Thuggin’ lyrics

[Intro]
(I-I-I-)
(I-I-I-I)
(I-I-I-I'm workin' on dyin')
(BNYX)
(OG got the sauce, boy)
Huh, huh, huh, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Too many hoes
Huh, n*gga, I'm pimpin' (n*gga, I'm pimpin')
Huh, they want smoke (They want smoke)
Huh, n*gga, I'm with it (Yeah)
Came in with the windows tinted
Never stop, there's a lot more winnin'
Took your b*tch 'cause I need the attention
We not friends, opposed to mention

[Post-Chorus]
Spendin' my money like [?]
n*ggas just found out 'bout their swag, now they wan' dress like this
I'm the one who feelin' my wrist
I'm the one who feelin' my b*tch
Past tense, I was speakin' that sh*t
Yeah, I used to put on for gang
She wanted clips, now they callin' me fake (Yeah)
[Verse]
I had to switch up the cadence, I had to go in and switch up my wave
All of my young n*ggas packin', swear to God, they gonna shoot at your fade
Yeah, I really mean business, so you know I'm 'bout to stand on my word
Yeah, I be smokin' that gas, smokin' that pressure, high off Earth (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Too many hoes
Huh, n*gga, I'm pimpin' (n*gga, I'm pimpin')
Huh, they want smoke (They want smoke)
Huh, n*gga, I'm with it (Yeah)
Came in with the windows tinted
Never stop, there's a lot more winnin'
Took your b*tch 'cause I need the attention
We not friends, opposed to mention

[Post-Chorus]
Spendin' my money like [?]
n*ggas just found out 'bout their swag, now they wan' dress like this
I'm the one who feelin' my wrist
I'm the one who feelin' my b*tch
Past tense, I was speakin' that sh*t (BNYX)
Yeah, I used to put on for gang
She wanted clips, now they callin' me fake (Yeah)

[Outro]
I had to switch up the cadence, I had to go in and switch up my wave
All of my young n*ggas packin', swear to God, they gonna shoot at your fade
Yeah, I really mean business, so you know I'm 'bout to stand on my word
Yeah, I be smokin' that gas, smokin' that pressure, high off Earth (Yeah)