Tha Hurt Reloaded [Explicit] – Tha True Showtime

Tha Hurt Reloaded

Tha True Showtime

Hip-Hop/Rap

39 songs, x hour xx minutes

Releasing: September 11, 2020

℗ 2020 Str Pwr Records

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Despite the success and popularity Tha True Showtime was gaining in 2016 from his first two projects, “Tha Hurt” and “Tha Basics”; He chose to take an intermission for artist development with super producer and artist developer, Tommi Valentino. Seeing the growth in his skills and music quality, Tommi inspired him to redo his first two projects. With the reproduction of previous songs, the addition of 18 new songs, and working with upcoming producers: Dre Beatz, Weatherman Beatz, Vybe Beatz, Big K Beats, & many more; Show now gives the world “Tha Hurt Reloaded”, an announcement to the industry that he is back to reign supreme.

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Lyrics

Intro: Aye say cuz

What tha fuck is wrong wit these fuck niggas nowadays bruh

It’s like everywhere you go

U gotta c a fuck nigga in tha corner of yo eye standin ova there hatin on u & shit

So what tha fuck we gon do

We gon give these fuck niggas “Tha Hurt” bruh

& if u wanna kno what tha fuck “Tha Hurt” is bruh

I’ma show ya ass what tha fuck “Tha Hurt” is bruh

“Tha Hurt” is what we give to fuck niggas

Who wanna act like they a real nigga & they kno they really ain’t bout that shit

We stuntin in niggas’ cars, we jackin they shit

We shootin thru windows, we blowin up houses nigga

We even takin niggas’ bitches nigga

Makin they ass cover they face when they walk thru tha hood my nigga

“Tha Hurt” is where u take a fuck nigga & u prove they a bitch, pussy ass nigga

& u break they dick off in tha dirt my nigga

So without further ado

Here’s “Tha Hurt”

Written By: Antoine Le’velle Lewis Harden (Tha True Showtime)

Produced By: Luger Beats

Executive Producer: Tha True Showtime

Mixtape: Tha Hurt

℗ 2015 Str Pwr Records

Lyrics

Intro: These fuck niggas really trippin out this bitch bruh bruh

So I gotta inform my real niggas on what they should do when they see a fuck nigga

Everytime a fuck nigga turn tha corner all that nigga need to hear is

(Bang; Bang; Bang, Bang)

Hook: If u a fuck nigga, I ain’t fuckin witcha (fuckin witcha)

U a fuck nigga, so I don’t fuck witcha (fuck witcha)

Niggas b schemin, so I don’t trust niggas (trust niggas)

Try 2 play me & I’ma bust nigga (bust nigga)

Everytime I c ya (Bang; Bang, Bang)

Don’t even have 2 greet ya (Bang; Bang, Bang)

B4 yo ass can snitch (Bang; Bang, Bang)

Off tha rip nigga u a bitch (Bang; Bang, Bang)

If u a fuck nigga, I ain’t fuckin witcha (fuckin witcha)

U a fuck nigga, so I don’t fuck witcha (fuck witcha)

Niggas b schemin, so I don’t trust niggas (trust niggas)

Try 2 play me & I’ma bust nigga (bust nigga)

Everytime I c u (Bang; Bang, Bang)

Don’t even have 2 greet u (Bang; Bang, Bang)

B4 yo ass can snitch (Bang; Bang, Bang)

Off tha rip nigga u a bitch (Bang; Bang, Bang)

Verse 1: Fuck wit a fuck nigga; where they do that at? (where they do that at?)

B4 u turn tha corner, I’m pullin out tha gat (tha gat)

B4 u think bout trappin me, yo ass is gettin whacked (on tha house)

Gettin caught up wit tha feds, I don’t fuck wit that (fuck no)

I kno tha shit, I seen tha shit, been round tha block b4 (been round it)

My mind got instincts, so it ain’t no squares in my circle (4 real)

Keep yo friends near, yo enemies closer; yeen kno (u surprised)

They’ll fuck u up & b rite unda u strapped wit C-4 (have yo ass blown)

Listen up lil nigga, I’m tellin u how tha game go (I kno it)

Tha best way 2 get a nigga is up close & personal (in yo face)

These fuck niggas will b frontin like it’s all gravy (all gravy)

U betta b on yo P’s & Q’s, cuz these niggas shady (these niggas shady)

Hook: If u a fuck nigga, I ain’t fuckin witcha (fuckin witcha)

U a fuck nigga, so I don’t fuck witcha (fuck witcha)

Niggas b schemin, so I don’t trust niggas (trust niggas)

Try 2 play me & I’ma bust nigga (bust nigga)

Everytime I c ya (Bang; Bang, Bang)

Don’t even have 2 greet ya (Bang; Bang, Bang)

B4 yo ass can snitch (Bang; Bang, Bang)

Off tha rip nigga u a bitch (Bang; Bang, Bang)

If u a fuck nigga, I ain’t fuckin witcha (fuckin witcha)

U a fuck nigga, so I don’t fuck witcha (fuck witcha)

Niggas b schemin, so I don’t trust niggas (trust niggas)

Try 2 play me & I’ma bust nigga (bust nigga)

Everytime I c u (Bang; Bang, Bang)

Don’t even have 2 greet u (Bang; Bang, Bang)

B4 yo ass can snitch (Bang; Bang, Bang)

Off tha rip nigga u a bitch (Bang; Bang, Bang)

Bridge: (Bang… Bang… Bang… Bang, Bang)

Uh huh… Spray his ass

(Bang… Bang… Bang… Bang, Bang)

Yea… Aye get his ass

(Bang… Bang… Bang… Bang, Bang)

Uh huh… Spray his ass

(Bang… Bang… Bang… Bang, Bang)

Yea… Aye get his ass

Verse 2: I’m 2 real 4 this shit (shit); u fuck niggas I don’t fuck wit (hell naw)

Get up out my face, put yo hands up, & back up b4 I stick (12)

Real recognize real (real); & fuck nigga u don’t look familiar (naw u don’t)

U a fuck nigga at heart, so our bloodstreams ain’t similar (not even close)

Ya’ll fuck niggas stay mad at me, but shit really I don’t give 3 fucks (& yeen kno it)

Ya’ll asses b trippin, talkin all that bullshit, but we kno what’s up (we kno what’s up)

If u didn’t kno, I’m tha man; I kno this shit like tha back of my hand (I do)

Most of ya’ll niggas ain’t real; ya’ll try 2 b that nigga anyway that u can (u fake)

I kno u get a bad situation everytime u mix fake wit real (them 2 don’t mix)

Fuck wit this nigga rite here & pain my whole team gon give (u pussy)

We really bout this shit ova this way; we do this shit like everyday

Choppa on tha hip, 4rm me a fuck nigga get no breaks (Tha Hurt)

Fuck niggas betta have my money huh (huh)

Cuz I’m quick 2 jugg that ass 4 that money huh (huh)

Cuz I’m like Plies (Plies); tax a nigga wit a fuck nigga fee (fee)

If ya ain’t real, then u get no deals 4rm me (str8 like that)

Hook: If u a fuck nigga, I ain’t fuckin witcha (fuckin witcha)

U a fuck nigga, so I don’t fuck witcha (fuck witcha)

Niggas b schemin, so I don’t trust niggas (trust niggas)

Try 2 play me & I’ma bust nigga (bust nigga)

Everytime I c ya (Bang; Bang, Bang)

Don’t even have 2 greet ya (Bang; Bang, Bang)

B4 yo ass can snitch (Bang; Bang, Bang)

Off tha rip nigga u a bitch (Bang; Bang, Bang)

If u a fuck nigga, I ain’t fuckin witcha (fuckin witcha)

U a fuck nigga, so I don’t fuck witcha (fuck witcha)

Niggas b schemin, so I don’t trust niggas (trust niggas)

Try 2 play me & I’ma bust nigga (bust nigga)

Everytime I c u (Bang; Bang, Bang)

Don’t even have 2 greet u (Bang; Bang, Bang)

B4 yo ass can snitch (Bang; Bang, Bang)

Off tha rip nigga u a bitch (Bang; Bang, Bang)

Outro: (Bang… Bang… Bang… Bang, Bang)

Uh huh… Spray his ass

(Bang… Bang… Bang… Bang, Bang)

Yea… Aye get his ass

(Bang… Bang… Bang… Bang, Bang)

Uh huh… Spray his ass

(Bang… Bang… Bang… Bang, Bang)

Yea… Aye get his ass

(Bang… Bang… Bang… Bang, Bang)

Written By: Antoine Le’velle Lewis Harden (Tha True Showtime)

Produced By: LiL’ Chriiz

Executive Producer: Tha True Showtime

Mixtape: Tha Hurt

℗ 2015 Str Pwr Records

Lyrics

[musical intro]

Hook: If u run off at tha mouth, u betta come wit it

& if u really bout that life, u betta come wit it

& I don’t play wit this thang, u betta come wit it

Boy bring yo A-game; u betta come wit it

& If u feel like u can c me, nigga come wit it

Nigga I rolls wit tha heat, u betta come wit it

& if u really want tha beef, then nigga come wit it

Ya’ll niggas ain’t scarin me; ya’ll betta come wit it

Verse 1: I’m tha hardest of tha hard; nigga I’m bout that life (yea)

I’m tryna tell ya’ll I’m quick 2 take a nigga life (Tha Hurt)

These fuck niggas walkin round tha hood, caught em snitchin (huh?!?)

It’s real out here we leave them bitches wit them stitches (what?!?)

& I’m a real mouthafucka, games I don’t play (nuh uh)

I go ham when I pull out my AK (murkin)

I got that AK 47 on tha side wit a glock (twins)

Military equipped rounds, nigga we shootin non-stop (str8)

These fuck niggas get sad when I get hot (Tha Hurt)

Ya’ll got me supa mad, yea .38 hot (crucial)

& on tha real u bitch made niggas get up out my face

B4 I pull this heat out, cock it, & jus spray (u get tha hurt)

Hook: If u run off at tha mouth, u betta come wit it

& if u really bout that life, u betta come wit it

& I don’t play wit this thang, u betta come wit it

Boy bring yo A-game; u betta come wit it

& If u feel like u can c me, nigga come wit it

Nigga I rolls wit tha heat, u betta come wit it

& if u really want tha beef, then nigga come wit it

Ya’ll niggas ain’t scarin me; ya’ll betta come wit it

Verse 2: Aye go & get yo crew (go get em); already kno what u gon do (I kno it)

U talkin all that bullshit, but kill a nigga u ain’t gon do (fuck no)

I’m a real ass nigga (nigga); So u kno I got them figgas (them figgas)

& I roll wit them niggas (them niggas); that pull them triggas (we soldiers)

I’m on that Call of Duty shit, I’m hidin out in yo bushes (I’m in em bitch)

I got that sniper rifle wit tha red dot, I’m ducked off & I’m lookin (I’m lookin nigga)

& nigga we don’t need no spot, we waitin 4 ya at yo house (house)

As soon as u pull up, we shootin ain’t waitin 4 u 2 get out (out)

If a war is what u want, then a war is what yo ass gon get (get)

Send them missiles 2 yo mama house; hell yea blow up that shit (that shit)

I’m gone off that lean (lean); I’m gone off that loud (loud)

& this is what happens when fuck niggas decide 2 run off at they mouth (they get tha hurt)

Hook: If u run off at tha mouth, u betta come wit it

& if u really bout that life, u betta come wit it

& I don’t play wit this thang, u betta come wit it

Boy bring yo A-game; u betta come wit it

& If u feel like u can c me, nigga come wit it

Nigga I rolls wit tha heat, u betta come wit it

& if u really want tha beef, then nigga come wit it

Ya’ll niggas ain’t scarin me; ya’ll betta come wit it

Written By: Antoine Le’velle Lewis Harden (Tha True Showtime)

Produced By: Trackslammerz

Executive Producer: Tha True Showtime

Mixtape: Tha Hurt

℗ 2015 Str Pwr Records

Lyrics

Intro: Man everybody talkin bout tha dope game posed 2 b hard nowadays & all that bullshit cuz

These fuck niggas jus don’t kno what tha fuck 2 do wit this shit cuz

Shid, ya’ll need 2 get like me

This shit 2 easy, u feel me

This shit gravy dawg

I do this shit daily my nigga; 4 real

Hook: Early in tha mornin & I’m cookin wit them pots

I’m always in tha kitchen; that’s where shit get hot

I’m like OJ, I b whippin up tha babies

I do this in my sleep, boy tha dope game gravy

Early in tha mornin & I’m cookin wit them pots

I’m always in tha kitchen, that’s where shit get hot

I’m like OJ, I b rackin up tha babies

I’m tha kingpin, got tha dope game gravy

Verse 1: Wit this dope game I’m cocky, so all my guns stay cockin

I’m tha kingpin, cuz this dope game I’m lockin

U play this in tha club, bet them hoes get 2 rockin

I got so much money it won’t fit in my pockets

I’m gettin 2 hot; I think tha feds jus started watchin (it’s Showtime)

I’m makin 2 much money off this shit, so I ain’t stoppin (nope)

Yea, I’m on top; I’m tha king & I ain’t droppin

Got tha realest connects around tha world, so I ain’t floppin (fuck no)

Her mouth is tha cleaner; took my dick out started moppin (Mrs. Clean)

My nut’s a decoration, so I left her wit a toppin (call it whip cream)

Niggas say they wanna b down, but I say, “naw, I got it” (naw)

I’m on a 24 hr grind, so I’m always clockin (work flow)

I’m tha neighborhood hero (hero); I’m all about dinero (dinero)

I built it ground up like I was playin wit some legos

Mold tha cake up like it’s play dough (play dough)

I stay countin them bankrolls (bankrolls)

Tha mo cash that u get, tha harder it is 4 u 2 let go; I’m up

Hook: Early in tha mornin & I’m cookin wit them pots

I’m always in tha kitchen; that’s where shit get hot

I’m like OJ, I b whippin up tha babies

I do this in my sleep, boy tha dope game gravy

Early in tha mornin & I’m cookin wit them pots

I’m always in tha kitchen, that’s where shit get hot

I’m like OJ, I b rackin up tha babies

I’m tha kingpin, got tha dope game gravy

Verse 2: I think her name was Lisa (Lisa), or maybe it was Quisha (Quisha)

She a bad body, so I said, “nice 2 meet ya” (str8)

No double standards; we don’t play games wit bitches either (either)

I told her, “fuck wit my dope, then them sharks gon eatcha” (eatcha)

Tha dope game gravy (gravy), so that means it’s ntn

Place yo order, when u want it?; shit 2day?… dawg it’s ntn (it’s ntn)

Got so good at it that I’m turnt up water whiskin (whiskin)

I head up out tha door & pass em out like they some biscuits (homebaked)

Decided 2 go clubbin (clubbin); all these bitches lustin (they want a nigga)

They say they wanna fuck me; pulled my dick out, told em suck it (suck it hoe)

What tha fuck?; hold up bitch, ova here no cuffin (stupid hoe)

I fuck u hoes, get my nut, then it’s back 2 hustlin (back 2 gettin dough)

If my money ain’t rite (yea) that’s tha end of discussion (boy)

My team stay bustin, leave yo ass wit a concussion (boy)

& we all kno we mustn’t (naw), in a fuck nigga we ain’t trustin (naw)

Ain’t got time 2 b fussin (naw), so I leave yo ass gushin, then it’s

Hook: Early in tha mornin & I’m cookin wit them pots

I’m always in tha kitchen; that’s where shit get hot

I’m like OJ, I b whippin up tha babies

I do this in my sleep, boy tha dope game gravy

Early in tha mornin & I’m cookin wit them pots

I’m always in tha kitchen, that’s where shit get hot

I’m like OJ, I b rackin up tha babies

I’m tha kingpin, got tha dope game gravy

[musical outro]

Written By: Antoine Le’velle Lewis Harden (Tha True Showtime)

Produced By: Hunnid Beatz

Executive Producer: Tha True Showtime

Mixtape: Tha Hurt

℗ 2015 Str Pwr Records

Lyrics

[musical intro]

Hook: U can tell how I dress (I got that fye)

Look at tha ice round my neck (I got that fye)

Tha dopeman of my set (I got that fye)

Anythin u want u get (I got that fye)

Verse 1: I’m on tha scene fresh’d up & I’m lookin lovely (fye)

I don’t have 2 wait in line cuz everybody love me (fye)

We sneakin in thru tha back; guns u kno we totin (fye)

My coat pockets full of dro, so u kno we smokin (fye)

She’s a bad bitch so I let her smoke 4 free

Once she high af, she gon get down on her knees

Tha wet 4rm her mouth flowin down my dick like a stream

Pussy supa sweet we call that hoe Krispy Kreme

Hustlin day & nite tha game ain’t what it seems

Tha only break I get is when I’m up in her jeans

I like this bitch rite here becuz she fuckin wit tha team

I kno niggas mad cuz I’m livin a dope boy dream

Hook: U can tell how I dress (I got that fye)

Look at tha ice round my neck (I got that fye)

Tha dopeman of my set (I got that fye)

Anythin u want u get (I got that fye)

“Tha Hurt” (that fye)

My weed (that fye)

My work (that fye)

My heat (that fye)

My ice (that fye)

My clothes (that fye)

My ride (that fye)

My swag (that fye)

Verse 2: Boy I’m fye af, let me show y’all how 2 do it

Y’all don’t kno how 2 ball; I’ma teach y’all how 2 do it

Til tha time my head hit my pillow tha money I’m gettin 2 it

Soon as my foot hit tha flo money I’m gettin 2 it (fye)

I stay puttin in wrk (fye); fuck niggas gettin tha hurt (fye)

Hoes wit me they flirt (fye); gettin naked takin off shirts (fye)

Strippin takin off skirts (fye); head, I got that 1st (fye)

She spreaded them legs murk (fye); free tha pussy was worth (fye)

Y’all ain’t got it like me tho (fye); my check come wit alotta zeros (fye)

When u c me I got bout 3 hoes (fye); they classy, but all of em freaks tho (fye)

They love takin tha D tho (fye); I’m tha only one that fuck 4 free tho (fye)

They tried a nigga that wasn’t me tho (fye); they came back, he can’t do it like me tho (fye)

My house is full of dinero (fye); I stay runnin these streets folk (fye)

Block fuck niggas off these streets folk (fye); got shit on lock nigga yeen kno (fye)

Like Eazy-E ridin in a 6-4 (fye); y’all kno not 2 touch me tho (fye)

Have yo ass R.I.P. folk (fye); & my team stay gettin these c-notes (fye)

Hook: U can tell how I dress (I got that fye)

Look at tha ice round my neck (I got that fye)

Tha dopeman of my set (I got that fye)

Anythin u want u get (I got that fye)

“Tha Hurt” (that fye)

My weed (that fye)

My work (that fye)

My heat (that fye)

My ice (that fye)

My clothes (that fye)

My ride (that fye)

My swag (that fye)

Written By: Antoine Le’velle Lewis Harden (Tha True Showtime)

Produced By: Montaine Beatz

Executive Producer: Tha True Showtime

Mixtape: Tha Hurt

℗ 2015 Str Pwr Records

Lyrics

[musical intro]

Intro: Aye bruh… (What’s up?)

I feel like goin 2 tha club 2day (Why?)

Jus 2 give these fuck niggas tha hurt real quick like, u feel me? (I feel ya)

Jus re’d up on tha work, jus bought a new Bugatti

My niggas ready 2 catch a body

Come on bruh, I’m supa str8 (Let’s get it)

Hook: I got pounds of that work, so I’m supa str8

I’m goin ham in this bitch, so I’m supa str8

Fuck niggas gettin tha hurt, so I’m supa str8

I got yo bitch on my dick, so I’m supa str8

Boy I’m high off this weed, so I’m supa str8

I got 2 cups full of lean, so I’m supa str8

I jus copped a new Bugatti, so I’m supa str8

My niggas ready 2 catch a body, so I’m supa str8

Verse 1: New work (new work), supa str8 (supa str8)

36 O’s (O’s), supa weight (supa weight)

Big money (big money), supa plays (supa plays)

All talk (all talk), supa spray (supa spray)

I got hella connects; I’m traffickin in supa ways

I’m a hero 2 my hood; my durag is my supa cape

Betty Crocker, supa cake; fuck niggas they supa fake

We call that shit supa hate; don’t fuck wit niggas that’s 2 face

These niggas ain’t ready (uh uh); pull up in a drop top chevy

& I’m iced up, I’m fresh’d up, am I’m stuntin; very

These hoes all up on tha D, got it hot n’ heavy

Yea I’m supa str8 on yo pussy hoe, we ain’t goin steady

I’m supa str8 on this hoe; if u want her u can have her

I done cut her ass loose & then tha next finest bitch I grabbed her (come here bitch)

I’m catchin all tha pussy, my niggas call me Ocho (Ocho)

I’m like a movie bitch (bitch), I put on shows (on shows)

I b gettin supa gualla, who richer than me (me)

Supa str8 off this hustle & u finna c (c)

Jump it off in tha club & make it rain wit dollas (dollas)

I’m poppin bandz automatically like some poppin bottles (bottles)

Hook: I got pounds of that work, so I’m supa str8

I’m goin ham in this bitch, so I’m supa str8

Fuck niggas gettin tha hurt, so I’m supa str8

I got yo bitch on my dick, so I’m supa str8

Boy I’m high off this weed, so I’m supa str8

I got 2 cups full of lean, so I’m supa str8

I jus copped a new Bugatti, so I’m supa str8

My niggas ready 2 catch a body, so I’m supa str8

Verse 2: I’m supa str8 (why), cuz I got my bodyguard

Fuck wit me & u gonna b seein God

I’m supa str8 on u niggas, cuz I don’t fuck wit ya’ll

I’m crossin tha finish line & I ain’t seein ya’ll

If gettin money was a race, then I’m beatin ya’ll

I’m spendin cake so fast they got me 4 speedin ya’ll

I’m supa str8 on my ice, cuz it’s blindin ya’ll

My swag supa str8, I’m fly, I’m big tymin dawg

Ya’ll niggas hatin on me, cuz ya’ll niggas kno that I’m supa str8

I look at ya’ll niggas & c that stomach virus look on ya’ll face

Deep down inside ya’ll can’t stand a nigga, cuz I’m supa str8

Jus got me 2 hoes & 2 bandz, yep I’m supa str8

Yea, I’m tha 1 that stole her (wooh), yep tha 1 u wife’d up

Hell yea, I took yo bitch (wooh), yesterday I got her iced up

I’ll eased up on ya’ll pussies (pussies), naw fuck ya’ll niggas (niggas)

I ain’t supa str8 on ya’ll fuck boys & I’m ridin round wit my pistol nigga (wooh)

Hook x2: I got pounds of that work, so I’m supa str8

I’m goin ham in this bitch, so I’m supa str8

Fuck niggas gettin tha hurt, so I’m supa str8

I got yo bitch on my dick, so I’m supa str8

Boy I’m high off this weed, so I’m supa str8

I got 2 cups full of lean, so I’m supa str8

I jus copped a new Bugatti, so I’m supa str8

My niggas ready 2 catch a body, so I’m supa str8

Written By: Antoine Le’velle Lewis Harden (Tha True Showtime)

Produced By: LiL’ Chriiz

Executive Producer: Tha True Showtime

Mixtape: Tha Hurt

℗ 2015 Str Pwr Records

Lyrics

[musical intro]

Hook: When u walk up in tha club jus do my dance wit it (ugh)

When u c tha bitch u want, jus do my dance wit it (do my dance wit it)

U can get any bitch u want, jus do my dance wit it (ugh)

& u don’t even have 2 talk, jus do my dance wit it (do my dance wit it)

Make eye contact, point, tell her come here (come here)

When she start grindin on u whisper in her ear (whisper in her ear)

U can get any bitch u want, jus do my dance wit it (do my dance wit it)

& u don’t even have 2 talk, jus do my dance wit it (do my dance wit it)

Verse 1: Walk up in tha club (what); jus bounce yo shoulders (ugh)

When u c tha bitch u want (what); jus bounce yo shoulders (ugh)

She was lookin at me, I seen her 4rm across tha room (across tha room)

So u already kno what I’m bout 2 do (bout 2 do)

We made eye contact, then I pointed at her (pointed at her)

I told her come here, I wanna holla at her (holla at her)

She started walkin ova 2 me, while she was jiggin (while she was jiggin)

Next thing I kno that ass on me, I was feelin (I was feelin)

Now I’m touchin, rubbin, feelin all on them curves (curves)

My niggas watchin (watchin), starin like word (word)

I can’t even lie shawty gon biserk (damn)

She bent it ova pussy poppin; yep she went 2 work (damn)

She was pullin me close, I kno she want a G (want a G)

I handed her my phone (phone), like fuck wit me (fuck wit me)

Yep, I got them digits dawg like it’s ntn

I fucked her on tha same nite; dawg it was ntn

Hook: When u walk up in tha club, jus do my dance wit it (ugh)

When u c tha bitch u want, jus do my dance wit it (do my dance wit it)

U can get any bitch u want, jus do my dance wit it (ugh)

& u don’t even have 2 talk, jus do my dance wit it (do my dance wit it)

Make eye contact, point, tell her come here (come here)

When she start grindin on u whisper in her ear (whisper in her ear)

U can get any bitch u want, jus do my dance wit it (do my dance wit it)

& u don’t even have 2 talk, jus do my dance wit it (do my dance wit it)

Bridge: U… me…

(That’s rite, that’s rite)

U… me…

(Yep that’s what I said)

U… me…

(That’s rite, that’s rite)

U… me…

Verse 2: Ok let’s get it

Turn around girl let me c u twist it; Move it so good that u make me wanna hit it

That ass in them apple bottom jeans, oh my god it look so delicious

Yo ass so big like how can I miss it; it feel good bouncin on my dick, girl get it (girl)

That ass is round like a soccer ball like David Beckham wit u I wanna kick it

All day; & in every way (way)

That ass so addictive we can do it all day (day)

I’m an ass man (man); what can I say (say)

I’m in love wit yo ass; put it all in my face

Like, like I want a taste of yo love (love)

Damn I can’t keep my hands off yo big ol’ butt (butt)

Girl u already kno that I wanna fuck; & u kno u wanna fuck

Let’s get out of here, before we makin love in this club huh

Hook: When u walk up in tha club, jus do my dance wit it (ugh)

When u c tha bitch u want, jus do my dance wit it (do my dance wit it)

U can get any bitch u want, jus do my dance wit it (ugh)

& u don’t even have 2 talk, jus do my dance wit it (do my dance wit it)

Make eye contact, point, tell her come here (come here)

When she start grindin on u whisper in her ear (whisper in her ear)

U can get any bitch u want, jus do my dance wit it (do my dance wit it)

& u don’t even have 2 talk, jus do my dance wit it (do my dance wit it)

[musical outro]

Written By: Antoine Le’velle Lewis Harden (Tha True Showtime)

Produced By: Dizi Da Producer

Executive Producer: Tha True Showtime

Mixtape: Tha Hurt

℗ 2015 Str Pwr Records

Lyrics

Intro: Ain’t no smell in it; that pussy like water

Ain’t no taste in it; that pussy like water

Ain’t no color in it; that pussy like water

That pussy like water, that pussy like water

Hook: Boy that pussy like water, that pussy like water

Boy that pussy like water, that pussy like water

That pussy like water; make a nigga roll harder

Boy that pussy like water, that pussy like water

That pussy like water; make a nigga roll harder

Verse 1: Oooo shit, she so damn wet

I can c it droppin on tha flo; I wanna make her sweat

Tryna get it 4rm tha back; bend ova touch ya toes

Work it up, take it low, bring it back, gotta c mo

Oooo shit, she climbed tha pole, then she dropped 2 a split

Oooo shit, I wanna c if she can do it on a dick like this

Oooo shit, this bitch so nasty

I want her & her bestfriend that walked past me

Damn, that pussy like water; I kno I can’t smell it

U niggas don’t even have 2 tell me

That pussy rite; I can tell it

Break that dick off in her belly

Mix this peanut butter wit her jelly

That pussy so good, boy I swear I wouldn’t sell it

& great her hygiene; pussy sittin rite up them jeans

Twirlin that ass lookin like I’m hypnotize by a washin machine

This shit is so crazy; this bitch is so amazin

Every nigga in tha club spillin dranks, cuz at that ass they gazin

Hook: Boy that pussy like water, that pussy like water

Boy that pussy like water, that pussy like water

That pussy like water; make a nigga roll harder

Boy that pussy like water, that pussy like water

That pussy like water; make a nigga roll harder

Verse 2: She shake it so good; I wanna buy this bitch

Get her in tha crib & she can if she can ride this dick

Damn I must b lucky niggas like where u find this bitch

Every nigga tryin, so I mite have 2 hide this bitch

I want yo friend, u comin 2 (2)

& u kno what it is, 1 + 1 that = 2 (2)

& u kno we how we do it, 2 + 2 = 4

Tha mo tha merrier, let’s watch this orgy grow

I got tha camera ready, baby let’s make a show

That pussy so clear that in tha dark that pussy glow

We started on tha bed & ended up on tha flo

All this pussy in front of me increasin my ego

I’ma fold u up & have u smellin yo feet

U screamin at tha top of yo lungs while I go deep

I got money baby, I ain’t scared 2 spend it

If u want it, on that pussy I don’t care if I spend it

Hook: Boy that pussy like water, that pussy like water

Boy that pussy like water, that pussy like water

That pussy like water, make a nigga roll harder

Boy that pussy like water, that pussy like water

That pussy like water, make a nigga roll harder

Outro: Ain’t no smell in it; that pussy like water

Ain’t no taste in it; that pussy like water

Ain’t no color in it; that pussy like water

That pussy like water, that pussy like water

Ain’t no smell in it; that pussy like water

Ain’t no taste in it; that pussy like water

Ain’t no color in it; that pussy like water

That pussy like water, that pussy like water

Written By: Antoine Le’velle Lewis Harden (Tha True Showtime)

Produced By: Dre Beatz

Executive Producer: Tha True Showtime

Mixtape: Tha Hurt

℗ 2015 Str Pwr Records

Lyrics

[musical intro]

Hook: My kush so loud; u can smell it out tha car

My kush so loud; have u hangin wit tha stars

My kush so loud; smell good, u smellin fruity

My kush so loud; it’ll turn yo thoughts in2 movies

My kush so loud; u can smell it out tha car

My kush so loud; have u hangin wit tha stars

My kush so loud; smell good, u smellin fruity

My kush so loud; it’ll turn yo thoughts in2 movies

Verse 1: Put that shit up, that shit ain’t strong, that shit soft (weak)

My weed so damn loud u smokin out tha whole house (yep)

Make A Movie Kush so loud that I can’t hear ya

My mind got me dreamin bout bitches, so I can’t c ya

Damn, I think my head gone; I must b losin it

I’m ova here hallucinatin; damn, I think I’m seein shit

Late nite roll up session wit tha niggas (niggas)

We roll it up, fye it up, & back 2 stackin figgas (figgas)

We do this everyday; nigga what?; we professionals

Grape flavored white owls, boy we jus dress & roll

Smoke a blunt of this & I bet u stressin no mo

We treat tha blunts like they hoes; we jus hit em & let em go

Yo lungs ain’t strong nigga; y tha fuck u flexxin (flexxin)

That shit there is mid boy; who tha fuck u testin (testin)

That chill down weed, 1 hit of this will have u faded

Have yo ass fucked up so bad, u scared u can’t take it

Hook: My kush so loud; u can smell it out tha car

My kush so loud; have u hangin wit tha stars

My kush so loud; smell good, u smellin fruity

My kush so loud; it’ll turn yo thoughts in2 movies

My kush so loud; u can smell it out tha car

My kush so loud; have u hangin wit tha stars

My kush so loud; smell good, u smellin fruity

My kush so loud; it’ll turn yo thoughts in2 movies

Verse 2: I c u watchin yo thoughts like they on tha big screen (movie)

I jus got tha purp, now I’m bout 2 pour up tha lean

Passin round 4 blunts in rotation like a track team (stick)

Roll up 2 mo, lite em up, we call it double team (call em Kobe)

My nigga ova here stressin; hold up & sit tite

Take a hit of this, join tha plane, & jus take flite

Nigga u is off 2day, it’s time 2 get high as a kite

Got that blueberry, grape, apple, anythin u like (tha dopeman)

Jus re’d up on tha O, we blowin all nite (all nite)

Freak nite, boy wit tha hoes, we showin all nite (Showtime)

Got a box full of magnums, boy we goin all nite (all nite)

This weed got her pussy supa wet, she flowin all nite (yea)

Yo lungs ain’t strong nigga; y tha fuck u flexxin (flexxin)

That shit there is mid boy; who tha fuck u testin (testin)

That chill down weed, 1 hit of this will have u faded

Have yo ass fucked up so bad, u scared u can’t take it

Hook: My kush so loud; u can smell it out tha car

My kush so loud; have u hangin wit tha stars

My kush so loud; smell good, u smellin fruity

My kush so loud; it’ll turn yo thoughts in2 movies

My kush so loud; u can smell it out tha car

My kush so loud; have u hangin wit tha stars

My kush so loud; smell good, u smellin fruity

My kush so loud; it’ll turn yo thoughts in2 movies

[musical outro]

Written By: Antoine Le’velle Lewis Harden (Tha True Showtime)

Produced By: Hunnid Beatz

Executive Producer: Tha True Showtime

Mixtape: Tha Hurt

℗ 2015 Str Pwr Records

Lyrics

[musical intro]

Hook: I can buy up tha mall, cuz I got hella bandz (bandz)

I can ball everyday, cuz I got hella bandz (bandz)

U gotta window shop, cuz u got no bandz (bandz)

& u can’t get no pussy, cuz u got no bandz (bandz)

I can get any bitch I want, cuz I got hella bandz (bandz)

I can get anythang I want, cuz I got hella bandz (bandz)

U ridin in a hooptie, cuz u got no bandz (bandz)

& no bitch want u, cuz u got no bandz (bandz)

Verse 1: I walk up in tha club wit 20 stacks in my pockets (pockets)

Niggas mad, cuz I’m ballin & they hate 2 watch it (watch it)

Niggas mean muggin & I kno y (y)

Becuz I throw it up & watch it fall 4rm tha sky (sky)

& I been ballin everyday since back in ‘93

They call me Kobe, cuz I’m automatic like a free

Throw (haha); I kno u c me walkin wit yo hoe (yo bitch)

& I can splurge on yo bitch, cuz I got hella dough (real shit)

I do this shit in my sleep; boy this shit easy

Boy this shit gravy; boy this shit breezy

All tha hoes love my ice, cuz it shines brightly

I’m shinin like a chandelier & these hoes like it

Hook: I can buy up tha mall, cuz I got hella bandz (bandz)

I can ball everyday, cuz I got hella bandz (bandz)

U gotta window shop, cuz u got no bandz (bandz)

& u can’t get no pussy, cuz u got no bandz (bandz)

I can get any bitch I want, cuz I got hella bandz (bandz)

I can get anythang I want, cuz I got hella bandz (bandz)

U ridin in a hooptie, cuz u got no bandz (bandz)

& no bitch want u, cuz u got no bandz (bandz)

Verse 2: I’m shoppin 4 a Mazi (Mazi); jus bought a Bugatti (Bugatti)

Man, I’m doin numbers (numbers); new whips 4 everybody (body)

U kno I’m in tha club (club), so it’s time 2 party (party)

I’m poppin bottles, cuz I got it; what u want Vodka or Bacardi? (Cardi)

No matta where I go (go); I always bring me 2 hoes (2 hoes)

Yep, I got them bankrolls; jus made 50 mil off 2 shows (2 shows)

We all drug dealers (dealers); we walkin round like u smoke (u smoke)

My niggas stay strapped (strapped), so we ridin round wit that u kno (u kno)

I stay on my hustle, takin breaks’ somethin I don’t do tho (do tho)

These broke ass niggas runnin out of cake like they ass playin Uno (Uno)

I went & copped me a 2 seater, jus 4 my lil cousin Skeeta

I’m ballin hard like tha NBA like I jus hit tha game winnin buzzer beata (urnnnnh)

Hook: I can buy up tha mall cuz I got hella bandz (bandz)

I can ball everyday cuz I got hella bandz (bandz)

U gotta window shop cuz u got no bandz (bandz)

& u can’t get no pussy cuz u got no bandz (bandz)

I can get any bitch I want cuz I got hella bandz (bandz)

I can get anythang I want cuz I got hella bandz (bandz)

U ridin in a hooptie cuz u got no bandz (bandz)

& no bitch want u cuz u got no bandz (bandz)

Written By: Antoine Le’velle Lewis Harden (Tha True Showtime)

Produced By: Trackslammerz

Executive Producer: Tha True Showtime

Mixtape: Tha Hurt

℗ 2015 Str Pwr Records

Lyrics

[musical intro]

Hook: Head down, ass up; I’m in tha club lookin 4 a big butt

Head down, ass up; Oh shit, there it is shawty back it up

Shake that ass, shake that ass (aye, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it)

Head down (ugh), ass up (ugh)

Head down, ass up; I’m in tha club lookin 4 a big butt

Head down, ass up; Oh shit, there it is shawty back it up

Shake that ass, shake that ass (aye, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it)

Head down (ugh), ass up (ugh)

Verse 1: I’m lookin 4 tha biggest ass up in here

& shawty u got tha fattest ass up in here

I want ya 2 shake it, shake it til yo panties by yo ankles

Shake it, shake it, shake it like some bojangles

I wanna c u get loose like a goose

Aye give her mo shots cuz she need tha juice

Girl get on tha flo & do what u do

Like a strippa I wanna c how many tricks u can do (ugh)

Yep, bounce that ass like 2 basketballs

No limits baby girl I wanna c it all

I’m cuffed, but I wanna go break tha law

Got me wonderin if it’s wet like Niagra Falls

Up in them jeans, I wanna b in there

That ass bouncin really got it hot in here

Make me wanna take my clothes off up in here

I can’t wait 2 get yo ass up out of here (yea)

Hook: Head down, ass up; I’m in tha club lookin 4 a big butt

Head down, ass up; Oh shit, there it is shawty back it up

Shake that ass, shake that ass (aye, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it)

Head down (ugh), ass up (ugh)

Head down, ass up; I’m in tha club lookin 4 a big butt

Head down, ass up; Oh shit, there it is shawty back it up

Shake that ass, shake that ass (aye, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it)

Head down (ugh), ass up (ugh)

Verse 2: Head down, ass up my favorite position

That ass caught my eye like look attention

Ok, now I’m bout 2 get on it

Girl my dick so hard, yep u kno that I want it

That ass is made of jelly; it ain’t shit u can tell me

I can’t wait 2 put this dick up in yo belly

That ass is made of jelly; it ain’t shit u can tell me

I can’t wait 2 put this dick up in yo belly (ugh)

Aye, take it old school, do tha Tootsie Roll

How far can u drop it low?

That ass so big

It make a grown man cry, cry

It’s so big I wanna touch on it

It feel so good I wanna rub on it

I’m bout 2 fall girl; it’s 2 much on me

U gotta take some of it off; it’s 2 much on me

Hook: Head down, ass up

I’m in tha club lookin 4 a big butt

Head down, ass up

Oh shit, there it is shawty back it up

Shake that ass, shake that ass (aye, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it)

Head down (ugh), ass up (ugh)

Head down, ass up; I’m in tha club lookin 4 a big butt

Head down, ass up; Oh shit, there it is shawty back it up

Shake that ass, shake that ass (aye, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it)

Head down (ugh), ass up (ugh)

Bridge: Ight; So we gon do it like this (we gon do it like this)

Cuz I don’t think ya’ll get tha pussy like water concept

Tha pussy like water concept mean she got some good ass pussy (some good ass pussy)

So all my ladies who got it, I want u 2 shake it like this

Follow me…

1… 2… 3 (ugh)

Verse 3: Shake ya ass if that pussy like water (aye, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it)

Shake it fast if that pussy like water (aye, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it)

Drop it low if that pussy like water (aye, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it)

Touch yo toes if that pussy like water (aye, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it)

Let me c u twerk if that pussy like water (aye, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it)

Go biserk if that pussy like water (aye, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it)

Go 2 work if that pussy like water (aye, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it)

Give a nigga tha hurt if that pussy like water (aye, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it)

Hook: Head down, ass up; I’m in tha club lookin 4 a big butt

Head down, ass up; Oh shit, there it is shawty back it up

Shake that ass, shake that ass (aye, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it)

Head down (ugh), ass up (ugh)

Head down, ass up; I’m in tha club lookin 4 a big butt

Head down, ass up; Oh shit, there it is shawty back it up

Shake that ass, shake that ass (aye, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it)

Head down (ugh), ass up (ugh)

Outro: Aye, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

Aye, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

[musical outro]

Written By: Antoine Le’velle Lewis Harden (Tha True Showtime)

Produced By: Vybe Beatz

Executive Producer: Tha True Showtime

Mixtape: Tha Hurt

℗ 2015 Str Pwr Records

Lyrics

[musical intro]

Intro: LiL’ Chriiz

Hook: I’m so mouthafuckin fly my swag on overdose (overdose)

& my weed so damn loud gotta call it overdose (overdose)

I’m so poise wit this shit my swag on overdose (overdose)

& I’ma beat her wit this dick until she overdose (overdose)

…my swag on overdose (overdose, overdose)

…gotta call it overdose (overdose, overdose)

…my swag on overdose (overdose, overdose)

…until she overdose (overdose, overdose)

Verse 1: I’m so mouthafuckin high, everybody I can c (c)

I’m feelin so tall feel like I’m on top of a tree (tree)

Ray Charles shades on who flyer than me (me)

Man these niggas must b blind, cuz me they can’t c (wooh)

& jus like tha offense yo bitch gon get tha D (my dick)

Cuz I’m poised wit this shit like James Bond b (real shit)

I b knockin it out tha park like Barry Bonds b (& it’s out of here)

She always cravin this dick, she’s like a junkie (she love this shit)

Hook: I’m so mouthafuckin fly my swag on overdose (overdose)

& my weed so damn loud gotta call it overdose (overdose)

I’m so poise wit this shit my swag on overdose (overdose)

& I’ma beat her wit this dick until she overdose (overdose)

…my swag on overdose (overdose, overdose)

…gotta call it overdose (overdose, overdose)

…my swag on overdose (overdose, overdose)

…until she overdose (overdose, overdose)

Verse 2: I am blowin on that loud (loud); call that shit overdose (overdose)

In tha shade of my money tree (tree), cuz I got that over dough (dough)

I’m so fly, I’m swimmin high wit tha eagles call that over float

Shawty say she wanna fuck wit me, cuz my swag on overdose

I’m iced up wit 2 pinky ring, 2 earrings, 2 necklaces, 2 bracelets

I’m band’d up, he lamed up, & she desperate

Like Ginuwine she anxious; I throw while she dances

I’m behind her like tha quarterback penetratin while 3-pt stances (cuz)

Hook: I’m so mouthafuckin fly my swag on overdose (overdose)

& my weed so damn loud gotta call it overdose (overdose)

I’m so poise wit this shit my swag on overdose (overdose)

& I’ma beat her wit this dick until she overdose (overdose)

…my swag on overdose (overdose, overdose)

…gotta call it overdose (overdose, overdose)

…my swag on overdose (overdose, overdose)

…until she overdose (overdose, overdose)

[musical outro]

Written By: Antoine Le’velle Lewis Harden (Tha True Showtime)

Produced By: LiL’ Chriiz

Executive Producer: Tha True Showtime

Mixtape: Tha Hurt

℗ 2015 Str Pwr Records

Lyrics

[musical intro]

Hook: 1 shot, 2 shots, 3 shots, 4

I been turnt up since I walked thru tha door

5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 2 tha 10

Already passed out I’m tryna pass out again

Let’s get fucked up, get fucked up

Verse 1: I woke up early this mornin around 8

I’m excited becuz 2day is payday

So I jumped out tha bed & brushed my teeth

Then put on clothes; fresh 2 tha T

Paid my bills & still got bread 4 me

Found a hot spot, called my team & told em fuck wit me

Hell yea bruh u kno we goin out 2day

Jus hit up tha mall, jus 2 buy an outfit 4 2day

I been stressin 4 a min, so I’m goin hard (goin hard)

Took out a hunnit big faces, yep I’m goin large (goin large)

Got home (shot); Undress (shot)

Shower (shot); Get dress (shot)

Grabbed my rubbers, cuz a nigga gon fuck some’ em

Only thing on my mind is 2 cut some’ em

Pop a band, let it loose, I’ma chuck some’ em

Hopefully tha baddest bitch in here gon suck some’ em (me)

Hook: 1 blunt, 2 blunts, 3 blunts, 4

I been on cloud 9 since I walked thru tha door

5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 2 tha 10

Jus popped 2 mollies bout 2 pop 2 more again

Let’s get fucked up, get fucked up

Verse 2: I walk up in tha club 2 many shakin their ass

Tha way they all doin it is makin me think about spendin my last

U kno I’m full of that gas; Don’t care bout spendin this cash

Pockets r loaded wit grass; So strong have u sittin on yo ass

Yep, time 2 bring out tha baskets full of mollies

Everybody turn up, let’s amp up tha party

If u don’t take some, then get out of tha party

Take 2 pass, take 2 pass

I’m settin it up 4 everybody 2 get some ass

& if u don’t get none that’s 2 sad

Don’t get tha bitch u want that’s 2 bad

Cuz that ass on shawty is 2 phat

I can c y buddy is 2 mad

Hopped on shawty, yep a nigga had 2 do that

Man anotha bitch chose him, he 2 glad

Everybody havin fun, that’s 2 rad

Outro: 1 shot, 2 shots, 3 shots, 4

Yep, bitch I’m fucked up

1 blunt, 2 blunts, 3 blunts, 4

Yep, bitch I’m fucked up

1 molly, 2 mollies, 3 mollies, 4

Yep, bitch I’m fucked up

1 X, 2 X, 3 X, 4

Yep, bitch I’m fucked up

1 drank, 2 dranks, 3 dranks, 4

Yep, bitch I’m fucked up

1 line, 2 lines, 3 lines, 4

Yep, bitch I’m fucked up

1 hr, 2 hrs, 3 hrs, 4

Yep, I’m still fucked up

I really need help 2 get my ass home

Yep, bitch I’m fucked up

Written By: Antoine Le’velle Lewis Harden (Tha True Showtime)

Produced By: Gmezzle Beatz

Executive Producer: Tha True Showtime

Mixtape: Tha Hurt

℗ 2015 Str Pwr Records

Lyrics

[musical intro]

Hook: Please don’t fuck wit me, please don’t fuck wit me

Please don’t fuck wit me, please don’t fuck wit me

Boy I’m crazy in tha head, they call me psycho

Aim tha choppa, pull tha trigga, & jus let go

Please don’t fuck wit me, please don’t fuck wit me

Ya’ll got me hot like tha summer; time 2 feel tha heat

& I’m an animal; I’m bout 2 unleash tha beast

Verse 1: I was coolin in tha club; chillin, laid back (look at them hoes)

U pussy niggas wanna walk up & talk smack (like what he jus say)

U shakin in yo shoes I knew u wasn’t on that (I kno it)

Came 2 a gun fight wit a knife; what type of shit is that? (fuck no)

Ya’ll niggas so whack (whack); ya’ll jus talkin loud (loud)

Makin hella noise; I’m bout 2 quiet that shit down (down)

Cuz I don’t say no words; I let my guns teach (u gon learn 2day)

Long distance weapons, if u run they still gon reach (baw)

Yo words got me geeked; oh lord

I got u down on yo knees prayin; oh lord

U sittin there watchin yo partna bleed; oh lord

Yo maker trust me u don’t wanna c; oh nuh (tha hurt)

Hook: Please don’t fuck wit me, please don’t fuck wit me

Please don’t fuck wit me, please don’t fuck wit me

Boy I’m crazy in tha head, they call me psycho

Aim tha choppa, pull tha trigga, & jus let go

Please don’t fuck wit me, please don’t fuck wit me

Ya’ll got me hot like tha summer; time 2 feel tha heat

& I’m an animal; I’m bout 2 unleash tha beast

Verse 2: Fuck nigga tried me, so I had 2 make an example

Brand new piece, wit new clips, like Walmart gave him a sample (4real)

I’ll smoke yo ass like Newports (no joke); my anger has no control (not at all)

U talk that shit boy I promise u yo eyes I’m gon close

I suppose; that ya’ll simply didn’t kno (naw)

That every day I walk this earth, I’ma live by tha G-code (that’s real shit)

Fill yo ass up wit bullet holes (yea)

Got blood stains all yo on clothes (yea)

4rm yo head down yo body feelin cold (yea)

Wit yo insides leakin on tha floor (yea)

Nigga now u kno (yea)

Yo words got me geeked; oh lord

I got u down on yo knees prayin; oh lord

U sittin there watchin yo partna bleed; oh lord

Yo maker trust me u don’t wanna c; oh nuh (tha hurt)

Hook: Please don’t fuck wit me, please don’t fuck wit me

Please don’t fuck wit me, please don’t fuck wit me

Boy I’m crazy in tha head, they call me psycho

Aim tha choppa, pull tha trigga, & jus let go

Please don’t fuck wit me, please don’t fuck wit me

Ya’ll got me hot like tha summer; time 2 feel tha heat

& I’m an animal; I’m bout 2 unleash tha beast

[musical outro]

Written By: Antoine Le’velle Lewis Harden (Tha True Showtime)

Produced By: Trackslammerz

Executive Producer: Tha True Showtime

Mixtape: Tha Hurt

℗ 2015 Str Pwr Records

Lyrics

[musical intro]

Hook: U poppin off at yo gum (yeen bout that)

I c ya lyin on yo gun (yeen bout that)

U tryna play, I ain’t tha one (yeen bout that)

If I pull tha choppa u gon run (yeen bout that)

Nope (yeen bout that), Nope (yeen bout that)

I c ya lyin on yo gun (yeen bout that)

If u tryna play, I ain’t tha one (yeen bout that)

Verse 1: Ya’ll love talkin shit; I jus don’t get it (wtf do ya’ll b thinkin man)

Let u walk around wit an open mouth; I ain’t fuckin wit it (fuck no)

We gon c what u say when that choppa go 2 flippin

Think I’ma let u say what u wanna say; ya’ll niggas trippin

Take yo bitch & keep her hostage when ya’ll get 2 slippin (caught u lackin)

Soon as I get home in her pool I’m dippin (I’m swimmin)

It’s real life, this ain’t a movie, my team live it (real shit)

Like tha name of tha mixtape “Tha Hurt”, my team give it

(Oh no, fuck no) is that nigga talkin shit

(& fuck no, idk) who he think he fuckin wit

(& I kno, & I kno) he ain’t even got a gat

(& we kno, & we kno) yeen really bout that (nah)

Hook: U poppin off at yo gum (yeen bout that)

I c ya lyin on yo gun (yeen bout that)

U tryna play, I ain’t tha one (yeen bout that)

If I pull tha choppa u gon run (yeen bout that)

Nope (yeen bout that), Nope (yeen bout that)

I c ya lyin on yo gun (yeen bout that)

If u tryna play, I ain’t tha one (yeen bout that)

Verse 2: How u gon say u killed somebody when yeen killed shit (fuck nigga)

U a fuck nigga, yo word ain’t neva legit (neva)

Yo ice is fake as hell, nigga we kno that yeen rich (ol broke ass nigga)

Boy I stay up on tha block I neva seen u tote a brick (bitch)

I can’t stand a fuck nigga, cuz they all full of shit (they all full of shit)

Niggas b tryna play a nigga, cuz they ass ain’t shit (them niggas ain’t shit)

They don’t got shit, they ain’t bout shit, & neva will b (tha hurt)

I pop shit, quick 2 drop shit, that’s how it’s gotta b

(Oh no, fuck no) yeen neva touched a brick

(& fuck no, I kno) u’ll sell yo soul 2 get rich

(& I kno, & he kno) he ain’t even got a gat

(& we kno, & we kno) yeen really bout that (nah)

Hook: U poppin off at yo gum (yeen bout that)

I c ya lyin on yo gun (yeen bout that)

U tryna play, I ain’t tha one (yeen bout that)

If I pull tha choppa u gon run (yeen bout that)

Nope (yeen bout that), Nope (yeen bout that)

I c ya lyin on yo gun (yeen bout that)

If u tryna play, I ain’t tha one (yeen bout that)

Outro: Man, I really don’t kno y these fuck niggas really love tryin 2 talk that bullshit

Have u eva thought about it bruh

These niggas b talkin like they a boss & they kno they really ain’t bout that shit

Like we don’t kno that they ain’t really bout that shit bruh

Idk, I guess it’s a pride thang or some shit

I guess they jus got that fuck nigga in em, u feel me

Jus like they got that short man syndrome

Them niggas got that I’m a pussy ass, fake ass fuck nigga syndrome

That’s what it is bruh bruh

Shid I’m out

Written By: Antoine Le’velle Lewis Harden (Tha True Showtime)

Produced By: Dre Beatz

Executive Producer: Tha True Showtime

Mixtape: Tha Hurt

℗ 2015 Str Pwr Records

Lyrics

Intro: Bruh I got everythin I’ve eva wanted

I got cars, chains, rangs, watches, bracelets, all diamond everythang

But shid it’s gettin lonely at tha top

Hook: I think I want a hood bitch

I think I need a hood bitch

Damn I want a hood bitch

Do I need a hood bitch

I think I want a hood bitch

I think I need a hood bitch

Damn I want a hood bitch

Do I need a hood bitch

I think I want a hood bitch

Chorus: She gotta be all mine

And one that will hold me down while a nigga on tha grind

(I think I want a hood bitch)

That ass gotta be on swole

And one that keep it real and know how the game go

(I think I want a hood bitch)

Verse 1: a hood bitch

Damn I need a hood bitch

She gotta b fine & that ass is on supa thick

Get her 2 tha crib & u kno she gon ride tha dick

Take tha dick & suck tha dick; yea u kno I like that shit

She ain’t got time 4 it & neva on that drama shit

She classy; she b on that take her 2 meet yo mama shit

She kno what’s up; we don’t fight about that dumb shit

Turnin down every nigga, no matta who try 2 get on that bitch

She ain’t fuckin wit me jus becuz I’m like tha president

She kno I’m all hers, them otha bitches irrelevant

Got her own place, her own grind; we call that independent

She don’t need no help & on no nigga she dependin

Tha 1 that’s gon b there when I’m weak & keep me strong

Tha 1 that I simply jus can’t leave alone

Tha 1 that I can chill wit & blow on that strong

Afta a long days work, can’t wait 2 get home

Hook: I think I want a hood bitch; I think I need a hood bitch

Damn I want a hood bitch; Do I need a hood bitch?

I think I want a hood bitch; I think I need a hood bitch

Damn I want a hood bitch; Do I need a hood bitch?

I think I want a hood bitch

Chorus: She gotta be all mine

And one that will hold me down while a nigga on the grind

(I think I want a hood bitch)

That ass gotta be on swole

And one that keep it real and know how the game goes

(I think I want a hood bitch)

Verse 2: Yea I need a hood bitch

I jus copped a hood bitch

Only 4 me she turn tricks

Anythin I ask wit no question she do tha shit

She make me feel so good; now I got her I feel filthy rich (ugh)

Shawty so bad that she’ll make yo mouth drop (ugh)

She cook me breakfast, I call her Mrs. Ihop (ugh)

Wear alotta ice round my neck that she bought (ugh)

I’ll trust her wit my stash, if I eva get caught (ugh)

She left tha fuck nigga that she was wit, cuz he didn’t treat her rite

I told her here’s a 100k & go get anythang u like

& if she want tha dick, then she can get it all day & nite

I kno that pussy mine, cuz my dick fit jus rite

She can b up me at anytime I neva shake her off

A piece of tha cake or tha pie I always break her off

& if u tha nigga that had her 1st, then nigga that’s yo lost

She’s happy that she’s fuckin wit a boss

Hook: I think I want a hood bitch; I think I need a hood bitch

Damn I want a hood bitch; Do I need a hood bitch

I think I want a hood bitch; I think I need a hood bitch

Damn I want a hood bitch; Do I need a hood bitch?

I think I want a hood bitch

Chorus: She gotta be all mine

And one that will hold me down while a nigga on the grind

(I think I want a hood bitch)

That ass gotta be on swole

And one that keep it real and know how the game goes

(I think I want a hood bitch)

Outro: A hood bitch…

A hood bitch…

Written By: Antoine Le’velle Lewis Harden (Tha True Showtime)

Produced By: Hunnid Beatz

Executive Producer: Tha True Showtime

Mixtape: Tha Hurt

℗ 2015 Str Pwr Records

Lyrics

[musical intro]

Hook: I pull up 2 tha scene, it’s a movie (it’s a movie)

I c yo bitch, I tell her get groovy (she got groovy)

She rubbin on my dick, she wanna do me (I kno it)

I told her get a friend & come screw me (let’s get it shawty)

I pull up 2 tha scene, it’s a movie (it’s a movie)

I c yo bitch, I tell her get groovy (she got groovy)

She rubbin on my dick, she wanna do me (I kno it)

I told her get a friend & come screw me (she did)

Verse 1: I’m iced up (iced up); I’m fresh’d up (fresh’d up)

No suit & tie (tie); but I’m dressed up (dressed up)

Nigga ain’t paid me my money, so he messed up (trippin)

Later on 2nite his girl gon get sex’d up (she gon get tha wood)

So I grabbed my keys, then hopped in tha Range Rov (Rov)

I’m supa hot, but I’m ice cold (icy)

My shoes fitted & my wrist froze (froze)

I’m smellin good, smellin like a rose (a rose)

& I suppose, she want a real nigga (real nigga)

I kno she sick & tired of fuckin wit a fuck nigga (fuck nigga)

Everybody in tha hood say he a bitch nigga (bitch nigga)

Deep down she wanna b tamed by a rich nigga (a rich nigga)

Hook: I pull up 2 tha scene, it’s a movie (it’s a movie)

I c yo bitch, I tell her get groovy (she got groovy)

She rubbin on my dick, she wanna do me (I kno it)

I told her get a friend & come screw me (let’s get it shawty)

I pull up 2 tha scene, it’s a movie (it’s a movie)

I c yo bitch, I tell her get groovy (she got groovy)

She rubbin on my dick, she wanna do me (I kno it)

I told her get a friend & come screw me (she did)

Verse 2: I hopped out in tha front walkin like I’m on tha red carpet (red carpet)

I want all tha bitches; they all on tha market (market)

I’m choosin tha 1’s that’s gon make me a profit (profit)

I’m gettin so many hoes my niggas told me Show stop it (bruh chill)

Any pussy that look good; I’ma cop it (cop it)

Get her 2 tha crib, headboards gon b knockin (knockin)

On my sail like Aaliyah tha boat gon b rockin (rockin)

Ya’ll niggas ain’t learned yet when ya gon stop it (stop it)

Outro: I pull up 2 tha scene, it’s a movie (it’s a movie)

I c yo bitch, I tell her get groovy (she got groovy)

She rubbin on my dick, she wanna do me (I kno it)

I told her get a friend & come screw me (let’s get it shawty)

I pull up 2 tha scene, it’s a movie (it’s a movie)

I c yo bitch, I tell her get groovy

Written By: Antoine Le’velle Lewis Harden (Tha True Showtime)

Produced By: Gmezzle Beatz

Executive Producer: Tha True Showtime

Mixtape: Tha Hurt

℗ 2015 Str Pwr Records

Lyrics

Intro: These fuck niggas really trippin cuz

I ain’t even gon pull tha yappa on em

I’ma hurt em where it really hurt at

U feel me; in tha heart

These fuck niggas done fucked up

I’m bout 2 take they got damn bitch

Cuz I’ll take they bitch

Yea I’ll take they bitch

Tha 1 that they claim they in love wit

Tha 1 that they always in tha club wit

Hook: I’ll take yo bitch (I’ll take yo bitch)

I’ll take yo bitch (damn rite I’ll take yo bitch)

Tha 1 that u claim in love wit (u in love wit)

Tha 1 that’s down 2 ride & always fuckin (always fuckin)

I’ll take yo bitch (cuz I’ll take yo bitch)

I’ll take yo bitch (fuck nigga I’ll take yo bitch)

Tha 1 that u always in tha club wit (in tha club wit)

Tha 1 u sittin in V.I.P. boo’d up wit (cuffed up wit)

Verse 1: & I’ll take yo bitch; I’m lookin at her rite na (ugh)

She lookin at me, I pointed, & told her come here rite na (yei)

I’m rubbin on her pussy, she kno she goin back 2 my place (my place)

I kno u hate it, cuz I took yo bitch in yo face (Tha Hurt)

Oooo shit I c tha look, I kno that shit hurt (damn)

U should’ve thought about it b4 u misplaced my work (real shit)

I kno ya’ll niggas gettin mad, cuz I’m doin numbers (Tha Hurt)

Took all ya’ll bitches; I wanna c who pussy is dumber (work)

I’m goin ham on yo bitch; she got that good pussy (good pussy)

That pussy like water (water); that good pussy (that good pussy)

Now u callin me boy, I kno yo ass sick (call tha doctor)

I kno u miss tha pussy, she go 2 work on tha dick (oooo)

Hook: I’ll take yo bitch (cuz I’ll take yo bitch)

I’ll take yo bitch (damn rite I’ll take yo bitch)

Tha 1 that u claim in love wit (u in love wit)

Tha 1 that’s down 2 ride & always fuckin (always fuckin)

I’ll take yo bitch (nigga I’ll take yo bitch)

I’ll take yo bitch (Show’ll take yo bitch)

Tha 1 that u always in tha club wit in tha club wit

Tha 1 u sittin in V.I.P. boo’d up wit cuffed up wit

Verse 2: & I ain’t talkin bout yo hoe; I’m talkin bout yo wife (4 real)

Tha 1 u gotta cuddle wit 2 fall asleep at nite (oooo shit)

Tha 1 that do everythin u want, need, & like (I want that 2)

Tha 1 that got that shit that’ll make yo ass act rite (Tha Hurt)

Done let me got in her ear; u can kiss her goodbye (real shit)

& u gon have 2 run 2 tha bathroom, cuz u gon cry (ol pussy ass nigga)

She took a leap in my ride, boy we ridin out (ridin out)

& when I fall off in that pussy, boy I’m showin out (showin out)

& ya’ll kno how I do afta I put tha work on em (what!?!?)

Next mornin, took her 2 tha mall jus 2 splurge on her (str8)

She tatted my name on her ass so u kno she mine (she mine)

Then I made shawty call u up & tell u she fuckin wit Showtime (I got her fuck nigga)

Hook: I’ll take yo bitch (cuz I’ll take yo bitch)

I’ll take yo bitch (fuck nigga I’ll take yo bitch)

Tha 1 that u claim in love wit (u in love wit)

Tha 1 that’s down 2 ride & always fuckin (always fuckin)

I’ll take yo bitch (nigga I’ll take yo bitch)

I’ll take yo bitch (Showtime’ll take yo bitch)

Tha 1 that u always in tha club wit in tha club wit

Tha 1 u sittin in V.I.P. boo’d up wit cuffed up wit

Outro: I told ya’ll niggas I’ll take ya’ll bitch

Ya’ll got me ova here feelin like Future

Cuz that’s my hoe 2 (haha)

I got her

Cuz that’s my hoe 2 (yei)

Yei that’s my hoe 2 (ugh)

Written By: Antoine Le’velle Lewis Harden (Tha True Showtime)

Produced By: Dre Beatz

Executive Producer: Tha True Showtime

Mixtape: Tha Hurt

℗ 2015 Str Pwr Records

Lyrics

[musical intro]

Intro: Yea, Show… time

Haaaa ha, yea

Aye man

I’ma tell ya’ll some real shit nigga

I’m tha president in my hood, ya feel me

Everybody fuck wit yo boy

Hook: Show runs tha town, Show runs tha town

Show runs tha town, Show runs tha town

He runs tha town

Without my permission nigga ntn goes down (down)

& If u don’t believe me u betta ask around

Cuz Show runs tha town

Show runs tha town (yea, Show), Show runs tha town (time)

Show runs tha town, nigga he runs tha town

(Aye, I’m a boss my nigga. Believe that shit)

Verse 1: I’m walkin thru my hood like I’m tha president (work)

Fuck niggas not allowed; treat em like they immigrants (Tha Hurt)

If u ain’t real, then nigga u hella bent (we kno u ain’t str8)

We c u actin fake, we kno u foreign (real shit)

My hood ain’t got ntn in it, but some real niggas (niggas)

Tryna have 1 type of people like Adolf Hitler (4 real)

If u outside tha gates that mean we ain’t fuckin witcha (naw)

Got money ova here & we ain’t sharin wit no fuck nigga (fuck no)

Everybody kno a G; These hoes say they in love wit me

Tha kids lookin up 2 me; I swear I feel jus like a king

I’m tha top of tha cream; It still feels like I’m in a dream

All my niggas ride wit me; Some will even die 4 me

My team stay wit me, u act up u gon get tha issue (uh uhh huh uhuh uh)

Put u in a body bag, smellin shitty; need some tissue? (stank)

A real nigga killin a fuck nigga on-site is very permissive (damn)

& lettin a fuck nigga thru these gates is deadly illegal (Tha Hurt)

Hook: Show runs tha town, Show runs tha town

Show runs tha town, Show runs tha town

He runs tha town

Without my permission nigga ntn goes down (down)

& If u don’t believe me u betta ask around

Cuz Show runs tha town

Show runs tha town, Show runs tha town

Show runs tha town, nigga he runs tha town

Verse 2: I’m tha Head of tha State; yea I’m runnin shit (work)

Every sign u c, bet’s believe I’m on that bitch (tha hurt)

All tha businesses r mine; yep I’m ownin shit (work)

That’s my corner, u can’t work there; I’m zonin shit (damn)

If we in a war, my team don’t play fair; we send missiles (missiles)

A1 technology, deadly accurate we won’t miss u (not at all)

2 make it worse, cut off yo supply; money u ain’t gettin (broke)

I take all yo bitches, so mo pussy u’ll b lickin (bitchless)

& everytime I hit tha streets, people they run up 2 me

I feel like a celebrity; they love takin pics wit me

In tha club, I’m V.I.P.; that’s where ya find yo hoe wit me

U fuck niggas ya’ll hate on me, cuz yo dreams my reality

Niggas wanna try & cross ova tha bridge, cuz we ova here winnin (winnin)

Tryna sneak in ova here & eat wit us; mite as well 4get it (4get it)

I can c it in yo eyes bein real nigga u ain’t wit it (it ain’t in yo blood)

U start tha war 4rm tha beginnin & in tha end I’ll make sure we finish it (bow)

Hook: Show runs tha town, Show runs tha town

Show runs tha town, Show runs tha town

He runs tha town

Without my permission nigga ntn goes down (down)

& If u don’t believe me u betta ask around

Cuz Show runs tha town

Show runs tha town, Show runs tha town

Show runs tha town, nigga he runs tha town

Outro: Show runs tha town (yea)

Show runs tha town (Ya’ll niggas ain’t fuckin wit me)

Show runs tha town (I’m President Obama in my hood nigga)

Show runs tha town (& in order to succeed)

Show runs tha town (U gotta keep them fuck niggas out yo camp bruh)

Show runs tha town (& that’s real shit)

Show runs tha town (Ain’t no fuck nigga allowed in mine)

Cuz Show runs tha town (Haha ha!)

Songwriter: Antoine Le’velle Lewis Harden (Tha True Showtime)

Producer: Big K Beatz

Executive Producer: Tha True Showtime

Mixtape: Tha Hurt

℗ 2015 Str Pwr Records

Lyrics

[musical intro]

Hook: Anythin that u want; nigga I got ya

Anythin that u need; nigga I got ya

Need 2 get back on yo feet; nigga I got ya

I break bread wit tha team; nigga I got ya

Real niggas (I got ya); My hood (I got ya)

My nigga (I got ya); It’s all good (I got ya)

Anythin that u need; nigga I got ya

I break bread wit tha team; nigga I got ya

Verse 1: & u ain’t winnin, if yo team ain’t winnin

& how u spendin money that yo team ain’t spendin

Since, I was on tha ground boy my team been wit me

It’s tha same 2 mouthafuckas that u always seen wit me

& if they need a job, then I’ma give they ass some work

Nigga u was down wit me since we were goin thru tha hurt

Fuck niggas get put on & start changin colors (on that fuck shit)

They get a lil paper, then they act like they don’t kno ya

Not me; fuck that; I’m 2 real; I’m a loyalist (real shit)

& keepin yo team around in this world is important (preach)

They tha ones that keep u grounded, when u get tha big head (preach)

They struggled on tha come-up 2; it’s only rite I break bread (real shit)

Hook: Anythin that u want; nigga I got ya

Anythin that u need; nigga I got ya

Need 2 get back on yo feet; nigga I got ya

I break bread wit tha team; nigga I got ya

Real niggas (I got ya); My hood (I got ya)

My nigga (I got ya); It’s all good (I got ya)

Anythin that u need; nigga I got ya

I break bread wit tha team; nigga I got ya

Verse 2: When we hit tha club, I’ma ball wit my niggas

No soldier left behind, I’ma fall wit my niggas

& when I’m eatin tha cake, then I’m eatin wit my niggas

It’s time 2 make a decision, then I’m meetin wit my niggas

& if u wanna beef, then I’m beefin wit my niggas

& if they draw tha heat, then I’m heatin wit my niggas

Don’t fuck wit fuck niggas; don’t even try 2 come near (keep that fuck shit ova there)

No fuck shit; nigga it’s real ova here (real shit)

I got yo back; call me when tha struggle gets real (my nigga)

Call me, when it’s time 2 squad up & kill (my nigga)

Call me, when u need 2 come up on some mo dough (my nigga)

Call me, when it’s time 2 ride; no questions, let’s go (real shit nigga)

Hook: Anythin that u want; nigga I got ya

Anythin that u need; nigga I got ya

Need 2 get back on yo feet; nigga I got ya

I break bread wit tha team; nigga I got ya

Real niggas (I got ya); My hood (I got ya)

My nigga (I got ya); It’s all good (I got ya)

Anythin that u need; nigga I got ya

I break bread wit tha team; nigga I got ya

Outro: Aye, what it do?

U kno boy Showtime keep it 1 mill everyday, all day, 24/7, 365, ya feel me

So I wanna give a shoutout 2 my nigga, Gotti, man

4 givin me all these beats & shit

Makin this shit possible

U kno what I’m sayin, gettin everythin jumped off, ya feel me

Then I wanna shoutout Esklusive Gang, Neciy Locc, Scotty Barz man

Ya’ll up next bruh, ya feel me

& ya’ll kno anythin ya’ll need yo boy, Show, got ya man

Str8 like that bruh

Aye Showtime Entertainment Records baby

Show Ent. tha movement

Let’s get it

Written By: Antoine Le’velle Lewis Harden (Tha True Showtime)

Produced By: Dre Beatz

Executive Producer: Tha True Showtime

Mixtape: Tha Hurt

℗ 2015 Str Pwr Records

Lyrics

Intro: Can’t tell me nuthin (u can not tell me nuthin)

Mothafuckas can’t tell me nuthin (can’t tell me nuthin)

Na, nada, no, no (can’t tell me nuthin)

Ha, what that mean tho

Hook: Can’t tell me nuthin (nuthin)

Can’t tell me nuthin (can’t tell me)

U can’t tell me nuthin (nuthin)

U can’t tell me nuthin (can’t tell me)

Can’t tell me what (what, can’t tell me)

U can’t tell me nuthin (wooh)

Can’t tell me nuthin

Can’t tell me nuthin (can’t tell me)

Couldn’t tell me nuthin (couldn’t tell me)

Make somethin out of nuthin

Can’t tell me nuthin (nuthin)

Make somethin out of nuthin (can’t)

Make somethin out of nuthin (u can’t tell me)

U can’t tell me nuthin (nuthin)

Can’t tell me, u can’t tell me (can’t tell me nuthin)

U can’t me tell nuthin (nuthin, can’t tell me nuthin)

Can’t tell me this (u can’t tell me nuthin), u can’t tell me nuthin

Can’t tell me that (u can’t tell me nuthin), can’t tell me nuthin

U can’t tell me nuthin, u can’t tell me nuthin

Verse 1: Did my own thang 4 a min, now all these pussy lil niggas can’t tell me nuthin (nuthin)

Niggas always runnin they mothafuckin mouth, u could neva tell a pussy nigga nuthin (but, but, but)

I ain’t get help 4rm u, or u, or u, u can’t tell me nuthin (not at all)

I was on tha corner by myself when a nigga was sellin CDs, nigga str8 hustlin

Get it like nuthin (nada); I was str8 hustlin (huh uh)

Bitch I get it like it’s nuthin, made somethin out of nuthin (nuthin)

This is what I do, mothafucka I’ma take it 2 tha top, mothafucka it’s nuthin (at all)

Nigga it’s nuthin; wanna bunk? It’s nuthin

Nigga it’s nuthin; u ain’t got nuthin (nuthin), pockets got nuthin

Pull up like skrt, skrt in a lil somethin, it ain’t really nuthin jus a lil somethin 2 ride in (skrt, skrt)

Slide up in that pussy, but it’s jus a lil somethin slippery splash, somethin jus 2 slide in (squirt, squirt)

C u later alligator, Lacoste

U is jus a lil hater, I’m the boss (got damn)

Made somethin out of nuthin;

U can catch me wit my niggas str8 puffin mothafucka, cuz it ain’t really nuthin (nuthin)

Turnt it into somethin (turnt it into somethin)

Catch me in tha hood or u can catch me in tha suburbs

Either way nigga it ain’t really fuckin nuthin

Shawty think we got somethin (somethin), jus cuz we fuckin (fuckin)

Baby it ain’t really nuthin (nuthin)

I jus wanna c them A-cups & a cake bitch like a mothafuckin muffin (nuthin)

Hook: Can’t tell me nuthin (can’t tell me)

Can’t tell me nuthin (u can’t tell me nuthin)

Can’t tell me (what)

Can’t tell me what (what, can’t tell me)

U can’t tell me nuthin (wooh)

Can’t tell me nuthin (can’t)

Can’t tell me nuthin (can’t tell me)

Couldn’t tell me nuthin (couldn’t tell me shit)

Make somethin out of nuthin

(Aye, Scotty I got u bruh)

Can’t tell me nuthin (nuthin)

(Showtime)

Make somethin out of nuthin

(real shit)

Verse 2: Can’t tell me nothin (nothin)

I put that shit on my mama (put that shit on my mama)

Bank account started wit a dolla (dolla)

Then I added 3 commas (yep, I added 3 commas)

I had 2 hustle my way up (up)

Up out this struggle (up out this struggle)

Man, I did that shit on my own

I did it wit my own muscles (wit my own muscles)

Lamb ass niggas who ain’t bout tha paper can’t fuck wit a nigga like me

Cuz I’m bout that shit mothafuckas I’m handin out checks like Nike

Ya’ll b movin 2 slow, I stay on go, ya’ll can’t hang (can’t hang)

Am I grindin? nigga what tha fuck do u thank (do u thank)

I remember I was jus gettin out of jail & broke

When I had 1st met my niggas, Esklusive Gang (squad)

I was on tha low, had 2 come-up again (what!?!)

Did it in 2 months, nigga I get it in (damn)

Keepin it 1 mill, nigga I did it all (all)

Like Jeezy on this road I done seen it all (all)

Up & down tha street a nigga had 2 fuckin walk

Jus 4 that now everywhere I go a nigga gotta ball (ball)

This some real shit, nigga I ain’t bluffin

On tha real ya’ll niggas can’t tell me nuthin (nuthin)

Hook: Can’t tell me nuthin (can’t tell me)

Can’t tell me nuthin (nuthin)

U can’t tell me (can’t tell me)

Can’t tell me what (what, can’t tell me)

U can’t tell me nuthin (wooh)

Can’t tell me nuthin

Can’t tell me nuthin (can’t tell me)

Couldn’t tell me nuthin (couldn’t tell me)

Make somethin out of nuthin

Can’t tell me nuthin (nuthin)

Make somethin out of nuthin (can’t)

Make somethin out of nuthin (can’t tell me)

U can’t tell me nuthin (nuthin)

Can’t tell me, u can’t tell me (can’t tell me nuthin)

U can’t me tell nuthin (nuthin, can’t tell me nuthin)

Can’t tell me this (u can’t tell me nuthin), u can’t tell me nuthin

Can’t tell me that (u can’t tell me nuthin), can’t tell me nuthin

U can’t tell me nuthin, u can’t tell me nuthin

[musical outro]

Written By: Scotty Barz & Antoine Le’velle Lewis Harden (Tha True Showtime)

Produced By: The Beat Plug

Executive Producer: Tha True Showtime

Mixtape: Tha Hurt

℗ 2015 Str Pwr Records

Lyrics

Intro: These fuck niggas really trippin out this bitch bruh bruh

So I gotta inform my real niggas on what they should do, when they see a fuck nigga