We're not against rap, we're not against rappers But we are against those thugs I got money to make, I got hoes to f** I got weed to smoke, I got bottles to bust Yeah, I know tippa come for us When you a n***a that don't give a mothaf** Yeah I come from the hood, yeah I used to move birds Yeah I got me a slab and yeah I sip on that syrup Yeah my last name thug, I make it rain in em clubs And keep a bunch of bad b**hes that stay ready to f** Keep new J's on my toes, keep a Rollie that's gold Keep that Desert E on me just in case a n***a get bold State smoking exotic, roll with some n***as that's bout it That'd chop up yo body, if anybody get bodied Yeah n***a to try me or I do you myself p**y n***as like to sueing, call police for help I get high everyday, I remember it myself Its f**ed up, its true, but this what thugs do But this what thugs do [x2]
I got b**hes to break, I got licks to hit I got outta time connects on bricks and sh** I ain't got time to chill, these bills comin' too quick I'm tryna get some mo' meals I ain't through getting rich Got b**hes tryna [?] me, got haters tryna jack me I got AK's for days, making sure they don't catch me Feds at my crib, tryna see how I live I just filed child support and I don't know who they is People asking for money like I ain't work for the sh** Then they call a n***a selfish like they work for this sh** That's why I roll solo, it be yo friends that get ya Giving n***as the world, they still stop f**ing with ya Back when they get they own, they nowhere in the picture Turned yo back and braat, them shells gon' hit ya Its either k** or be k**ed, mane ain't nothing new Its f**ed up and true But this what thugs do But its what thugs do [x2]