Cuffin
[Intro: Slim Thug]
Though-though-though-though-though-though
Though we gotta say goodbye (This is bye-bye, bitches)
For the summer (Thugger)
Baby, I promise you this (I mean, you know what I'm sayin'? It's been fun, man, you know?)
I'll send you all my love
Every day in a letter (I got a lotta uh-memories in the game)
A lotta beautiful memories
Hoes keep callin', I ain't pickin' up
Hoes keep callin', I ain't pickin' up
Thugger
[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Hoes keep callin', I ain't pickin' up
Treat 'em like they treat us, bitch, you broke as fuck
I ain't tryna pay your bills, stop beggin'
I don't care how fat that ass look in leggin's
I know you're here to fool, but baby, I'm cool
She got more miles than my old school
I'm too old to be dealin' with these hoes
That ain't got no goals, just tryna get choose
Make a thot hop out my Rolls
She standin' in the back, these suicide doors
Boys be talkin' down, said I ain't shit
Hoppin' out of your Camry made in '06
Before you be a hater, bitch, get rich
Can't tell me how to get paid if you ain't got shit
But you right, I'm not shit
But I'm the shit compared to you so stay off my dick
Thugger
[Interlude: GT Garza]
Yeah, you know
2K14, Bo Life
Man, fuck these hoes
We don't fuck around, we fuck up and die
Look
[Verse 2: GT Garza]
Now who that, who are you? Bitch, who the fuck you think?
It's Garz', Mr. Barz, smoother than a mink
I can see you standin' in the club waitin' on a drink
Bitch, I wouldn't pitch you water comin' out the sink
Go somewhere and put your face on in the bathroom
You an embarrassment to the classroom
Swear you want steak, but you really on canned food
How you a bad bitch when you been ran through?
I keep a new bitch 'round 5'4"
And a couple goons with a slide-door
Married to the game, shit, what I need a bride for?
My watch froze, shit, what I got time for?
Labels hit me up, what you gonna sign for?
Shit, I'm like, "What I need to lie for?"
Hit Slim up, I'm like, "What you think, G?"
He like, "Charge they ass up like I woulda done in 9-4"
Now my money stretch like the long jump
And my side bitches leave when the sun up
Elevator to the top, now I gun up
So tell 'em where I'm at when they see the song up