"Ima Thug" lyrics
(Drum Dummie made the beat and I'm gon' kill it)
Ayy, look, look
You pull up spittin' out the window with that Glock, you must be stupid
Grab that chopper out the bushes, you won't make it, it get ruthless
I've been through a lot of shit but I can't let 'em see me sweat
Oh, that lil' nigga talkin' crazy? We gon' pull up, make a mess
Bitch, don't take that shit off, I'm tryna fuck you in your dress
Pull up four deep with my partners, go, go, go next
Everybody ran a train on your ho and I'm to blame
On the low, we got them things
I just hopped up off the plane
Fuck a Glock, we got them choppers, shoot this block up if you want to
In the club, I got a snub, but I ain't gon' use it, I'm gon' stomp you
And your ho just told me she wanna throw it but she don't want to
She love when I'm alone on the phone but I don't want to
So what you gon' do?
(Ayy, yeah, yeah)
I'm a thug (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
I'm a thug (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
I'm a thug (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
Look, they pull up spittin' out the window
Want a blitz and he say tenfold
I fuck with Visa, that's my kinfolk
He just spittin', you better get low
I'll stomp you out in these Timbos
I'm ballin', should take the rim home
Bitch, I want the whole pie, fuck a slice, ain't talkin' Kimbo
I'm a soul taker, heart breaker, pray the lord save 'em
And if you still wanna get your boy back, better pray your boy make it
It ain't no backin' down, no white flags, we can go to war, baby
Couldn't walk a mile in my shoes, I done ran some hard acres
Ayy, I'm a risk taker, bigger the risk, the bigger the reward
Make my lil' nigga blaze ya, or figure the risks or get your ass scored
This shit get too deep, a wink of the eye will get your ass tortured
In Atlanta high as fuck, I can't see, I'm singin', "Georgia"
They wanna quit this shit when it get deep, we take it farther
Caught a body, sixteen, I was a killer and a robber
We just open QP's and smoke on pressure out in Florida
Why would I stop now that I'm up? Bitch, you stupid, I'm goin' harder, yeah, yeah
(Ayy, yeah, yeah)
I'm a thug (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
I'm a thug (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
I'm a thug (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
(Ooh, yeah, yeah)
I'm a thug (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
I'm a thug (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
I'm a thug (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, look, look
You pull up spittin' out the window with that Glock, you must be stupid
Grab that chopper out the bushes, you won't make it, it get ruthless
I've been through a lot of shit but I can't let 'em see me sweat
Oh, that lil' nigga talkin' crazy? We gon' pull up, make a mess
Bitch, don't take that shit off, I'm tryna fuck you in your dress
Pull up four deep with my partners, go, go, go next
Everybody ran a train on your ho and I'm to blame
On the low, we got them things
I just hopped up off the plane
Fuck a Glock, we got them choppers, shoot this block up if you want to
In the club, I got a snub, but I ain't gon' use it, I'm gon' stomp you
And your ho just told me she wanna throw it but she don't want to
She love when I'm alone on the phone but I don't want to
So what you gon' do?
(Ayy, yeah, yeah)
I'm a thug (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
I'm a thug (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
I'm a thug (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
Look, they pull up spittin' out the window
Want a blitz and he say tenfold
I fuck with Visa, that's my kinfolk
He just spittin', you better get low
I'll stomp you out in these Timbos
I'm ballin', should take the rim home
Bitch, I want the whole pie, fuck a slice, ain't talkin' Kimbo
I'm a soul taker, heart breaker, pray the lord save 'em
And if you still wanna get your boy back, better pray your boy make it
It ain't no backin' down, no white flags, we can go to war, baby
Couldn't walk a mile in my shoes, I done ran some hard acres
Ayy, I'm a risk taker, bigger the risk, the bigger the reward
Make my lil' nigga blaze ya, or figure the risks or get your ass scored
This shit get too deep, a wink of the eye will get your ass tortured
In Atlanta high as fuck, I can't see, I'm singin', "Georgia"
They wanna quit this shit when it get deep, we take it farther
Caught a body, sixteen, I was a killer and a robber
We just open QP's and smoke on pressure out in Florida
Why would I stop now that I'm up? Bitch, you stupid, I'm goin' harder, yeah, yeah
(Ayy, yeah, yeah)
I'm a thug (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
I'm a thug (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
I'm a thug (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
(Ooh, yeah, yeah)
I'm a thug (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
I'm a thug (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
I'm a thug (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Leparis Dade, Drum Dummie
