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’