"Thank You Shawn" lyrics
(TrashBaggBeats)
You ready for adlibs?
Alright, bet
40 Boy ENT, hey
Ayy, ayy, ayy
How many videos it take? It took 'bout three (Hoo)
I knew I was a star, somebody gon' pick up a G, ayy
Who had faith in me? Not the city, but the team, uh (On God)
Bro took out the standard, slapped a sixty, made a scene, ayy (No cap, ayy)
I do what I wanna do, I can't fuck with you, you fool (No)
If I make him duck and then he duck, well, that make you the goose (Let's go)
Twenty on my chain, double V, it's Gucci Cubans too (Yup)
Fuck it, I ain't got no opps, them niggas broke with attitudes (Let's go)
I slept in the cold, the heat was out, that's why they call me Mud (Ayy)
I come from the mud, the 208, Northside, where niggas thug (Grrt)
I come from a city niggas hate just 'cause you got a buzz (Facts, ayy)
This shit only gang, you from the outs, then we can't show you love (Let's go)
I post on the block with stupid Glocks with shots we can't describe
Gang died in a wreck, he didn't survive, so I don't need a ride (Nope)
CEO be on the road, we rich, so why he wanna slide? (No)
Took him out the hood, the hood still in him, I couldn't change his mind (Ayy, let's go)
Know how many videos it take? It took 'bout three (Facts)
I knew I was a star, somebody gon' pick up a G, hey (Facts)
Who had faith in me? Not the city, but the team, uh (On God)
Bro took out the standard, slapped a sixty, made a scene, yeah (No cap)
Stripped him for a 'bow, he tried to pluck, that shit ain't 'za, ayy (No)
Can't get out on feet, whip up close or flip the car, ayy
You know where I'm from, just like my sticks, big AR, ayy (Hey)
Big 870, I'm on the town, bitch, I ain't far, ayy, ayy (Ayy, let's go, let's go)
You know I'm not the type to type, we just pull up and settle shit
I can't fuck you outta turn, quit callin', when we schedule this?
Gang come through, we fresh as fuck, the 40 Boys like peppermints
Can't fuck with niggas, celibate, hoes be on that petty shit (On God, on gang)
We gon' beef forever, ain't no truce, I don't settle shit (Big 40)
Shawn picked up a 40 Boy, the biggest out West Memphis, bitch (Hey)
G 35 with coolant kits with drums the size of Texas shit (No cap)
On the block with purple-flag gang, on that Bezzal shit, hey (Long live Bezzal)
You ready for adlibs?
Alright, bet
40 Boy ENT, hey
Ayy, ayy, ayy
How many videos it take? It took 'bout three (Hoo)
I knew I was a star, somebody gon' pick up a G, ayy
Who had faith in me? Not the city, but the team, uh (On God)
Bro took out the standard, slapped a sixty, made a scene, ayy (No cap, ayy)
I do what I wanna do, I can't fuck with you, you fool (No)
If I make him duck and then he duck, well, that make you the goose (Let's go)
Twenty on my chain, double V, it's Gucci Cubans too (Yup)
Fuck it, I ain't got no opps, them niggas broke with attitudes (Let's go)
I slept in the cold, the heat was out, that's why they call me Mud (Ayy)
I come from the mud, the 208, Northside, where niggas thug (Grrt)
I come from a city niggas hate just 'cause you got a buzz (Facts, ayy)
This shit only gang, you from the outs, then we can't show you love (Let's go)
I post on the block with stupid Glocks with shots we can't describe
Gang died in a wreck, he didn't survive, so I don't need a ride (Nope)
CEO be on the road, we rich, so why he wanna slide? (No)
Took him out the hood, the hood still in him, I couldn't change his mind (Ayy, let's go)
Know how many videos it take? It took 'bout three (Facts)
I knew I was a star, somebody gon' pick up a G, hey (Facts)
Who had faith in me? Not the city, but the team, uh (On God)
Bro took out the standard, slapped a sixty, made a scene, yeah (No cap)
Stripped him for a 'bow, he tried to pluck, that shit ain't 'za, ayy (No)
Can't get out on feet, whip up close or flip the car, ayy
You know where I'm from, just like my sticks, big AR, ayy (Hey)
Big 870, I'm on the town, bitch, I ain't far, ayy, ayy (Ayy, let's go, let's go)
You know I'm not the type to type, we just pull up and settle shit
I can't fuck you outta turn, quit callin', when we schedule this?
Gang come through, we fresh as fuck, the 40 Boys like peppermints
Can't fuck with niggas, celibate, hoes be on that petty shit (On God, on gang)
We gon' beef forever, ain't no truce, I don't settle shit (Big 40)
Shawn picked up a 40 Boy, the biggest out West Memphis, bitch (Hey)
G 35 with coolant kits with drums the size of Texas shit (No cap)
On the block with purple-flag gang, on that Bezzal shit, hey (Long live Bezzal)
