Thuggin

[Hook]
I got niggas with me thuggin out da north boy
Get some dough up in yo pockets, You a broke boy
I got shooters down too shoot, It ain’t no joke boy
Fuck a 9 to 5, I was selling dope boy

I be juggin, I be thuggin with the gang nigga
It be getting scary playing with my name nigga
Where you from? who you with?
What you claim nigga?
I ain’t worried bout these niggas
You know I’m a paid nigga

[Verse 1]
I been getting money, Nigga that my kudo
Now you tryna come around me like we really coo tho
I’m a trap star nigga, So you know that I keep 2 phones
I’ve been pimpin also with these bitches, I got 2 hoes

Gotta keep the money up, I be nonstop thumbin
Either you die broke or rich, The money got me running
I pour up, Wockhardt in my cup it got me buzzin
My niggas play the drums up in the field, they all be drummin

All my nigga’s rock that Gucci and that Fendi
Everywhere that I be steppin out, These niggas envy
I ain’t fear no nigga naw, I give smoke to any
I ain’t trippin bout these bitches either, I got plenty

Fuck you talking bout, you ain’t gang nigga
Frontin that you really bout it, we gon snatch yo chain nigga
Social media thuggin but in real life you a lame nigga
Try to play me like a bitch, I’ll pull up where you stay nigga

[Hook]
I got niggas with me thuggin out da north boy
Get some dough up in yo pockets, You a broke boy
I got shooters down too shoot, It ain’t no joke boy
Fuck a 9 to 5, I was selling dope boy

I be juggin, I be thuggin with the gang nigga
It be getting scary playing with my name nigga
Where you from? who you with?
What you claim nigga?
I ain’t worried bout these niggas
You know I’m a paid nigga

[Verse 2]
When I’m hitting licks I’ll do it with a mask off
I been rolling in a space coupe, I’m boutta blast off
Got a 45 on my waist, Nigga I get playful
Hadda switch the bitches for the money, They ain’t faithful
When they try to holla at yo homeboy, That shit painful
You ain’t eating with me if you ain’t bring none to the table

Free my nigga Angel, Nigga caught another case tho
2020 I pray that you getting out that cage tho
Moving smarter in the streets, So we gotta lay low
Leave all that fuck shit behind me, Focus on El Queso

I been rolling in the Late Night with my OG
Running down, Pressing niggas with a forty
I was trappin, Flippin zips with my nigga Tony
I refuse to die and to leave my momma lonely