"Thirsty" lyrics
Dave East & Harry Fraud Lyrics
It feel like real nigga extinct ever since Stack was with Chinx (Rest up)
Hustlers had on minks and Mase was with Blinky Blink (Uh)
Going all out, hit him in his noggin, bet he fall out (Boom)
A couple homies play the door gon' make it hard to walk out
Moet sippers, guns at dinner, the chef with it
They collect pictures, show 'em in court, your next visit
No time soon, I'm the type to float 'round rooms (I float)
Stack March, April, and May just to go out in June (Yeah)
Mafia rules that taught me never show my move (Mafia)
Bitches staring in my face don't even know I'm rude (Huh?)
None of this yours, family only, wanted this war
Glock nina, one in the door plus one on the floor
I ain't in the game for nothin', dawg, I come in to score (Score)
Give me a cup, I can pour, let's try to double this raw
Let's double it
Ain't got no cut to it
This that pack on you on the bus music
Tryin' to figure out who you could trust music (I know)
Naked on the roof, about to jump, you off the dust music
Haters in the air, it's gettin' thick, the love cut through it
OG told me, "Measure every gram, don't never rush through it
Pay attention to them Nikes that you rock and just do it"
Mami got a pretty face, intelligent, her butt's stupid
Put on Keith Sweat greatest hits so we can fuck to it, uh
Four, fives, and sixes in my garage
Head crack, mami, no guarantees, chico the boss
Gotta keep a balance, man, ya know
Never get too excited with a win
Never get too disappointed with a loss
It'll all come back around if you stay down (Right back)
At least it should
The energy be so different in person
The plug don't like to talk on phone, so I go get it in person
On my way
Smoker caught the holy ghost
These are biblical verses
Hope that I'm forgiven when I perish
Sentenced for certain, you seen the omen
I'm a dark child
Tormented soul and my heart foul
High blood pressure in nigga, a lot of soul found (Salt)
The industry is weird, it don't matter who on the charts now
In the light it's hard to hide shit you do in the dark now
If ignorance is bliss, we gon' hit or miss (I'm hittin')
Nigga spinnin' like a disc, can you picture this?
Like, how you kiss her lips if she was kissing dick and not yours?
You know that type of shit'll get you sick
Nigga, we party like the '90s
Cool nigga but still I'm grimy (Grimy)
Juice bar, wheatgrass, tiger shot with the Bobby
It was Pooch and Naughty before it was Snoop and Gotti
And Bobby always got me, he know I do it for mommy, uh
Arabian money, I'd probably blow it in Saudi
Four O's got me back, I came through in the Audi
When Hood would pick me up for them white stone sessions
Learned a lot in jail, honestly, I ain't like those lessons
Bo Jackson Nike trainers on the night flow, stressin'
No action, it get dangerous, and this life so treacherous
Check my phone to see if shooters sendin' texts
But I ain't got no message
Niggas thirsty and they ain't got no beverage
Hustlers had on minks and Mase was with Blinky Blink (Uh)
Going all out, hit him in his noggin, bet he fall out (Boom)
A couple homies play the door gon' make it hard to walk out
Moet sippers, guns at dinner, the chef with it
They collect pictures, show 'em in court, your next visit
No time soon, I'm the type to float 'round rooms (I float)
Stack March, April, and May just to go out in June (Yeah)
Mafia rules that taught me never show my move (Mafia)
Bitches staring in my face don't even know I'm rude (Huh?)
None of this yours, family only, wanted this war
Glock nina, one in the door plus one on the floor
I ain't in the game for nothin', dawg, I come in to score (Score)
Give me a cup, I can pour, let's try to double this raw
Let's double it
Ain't got no cut to it
This that pack on you on the bus music
Tryin' to figure out who you could trust music (I know)
Naked on the roof, about to jump, you off the dust music
Haters in the air, it's gettin' thick, the love cut through it
OG told me, "Measure every gram, don't never rush through it
Pay attention to them Nikes that you rock and just do it"
Mami got a pretty face, intelligent, her butt's stupid
Put on Keith Sweat greatest hits so we can fuck to it, uh
Four, fives, and sixes in my garage
Head crack, mami, no guarantees, chico the boss
Gotta keep a balance, man, ya know
Never get too excited with a win
Never get too disappointed with a loss
It'll all come back around if you stay down (Right back)
At least it should
The energy be so different in person
The plug don't like to talk on phone, so I go get it in person
On my way
Smoker caught the holy ghost
These are biblical verses
Hope that I'm forgiven when I perish
Sentenced for certain, you seen the omen
I'm a dark child
Tormented soul and my heart foul
High blood pressure in nigga, a lot of soul found (Salt)
The industry is weird, it don't matter who on the charts now
In the light it's hard to hide shit you do in the dark now
If ignorance is bliss, we gon' hit or miss (I'm hittin')
Nigga spinnin' like a disc, can you picture this?
Like, how you kiss her lips if she was kissing dick and not yours?
You know that type of shit'll get you sick
Nigga, we party like the '90s
Cool nigga but still I'm grimy (Grimy)
Juice bar, wheatgrass, tiger shot with the Bobby
It was Pooch and Naughty before it was Snoop and Gotti
And Bobby always got me, he know I do it for mommy, uh
Arabian money, I'd probably blow it in Saudi
Four O's got me back, I came through in the Audi
When Hood would pick me up for them white stone sessions
Learned a lot in jail, honestly, I ain't like those lessons
Bo Jackson Nike trainers on the night flow, stressin'
No action, it get dangerous, and this life so treacherous
Check my phone to see if shooters sendin' texts
But I ain't got no message
Niggas thirsty and they ain't got no beverage
