Young Thug Closing Arguments Lyrics
Yeah, see
Can’t compare no nigga to
Can’t compare no nigga to me, bro, you know
Niggas real rats around this motherfucker, you dig what I’m sayin’?
Yeah, nigga, I did what I did
Tryin’ my best to help my motherfuckin’ brother, got a situation he was in, nigga
I got no regrets for a fact, Spyda
But don’t get it confused, nigga, don’t get it fucked up, nigga
Ain’t no one rat to me at all, kid
I’d really die before I tell on my niggas, for real, for real
Only thing I regret in my life is fuckin’ with them fuck niggas at all, bruh, fuck yall suckers
And it’s a big difference between me and yall
Yall niggas point a nigga out and say they did the crime
Nigga, I say he didn’t, ya dig?
Yeah, Spyda
Pull up to your house like the mailman, nigga (Go)
They hit everything, plus the trashcans, nigga (Huh)
Back to back to back like it’s federal, nigga
Please don’t hit the mailbox, it’s federal, nigga
Keep a big jet at the Clairport, buddy
My shoes dirty, my cup dirty, they both muddy, buddy
Hidin’ in the house, they gon’ get your cuz, buddy
My brother livin’ life for me, that’s love, buddy
Pussy, you killed that kid, that ain’t steppin’
Pussy, you tryna change, okay reverend
Niggas got- (Tss) on your shoes, that’s Giuseppe
You shot back when they pulled off, that ain’t happen
Yeah, strip her ‘til her jaw turn backwards
Free my bro-bro ‘till it’s backwards
Steppin’ in, tell ‘em it’s backwards
Lyin’ on your dick, that’s backwards
Ten rounds on a stick, that’s backwards
Nigga play with the shit, don’t cap ‘em
I was tellin’ ‘em, I’m not just a rapper
I don’t want smoke with a rapper
Horses in the Lamb’, what happened?
Mink on her toes, Alaska
I’m a big dog with my own, but I like other niggas’ tricks, yeah
Gunna a rat, Yak a rat…