XityBoyz - Thugga Flo (feat. XB Blasé, Head$tone & XB Cartier)

No I'm not trying to debate
I'm trying to fuck thots
And get high today
I pull up that big body frame
Got damn I can't even hide the wraith
Audemar blinding I got some
Diamond shinning all in the face
Beating that bitch from behind
She turning around she loving the taste
I was gone go on a race
My lawyer just told me we beating the case
Niggas don't know what it takes
Imma run that shit up
I ain't taking no break
No I'm not trying to debate
I'm trying to fuck thots
And get high today
I pull up that big body frame
Got damn I can't even hide the wraith

Wrist on me so cold
All the bricks on me got sold
Your bro he fake he told
This Rollie is two tone
Keep a bad bitch at my home
Come snatch me I don't know
Come thru with the stick Rambo
220 on the dash lambo fuck it up fuck it up
Get to that bag yea we run it up
Can't find this in store this a one of one
And my dog pushing P's not the wunna ones
Think it's sweet the chop hold a whole honey bun
Bitch I popped out the cut like I'm hunting some
And I'm gone off the drugs like a jug or some
And I got the block hot like I'm cooking some
Got a bag of the runts and some cookies some
Cartier get to crazy chopper with the scope
Don't need no laser I move swift like that bitch taylor

Shit no I'm not trying to debate
Get shot in yo head and get thrown in a lake
Face shot boom JFK
Jump on a jet fly to Kuwait
Hibachi with rice I don't know the price
Cut that shit up with some shrimp and some steak
Run that shit up watch how they hate
Duece to a four four to a eight
Fuck yo advice I'm rolling da dice
Flushing the hemi when I see blue lights
Still SOS shooting on sight
Ain't no way in hell we fight
This cutter gone sing like McKnight
Filling yo body with lead
Stoping the growth of ya dreads
Aim for ya wig and spray it spritz
Smoking out the pound at the ritz
Keep a FN cook a nigga shit like grits
Infrared scope don't need no laser
Aim dead on I cannot graze ya
Nigga you a bitch who the hell raised ya
This 556 real hell raiser
Shooting like we playing for the blazers
Nah I ain't trying to debate ya
Slime you motherfuckers out
Gotta make it out the south

No I'm not trying to debate
I'm trying to fuck thots
And get high today
I pull up that big body frame
Got damn I can't even hide the wraith
Audemar blinding I got some
Diamond shinning all in the face
Beating that bitch from behind
She turning around she loving the taste
I was gone go on a race
My lawyer just told me we beating the case
Niggas don't know what it takes
Imma run that shit up
I ain't taking no break
No I'm not trying to debate
I'm trying to fuck thots
And get high today
I pull up that big body frame
Got damn I can't even hide the wraith

Promise I'm not leaving out crib without my Nina
Maybach seats is Tempur-Pedic
Where that perky bitch I'm feigning
Whip that pot like Ike and Tina
Pick your thot up in a demon
Big baleniciga I can't crease 'em
Your shit fake I heard it squeaking
I just cracked a seal I'm leaning
Feel like Cartier I'm geeking
Know we taxing for them features
Diamonds wet like Aquafina
Keep a tec but ain't no ref
We shooting shit up like we steph
Couple thousand when I step
Got big baguettes on my neck

No I'm not trying to debate
I'm trying to fuck thots
And get high today
I pull up that big body frame
Got damn I can't even hide the wraith
Audemar blinding I got some
Diamond shinning all in the face
Beating that bitch from behind
She turning around she loving the taste

Written by:
Dante King, Malik Whitley, Tre'Shaun Lowder

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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