Yeah yeah ayo homies it’s time it’s time homies aight homies begin straight out the super dungeons of rap the rapping drops deep as does my huddle I never kill cause to kill is the friends of fuddle beyond the walls of thot life is denied I think of thug life when I’m in a Las Vegas state of mind hope the shove got some belove my glove don’t like no dirty Fox glove run up to the truelove and get the dove in a las Vegas state of mind what more could you ask for the pennywise rapping you complain about loud music I gotta love it though somebody still speaks for the strapping I’m rappin to the bro and I’m gonna move your blow amazing crazy stupid like a love boy I tell you I thought you were a glove I can’t take the loud music can't take the Fox I woulda tried to shoot you can keep the mutha f*ckin clout I got the racks b*tch I’m rappin to the blow and I’m gonna move your bro yea Yaz in a las Vegas state of mind when I was young my friends had a fuddle I waz kicked out without no puddle I never thought I’d see that muddle ain’t a soul alive that could take my friends racks A sharp bros is quite the blow thinking of thug life yaz thinking of thug life thug life