Like a Thug (feat. Spazzuno & KBM MG)

I swear this shit had me like, oh, better shoot behind my bro Take that bitch from out your pants, I see it all, don't let him go These niggas be out, these niggas be pussy, they be claiming that they own I put it on bro, you'll never get a chance to see a nigga fold Young and always on his toes, oh Know these niggas mad as shit cause they know young and they no motherfucking hoes, oh Bitch, I been up at my top, I'm tryna bring my blick inside the store, oh What's that shit, uh, you hit my phone, tell you to leave me alone Throw me one before I thug you harder cause you broke the code Once you say you hate me, then I thug you, pack your bags and go Why the f*ck you actin' stupid, bitch, you always fuckin' on Livin' life just like a thug, you shot his stomach like a bus Facts and mistakes, he bitchin' test, bitch don't know, they want me test Ridin' diesel like the plug, ain't no feature, ain't no love Got psychos when you a thug, I don't want her, that's a thug I ain't gettin' shit, I ain't even a hug, I miss my heart, I miss my thug I miss my friend locked in a cub, I don't wanna see my perkin' up I'm tryna run this money up, and there's no young and never broke Cause he never done gave a f*ck, like, oh Livin' life just like a thug, you shot his stomach like a bus Facts and mistakes, he bitchin' test, bitch don't know, they want me test Ridin' diesel like the plug, ain't no feature, ain't no love Got psychos when you a thug, I don't want her, that's a thug Post on and off with endless things We lit your car right on that corner, your hair younger than your miss You drop your pen and we gon' spin it, bitch, we pull up on you broad day Brody got a switch, I got two three with double bend And I'm like, mmm, bro, shot his stomach like a bull You see your target, lift it up, aim at his top and let it buzz This bitch don't know that I'm a thug, stepped on her, I'm just like a rug I know they mad I wrote him up, but I'm like, f*ck it, dig a mug We made some sacrifice, took losses before we came up Told Young and Roll that bag, what up, I'm tryna flame her And that swamp shit got real, we told them fangas tryna blix on Attached to ETS and rapped out on it, tryna hit some Knowin' loyalty, you don't stand on, so by you, I can't be round I might lack on givin' you the shit you need, cause ain't no peace round This shit get real, you ridin' for me, you better bleed bout it Many heads came in this circle, slide me out, ain't never tweak body A shameful sinner, but Christian's what I rock, cause I just love designer Bought my bitch a Prada bag, after that lick shit, I ain't pridin Might hit your mans up with that switch, then hit my knees and pray for honor I kept it solid since day one, she switched up on me, nevermind her And this life is gettin' cold, switched that Civic out for somethin' different Had my banger to make it home, told me somethin' to show me different So I left on home, cry in silence, sit in silence Ain't nobody left around, heart full of anger, knock him down Thanks for watching