(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!