Terrance Thorton lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, hit it from the back, put that ass in air-air
Used to get that pack and hide it in my granny stairwell
She respect my hustle cause she grew up on welfare
Told me if I get caught, I better never tell-tell
I am yo pusha man, God blessed me, in love with my tecky
Don’t call me by my government, b*tch you ain't special
I feel bad for all the b*tches that done left me

[Verse 1]
Came out with a plan, Lunch Crew, n*ggas like "What the f*ck?"
I ain't f*ckin with it, I had to double up
One deep, put my plan in motion, now I’m coming up
Pull my di*k out to kiss and b*tches pucker up
Selling dope out my granny house but she forgave me
'f*ck you expect? b*tch, I’m a 90s baby
Eating Wendy’s, reminiscing how I had cases pending
Rihanna want a million for that pus*y, I’ma spend it
Don’t got a million dawg, I’m straight up cappin'
Either we boxing or we shooting, 'cause it’s straight up action
Get a job or distribute, wrap that sh*t in plastic
My mama and daddy was just f*ckin, I’ma straight up bast*rd

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, hit it from the back, put that ass in air-air
Used to get that pack and hide it in my granny stairwell
She respect my hustle cause she grew up on welfare
Told me if I get caught, I better never tell-tell
I am yo pusha man, God blessed me, in love with my tecky
Don’t call me by my government, b*tch, you ain't special
I feel bad for all the b*tches that done left me
[Verse 2]
My daddy smoked crack my whole life and he still cluckin'
Be at the store beggin for money, but I still love 'em
b*tch got indicted for that swipe and she still punching
I don’t give a f*ck if she got herpes, b*tch, I’m still f*ckin'
I’m a trip, I’m always taking a risk
I call my b*tch Ella Mai, she always trippin' and sh*t
Sell a n*gga a '35, I’ma take me a zip
I got a white b*tch who top me after taking a sh*t
Born with hustle I was brought up in the slums
You can hustle anything, selling bubble to some gum
Sold my old uncle packs, b*tch, I’m gettin' it how it come
You gon' die a memory, you go outside without that gun
My n*gga grew 1000 pounds, I call 'em hydropilot
Bad b*tch, her pus*y open like a movie drive-in
I don’t sell drugs no more, I just write about it
These n*ggas stealing sauce, b*tch, I’m big thousand island
Zeke and Nae Nae made me but Bobo f*ckin' raised me
And I stopped selling dope, my mama still don’t appreciate me
I DM’d Biggs Burke like, "n*gga, put the bank on me"
Shooting Celo I’m the mothaf*ckin' bank, homie
Thought I was a charlotte n*gga, I’m goin blank on 'em
And I don’t want the pus*y if it don’t got a twang on it