THUGBABY (Explicit)

THUGBABY (Explicit) - Justin Rarri/Gunna

Lyrics by：Adrian Baez/Dennys Capellan/Martin Alexander Pitt

Composed by：Adrian Baez/Dennys Capellan/Martin Alexander Pitt

RIP the p***y then heartbreak

Shorty eatin' salad that parsley

Put the bands on your man watch the car shake

In the Louis V bag should be more cake

B***h I be the n***a that they all hate

I ain't ever finna listen what they all say

Count up big bread in broad day

Said I don't regret them hard days

Essential

Gotta keep the Ruger on the hip n***a essential

I just f**ked a cougar in the backseat of a rental

F**kin' with me 'cause she really think I be the answer

Wish a n***a would roll 'em up in a pencil

Two Dracos get 'em gone no silencio

N***as leavin' none ain't no evidential

Run the bag on 'em like oh

I'ma tax 'em oh I'ma tax 'em

Uh n***a left arm got a gold patek gold

F**k the b***h once and I ain't call her back no

Wunna too rich I'm hard to catch hard

Silly b***h sent me a horrible text horrible text

Wunna not the one to argue with uh uh

Landed in Houston where Harden at where Harden at

A lot of these rappers be startin' to cap startin' to cap

Need to get some drip just watch me watch me

I took a hit still can't stop me can't stop me

Don't usually cut the tax on Roxies Roxies

The gang but I call 'em my posse posse

You pussies should be ridin' in a car seat

I'm huggin' in her p***y like broccoli broccoli

B***h lyin' got a n***a so salty huh

This cash got me f**kin' on Barbies f**kin' on Barbies

Know you adore me adore

Broke her heart no it ain't nothin' free nothin'

N***a chopped and screw it like Bun B screw it

Road to the riches ain't nothin' sweet

The road to the riches ain't nothin'

Sweet ain't nothin' sweet

The Rolls Cullinan got love seats love seats

The Wock' got the double cup muddy muddy

RIP the p***y then heartbreak

Shorty eatin' salad that parsley

Put the bands on your man watch the car shake

In the Louis V bag should be more cake

B***h I be the n***a that they all hate

I ain't ever finna listen what they all say

Count up big bread in broad day

Said I don't regret them hard days

Essential

Gotta keep the Ruger on the hip n***a essential

I just f**ked a cougar in the backseat of a rental

F**kin' with me 'cause she really think I be the answer

Wish a n***a would roll 'em up in a pencil

Two Dracos get 'em gone no silencio

N***as leavin' none ain't no evidential

Run the bag on 'em like oh I'ma tax 'em

Oh I'ma tax 'em

Got a bad b***h she act a hella goofy though

I don't bring her around me she talk a lot

That my n***a he know he don't act like a ho

Know that I'm blowin' up first and n***as not

And I know that they plottin' I keep a Glock

RIP n***as that walked in the 'cross fire

Always back out the pole at a red light

Shawty askin' if a n***a paranoid ooh woah oh

Moonwalkin' at sixteen

Diamonds hittin' boutta Toosie Slide

A n***a f**kin' on ya h*e

Told them n***as don't text me

N***a I be rollin' up exotic finna get me out my zone

My mama say she miss me

Told her I be trappin' she be laughin'

B***hes cryin' on her phone

We gon' prove when that f**k n***a step up

Bae don't judge me I smoke 'lotta pressure

I be high as f**k no n***as likin' us

Your b***h just booked up a telly invitin' us

And that's prolly why that f**k n***a mad

Know he better stay in his bag

In the quarantine season uh

Trappin' for the weekend

Diamonds hittin' make a n***a start to blinkin'

Get to bussin' if a n***a start thinkin'

Know that they watchin'

RIP the p***y then heartbreak

Shorty eatin' salad that parsley

Put the bands on your man watch the car shake

In the Louis V bag should be more cake

B***h I be the n***a that they all hate

I ain't ever finna listen what they all say

Count up big bread in broad day

Said I don't regret them hard days

Essential

Gotta keep the Ruger on the hip n***a essential

I just f**ked a cougar in the backseat of a rental

F**kin' with me 'cause she really think

I be the answer

Wish a n***a would roll 'em up in a pencil

Two Dracos get 'em gone no silencio

N***as leavin' none ain't no evidential

Run the bag on 'em like oh I'ma tax 'em

Oh I'ma tax 'em