911 - Panic

It time.

Lock in.

Go hoodlums, go thugs

All my street niggas,

Movin' them drugs.

Go strip bitch, make a nigga rich

I know the ready ain’t really goin' like this

But

Go hoodlums, go thugs

All my street niggas,

Movin them drugs.

Go strip bitch, make a nigga rich

I know the ready ain’t really goin' like this

But

I see everybody talking bout what crisp they drinking

But no body really saying what a thug be thinking.

See they bitches don’t know you

Till you come with the Lincoln.

Or the Porsche eyes lift up like the car was winking.

Real niggas on the block

Wit big dimes in his sock

You bet somewhere is a glock

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