Thug Talk

Original

-Ooh, Fab, kill that! -. . . Ghetto

Boy shit, nigga. Gaffle Boy shit, nigga. Money is not everything.

I'm on pres- I'm on prescription drugs. Bro get on pimpin', bringin' in the club.

I know this shit little, but it cost a dub.

You was lookin' out the window, but we walkin' up from the other side. A fentanyl pill is how my brother died.

Ain't nobody believed in me when my brother tried.

Paid for a feature with gang money just for us to ride. Like I hit the bitch raw, I bust inside.

Fuck the dope game, all the hustlers died, all the hustlers lied, all the hustlers fried.

He in jail for cocaine or a homicide. Seen too many people get smacked, bro, I'm traumatized.

I just took a bitch to the jungle on a llama ride.

She could be some fine shit, still not gon' try her.

But if she cut into me, shit, I'm not gon' lie, I'm still gon' hit her. Matter fact, I'm straight, Phil gon' hit her.

I don't wanna hear you niggas' songs, but Will gon' listen. That nigga younger than me, still gon' listen.

'Cause he havin' gaffle, he know what to do.

I showed him an M, and he showed me two. Where you get two million from? I should've rode with you.

Let me guess, you put your oil in a nigga and he stole from you. I can get a pint of drank every day,

I control the juice. I got some clean cocaine, put your nose to use.

Test this out for me, I need some dog shit, help me out, brother.

I'm rich as fuck, I did not stutter. I can tell what kind of drank the nigga drinkin' 'cause the pop color.

I turned the switch on, then the Glock stutter.

The Lamb' truck relish, it is not mustard. Shoot a nigga in his hot dog bun.

They hit him in his head and got dog good. When my lil' nigga died, shit was all fun.

So somebody pulled up on they block and shot all of 'em. It's only ten Act pints in the world, I got all of 'em.

He ain't know how to handle rock, I took the bar from him.

Don't compare me to no nigga in that city, I got twelve million.

If I tell a bitch I'm worth a hundred M, she might fall for it, 'cause I look like it.

I ran my shit up, now your big homie look trifling.

When you think about it, that nigga bought an ounce, we'll drink a bottle. I want some fine shit from Miami, she want pink molly.

I'ma stand on business 'til my feet rotten.

You was on the internet woofin', seen him, not a peep out him. Then get a peep out him, he ain't say shit.

Don't throw a shot at me, 'cause I love how them K's hit. I'ma pull up on your ass with a SK.

If a nigga touch me, somebody dyin' the next day or the same night. Got on a fed plane and

YoungBoy was on the same flight.

Hit her off a thirty, I ain't never nut, but she came twice. Hit the bitch four times one night, but I came twice.

Right now, I'm with my Latina bitch eatin' Asian rice.

Hit his ass with a Narcan, it'll save his life.