DJ Outta Space, Nephew Texas Boy, Ethan Sacii - Thug City PipeMix lyrics

Thug city, thug city, thug city
Thug city, thug city, thug city
We fuck all these bitches
Bitches kissin' bitches
We stack all these riches
We fuck up the city
Thug city, thug city, thug city
Thug city, thug city, thug city
We fuck all these bitches
Bitches kissin' bitches
We stack all these riches
We fuck up the city

Cup with me, with me, drugs with me
I was sellin' gas when the zip was 4 50
Pinky ring, Balenciaga and them Balmain jeans
Fuck you mean? Bought her double D's
OG Double D, RIP i show 'em Ben Franklin
When they wanna see ID
Park in the VIP, walk in the VIP
Hot 'til I D-IE i bought a
Smokin' raw papers, I don't smoke swisher
Styrofoam cup, it ain't for liquor
El Chapo, junior nigga J
And we don't need a scale
We need a baby bottle

Thug city, thug city, thug city
Thug city, thug city, thug city
We fuck all these bitches
Bitches kissin' bitches
We stack all these riches
We fuck up the city
Thug city, thug city, thug city
Thug city, thug city, thug city
We fuck all these bitches
Bitches kissin' bitches
We stack all these riches
We fuck up the city

I'm throwin' 20, 000 on these bitches
(racks, cash)
Migos and Outta Space welcome to Thug City
Fuck up the check, if you gettin' it (aye)
I stack up the riches and go buy a Bentley
(skurt)
You know I'm the man in the city (yea)
Got bitches on bitches
You know that they kissin'
I'm takin' it back like a beeper (brrt)
I'm walkin' on Louboutin sneakers
(red bottoms)
Beat it up, beat it up, welcome to Thug City
Baby beat it like Tina
I used to trap out the Regal (trap)
He talkin' that shit so we eat him (rah)
Pipe it up, no (nah)
I gave her some money that
Bitch caught a fever (woo)
Kickin' dab like fever (dab)
Do my own stunts, Quavo Knievel (woo)
Bad bitch named Esha
Dead people on dead people
On the floor nigga, bring the sweeper
(money) thug city
When the nigga leave the club gotta
Go and get the Nina

Thug city, thug city, thug city
Thug city, thug city, thug city
We fuck all these bitches
Bitches kissin' bitches
We stack all these riches
We fuck up the city
Thug city, thug city, thug city
Thug city, thug city, thug city
We fuck all these bitches
Bitches kissin' bitches
We stack all these riches
We fuck up the city

I am not a local joker
Poke her, while I'm playin' poker
Baby got that super soaker
Fuck her on the Louie sofa
King of the North, I'ma carry the torch
Been the big dawg since I
Hopped out the Porsche
Been the big dawg know that I'm a savage
Shot out the hoes that I'm fuckin' in Magic
Shot out to hoes, that be shakin' the plastic
I know it's real, I know when it's real
Dab, dab, kill, I still
My nigga, just poured a 4 up
Yeah bitch, you know what

Gucci like my sneakers, 808 my speakers
Still in the trap moving bricks on a beeper
We don't stop for red lights so
I never use a blinker
She just gave me brain so you
Can tell that she's a thinker
Kissin' my tattoos, red tops on my shoes
Diamonds on my neck look like
I'm sailin' on a cruise like a
I been geeked up for four days
I won't cook no dope for you
Unless you buy a fourway

Thug city, thug city, thug city