Thugs Do - Slim Thug

We’re not against rap, we’re not against rappers

But we are against those thugs

I got money to make, I got hoes to fuck

I got weed to smoke, I got bottles to bust

Yeah, I know tippa come for us

When you a nigga that don’t give a mothafuck

Yeah I come from the hood, yeah I used to move birds

Yeah I got me a slab and yeah I sip on that syrup

Yeah my last name thug, I make it rain in em clubs

And keep a bunch of bad bitches that stay ready to fuck

Keep new J’s on my toes, keep a Rollie that’s gold

Keep that Desert E on me just in case a nigga get bold

State smoking exotic, roll with some niggas that’s bout it

That’d chop up yo body, if anybody get bodied

Yeah nigga to try me or I do you myself

Pussy niggas like to sueing, call police for help

I get high everyday, I remember it myself

Its fucked up, its true, but this what thugs do

But this what thugs do

I got bitches to break, I got licks to hit

I got outta time connects on bricks and shit

I ain’t got time to chill, these bills comin' too quick

I’m tryna get some mo' meals I ain’t through getting rich

Got bitches tryna me, got haters tryna jack me

I got AK’s for days, making sure they don’t catch me

Feds at my crib, tryna see how I live

I just filed child support and I don’t know who they is

People asking for money like I ain’t work for the shit

Then they call a nigga selfish like they work for this shit

That’s why I roll solo, it be yo friends that get ya

Giving niggas the world, they still stop fucking with ya

Back when they get they own, they nowhere in the picture

Turned yo back and braat, them shells gon' hit ya

Its either kill or be killed, mane ain’t nothing new

Its fucked up and true

But this what thugs do

But its what thugs do