THUGGIN NOT CLUBBIN

[Intro]
(Sorry)
(Makin' all the hits)

[Verse 1: Peysoh]
Take that shit to the back
Tell my brother if he pull me, then your ass better blast
He told me, "Chill, 'cause we in public," I ain't goin' for that
And if that boy don't wanna fight, then we pokin' his ass
And best believe we had it tucked if I walked in that function
Everybody with me kill, don't think about it, just dump it
Everybody with me step', ain't no kissin' and huggin'
I'm only comin' if I'm paid, bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin

[Chorus: Peysoh]
Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin'
Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin'
Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin'
Everybody with me step, bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin'

[Verse 2: Peysoh]
Everybody with me stepper, ain't no nerds with me
I'm goin' sober on that skit, ain't no Percs with me
If you my brother, let's go slide, fool, come purge with me
And I can wake up, hit your bitch like, "Come to Turks with me"
I ain't gon' do that, that was Ill mans
I don't call too many people homie 'cause they tell plans
Humble as it get, remember granny had to sell cans
Twitchin' when that bullet hit his body, that's his shell dance
One opp, two opp, three opps gone
Baby, let me see you move your body to this song
One shot, two shot, three shots, four
I don't need no one to hold my hand when I blow

[Chorus: Peysoh & AZ Chike]
Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin'
Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin'
Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin'
Everybody with me step, bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin' (Huh, huh, huh, huh)

[Verse 3: AZ Chike & Peysoh]
Psh, bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin'
I'm the hottest nigga out, is you fuckin' or fuckin'?
Told Doggie, "We can up, it's nothin'"
I ain't with the friendly shit, who the fuck is you huggin'?
I ain't with that friendly shit, you wanna hug him, you can do that Speakin' on my name, that's what got your partner blew back
Gon' chase him off his block, then tell him come and get his shoes back
He good with all that runnin', y'all should name his ass the the new Flash
Psh, bed rock, head top, give him two taps
This bitch tryna explain 'bout her name, I'm like, "Who asked?"
Psh, he ain't got enough rank, go get some hours in
This my third trip to the bank and the same day, they thinkin', "Not again"
I'm puttin' belt on they ass, I'm tellin' suckers, "Throw the towel in"
He like, "Why it's loose?" I'm the reason she got mileage
I'm flyer than a bitch, I told baby, "I'm a pilot"
If Lena ain't gon' fuck, then Adam put me in with Violet
Now I'm hoppin' off a bike, I be movin' like I'm Deebo
Workers in the kitchen, I can't wait to bring the beef on
Topic of the day is homicide and it's a theme song
I'm paranoid and l'ma let it loose if you blink wrong
Yeah, I'm scrollin' on the 'Gram, tryna find a nigga to creep on
I'm flyin' out his bitch and buy a bottle for us to drink on
It's me and the gang plenty dick for you to eat on
I'm poppin' niggas in they mouth, I'm not the one to speak on, nigga
They better let me in or l'ma shoot it through the peephole
Pourin' up in custody, I'm feelin' like I'm Rio
Ducking Violations, I be fuckin' on my PO
My life been like a movie, l'ma name this shit a B-roll
Yeah, I'm fuckin' with the eses, the keeways, the P funks
Speakin' on the B Team, the easy way get beat on
Psh, all three opp niggas need three thongs
We hoppin' out the back with that— frrt, nigga, keep on

[Chorus: Peysoh]
Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin'
Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin'
Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin'
Everybody with me step, bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin'