Thuggin (feat. HBK Leek & CTB Nick)

(Worry bout yourself hoe)

Lil bitch I'm thuggin
Glock 9s and AK-47 playing with the Russians
She suck this dick, I kick her out and then I fuck her cousin
Run him down pistol whip and give a nigga concussions
Headshot grrrt bow end of discussion

I'm heading to the top so I gotta stay focused
I never had a heart so a nigga can't be broken
Lil brodie dropped a body by the time that I wrote this
LSM and CTB like poetry and motion

Thug out
They losing they top when I bug out
My killers on hush he a mush mouth
I walk on yo block with a bust down
Dance on yo block when I touchdown
I'm going to the top it's a fuss now
I do it all skill no luck now
He standing real tall he get cut down

That bitch she a opp and she showing off
She give me some top then I blow it off
Taking out her brain she a know it all
Her body gon drop then I throw it off
Get to yo block then we spent it off
Made a lil band and I spent it all
Call up my mans just to get em gone
Gotta send me sum cash just to get a song

I got energy
Shorty rock my energy
We got chemistry
I'm in her mouth like dentistry
How the inner me became my biggest enemy
You not kin to me
Then nigga you not friends with me
Set it off
Queen Latifah set it off
Just send me a beat and I tear it off
I been on a leash nigga let it off
Say you got cash nigga bet it all
Talk to the jaits imma shake em all
Fake in my face imma snake em all
I get to the safe and I take it all

Lil bitch I'm thuggin
Glock 9 and AK-47 playing with the Russians
She suck this dick, I kick her out and then I fuck her cousin
Run him down pistol whip and give a nigga concussions
Headshot grrrt bow end of discussion

I'm heading to the top so I gotta stay focused
I never had a heart so a nigga can't be broken
Lil brodie dropped a body by the time that I wrote this
LSM and CTB like poetry and motion

Red and Leek gave me this beat I'm just like damn this shit slap
Lotta niggas dropping music I'm like damn they can't rap
They be cappin my niggas really gon blam that's a fact
Tryna go and cop a lamb get out that jam we won't crash

I got bruddas moving bricks and I got bruddas shooting blicks
It ain't no dirt on CTB them people know my crew legit
I cut em off he lying on me ain't no chances you a snitch
I slapped that nigga you dont want no beef forreal
See you a bitch

Say he gon get me all I gotta say is oh
Why the niggas that be dissing me be pussy or they broke
Fuck designer but my bday I put gucci on my toes
Ain't make blow back for no reason if we got it we gon blow
And you know It ain't no joke
That's fasho

See we gon getchu
Tryna get into some shit gon get his momma low on tissue
Say he toting we pull up he shooting BBs out that pistol
Long live that last nigga that tried me sad to say that they don't miss you

Lil bitch I'm thuggin
Glock 9 and AK-47 playing with the Russians
She suck this dick, I kick her out and then I fuck her cousin
Run him down pistol whip and give a nigga concussions
Headshot grrrt bow end of discussion

I'm heading to the top so I gotta stay focused
I never had a heart so a nigga can't be broken
Lil brodie dropped a body by the time that I wrote this
LSM and CTB like poetry and motion



Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Redmond
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