gotta be thug

fabolous

uh huh

uh huh

fabolous

get it right

yeah

uh

uh

brooklyn

that won't stop

uh huh

dgs

where' ya'll at? guns up

get it right

yeah

what

uh huh

yeah

come on

uh

uh

dgs

jaleeta

uh huh

uh huh

what

yeah

uh

yeah

yo

fabolous strive for digits

even connives to get it

niggas can't tell me nothin' dun

the 5 is kitted

for dead presidents

any cat alive can get it

i walk around covered in ice like i survived a blizzard

got enough chips to bribe you wit' it

pay off security at clubs

get my guns and knives admitted

i'm the type that get tried and aquitted

if my vibes ain't wit' it

pull the four-five and spit it

got nigga runnin' to the precinct and describe who did it

come home

find the necks on their wives are slitted

i got niggas on my side committed

to leave you and the driver splitted

with your brain inside your fitted

fabolous

the only way to i.d. him

is in a five bm

puffin' sticky green 'till my eyes be slim

operate with more chips than ibm

fuck with me you'll make the news at five pm. motherfucker

if ya'll see me gettin' locked

it gotta be drugs

if ya'll see chrome on the truck

it gotta be dubs

if i'm givin' somethin' to haters

it gotta be slugs

if it's one thing it's gotta be

it's gotta be thug

no info

if i'm leakin'

it gotta be blood

if my earlobes is hangin'

it gotta be studs

if the bitch on her knees

it gotta be love

if it's one thing it's gotta be

it's gotta be thug

niggas don't wanna play around

they see how calm i do things

swarm in a blue range

armed with two flames

flex play my joints

drop bombs like hussien

catchin' cataracts

glance at the charm and new chain

i got coke in every part of brooknam that you name

niggas want it

when you wave firearms their views change

end up havin' to move they moms to ukraine

get adt alarms and new names

who else come in the club

under each arm is two dames

buyin' bottles of dom

with his loose change

niggas hate me now 'cuz i catch the eyes of dymes

flooded the hood

with tre's the size of dimes

ride through

windows low

rims pokin' off the wheels

i'm in the game

tryin' to get broken off with mils

shove the gun in your mouth

have you chokin' off the steel

niggas love the band

but the bitches open off the grill. i'm ready to address the haters

and underestimaters

hop in the truck

ride up on ya'll like escalators

hit ya'll chest up

leave ya'll hooked to respirators

bed ridden talkin' to investigators

now these ladies'll do anything

just to date us

'cuz we skate around on ice like escapaders

dressed in gators

in peace i'm restin' traitors

when police come for me

fly west to vegas

ridin' or dyin'

niggas know i'm ridin' with iron

smoke compartment in the dash that i'm hidin' the pie in

my pockets is fat

ya'll accounts is on slim fast

i'm twenty

with twenty's on a m-class

just gimme head

it won't sweat your hairdo out

we ain't tryin' to hear you out

we tryin' to air you out

make ya'll run to the stores

and clear clue out

'bout to put cameras in the truck

take the rear views out

what nigga.