Thuggin for Real - Quando Rondo, Jayda Youngan

Aye, turn my mic up, gang

I don’t know what they on

But bitch 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 nigga (aye yeah)

Feds kicked my grandma door in talkin' 'bout a shooting

Trending topic of my city

Gotta watch how I’m movin'

I know these niggas 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 fuck nigga 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 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 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

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 Pooda

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

Thuggin' in public we uppin' on Truman

That nigga had ran, it was him and manz

We flippin' this city and callin' my shooters

These niggas be bluffin', ain’t really no killa’s

Got a drum on the Glock call that bitch Reggie Miller

The shit that they talkin, 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 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

Feds kicked my grandma door in talkin' 'bout a shooting

Trending topic of my city

Gotta watch how I’m movin'

I know these niggas 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 fuck nigga 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 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

Thankin' 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 talkin' 'bout a shooting

Trending topic of my city

Gotta watch how I’m movin'

I know these niggas 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 fuck nigga 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 fuck with me and any of my homies

When it come to that fuck shit swear to God that we on it