Thuggin for Real (feat. JayDa Youngan)

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Aye, turn my mic up, gang

I don't know what they on but bitch we thuggin' for real

'Fore I walk up out my home, I swear I'm clutching my steel

I swear I'm tuckin' my steel, gang, Quando Rando, ****

Feds kicked my grandma door in talkin' bout a shootin'

Trendin' topic of my city gotta watch how I'm movin'

I know these **** out to get me I don't trust nobody

Leeky strapped up with that glizzy down to catch a body

Ridin' around, I'm ridin

And I'm slidin' on any fuck **** claimin' they want it

When there's beef we on your street, I ain't gone drop the bag on it

It's consequences when you fuck with me and any my homies

When it come down to that fuck shit swear to God that we on it

Can't say I'm caught up in the fame 'cause, bitch, I stay the streets

Catch him slippin' and bust his brains, you know I stay with that heat

He best not mention my name or we gon' put him to sleep

**** say what 'bout that gang, bitch know that all us gone creep

No face, no case, they don't know who the shooter

All white thirty-eight and I got it from boo

I'll up the murder rate, ****, play I'ma do 'em

So I got a license plate so now I gotta lose 'em

Poppin' these percys I swear I abuse them

Thuggin in public we uppin on Truman

That **** had ran, it was him and his mans

We flipping this city and callin' my shooters

Theses **** be bluffin' they ain't really no killas

Got a drum on the glock call that bitch Reggie Miller

The shit that they talkin' I swear I don't feel 'em

When it's up, bitch, it's stuck, I swear I won't miss

When it's up, bitch, it's stuck, I swear I'ma kill 'em

When it's up, bitch, it's stuck, I swear I'ma kill 'em, gang

Wake every morning, brush my teeth and throw my flag to my left

Drop to my knees and say a prayer, Lord, I'm asking for help

I grab my hector out the dresser then I walk by myself

I wonder who gon' walk with me through the valley of death

Feds kicked my grandma door in talkin' bout a shootin'

Trendin' topic of my city gotta watch how I'm movin'

I know these **** out to get me I don't trust nobody

Leeky strapped up with that glizzy down to catch a body

Ridin' around, I'm ridin

And I'm slidin' on any fuck **** claimin' they want it

When there's beef we on your street, I ain't gone drop the bag on it

It's consequences when you fuck with me and any my homies

When it come down to that fuck shit swear to God that we on it

We on it and we coming

Point at your head like who want it?

In these streets this shit get real

So I'm prepared for the moment

All that fuck shit get you killed

So I can't fuck with you phonies

Every day I'm in the field, I'ma go off just like Tony

And I ain't had to ask for shit, I ran it up by my lonely

The glocks, they come with thirty sticks for me to split my opponent

Spin on they block, let off some shots, was tryna take off your stomach

And all my **** clear the business, bust your shit if I want it

Got me a bag, had to get me a check

Thanking the Lord every day, I'm blessed

Fuck **** mad, I'ma stand in their chest

He cross the line, I'ma take off his neck

Check out my diamonds, I flooded my neck

Shoutout to my city, they know who the best

Fuck all the haters, bitch, get off my dick

Never gon' fold, I was built for this shit

T-shirts and picture frames, I'm tryna put your face on it

I grabbed a thirty-eight, a dirty K, now I'm like who want it?

If you want cancer I got answers, bitch, we right on your corner

It's on sight, gon' take your life, walk down and put this bitch on you

Feds kicked my grandma door in talkin' bout a shootin'

Trendin' topic of my city gotta watch how I'm movin'

I know these **** out to get me I don't trust nobody

Leeky strapped up with that glizzy down to catch a body

Ridin' around, I'm ridin

And I'm slidin' on any fuck **** claimin' they want it

When there's beef we on your street, I ain't gone drop the bag on it

It's consequences when you fuck with me and any my homies

When it come down to that fuck shit swear to God that we on it