momma I'm thuggin

momma im thuggin momma im thuggin im outchea i gotta do me, u kicced me out now these niggas really gone see they be asking me why u out here on your own cause im lost in a cold world with cold steel all alone its danger any time i feel like joogin. no matter what u doing full poccets what im pursuing. im high drunk ex pilled up and u know im on a bag u keep that fet for them chasers that tar for the junkies just purchased an old kay just know im bout to go monkey. nigga try to play me he gone end up face down. im on fire in the hood them ballers know i dont play round they say im shy nah im not i just watch whoever around. it be them loud niggas that dont be down for tha town. my homie said im buggin nah my pockets feeling low. just jooged this college bitch for 1600 at the corner store. (momma im thuggin 2x) sitting on the porch contemplating my next lick. big tre said on the south side they got a house party going on and shit. i put the forty five up and then i went a got my glocc. jakes at the corner store. everybody know im hot. pressing all the opps but they aint buccin. im in this opp ass party i aint going for nothing. it went from rnb to some thug shit call the homies to the spot just in case they try me. I ain't with talking yo o.g. is my cousin this bitch tripping. talkin bout we cant come up in the house with our pistols. i call my sister up tell her come to spot put this in your bag im going in with my glocc. (momma im thuggin2x)