Krazy K - Thugs Ain't Do sh** lyrics

(Intro) Uhm, aite. So, actually, um.. (something attracts) Let me burn this. (coughs) (Verse 1) Low low when i'm high Hit it now. Hit it till you fly No, no. Don't need to cry f** 'em all b**h, trynna k** my vibe Talk sh** when you came nearby, smell it even you ain't nearby f** those sh** you're talkin' about. I know all of it was lie k**in in, k**in out, tho. f** y'all like the popo Spittin' low key more, sorry for hurting your heart, tho If you're not afraid, then come and face me Talking back, i'm a "What i said" You said but you never did I'm the one whom you afraid (Chorus) When thugs say thugs ain't do sh**, we really mean it We are thugs and we don't sell sh**, dont make us get crazy We're not the guys whom afraid of anything So, when we say we squad ain't do sh**, we thugs ain't do sh**, we thugs ain't do sh** (Verse 2) I'm gonna be the best of the best Ain't gonna be the same old sh** like the rest Motherf**ers trynna beef me Thugs ain't do sh** so get the f** up and face me You punk a** Eminem wannabe You barely even know Em's history They say you spitting Rap God easily Boy, you can't even rap it on the beat No soprano, half black, half white, i'm a piano I'll be standing in front of you and f** yo show f** tha popo. Ice cube and gangsta rap made me do it I'm trynna make them lips sync, thugs ain't do sh** No need no d** to write some good sh** Cause i'm a hella genius and y'all should've known it And y'all never heard of me? It's Krazy-K, homie. It is what it is, G (Chorus) When thugs say thugs ain't do sh**, we really mean it We are thugs and we don't sell sh**, dont make us get crazy We're not the guy whom afraid of anything So, when we say we squad ain't do sh**, we thugs ain't do sh**, we thugs ain't do sh** (Interlude) This time, i'm talkin' for real, man. (laughs) (Verse 3) Don't make my black side effects ya I will just come and k** ya And probably make ya sweat accompanied by nightmare and make you poop on your bed I'm in high life, wa**up Chillin' with the good stuff i ain't do no d**, never been to a f** Just chillin' in the crib while blowin' out the cloud Purple brocco, f** all popo Mess with me, Pablo? You f**ed up, Zoulo k** ya'self, h*mo. U ain't got a Lambo Say ya the best, but not that is what you have Now you ain't got nothing left. Now you see d**h 'Cos you are deaf Homie, i've got respect too. But not for you, f**in theft!