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Sorry Makin' all the hits Take that shit to the back Tell my brother if he pull me, then your ass better blast He told me, "Chill, 'cause we in public," I ain't goin' for that And if that boy don't wanna fight, then we pokin' his ass And best believe we had it tucked if I walked in that function Everybody with me kill, don't think about it, just dump it Everybody with me step, ain't no kissin' and huggin' I'm only comin' if I'm paid, bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin' Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin' Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin' Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin' Everybody with me step, bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin' Everybody with me steppas, ain't no nerds with me I'm goin' sober on that skit, ain't no Percs with me If you my brother, let's go slide, fool, come purge with me And I can wake up, hit your bitch like, "Come to Turks with me" I ain't gon' do that, that was ill mans I don't call too many people homie 'cause they tell plans Humble as it get, remember Granny had to sell cans Twitchin' when that bullet hit his body, that's a shell dance One opp, two opp, three opps gone Letras de cancionesBaby, let me see you move your body to this song One shot, two shot, three shots, four I don't need no one to hold my hand when I blow Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin' Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin' Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin' Everybody with me step, bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin' Psh, bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin' I'm the hottest nigga out, is you fuckin' or fuckin'? Told Doggie we can up it, it's nothin' I ain't with the friendly shit, who the fuck is you huggin'? I ain't with that friendly shit, you wanna hug him, you can do that Speakin' on my name, that's what got your partner blew back Gon' chase him off his block, then tell him come and get his shoes back He good with all that runnin', y'all should name his ass the new Flash Psh, bed rock, head top, give 'em two taps This bitch tryna explain 'bout her name, I'm like, "Who asked?" Psh, he ain't got enough rank, go get some hours in This my third trip to the bank in the same day, they thinkin' not again I'm puttin' belt on they ass, I'm tellin' suckas throw the towel in He like, "Why it's loose?" I'm the reason she got mileage I'm flyer than a bitch, I told baby I'm a pilot If Lena ain't gon' fuck, then Adam, plug me in with Violet Now I'm hoppin' off a bike, I be movin' like I'm Deebo Workers in the kitchen, I can't wait to bring the beef on Topic of the day is homicide and it's a theme song I'm paranoid and I'ma let it loose if you blink wrong Yeah, I'm scrollin' on the 'Gram, tryna find a nigga to creep on I'm flyin' out his bitch and buy a bottle for us to drink on It's me and the gang, plenty dick for you to eat on I'm poppin' nigga in they mouth, I'm not the one to speak on, nigga They better let me in or I'ma shoot it through the peephole Pourin' up in custody, I'm feelin' like I'm Rio Duckin' violations, I be fuckin' on my P.O. My life been like a movie, I'ma name this shit a B-roll Yeah, I'm fuckin' with the eses, the keeways, the P-Funks Speakin' on the B-team the easy way to get beat on Psh, all three opp nigga need three thongs We hoppin' out the back with that pff, nigga, keep on Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin' Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin' Bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin' Everybody with me step, bitch, we thuggin', not clubbin' From Letras Mania