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Quando Rondo

Thuggin For Real

 

Thuggin For Real

(album: Life After Fame - 2018)


Uh-uh-uh (ra, ra, ra)
Uh-uh-uh (ooo-wee, ra)
Aye, turn my mic up, gang
I don't know what they on but bitch we thugging for real
'Fore I walk up out my home I swear I'm clutching my steel
I swear I'm tucking my steel, gang
Quando Rondo nigga (aye yeah)

Feds kicked my grandma door in talking 'bout a shooting
Trending topic of my city, gotta watch how I'm moving
I know these niggas out to get me, I don't trust nobody
Leeky strapped up with that glizzy down to catch a body
Riding around I'm riding
And I'm sliding on any fuck nigga claiming they want it
When there's beef we on your street I'm not gone drop the bag on it
It's consequences when you fuck with me and any of my homies
When it come to that fuck shit swear to God that we on it

Can't say that I'm caught up in the fame
'Cause bitch I stay in the streets
Catch him slipping and bust his brains
You know I stay with that heat
He better not mention my name
Or we gon put him asleep
Niggas say what bout that gang
Bitch 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 boo
I'll up the murder rate nigga 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
Thugging in public we upping on Truman
That nigga had ran it was him and manz
We flipping this city and calling my shooters
These niggas be bluffing, ain't really no killa's
Got a drum on the Glock call that bitch Reggie Miller
The shit that they talking I swear I don't feel it
Push it up, bitch it's stuck, I swear I don't miss
When it's up, bitch it's stuck, I swear I'ma kill 'em, ohh
When it's up, bitch 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 asking for help
I grab my hecktor out the dresser then I walk by myself
I wonder who gone walk with my through the valley of death

Feds kicked my grandma door in talking 'bout a shooting
Trending topic of my city, gotta watch how I'm moving
I know these niggas out to get me, I don't trust nobody
Leeky strapped up with that glizzy down to catch a body
Riding around I'm riding
And I'm sliding on any fuck nigga claiming they want it
When there's beef we on your street I'm not gone drop the bag on it
Its consequences when you fuck with me and any of my homies
When it come to that fuck shit swear to God that we on it

We on it
And we coming
Point at your head like who want it?
In these streets this shit get real
So I'm prepared for the moment
All that fuck shit get you killed
I can't fuck 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 shit, 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 niggas clear the business, bust yo shit if I want it
Got me a bag, had to get me a check
Thanking the Lord everyday how I'm blessed
Fuck niggas 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
Fuck all the haters, bitch get off my dick
Never gon' fold, I was built for this shit
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, bitch we right on your corner
It's on sight gone take your life walk down and put this bitch on you

Feds kicked my grandma door in talking 'bout a shooting
Trending topic of my city, gotta watch how I'm moving
I know these niggas out to get me, I don't trust nobody
Leeky strapped up with that glizzy down to catch a body
Riding around I'm riding
And I'm sliding on any fuck nigga claiming they want it
When there's beef we on your street I'm not gone drop the bag on it
Its consequences when you fuck with me and any of my homies
When it come to that fuck shit swear to God that we on it

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