Thuggin Hard - BBG Baby Joe, Drum Dummie

Ayy look, you know what the fuck it is, you heard me?

Drum Dummie made this beat

Lil' stupid ass bitch

Look, this that Baby Joe shit, you heard me?

Yeah, nigga, I bleed this shit, you heard me?

My gang or no gang

BBG, NBA, 4KTrey, ain’t nobody safe, you heard me?

Who gon' die today, you heard me?

Ayy look

I like that shit, that shit really raw to me, haha

Gang, bitch

Stayin' in the hood without no daddy, we was thuggin' hard

Sleepin' in them cars with Lil Ken, yeah, that been my boy

Taylor Street, bottom boy, right by the fiendin' store

She get it in, ain’t beggin', dawg, man, I know how it go

Wake up and eat some bars and get fully that’s talkin' too

Got Tyler with me but I’m thuggin', he know what to do

If 12 hit the block we run 'cause we ain’t goin' back

Them old days but we can’t never bring that shit back

Stuck in the hood full of sticks, thirty on my hip

Mama flashin' through that bag, but she been on a trip

They say I’m crazy when I’m mad, I’m known to flash out

And that’s the ins and outs, she put my nasty ass out

Tryna sneak in Ken’s house but his mama don’t want me there

I’m prayin' I can take a shower, body got the strongest smell

Same clothes on, them hoes laughin', «Joe, you tore up»

Picture me later, three years home and now I’m goin' up

Slid in that A with VL, talkin' 'bout that bag

Strapped up, if they play we put it on they ass

My old days, I never though the world would know me

Blowin' on them Backwoods, daddy proud of me

Stayin' in the hood without no daddy, we was thuggin' hard

Sleepin' in them cars with Lil Ken, yeah, that been my boy

Taylor Street, bottom boy, right by the fiendin' store

She get it in, ain’t beggin', dawg, man, I know how it go

Wake up and eat some bars and get fully that’s talkin' too

Got Tyler with me but I’m thuggin', he know what to do

If 12 hit the block we run 'cause we ain’t goin' back

Them old days but we can’t never bring that shit back

I iced my mouth out to let them bitches know it’s up

Got fifty in the booth with me, I tear his ass up

They probably clutchin' on a drake, the barrel polished up

Ain’t got no name, the bullets flip you, rip your body up

Fuck my childhood friends, the ones who changed up

And now they checkin' on me, I did it, Three’ll wet you up

Taylor Street, bottom boys, raised by the fiendin' store

Puttin' rods under the house, Grams ain’t even know

Runnin' up behind Block, I’m tryna thug hard

Baby ain’t play, they’ll slap the fuck out you, you ain’t grown, boy

I’m hittin' licks with lil' Ken, we don’t wanna starve

Now I’m on the road with YB, we bang that gang hard

Stayin' in the hood without no daddy, we was thuggin' hard

Sleepin' in them cars with Lil Ken, yeah, that been my boy

Taylor Street, bottom boy, right by the fiendin' store

She get it in, ain’t beggin', dawg, man, I know how it go

Wake up and eat some bars and get fully that’s talkin' too

Got Tyler with me but I’m thuggin', he know what to do

If 12 hit the block we run 'cause we ain’t goin' back

Them old days but we can’t never bring that shit back