Lyrics Thug It Out - Hink, DOMO

Thug It Out

Couple hoes did me wrong
But, I ain’t, tripping
Cause in the long run
They the ones that’s, missing
Now, And to keep it real
I’m kinda glad they did it
Cause if they didn’t
Than I wouldn’t have this, feeling
Now, I’m feeling like a
Brand new nigga, Can’t nobody tell me shit
Brand new nigga, I just dropped on a whip
Brand new nigga, I bust down on some chains
Got a freak bitch, All over the bed in Lingerie
I’m a Thug, Posted on the block with my niggas
Run up a check, and go shop with my niggas
Run into them suckers, I send shots with my Niggas
On the grind, everyday till the top with my niggas
I’m a thug
Put in on my soul
Don’t want no handouts, I do it on my own
Troubled as a teen, Skipping class like they songs
Get down to my, than i’m running in your home
Moms blowing up my phone, Tryna see where I’m at
Told her I’m outside, Where the thugs got my back
Grew in up in the, city on the map
Niggas act like they hard
But be hoes with some straps
I ain’t tellin lies, Swear to god these all facts
I ain’t with the shit, but I was forced to adapt
If I could go back in time, I would’ve chose a different path
But fuck all that complaining, this shit made me who I am
Fuck these niggas, I can’t stand y’all
Fuck you bitches, I can’t stand y’all to
Man struggled, had to stand tall
Now y’all watching when my plans follow through
Couple hoes did me wrong
But, I ain’t, tripping
Cause in the long run
They the ones that’s, missing
Now, And to keep it real
I’m kinda glad they did it
Cause if they didn’t
Than I wouldn’t have this, feeling
Now, I’m feeling like a
Brand new nigga, Can’t nobody tell me shit
Brand new nigga, I just dropped on a whip
Brand new nigga, I bust down on some chains
Got a freak bitch, All over the bed in Lingerie
I’m a Thug, Posted on the block with my niggas
Run up a check, and go shop with my niggas
Run into them suckers, I send shots with my Niggas
On the grind, everyday till the top with my niggas
I’m a thug
Posted on the block, with my niggas (wit my niggas)
Wrong move, you get popped from my niggas (from my niggas)
They say i’m acting fake, cause i’m distant (cause i’m distant)
Talked down bout the gang, bitch we tripping
Shit i’m tagging out the whip
Lost some niggas in this shit
I ran up a check, putting diamonds on my wrist
Ran some plays for the blues
Like I was hooping for the Knicks
Me and Hink The splash brothers
When we shoot we can’t miss aye (can't miss aye)
I ran up a check with my niggas (wit my niggas)
But i’m still in the jets with my niggas (wit my niggas)
Niggas plotting, So I stay on my Pivot
Bitch you know, I got them bands
But hell nah we can’t kick it, I’m a thug
Couple hoes did me wrong
But, I ain’t, tripping
Cause in the long run
They the ones that’s, missing
Now, And to keep it real
I’m kinda glad they did it
Cause if they didn’t
Than I wouldn’t have this, feeling
Now, I’m feeling like a
Brand new nigga, Can’t nobody tell me shit
Brand new nigga, I just dropped on a whip
Brand new nigga, I bust down on some chains
Got a freak bitch, All over the bed in Lingerie
I’m a Thug, Posted on the block with my niggas
Run up a check, and go shop with my niggas
Run into them suckers, I send shots with my Niggas
On the grind, everyday till the top with my niggas
I’m a thug