Chief Wuk - Thug Life (feat. Doodie Lo, Icewear Vezzo) lyrics
Doodie Lo [David Saulsberry] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
Icewear Vezzo [Chivez Smith] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Wuk - Thug Life feat. Doodie Lo, Icewear Vezzo lyrics]
Phew, phew (Damn, MAX, this one's too hard)
So what we on?
Phew (Big Ice), fuck, I'm ready to go (Phew)
Uh, why the fuck? (Forever, nigga) hmm, ooh
Yeah, why the fuck you flashin'
That lil' pole and ain't gon' use it?
(Use it)
Took two thousand oranges on the road
Look like I'm hoopin'
(Look like I'm hoopin')
Pull up with that bitch and phew, phew, phew
AR with coolant
Yeah, chain freezy, I fuck on best friends
Her whole gang easy (Her whole gang easy)
Niggas hoes, we take rappers jewelry
Get your plate eatеn (Ha)
Pour that Wocky up, then pop a Tesla
Look like I ain't lеanin' (Woo)
Drop they homie, up that bitch again
This shit just ain't easy
(This shit just ain't easy)
Walk around this bitch 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 in 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
"Fuck 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 bitch ass
Go nail your baby mama
I been gettin' money state to state
Since I was a lil' nigga
Seventeen, fuckin' with that dawg
I put up six figures (Roof)
Rich nigga, my dick got standards
I fuck on rich bitches (Bitch)
In the trenches
All this ice on to patch a bitch nigga
(Bitch, 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 (Bitch)
They diss me on the 'net
But in public, shit, 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 shit, 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 fuckin' with us, man
Know how we comin', like
First forty-eight, bitch, ha let's get it
So what we on?
Phew (Big Ice), fuck, I'm ready to go (Phew)
Uh, why the fuck? (Forever, nigga) hmm, ooh
Yeah, why the fuck you flashin'
That lil' pole and ain't gon' use it?
(Use it)
Took two thousand oranges on the road
Look like I'm hoopin'
(Look like I'm hoopin')
Pull up with that bitch and phew, phew, phew
AR with coolant
Yeah, chain freezy, I fuck on best friends
Her whole gang easy (Her whole gang easy)
Niggas hoes, we take rappers jewelry
Get your plate eatеn (Ha)
Pour that Wocky up, then pop a Tesla
Look like I ain't lеanin' (Woo)
Drop they homie, up that bitch again
This shit just ain't easy
(This shit just ain't easy)
Walk around this bitch 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 in 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
"Fuck 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 bitch ass
Go nail your baby mama
I been gettin' money state to state
Since I was a lil' nigga
Seventeen, fuckin' with that dawg
I put up six figures (Roof)
Rich nigga, my dick got standards
I fuck on rich bitches (Bitch)
In the trenches
All this ice on to patch a bitch nigga
(Bitch, 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 (Bitch)
They diss me on the 'net
But in public, shit, 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 shit, 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 fuckin' with us, man
Know how we comin', like
First forty-eight, bitch, ha let's get it