[Intro]

You are now listening to the hottest

Producing in the hottest beats

Of (thug) madness

A G thuggin this bitch

Want some third shit

The thirsty three nigga

No [?] shit for forever

And we [?] shit for forever

Only for the real words

F*** [?] even dick

Could we still go eight nigga

Be good

[Verse 1]

They keep standing

I talk slow so you understand me

I want that new drop rose f*** [?] me

You two third [?] turn down

We [?] let shit down and the next time

No

Everyday smoking pals going down us

Such a lot you [?] my heart you damn out of town

Crown as king so you [?]

Look how much was told from us by the [?]

What? What are they?

Some bootleg [?] competitors

Even when you look ahead

I’m still a heavy yah

Bars. so High might be sittin’ on Mars

I’m in my garage planned pick the car

Nah nah

I ain’t the star

I’m the sun exhibitions

Tell you who to one night sleep in life

Like it done

My f*** on you baby mama for fun

Now she got a way the week before

She gave you son

Thug

I would talk about all the bitches

That I have had might that would still want me

But I’m [?] never foe with the bitch ass so big

She might depart down [?]

And she say we ain’t got time for this

Don’t look we ain’t got time for this

Johnny get my teeth ice so f*** [?]

I’m bringing the [?] today

For the blackout like a switchblade

If you try to play me bitch

I don’t get play

[?] six [?]

Can’t blame to [?] get pay

I just wanna live in the [?]

And cup of fresh maize

[?] a fans no this is not [?]

No yellow big role

If you had a [?] and got

Yellow like the [?]

Pulling up to the club

You’re like grade five wah

Weed that’s fresh

The looks [?]

Don’t get mad

It hurt when our faces [?]

She [?] she [?] want us

She got brand new car

But I put her ‘round of us

How would [?]

And I hold [?] front

Key muggin’ if you want

[?] really what you want

Shot out the dirt [?] Texas raise me

[?] Texas taste me

This basses [?]my babies

Call me do it if you pay me

Side my whippers look a space me

That’s probably why they hate me

You the homie wanna raise me

Unless [?] taste