Now every now and then I get the Henn, the Gin, then mix it but as soon as I take a drink I start flippin’/ Vision these wicked spirits comin' to get me/ You probably think I’m lifted, nigga, well you right/ I’m on flight, 9-9-9-9 by the stars in the sky/ Now I’m heavily breathin’ steadily smokin’ that weed, sweatin’/ I just might squeeze my protection and bust some shots in your direction {gunshots} And hit your head while they thinkin’ them vests protect they chests/ We roll like drunkin’ drivers, ragin’ raw and reckless, baby/ Hell, just think we crazy (crazy...) but the lil' niggas on my block, them niggas tryin' to be like me and mine/ Double 9 execution style (Double 9 execution style style...) Ooh, we wil' out like animals in the jungle, punk/ And when we rumble, see who crumble and turn back to dust/ I bet ‘em a million bucks it’s not us (it's not us, us...) Thug’s still rush through my bloodline so I labeled it Thugline
Thug style, they die but never surrender/ Remember when we come back, ready to get you, get you