Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga
Bandana and some low cuts
Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga
Still trap the 4
Don't trip I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
Now I got that money, everybody love me
I'm a thug nigga, I might drop someone
I'm a thug nigga, I might flock someone
I'm a thug nigga, make the foreign do a donut
If I like her I'mma hit it, I don't care who f*cked
I'm a thug nigga, I don't smoke hookah
I f*ck bitches and talk about who wars losing
What it look like, what it smell like?
Does she know how to get her head right?
Ay, all my homies feel like "F*ck Life"
Pop tag, nigga, f*ck price
They say I'm wrong but I feel so right
Straight out the gate with the Glock on my side
I don't turn down fees
I don't got feelings, I feel no ways
He was cryin' when he was in that cage
He probably bleed for seven days, nigga
Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga
Bandana and some low cuts
Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga
Still trap the 4
Don't trip I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
Now I got that money, everybody love me
I can Blood walk to this, I can Blood talk to this
Can't you see I'm feelin' myself?
Back back, let me talk my shit
It go, Big Booty, Slim-Foe, Psycho, Lil' Tick, Tiny Train and Bool Boy
Drop me a nigga with
Jay man, Big trill, Money and Charlie, uh
Shout out Guy M, used to bang with in Inglewood
Baby down for villain gang
Little known familiar gang
Burger GD and Hof from Swan, they be havin' things
Q Ball, Lil' Wolf, free Troop and Baby Bool
All my young niggas, the whole hood love them boys
They're some shooters
Big round, little round, both with the gun clap
Wanted in jail for the bank lick
The other went down full of straps
Tiny Rock, Heavy D, Micky from nutty block
Total 3 and G-Man from Santana Blocc
Baby Odi, Tiny Creep, hope for the smilin' me
My young niggas shinin' back from Inglewood NHP
Big beef from NHP, the homegirls from the tree
Put that on some, on P, nigga
Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga
Bandana and some low cuts
Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga
Still trap the 4
Don't trip I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
Now I got that money, everybody love me
YG - I'm A Thug Pt. 2 Lyrics
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Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga
Bandana and some low cuts
Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga
Still trap the 4
Don't trip I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
Now I got that money, everybody love me
I'm a thug nigga, I might drop someone
I'm a thug nigga, I might flock someone
I'm a thug nigga, make the foreign do a donut
If I like her I'mma hit it, I don't care who f*cked
I'm a thug nigga, I don't smoke hookah
I f*ck bitches and talk about who wars losing
What it look like, what it smell like?
Does she know how to get her head right?
Ay, all my homies feel like "F*ck Life"
Pop tag, nigga, f*ck price
They say I'm wrong but I feel so right
Straight out the gate with the Glock on my side
I don't turn down fees
I don't got feelings, I feel no ways
He was cryin' when he was in that cage
He probably bleed for seven days, nigga
Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga
Bandana and some low cuts
Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga
Still trap the 4
Don't trip I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
Now I got that money, everybody love me
I can Blood walk to this, I can Blood talk to this
Can't you see I'm feelin' myself?
Back back, let me talk my shit
It go, Big Booty, Slim-Foe, Psycho, Lil' Tick, Tiny Train and Bool Boy
Drop me a nigga with
Jay man, Big trill, Money and Charlie, uh
Shout out Guy M, used to bang with in Inglewood
Baby down for villain gang
Little known familiar gang
Burger GD and Hof from Swan, they be havin' things
Q Ball, Lil' Wolf, free Troop and Baby Bool
All my young niggas, the whole hood love them boys
They're some shooters
Big round, little round, both with the gun clap
Wanted in jail for the bank lick
The other went down full of straps
Tiny Rock, Heavy D, Micky from nutty block
Total 3 and G-Man from Santana Blocc
Baby Odi, Tiny Creep, hope for the smilin' me
My young niggas shinin' back from Inglewood NHP
Big beef from NHP, the homegirls from the tree
Put that on some, on P, nigga
Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga
Bandana and some low cuts
Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga
Still trap the 4
Don't trip I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
Now I got that money, everybody love me
Bandana and some low cuts
Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga
Still trap the 4
Don't trip I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
Now I got that money, everybody love me
I'm a thug nigga, I might drop someone
I'm a thug nigga, I might flock someone
I'm a thug nigga, make the foreign do a donut
If I like her I'mma hit it, I don't care who f*cked
I'm a thug nigga, I don't smoke hookah
I f*ck bitches and talk about who wars losing
What it look like, what it smell like?
Does she know how to get her head right?
Ay, all my homies feel like "F*ck Life"
Pop tag, nigga, f*ck price
They say I'm wrong but I feel so right
Straight out the gate with the Glock on my side
I don't turn down fees
I don't got feelings, I feel no ways
He was cryin' when he was in that cage
He probably bleed for seven days, nigga
Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga
Bandana and some low cuts
Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga
Still trap the 4
Don't trip I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
Now I got that money, everybody love me
I can Blood walk to this, I can Blood talk to this
Can't you see I'm feelin' myself?
Back back, let me talk my shit
It go, Big Booty, Slim-Foe, Psycho, Lil' Tick, Tiny Train and Bool Boy
Drop me a nigga with
Jay man, Big trill, Money and Charlie, uh
Shout out Guy M, used to bang with in Inglewood
Baby down for villain gang
Little known familiar gang
Burger GD and Hof from Swan, they be havin' things
Q Ball, Lil' Wolf, free Troop and Baby Bool
All my young niggas, the whole hood love them boys
They're some shooters
Big round, little round, both with the gun clap
Wanted in jail for the bank lick
The other went down full of straps
Tiny Rock, Heavy D, Micky from nutty block
Total 3 and G-Man from Santana Blocc
Baby Odi, Tiny Creep, hope for the smilin' me
My young niggas shinin' back from Inglewood NHP
Big beef from NHP, the homegirls from the tree
Put that on some, on P, nigga
Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga
Bandana and some low cuts
Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga
Still trap the 4
Don't trip I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy)
Now I got that money, everybody love me
Writer: Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Larry James Sanders
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group