Youngboy Never Broke Again - Thug Nigga Story Lyrics

Thug Nigga Story Song Lyrics
Thug Nigga Story by YoungBoy Never Broke Again [YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
Who made this sh*t?
TayTay made the beat
That double cup poured up, you hear me?

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, oh
Double cup I filled with mud, you know I'm poured up, yeah, yeah
Sippin' deuce, it's for my thugs, it's ugly, no one I can trust
It's deadly, touch me, bust it, straight to heaven
Why I send that pussy boy
Oh, you ain't make it in, well, f**k your friend, it's up to you and God
In that car with' stolen rods, do a drill while on the bar
Wet the block that MAC-10, had 33 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
Bae, 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 fitted
For any nigga that wanna stretch me
Man it ain't safe, this sh*t 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 b**ch

[E-40:]
I ain't about to mislead you, 'cause I'ma game you up and I'ma teach you
I just got a fresh bottle of blessing oil from my preacher
Born and raised in the soil, drank and drank and smokin' reefer
Where the zombies shoot the niggas between they toes or between they fingers
I come from a broken home, about to throw me a bone
I gave me a loan, they raw
I flourished on niggas and got to the riches
Now look at me, Pop, now I'm on
I'm givin' my God all the praisin' to glory
My part of the thug nigga story
My uncle St. Charles taught me the game, he was my Beary Gordie
Try to keep my head above choppy waters, my frame of mind is unbothered
The life that I live is mannish, a lot of rappers are fathers
They call me E-40, the creator of Mango Scottle
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 pills, you makin' your rounds?
You checkin' your traps, you p**s in your pants?
Your stackin' your racks, you holdin' it down?
You livin' your raps you known in your town?
Double-fistin' a double cup, in the mud
A lot of my peoples is on white people drugs
I hear in the octagon in a smudge
When the cherry say "Hands up", don't budge (Police)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
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
Bae, call my phone
I know you up in Salt Lake City, it won't be long until I kill you
Alright, my boy