My Row Dawg (Tired of Being a Thug) ft. 280Rocco Lyrics

We been poppin' bottles in the club, now we poppin' at you dubs, cause you ain't gon take my row dawg.

And I swear the money was so good, but I'm tired of bein' a thug, but the streets is all I know, dawg.

Put a half a quarter in a wood, what I'm smokin on to good, I just act like I don't know y'all

'Cause I was just fucked up down the road, and I couldn't trust a soul, I could barely make a store call.

We been poppin' bottles in the club, now we poppin' at you dubs, cause you ain't gon take my row dawg.

And I swear the money was so good, but I'm tired of bein' a thug, but the streets is all I know, dawg.

Put a half a quarter in a wood, now I'm smokin on some good, I just act like I don't know y'all

'Cause I was just fucked up down the road, and I couldn't trust a soul, I could barely make a store call.

I can't trust a soul (no) shorty say I'm bold (bold)

Yeah, I watch my clothes, (yeah) but I would never fold (never)

Forever on go, (go) feelin' like I'm chose

Couple snakes, hiss, (hiss), oh, his bitch chose.

I'm a motherfuckin' king, chain saying bling, she a angel with some wings, cover like my jeans,

Real DNA in my jeans barely say a thing, cause I came from serving fiends, you know what I mean,

Keep it on the hush, I made your bitch lust, she gave me a rush, rather that than fuss, (I do)

I'm not tryna backtrack, make me whack that, turn you into a weasel, that's a fact fact,

Roll your man up, that's a pack pack, bitch, I got it out the mud, I had to stash that

Got it out the mud, you know I'm a thug (thug) I see you niggas slugs, what's up?

We been poppin' bottles in the club, now we poppin' at you dubs, cause you ain't gon take my row dawg.

And I swear the money was so good, but I'm tired of bein' a thug, but the streets is all I know, dawg.

Put a half a quarter in a wood, what I'm smokin on to good, I just act like I don't know y'all

'Cause I was just fucked up down the road, and I couldn't trust a soul, I could barely make a store call.

(Put a half a quarter in a wood, what I'm smokin on to good, I just act like I don't know y'all

'cause I was just fucked up down the road, and I couldn't trust a soul, I could barely make a store call.)