Izzle Songtext
von Thuggizzle

IYeah, aye
You know who it is
You know what im sayn
Its young thug to the G
Its 210 up on my low
Bdc is also down there
And unchained is up there
You know we finna blow
We finna blow like cyanide
But im a do it like this for them
You know what im sayn
Cause they don′t know about me
They say I don't be going off the dome
They say I be writing this shit
But niggas just don′t be going off the dome


Yall got me fucked up
You better peep this
You know what im sayn
Its young thug to the G
I don't got a write nothin
Im real about mine

Yo, aye, aye, look, look, look
Something that'll pill ya cap back
I make a nigga wanna pop up make his body wanna snap back

Cuz you ain′t know me when I pull that gap out
Bet I′ll put it in ya mouth
You ain't got time to say ouch

It′s unchained on my thang cause it hang low
And BDC make a hoe wanna bang slow
And I ain't talking bout hoes on every track
I′m just talking bout different ways
That I can flip it on her back aye

I like my style because my style is just tremendous
These fake mc's out here they trying to end it
They hating my cds but still they be bumpin it
And through they speakers I know they feel it jumpin
I know they loving my style they don′t want me to quit
Cause every time I touch the mic I spit
It's off the brain and I promise it ain't writ
And you can check my flame It′s lit


Look and I′m young thug to the g's up
I like hoes I like niggas
Nah oh never not niggas
I′ll punch a nigga in his eye let him high higga
And he a fake nigga up in them high figures bitch
I'll bust a niggas head off
A nigga try and jack young thug man I′ll take they bread off
Better bite what you eat
Better talk what you eat
Cause most nigga talk bullshit

And talk is cheap
I walk the streets
Matter fact I got a keep my head up
Too many hoes out here taking me for my bread uh

I ain't never trickin
They bring me dough back
And when they bring it they bring it to slank
3v and gimp Aye
You know we walk with a limp aye
See me young thug I like to pimp aye
Flip my style I limp mane

I′m still in PA house
Told you last flow about that PA dick up in her mouth aye
Back up to her spouse where we do big things
Got a nigga with a big slang
With a bang ring
Got a two ten hustler
Two ten thugga
Two ten that nigga go hard motherfucker
Two ten on the mic he can't be touched
Two ten he like twister with an adrenaline rush
Two ten back to him
Two ten catches tims
Two ten it's young thug and I won′t quit it
Now watch me diminish it
Matter fact I′m bout to end it
I switch up on my style like I'm going through a digit
I′m in my Taurus I told ya its green like a forest
And on the highway tryn to ignore it

And I mean that's them laws cuz they right behind me
I got a dime sack, 3v got a dime on he
Slank in the back seat like I can′t get caught
I'm on paper nigga this is my last one on dis loss
But I won′t let you get caught up cuz
If you get locked up I got yo bread
Just like a hoes I wanna bop it I got yo head
I'll bring another hoe and let her talk to you
I'll bring another one and let her walk to you

Yeah its young thug to the G
Better peep my style
I like to break a beat down when I repeated my style

I know I repeated it but I straight go off
It′s off the flow nigga not to fuckin dose off
This nigga so gone off that is he
Gone off the who unchain up on busy

Means I′m a business man
CEO of BDC and I'm a digit man
And what I mean by that
I got a cell phone and I dont even pay the bill
I got a hoe to buy that
I′m young thug I side that
And I can see it and eat it
And its beef these niggas can pass it then they eat it

I'll put it on your table
And matter fact I take beef
And get yo girl put it on her navel
And I′ll eat your beef up
Cuz I don't need her
And she can give me her trickin and I′ll tease her
I'll send her back with a nut on her lip
So when she see her home girl she got her butt on her hip
And what mean is she walking stray
Cuz BDC done blew her away
Young thug I'm here today
Yall niggas ain′t fuckin with me
Its young thug to the G, aye