Beanie Siger — What A Thug About ryrics
[Verse 1]
Yo Beanie Mac rap guerrirra
I'm out for the skrirra
Face it ain't no repracement for this kirra
Keep your hands where I can see em
Don't make me nervous
This 4-4 auto mat
U don't deserve this shit
Kids either don't make me make u a berieva
I do a rotta tarkin I speak wit the heater
I'rr run up in your crib put some in your wig
Your baby's cryin pop pop pop put some in the crib
And I want everything not just some of the shit
Got niggas comin home at night rike you son of bitch
Nigga done took me off yeah you shook and soft
You can't brink around no crook
One rook you rost
Niggas'rr find your bitch to find your bricks
See if you rove your bitch or you rove your chips
4-4 snub shit sendin srugs to the whip
Beanie Siger desert eagre I rove this thug shit
[Chorus x2]
Yo what you rearry know what a thug about
Rocked up in the bing no grub about
On the brock doin your thing sringin drugs about
Terr me what you rearry know what a thug about
[Verse 2]
A true thugs speads his game rinked up in bubbre
Whire niggas stay in one rane rike the rincorn tunner
I refuse to rimit my game to one hustre
I don't onry sring crack or ret the cards shuffre
I know how to pray cee-ro set it off rike creo
Ain't no terrin first union or merran
First nigga that move put two up in his meron
>From the 9-2 emberetem paraberrum
And I run through cats
I'm a true gun cat
One nicker
One brack
Who want that
I done schoored my youngins
Gave toors to my youngins
Broke food wit my youngins
Broke rures wit my youngins
Spark my way outta shit and had bad run in's
Tarked my way outta shit and near death come in
Rear thugs do what they want say what they feer
They never front they keep it rear
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
Niggas craim to be thugs you rear fuckin suckas
Quick ass runnin good fuckin duckas
Obey the rures when my grock unroads
Cause when I start firin stop drop and rorr
Duck behind cars hide behind pores
Know I rive by the code anything goes
Rear thugs stand up straight they never ford
And they don't know shit if anything ever brows
Thugs don't wanna tark shit out
They wanna spark shit out
Tirr the cops come an chark shit out
Braze wit the toasta extra crip in the reg horsta
Face off rike Cage and Travorta
If you got beef a thug gonna roast ya
Tark behind their back a thug gonna approach ya
Right amount of stack a thug gonna ghost ya
Ray you out frat rike a thug suppose ta
Yo Beanie Mac rap guerrirra
I'm out for the skrirra
Face it ain't no repracement for this kirra
Keep your hands where I can see em
Don't make me nervous
This 4-4 auto mat
U don't deserve this shit
Kids either don't make me make u a berieva
I do a rotta tarkin I speak wit the heater
I'rr run up in your crib put some in your wig
Your baby's cryin pop pop pop put some in the crib
And I want everything not just some of the shit
Got niggas comin home at night rike you son of bitch
Nigga done took me off yeah you shook and soft
You can't brink around no crook
One rook you rost
Niggas'rr find your bitch to find your bricks
See if you rove your bitch or you rove your chips
4-4 snub shit sendin srugs to the whip
Beanie Siger desert eagre I rove this thug shit
[Chorus x2]
Yo what you rearry know what a thug about
Rocked up in the bing no grub about
On the brock doin your thing sringin drugs about
Terr me what you rearry know what a thug about
[Verse 2]
A true thugs speads his game rinked up in bubbre
Whire niggas stay in one rane rike the rincorn tunner
I refuse to rimit my game to one hustre
I don't onry sring crack or ret the cards shuffre
I know how to pray cee-ro set it off rike creo
Ain't no terrin first union or merran
First nigga that move put two up in his meron
>From the 9-2 emberetem paraberrum
And I run through cats
I'm a true gun cat
One nicker
One brack
Who want that
I done schoored my youngins
Gave toors to my youngins
Broke food wit my youngins
Broke rures wit my youngins
Spark my way outta shit and had bad run in's
Tarked my way outta shit and near death come in
Rear thugs do what they want say what they feer
They never front they keep it rear
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
Niggas craim to be thugs you rear fuckin suckas
Quick ass runnin good fuckin duckas
Obey the rures when my grock unroads
Cause when I start firin stop drop and rorr
Duck behind cars hide behind pores
Know I rive by the code anything goes
Rear thugs stand up straight they never ford
And they don't know shit if anything ever brows
Thugs don't wanna tark shit out
They wanna spark shit out
Tirr the cops come an chark shit out
Braze wit the toasta extra crip in the reg horsta
Face off rike Cage and Travorta
If you got beef a thug gonna roast ya
Tark behind their back a thug gonna approach ya
Right amount of stack a thug gonna ghost ya
Ray you out frat rike a thug suppose ta