Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thug Life , by - 21 Savage. Release date: 06.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Thug Life |
| Scrape the corner, buy a Rover |
| Crack inside my grandma’s 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 sippin' potion |
| We happy, dog but we ain’t joking |
| Big bullets, we ain’t poking |
| In that pussy, slow motion |
| Nigga, ain’t none of my songs wrote |
| 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’a trust you |
| Hoe 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 |
| My son got asthma, grandma having spasms |
| Fuck the chatter, he gon' tattle, put 'em on the platter |
| Snakes plotting on my downfall I can hear 'em 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 steelo |
| That nigga think that he a bully, do him like Craig did Deebo |
| 30-round hangin' out the big Glock |
| Nigga, no six shots, shootin' 'til the clip stops |
| You a lil' kid and I’m a big dog |
| Nigga, when we pullin' up the sticks out |
| Too much money got 'em pissed off |
| Nigga, I’ma pull up at yo bitch house |
| Fuck a niggas bitch to get a kick out it |
| Nigga pop percs, 'gone get a kick out it |
| Drinking on syrup with my dick out |
| Glock-17 with the dick out |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| All my tint presidential, like I’m Trump, dawg |
| Secret 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 man stamped, I got «21» stamped |
| In my face, teetee and taytay in the same count |
| I was down, bad and now I’m shining like a lamp |
| You put a ring on her, she ain’t nothing but a tramp |
| They 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 an amp |
| Beating down Glenwood, nigga, feeling like a champ |
| Nigga, we ain’t takin' no deals |
| Lil nigga we ain’t snitchin', we ain’t making no sound |
| Used to jump niggas, now we jumping in a crowd |
| Used to make my mama cry, but now I make her proud |
| I remember rainy days but now she like the sound |
| 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 |
| Hoe 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» |