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歌手: JID • 专辑:God Does Like Ugly (Preluxe Edition) • 发布时间:2025-08-07
作词 : Destin Route/John Welch/Shakari Linder
 作曲 : Destin Route/John Welch/Shakari Linder
 Uh
 Look, uh
 Look
 Dawg, uh

 They say you throwed out, gangsta, gangsta
 Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous
 Drained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?
 Banged up, banger (Look at this)
 Tell them bitches stop playin' with us (Uh, look)

 I feel the anger, all way down to my ankles (Yeah)
 Tryna keep ahead, so yeah, I keep one in the chamber (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Puttin' shit to bed, we all blessed, fed and thankful (Yeah)
 Puttin' shit to bed, he bled tears, shed, painful
 It's goin' to my head, don't let that picture that they paint you in reflection turn deception in your brain
 You want respect? Then give the same (Uh)
 Dealin' with some real shit, they fakin' beef, we creating
 Call it competition, feel more like it's class participation
 Get the gloves out, bang the banger
 It ain't no love down south, memories painful
 My partner got the plug down south, Cartagena
 Flew to Colombia, work muchos buenos
 Shawty, you too thugged out (Gangsta, gangsta)
 Nah, **** it, they say you too tough
 Exterior black, ugly and rough (Yeah)
 Inferior to shirt and ties, suit with the tux (Uh)
 Tempered, you ****ity, sick and tired, he turned shit up
 Bear wires, but not a bad guy
 You know how black lives (don't) matter
 We see the dead-end, the pattern apply
 Don't feel pity, throw a party, nigga, pass me the mic
 I be thinkin' maybe Martin was wrong, Malcolm was right

 **** it, we thugged out, gangsta, gangsta
 Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous
 Dranked and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?
 Banged up, banger
 Tell them bitches stop playin' with us

 Gangsta, gangsta (Gangsta)
 Gangsta, gangsta
 Uh, look, yeah

 I left the flame, to hit the game but had to park on the deck
 Took everything from out the whip besides the change and the stick
 It's hella dark, you can't see shit behind this ten percent tint
 I should get five percent tint, I been on all kinds of mischief
 Probably when I'm ridin' through the city
 Cops think I'm ridin' around to get it
 Like I'm Tity, tryna get money, 'cause the economy is shitty
 Mind your business, write up the ticket while I'm windin' up the window
 Saints and Falcons, rivalry weekend and this time, we gotta win it
 You know I'm all about the business
 Back then, took MARTA out to Kensington
 Got my Jordan's out the flea market, just got started reminiscin'
 'Bout all them cards we tried to crack
 Smash it, them doors we used to kick
 Jack shit, we was sleepin' on the floors, way more important to the script
 In another series of events, lot of shit, it be very unfortunate
 Like I mentioned, we at the game finna go, and I'm feelin' a sudden suspense
 I get in my car, see some glass by the door, and I'm like, "What the **** is this?"
 I knew what it was, the stadium right in the hood and my window was busted
 Now I feel all the blood, it's rushin'
 Take a second, a minute, adjustment
 Had a couple things, but if they ain't found my banger, they ain't really get nothin' (Come on, bruh)
 Thank God, dang, you little niggas took everything, from the spare tires, to the spare change
 The insurance papers, and some blunt spray
 What the **** would they want with that anyway?
 But we in Atlanta, you could see the channels, man, that shit gon' happen every, any day
 Might not see bandanas, but he squeeze the hammer like he John Henry tryna beat the train
 Havin' fun with it, bunch of young niggas tryna feel numb to the pain
 I ain't trippin' 'cause I know who responsible, it's the mother****ers that be claimin' that

 We too thugged out, gangsta, gangsta
 Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous
 Drained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?
 Banged up, banger
 Tell them bitches stop playin' with us (Uh, ****)

 Gangsta, gangsta (Gangsta)
 Gangsta, gangsta
 Haha
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