Thug 2
Yeah, ha
Yeah, yeah
Oh he still? (uh, haha) Okay
Oh he still wanna be thug? (uh, hold on)
Yeah
Here we go
Fake niggas
Stay up out the way because I hate niggas
Pull up wipe his nose and cut his neck, no time to save niggas
Two cars and they four doors that mean it's eight niggas
Work too hard to put food on my plate so I ain't playing with it
Type of nigga kill you take your Glock and hit your mans with it
Run off with his phone and call his plug and take his grams with it
Rob him for his chain and then I go back to The Land with it
He a dead nigga, go and fuck his bitch then let my mans hit it
I smoke weed before the game, I'm balling hard just like I'm J.R. Smith
Aiming for your brain, you better duck, this AR never miss
Talking out your neck but you ain't bring your ass to 146
Niggas lame as fuck, y'all the type to sit here and argue about a bitch
Oh he still want to be a thug? (uh, hold on)
Boy shut the fuck up before we come hawk you down
He think his ass safe, till I pay his gang to go and walk him down
Oh you think you balling, I send some shots if you step out of bounds
Put a red dot up to that nigga nose, now he look like a clown
Oh he still want to be a thug? (uh, hold on) With your lil sorry ass
Come down to the hood and hit your shorty and ask her where he at
Better check your bitch, cause she the one that let us in the stash (hold on)
Smooth ass nigga just hit a robbery and I ain't need a mask
Heard he made a diss, but I ain't listen cause his shit be ass
We ain't playing around here, you gone die with your lil scary ass
They call me Four but bitch I'm number one, I'm never coming last
Like shit there go to opps, we grab that bitch and let that chopper blast
Oh he still want to be a thug? (uh, hold on)
Like man for what nigga?
Y'all tell the police everything y'all did, we keep it shut nigga
And my demon got my back, he shoot up out the cut with it
You niggas talk a lot but won't do shit, fuck niggas
Fake niggas
Stay up out the way because I hate niggas
Pull up wipe his nose and cut his neck, no time to save niggas
Two cars and they four doors that mean it's eight niggas
Work too hard to put food on my plate so I ain't playing with it
Type of nigga kill you take your Glock and hit your mans with it
Run off with his phone and call his plug and take his grams with it
Rob him for his chain and then I go back to the land with it
He a dead nigga, go and fuck his bitch then let my mans hit it
Yeah, yeah
Oh he still? (uh, haha) Okay
Oh he still wanna be thug? (uh, hold on)
Yeah
Here we go
Fake niggas
Stay up out the way because I hate niggas
Pull up wipe his nose and cut his neck, no time to save niggas
Two cars and they four doors that mean it's eight niggas
Work too hard to put food on my plate so I ain't playing with it
Type of nigga kill you take your Glock and hit your mans with it
Run off with his phone and call his plug and take his grams with it
Rob him for his chain and then I go back to The Land with it
He a dead nigga, go and fuck his bitch then let my mans hit it
I smoke weed before the game, I'm balling hard just like I'm J.R. Smith
Aiming for your brain, you better duck, this AR never miss
Talking out your neck but you ain't bring your ass to 146
Niggas lame as fuck, y'all the type to sit here and argue about a bitch
Oh he still want to be a thug? (uh, hold on)
Boy shut the fuck up before we come hawk you down
He think his ass safe, till I pay his gang to go and walk him down
Oh you think you balling, I send some shots if you step out of bounds
Put a red dot up to that nigga nose, now he look like a clown
Oh he still want to be a thug? (uh, hold on) With your lil sorry ass
Come down to the hood and hit your shorty and ask her where he at
Better check your bitch, cause she the one that let us in the stash (hold on)
Smooth ass nigga just hit a robbery and I ain't need a mask
Heard he made a diss, but I ain't listen cause his shit be ass
We ain't playing around here, you gone die with your lil scary ass
They call me Four but bitch I'm number one, I'm never coming last
Like shit there go to opps, we grab that bitch and let that chopper blast
Oh he still want to be a thug? (uh, hold on)
Like man for what nigga?
Y'all tell the police everything y'all did, we keep it shut nigga
And my demon got my back, he shoot up out the cut with it
You niggas talk a lot but won't do shit, fuck niggas
Fake niggas
Stay up out the way because I hate niggas
Pull up wipe his nose and cut his neck, no time to save niggas
Two cars and they four doors that mean it's eight niggas
Work too hard to put food on my plate so I ain't playing with it
Type of nigga kill you take your Glock and hit your mans with it
Run off with his phone and call his plug and take his grams with it
Rob him for his chain and then I go back to the land with it
He a dead nigga, go and fuck his bitch then let my mans hit it
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