Avenue Thug

[Verse 1]
I'm just an avenue thug
You wanna talk about drugs and guns bust
The first niggas you name it gotta be us
I put some weed in my Dutch, pour some yak in my cup
My first moves of the day shit I gotta re-up
Ain't no more being broke shit I gotta G up
Ain't no more sucker shit I gotta G up
Shit as soon as I light this weed you better have my money
Or little nigga you gon' have to see us
Man these niggas always trying to be us
Until shit got real, somebody die and they screaming free us
I made a quarter mil in these Adidas
Man I feel like Raf Simmons
I'm more used to crack pitching and misdemeanors
She taking sips from the royal penis and counting up math
Shit not too bad, ey yo wе living decent
This niggas in their feelings talking down 'bout thе young lord
I'm really that boy (I'm that nigga)
Yo these niggas reaching

[Bridge]
Yo fuck these niggas man
You know
You know what Imma do
Imma keep getting that money nigga

[Verse 2]
I'm still hustling, I'm still trying to make a mil
I still call up junkies to do my cable still
I'm still getting big money, I'm getting paper still
I'm still counting blue hundreds, I'm just a baby still
Yo you bout to get whoever tried to play me killed
Pull up with twin Glocks, we're moving like Navy seals
We was young niggas with crack like the '80s
Made at least two mil then started having babies
Clapped a couple of cats was raw with the 40
Ever since that fucked up since a shorty
I came up [?]