Justin Rarri ft. Gunna - THUGBABY Lyrics

(Ayo, Pitt, we got one)
(SumYunGhai with me the shit)

R.I.P. the pussy 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
Bitch, I be the nigga 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, nigga, essential
I just fucked a cougar in the backseat of a rental
Fuckin' with me 'cause she really think I be the answer
Wish a nigga would, roll 'em up in a pencil
Two Dracos, get 'em gone, no silencio
Niggas leavin' none, ain't no evidential
Run the bag on 'em, like oh, I'ma tax 'em (oh, I'ma tax 'em)

Uh, nigga, left arm, got a gold Patek (gold)
Fuck the bitch once and I ain't call her back (no)
Wunna too rich, I'm hard to catch (hard)
Silly bitch 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 pussy like broccoli (broccoli)
Bitch lyin' got a nigga so salty (huh)
This cash got me fuckin' on Barbies (fuckin' on Barbies)
Know you adore me (adore)
Broke her heart, no, it ain't nothin' free (nothin')
Nigga, 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)

R.I.P. the pussy 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
Bitch, I be the nigga 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, nigga, essential
I just fucked a cougar in the backseat of a rental
Fuckin' with me 'cause she really think I be the answer
Wish a nigga would, roll 'em up in a pencil
Two Dracos, get 'em gone, no silencio
Niggas 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 bitch, she act a hella goofy though
I don't bring her around me, she talk a lot
That my nigga, he know, he don't act like a ho
Know that I'm blowin' up first and niggas not
And I know that they plottin', I keep a Glock
R.I.P. niggas that walked in the cross fire
Always back out the pole at a red light
Shawty askin' if a nigga paranoid (ooh-woah, oh)
Moonwalkin' at sixteen
Diamonds hittin', boutta Toosie Slide, a nigga fuckin' on ya hoe
Told them niggas don't text me
Nigga, 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', bitches cryin' on her phone
We gon' prove when that fuck nigga step up
Bae don't judge me, I smoke 'lotta pressure
I be high as fuck, no niggas likin' us
Your bitch just booked up a telly, invitin' us
And that's prolly why that fuck nigga mad
Know he better stay in his bag
In the quarantine season, uh
Trappin' for the weekend
Diamonds hittin', make a nigga start to blinkin'
Get to bussin' if a nigga start thinkin', know that they watchin'

R.I.P. the pussy 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
Bitch, I be the nigga 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, nigga, essential
I just fucked a cougar in the backseat of a rental
Fuckin' with me 'cause she really think I be the answer
Wish a nigga would, roll 'em up in a pencil
Two Dracos, get 'em gone, no silencio
Niggas leavin' none, ain't no evidential
Run the bag on 'em, like oh I'ma tax 'em (oh, I'ma tax 'em)