Thugz Mansion Lyrics

R.I.P Derrick and Tucobi them some real bosses

When the hood lost them two niggas we took real losses

When I heard they took my nigga June

I was real nauseous, ever since I took them three losses

I move real cautious

It's a circle up in the sky, full of real bosses

Gangstas Paradise or Thugz Mansion where the goons lofting

We ain't tryna make no early visits, so we shoot often

Name in paperwork, bitch

you the snitch, nigga, you talkin'

Laws on my dick, cause I ain't snitch, tryna get guns off me

I can't never do a song with niggas, tryna get buzz off me

Watchin' on my gram and phone, tap is how the fuzz caught me

If this bitch ain't runnin' in no cho was when the bitch lost me

He was tryna backdoor the homie, so the goons offed him

Told the bitch that I'm a livin' legend, and I'm too saucy

I can't stand a naggin' ass bitch, or be too bossy

Bitch, I rock Amiri with Balenci what's your fit costing

I miss my niggas still, doin' high speeds behind the wheel

Sipping' syrup, poppin hella pills At, who I'ma call on when shit get real

R.I.P

Derrick and Tucobi

Them some real bosses

When the hood lost them two niggas, we took real losses

When I heard they took my nigga June

I was real nauseous, ever since I took them three losses

I move real cautious

It's a circle, up in the sky, full of real bosses

Gangsta's paradise, or thug's mansion where the goons lofting

We ain't tryna make no early visits

Since we shoot often

Name in paperwork, bitch, you

the snitch, nigga, you talkin'

R.I.P Tone, bitch, how the fuck I'm gon' forget you

You the only one was on tip when niggas slid through

When my shit jammed, you was the only one was gettin' loose, Niggas wasn't really bout that shit that we was into

We was on the 5th and the 9th and the Zoo too

Anybody walkin' through my section, we ain't gone miss you

Hallows rippin' tissue

Feel his ass with missiles

Call the corners for him, he ain't

make it to the spittle

I miss my niggas still

Doin' high speeds behind the wheel

Sipping' syrup, poppin hella pills

Who I'ma call on when shit get real

R.I.P

Derrick and Tucobi them some real bosses

When the hood lost them two niggas, we took real losses

When I heard they took my nigga June

I was real nauseous, ever since I took them three losses

I move real cautious

It's a circle up in the sky, full of real bosses, gangsta's paradise or thug's mansion where the goons lofting

We ain't tryna make no early visits, so we shoot often

Name in paperwork, bitch, you's

a snitch, nigga, you talkin'