THUGBABY

[Intro] Ayo, Pitt, we got one SumYunGhai with me the shit [Chorus: Justin Rarri] R.I.P. the pussy then heartbreak Shorty eating salad that parsley Put the bands on your man, watch the car shake In the Louis V bag should be more cake Bitch, I be the nigga that they all hate I ain't ever finna listen what they all say Count up big bread in broad day Said I don't regret them hard days Essential Gotta keep the ruger on the hip, nigga essential I just fucked a cougar in the backseat of a rental Fucking with me 'cause she really think I be the answer Wish a nigga would roll 'em up in a pencil Two Dracos, get 'em gone, no silencio Niggas leaving nun, ain't no evidence Run the bag on 'em, like oh Imma tax 'em (oh Imma tax 'em) [Verse 1: Gunna] Nigga left home, got a gold Patek Fuck the bitch once and I ain't call her back Wunna too rich, I'm hard to catch Silly bitch sent me a horrible text Wunna not the one to argue with Landed in Houston where Harden at A lot of these rappers be starting cap Need to get some drip, just watch me I took a hit, still can't stop me But usually cut the tax on Roxi The gang but I call 'em my posse You pussies should be riding in a carseat I'm ridin' in her pussy like broccoli Bitch lyin got a nigga so salty This cash got me fucking on Barbies Know you adore me Broke her heart, no, it ain't nothing free Nigga chopped and screwed like Bun B Road to the riches, ain't nothing sweet The road to the riches, ain't nothing sweet The Rolls Cullinan got love seats The Wock' got the double cup muddy [Chorus: Justin Rarri] R.I.P. the pussy then heartbreak Shorty eating salad that parsley Put the bands on your man, watch the car shake In the Louis V bag should be more cake Bitch, I be the nigga that they all hate I ain't ever finna listen what they all say Count up big bread in broad day Said I don't regret them hard days Essential Gotta keep the ruger on the hip, nigga essential I just fucked a cougar in the backseat of a rental Fucking with me 'cause she really think I be the answer Wish a nigga would roll 'em up in a pencil Two Dracos, get 'em gone, no silencio Niggas leaving nun, ain't no evidence Run the bag on 'em, like oh Imma tax 'em (oh Imma tax 'em) [Verse 2: Justin Rarri] Got a bad bitch, she act a hella goofy though I don't bring her around me, she talk a lot That my nigga, he know he don't act like a ho Know that I'm blowing up first and niggas not And I know that they plotting, I keep a Glock R.I.P. niggas that walked in the cross fire Always back out my pole at a red light Shawty asking if a nigga paranoid (ouu woah-oh) Moonwalking at sixteen Diamonds hittin', boutta Toosie Slide while nigga fuckin ya hoe Told them niggas don't text me Nigga, I be rolling on exotic, finna get me out my zone My momma say she miss me Told her I be trapping, she be laughing, bitches crying on her phone We gon' prove when that fuck nigga step up Bae don’t judge me, I smoke lotta pressure I be high as fuck, no niggas liking us Your bitch booked up, Telly inviting us And that’s prolly why that fuck nigga mad Know he better stay in his bag In the quarantine season uh Trapping for the week Diamonds hitting, make a nigga start to blinking Get to bussin' if a nigga start thinking, know that they watching [Chorus: Justin Rarri] R.I.P. the pussy then heartbreak Shorty eating salad that parsley Put the bands on your man, watch the car shake In the Louis V bag should be more cake Bitch, I be the nigga that they all hate I ain't ever finna listen what they all say Count up big bread in broad day Said I don't regret them hard days Essential Gotta keep the ruger on the hip, nigga essential I just fucked a cougar in the backseat of a rental Fucking with me 'cause she really think I be the answer Wish a nigga would roll 'em up in a pencil Two Dracos, get 'em gone, no silencio Niggas leaving nun, ain't no evidence Run the bag on 'em, like oh Imma tax 'em (oh Imma tax 'em)