Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thuggin Hard, artist - BBG Baby JoeDate of issue: 03.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Thuggin Hard |
| 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 |