Thug Life Lyrics


Lyrics to 'Thug Life' by 21 Savage:

–Verse 1–
Scrape the corner
Buy a Rover
Crack inside my [?] sofa
Sunday, family coming over
Move the crack behind the toaster
Carry pistols with no holsters
Trying not to be a poster
You was listening to your coaches
I was listening to the vultures
And I slept with rats and roaches
That’s why I don’t smoke no roaches
Niggas tryna knock my focus
Wonder why I’m sick of potion
We have a dog but we ain’t jokers
Big bullets, lead poking
In that pussy, slow motion
Nigga ain’t none of my songs [?]

–Chorus–
I’m thinking to myself you ain’t gang, nigga, fuck you
Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn’t have cuffed you
Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should’ve trusted you

–Verse 2–
Old style but nigga in the back like the streets do
Can’t believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you
Niggas quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through
Gang, gang, screaming “Fuck you, they want to eat you”
My son got asthma, now I’m having spasms
Fuck the [?] he ‘gone [?], put ’em on the platter
Snakes plotting on my downfall like I’m hearing rattle

(That fuck nigga gone flop man
21 ain’t even no real nigga, fuck that nigga)

We sticking to the G code, nigga we ain’t beefin’ over freak ho’s
I hit her on the D low, yeah she like my [?]
That nigga think that he a bullet, don’t like credit, Deebow
30-round hangin’ out the big lot
Ain’t no six shots [?] to a quick stop
[?]
Nigga ain’t pullin’ up [?]
Too much money got ’em pissed off
Nigga, I’mma pull up at yo bitch house
Fuck a niggas bitch, she get a kick out it
Nigga pop [?], ‘gone get a kick out it
Drinking on syrup with my dick out
Glock-17 with my dick out

–Chorus–
I’m thinking to myself you ain’t gang, nigga, fuck you
Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn’t have cuffed you
Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should’ve trusted you

–Bridge–
Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho
Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho
Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho
Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho
I’mma tint, president, like I’m Trump though
Secrest service shooters, leave ’em niggas slumped, dawg
Denzel, I get surgical with this pump, dawg
Busting down, breaking down, then I put it in a blunt, dawg
Made [?], I got 21 [?]
In my face, [?] in the same count
I was down, bad and now I’m shining like a [?]
You put a ring on her, she ain’t nothing but a drought
The kicked me outta middle school and sent me to the house
We ’bout that gunplay, nigga, motherfuck ‘yo count
19, I bought a Cutlass, four 12’s and a [?]
Beating down Glenwood, nigga, feeling like a champ
Nigga, we ain’t taking no deals
Lil nigga we ain’t snitching, we ain’t making no sound
Used to jump niggas, now we jumping in a crowd
Used to make mama cry, now I make her proud
I remember rainy days but now she like the sound

–Chorus–
I’m thinking to myself you ain’t gang, nigga, fuck you
Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn’t have cuffed you
Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should’ve trusted you

Ho stab a nigga in the back like the streets do
Can’t believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you
Niggas quick to say they loyal to you, they be see through
Gang, gang, screaming “Fuck you, they want to eat you”

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