Thugged out Lyrics

Just a white boy in the streets

18, clutching heat put him on a TV

Put his cracka ass six feet deep

Walking down the road, I'm clutching on my pole

Cause my opps is at the corner store, they want me to get smoked

Let em try me, I'ma light they ass up

I done hit rock bottom, ain't no time to give up I'm just trying to see a mill cause i've done seen plenty of bands

Fill your body up with lead, man, fuck throwing

them hands

Got a couple dudes throwing diss tracks, but

I ain't hit back

You can act tough up on them tracks, but up

in these streets you get blown back

From them 30s and them mac's

Do a drive by, hit the gas, spin around, we shoot again

We shoot his friend, straight up in his face

That's what you get for talking down about my gang

Better tuck the ice up on your neck cause we reaching for your chains If you give us what we want, then you will live another day

Im on that goon shit, that rob shit, slide down with that chopstick

Creeping in the bushes, watch that dude get popped quick

Resse shot him dead up on his couch just for running his mouth

My shooters laid his ass down, now he ain't making sounds

Now they know what we bout, we put them barrels in they mouth

Put the cold chrome to the back of his head

Let him plead for his life, begging he don't wanna die

Shouldn't of got up in the streets shit motherfuckers die every day

We blowing them back with them 38's

Everybody i fuck with is down to catch a case or do the race

I'm clutching on that stolen Glock, somebody

move wrong they get shot We laid him down, we just emptied the whole

30 round

And i don't need no fucking shooter, I'm my own fucking shooter

I had to be a man, got up in them streets and flipped a brick

I ain't looking back at the shit i done did

I'm taking everything to my grave, I ain't speaking on what I did