THUG 2 Lyrics

Yeah, ha

Yeah, yeah

Oh he still? (uh, haha) Okay

Oh he still wanna be thug? (uh, hold on)

Yeah

Here we go

Fake niggas

Stay up out the way because I hate niggas

Pull up wipe his nose and cut his neck, no time to save niggas

Two cars and they four doors that mean it's eight niggas

Work too hard to put food on my plate so I ain't playing with it

Type of nigga kill you take your Glock and hit your mans with it

Run off with his phone and call his plug and take his grams with it

Rob him for his chain and then I go back to The Land with it

He a dead nigga, go and fuck his bitch then let my mans hit it

I smoke weed before the game, I'm balling hard just like I'm J.R. Smith

Aiming for your brain, you better duck, this AR never miss

Talking out your neck but you ain't bring your ass to 146

Niggas lame as fuck, y'all the type to sit here and argue about a bitch

Oh he still want to be a thug? (uh, hold on)

Boy shut the fuck up before we come hawk you down

He think his ass safe, till I pay his gang to go and walk him down

Oh you think you balling, I send some shots if you step out of bounds

Put a red dot up to that nigga nose, now he look like a clown

Oh he still want to be a thug? (uh, hold on) With your lil sorry ass

Come down to the hood and hit your shorty and ask her where he at

Better check your bitch, cause she the one that let us in the stash (hold on)

Smooth ass nigga just hit a robbery and I ain't need a mask

Heard he made a diss, but I ain't listen cause his shit be ass

We ain't playing around here, you gone die with your lil scary ass

They call me Four but bitch I'm number one, I'm never coming last

Like shit there go to opps, we grab that bitch and let that chopper blast

Oh he still want to be a thug? (uh, hold on)

Like man for what nigga?

Y'all tell the police everything y'all did, we keep it shut nigga

And my demon got my back, he shoot up out the cut with it

You niggas talk a lot but won't do shit, fuck niggas

Fake niggas

Stay up out the way because I hate niggas

Pull up wipe his nose and cut his neck, no time to save niggas

Two cars and they four doors that mean it's eight niggas

Work too hard to put food on my plate so I ain't playing with it

Type of nigga kill you take your Glock and hit your mans with it

Run off with his phone and call his plug and take his grams with it

Rob him for his chain and then I go back to the land with it

He a dead nigga, go and fuck his bitch then let my mans hit it