[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
You know I'm thugging ’til the day I die
War time, it's just you or I
Your mama should've told you stay inside
Funking with us, that shit like suicide
I’m a thug nigga 'til the day I die
War time, it's just you or I
Your mama should've told you stay inside
Funking with us, that shit like suicide
[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
Somebody should've told you that we ain't the ones to play with
Now his mama crying in that front row
Say they gon' slide but when you die, they never gon' go
All that dissing on them songs got him sent home
And ain’t nobody ever seen him since
All your niggas could do is reminisce
When you tryna be in the streets, that’s how shit gets
Better keep it on your side, nigga, don't slip
And I swear I love my brother ’cause he don't miss
Every time, you know it's automatic
Lost my mind, seen my uncle in that casket
It's gon’ be another skull we catch him up in traffic
Tryna keep my head on and keep my bread long
Tryna leave a nigga gone all year long
They wanna see me fall off, but I'm still on
And just for playing with a boss, knock his head off
Pop the bottle, we just smoking, laughing
It's a celebration when another sucker passing
We gon' buy a Backwood I think we catch him lacking
Thought he was a big dog so we [?]
Tell the truth, niggas know we up a couple scores
Could've been caught you slipping with a couple hoes
But it's too much money to be made, that's what we into
Know it's gon' be the perfect time when they get through
Thought your mama told you that we ain't the ones to play with
Damn, how many times I gotta say the same shit?
All these new niggas speaking on my gang, dissing us for fame
Like we ain't knock a nigga down for that same shit
You know I'm thugging ’til the day I die
War time, it's just you or I
Your mama should've told you stay inside
Funking with us, that shit like suicide
I’m a thug nigga 'til the day I die
War time, it's just you or I
Your mama should've told you stay inside
Funking with us, that shit like suicide
[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
Somebody should've told you that we ain't the ones to play with
Now his mama crying in that front row
Say they gon' slide but when you die, they never gon' go
All that dissing on them songs got him sent home
And ain’t nobody ever seen him since
All your niggas could do is reminisce
When you tryna be in the streets, that’s how shit gets
Better keep it on your side, nigga, don't slip
And I swear I love my brother ’cause he don't miss
Every time, you know it's automatic
Lost my mind, seen my uncle in that casket
It's gon’ be another skull we catch him up in traffic
Tryna keep my head on and keep my bread long
Tryna leave a nigga gone all year long
They wanna see me fall off, but I'm still on
And just for playing with a boss, knock his head off
Pop the bottle, we just smoking, laughing
It's a celebration when another sucker passing
We gon' buy a Backwood I think we catch him lacking
Thought he was a big dog so we [?]
Tell the truth, niggas know we up a couple scores
Could've been caught you slipping with a couple hoes
But it's too much money to be made, that's what we into
Know it's gon' be the perfect time when they get through
Thought your mama told you that we ain't the ones to play with
Damn, how many times I gotta say the same shit?
All these new niggas speaking on my gang, dissing us for fame
Like we ain't knock a nigga down for that same shit
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