Intro: It time. lock in. Chorus: Go Hoodlums, Go Thugs All my street niggas, Movin them drugs. Go strip bitch, make a nigga rich I know the ready aint really gon like this But Go Hoodlums, Go Thugs All my street niggas, Movin them drugs. Go strip bitch, make a nigga rich I know the ready aint really gon like this But 1st verse: I see everybody talking bout what crisp they drinking But no body really saying what a thug be thinking. See they bitches dont know you Till you come with the lincoln. Or the porsce eyes lift up like the car was winking. Real niggas on the block Wit big dimes in his sock You bet somewhere is a glock Post it up