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]