Lyrics Lil Keed – Thugger

(Mook cooked this shit the fuck up, you know what I’m sayin’
Yeah yeah
Turn up slimeball)

Yeah, all alone, all alone

Count it up, count it up, these bitches know what’s up
We get them bangers in the club, hope you not actin’ up
And I’m so gone baby, out of here
And I’m gettin’ flown baby to the cheers
Straight to outter sea, outter sea
Yeah these labels tryna talk to me
And these niggas tryna walk with me
Yeah Glock forty, Smith and Wesson me
Yeah real shooters, they gon’ rock with me
And I don’t want a rat nigga next to me
I don’t fuck with niggas, no courtesy
Nah nigga, ain’t no courtesy, yeah
They couldn’t make it, I couldn’t take it
And bitches tryna date me, hold up, hell hell nah
Put my name in the pavement, Hollywood
I think I should, turn up slimeball

Yeah, all alone, all alone
Yeah baby I was thuggin’ all alone
And I got me VLONE, my partner not comin’ home

Nah, I didn’t ask, Balmain full of cash
Young nigga lot of racks, young Keed on they ass
Whole lot of fuckin’ pimpin’ bitch, whole lot of drippin’ bitch
Seventy-five to get rid of him, he’ll never eat again
Shots on the block, that’s a rainy day
These niggas creekin’ on training day
Jake’s gone, Rudy gone, so my pain
Don’t want a good lab run so stay away
Stay your range, your price range

Yeah, all alone, all alone
Yeah baby I was thuggin’ all alone
And I got me VLONE, my partner not comin’ home
I’m thuggin’ all alone
I’ma get them racks, never lookin’ back
Been had drip bitch, yeah, been had swag
Yeah, barbie girl bitch, yeah, she got ass
Built it from the ground up, baby I didn’t ask

(Yeah yeah, she got ass
All VLONE, I got on
Played the game, now we strong)