Thuggin for Real (feat. JayDa Youngan)

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