paroles de chanson Thuggin Hard - BBG Baby Joe

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