Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled
Vocais
Ace Hood
Ace Hood
Vocais
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame
Vocais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled
Composição
J. Malphurs
J. Malphurs
Composição
Antoine McColister
Antoine McColister
Composição
Lex Luger
Lex Luger
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Lex Luger
Lex Luger
Produção
Inderan K. Bailey
Inderan K. Bailey
Engenharia (gravação)
Ben Diehl
Ben Diehl
Engenharia (gravação)
Lu Diaz
Lu Diaz
Engenharia (mixagem)
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

[Verse 1]
Police kicked my door and shorty last night
I'd be damned if I don't go out without a fight
My girlfriend says she needs some new shoes in a bag
I tell her shut the fuck up and get off yo ass
I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin'
Middle fingers to the cops and the judge
Raised by the old **** just mean mug
I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin'
Middle fingers to the cops and the judge
Raised by the old **** just mean mug
[Verse 2]
God bless a **** soul bitch I'm out here
Wear the wrong color you can't come around here
So get your mind right, and keep your pistol close
Hoppin out that ride out into your face, just like a seminal
I'm a **** stay thuggin' my lil cousin got his chopper chrome
And a **** want problems, take your top off like a metro dome
And make loud noises, sound like it's world war
Never break a sweat, that's what them killers for
I get money ho, on some real shit
Deck 100's on me, that's just what I deal with
Waka's thugged out, and we the business
See me up the hammer bet your **** feel quick
Mama pray for me, commit a lot of sins
Ad it don't make it better consumin' a lot of gin
Blood sweat and tears, I pour my soul out
Smell the flowers bitch I might just pull a rose out
[Verse 3]
Police kicked my door and shorty last night
I'd be damned if I don't go out without a fight
My girlfriend says she needs some new shoes in a bag
I told her shut the fuck up and get off yo ass
I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin'
Middle fingers to the cops and the judge
Raised by the old **** just mean mug
I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin'
Middle fingers to the cops and the judge
Raised by the old **** just mean mug
[Verse 4]
A young **** thuggin', bucking with his dreads loose
Middle finger all the feds, cause I said to
Now where my G's at? Now where them dope boys?
Now where my **** who be thuggin on the corner for it?
Hands in the air, throw your hood up
Hopping off that 7 trey sixes when I pull up
Now where my bad bitches, who keep that ass fat?
I love a hood bitch, ain't scared to throw that ass back
And I keep them real **** homie that's fact
You a supper duck, I'm talkin Aflac
My **** stormed out, stormed out
Stupid dress in them zones with that stone mouth
Club stupid packed, it's a mad house
Catch you sniffin by yourself and then you passed out
And homie that's word, my **** gon learn
See that red in blue I'm runnin out my Converse
[Verse 5]
Police kicked my door and shorty last night
I'd be damned if I don't go out without a fight
My girlfriend says she needs some new shoes in a bag
I told her shut the fuck up and get off yo ass
I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin'
Middle fingers to the cops and the judge
Raised by the old **** just mean mug
I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin', I'm thuggin'
Middle fingers to the cops and the judge
Raised by the old **** just mean mug
Written by: Ace Hood, DJ Khaled, J. Malphurs, L. Lewis, Lexus Arnel Lewis
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