"Thug Life" lyrics
Doodie Lo & Chief Wuk Lyrics
(feat. Icewear Vezzo)
Phew, phew
(Damn, MAX, this one's too hard)
So what we on?
Phew (Big Ice), fuck, I'm ready to go (Phew)
Uh, why the fuck? (Forever, nigga)
Hmm, ooh
Yeah, why the fuck you flashin' that little pole and ain't gon' use it? (Use it)
Bust my Rollie down, this [?] bitch look stupid, huh (Ooh)
Took two thousand oranges on the road, look like I'm hoopin' (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 leanin' (Woo)
Drop their 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 braggin' 'bout how he killed- look at where he at now (Look at where he at now)
Huh, I kept runnin' out of Actavis, I'm pourin' Tech, huh (Pourin')
We got hundred shooters, hundred choppers when we step out (Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)
Pull up in the 'Raq, I'm in 'Rari or the 'Vette ('Rari or the 'Vette)
I'm with brodie flippin' packs, spent ten thousand up in Saks (Ten thousand up in Saks)
I got steppers on steppers, thirty rounds sittin' 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 claimin' he innocent, he still gettin' shot
The type of nigga smoke your bitch ass, go nail your baby mama
I been gettin' money state to state since I was a little nigga
Seventeen, fuckin' with that dog, I put up six figures (roof)
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 thuggin', little 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)
Their 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're 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 fuckin' with us, man
Know how we comin', like
First forty-eight, bitch, ha
Let's get it
(Damn, MAX, this one's too hard)
So what we on?
Phew (Big Ice), fuck, I'm ready to go (Phew)
Uh, why the fuck? (Forever, nigga)
Hmm, ooh
Yeah, why the fuck you flashin' that little pole and ain't gon' use it? (Use it)
Bust my Rollie down, this [?] bitch look stupid, huh (Ooh)
Took two thousand oranges on the road, look like I'm hoopin' (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 leanin' (Woo)
Drop their 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 braggin' 'bout how he killed- look at where he at now (Look at where he at now)
Huh, I kept runnin' out of Actavis, I'm pourin' Tech, huh (Pourin')
We got hundred shooters, hundred choppers when we step out (Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)
Pull up in the 'Raq, I'm in 'Rari or the 'Vette ('Rari or the 'Vette)
I'm with brodie flippin' packs, spent ten thousand up in Saks (Ten thousand up in Saks)
I got steppers on steppers, thirty rounds sittin' 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 claimin' he innocent, he still gettin' shot
The type of nigga smoke your bitch ass, go nail your baby mama
I been gettin' money state to state since I was a little nigga
Seventeen, fuckin' with that dog, I put up six figures (roof)
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 thuggin', little 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)
Their 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're 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 fuckin' with us, man
Know how we comin', like
First forty-eight, bitch, ha
Let's get it
