Thuggin ft. JusQue Lyrics

As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster

To me, being a gangster was better than being President of the United States

I'm out here thuggin. I'm out here thuggin

I'm out here thuggin. I'm out here thuggin

I'm out here thuggin. I'm out here thuggin

I'm out here thuggin. I'm out here thuggin

I'm out here thuggin. I'm out here thuggin

I'm out here thuggin. I'm out here thuggin

I'm out here thuggin. I'm out here thuggin

I'm out here thuggin. I'm out here thuggin

I'm out here thuggin. I'm out here thuggin

I'm out here thuggin. I'm out here thuggin

I'm out here thuggin. I'm out here thuggin

I'm out here thuggin. Take it back to 2008

Me and Q was thuggin. We was youngins

We was blooded. All over fuckin yo bitches, yo cousins

All through the apartment shit, bitch

And Teezy Baby, I be thuggin in the block, bitch

Any block, who block, yo block, bitch

And I got a clock block, I shoot yo shit

Hold up, Teezy Baby, roll up

Smoke and lean , and nigga throw up

Chains on my watch, blanket

Can't fuck with me

Teezy motherfuckin, baby I won't penny's plenty

I'm out here thuggin. I'm out here thuggin

I'm out here thuggin. I'm out here thuggin

I'm out here thuggin. I'm out here thuggin

I'm out here thuggin. I'm out here thuggin

If you want thug love, hold this Glock, bitch

If he bust, you better bust at his top, bitch

Don't stop, bitch. Empty Glock, bitch

Check his pockets and his whip and his shot, bitch

Hold this, roll that, fall back and hold that

Tender windows all black, V8, scat pack

Juiced up, now shake that. Flashy nigga, take that

Finish block and come back. Right back, right back

With a mask and a rag and a jag on his ass

That boy right there moving fast. Channel 7, he was wack

With a mask and a rag and a jag on his ass

That boy right there moving fast. Channel 7, he was wack

Belly, belly