Thug Poetry

Thug Poetry
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...safety
Poppin' all these Perc-ies, hope the lord don't take me
Everybody gonna die, so a ni*** gotta face it
Hop out of that coupe with that Draco and it's a man down
Put one up in his head leave him dead, make him lay down
Couple D's on this Choppa, yeah you know that we tote a hundred rounds
Suppressor on the barrel, when I shoot It won't make a sound
Bitch, I fell in love with killin', man that shit it make me happy
My niggas that be wit' it, they ain't growin' wit' a daddy
Bitch I'm robbin' the plug, if that ni*** try to tax me
If I ain't got, then my ni*** got it, I ain't lacking
I was sittin' up in juvenile askin' when I'm getting out
Trappin' at my mama house, [?] comin' in and out
Used to getting kicked out, had to sleep on Trey couch
Now I got a mansion, the size of the white house
Four shots, five shots, six shots, ooh
Screamin' f*** my teacher cause I dropped out of school
Remember askin' mama to just buy me some shoes
I was just hittin' licks...