Thug It Out Lyrics

When I was down on my luck

You're the one I put my trust in

But you left me in the dust

Said I always did too much

When you never did enough

Joined up with people that I clown on

All the baddies going south

The girls up north just keep on running they mouth

I crashed your car and I burned your couch

Guess that the both of us gotta thug it out

Yeah, when I'm down on my luck

I be doing too much

You be pouring liquor up

41 Red Solo cups, pitcher full like Seaver

Tall as Hasbulla, teeth built just like a beaver's

Do you have demons

Cause I'm trying to meet them all

I met mine in the dormitory halls

They were standing on business

Because who was I kidding

That shit made me want to end it all

Least five times I could've did it

So stay mad that I didn't

Auggie's here and still alive, yuh

Put that bitch in overdrive, yuh

Looks like a ten but acts more like a five, yuh

Looks like she's nice but she really can't behave, yuh

She got a playlist will all her Taylor faves, yuh

The beats I be cooking, they all homemade

Won't do shit for you if I ain't getting paid, yuh

When I was down on my luck

You're the one I put my trust in

But you left me in the dust

Said I always did too much

When you never did enough

Joined up with people that I clown on

All the baddies going south

The girls up north just keep on running they mouth

I crashed your car and I burned your couch

Guess that the both of us gotta thug it out

Can't be out here making peace

Always involves meeting somebody's needs, yuh

Always involves being somebody's bitch, yuh

Always involves me committing their sins

Why would you expect an apology

When you ain't done shit to deserve one

We playing holdem, better burn one

He best not play with me or he's the foolish son

She's done me dirty, by dissing on my friend

Brought me out retirement to talk my shit again

Is the album coming? They want to know when

It could be now it could be then

Shawty thinks I should move on from the past

But I can credit her for the ego that I've amassed

I wouldn't call it verbal harassment

I would prefer the term "facts"

When I was down on my luck

You're the one I put my trust in

But you left me in the dust

Said I always did too much

When you never did enough

Joined up with people that I clown on

All the baddies going south

The girls up north just keep on running they mouth

I crashed your car and I burned your couch

Gotta thug it out