Thugs Do lyrics

Prod. By Mr. Lee

[Intro]
We're not against rap, we're not against rappers
But we are against those thugs

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
I got money to make, I got hoes to f*ck
I got weed to smoke, I got bottles to bust
Yeah, I know tippa come for us
When you a n*gga that don't give a mothaf*ck
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 b*tches that stay ready to f*ck
Keep new J's on my toes, keep a Rollie that's gold
Keep that Desert E on me just in case a n*gga get bold
State smoking exotic, roll with some n*ggas that's bout it
That'd chop up yo body, if anybody get bodied
Yeah n*gga to try me or I do you myself
pus*y n*ggas like to sueing, call police for help
I get high everyday, I remember it myself
Its f*cked up, its true, but this what thugs do

[Hook x2: Slim Thug]]
But this what thugs do
[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
I got b*tches to break, I got licks to hit
I got outta time connects on bricks and sh*t
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 b*tches 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 sh*t
Then they call a n*gga selfish like they work for this sh*t
That's why I roll solo, it be yo friends that get ya
Giving n*ggas the world, they still stop f*cking 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 f*cked up and true
But this what thugs do

[Hook x2: Slim Thug]
But its what thugs do