That was the second beat that I did for him. I knew that Thug had used it, I just didn’t know he was going to put it out. C4 is actually closer to Trouble than he is to Thug I think the song was originally supposed to be for Trouble. Thug wasn’t feeling it at first but I guess C4 kinda gave him some direction on the song. I was like, ‘I don’t care what you say, I feel like this is a hit!’ was like, ‘I do too! I’ma try my best to play it for him.’ So when he got in the studio with Thug, I think that was one of the first beats he played. I was putting together this beat for Thug and I sent it to C4. The beat kinda made itself, to be honest. Once I had the piano down, I went into Nexus and I found some synth notes and plucks to add behind the piano. It took me about 30 minutes to get a good piano going. Honestly, bro, that’s how most of these beats get made. I really don’t know how to play the piano so I was just experimenting until something sounded decent. I started by playing the piano, just throwing notes together. I was still living in South Carolina at the time. Like a thief in the night I take anything but some pussy She got that head like a dyke She got that head that I like Deep in your partner ain't right Put that lil' babe on ice I make the paper like Rice Head on that bucket, your mothafuckin' life, Skoob I promise you don't know me I pull up 'bout my cake Where I'm from is not safe I got fish, I'm a lake Scoop them grits on a plate Guess she thought it was steak I'm a thief in the night Make her ride like a bike I get 'em all on the rice (On the rice) She didn't even know what it was but she taste it I dig in, her shit sound like Jason I be on Percocets more than occasion They betting on me like in Vegas Betting on me like I'm Vegas Stick to the code man, there won't be no trace Thugga Thugga, tell me what would you say? What would you say? No J Money, but my gun say, "Bow" Pop a molly, look at her then fiend I'm the target mofucka, no beam No this shit is not good as it seems I might give her the boot with no jeans I kick shit like a chong and a ching I'm a boss, I'm 'bout that unity Sandwiches, you know you in between And you gotta know we at the green You gotta be young nigga, wilder than Billie Jean Gotta have paper for lawyer fees You ain't with it, you a L Still getting it, yeah, bails Break it down on the scale If it add up, hell yeah, I do it Lap back as he ran to it Like a thief in the night I take anything but some pussy She got that head like a dyke She got that head that I like Deep in your partner ain't right Put that lil' babe on ice I make the paper like rice Head on that bucket, your mothafuckin' life, Skoob I promise you don't know me I pull up 'bout my cake Where I'm from is not safe I got fish, I'm a lake Scoop them grits on a plate Guess she thought it was steak I'm a thief in the night Make her ride like a bike I go down on a dyke, I go up on my price I might drop Kimbo Slice, kidnap like Uncle Ice I got grits at the beach and they white like a rice Let Trouble take your life After I give you five Straight put that five to the side It ain't no question how nigga gon' ride When they come with them questions My nigga get quiet, sh sh, nigga sit quiet, sh sh I am not taking no disrespect You Patrick Ewing, you pump fakin' No that won't happen on me I drop a key like the mufuckin' beat I look good as your dad on a Friday So many cars I gotta buy a driveway Never gon' let 'em live a nigga crime day Serving these X and P's instead of poppin' Pockets fat up like they jumped 'em YSL, that slimy anaconda (Yeah) Bicking back, being bool like a uncle (Yeah) I'm so geeked up, I might fuck a condom
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