Thuggin' Bitch Video (MV)

To all my real n****s who thuggin' I'm rollin' this one for you
Purple owl and lemon kush I be puffin' that LSU
To keep my head up
And be duckin' n****s in blue
And homicide is our lifestyle
Just had a dream about death
Incarcerated in this hardship
Be quick to go benign f*ck it buckin' on my targets
Knockin' foes to the f*ckin' ground y'all minarets
Until you see Bee bustin' with that choppa' oh my Lordie
Cops ain't taze him and it's never televised
Without the nine
We buried another ken of mine
This for the homies in Angola keep it soldier
You'll be out dearly
Just keep it G until you free
I know somebody feel me
I wake up err' morning struggling and cussin'
I signal with (Okuurt!)
Just like I'm Cardi
N****s bustin'
We thuggin'
'Cause this is the wrong game we was raised in
Choking off that coma muhf*cka' I be blazin'
Keeping shit the truest I'ma represent the gutta'
I vision my deceased
It got me lurking when I'm thuggin'
Through the fence I'm cuttin'
I keep it real for my n****s
No longer here
Wish you was here so we can vent about the pain I feel
We would be rollin'
Joking sippin' alcohol
I could recall when we was pimpin'
Right beside the mall
We put the mack out
Tussin' to blow the back out
My fire pen get laced
And I'm able to blow the track out

I'm thuggin' bitch
Bitch I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin' bitch
Bitch I'm thuggin'

I know you don't like Bryson Tiller
My paraphernalia don't let anybody come to near us
So what's the dealer?
Don't let me come and break your heart
I'm south side muhf*cka' you don't wanna start
And then my weight been getting up so don't you try me
I told my mama if I die don't make no white-t
If they come bustin' don't you worry I'ma live forever
I'm up in heaven bumping
You don't wanna f*ck with me like a f*ckin' rebel
Don't wanna see my as a star
They wanna see me dead but I don't give a f*ck at all
Just don't let self esteem get the best of you my n***a
I creep up where you be like
Don't you disrespect the realer
Don't owe your prayers to the clouds
Nobody hear ya
Them bodies get thicker
Don't want no game with my pickle
If you don't come acknowledge me my dick gon' be an issue
And now we f*ckin' bumping don't
By Bryson Tiller
I'm thuggin' bitch (I'm thuggin' bitch)

Bitch I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin' bitch
Bitch I'm thuggin'

Now they got me creepin' on alert to take this soul of mine
I went from dingy to some descent
Give me more of mine
Keep getting texts from this chick
I fooled around with
I guess she want some more of Daddy Yanky Mr. Brownwick
Soldier to my spirit represent it to the maximum
Choking on the smoke you n****s jokes and so I laugh at them
Never miss a sunny day
The streets gon' rot in blood
Retaliate and pop a brother
With the .40 slug now that's rotten blood
I know I'm soon to be a star
And not no weird shit I keep it real with no guitar
From lodging and parked cars
To sitting where Bruno Mars be
I'm tryna' touch the f*ckin' top and see my bae draws leak
I gotta get this paper
It ain't a thang
No more TV commercials asking us to make a change
Let's make a change
Just keep it G until you lay down
But cops be trippin'
Shooting us like this a muhf*ckin' playground
I'm thuggin' bitch

Bitch I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin' bitch
Bitch I'm thuggin'