I'm Thuggin'

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]

Bitch I'm thuggin', bitch I'm thuggin' and these bitches love it

Doing me, she doing me cause a nigga buzzin'

Hundred killers, hundred goons they be tripping out

(?), push a button, then they whipping out

Hood stars, pushing Regal's, that's a real car

Flag you down, I'll hit you up, let me know who you are

Mystery, two eleven sent you mystery

Don't mention me, if them pigs in your facility

Five star, general, felonies, criminals

All inside my videos, street niggas, here yeah go

Yeahhhh, yeah it's going down

For my niggas in them bushes with them chopper rounds

Hit the club turnt up and shut that bitch down

Throwing chips in the air, like poker lion

Yeahhhh, whatchu know about it

Ask my Momma and my homies yeah, they know I'm 'bout it

[Hook: Jay Rock]

Bitch I'm thuggin', bitch I'm thuggin' got these bitches buggin'

Bitch I'm thuggin', bitch I'm thuggin' and they want my loving

Bitch I'm thuggin', hugs and kisses got you bitches mugging

Bitch I'm thuggin', bitch I'm thuggin' even when I'm clubbin'

[Bridge 1: Jay Rock]

L.A., (bitch I'm thuggin')

To the Bay, (bitch I'm thuggin')

Diego, (bitch I'm thuggin')

Portland, O, (bitch I'm thuggin')

Seattle, (bitch I'm thuggin')

Minnesota, (bitch I'm thuggin')

The Chi-Town, (bitch I'm thuggin')

And my Boston crowd, (bitch I'm thuggin')

[Verse 2: Jay Rock]

In my projects hustling, watching niggas cooking

Steady serving, informants looking

We play it off, they play it off

Them motha fuckas crooked, we just pay 'em off

Put them chickens in your city, let 'em marinate

Watch it bubble man, Christmas is my birthday

I'm feelin' myself, I'm addicted to mirrors

Got a thang for them thousands, I'm attracted to millions

Bitch watch the ceiling, I'm sky high

Connected around the world, call me WiFi

We walk up, y'all drive-by

He chalked up, gimme high-five

Swear to God I'm on a money spree, come with me

Show you how to make a couple dollars off a quarter ki

Yeahhhh, it's going down

For my niggas on the corners hope he holding pounds

[Hook]

[Bridge 2: Jay Rock]

A.Z., (bitch I'm thuggin')

Detroit, (bitch I'm thuggin')

St. Louis, (bitch I'm thuggin')

Tennessee, (bitch I'm thuggin')

H-Town, (bitch I'm thuggin')

K.C., (bitch I'm thuggin')

Hot Atlanta, (bitch I'm thuggin')

Alabama, (bitch I'm thuggin')

[Verse 3: Jay Rock]

Dope shit, dope shit, fiends over dosing

Get your dosage for the low

Spend your dough up 'til you broke

Shop, open twenty-four, pile of bags, pile of bag

All over the floor, a lot of cash, lot of cash

Bitch I need a (?), now go and get my glass

Fill it with Henne and Sprite, I gotta make a hundred racks tonight

Feds tryna' expedite, that's a lot of pressure right

Sike, niggas breaking leaving, you rookies don't stretch it right

Scales all digital, triple beam, triple beam

Visual, Big, Pac, whipping up a miracle

See you clowns politicking, so I got them choppers in my

Impala while I'm dipping like a primo to watch Nino

Brown in my cup, nigga I don't give a fuck

Like I'm castrated, I'm past faded

Yeahhhh, yeah it's going down

For my niggas on there hustling holding pounds

Body builders with the great white (?) sharks

Gotta light a dark, daylight or dark

[Hook]

[Bridge 3: Jay Rock]

New York, (bitch I'm thuggin')

Miami, (bitch I'm thuggin')

Philly nigga, (bitch I'm thuggin')

Virginia nigga, (bitch I'm thuggin')

Baltimore, (bitch I'm thuggin')

Louisiana, (bitch I'm thuggin')

Cleveland, (bitch I'm thuggin')

Denver, (bitch I'm thuggin')