[Intro: DJ Foway]
These n*ggas got the streets f*cked up man
When you get the money, you get the power
When you get the power, you get the b*tches
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Foway
[Hook: Thugga Massina]
All my shooters shoot, if I were you I wouldn't touch that
All about the loot, if it ain't blue then I'm like f*ck that
Hop up out the coupe, you know them b*tches 'bout to rush that
She think that I'm cool, you know a n*gga 'bout to buss that
If I rap 'bout it then I live that
I might pull up where you live at
Show a young n*gga where the bag at
Know a young n*gga gotta have that
Used to stuff racks in a trash bag
I done got back in my rap bag
All you new n*ggas getting laughed at
Real n*ggas 'bout to take the trap back
[Verse 1: Thugga Massina]
Back in this b*tch with a vengeance
Studio full of syringes
Yeah n*gga this is that dope-
Ain't wearing no coats but we in the trenches
f*ck n*ggas back on the benches
Real n*ggas back in the game
Still ain't f*cking with 12-
No I ain't Miss Deb but I carry that flame
You know the name
Came up slanging that kushy
You ain't Salt-n-Pepa lil' n*gga don't push it
Shooters ain't Republican but they're behind the bushes
Racks like Pamela
You're a worker, can I speak to your manager?
Take me to the king, i'm the man like Tamela
f*ck the police like Ghost banging Angela
Streets like Thugga put a hit out
I was too busy putting hits out
n*gga quick to put a lil' b*tch out
Tap the teacup then shawty gotta Get Out!
God MC, please don't make me showboat
Foway's Eric B, n*gga I ain't no joke
Feeling like the cops came in through the back -
I had to swallow the crack 'cause you know my sh*t's dope
n*gga you don't want smoke, I'll have the heater bussing
Swiss cheesing like I took a picture of Alicia's husband
Young n*gga got bricks like a pizza oven
Broke up with my b*tch, should've never let me meet her cousin
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Drew Delton]
Money stretching like Dhalsim n*gga
In the Levi jeans, i'm robbin' n*ggas
With this work, i'm a doctor
Ain't talking food if I say you impostor
Taking down names like you're writing a roster
You're making statements, we're making deposits
Ash on a b*tch just like a rasta
I'm a king n*gga call me Selassie
I'm the duh duh man but I do not stutter
The only thing do is this clip that I'm clutching
You n*ggas be talking but ain't saying nothing
My n*ggas be hitting these licks just to function
What you know about selling food stamps with your tramp trapping like f*ck it?
Shortstopping on all the plays 'cause b*tch I f*cking hustle
Hit the swoosh on a lil b*tch like Nikes
And let the di*k turn her like Ike
Your b*tch call you and say Night Night
Your b*tch call me and say Pipe Pipe
You killing over pus*y then it's not right
Chopper burn a n*gga wig now he like Mike
Why all these rappers so light bright?
I know your type and your type fright
This sh*t mines n*gga so I'm hollering gimme
And you ain't gotta hit the playoffs just to see them semis
But I know when it's final, they don't wanna see me winning
But I stay clutch on these n*ggas like Kobe off the pivot
[Hook]