Background

[Chorus]
Thugging for real nigga, I don't give a fuck 'bout your background (Background)
Keep the MAC round, put my mask up and put it back down (Skirt)
Hanging out that window with that chopstick, wet your back down
Nigga that's a fact, I cross a track thugging, all black down
Put my life on the line for this shit, I score the touchdown (Touchdown)
First he was icy, 'til I robbed him for his bust down (Bust down, nigga)
Pillow talking to these hoes, nigga fucking up the trust now (Yeah)
No more guts fried chicken, I'm picking like a duck now (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
No more duck, duck, goose (Yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna knock your noodles (Yeah, yeah)
Turn that boy to steak, medium-well, cook him like some food (Food)
Blow your brains on the floor, breaking news, we broke the rules (Rules)
I was 16 in school, pulling up on 22s (Yеah)
Running up the money
I work hard for that Chev' on 24s, thеy stole it from me
I'm the type of lil' nigga pull down, kill you and your oldest homie
I swear to God, Oscu he say "I got a shoulder on me" (Shoulder on me)
I tote a shoulder strap, cause I know the streets votin' on me (Votin' on me)
Wanna see me dead or jailed, in here that's how they votin' on me (Votin' on me)
[?], be careful with that shit, they [?] (Yeah, yeah)
Gotta be careful who you put in work with' cause they folded on me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I swear to God

[Chorus]
Thugging for real nigga, I don't give a fuck 'bout your background (Background)
Keep the MAC round, put my mask up and put it back down (Back down)
Hanging out that window with that chopstick, wet your back down (Rah, rah)
Nigga that's a fact, I cross a track thugging, all black down
Put my life on the line for this shit, I score the touchdown (Touchdown)
First he was icy, 'til I robbed him for his bust down (Bust down, nigga)
Pillow talking to these hoes, nigga fucking up the trust now (Pillow talking-ass)
Told my old bitch fuck her, she can get hit by a bus now (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I cut hoes off for a living, P'
I'm a double OG and I got stripes like the referee (Referee)
Yeah, and I got the right artillery, got the type of shit'll knock your legs off 'fore you cross the street
Ready for war, niggas cold as shit, hit them with that heat pad (Pussy)
I dissed the opp, play it for the DJ for some feedback (Spin that back)
Rappers talk tough on them songs, behind closed doors getting T-bagged (Niggas hoes)
Niggas steady showing they envy me when I hop out the G-Wag' (Bitch ass)
I'm finna let go of shots, 'fore I take off I let the seat back (Pussy ass)
Toting that fire since elementary, I swear, I had to beat ass (Hoe ass)
You want a [?] one, we put them [?] up on your ass (Bitch)
I'm the type of nigga that'll bring some shit up from the past so I can blast (Rah)

[Chorus]
Thugging for real nigga, I don't give a fuck 'bout your background (Background)
Keep the MAC round, put my mask up and put it back down (Back down)
Hanging out that window with that chopstick, wet your back down (Rah, rah)
Nigga that's a fact, I cross a track thugging, all black down
Put my life on the line for this shit, I score the touchdown (Touchdown)
First he was icy, 'til I robbed him for his bust down (Bust down, nigga)
Pillow talking to these hoes, nigga fucking up the trust now (Yeah)
Told my old bitch fuck her, she can get hit by a bus now