How Memphis Dudes Rap

[Intro]
Ricky
You see what I´m saying?
Listen, cuh, listen, mane
Listen, foo´, oh naw you trippin, cuh
Kick it over here, baby, pow
Yeah

[Verse]
If you thuggin, why you put that on the net, that shit confusing
The way he actin´ real, like match the lyrics in his music
7.62 ate him up, his bullets swimmin´ in his belly
Tote a Glock in 5th grade, tote a choppa at 11
Why he actin´ gangsta, boy, we know that you is tellin´
He dropped a diss at 6 ´o clock and he was dead by 7
My dawg a juvenile, he walk around with that lil banger
But I can´t hit no lick with him, I feel he´d point his finger
Where the bad bitches at? Point em out and bring em here
Shе like the way I´m dressеd and diamonds shine like chandelier
I drink Activis, get activated, don´t know bout drinking beer
Runnin´ from the cops, we hid in trash ´til it was clear
A snake gon´ shed it´s skin, you gon´ shed a tear
Man, that jit was stupid cause he thuggin´ in his lyrics
Niggas callin´ beef with me don´t take care of their children
Put a hole inside his face and I ain´t talkin´ dimple
Glock had ate him up, he tried to get a Kool-Aid pickle
Thumb inside her butt, he claim he was a thug
I saw my nigga wind up and heard to let it bust
Left that nigga crippled, he was swimming in his blood
Man, that nigga stupid, foo´, you is not my cuh
I know where he be servin´ at, I pulled up where he was