Thuggin' Forreal
GGB Mari
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(Lil Kel on the beat nigga) I just got a drop on the opps, his bitch told me where he sleep at And told me where the shootas' creep at He keep playin' with my top, waitin' on me for to drop But that ain't never finna happen because my .45 ain't never on lock Told cuh' out his gloves on, we going in Deuce-Deuce in my shoe, .45 on my waist F*ck nigga, who wan' play? I'm tryna kill that nigga today Dressin' in all black like I'm in a school play, but that ain't what it is I'm finna shoot up a club today And I feel like Sarah a snake, but I still love her so I can't kick her out the way My gun got the key to my heart I just wanna see it spark Bitch, we'll kick yo' door, rob the store Y'all niggas already know We thuggin' forreal, bitch we don't know chill Dig up yo' grave, and pay yo' bill Young nigga smokin' black and milds been stressin' Bitch I been pressin' So don't be dumb! 'Cause if you f*ck with me, ima leave you slum All this thuggin' got me offin' All this smokin' got me coughin' I just freestyle, I ain't even gotta write This shit right on my brain, that's what you get when you live through a whole lotta' pain I know you can see this pain in my eyes, I know you can hear this pain in my voice F*ck, I don't got no rejoice In the studio by myself, I don't need no friends Everybody fake I just wanna cruise around in a Benz And my niggas some convicted felons, steady grippin' they weapons On probation, and still steppin' We don't play by the rules, we just play with our tools But if the opps pull first, we ain't got shit to lose We get it straight out the mud, we ain't no scrub We just from the hood, tryna get goods Tryna get dummy rich, and f*ck on yo' bitch I fell in love with Sofi, but she ain't really know me When she got to know me, she left me and it really broke me But I gotta stand tall Keep thuggin' and won't never fall Like KD, ima get money and ball And when that bitch want me back, I ain't gone answer her call Because I'm too raw If she loud with me ima slap her If she tryna f*ck ima clap her I don't give a f*ck 'bout no dog ass hoe, like Oliver Queen ima wrap my bow This street shit all I really know Gun up on my waist, vest up on my chest Waitin' on the next victim to take the test I pray to God that I put that nigga to rest Like ima vet at rappin' ima ride the beat, and bring straight heat And that one nigga pussy He tried me, but he ain't wan' fight me So I started talkin' to his sister She even called me her mister And I'm thuggin' forreal, you can't try me like ima Bil' Bil' Bil' Or I'll punch you in yo' shit and send you flying down the hill And send the Russian for to get the kill That's it? Mane y'all got me fucked up I ain't even know the beat was over Jhit keep playin' with my top
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