Lyrics
(CashMoneyAP)
(I ain't gotta ask, I know my momma proud of me)
(And my nigga we was thuggin', we was doin' robberies)
I ain't gotta ask, I know my momma proud of me
And my nigga we was thuggin', we was doin' robberies
You ain't gotta ask if it's on me, it's on the side
Every time that a young nigga ride
Hundred shots up out this choppa, let them glide
I can't let him slide, 'cause they fuck with my pride
I'm in the club with glizzy and my blicky
Tryin' not hurt somebody, ayy
'Cause I was stuck up in the storm when rain came
We don't care where it's at and we do it broad day
I let the opps run the city, tryna maintain
Goin' down the wrong road gave me road rage
I had to tell 'em we ain't goin' for nothin'
Don't know what the squad on
But rich nigga like the lotto, sippin' Muscato
I put a nigga on the news, I probably read about him
Her head super-duper fire, make her head throttle
He say "Tell me the meanin' of a thug
I rather be a gangsta, 'cause I can't show no love"
'Fore I do my dirt, I mask it on with a glove
If he get up in my way, then I'ma hit him with a slug , yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't gotta ask, I know my momma proud of me
And my nigga we was thuggin', we was doin' robberies
You ain't gotta ask if it's on me, it's on the side
Every time that a young nigga ride
Hundred shots up out this choppa, let them glide
I can't let him slide, 'cause they fuck with my pride
I'm in the club with glizzy and my blicky
Tryin' not hurt somebody (nah, nah, nah)
Ayy, got my glizzy and my blicky, tryin' not hurt somebody, no
NLE the top shotta, yeah
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
WRITERS
Bryson Lashun Potts, Alex Christian Jean Petit
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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