Thugga Talk

This that thugga talk
Don't tell me shit, nigga, fuck you sayin'?
Don't tell me not a motherfucking thing
Bitch i got money from it
Slatt, slatt

Ridin', no cappin',  bring some hoes with you
Prime-time in Atlanta, ridin’
With the sticks, oh
Bitches suckin' and fuckin', I won't kiss you
She know I don't love her, just wan’ hit you
I'm gone off a bean, I'm drinking on lean
Turnt up with my team, strapped on the scene
I'm gone off a bean, I'm drinking on lean
Turnt up with my team, strapped on the scene

Blatt ghost Rolls Royce, nigga I'm lurkin'
I catch 'em, I stretch 'em, he murk 'em
Jordan sign on the drum
You know I did that shit first
Bring her in the room and fuck her
Ben run off with her purse
I'm gone off a perc bitch
I hop in the whip do the dash in the Vert
(Vroom) kick that bitch out on the curb
I ain't got no worry’s
I'm strapped every time I swerve (Blatt)
I ain't never worried (No)
I'm sick of lil Nene
These bitches be geekin'
That’s every time that they see me
I told that bitch "Fuck her"
I don't wanna fuck her
Little hoe, I just wan’ you to eat me
No cap, not one bit, bitch, when
We do we go 100% percent, bet

Ridin', no cappin', bring some hoes with you
Prime-time in Atlanta, ridin’
With the sticks, oh
Bitches suckin' and fuckin', I won't kiss you
She know I don't love her, just wan’ hit you
I'm gone off a bean, I'm drinking on lean
Turnt up with my team, strapped on the scene
I'm gone off a bean, I'm drinking on lean
Turnt up with my team, strapped on the scene

Squad up on the scene, I fuck with cash shit
You fuck with the team? Ya
Ass get the Mac quick nBA it’s the boys
He run with the bad bitches
When it come to my city
He throwing them 50's and them 20's
A nigga hating on shit
A nigga keep a stick with him
Got slimes in the bitch with it
My bro gonna kill for you
I fuck around with the city
Baton Rouge in this bitch
Fuck around with me? I ain't lose any bit
I ain't going back for, for too long
They huntin’ on us, now I'm all the way up
We ain’t home, we ain’t, we know we straight
A star we ain't, they know we great
Plenty paper, bust a hater
Pop a top yo’ head play with us
We bustin' back and you won't know no names
Oh, for real? We ain't
Gettin' no jewelry taken
Oh, for real? We the ones doin' the takin'
That’s for real

Ridin', no cappin', bring some hoes with you
Prime-time in Atlanta, ridin’
With the sticks, oh
Bitches suckin' and fuckin', I won't kiss you
She know I don't love her, just wan’ hit you
I'm gone off a bean, I'm drinking on lean
Turnt up with my team, strapped on the scene
I'm gone off a bean, I'm drinking on lean
Turnt up with my team, strapped on the scene