Thug Melodies (feat. Project Youngin)

Hey I had to go get it and flip it and run it up, fuck it I stacked it Lil Melly a savage, he ride in a stolen car, bustin' in traffic Can't fuck with the bitch 'Cause the bitch is a pussy bitch, she got a daddy And I might have to kill her daddy, we put pistols to your pappy No, we are not from where you from, we don't care, we gon' dumb I am before the bitch, I might abort the mission, whoa I cannot fuck with her, we like to flip the pigeon Desert eagle on my waist and you know I keep it with me Fuck the society, bitch I'm a savage My bitches flawless, your bitches average Don't run up on none of my niggas 'cause we whackin' shit That forty make a pussy nigga moonwalk like Michael Jackson did Who, pullin' up in a new car Melly why you go so far? I just want to go so far I had to remix it and flip it and run in your house and I stacked it Lil Melly a savage, he bustin' at pussy niggas all in traffic Ain't nothin' no pressure I swear to God if I catch him I'ma blast him No, I do not give no fucks lil' bitch Fuck school, I don't go to classes Thumbin' through a check Got a hundred bands and on my mama the mansion You say that you want it You want it lil' jit, I hope you 'bout that action Bitch I got Bloods from Miami all the way to damn Sebastian Pussy nigga why you asking, uh, hit his ass with a spatula Whip it up, whip it up, flip it and then we gon' run it up Remember when all of them bitches didn't even fuck with us But now they be suckin' and fuckin', them bitches some bust 'em ups The bitch is a patient, she suckin' that dick Man that bitch is a customer Bust 'em up, lay 'em down Automatic SK hold a hundred rounds Don't say a word, don't make a sound Just hit the ground, it's goin' down Bitch it's a robbery Get the fuck on the floor 'fore I have to bust you These fuck niggas say that they on it But these niggas sweeter than some gushers Melly got the SK, that bitch gon' sing like it's Usher You ain't with it then fuck you, chopper eat you for supper I really came from them trenches, yeah I'm straight out the bottom Any nigga want problems, load up them choppers, we gon' go solve 'em They don't know how it feel When I was broke, yeah them tears was fallin' Plottin' on them licks, slidin' in stolen whips Back street, we was really crawlin' Anything for a dollar, that's where my mind was at All I know is hustle, seein' my mama struggle, I wasn't fine with that Keep a deal if it ain't a mil, I ain't signing that Saint Pete, bitch I'm born and raised, that's where I'm grinding at You don't know how it feel to be shackled, physically and mentally These hoes be problems, they just want a dollar Tell me is you really into me? Other things aside, you can smoke and ride Put my problems all on this beat It's gon' be a problem when lil' Melly free, ayy, this thug melodies Gettin' money, we be kickin' it You just internet thuggin', ain't with the shits Mention my name and we gon' get them sticks Bust your brain, hit you with the blitz For some change, I'ma send a hit Know they keep them dicks, call Ray and Nick Really in the field, we be shaking shit You don't how it feel, you just takin' pics I really came from nothin' but I'm ballin' now Two years later, Project Youngin who they talkin' 'bout Couple hoes ain't wanna let me fuck, they be stalkin' now And I hate a bitch always starting shit Tellin' lies like what you talkin' 'bout Yeah, yeah, can't tell me nothin' Yeah, I came up hustlin', yeah This that thug melodies, they be feelin' me, hey Lil Project Youngin man, can't tell me nothin' man This thug melodies, and I can't wait 'til all my niggas free Yeah, hey, hey Hey, yeah yeah, Youngin ho It's lil' Project Youngin man, can't tell me nothin' man Lil' Melly what's up man? 772 to the 727, you feel me