Thug Nigga Story Lyrics

Thug Nigga Story Lyrics

(Who made this shit?)

(TayTay made the beat)

Double cup poured up, mud

Lean, lean, lean, I drink pure codeine

Don't care what you think, I can't quit my lean

And if you do leave, I'ma drink 'til I'm sleep, yeah, oh

Double cup I filled with mud, you know I'm poured up, yeah, yeah

Sippin' deuces for my thugs, it's ugly, no one I can trust, it's deadly

Touch me, bust it, straight to Heaven where I send that pussy boy

Oh, you ain't make it in? Well, fuck you, friend, it's up to you and God

In that car with stolen rods, do a drill while on a bar

Wet the block, that's me and 10, had 3Three go rock the car

Oh, glory, glory

And this is my thug nigga story

Oh, sniff dope, oh God, my soul

I need you now, I'm on my own

They call my phone

"I know you up in Salt Lake City, it won't be long until I kill you"

Alright, my boy

Alright, I'm ready for any nigga that want my fetti

For any nigga that wanna stretch me, man, it ain't safe, this shit get deadly

Wanna kill me, these niggas can't zip me, they never gon' get me, they never gon' feel me

I'ma shoot it whenever I see you until I steal you, now that's real beef

I ain't about to mislead you 'cause I'ma game you up and I'ma teach ya

I just got a fresh bottle of blessing oil from my preacher

Born and raised in the soil, drankin' drank and smokin' reefer

Where the zombies shoot the needles between they toes, in between they fingers

I come from a broken home, nobody threw me a bone or gave me a loan, they wrong

I flourished on niggas and got to them riches, now look at me, partner, I'm on

I'm givin' my God all the praise and the glory

My part of the thug nigga story

My uncle Saint Charles taught me the game, he was my Berry Gordy

Tryna keep my head above choppy waters, my frame of mind is unbothered

The life that I live is lavish, a lot of rappers I've fathered

They call me E-40, the creator of Mangoscato

Earl Stevens, you can read my name on the bottle

You sippin' your potion? I'm sippin' my potion

You havin' your motion? I'm havin' my motion

Your foot on the gas? My foot on the gas

You smashin' and yolkin'? I'm smashin' and yolkin'

You poppin' your Ps? You makin' your rounds?

You checkin' your traps? You pushin' your pounds?

Your stackin' your racks? You holdin' it down?

You livin' your raps? You known in your town?

Double-fistin' and double-cuppin' the mud (In the mud)

A lot of my weeples is on white people drugs

Out here in the octagon, in the smudge (Streets)

Where the cherries say, "Hands up, don't budge" (Police)

Oh, glory, glory

And this is my thug nigga story

Oh, sniff dope, oh God, my soul

I need you now, I'm on my own

They call my phone

"I know you up in Salt Lake City, it won't be long until I kill you"

Alright, my boy