Intro:
It time. lock in.
Chorus:
Go Hoodlums, Go Thugs
All my street n***as,
Movin them d**.
Go strip b**h, make a n***a rich
I know the ready aint really gon like this
But
Go Hoodlums, Go Thugs
All my street n***as,
Movin them d**.
Go strip b**h, make a n***a rich
I know the ready aint really gon like this
But
1st verse:
I see everybody talking bout what crisp they drinking
But no body really saying what a thug be thinking.
See they b**hes dont know you
Till you come with the lincoln.
Or the porsce eyes lift up like the car was winking.
Real n***as on the block
Wit big dimes in his sock
You bet somewhere is a glock
Post it up