Thuggin for Real (feat. JayDa Youngan)

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Uh-uh-uh (ra, ra, ra)
 Uh-uh-uh (Crip)
 Ayy, 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 clutchin' my steel
 I swear I'm tuckin' my steel, gang
 Quando Rondo, nigga (ayy, yeah)
 Feds kicked my grandma door in talkin' 'bout a shooting
 Trending topic of my city
 Gotta watch how I'm movin'
 I know these niggas out to get me
 I don't trust nobody
 Leaky strapped up with that glizzy down to catch a body
 Ridin' around, I'm ridin'
 And I'm slidin' on any fuck nigga claimin' they want it
 When there's beef we on your street
 I'm not gon' drop the bag on it
 It's consequences when you fuck with me and any of my homies
 When it come to that fuck shit, swear to God that we on it
 Can't say that I'm caught up in the fame
 'Cause bitch I stay in 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
 Niggas 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 .38 and I got it from Pooda
 I'll up the murder rate, nigga play I'ma do 'em
 So I got the license plate, so now I gotta lose 'em
 Popping these percys, I swear I abuse them
 Thuggin' in public we uppin' on Truman
 That nigga had ran, it was him and manz
 We flippin' this city and callin' my shooters
 These niggas be bluffin', ain't really no killers
 Got a drum on the Glock call that bitch Reggie Miller
 The shit that they talkin, I swear I don't feel it
 Push it up, bitch it's stuck, I swear I don't miss
 When it's up, bitch it's stuck, I swear I'ma kill 'em, ohh
 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 askin' for help
 I grab my hecktor out the dresser
 Then I wipe off my shells
 I wonder who gon' walk with my through the valley of death
 Feds kicked my grandma door in talkin' 'bout a shooting
 Trending topic of my city
 Gotta watch how I'm movin'
 I know these niggas out to get me
 I don't trust nobody
 Leaky strapped up with that glizzy down to catch a body
 Ridin' around, I'm ridin'
 And I'm slidin' on any fuck nigga claimin' they want it
 When there's beef we on your street
 I'm not gon' drop the bag on it
 It's consequences when you fuck with me and any of my homies
 When it come 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 30 sticks for me to split my opponent
 Spin on that block, let off some shots
 Was tryna take off your stomach
 And all my niggas clear the business, bust yo' shit if I want it
 Got me a bag, had to get me a check
 Thankin' the Lord everyday how I'm blessed
 Fuck niggas 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 .38, 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 gone take your life walk down and put this bitch on you
 Feds kicked my grandma door in talkin' 'bout a shooting
 Trending topic of my city
 Gotta watch how I'm movin'
 I know these niggas out to get me
 I don't trust nobody
 Leaky strapped up with that glizzy down to catch a body
 Ridin' around, I'm ridin'
 And I'm slidin' on any fuck nigga claimin' they want it
 When there's beef we on your street
 I'm not gon' drop the bag on it
 It's consequences when you fuck with me and any of my homies
 When it come to that fuck shit, swear to God that we on it
 

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Duration
03:35
Key
1
Tempo
77 BPM

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