Letra de Side

CashMoneyAP Ayy I ain't gotta ask, I know my mama proud of me And my nigga, we was thuggin', we was doin' robberies You ain't gotta ask if it's on me, it's on the side Every time that a young nigga ride Hundred shots up out this chopper, let 'em glide I can't let 'em slide, 'cause it fuck with my pride I'm in the club with my glizzy and my blicky Tryin' not to hurt somebody, ayy 'Cause I was stuck up in the storm when the rain came We don't care where it's at, we do it broad day I let the opps run the city, tryna maintain Goin' down the wrong road gave me road rage I had to tell 'em we ain't goin' for nothin', don't know what the squad on A rich nigga like the lotto, sippin' moscato I put a nigga on the news, I probably read 'bout him Her head super-duper fire, made her head throttle He say, "Tell me the meanin' of a thug" I'd rather be a gangster 'cause I can't show no love 'Fore I do my dirt, I mask it on with a glove If he get up in my way, then I'ma hit him with a slug, yeah, yeah I ain't gotta ask, I know my mama proud of me And my nigga, we was thuggin', we was doin' robberies You ain't gotta ask if it's on me, it's on the side Every time that a young nigga ride Hundred shots up out this chopper, let 'em glide I can't let 'em slide, 'cause it fuck with my pride I'm in the club with my glizzy and my blicky Tryin' not to hurt somebody (Nah, nah, nah, nah) Ayy, got my glizzy and my blicky, tryin' not to hurt somebody Nah, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah Bum, bum, NLE the top shotta, yeah Got them bombs like Al-Qaeda