THOT 97 lyrics

by

Lupe Fiasco


[Intro]
DROGAS, yeah
THOT 97
THOT 97, n*gga

[Verse]
Masterpiece
Threaten these n*ggas like the bad police
This the word of God from the pastor cheeks
And you can take a bath in the wrath of leaks, surf, baptize
Give a n*gga my rap ties, metaphor, reservoir dog got cat lives
You can flip a coin, heads or tails, my n*gga, bet it lands on the flat side
Always be a winner
You can be a Mac, n*gga, I'mma be a printer
You can be a fat n*gga, I'mma be a sprinter
Top of the world, n*gga, you can ask Kenna
But trees got them paper n*gga, timber
Timber timber timber
Timber timber timber
You gotta have principles, Skinner, Skinner
Or I'mma be the fat n*gga, treat the finish line like a dinner time
And put on for my city like a Windy City wintertime
For as long as a one n*gga wanna feel a really pretty titty line, woo!
Now let's say I get carjacked
n*ggas like, "That's your new sh*t? Got that from who, sh*t? That look like Lu sh*t"
Then they bring the car back like it's Enterprise
Turnt when I was 18, had to start attackin' when I was 25
n*gga had the 9 at 14, I had the super V when I was 29
And I keep 30 in the 34, and I can hit the 10 like 20 times
n*gga had the fifties by the tubes, and you can count to 10 'bout 20 times!
THOT 97, THOT 97
That's a hundred-round clip and I shot 97
And I shot 90 weapons, what it doin'?
THOT 97, hundred in the chain and the watch 97
And I keep it hunnid like three more
And I'm feelin' like a boss, like Ebro
THOT 97, the coupe brand new but the drop from '97
I treat your top 10 like my bottom 97
Man I was in the trap house, n*gga, watchin' 9-11
Real sh*t, ain't see the first one hit, but I watched 'em fly the second
Beats get slayed, like a n*gga flyin' presents
Who put the flyest tapes in your fireplace?
I'mma tell you now, n*gga, I ain't even tryna wait
n*gga 'fore you waste my time, I'mma tell you right now
Fahrenheit had n*ggas on the fire 'scapes, woo!
Superman, Batman, Space Ghost, Mighty Mouse, n*gga all kinda capes
Tetsuo Season drop when it drop, n*gga I don't even know the date
THOT 97, THOT 97
That's a hundred-round clip and I shot 97
It's a hundred in the chain and the watch 97, what we doin'?
THOT 97, THOT 97
And I keep it hunnid like three more
Feelin' like a boss, like Ebro
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