Thug Story - GHT NoCap

(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 asleep, 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 your 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 MAC-10, had 3Three go rock the car Ah, 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 see 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) Ah, 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

(Al Geno on the track) Rap game fake as hell, it's time for me to start investin' Shawty say she love me, she ain't heard from me since then They got get that type of paper to live every day like weekend The DA ain't got no evidence, we beat it at the prelim' I ain't tryna fuck, I'm just tryna get my dick sucked When I'm outta town, we turn 'B&Bs to strip clubs If I can't bring my pistol, then the promoter better not book me Put a switch up on the Glock, they think I gave my gun a whoopin' We'll pull up in somethin' fast, looking like I'm Batman, nigga Got canary yellow diamonds like I'm Pac-Man, nigga They gon' smoke on who? Can somebody tell 'em it ain't safe I'm rich, can't hide this s-, accidentally put it in they face I want it, I buy the bitch, she say if you broke, you gotta wait I can't get no higher than this, I been on the moon all day I put red on the bottom of my shoes Adderalls got me on the roof I was countin' 'fore I learned how to read I'm a god, so I got her on her knees I'm a outside nigga, need a outside bitch I got all the techniques to show you how to get rich I forever get this money, I don't care how hard it get And I ain't never goin' broke, a nigga way too lit

CashMoneyAP Coming from the next lane More drink, new chain, new pain, new fame The hate been shinin' way more, it's all visage The hate been shinin' way brighter than the stars Yeah, outer space envy Is there any more love left in your system? Is there any more drugs left in your system? If I had a son, there still'd be more rain Toothpaste on the stick, got more aim Gold on my neck, no trick name Gold on my neck, Trinidad James Caught paints every time that the narcs came I'm with Atlantic but them sticks got Interscopes I still smell money even though my nose was broke Tote drakes like OVO Got an Illinois like I'm Durkio To the streets, we still signed Two bitches, same time Shot the face of the Rolex, yeah I'm tryna kill time We jump on the plane and be right back tomorrow San Diego plug, I love what he charging Since I got rich, she been sayin' that she sorry She won't let me go, I been thinking 'bout Cardi Money grow on trees, yeah, I have me a garden Rollie got pointers, no matter who guarding Shots for the opps and we hit our target Traphouse jumping like it's a party Traphouse jumping like it was Jordan Painting her face, bitch, I'm an artist Houston lean, I'm feeling like Marcus Five hundred dollars on a T-shirt Cali got R's, that mean Zilla got AR's He gon' flush you like a toilet every time he get pissed off Buy you real diamonds, you ain't gotta eat at Krystals Cut soap bricks, now he locked behind the brick wall Baby drake could've dropped, the way it's been getting off Stepping on they neck, the plane broke, I can't lift off Shit was hard then like Chris Paul It ran deep, we ain't get a lot for Christmas I ride with a nine in Tennessee Want a verse, NBA, gotta charge him a fee More drink, new chain, new pain, new fame The hate been shinin' way more, it's all visage The hate been shinin' way brighter than the stars Yeah, outer space envy Is there any more love left in your system? Is there any more drugs left in your system? More drink, new chain, new pain, new fame The hate been shinin' way more, it's all visage The hate been shinin' way brighter than the stars Yeah, outer space envy