Thug It Out Lyrics

I'm antisocial

But I love popping my shit

I don't really like no talking

Cuz a lie a get you killed

I don't got time to be putting feelings

In shit that don't mean shit

So ima thug out with my bitches

Fuck these niggas suck my clit hoe

I been through some shit

My sense of humor don't exist

Miss me with that funny shit

Don't play about this wrist

No time for that lil goofy shit

You bitches get dismissed

See these bitches gon stay mad I'm in my bag

Bitch I'm legit

Yeah yeah yeah hoe

Like I'm Juicy J hotter than a sauna

Bitches play with me and ima beat her like a drummer

Go against me bitch I don't think you wanna

Ain't no hooks in this my nigga platinum on the one

I wish a bitch would make me bring my blick up

Side eyes they don't believe I got it cuz my shit tucked

I keep a tool on me handy bob the builder

Nail a nigga to the fucking cross like Jesus

I hit a nigga with a racket like Serena

Have a nigga twirling swirling like a ballerina

Better ask about me got a galleria

Have that nigga shitting in a bag diarrhea

Oh you want action

Well welcome to my arena

And if you looking for yo bitch

Then I ain't seen her

She prolly popping pussy

For them niggas and they visa

She go through all them niggas

Just like hurricane Katrina aye

They don't want no smoke

They know they fucking with a reaper

Niggas fucking up

Don't know they fucking with a keeper

But fuck them niggas too

Cuz I don't want them niggas either

Get em out the way

Y'all need to focus on the speaker

Where my money

Fuck you talking bout

Fuck that other shit

I'ma pull up on the Avenue

With bout 20 bitches

We gon stomp on this nigga shit

Like I'm Nardo Wick

I'm finna unh unh unh

He gons say what the fuck is that

Bitch it's Chelly and I'm banging on yo door

Been waiting on you to come home

Man where the fuck you at?

What's taking you so long

If I see you I want smoke

I'ma fuck around and choke

A nigga out that's on my soul

Foe nem blast his ass

Damn that nigga foe nem

Get him whacked on foe nem

Bitch what's up on foe nem

Hurt a bitch heart she come at me too reckless

That's on foe nem

I won't kick yo door in

But ima make sure that you mourning

Might be early in the morning

Dressed in all black with my umbrella

At his funeral might be storming

That night she get no sleep

But I'm at my crib bitch I'm snoring

I ain't even know him but she did too much up on em

So I got Jae Sauce ass to blow em

So a bitch know next time before hand

And I got don dizzle as admin

And he got more bands just to show fans

And I got the Time Heals All for the swaggin

Ayo shelbz

Show the girls who the baddest

When I call Pen it's set for the magic

Step in the stu all facts no cappin

Hit up RJ when I'm ready for the flashing

I need lights

Cuz I'm ready for some action bitch