uh-huh
And we got that gas, when you hit that shit, you choke, look
What you laughin' at? Nigga, this is not a joke (Wait, hol' up)
Hit him with that bitch's body, gon' lock like he caught a score
[1TakeJay]
I go stupid, dumb, and retarded on your bitch ass
Gas a nigga up like I just farted on your bitch ass
Lonzo Ball, ball hard, bitch, I'm ballin' on your bitch ass
In the back of the club, feelin' on your bitch ass
If he sneak diss me, he gon' end up on a t-shirt
Whoop a nigga feet 'til his motherfuckin' feet hurt
Why your jewelry changing colors like it's motherfucking Easter?
You ain't in the streets, you a motherfucking Tweeter
Ridin' through your hood like I'm from that bitch
Keep playin' with me like my ex, I'ma dump that bitch
She ain't have no ass, so I had to front that bitch
But if she cheat on me, on gang, I'ma stomp that bitch
I like a ghetto big booty bitch from the East Side
Long weave, nails done, bitch, you might could be mine
Free Greedo, I'm a dancing ass nigga, watch me G Slide
She a project bitch but don't suck dick, she gets the peace sign
Ayy, deuces, bitch, that mean goodbye to all my haters
You big mad, you makin' noodles, bitch, I made The Fader
Bet a hundred, shoot a ten or four straight to the fader
But if I lose? Best believe I'm takin' out my anger
Walk up on a nigga like I'm Walker, Texas Ranger
Bang bang, do a hit, and now that's another banger
Didn't your mama tell your stupid ass don't walk up on no strangers?
Wet him up and leave his ass to dry like I'm a hanger
[ 1TakeJay]
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh, ooh
Wait, hol' up
We just turned this bitch up
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