intro
Y'all know it's on again, right? (Yeah)
Now y'all know y'all done fucked up, right?
Y'all know you can't fuck with double R (yeah)
So why the fuck y'all keep tryin'?
chorus
I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
chorus
I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
verse
Yo, I be the D-R-A-G dash
Y'all niggas foot slim 'cause bullets make your feet fast
We throw babies in the trash
Drag don't play with little gats
Crib like McDonalds nothin' but Big Macs
verse
Bitch, place your order now, stay in line
I only fuck with broke niggas that straight depend on crime (yeah, yeah)
You straight pussy, so fuck your ass cap
'Cause in jail, they'll put your cap where your ass at, you ass black
verse
Projects, that's where Drag at
But if I don't got my gun, that's where ya gon' get stabbed at, boy
As a young, I never grabbed that toy
Drag was taught to grab that and ask, "Where the cash at?"
verse
You think we shoot his pocket sides, deuce-deuce the 25s (come on)
You ain't takin' 'em, nigga, you threatenin' lives
I ain't frontin', motherfucker, I don't shoot no legs (nah)
I'm tryna see if your brains really look like eggs (bra-bra-bra)
verse
Or is it just that commercial? Your brain on drugs
Now it's a total different look from these shotgun slugs (come on)
To get rich, it could take less than two days (uh-uh)
I'm like them little beepers half's and bullets two-ways (ah)
verse
Fuck vests, my shit go through toupees'
I'm a thug in New York and when I'm on your set (uh)
We the apartment where they filmed good times at (ha-ah)
Bitch, what the fuck? I'm a thug nigga
chorus
I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
chorus
I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
verse
Weight on my back, hate in my heart, blood in my eye
Foot on the gas, blunt in my mouth, lovin' the ride
Hand on the gun, ear to the street, back to the wall
Mind on my money while I'm clappin' at y'all
verse
I got niggas in jail, crack in the hood, hustle in south
Fiends and customers that run in your house
I got family ties, I'm handy with knives
I live my life in the ghetto, nose candy and .9s
Sleep with ghost, wake with a demon
Have visions of the whole world shaking and screaming (aghh)
chorus
I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
chorus
I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
verse
Bitches is so sick, they throw up
So scared, they don't even come around in places that I show up
Go 'head, nigga, put your dough up
Me against who? Nigga, grow up
Bitches choke, can't even get their flow up
verse
I ain't got no fear 'bout you bitches in the industry
Actin' all confused, don't know who you supposed to be
Chickens lost, steady worryin' 'bout who's dick is tossed
Stop stallin', better get this thing before it's gone
verse
But I ain't mad 'cause I ain't gon' pass it on
Callin' askin' can you get on my shit 'cause your cash is gone
You won't get no sales off of me, bitch please
Pitbull run with dogs, I don't like fleas
chorus
I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
chorus
I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Sean Jacobs, David Styles, Eve Jeffers, Mel Jason Smalls, Kasseem Dean, Jason Phillips