| PYT, poor young thug,? |
| To hit a nigga wit a slug, wormin' around town |
| lookin' for this bitch to fuck, and if she can’t hang |
| she can get the nut, tis a dog bed to the fours |
| and on floors, for enought talkin' cause wit big dresses |
| no bra’s, let me run it through ya stomach, baby |
| thug life, down dirty and dumb from a cum and blunted |
| up and down like a roller-coaster, let me hit |
| it from the back, to you can relax from the over-doser |
| I take my time baby, when you get ya clothes off |
| doin' every thing in my power, to get the hoes off |
| from back, I feel ya pains and aches, but Huessin can’t wait |
| who can play me? outdate, dime after dime |
| love ain’t for thugs, brown-nosin' niggas, nose dirty as the mud |
| I get the real honeyz, I showed you how to chill honey |
| the best dressed, respect me with the most real money |
| (Singer) Take your time young thug |
| (Fatal) Murder one cases, faces, chance |
| (Singer) Cuz, you fall in love |
| Lyrics |
| (Fatal) Thug get the money, strip streets and drugs |
| (Singer) Huessin takes away my aches and pains |
| (Fatal) Criminal, ginaral is a dog Huessin |
| (Singer) I’m here to tell you cuz, I have no shame |
| (Fatal) And the way he toss it up, will never get me out the game |
| (Singer) Wanna get a girl, who’s down for mine |
| (Fatal) Only ride for you, if you ride for me |
| (Singer) The way he sticks it in, and takes his time |
| (Fatal) Nasty new, PYT, dem come for free |
| (Verse two) |
| You know I love it, when you got the thong in |
| when I stick it in, and take my time, sweetheart you all in |
| baby girl, you make fade the world, tryin' get ya |
| all the niggas wit, to confident I won’t hit cha |
| the wildest thug nigga, you can profile |
| In combat, react, criminalies, on a? |
| I’ll give you ya space, keep these punks out ya face |
| put them hoes in place, tryin' play me like a ace |
| ain’t no tellin', who jellin', on or behind my back |
| I just love it when you cum, cuz I get high and relax |
| (Verse three) |
| You want the cheddar, and when I go down sell my Bertta |
| rock all my sweaters, and write nasty love letters |
| thinkin' bout where I got my tat-tat, on the medal bars |
| servin' them getto stars, wit a black mat |
| I’m only mobbin' cuz I be, do a quick stick, hit a lick |
| wit a trigger like a robbery, and stake honeyz make money |
| the same way, them outlaw niggas from ya fake, hood take money |