Avenue Thug lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm just an avenue thug
You wanna talk about drugs and guns bust
The first n*ggas you name it gotta be us
I put some weed in my Dutch, pour some yak in my cup
My first moves of the day sh*t I gotta re-up
Ain't no more being broke sh*t I gotta G up
Ain't no more sucker sh*t I gotta G up
sh*t as soon as I light this weed you better have my money
Or little n*gga you gon' have to see us
Man these n*ggas always trying to be us
Until sh*t got real, somebody die and they screaming free us
I made a quarter mil in these Adidas
Man I feel like Raf Simmons
I'm more used to crack pitching and misdemeanors
She taking sips from the royal p*nis and counting up math
sh*t not too bad, ey yo wе living decent
This n*ggas in their feelings talking down 'bout thе young lord
I'm really that boy (I'm that n*gga)
Yo these n*ggas reaching

[Bridge]
Yo f*ck these n*ggas man
You know
You know what Imma do
Imma keep getting that money n*gga
[Verse 2]
I'm still hustling, I'm still trying to make a mil
I still call up junkies to do my cable still
I'm still getting big money, I'm getting paper still
I'm still counting blue hundreds, I'm just a baby still
Yo you bout to get whoever tried to play me killed
Pull up with twin Glocks, we're moving like Navy seals
We was young n*ggas with crack like the '80s
Made at least two mil then started having babies
Clapped a couple of cats was raw with the 40
Ever since that f*cked up since a shorty
I came up [?]