Thugger Thugger, baby
This that swagged out shit, swaggin
Hee!
I keep that Kushy on me 
I keep them Xannies on me 
She keep a bad bitch for me 
They not embarrassing me 
This not your average with me 
Gucci a G, nigga me 
This aint why they started a beef 
Then someone gon end up deceased
This shit is a problem, these bitches a problem
These niggas they proud of us, we proud of us 
These niggas cant stop us, these niggas wan pop us
These niggas cant do nun but stalk us 
Im not from New York, and Im not 50 Cent
But these bitches know I got the power
These bitches know Im Eddie Bauer, I kill em
Then send his lil muhfuckin mama some flowers 
Send his lil mama some roses 
You get them racks, you a slow bitch 
YSL, you know the slogan 
And if you trickin, yeah you owe me 
I know the code bitch 
And I know you rougue-ish 
You aint serve no pack, boy you role-less 
You living life bogus 
These bitches they bogus 
But Ima stay focused in Focus 
I fuck her, I fuck on her face 
Then I bust like a coconut 
These niggas be bro-in us 
Half of these niggas not knowin us 
They know they cant notice us
Cause these lil bitches so low to us 
L-O-W, yeah, I love you , til I fuck you 
Got the hustle, big ol muzzles, and Im buffer 
Haiti baby, more like the 80s baby
Bitch, Im the terminator 
Go round, round, round, they come round, they hatin 
You smoke that base, and you smoke that basic , I swear-
I keep that Kushy on me 
I keep them Xannies on me 
She keep a bad bitch for me 
They not embarrassing me 
This not your average with me 
Gucci a G, nigga me 
This aint why they started a beef 
Then someone gon end up deceased
I get head for the low 
She gettin that bread on the low 
Pull up in somethin they dont know, yeah 
Give em them racks and they know 
Nigga them loaves 
Yeah, them new loaves 
Took off with no overdose 
Word to mother, as far as shit goes 
Take her to give her some plastics 
Suck on my Johnson, no Magic 
Diamonds, they dancing 
Dont try it, dont last it 
Keepin the woolie like bandits 
Fuck her so hard, she need bandages 
Cheese in the pocket like sandwiches 
I like em thick just like Manwiches
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I dont want no kid like that mammal shit
Im ballin, just check out them stunnas, bitch 
I pray that you check out them numbers, bitch 
I was down with you, I was just countin it 
Need a toolie to travel, son, I aint low back, sis 
I be speed-ballin to the money 
I be answerin but Im never calling 
I dont follow close, Im never stalking 
Take her to eat I show up at Chipotle 
Niggas acting like they cool when they wrote it 
Fuck whoever who wrote it, yeah, you told it 
He-ey , already feelin you call the police 
I keep that Kushy on me 
I keep them Xannies on me 
She keep a bad bitch for me 
They not embarrassing me 
This not your average with me 
Gucci a G, nigga me 
This aint why they started a beef 
Then someone gon end up deceased
This shit is a problem, these bitches a problem
These niggas they proud of us, we proud of us
These niggas cant stop us, these niggas wan pop us
These niggas cant do nun but stalk us
Im not from New York, and Im not 50 Cent
But these bitches know I got the power
These bitches know Im Eddie Bauer, I kill em
Then send his lil muhfuckin mama some flowers