Thug It Out lyrics

[Intro]
Airbit-dot-com
Yo Rittchie, hit that sh*t

[Verse]
Yeah, ayy
b*tch I'm buggin' out (Ayy)
We was in the sh*ts, we had to thug it out (Ayy)
We was hitting licks and you was in the house
You was blowing up your b*tch and I was in her mouth
From the same hood, I see how you hate me
Gave my heart to the streets 'cause it made me
sh*t, I got a lil' change but it ain't change me
Just doubled up my chains, keep that range where that thing be
Plotting on an opp 'cause I can't let a n*gga stain me, you crazy
n*ggas act like b*tches, that ain't how my momma raised me
Two bands on kicks, so every show you gotta pay me
I'm tryna have a baby 'cause I feel like y'all gon' take me
n*ggas hating I got monеy now (Airbit-dot-com)
Ain't no telling when it's coming now
I'm just prayin' evеry night that they don't gun me down
Tell her love me now 'cause I know n*ggas wanna do me foul
Ri-rding wit' a mop 'cause I ain't tryna see a box
My new PO got me p*ssin', I'm just tryna dodge the cops
On Delta wit' the gang, you know we posted on the block
n*ggas hot 'cause we sell pop, sippin' on some drop
Bust a couple bands at Sax Fifth, I stay fly as f*ck
b*tch on both lines hella thirsty tryna tie me up
In and out of town wit' the pack, boy, you ain't high as us
You ain't ride with us down in the trenches, you can't slide wit us
Really wit' the sh*ts, this ain't no cap, how could I make it up?
Tryna touch an M, so lil' mama ain't no laying up
n*ggas insecure, they act like hoes, man, that's soft as f*ck (Airbit-dot-com)
Hating on a n*gga 'cause I went and got my money up, ha
n*ggas mad I got money now
Every time I take a flick, I break them hunnids out
Every b*tch I couldn't hit wanna f*ck me now
From my neck to my wrist, I'm gon' buss it down
Any n*gga violate can get a hunnid rounds
Rugrats playin' wit' sticks, we gon' gun 'em down
We don't call 12, b*tch, we thug it out
And I'll take a fed case 'cause I got money now
[Outro]
b*tch I'm buggin' out
n*ggas mad I got money now
We don't call 12, b*tch, we thug it out
n*ggas mad I got money now
n*ggas mad I got money now (Airbit-dot-com)
Every time I take a flick, I break them hunnids out
Every b*tch I couldn't hit wanna f*ck me now
From my neck to my wrist, I'm gon' buss it down
Any n*gga violate can get a hunnid rounds
Rugrats playin' wit' sticks, we gon' gun 'em down
And we don't call 12, b*tch, we thug it out
Finna f*ck a n*gga b*tch 'cause I got money now
(Hit that sh*t)
(Airbit-dot-com)