[Chorus: x8]

How many niggas living ruff rugged and raw



[Boy Backs]

Hey yo, im like a flame thrower

Top notch name knower

Games over cherry red Range Rover

Sold boulders till marijuana took over

Freestylist Richard Allen crack viles



[Tommy Hill]

Live for the gangsters in the club that'll shank ya

Make moves on prowl like a shark for the paper

My mans like a theif in the night

Im like a theif in your wife

He awake ya I get you later



[Boy Backs]

Lets take it back 80's I'll be picking your wallet

On trial with the state wanna book me solid

Rap speech hollers flow like im Christopher Wallace

Baby baby Blueface crazy crazy



[Tommy Hill]

Live for the Blue G bad bitches eating sushee

With Eppy up in a mansion out in Scranton

I stand for ruff rugged raw

And I dont care for the mother fucking law

And I came here for to tell you all

I do it way big thats the mother fucking deal

He's all right but he's not Hill

He's all right but he's not Hill



[Chorus: x8]



[Six Nine]

All my niggas tattoed up, form legondary statued up

Watch your back in my hood niggas will snatch you up

Snake niggas be the fake niggas

I barely speak cause I dont know how to take niggas

Only streets put work in the game, now im hurting to gain

Old flames even try to throw dirt on my name

On 28 im like the god sent

Them Richard Allen bitches like where they find him

He be with Hill in that big Range

You see them niggas with them big chains

They be gettin big doe they be doing big things

Hoes flock when I walk through the old block

I got it locked my nigga Feece run the whole block

Ghetto superstar chains shine when the sun out

My niggas leave the club its real with they guns out

Life is like a fantasy up in the hood

Still catch me in a hooptey rolling up backwards

Aint no jailing aint no telling the felons feelings

Charlie never been convicted for the dealing

Con never been convicted for the killing

But in an instant Hill trust me I will kill him



[Chorus: x8]



[Suave]

Conquered the game sick nigga 5 to a 6 nigga

6 figgas got it stacked up rich nigga

Who you spittin for thugs or them broads

Me I spit for the elite with heat

I stay low key ride the hooptey yeah you know me

Cock sucker blow me legand like Opey

Stack grands usually spend it on goochie

Linen in the prada joints short sleeve cool G

Chain smackin my balls wrist semi gloss

Lights out arm to the moon its back on

I cant help how these broads wanna fuck me man

Got a ?? be grand damn lovely fam

I spit bars that hang glide bump in your ride

Bring it on your wrong right im out smoking 9

Let a nigga hit a thousand bars like miles to mars

Star or a no name nigga I kill em all



[Chorus x8]