Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Duvy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Duvy
Songwriter
Vory
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Markolenzmtb
Producer
Twtbe
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
(TWT, you know how it is)
This shit off the top, man
(Marko Lenz mixed this bounce)
Like every other track, yeah
[Verse 2]
Mhm, girl, don't cry
Pistol with me, scheming, love my life
Yeah, I said, "Thugs don't cry"
She said, "Thugs still cry"
We fillin' up them glizzies, time to ride
Love my life, man, so fire
Henny be on ice
You ain't spin your opps, you wouldn't even think about it
They hella wrong, I ain't even care about it
[Verse 3]
Don't speak up on it, just creep up on 'em, yeah
This beef, I warned you, better keep it, homie
Slime, I'm aiming for your neck
Got a extendo on me
Grindin', work hard for a check
What your life like, homie
Make 'em bleed for brodie
Boy changed, I see you movin' rowdy
Had a green light, boy, I see you wasn't for me
I kick your door for money
Bro, once you switch, I'm slime, I'm slatt, I wipe 'em down
Yeah, better watch out, I ain't friendly
Should've listened, Ma', she told me, they ain't for me
Yeah, back then was lonely
I guess it's my time, I got a Rollie
[Verse 4]
Mhm, girl, don't cry
Pistol with me, scheming, love my life
Yeah, I said, "Thugs don't cry"
She said, "Thugs still cry"
We fillin' up them glizzies, time to ride
Love my life, man, so fire
Henny be on ice
You ain't spin your opps, you wouldn't even think about it
They hella wrong, I ain't even care about it
[Verse 5]
Ayy, thugs don't cry
Bulletproof on all my whips, I can't die
And them shooters I be with, willing to die
I can't lie, I can't lie, yeah
Fuck around, cut your hand, you disrespect the brand, ayy
Ayy, **** be diss, but hide and fuck around, kill your mans
Ayy, blood in his eyes, he got bleached, he took a bloodbath
They killed my brother, it lost my soul, it took my other half
I told myself, I'm done with Perkies, fuck around, took a half
Too many opps up in my city, I ain't know I never had
Put a .30 in that FN, I do him bad
**** screaming, "Free smoke", but it don't never last
I fuck around and tax
[Verse 6]
Girl, don't cry
Pistol with me, scheming, love my life
Yeah, I said, "Thugs don't cry"
She said, "Thugs still cry"
We fillin' up them glizzies, time to ride
Love my life, man, so fire
Henny be on ice
You ain't spin your opps, you wouldn't even think about it
They hella wrong, I ain't even care about it
[Verse 7]
The number 17 means to me, everything
I love it, I live for it
17 to the death of me
17 for my ****
17 for all the dawgs, 17 to 10, to 40
17 Cane Grassway, ****
Jane & Finch life, we live this, South Jane
Southside shit
Written by: Duvy, Vory
