YG, Lil Mosey, Calboy - Thug Kry lyrics

I been done with love, I'm not hurtin' again
Niggas, those (Those)

Sippin' on that drank daily
I ain't livin' right
I'm out on bail for two cases
Really I'm livin' that life
They tryna connect the dots
But they don't connect like pinstripes
Why you call my phone when
You know it's tap? Nigga, that's a indict
I need a vibe, so we can vibe
Lil' thing that's gon' get me right
She tatted on her face
So you already know that YG type
You can hop in the Maybach
My seats laid back and ride dick all night
I need me a freak I wanna fuck all week
With some pussy that’s wet and tight
I need me a dime who gon' ride to the end
Some money and some time, you and I
We can spend i gotta keep it on me
I'm at war with my friends
Is you down to take it for me
If police get behind this bitch?
Is you down to go to war for me?
Fuck up your life in these streets?
Put it down to the floor for me
Put you in some ice and some mink
You be wantin' more from me
Tryna make me strong when I'm weak
You be wantin' more from me
But I like you more as a friend

I been thinkin' 'bout it over and over again
(Over and over) i been stressin', baby
We was way closer as friends
Think about me comin' home
But this road never end
I think I've been done with love
I'm not hurtin' again
And this is what it sounds
Like when thugs cry, ayy
I just had to break free from my tie, ayy
Told that boy just take
Heat when y'all slide, ayy
I can't let him take me from my guys, ayy

And I think about it over and over again
Momma say, "You should come home
You too close to the edge"
Wanna play 'round with that dough
Put some bones on his head
And a young nigga swing that dope
See the road through the glass
And we came up from that floor
Only more was to get a bag
Wanna play 'round with that 4
Then he know that he dead
Swear to God I miss my bros
Wish they rose from the dead
I done got rich and I know
That these broke niggas mad

I been thinkin' 'bout it over and over again
(Over and over) i been stressin', baby
We was way closer as friends
Think about me comin' home
But this road never end
I think I've been done with love
I'm not hurtin' again
And this is what it sounds
Like when thugs cry, ayy
I just had to break free from my tie, ayy
Told that boy just take
Heat when y'all slide, ayy
I can't let him take me from my guys, ayy

Yeah, lil' bitty bitch and I
Fuck with my chains on (Chains on)
'Member I was buggin', she told me to get on
(Get on, oh)
Ain't see my mama cry in so long (So long)
They keep callin'
So I don't keep my phone on (Ayy)
Designer waist
(Waist) , hop in a whip and I race (Race)
Hope my nigga okay
(Okay) , throw racks up in his face (Racks)
Didn't take long
But I knew that I would be here (I would be)
Cup felt gone, so I felt I need a refill
(I do) if it wasn't for God
Then I swear I wouldn't be here
(Wasn't for God) holdin' on
Swear I know I don't need no pills
(No pills)
If you ain't gon' slide, lil' nigga
Don't even go there (Don't go there)
Flooded my ice 'til the point
I can't even see steel (Flooded my ice)
My bro right next to me (Next to me)
We wipin' these diamonds clean (Clean)
There ain't no finer me
(No) , I moved to a private beach (No)
We hit 'til the bank close
(Bank) , tank flooded where we go (Bank)
So what do we know? (What) Blew up on Vevo

And this is what it sounds
Like when thugs cry, ayy
I just had to break free from my tie, ayy
Told that boy just take
Heat when y'all slide, ayy
I can't let him take me from my guys
(My guys)

Take me high when I got mob ties
Over time I got slides
Block gon' be his camouflage
Can't leave my babies traumatized
Bad apple, I got a bag
Expensive thing, scholar bag
Do his family proud, how to brag
They don't know how to gang