Nipsey Hussle, Lil Cali, Boosie Badazz - Thuggin lyrics

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 Stout
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

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’

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 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
Pouring in the jungle
So nigga I ain’t scared
Really thuggin with a? around his wrist
I’m behind him in a Phantom with
No shirt on in that bitch

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’

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’
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
Known 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

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’