[Intro]
Giving ya’ll some o’ that real street music
My n***a Turk
Get money, stay real, the sequel n***a (oh - oh)
Aye, aye, aye
The real [?]
Say my name please

[Hook]
Talk about streets (talk about streets)
Cause we in this shit (cause we in this shit)
Told my league (told my league)
Cause he done calling in ( he done calling in)
You want a hot boy (want a hot boy)
Fuck with me baby (fuck with me baby)
Can’t clown this shit (can’t clown this shit)
Original hot beezy
The real Thugger
Original hot beezy
Watch your bitch cause I will fuck her
Original hot beezy
[?]
Original hot beezy
And it’s still money over her

[Verse 1]
I’m full, I’m thugging, I don’t know nothing else
Lil n***a I don’t know nothing else
Want me and the mob n***a you don’t wanna try
Make it hard for yourself (make it hard for yourself)
I’ll be in these streets everyday with the medal bitch n***a
I do it myself (I’ll do it myself)
Thirty and a forty n***a you gon’ get it started
Tell them all they can’t help ( can’t help)
The paramedic can’t help ( can’t help)
Can’t call me n***a got stripes like a well ( like a well)
Two strikes in the system, I don’t give a fuck n***a
Got one more left (got one more left)
Got an extra clip gotta squeeze that bitch tip
Ain’t no more left (ain’t no more left)
Take off the whole team n***a one by one killer
You gon’ believe that there
N***a I’m G’d up, folly n***a
Teardrop from my vein, no crying n***a
Ain’t night, broad day be a crime n***a
Be there, yellow tape, you dying n***a
You gon’ die n***a
Fucking with the real Thugger you gon’ lie n***a
If you can get caught, do the time n***a
I might shoot it off stop crying n***a
N***a, n***a
[Hook]
Talk about streets (talk about streets)
Cause we in this shit (cause we in this shit)
Told my league (told my league)
Cause he done calling in ( he done calling in)
You want a hot boy (want a hot boy)
Fuck with me baby (fuck with me baby)
Can’t clown this shit (can’t clown this shit)
Original hot beezy
The real Thugger
Original hot beezy
Watch your bitch cause I will fuck her
Original hot beezy
[?]
Original hot beezy
And it’s still money over her

[Verse 2]
If a hoe ain’t loyal she might get fucked
Tell a hot boy where the stash at
Send my young n***as in to get the bricks and the stuff n***a
Tell them n***a have that
Three shots at them n***a like I’m at a gun range
Target practice (target)
Three hundred in the choppa let you know I ain’t playing
I’m reckless, don’t test me
I’m shooting first, questions I ain’t asking
You in a hearse six in the dirth
And boxed in your casket
Robbing them, street shit
Yeah homie I’m in that bitch
23 ya’ll my day one n***a
I ain’t got no time for a bitch
Getting money (getting money)
Young thuggy thuggy
Original hot but I’m in tens and the hunnids
And I kill n***a, my block I run it
Send eclipse till it feels like summer
Get them while they hot like a summer
Tackle with yo air like a comma (like a comma)
Got clips on the choppa like a drummer (where the drummer)
Heavy K n***a, put that on my momma
Momma, momma
[Hook]
Talk about streets (talk about streets)
Cause we in this shit (cause we in this shit)
Told my league (told my league)
Cause he done calling in ( he done calling in)
You want a hot boy (want a hot boy)
Fuck with me baby (fuck with me baby)
(one time for the cameo)
Can’t clown this shit (can’t clown this shit)
Original hot beezy (shout out to the n***as, old side, new side)

[Outro]
Hot - hot