Thuggin lyrics

[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 n*gga in the club talked sh*t, 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 n*ggas 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 p*ssin’ 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, b*tch 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, b*tch 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, b*tch 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
n*gga’s ain’t learn the f*ckin’ g-code yet?
n*gga 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 n*ggas pop pills
And I ain’t afraid to say, pouring in the jungle, so n*gga I ain’t scared
Really thuggin with a ? around his wrist
I’m behind him in a Phantom with no shirt on in that b*tch

[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, b*tch 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, b*tch 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”, sh*t, I been thuggin’
That explains all these golds and why I’m mean muggin’
The soft boss, when I talk, sh*t, it means somethin’
Why’s you talkin’ ‘bout what you did, but you ain’t seen nothin’
Been a G, ‘fore the O, sh*t, I had a beef
Known hood n*ggas who retired off of pushin’ d
Straight dog, ain’t no muaf*ckin puss in me
I told the muaf*ckin’ 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’ muaf*ckin 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, b*tch 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, b*tch I’m
Thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’