Thugga - Inkredible lyrics

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Thugga - Inkredible lyrics

[Verse 1: Thugga] I pop some Percocets Then I pop some Xanax Sitting back strapped, co*ked Plotting on your man next Jack a n***a for his work Then stretch it like some Spandex He hesitate, I spray and leave him Like a Tampex - oops, I meant a Tampax b**h, I keep that anthrax I can get your man wacked for a couple tan packs Shoot off your Sedan Lac n***a, I demand stacks I ain't playing black b**h, I be spraying Macks All type of guns with accessories I'm like Cosby for the bills I need mills like Stephanie p**y n***as can't stand next to me I've got dope and ecstasy Keep em floating like both of the levees breached Eighties baby but my soul from the seventies Worldwide game like a traveled the seven seas n***as ain't OG, scary lil b**h, please Put your p**y in the pan, Friskies [Verse 2: Raw Dizzy] I got ten up on my pinky ring and twenty on my bracelet Now these n***as kissing a**, but they can't say sh** I'm just here to separate The real from the fake sh** I told you, I was coming in I'm sorry for the wait I gotta get this money man It's right here in my face I got the Devil on my back I don't wanna be up in that place My grandmom tell me to be safe I just keep running in these streets I can't stop f**ing with these hoes When I say I'm just doing me b**h, I'm a Ninth Ward n***a Mason street, D & G That Florida right by the D Need to free my n***a B I ain't the type of person to be Running from no beef, those f**ing guns Are gonna be bursting, knock somebody Off their feet So watch your f**ing mouth Before you end up on that floor and stop Acting like you're hard cause You know you've been a ho I told you out the gate I'm not the fake I gotta say, please excuse Almost forgot man, I'm Raw Dizzy by the way [Verse 3: Flow] Money over b**hes, b**h I'm coming for the check Vampire living, b**h I'm coming for your neck Raw, I'm sharp, my swagger like an X I'm a motherf**ing monster, I rap like I'm possessed Call me Mr. Still Smoking, smoke it in a paper The game is a b**h, hold that down and rape her Yes I am a Blood but I be riding with my skaters We probably smoking flavors bumping Tyler the Creator I'm an Eastside native, all my n***as Soo Woop'n They went crazy when they heard I had a song with Lil Tunechi b**h, get some ice and pour my Sprite And light my bong and my doobies f** your producer, I'm the one who be Producing my music I'm a hippie surrounded by a lot of pot co*k the semi Drop you like an Otterbox They sleeping on me like I'm rapping with a blanket k** a n***a, have him thinking that he planking [Verse 4 : Lil Wayne] All-red plaid shirt, skinny a** jeans on Them goons at your front door, choppers out: "ding dong Didn't I change the game and put my motherf**ing team on Now let my chopper ring, blaka is my ringtone f** you ho-a** n***as, I get money and get over hoes We hold court with them heaters, pop case open/closed Looking for a b**h to hop up on my totem pole And my blunt be stupid-fat, double-stuffed Oreos I get loaded til I motherf**ing overload Been rapping, flows still tight like aerobic's clothes Ask them b**hes, I told em hoes They back it up like Sonny drive in Bronx Tale, Calogero Lighter in my pocket, light the sky rocket Pull them hammers out and run them n***a's like stockings Got some n***as from my city Thugga, Dizzy, Flow Sorry for the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV, beyotch