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Ayy

I ain’t gotta ask, I know my mama proud of me
And my nigga, we was thuggin’, we was doin’ robberies
You ain’t gotta ask if it’s on me, it’s on the side
Every time that a young nigga ride
Hundred shots up out this chopper, let ‘em glide
I can’t let ‘em slide, ‘cause it fuck with my pride
I’m in the club with my glizzy and my blicky
Tryin’ not to hurt somebody, ayy

‘Cause I was stuck up in the storm when the rain came
We don’t care where it’s at, we do it broad day
I let the opps run the city, tryna maintain
Goin’ down the wrong road gave me road rage
I had to tell ‘em we ain’t goin’ for nothin’, don’t know what the squad on
A rich nigga like the lotto, sippin’ moscato
I put a nigga on the news, I probably read ‘bout him
Her head super-duper fire, made her head throttle
He say, “Tell me the meanin’ of a thug”
I’d rather be a gangster ‘cause I can’t show no love
‘Fore I do my dirt, I mask it on with a glove
If he get up in my way, then I’ma hit him with a slug, yeah, yeah

I ain’t gotta ask, I know my mama proud of me
And my nigga, we was thuggin’, we was doin’ robberies
You ain’t gotta ask if it’s on me, it’s on the side
Every time that a young nigga ride
Hundred shots up out this chopper, let ‘em glide
I can’t let ‘em slide, ‘cause it fuck with my pride
I’m in the club with my glizzy and my blicky
Tryin’ not to hurt somebody (Nah, nah, nah, nah)

Ayy, got my glizzy and my blicky, tryin’ not to hurt somebody
Nah, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah
Bum, bum, NLE the top shotta, yeah
Got them bombs like Al-Qaeda