Thuggin (feat. HBK Leek & CTB Nick)

(Worry bout yourself hoe) Lil bitch I'm thuggin Glock 9s and AK-47 playing with the Russians She suck this dick, I kick her out and then I fuck her cousin Run him down pistol whip and give a nigga concussions Headshot grrrt bow end of discussion I'm heading to the top so I gotta stay focused I never had a heart so a nigga can't be broken Lil brodie dropped a body by the time that I wrote this LSM & CTB like poetry & motion Thug out They losing they top when I bug out My killers on hush he a mush mouth I walk on yo block with a bust down Dance on yo block when I touchdown I'm going to the top it's a fuss now I do it all skill no luck now He standing real tall he get cut down That bitch she a opp and she showing off She give me some top then I blow it off Taking out her brain she a know it all Her body gon drop then I throw it off Get to yo block then we spent it off Made a lil band and I spent it all Call up my mans just to get em gone Gotta send me sum cash just to get a song I got energy Shorty rock my energy We got chemistry I'm in her mouth like dentistry How the inner me became my biggest enemy You not kin to me Then nigga you not friends with me Set it off Queen Latifah set it off Just send me a beat and I tear it off I been on a leash nigga let it off Say you got cash nigga bet it all Talk to the jaits imma shake em all Fake in my face imma snake em all I get to the safe and I take it all Lil bitch I'm thuggin Glock 9 and AK-47 playing with the Russians She suck this dick, I kick her out and then I fuck her cousin Run him down pistol whip and give a nigga concussions Headshot grrrt bow end of discussion I'm heading to the top so I gotta stay focused I never had a heart so a nigga can't be broken Lil brodie dropped a body by the time that I wrote this LSM & CTB like poetry & motion Red and Leek gave me this beat I'm just like damn this shit slap Lotta niggas dropping music I'm like damn they can't rap They be cappin my niggas really gon blam that's a fact Tryna go and cop a lamb get out that jam we won't crash I got bruddas moving bricks and I got bruddas shooting blicks It ain't no dirt on CTB them people know my crew legit I cut em off he lying on me ain't no chances you a snitch I slapped that nigga you dont want no beef forreal See you a bitch Say he gon get me all I gotta say is oh Why the niggas that be dissing me be pussy or they broke Fuck designer but my bday I put gucci on my toes Ain't make blow back for no reason if we got it we gon blow And you know It ain't no joke That's fasho See we gon getchu Tryna get into some shit gon get his momma low on tissue Say he toting we pull up he shooting BBs out that pistol Long live that last nigga that tried me sad to say that they don't miss you Lil bitch I'm thuggin Glock 9 and AK-47 playing with the Russians She suck this dick, I kick her out and then I fuck her cousin Run him down pistol whip and give a nigga concussions Headshot grrrt bow end of discussion I'm heading to the top so I gotta stay focused I never had a heart so a nigga can't be broken Lil brodie dropped a body by the time that I wrote this LSM & CTB like poetry & motion