Life of a thug
• Written by JayFl0w
Verse 1
Im a chocolate fanatic
Kinda of a addict
Just a bit ratchet
But idk know fashion
Boom
Gun automatic
My tactics are tragic
Hit u like a classic
Bitch that shit like magic
Boom
Look at my schematics
Them shit diplomatic
Your girl go ecstatic
When i hit her like a hatchet
That shit get graphic
Boom
Beats into chorus
Chorus
I got the strap
Boom boom boom
It go clap
Boom
I got the strap
Boom boom boom
It go clap
Boom
Guns in my area better stay strapped Bitch fo u get clapped. Watch yo back
beats
Verse 2
When i pull up to yo block, i got the glock
Yeah yeah
You know that your fucked, finna get rocked
Bamm bam bop
Bitch you got popped
Bullet in your dome in your home
9 feet in the ground funeral its a no show
No po
No hoes
No bros
No calls coming to yo phone
Yeah, that's a low blow.
No one gives a fuck u was on death row
boom
Beats into chorus
Chorus
I got the strap
Boom boom boom
It go clap
Boom
I got the strap
Boom boom boom
It go clap
Boom
Guns in my area better stay strapped
Bitch fo u get clapped.
Beats
Verse 3
While rappin these raps
And spittin these facts
And droppin these tracks
I make mad racks
Coutin fat stacks
Yeah yeah yeah
And Smokin on a pack
And Munchin on a snack
She make it clap when she throw it back
And She getting lapped
And people talkin smack
Bitches be wack
I swear there on crack
Got tats on my back
And bitch thats a fact
Yeah
boom
Ice on my wrist rings on my fist
Yeah
Mill in the bank think you get my drift
Now im sittin here
on the night shift
Tryna make a list
of all the bitches i onced kissed
Beats change
But its so long
Yeah yeah
That shit go on forever its a road run
Yeah yeah
I made a mill from a single song
Yeah yeah
And I don't belong
Yeah yeah yeah
In the life that i've undergone
Yeah yeah yeah
My head ringing like a gong
Aggressive
Beat change?
I need a gun
I aint fucking around no more this shit aint fun
And i dont wanna die young yeah
But the devil in my head tryna make me jump
This weight on my shoulders feeling like a ton
Thought i could be a real thug
Thought i could run around sellin drugs on the block
Thought i could pop a coupl bitches without a single thought
But i cant
Now im fucked
I done messed up
Yeah
And Now im filled with dread
Wishin i was dead
Wishin i could put a bullet in my head
It wasnt even worth it didnt make that much bread
And im in the deep end
Tryna tread
Tryna stay alive but
cant see ahead
All i see is red
And now im filled with lead
Gunshot gunshot gunshot
Beats end song
