Thuggin

(Hmm, Elii) Thuggin' 'til the sun up, I can't put my gun up Run into the opps, I'll kill everyone one 'em I done got my funds up, I'll get you touched up I drop a bag, get you killed in front of your mother Yatta on some other, I been on some other 'Cause they took my brother, that shit left me fucked up I don't see my son much, but I love you, Bubba Thankful for my son, but I should've wore a rubber Thuggin' 'til the sun up, I can't put my gun up Run into the opps, I'll kill everyone one 'em I done got my funds up, I'll get you touched up I drop a bag, get you killed in front of your mother Yatta on some other, I been on some other 'Cause they took my brother, that shit left me fucked up I don't see my son much, but I love you, Bubba Thankful for my son, but I should've wore a rubber I swear to God, I'm tired of all this fake love Goin' through depression got me wanna take drugs Losing faith got me wanna give up But my family need me, so I can't give up Fuck these niggas, 'cause these niggas fake as fuck And fuck these bitches, 'cause these bitches fake as fuck And when we ride, we want a homicide And after that we double back, and rock the candle light I swear to god if it's spunky, I'll let that choppa work Retaliation wasn't back offensive, we was poppin' first And he was banging on the net, and that's what got him hurt Werko down for marijuana, he got all kind of work The fake we done went through with the real so good, it's camouflage Reminisce on better days, sit back and fantasize Nigga we ain't throwin' white flags Niggas straddle in the fence and got his life snatched Yeah, yeah Thuggin' 'til the sun up, I can't put my gun up Run into the opps, I'll kill everyone one 'em I done got my funds up, I'll get you touched up I drop a bag, get you killed in front of your mother Yatta on some other, I been on some other 'Cause they took my brother, that shit left me fucked up I don't see my son much, but I love you, Bubba Thankful for my son, but I should've wore a rubber Thuggin' 'til the sun up, I can't put my gun up Run into the opps, I'll kill everyone one 'em I done got my funds up, I'll get you touched up I drop a bag, get you killed in front of your mother Yatta on some other, I been on some other 'Cause they took my brother, that shit left me fucked up I don't see my son much, but I love you, Bubba Thankful for my son, but I should've wore a rubber