Be A Thug

Lyrics

[Chorus: Pgeezy] Roll with me, put your hands up, be a thug Die with me, put yo guns up, be a thug Roll with me, put your hands up, be a thug Die with me, put yo guns up, nigga what? Roll with me, put yo hands up, be a thug Die with me, put yo guns up, be a thug Roll with me, put yo hands up, be a thug Die with me, put yo guns up, nigga what? [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] A money earner, quick learner I'm tryna knock numbers like Ted Turner No super station, but I'm Gucci Mane, they super hatin' Str8 Drop we infiltrating, copy-catters duplicating Copywrite it, because I know dick-biters gon' bite it How I write it, they couldn't recite it, cause they never seen it Doing all that screaming on the mic don't mean they really mean it Tell you the truth, I leave the booth, and shit I'm selling Yay Bunking so hard that I got to re-up three times a day Thirty days, I just got out, and I serve thirty j's Before I blaze, gotta fade or a blunt to blaze Running a maze, where the cheese, I'm gone find a way It's like I'm searching for a needle, in a stack of hay The streets relate to these actual facts I'm kicking I'm coming hard, like that crack we cook in the kitchen And every nigga that I roll with, a thug nigga And every nigga in my clique, sellin' drugs nigga [Chorus: Pgeezy] Roll with me, put your hands up, be a thug Die with me, put yo guns up, be a thug Roll with me, put your hands up, be a thug Die with me, put yo guns up, nigga what? Roll with me, put yo hands up, be a thug Die with me, put yo guns up, be a thug Roll with me, put yo hands up, be a thug Die with me, put yo guns up, nigga what? [Verse 2: Pgeezy] I seen them folk bruh I seen the baddest of niggas act like some hoes bruh This shit for show bruh Hold it, hold it, but not [?], I say motherfuck em bruh I'm a M-11, they talking bout some code, bruh Never nothing too much for me, I gotta hold up They ain't like it, I ain't like it, but still I showed up I been broke, and I done broke them up I'm highly money, niggas talking bout what hoe they done fucked And I'm a slick nigga, ask yall nothing Nigga, tell you the truth, you'll be actin like he making it up You niggas scared, bruh Think Imma reach inside my coat Buck [?] and make em lay it on the table [Chorus: Pgeezy] Roll with me, put your hands up, be a thug Die with me, put yo guns up, be a thug Roll with me, put your hands up, be a thug Die with me, put yo guns up, nigga what? Roll with me, put yo hands up, be a thug Die with me, put yo guns up, be a thug Roll with me, put yo hands up, be a thug Die with me, put yo guns up, nigga what? [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] Nigga bout to go fresh as hell, nigga pain I'm bringing Dope slanging, keep that hard shit stuffed in my anus There go 12, so bail post up at Texaco Mr. Kim, steady saying, get away from my store Fuck that Chinese motherfucker, I got too much blow I gotta get off every sack, that's what I purchased it for I need a bag full of money, counting fifties and hundreds I'm in this hallway, bunking tryna get to this money You think I'm funny, I ain't laughing, bout my cheddar, I'm blastin' Making dope transactions, in the middle of traffic I got a cracker spending 50, every goddamn hour Making glass out of powder, I might sell you some flour [Hook: Peter Man] Roll with me, put your hands up, be a thug Die with me, put yo guns up, be a thug Roll with me, put your hands up, be a thug Die with me, put yo guns up, nigga what? Roll with me, put yo hands up, be a thug Die with me, put yo guns up, be a thug Roll with me, put yo hands up, be a thug Die with me, put yo guns up, nigga what?