Still Thuggin lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, man, you n*ggas got me f*cked up
I dropped the ticket on these b*tches, you won't sell a nug
I dropped the ticket on them 'bows, they think I'm showin' love
I dropped the ticket on them b*tches 'cause I know the plug
I like my b*tches straight from Memphis 'cause they thick as f*ck
I had this rental for a minute, had to tint it up
And ain't no slidin' up on this block, lil' bruh dem fill it up
He say he really miss his dog, gon' have to dig him up
Two hundred 'za just for the gang, no n*ggas lit as us
I made two-fifty off my music and I'm still hustlin'
You had that ass in middle school, baby, you still bussin'
You 'posed to grow up and get cute, baby, you still ugly

[Verse]
Hе got ten years on probation and he still thuggin'
Ain't doin' no arguin' or no fussin', I'm prеssin' the button
I see him clutchin', I ain't muggin', I'm uppin' and bussin'
Leave a n*gga lookin' ugly, this sh*t get disgustin'
I want two-fifty a line, it ain't up for discussion
You ain't runnin' off with nothin', put your ass on crutches
Blackjack up in Biloxi, b*tch, I'm feelin' lucky
Them Scat Packs ain't really nothin', I'd rather ride a Cutlass
My lil' n*gga up a thirty, he trap out a bucket
I paid a thousand for this 'za, I'm trappin' on a budget
I paid a thousand just to f*ck it, she ain't hittin' on nothin'
I like my b*tches thick as 'Tussin, all they asses bubbly
I kicked my young b*tch to the curb, she don't cook on Sundays
I'm up early Monday morning on my way to Compton
I can't serve you on no Tuesday, know how the feds coming
By Wednesday night, I'm loaded up on my way to the country
He might want it Thursday, but I still can't serve him
Catch me Friday morning posted with three hundred turkeys
By Saturday night, I'm on a flight headed to Miami
I'm on a yacht at 4 AM, my b*tch just had surgery
[Chorus]
Yeah, man, you n*ggas got me f*cked up
I dropped the ticket on these b*tches, you won't sell a nug
I dropped the ticket on them 'bows, they think I'm showin' love
I dropped the ticket on them b*tches 'cause I know the plug
I like my b*tches straight from Memphis 'cause they thick as f*ck
I had this rental for a minute, had to tint it up
And ain't no slidin' up on this block, lil' bruh dem fill it up
He say he really miss his dog, gon' have to dig him up
Two hundred 'za just for the gang, no n*ggas lit as us
I made two-fifty off my music and I'm still hustlin'
You had that ass in middle school, baby, you still bussin'
You 'posed to grow up and get cute, baby, you still ugly

[Outro]
He got ten years on probation and he still thuggin'
Ain't doin' no arguin' or no fussin', I'm pressin' the button