Thug Melodies lyrics

[Intro: YNW Melly]
Hey

[Verse 1: YNW Melly]
I had to go get it and flip it and run it up, f*ck it I stacked it
Lil' Melly a savage, he ride in a stolen car, bustin' in traffic
Can't f*ck with the b*tch 'cause the b*tch is a pus*y b*tch, she got a daddy
And I might have to kill her daddy, we put pistols to your pappy
No, we are not from where you from, we don't care, we gon' dumb
I am before the b*tch, I might abort the mission, whoa
I cannot f*ck with her, we like to flip the pigeon
Desert eagle on my waist and you know I keep it with me
f*ck the society, b*tch I'm a savage
My b*tches flawless, your b*tches average
Don't run up on none of my n*ggas 'cause we whackin' sh*t
That forty make a pus*y n*gga moonwalk like Michael Jackson did
Who, pullin' up in a new car
Melly why you go so far?
I just want to go so far
I had to remix it and flip it and run in your house and I stacked it
Lil Melly a savage, he bustin' at pus*y n*ggas all in traffic
Ain't nothin' no pressure, I swear to God if I catch him I'ma blast him
No, I do not give no f*cks lil' b*tch, f*ck school, I don't go to classes
Thumbin' through a check, got a hundred bands, and on my mama the mansion
You say that you want it, you want it lil' jit, I hope you 'bout that action
b*tch I got Bloods from Miami all the way to damn Sebastian
pus*y n*gga why you asking, uh, hit his ass with a spatula
Whip it up, whip it up, flip it and then we gon' run it up
Remember when all of them b*tches didn't even f*ck with us
But now they be suckin' and f*ckin', them b*tches some bust 'em ups
The b*tch is a patient, she suckin' that di*k, man that b*tch is a customer
Bust 'em up, lay 'em down
Automatic SK hold a hundred rounds
Don't say a word, don't make a sound
Just hit the ground, it's goin' down
b*tch it's a robbery, get the f*ck on the floor 'fore I have to bust you
These f*ck n*ggas say that they on it but these n*ggas sweeter than some gushers
Melly got the SK, that b*tch gon' sing like it's Usher
You ain't with it then f*ck you, chopper eat you for supper
[Verse 2: Project Youngin]
I really came from them trenches, yeah I'm straight out the bottom
Any n*gga want problems, load up them choppers, we gon' go solve 'em
They don't know how it feel, when I was broke
Yeah them tears was fallin'
Plottin' on them licks, slidin' in stolen whips
Back street, we was really crawlin'
Anything for a dollar, that's where my mind was at
All I know is hustle, seein' my mama struggle, I wasn't fine with that
Keep a deal if it ain't a mil, I ain't signing that
Saint Pete, b*tch I'm born and raised, that's where I'm grinding at
You don't know how it feel to be shackled, physically and mentally
These hoes be problems, they just want a dollar
Tell me is you really into me?
Other things aside, you can smoke and ride
Put my problems all on this beat
It's gon' be a problem when lil' Melly free, ayy
This thug melodies
Gettin' money, we be kickin' it
You just internet thuggin', ain't with the sh*ts
Mention my name and we gon' get them sticks
Bust your brain, hit you with the blitz
For some change, I'ma send a hit
Know they keep them di*ks, call Ray and Nick
Really in the field, we be shaking sh*t
You don't how it feel, you just takin' pics
I really came from nothin' but I'm ballin' now
Two years later, Project Youngin who they talkin' 'bout
Couple hoes ain't wanna let me f*ck, they be stalkin' now
And I hate a b*tch always starting sh*t, tellin' lies like what you talkin' 'bout
Yeah, yeah, can't tell me nothin'
Yeah, I came up hustlin', yeah
This that thug melodies, they be feelin' me, hey
Lil Project Youngin man, can't tell me nothin' man
This thug melodies,and I can't wait 'til all my n*ggas free
[Outro: Project Youngin]
Yeah, hey, hey
Hey, yeah yeah, Youngin ho
It's lil' Project Youngin man, can't tell me nothin' man
Lil' Melly, what's up man? 772 to the 727, you feel me