Niggas be like "Fred, you ain't never lied" Fuck the rap shit my gangsta is solidified Still do my business on the side Bitch if you police, don't pay me no nevermind I was thuggin' Black and red laces in my number threes Take a pull up off the wood and let that motherfucka breathe Sit outside a busta crib and let that mothafucka leave Walk his ass back in and put him on his mothafuckin' knees Thuggin' Never takin' no for an answer Might just take a loss but bitch I’d rather take my chances Liquor got me lurkin' where you're livin' in the night time 59 fifty to the left but I'm in my right mind Thuggin' Pants gonna be saggin' til I'm 40 Still lyrically sharper than these short bus shorties Phonies ain't gon' throw me in this Minstrel Show These labels see how far up in their mouth my dick can go So go on and, choke on this meat and throw my song on repeat Might move away one day but I'm always gonna belong to the streets
I'm straight thuggin' And it feels so good, and it feels so right yeah And it feels so good, and it feels so right
Cause mothafucka I'm thuggin' Selling you the science of the street rap Every mothafuckin' show I do is off the meat rack I done been in jail, I do my best not to repeat that I’m tryin to feed my family, give a fuck about your feedback Critically acclaimed, but that shit don't mean a thing When you rocking mics and still in microwaves cooking 'caine Never trippin' on a dame, I'm too cold for you broke hoes Don't let the knob hit your booty when the door close, bitch She let me hit it cause I'm thuggin' Squares need not apply, I'm so fly I might fuck her cousin Swiftly 'bout to stick a sweet dick in your sweetheart Then get some groceries off might geek a EBT card Why the Feds worried 'bout me clocking on this corner When there's politicians out here getting popped in Arizona
Bitch I'm thuggin' And it feels so good, and it feels so right And it feels so good, and it feels so right
Cause mothafucka I'm thuggin' "We’re not against rappers, we're against those thugs" Can't be legit when every nigga in your clique sold drugs Renegade felons in my faculty, real killers can vouch for me Kick it at the crib where your children might cop an ounce from me And smoke out in the Chevy with us, cause in the past My low class black ass would serve my own fucking family members I hate to say it, ain't no need to be discreet If she don't cop from me, she'll get it from a nigga up the street Cause he thuggin' And yo she'd probably suck his dick for it She turn't out so it ain't shit to turn a trick for it My Uncle last bitch, put him on the glass dick Tried to rob a man to feed his habit, he got blasted I live on borrowed time, my expiration date I'm past it So lock me up forever, but this shit is everlasting
I'm thuggin' And it feels so good, and it feels so right And it feels so good, and it feels so right Cause mothafucka I'm thuggin' BitchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
