Internet Thuggin
Yeah, better go drop another song, and stop cappin in yo raps
(Stop The Cap!)
I know Geo you a bitch, and yo big homie is a rat (Rat!)
After listening to Dangerous, say you gangsta, imagine that
I be smoking on this Geo Pack, it got me high as fuck
Man said that he was Crip, but he ain't ever pulling up (Nah)
But this bitch really a fan, catch me riding through New York
We on 2264 Stuart Street, let's get it up (Gang!)
On 111 Bonnie Drive, we got niggas pullin up (Northside!)
You Diana child, lul bitch nigga, I've been knew what it was (Pussy!)
Don't make me send my lul bro, to make Arianna his slut (Yeah!)
Nigga claim that he so gangsta, tell me why Jay beat you up (Damn!)
Grier Middle School, got yo ass beat like a busta (Busta!)
Bitches ain't fuck with you, you got played like a sucka (Sucka!)
Playing iMessage games for some pussy, you a sucka (Damn!)
Niggas act like faggots, always worried bout another nigga
If I'm in the city, bitch you know I got that blicky with me
(Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom!)
Internet Thuggin, but in person it's different energy (Huh?)
Niggas wanna hate on me, but they just really into me (Damn!)
He say he getting money, but ain't ever seen a band
Nigga talk a lot, until we pulled up to McMahon (Mahon!)
Nigga you a bitch, just like your motherfucking dad (Dad!)
You ain't in the field, you was the good kid in class (Class)
Yeah we up 2-0, pussy nigga you in last (Last)
Now Geo you ain't gangsta boy, I know that you a bitch
Got me feeling like I'm Santa Claus, I'll add him to the list
And we smoking on Avetis Pack, let him rest up in piss
This for Donnie and Robbie, them other niggas be some licks
Jay know he the bro, so don't even trip off this shit
And I called Geo mama today, she said, he won't even Crip
Nigga be faking for the gram, I've been knew that he ain't on shit
Half a million-dollar crib, how the fuck you came from the bricks damn
Grier Middle School, l got yo ass beat like a busta
Don't make me call my lul bro, make Arianna suck him
Yo sister be the main slut, I should run a train with my brothers
You can't squash no shit with me, I'm only talking when its numbers
(Stop The Cap!)
I know Geo you a bitch, and yo big homie is a rat (Rat!)
After listening to Dangerous, say you gangsta, imagine that
I be smoking on this Geo Pack, it got me high as fuck
Man said that he was Crip, but he ain't ever pulling up (Nah)
But this bitch really a fan, catch me riding through New York
We on 2264 Stuart Street, let's get it up (Gang!)
On 111 Bonnie Drive, we got niggas pullin up (Northside!)
You Diana child, lul bitch nigga, I've been knew what it was (Pussy!)
Don't make me send my lul bro, to make Arianna his slut (Yeah!)
Nigga claim that he so gangsta, tell me why Jay beat you up (Damn!)
Grier Middle School, got yo ass beat like a busta (Busta!)
Bitches ain't fuck with you, you got played like a sucka (Sucka!)
Playing iMessage games for some pussy, you a sucka (Damn!)
Niggas act like faggots, always worried bout another nigga
If I'm in the city, bitch you know I got that blicky with me
(Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom!)
Internet Thuggin, but in person it's different energy (Huh?)
Niggas wanna hate on me, but they just really into me (Damn!)
He say he getting money, but ain't ever seen a band
Nigga talk a lot, until we pulled up to McMahon (Mahon!)
Nigga you a bitch, just like your motherfucking dad (Dad!)
You ain't in the field, you was the good kid in class (Class)
Yeah we up 2-0, pussy nigga you in last (Last)
Now Geo you ain't gangsta boy, I know that you a bitch
Got me feeling like I'm Santa Claus, I'll add him to the list
And we smoking on Avetis Pack, let him rest up in piss
This for Donnie and Robbie, them other niggas be some licks
Jay know he the bro, so don't even trip off this shit
And I called Geo mama today, she said, he won't even Crip
Nigga be faking for the gram, I've been knew that he ain't on shit
Half a million-dollar crib, how the fuck you came from the bricks damn
Grier Middle School, l got yo ass beat like a busta
Don't make me call my lul bro, make Arianna suck him
Yo sister be the main slut, I should run a train with my brothers
You can't squash no shit with me, I'm only talking when its numbers
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Writer(s): Shane Ross
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