"Thug Passion, Pt. 2" lyrics

Mmm (Ayy, Ralo, this it)
Mmm, mmm
Mmm
Mmm, mmm (Hallabanz)
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, uh

You know all I talk is cash talk
Let that Glock blast, then I blast off
Did a drill with my mask off
I know it's real 'cause her ass soft
I know I got these niggas mad, dog
And it's probably 'cause I'm past y'all
Or it's probably what I'm rollin' up
Another opp got passed off
I really need my cash, dog
She thick like Kash Doll
I was in route to the bag
She told me that she need me, why I cad off?
I think 'cause it's real love
She said she wanna be held by a real thug
And I know that your ass was a real scrub
I'ma singin' nigga, but I shoot shit

Yeah, yeah
Oh-whoa, whoa
Yeah

Uh, old-school, I ain't fuckin' with that new shit
Every time I'm in the city, I got two clips
For the first time in years, I ate Ruth Chris
And this drink taste sweet, it ain't too strong
I eat with my pole 'cause I'm too grown
Sometimes I wanna talk, I got two phones
Losing shit how I know that I'm too on
And a nigga straight out a movie
I been this way since you knew me
And you looking just like an actress
Oh, by the way, we get active
Nigga, I'm really a factor
If I want her, I can have her
I'm always gone, chasing dough
But I'm always there when it matter
Lately, my brain been so scattered
Lately, this drink been so accurate
Lately, this drink been so passionate

Mmm
Mmm, mmm
Mmm
Mmm, mmm
Yeah
Yeah, oh
Yeah
Yeah, oh