Free Thugger is a song by Blac Youngsta on Carrot28 Music.
Lyrics
Yeah\nAnd I'm a bad motherfucker\nI'm talking 'bout free, yeah\nI'm talking 'bout Thugger\nI say, "Free Thugger", I say, Free Thugger"\nThey tried their best to give me life, but I'm innocent (gang, gang)\nI was a young nigga with stripes, they tried to finish me (finish me)\nI'm whackin' shit, I don't give no fuck, they know my energy (yeah, yeah)\nAyy, free my nigga Thugger, they treat us like some menaces (gang, gang)\nNigga play with me, I let that bitch go at the dealership (bah, bah, grr)\nAin't no need for tryna start no smoke, 'cause I'm gon' finish it (finish it)\nEverywhere I go, I keep that choppa, that's my image (yeah)\nYou get a face shot, I swear me and my lil' niggas take a shit (take a shit)\nHow the fuck the blind gon' lead the blind? (Blind)\nEvery time I fuckin' turn around, they tryna give black man some time (some time)\nDeep inside feel the pain when I rhyme (rhyme)\nI'm tryna grow old, run up a billion, tryna sit back and recline (gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)\nI'm a walkin' dead end sign\nI'm the type of nigga turn a opp quick to a spaghetti sign (phew, phew, phew)\nAnd I'm runnin' red lights in that demon, I'm doin' here the crime (skrr)\nAnd I don't give no fuck about no smoke, I'm talking 'bout Buddhists flyin'\nEvery time they say they want my top, I see a pussy sign (pussy sign)\nYoung nigga put a dick up on that Glock, he like a rookie signee (rookie signee)\nThat's fifty shots, I'm talkin' 'bout piss mee off, somebody dyin' (fifty shots)\nSomebody mammy hit the motherfuckin' funeral cryin' (hot, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)\nYeah, them pussy niggas that talk too much say they gon' get at us (get at us)\nWon't give no fuck, we spin the block, bitch, you won't spit at us (bitch ass)\nHow the fuck you say you speak my language but you scared to bust (on blood)\nI done been through so much shit, I swear to God, I'm scared to trust\nGive me riddles, give me riddles, you know we riddlers\nThem niggas claim they somethin' they not, you know we riddlers\nWe spin their block, their (?) tucked, you know their (?) tucked\nWe really us, we really us so you come get at us\nMy feet really on the gas, I'm tryna blow the fuckin' motor\nI'm really with the shit, I'm talkin' 'bout whip them with some bakin' soda (skrr)\nWhen I whip it hard, I'm talkin' fast brick, I can't make it home (gang, gang)\nI rep Heavy Camp from CEO, Heavy Camp takin' over (Heavy Camp)\nI can make it hard for you to breathe (breathe)\nAin't no need for goin' to war with me if you ain't really prepared to bleed (brrt)\nI got a opp bitch up on her knees (knees)\nCan't believe that lil' bitch turned around and had the nerves to tell me to freeze (freeze)\nYou get a headshot if you police (police)\nI'm reppin' big B's and my cuz, he rep big, a big ol' C (Big Cs)\nI just wanna see my nigga free\nFree my nigga Slime, I ain't lyin', he a father just like me, yeah\nSlatt\nFree my nigga Slime\nI'm talkin' 'bout a real nigga\nI don't vouch for no nigga in this shit\nIf I vouch for you nigga, that mean you stamped\nOne thing for sure, a lot of these niggas pussy\nPussy ass rap nigga, I'm tellin' all you niggas in the way, free Slime\nGang, gang