Listen to Thuggin for Real (feat. JayDa Youngan) (Explicit) song with lyrics from Quando Rondo

Thuggin for Real (feat. JayDa Youngan) (Explicit)

Quando Rondo, JayDa Youngan24 Sep 2018

Thuggin for Real (feat. JayDa Youngan) (Explicit) Lyrics

Thuggin For Real (Explicit) - Quando Rondo/JayDa Youngan

Uh-uh-uh ra ra ra

Uh-uh-uh ooo-wee ra

Aye turn my mic up gang

I don't know what they on

But b***h we thuggin' for real

Fore' I walk up out my home

I swear I'm clutchin' my steel

I swear I'm tuckin' my steel gang

Quando Rondo n***a aye yeah

Feds kicked my grandma door in talkin' 'bout a shooting

Trending topic of my city

Gotta watch how I'm movin'

I know these n***as out to get me

I don't trust nobody

Leeky strapped up with that glizzy down to catch a body

Ridin' around I'm ridin'

And I'm slidin' on any f**k n***a claimin' they want it

When there's beef we on your street

I'm not gone drop the bag on it

It's consequences when you f**k with me

And any my homies

When it come to that f**k s**t swear

To God that we on it

Can't say that I'm caught up in the fame

'Cause b***h I stay in the streets

Catch him slippin' and bust his brains

You know I stay with that heat

He best not mention my name

Or we gon' put him asleep

N***as say what 'bout that gang

B***h know that all us gone creep

No face no case they don't know who the shooter

All white 38 and I got it from boo

I'll up the murder rate n***a play I'ma do 'em

So I got the license plate so now I gotta lose 'em

Popping these percys I swear I abuse them

Thuggin' in public we uppin' on Truman

That n***a had ran it was him and manz

We flippin' this city and callin' my shooters

These n***as be bluffin' ain't really no killa's

Got a drum on the Glock call that b***h Reggie Miller

The s**t that they talkin I swear I don't feel it

Push it up b***h it's stuck I swear I don't miss

When it's up b***h it's stuck I swear I'ma kill 'em ohh

When it's up b***h it's stuck I swear I'ma kill 'em gang

Wake every morning brush my teeth

And throw my flag to my left

Drop to my knees and say a prayer

Lord I'm askin' for help

I grab my hecktor out the dresser

Then I walk by myself

I wonder who gone walk with my through the valley of death

Feds kicked my grandma door in talkin' 'bout a shooting

Trending topic of my city

Gotta watch how I'm movin'

I know these n***as out to get me

I don't trust nobody

Leeky strapped up with that glizzy down to catch a body

Ridin' around I'm ridin'

And I'm slidin' on any f**k n***a claimin' they want it

When there's beef we on your street

I'm not gone drop the bag on it

It's consequences when you f**k with me

And any of my homies

When it come to that f**k s**t swear

To God that we on it

We on it

And we coming

Point at your head like who want it

In these streets this s**t get real

So I'm prepared for the moment

All that f**k s**t get you killed

I can't f**k with you phonies

Every day I'm in the field

I'ma go off just like Tony

And I ain't had to ask for s**t

I ran it up by my lonely

The Glocks they come with thirty

Sticks for me to split my opponent

Spin on that block let off some shots

Was tryna take off your stomach

And all my n***as clear the business

Bust yo s**t if I want it

Got me a bag had to get me a check

Thankin' the Lord everyday how I'm blessed

F**k n***as mad I'ma stand in their chest

He 'cross the line I'ma take off his neck

Check out my diamonds I flooded my neck

Shoutout to my city they know who the best

F**k all the haters b***h get off my dick

Never gon' fold I was built for this s**t

T-shirts and picture frames

I'm tryna put your face on it

I grabbed a 38 a dirty K

Now I'm like who want it

If you want cancer I got answers b***h

We right on your corner

It's on sight gone take your life walk down

And put this b***h on you

Feds kicked my grandma door in talkin'

'Bout a shooting

Trending topic of my city

Gotta watch how I'm movin'

I know these n***as out to get me

I don't trust nobody

Leeky strapped up with that glizzy

Down to catch a body

Ridin' around I'm ridin'

And I'm slidin' on any f**k n***a claimin' they want it

When there's beef we on your street

I'm not gone drop the bag on it

It's consequences when you f**k with me

And any my homies

When it come to that f**k s**t swear

 

To God that we on it