Lil Durk - Thug Life Lyrics

Thug Life Song Lyrics
Thug Life by Lil Durk Phew, phew
(Damn, Max, this one's too hard)
So what we on?
Phew (Big Ice)
Phew
Why the f**k? (Forever, nigga)
Hmm, ooh

Yeah, why the f**k you flashin' that lil' pole and ain't gon' use it? (Use it)
Bust my Rollie down, [?] this b**ch look stupid (Ooh)
Huh, took two thousand oranges on the road, look like I'm hoopin' (Look like I'm hoopin')
Pull up with that b**ch and- phew, phew, phew, AR with coolant
Yeah, chain freezy, I f**k on best friends, her whole gang easy (Her whole gang easy)
Niggas hoes, we take rappers jewelry, get your plate eaten (Ha)
Pour that Wocky up, then pop a Tesla, look like I ain't leanin' (Woo)
Drop they homie, up that b**ch again, this sh*t just ain't easy (This sh*t just ain't easy)
Walk around this b**ch with like two hundred, I got a check now (Two hundred)
He was braggin' 'bout how he killed- look at where he at now (Look at where he at now)
Huh, I kept runnin' out of Actavis, I'm pourin' Tech, huh (Pourin')
We got hundred shooters, hundred choppers when we step out (Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)
Pull up the 'Raq, I'm in 'Rari or the 'Vette ('Rari or the 'Vette)
I'm with brodie flippin' packs, spent ten thousand up in Saks (Ten thousand up in Saks)
I got steppers on steppers, thirty rounds sittin' in the MAC
Out of town, run up a check, hundred pounds sit on the jet, nigga (Hundred pounds sit on the jet)

Thug life, middle fingers up, screamin, "f**k the opp"
Dump the Drac', left off one of the fifties, spin another block
Your cousin with you claimin' he innocent, he still gettin' shot
The type of nigga smoke your b**ch ass, go nail your baby mama
I been gettin' money state to state since I was a lil' nigga
Seventeen, f**kin' with that dog, I put up six figures
Rich nigga, my dick got standards, I f**k on rich b**ches (b**ch)
In the trenches, all this ice on to patch a b**ch nigga (b**ch, big Doodie Lo)

Big Doodie Lo, I got a roll on me, I keep a big Glock (Glah)
I really be thuggin', lil' nigga, this ain't no TikTok (b**ch)
They diss me on the 'net, but in public, sh*t, I don't see them (I don't see them)
They way we give them niggas hell, I wouldn't wanna be 'em (I wouldn't wanna be them)
On some evil sh*t, my eyes red (Red), kill all my opps dead (Get 'em)
Slide 'til they all dead, hundred dollar bald head (Hundred dollar bald head)
We don't do no pillow talk, take a plug, peel 'em off (Give me that)
Still catch me in the trap, I'm still tryna get it off (Gang)

Right, niggas ain't f**kin' with us, man
Know how we comin', like
First forty-eight, b**ch, ha
Let's get it