Thuggin For Real lyrics

by

Boosie Badazz


[Intro: Quando Rondo]
Uh-uh-uh (Ra, ra, ra)
Uh-uh-uh (Crip)
Ayy, turn my mic up, gang
I don't know what they on
But b*tch we thuggin' for real
'Fore I walk up out my home I swear I'm clutchin' my steel
I swear I'm tuckin' my steel, gang
Quando Rondo, n*gga (Ayy, yeah)

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Feds kicked my grandma door in talkin' 'bout a shooting
Trending topic of my city
Gotta watch how I'm movin'
I know these n*ggas out to get me
I don't trust nobody
Leaky strapped up with that glizzy down to catch a body
Ridin' around, I'm ridin'
And I'm slidin' on any f*ck n*gga claimin' they want it
When there's beef we on your street
I'm not gone drop the bag on it
Its consequences when you f*ck with me and any of my homies
When it come to that f*ck sh*t swear to God that we on it

[Verse 1: Quando Rondo]
Can't say that I'm caught up in the fame
'Cause b*tch I stay in the streets
Catch him slippin' and bust his brains
You know I stay with that heat
He best not mention my name
Or we gon' put him to sleep
n*ggas say what 'bout that gang
b*tch know that all us gone creep
No face, no case they don't know who the shooter
All white .38 and I got it from Pooda
I'll up the murder rate, n*gga play I'ma do 'em
So I got the license plate so now I gotta lose 'em
Popping these percys, I swear I abuse them
Thuggin' in public we uppin' on Truman
That n*gga had ran, it was him and manz
We flippin' this city and callin' my shooters
These n*ggas be bluffin', ain't really no killa's
Got a drum on the Glock call that b*tch Reggie Miller
The sh*t that they talkin, I swear I don't feel it
Push it up, b*tch it's stuck, I swear I don't miss
When it's up, b*tch it's stuck, I swear I'ma kill 'em, ohh
When it's up, b*tch it's stuck, I swear I'ma kill 'em, gang
Wake every morning, brush my teeth and throw my flag to my left
Drop to my knees and say a prayer
Lord I'm askin' for help
I grab my hecktor out the dresser
Then I wipe off my shells
I wonder who gone walk with my through the valley of death
[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Feds kicked my grandma door in talkin' 'bout a shooting
Trending topic of my city
Gotta watch how I'm movin'
I know these n*ggas out to get me
I don't trust nobody
Leaky strapped up with that glizzy down to catch a body
Ridin' around, I'm ridin'
And I'm slidin' on any f*ck n*gga claimin' they want it
When there's beef we on your street
I'm not gone drop the bag on it
Its consequences when you f*ck with me and any of my homies
When it come to that f*ck sh*t swear to God that we on it

[Verse 2: JayDaYoungan]
We on it
And we coming
Point at your head like who want it?
In these streets this sh*t get real
So I'm prepared for the moment
All that f*ck sh*t get you killed
I can't f*ck with you phonies
Every day I'm in the field, I'ma go off just like Tony
And I ain't had to ask for sh*t, I ran it up by my lonely
The Glocks they come with thirty sticks, for me to split my opponent
Spin on that block, let off some shots
Was tryna take off your stomach
And all my n*ggas clear the business, bust yo sh*t if I want it
Got me a bag, had to get me a check
Thankin' the Lord everyday how I'm blessed
f*ck n*ggas mad I'ma stand in their chest
He cross the line, I'ma take off his neck
Check out my diamonds, I flooded my neck
Shoutout to my city they know who the best
f*ck all the haters, b*tch get off my di*k
Never gon' fold, I was built for this sh*t
T-shirts and picture frames, I'm tryna put your face on it
I grabbed a .38, a dirty K now I'm like who want it?
If you want cancer I got answers, b*tch we right on your corner
It's on sight gone take your life walk down and put this b*tch on you
[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Feds kicked my grandma door in talkin' 'bout a shooting
Trending topic of my city
Gotta watch how I'm movin'
I know these n*ggas out to get me
I don't trust nobody
Leaky strapped up with that glizzy down to catch a body
Ridin' around, I'm ridin'
And I'm slidin' on any f*ck n*gga claimin' they want it
When there's beef we on your street
I'm not gone drop the bag on it
Its consequences when you f*ck with me and any of my homies
When it come to that f*ck sh*t swear to God that we on it
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