Thuggin

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle] Look, now I got Big burners on my lap, I ain’t gonna talk it out A rich killer, bet a thousand that I chalk him out Since I’m the most talked about, on this block I walk about Gotta keep that biscuit like Rosco’s Waffle House Last squabble, knocked him out Last shootout, shot him out Last nigga in the club talked shit, we stomped him out Champagne bottle to yo head like Steve Stoute Makin’ sure my enemies dead, that’s we ‘bout Makin’ sure my peoples straight ‘fore I leave out Crooked letter-i-x-t-y what I scream out Wishin’ I could break my niggas Black Sam and Steez out So we could back the matching black-on-black twelve-v’s out My spot rollin’, so as I get it I’m tellin’ ‘em, “we out” My Glock loaded, if I show it, I’ma squeeze out, believe that Money on my mind, look I need that I’m pissin’ Hennessy and Kush is what I breathe out [Chorus: Lil Cali] Big money, big pistol’s how I’m comin’ ‘cause I’m Thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’ You talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ nothin, bitch I’m Thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’ Fly ass sag, stupid ass swag, outfit’s sick, pocket full of cash Posted on the block, marijuana and the crack, bitch I’m Thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’ [Verse 2: Lil Boosie] I’d like to welcome everybody to my state of mind Murder my enemies one at a time, bitch I’m on the grind Since I was small dog, man I been slangin’ Runnin’ though the alleyway, totin’ AK’s A million ways to get paid, how you like dog? You got a bike? You got a car? You got a yacht dog? You got a ‘Vette, or do you fly in a jet? I am ain’t mad get your money, represent your set Nigga’s ain’t learn the fuckin’ g-code yet? Nigga snitch, you gon’ die, how we rock on that Southside Yours lookin’ at me crazy, my teeth don’t come out This ain’t no grill right here, me and my niggas pop pills And I ain’t afraid to say, born in the jungle, so nigga I ain’t scared We be thuggin in a Hummer with a ? around his wrist I’m behind him in a Phantom with no shirt on in that bitch [Chorus: Lil Cali] Big money, big pistol’s how I’m comin’ ‘cause I’m Thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’ You talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ nothin, bitch I’m Thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’ Fly ass sag, stupid ass swag, outfit’s sick, pocket full of cash Posted on the block, marijuana and the crack, bitch I’m Thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’ [Verse 3: Lil Cali] All I know is the block and how to get it hard I serve it hard, flippers boy, I’m a whippa’ boy Talkin’ loud? Get your issue, I’ll whip you boy Christmas time all year, ‘cause I keep a toy Since Pac hollered, “Thug Life”, shit, I been thuggin’ And that explains all these golds and why I’m mean muggin’ The soft boss, when I talk, shit, it means somethin’ Why’s you talkin’ ‘bout what you did, but you ain’t seen nothin’ Been a G, ‘fore the O, shit, I had a beef Know hood niggas who retired off of pushin’ d Straight dog, ain’t no muafuckin puss in me I told the muafuckin’ judge, “I ain’t rattin’, throw the book at me” The g-code, what I live by, my own zone I’m headfirst, like puttin’ muafuckin clothes on The lead burst down here in the traps That explains why we thuggin’ like that [Chorus: Lil Cali] Big money, big pistol’s how I’m comin’ ‘cause I’m Thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’ You talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ nothin, bitch I’m Thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’ Fly ass sag, stupid ass swag, outfit’s sick, pocket full of cash Posted on the block, marijuana and the crack, bitch I’m Thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’