Hug it out or thug it out
• Written by DrummaBoi
Ayy, this that last warning, for real
Don't call no truce, don’t shake no hands
We on business, not feelings
He was dissin’ on the ‘Gram, now he missin' in the land
Caught him lackin’ outta bounds, now his face on a cam
Shorty thought it was a game 'til the drum went bam
Now his homies wearin’ hoodies with his name on the back
I was posted by the corner store, eyes wide open
Ops slid once — next day, we was scorin’
Ten deep in the Tahoe, masked up, focused
If I point, they gon’ pop — no talkin’, just motion
Got a shorty in the trap, she a demon, she slide
Set him up for a zip, now he sleepin' outside
We don’t do the back-and-forth, we don’t do no replies
Just a call, then it's done — they don’t even ask why
This your last warning, better stay in your lane
‘Fore we pull up on your block, let it rain, no aim
Catch you walkin’ out the crib, broad day, close range
Ain’t no rules in the war, just pressure and pain
This your last warning, better pray for peace
But if I say it’s up, then it's up for weeks
We don’t miss, we don’t sleep, we just ride and repeat
I ain’t rappin’ for the fame — this is life on beat
I remember them nights when the fridge was low
Now the wrist got a glow, and my opps turn ghost
Had to move like chess, never let ‘em get close
Seen snakes in my circle, had to let ‘em get smoked
They was hatin’ on the kid when I ain’t have nothin’
Now it’s 30 in the clip, and the V12 runnin’
Mama told me, “Slow down,” but I’m deep in the game
I got trauma in my blood I could never explain
This for for Duck, for the ones in the sky
Every loss made me cold, every win made me wise
I don’t dance, I don’t joke, I just stare with my eyes
And if I catch him outta pocket, he ain't leavin' alive
This your last warning, better stay in your lane
‘Fore we pull up on your block, let it rain, no aim
Catch you walkin’ out the crib, broad day, close range
Ain’t no rules in the war, just pressure and pain
This your last warning, better pray for peace
But if I say it’s up, then it's up for weeks
We don’t miss, we don’t sleep, we just ride and repeat
I ain’t rappin’ for the fame — this is life on beat
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DrummaBoi
Member since March 5 2024