Thug It Out (feat. Domo)

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 then I wouldn't have this, feeling

Now, I'm feeling like a brand new ****

Can't nobody tell me shit

Brand new ****, I just dropped on a whip

Brand new ****, I bust down on some chains

Got a freak bitch, all over the bed in lingerie

I'm a thug, posted on the blog with my ****

Run up a check, and go shop with my ****

Run into them suckers, I send shots with my ****

On the grind, every day 'til the top with my ****

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 ass, then 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 need her back

Grew in up in the great city, city on the map

**** 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 ****, I can't stand y'all

Fuck you bitches, I can't stand y'all too

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 then I wouldn't have this, feeling

Now, I'm feeling like a brand new ****

Can't nobody tell me shit

Brand new ****, I just dropped on a whip

Brand new ****, I bust down on some chains

Got a freak bitch, all over the bed in lingerie

I'm a thug, posted on the blog with my ****

Run up a check, and go shop with my ****

Run into them suckers, I send shots with my ****

On the grind, every day 'til the top with my ****

I'm a thug

Posted on the blog, with my **** (with my ****)

Wrong move, you get popped from my **** (from my ****)

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 **** 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 **** (with my ****)

But I'm still in the jets with my **** (with my ****)

**** 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 then I wouldn't have this, feeling

Now, I'm feeling like a brand new ****

Can't nobody tell me shit

Brand new ****, I just dropped on a whip

Brand new ****, 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 ****

Run up a check, and go shop with my ****

Run into them suckers, I send shots with my ****

On the grind, every day 'til the top with my ****

I'm a thug