Thuggin Bad Lyrics

Boom, boom, boom, boom

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm

(Haha, thisbeat hard)

Ayy, bitch, I'm out here thuggin' bad

Got belt to ass like I'm your dad

Go put a 50 on this Glock

That default clip, you goin' out sad

Ayy, stack this bread, I'll never subtract

Lil' bitch always fuckin' add

Got in that room that a nigga told

It's like that nigga went on Vlad

Ayy, niggas want me on they song

They wanna hear that 50 flow

They know Lil' Heart gon' snap on any Beat

Swear, bitch, that's for sure

Some niggas fake, some niggas solid

Boy, you better watch your bro

Some niggas switch up for that dollar sign

You better watch your folks

Been ridin' dirty, put that shit on now

I'ma clean it just like some soap

They tryna knock me off my pivot

Dumbass bitch, you know I'm focused

They only want you when you winnin

That's what I just fuckin' noticed

Yeah, shout out Rekk and shout-out Demon

They was with me at my lowest

Was pickin' up change, tryna make a dollar

That's why we the closest

Smokin' on gelato, nigga

Smell that shit, I know it's potent

Ayy, pour a four up in my soda

Love this shit, it drop slowest

Oh, God, gang, gang

Ayy, I been thuggin' back since a lil' nigga

Ayy, momma always kept me fresh

Rockin' Tommy Hilfiger

Ayy, got this ice up on my neck

Like I was born beside a river

Ayy, tryna find out who to trust

Ayy, momma know I'm a born sinner

Yeah, 50 boyz, we bang that shit

Know my team full of breadwinners

I got that shit tatted on my skin

You can't get in if you ain't with us

I feel like Wayne up on the beat

Feed me beats or feed me dinner

I put that shit on on a daily

I swear to God, this expensive denim

Ayy, nigga, know I'm slime for real

Don't get too close, I got that venom

Lil' bitch, I'm bussing' off this gas

When Dios drop, I'm goin' to get him

And Free lil' bang by the cell

Some niggas told, I can't forgive him

Yeah, I'ma hop out with that tech

Just like some oil, bitch, I'ma spill him

Aye, bitch, I'm out here thuggin' bad

Got belt to ass, just like y'all dad

Ayy, we was hoppin' out of that car

Fifty rounds, replace that mag

Ayy, default mag, you goin' out sad

Hundred shots, just like Wilt Chamberlain

But know one thing about Lil' Heart

He stack that bread, won't leave him hangin

Damn, damn, damn, he stack that bread

Won't leave him hangin

But know one thing about Lil' Heart

He stack that bread, won't leave him hangin

Ayy, Eastside, man,

Whole lotta 50 shit, man

Free bang, free Dios, free Lil' J

Free Pnut, free all the guys, man