Thuggin

[Chorus]
Thuggin' till the sun up, I can't put my gun up
Run into the opps, I'll kill everyone one 'em
I done got my funds up, I'll get you touched up
I drop a bag get you killed in front of your motha
Yatta on some otha, I been on some otha
They took my brother that shit left me fucked up
Ion't see my son much but I love you bubba
Thankful for my son but I should've wore a rubba
Thuggin' till the sun up, I can't put my gun up
Run into the opps, I'll kill everyone one 'em
I done got my funds up, I'll get you touched up
I drop a bag get you killed in front of your motha
Yatta on some otha, I been on some otha
They took my brother that shit left me fucked up
Ion't see my son much but I love you bubba
Thankful for my son but I should've wore a rubba

[Verse]
I swear to god I'm tired of all this fake love
Goin' through depression got me wanna take drugs
Losing faith got me wanna give up
But my family need me so I can't give up
Fuck these niggas, 'cause these niggas fake as fuck
And fuck these bitches, 'cause these bitches fake as fuck
And when we ride we want a homicide
And after that we double back and rock the candle light
I swear to god if it's spunky, I'll let that choppa work
Retaliation wasn't back offensive we was poppin' first
And he was banging on the net and that's what got him hurt
Werko down for marijuana, he got all kind of work
The fake we done went through with the real so good it's camouflage
Reminisce on better days, sit back and fantasize
Nigga we ain't throwin' white flags
Niggas straddle in the fence and got his life snatched
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Thuggin' till the sun up, I can't put my gun up
Run into the opps, I'll kill everyone one 'em
I done got my funds up, I'll get you touched up
I drop a bag get you killed in front of your motha
Yatta on some otha, I been on some otha
They took my brother that shit left me fucked up
Ion't see my son much but I love you bubba
Thankful for my son but I should've wore a rubba
Thuggin' till the sun up, I can't put my gun up
Run into the opps, I'll kill everyone one 'em
I done got my funds up, I'll get you touched up
I drop a bag get you killed in front of your motha
Yatta on some otha, I been on some otha
They took my brother that shit left me fucked up
Ion't see my son much but I love you bubba
Thankful for my son but I should've wore a rubba