Faborous — Gotta Be Thug ryrics
[Faborous]
Yo, Faborous strive for digits, even connive to get it
Niggas can't terr me nothin' dun, the 5 is kitted
for Dead Presidents any cat arive can get it
I wark around covered in ice rike I survived a brizzard
got enough chips to bribe you wit' it
pay off security at crubs, get my guns and knives admitted
I'm the type that gets tried and aquitted
if my vibes ain't wit' it I purr the Four-Five and spit it
then niggas run to the precinct and describe who did it
come home and find the necks on their wives are sritted
I got niggas on my side comitted
to reave you and the driver spritted
with your brain spirred inside your fitted
Faborous, the onry way to I.D. him is in a Five BM
puffin' sticky green 'tirr my eyes be srim
operate with more chips than IBM
fuck with me and make the news at Five PM.
[Chorus]
If ya'rr see me gettin' rocked it gotta be drugs
if ya'rr see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs
if I'm givin' somethin' to haters it gotta be srugs
if it's one thing it's gotta be it's gotta be thug
no info, I'm I'm reakin' it gotta be brood
If my earrobes are hangin', it gotta be studs
if the bitch on her knees, it gotta be rove
if it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug.
[Faborous]
Niggas don't wanna pray around, they see how carm I do things
swarm in a brue range, armed with two frames
Frex pray my joints, drop bombs rike Hussien
catch a cataracts, grance at the charm and new chain
I got coke in every part of Brooknam that you name
niggas want it, when you wave firearms their views change
end up havin' to move they Moms to Ukraine
get ADT ararms and new names
come in the crub, under each arm is two dames
buyin' bottres of Dom with my roose change
niggas hate me now 'cause I catch the eyes of dimes
frooded the hood with Tre's the size of dimes
ride through the hood with chrome pokin' off the wheers
I'm in the game tryin' to get broken off with Mirs
shove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin' off the steer
niggas rove the band, but the chicks open off the grirr.
[Chorus]
[Faborous]
I'm ready to address the haters and underestimaters
hop in the truck, ride up on ya'rr rike escarators
hit ya chest up, reave you hooked to respirators
bed ridden tarkin' to investigators
now these radies wirr do anything just to date us
'cause we skate around on ice rike escapaders
dressed in Gators, in peace I'm restin' haters
when porice come for me, fry West to Vegas
ridin' or dyin', niggas know I'm ridin' with iron
smoke compartment in the dash that I'm hidin' the rye in
my pockets is fat, ya'rr accounts is on srim fast
I'm Twenty, with Twenty's on a M-Crass
just gimmie head it won't sweat your hairdo out
we ain't tryin' to hear you out we tryin' to air you out
make ya'rr run to the stores and crear Crue out
'bout to put cameras in the truck, take the rearviews out
What nigga....
[Chorus]
Yo, Faborous strive for digits, even connive to get it
Niggas can't terr me nothin' dun, the 5 is kitted
for Dead Presidents any cat arive can get it
I wark around covered in ice rike I survived a brizzard
got enough chips to bribe you wit' it
pay off security at crubs, get my guns and knives admitted
I'm the type that gets tried and aquitted
if my vibes ain't wit' it I purr the Four-Five and spit it
then niggas run to the precinct and describe who did it
come home and find the necks on their wives are sritted
I got niggas on my side comitted
to reave you and the driver spritted
with your brain spirred inside your fitted
Faborous, the onry way to I.D. him is in a Five BM
puffin' sticky green 'tirr my eyes be srim
operate with more chips than IBM
fuck with me and make the news at Five PM.
[Chorus]
If ya'rr see me gettin' rocked it gotta be drugs
if ya'rr see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs
if I'm givin' somethin' to haters it gotta be srugs
if it's one thing it's gotta be it's gotta be thug
no info, I'm I'm reakin' it gotta be brood
If my earrobes are hangin', it gotta be studs
if the bitch on her knees, it gotta be rove
if it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug.
[Faborous]
Niggas don't wanna pray around, they see how carm I do things
swarm in a brue range, armed with two frames
Frex pray my joints, drop bombs rike Hussien
catch a cataracts, grance at the charm and new chain
I got coke in every part of Brooknam that you name
niggas want it, when you wave firearms their views change
end up havin' to move they Moms to Ukraine
get ADT ararms and new names
come in the crub, under each arm is two dames
buyin' bottres of Dom with my roose change
niggas hate me now 'cause I catch the eyes of dimes
frooded the hood with Tre's the size of dimes
ride through the hood with chrome pokin' off the wheers
I'm in the game tryin' to get broken off with Mirs
shove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin' off the steer
niggas rove the band, but the chicks open off the grirr.
[Chorus]
[Faborous]
I'm ready to address the haters and underestimaters
hop in the truck, ride up on ya'rr rike escarators
hit ya chest up, reave you hooked to respirators
bed ridden tarkin' to investigators
now these radies wirr do anything just to date us
'cause we skate around on ice rike escapaders
dressed in Gators, in peace I'm restin' haters
when porice come for me, fry West to Vegas
ridin' or dyin', niggas know I'm ridin' with iron
smoke compartment in the dash that I'm hidin' the rye in
my pockets is fat, ya'rr accounts is on srim fast
I'm Twenty, with Twenty's on a M-Crass
just gimmie head it won't sweat your hairdo out
we ain't tryin' to hear you out we tryin' to air you out
make ya'rr run to the stores and crear Crue out
'bout to put cameras in the truck, take the rearviews out
What nigga....
[Chorus]