Larry June - Thug for It lyrics
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Larry June - Thug for It lyrics]
Sunday, March 31st san Francisco, California
Just had to document that let's go
I'm back, feelin' motivated
(I'm back, feelin' motivated)
Fuck fame, lil' nigga
Let's play a money game (Off top)
Fuck is clout, nigga?
(Fuck is clout, bitch ass nigga?)
These niggas credit card fraud
I'm a hustler, man
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) i believe in miracles
(I believe in miracles, baby)
But, I still grind like Tony Hawk in '98
My money straight
Dedication (Dedication, keep goin', nigga)
Talkin' numbers with the bitch
(yeah) , Mastro's reservation
Add me up, player shit (Player shit, yeah)
Playin' basketball in my building with
Straight techies and shit (Techies and shit)
I like 'em low-key (Low-key)
If I bring you to my crib, baby
Don't be takin' pictures and shit
What's the deal, love? (What's the deal?)
I've been peepin' your Instagram and
Seen that you been yourself, love
You just need a plan, baby (Tap in) , check
I can be your motivation, baby
(Check, quit playin')
They don't make 'em like me no more
I'm real real player with it
Count a hundred thousand
Go and eat with my lady friend
Valet the whip, orange guts
This that custom shit (Off top)
That money just hit a little different
When you thug for it so long (yeah, check)
That money just hit a little different
When you thug for it
I been in this game so long
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, check) so long
(I can shed a tear on this motherfuckin' beat
It's been a long time comin')
I been in this game so long
(Still got a ways to go, shit crazy, though
Check it out, yeah, yeah, uh)
I need this fish tank in my living room vibes
You left me at my lowest, baby
I can't even lie but, it's always love
You went hard for the kid
But whoever would've thought you'd fall
In love with a trick? (Goddamn)
Creating paradise with these flows
Stay on my toes
Goin' hard 'til a nigga get that Rolls
After that I hustle more
They looked down, I got stronger
I'm a motherfuckin' beast
It ain't shit that can hold me
On this road by my lonely
Even family turned on me
Got this blammin' thing on me
So I wish a nigga would
Bounced out lookin' clean
Make sure the 'fit good
With this pineapple smoothie, bitch
You know I taste good
They don't make 'em like me no more
I'm real real player with it
Count a hundred thousand
Go and eat with my lady friend
Valet the whip, orange guts
This that custom shit (Off top)
That money just hit a little different
When you thug for it so long (yeah, check)
That money just hit a little different
When you thug for it
I been in this game so long
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, check) so long
(I can shed a tear on this motherfuckin' beat
It's been a long time comin')
I been in this game so long
(Still got a ways to go, shit crazy, though)