Antt Beatz, DJ Drama, Tee Grizzley - Thanksgiving lyrics

(What up Antt?)
Oh yeah, it's a hood nigga Thanksgiving
(What up Antt?)
You know that means  (Let's get it, DJ)
It's time to feed the streets

Ayy, they say money is the root of all evil
(Oh, that's what they said?)
Psh, okay, tell that to the fam (They happy)
Bein' broke the root of all evil
'cause a broke nigga see us
He gon' try to rob and end up gettin' blammed
(Bop, bop)
Thanksgiving, honeybake, you know I go ham
Ayy, SRT or Bentley truck
I just might go Lamb' (Which one?)
Your bitch, she don't wrestle
But just got through gettin' slammed
Give me soul food vibes 'cause
Niggas sweet as yams (No cap)
Fourth quarter, pass me the rock
I bet I clutch up (Pass)
Wе know everybody ain't gon' like us
So thе fuck what? (Fuck 'em)
You just want to hear yourself talk
Shut the fuck up (Fuck up)
Bitch I'm from the D
Might catch me in the Benz buffed up (yeah)
Niggas think we set today
Bitch this is what we dealt (Nigga)
I can't take no hoes home
That shit'll get you killed
Never been a broke, hatin' ass nigga
How that feel?
They some killers in their songs
We'll kill their ass for real (For real)
They don't like my hood, but when I see them
Bet I throw it up ()
Learned my lesson fuckin' with new niggas
That's a no for us (Fuck 'em)
If I give this lil' bitch my number
Bet she blow it up (I bet you)
Ridin' Rolls truck, white guts
I call it coconut (Woo, woo)
(Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta)
I bet you can't name a
Drug my niggas cannot flip (I bet you)
Don't care what kind of pants they is
My money cannot fit (They can't)
When I see niggas with they bitch
They shit be lookin' lit (Theo)
I wonder
Do them niggas know them hoes was on my dick?
(Goofy) my chain so heavy I could take it
Off and beat you with it (And beat you)
Don't give a fuck if niggas strapped
'cause we'll leave 'em with it (Bop, bop)
The goal was make it out the trenches
Not just me my nigga (Who else?)
But, everybody that I love
So let's complete the mission (Let's get it)
Bag touched
(The bag here) , get sold out (Sold out)
Told brodie (Told bro) , you showin' out
Ridin' with one hundred pounds
Call it Rolling Loud
Shit be gone in a week, trap be goin' wild
(Already?) bad bitch
(Bad bitch) , poke it out (Come here)
They ain't know we was the ones
Bet they know it now (I bet you)
Opp crib
(That's the house) , scope it out (Lay on it)
Who ever walk outside first, blow 'em down
(Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop
Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)

(What up Antt?) oh, you know me
Hahaha mr thanksgiving
(DJ)