intro:
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 aint really gon 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 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 bitches dont know you
till you come with the lincoln.
or the porsce 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
