Story Behind The Song

Inspired by the game of music, Thug Thizzle represents the stuggle

Song Description

Inspired by the game of music, Thug Thizzle represents the stuggle

Lyrics

Thug Thizzle

I'm old school like Oshkosh B Gosh my gosh
I pull the glock outta my sock I'm bussin and can't stop

A m-mad ass nigga pass the chrome and clip
point the infrared beam right on ya dick

They call me pimp cuz I'm glad it's night (that's right bitch)
despite all of the bussin and fights push tight whips

Lo Lo on deez puts yo hoe on knees a 6-0 on sprees
make po pole go (freeze)

Pull out the tec step back and let it blow man
got niggas hands in the air and I ain't even flowin

You shady like Blue Blocks I hit em with 2 glocks
it's Kalo given a fuck bout who you shot

I'm everywhere like deriairs you assholes
pass the tec and my night vision specs and pass those

As I blast holes I ain't no rapper turn gangsta
It's Kalo give dap to the gangsta turned rapper (nigga)

Chorus:
It's you ass or the cash
Keep talkin shit think I'm a let that pass

So pass my muthafuckin gloves and mask
And pass my muthafuckin pistol, (And do the damn thugg thizzle)

Chorus repeat

Verse two:

Oh they don't know who they fucking with that fuckin hater
C-4 in the back of yo Navigator for the paper

Does a 2 step pulls out the itchy you feelin me
And fuck who's left now you feel shity like Gigli

Ain't no nigga walkin round talkin bout he got with Lo oh bitch don't get mad
I stick pin needles in you shit bag

So don't mistake a crook for me
the 40 glock was at yo dome when you looked at me

The dramas on I'm pullin chrome if you think of startin static
fuckin with you safer playin Russian Roulette with automatics (nigga)

Bloody gloves hot heat rollin deep
with a dead muthafucka in my passenger seat

Y'all can't fuck with this killer dude
rollin in an H2 jump out and act a muthafuckin fool

Yeah the shits wild while I let my grip pile
Pass me my pistyle Imma do my thugg thizzle

Chrous repeat:

Verse 3

I'm in Wisconsin cuz I'm about my cheese
but I got a following of Deciples Vicelords and even Nazis

Grand dragons like to mock me
imagine white supremacist bumpin this nigga shit (somebody stop me)

Blow away niggas like bud smoke I toat bundles
of A-Rs and muzzles Mack 11's and shovels

You look puzzled yeah I said a shovel
cuz when we buck em we dig em dug em mother made em muthafuck em we buck em
(And reload)

Murder attempts calculated erasen empathy no feelings of sympathy
just debrie from the deceased

Look into my eyes and feel
that life's hard on a nigga when you liven in the Mill.

Make niggas head home when I can see they end like I'm in Deadzone
me step on no vest on no weapon you dead wrong

Independent fuck you where's my money
no funds no tongue fuck you where's money