RIP (Remix) 70th Street Carlos (Ft. 1TakeJay)
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[Intro: 70th Street Carlos]
Out here thuggin'
When youout here thuggin’ (Bang bang)
It's consequences when you out here thuggin'
Bang, look, Glock, ooh, bang
[Verse 1: 70th Street Carlos & 1TakeJay]
It’s consequences when you out here thuggin'
Nigga full of H, poppin' pills, out here druggin'
RIP to that lil' nigga that got killed for nothin'
You havin' fun, feelin' good, then all of the sudden
Brrah-bah-bah, RIP to that lil’ nigga that got killed for nothin’
Nigga won on the dice and he got killed for hustling
These niggas out here, they ain't right, I can smell them, they musty
Smile in your face and stab you in the back, they can’t be trusted
Want me now, but where you was when I was broke and dusty?
And I don't wanna fuck but baby, you can suck me
Gettin' head loaded, full of syrup, watching Chuckie
Up in the Rover with a big one, feelin' like Puffy
I don’t know how you be goin' but I be goin' duffy
If you play with one of mine, then it's no discussion
Yeah, nigga, I ain't lyin', in broad day, we bustin'
Big ass rod on my hip and it came from Russians
Yeah, that's that smoke, uh-huh
And we got that gas, when you hit that shit, you choke, look
What you laughin' at? Nigga, this is not a joke (Wait, hol' up)
Hit him with that bitch's body, gon' lock like he caught a score
Out here thuggin'
When youout here thuggin’ (Bang bang)
It's consequences when you out here thuggin'
Bang, look, Glock, ooh, bang
[Verse 1: 70th Street Carlos & 1TakeJay]
It’s consequences when you out here thuggin'
Nigga full of H, poppin' pills, out here druggin'
RIP to that lil' nigga that got killed for nothin'
You havin' fun, feelin' good, then all of the sudden
Brrah-bah-bah, RIP to that lil’ nigga that got killed for nothin’
Nigga won on the dice and he got killed for hustling
These niggas out here, they ain't right, I can smell them, they musty
Smile in your face and stab you in the back, they can’t be trusted
Want me now, but where you was when I was broke and dusty?
And I don't wanna fuck but baby, you can suck me
Gettin' head loaded, full of syrup, watching Chuckie
Up in the Rover with a big one, feelin' like Puffy
I don’t know how you be goin' but I be goin' duffy
If you play with one of mine, then it's no discussion
Yeah, nigga, I ain't lyin', in broad day, we bustin'
Big ass rod on my hip and it came from Russians
Yeah, that's that smoke, uh-huh
And we got that gas, when you hit that shit, you choke, look
What you laughin' at? Nigga, this is not a joke (Wait, hol' up)
Hit him with that bitch's body, gon' lock like he caught a score
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