Watch Out
Thugga
I'm talkin' 'bout this Thug Thursday, three, mane
2016 shit
All my niggas bosses, all my niggas hustlers
All my niggas gettin' money, all my niggas 100
All my niggas been on, all my niggas stay silent
All my niggas some players, all my niggas done retired
Pulled up drop head, pulled off in a spur
So gone off Patron, I forgot to pull out of her
Whole life is a blur, get money, get high
Weed habit too expensive but ain't none else I wanna try
Tryna see what else I wanna buy, I'ma fly type of guy
Still feel like I'm winning, you see these Forgi's spinning?
Feel like I'm back in the beginning
Feel like I keep getting better
When I look at my new bitches I feel like I keep getting better
Used to roll in the slabs since deuces in a dab
Now I can't talk about cars without making them mad
They say I brag too much 'cause I talk about stuff they ain't touched
I rap for hustlers livin' that boss life like us
Watch out lil' bitch, damn, watch out lil' bitch
Watch out lil' hoe, watch out lil' hoe
I been smoking gas out the O
I been countin' up, you ain't know (countin' up, countin' up)
Just checked out my wrist, it's so gold (damn)
Just looked at my chain, it's on froze, damn
I ain't come over here for nothin', bitch, you know we is fuckin'
That OG gas I'm puffin', runnin' up bands comin' from nothin'
Check out the ass on my bitch, she butt naked whippin' a brick
I might just empty the clip (damn)
Don't come in my trap takin' pics (ayy)
Hold up, wait a minute, they done let me through the door
Now my pockets full of dough, my life a movie like Blow
I'm icy, my wrist is on snow, she want me, I already know
Fucked the bitch right on the floor then after that she gotta go
Watch how I run up them bands
Pops told me, "Run it up, run it up"
Workin' all night 'til the sol is up
Now niggas is pissed that we comin' up
Jumpin' in the crowd, I be foolin'
Dice Soho, I'm swervin' and zoomin'
Icy like bitch we just coolin' (ice)
Schoolin' these niggas like students (ayy)
Shawty she thick and she fine (damn)
Hit that pussy from behind (worth it)
Pull out and bust on her spine (yuh)
If it's good I hit her one more time (I might)
Icy life, worldwide, bitch, you what it is
I'm talkin' 'bout this Thug Thursday, three, mane
2016 shit
All my niggas bosses, all my niggas hustlers
All my niggas gettin' money, all my niggas 100
All my niggas been on, all my niggas stay silent
All my niggas some players, all my niggas done retired
Pulled up drop head, pulled off in a spur
So gone off Patron, I forgot to pull out of her
Whole life is a blur, get money, get high
Weed habit too expensive but ain't none else I wanna try
Tryna see what else I wanna buy, I'ma fly type of guy
Still feel like I'm winning, you see these Forgi's spinning?
Feel like I'm back in the beginning
Feel like I keep getting better
When I look at my new bitches I feel like I keep getting better
Used to roll in the slabs since deuces in a dab
Now I can't talk about cars without making them mad
They say I brag too much 'cause I talk about stuff they ain't touched
I rap for hustlers livin' that boss life like us
Watch out lil' bitch, damn, watch out lil' bitch
Watch out lil' hoe, watch out lil' hoe
I been smoking gas out the O
I been countin' up, you ain't know (countin' up, countin' up)
Just checked out my wrist, it's so gold (damn)
Just looked at my chain, it's on froze, damn
I ain't come over here for nothin', bitch, you know we is fuckin'
That OG gas I'm puffin', runnin' up bands comin' from nothin'
Check out the ass on my bitch, she butt naked whippin' a brick
I might just empty the clip (damn)
Don't come in my trap takin' pics (ayy)
Hold up, wait a minute, they done let me through the door
Now my pockets full of dough, my life a movie like Blow
I'm icy, my wrist is on snow, she want me, I already know
Fucked the bitch right on the floor then after that she gotta go
Watch how I run up them bands
Pops told me, "Run it up, run it up"
Workin' all night 'til the sol is up
Now niggas is pissed that we comin' up
Jumpin' in the crowd, I be foolin'
Dice Soho, I'm swervin' and zoomin'
Icy like bitch we just coolin' (ice)
Schoolin' these niggas like students (ayy)
Shawty she thick and she fine (damn)
Hit that pussy from behind (worth it)
Pull out and bust on her spine (yuh)
If it's good I hit her one more time (I might)
Icy life, worldwide, bitch, you what it is
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Writer(s): Timothy Mosley, James Washington, Jerome Harmon, Chris Cornell
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