Thug Life

(album: Only The Family - Lil Durk Presents: Loyal Bros 2 - 2022)

Phew, phew
(Damn, Max, this one's too hard)
So what we on?
Phew (Big Ice)
Phew
Why the fuck? (Forever, nigga)
Hmm, ooh

Yeah, why the fuck you flashing that lil' pole and ain't gon' use it? (Use it)
Bust my Rollie down, [?] this bitch look stupid (Ooh)
Huh, took two thousand oranges on the road, look like I'm hooping (Look like I'm hoopin')
Pull up with that bitch and phew, phew, phew, AR with coolant
Yeah, chain freezy, I fuck on best friends, her whole gang easy (Her whole gang easy)
Niggas hoes, we take rappers jewelry, get your plate eaten (Ha)
Pour that Wocky up, then pop a Tesla, look like I ain't leaning (Woo)
Drop they homie, up that bitch again, this shit just ain't easy (This shit just ain't easy)
Walk around this bitch with like two hundred, I got a check now (Two hundred)
He was bragging 'bout how he killed look at where he at now (Look at where he at now)
Huh, I kept running out of Actavis, I'm pouring Tech, huh (Pourin')
We got hundred shooters, hundred choppers when we step out (Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)
Pull up the 'Raq, I'm in 'Rari or the 'Vette ('Rari or the 'Vette)
I'm with brodie flipping packs, spent ten thousand up in Saks (Ten thousand up in Saks)
I got steppers on steppers, thirty rounds sitting in the MAC
Out of town, run up a check, hundred pounds sit on the jet, nigga (Hundred pounds sit on the jet)

Thug life, middle fingers up, screamin, "Fuck the opp"
Dump the Drac', left off one of the fifties, spin another block
Your cousin with you claiming he innocent, he still getting shot
The type of nigga smoke your bitch ass, go nail your baby mama
I been getting money state to state since I was a lil' nigga
Seventeen, fucking with that dog, I put up six figures
Rich nigga, my dick got standards, I fuck on rich bitches (Bitch)
In the trenches, all this ice on to patch a bitch nigga (Bitch, big Doodie Lo)

Big Doodie Lo, I got a roll on me, I keep a big Glock (Glah)
I really be thugging, lil' nigga, this ain't no TikTok (Bitch)
They diss me on the 'net, but in public, shit, I don't see them (I don't see them)
They way we give them niggas hell, I wouldn't wanna be 'em (I wouldn't wanna be them)
On some evil shit, my eyes red (Red), kill all my opps dead (Get 'em)
Slide 'til they all dead, hundred dollar bald head (Hundred dollar bald head)
We don't do no pillow talk, take a plug, peel 'em off (Give me that)
Still catch me in the trap, I'm still tryna get it off (Gang)

Right, niggas ain't fucking with us, man
Know how we coming, like
First forty-eight, bitch, ha
Let's get it