Lyrics SOB x RBE – My Thugs
Text:
And I’m off this Henny, I’m off Patron
Free all of my thugs, hope they make it home
Free all of my thugs, hope they make it home
I remember I was broke, now my paper long
Gotta keep that fire, you know I will
And when I die, lil’ baby, she in my will
And I ain’t never left, I’m in the field
Need someone to treat you right, girl, you know I could
Try to snatch my chain, I wish a nigga would
I remember sipping Henny, smoking ‘Woods
And them niggas ain’t gon’ try me ’cause they know I’m Suge
Give a fuck who you is, nigga it ain’t good
I ain’t never left, bitch, I’m in the hood
I ain’t never did you wrong and I never would
I could get them niggas gone, yeah you know I could
Nigga, you could ask around, I ain’t never lied
I remember posted on that S, getting hella high
Now I got a crib in LA catching hella vibes
Couldn’t wait ’til niggas knew my name and it was televised
Aww SOB, RBE that’s the gang, bitch
I been cruising through the V on that same shit
Don’t know who I’m ‘posed to be when that pain hit
‘Cause I was still in them streets when that fame hit
Missing all my niggas, they done gone, yeah
Lord, I just hope I make it home, yeah
‘Member we was kids? Now we grown, yeah
From the V, I had to get it on my own, yeah
And I’m off this Henny, I’m off Patron
Free all of my thugs, hope they make it home
I remember I was broke, now my paper long
If you want me to slide, you know I will
Gotta keep that fire, you know I will
And when I die, lil’ baby, she in my will
And I ain’t never left, I’m in the field
Free my thug, thug, thug, thugs
I miss my thug, thug, thug, thugs
Free my thug, thug, thugs
I miss my thug, thug, thugs
Free my thug, thug, thug, thugs
I miss my thug, thug, thug, thugs
R.I.P. my thug, thug, thugs
I miss my thug, thug, thugs
Nigga, everywhere I go I keep my fire on me
Nigga, I was underage when I was riding forty
And, bitch, fuck your nigga ’cause we sliding on him
I came in this world alone, I guess I’m dying lonely
Feed a nigga to the snakes and watch him die slowly
I think she blowing up my line because she tryna blow me
I keep a chopper with a scope ’cause they tryna score me
And I treat niggas like they bitches just for tryna ho me
And I miss all my thugs, wish I could bring ’em back
Them crackers almost pulled that trigger just for being black
And just to make it out this life, bro, you gon’ need a strap
When I catch niggas it ain’t all good it ain’t no season pass, bitch
And I’m off this Henny, I’m off Patron
Free all of my thugs, hope they make it home
Free all of my thugs, hope they make it home
I remember I was broke, now my paper long
If you want me to slide, you know I will
Gotta keep that fire, you know I will
And when I die, lil’ baby, she in my will
And I ain’t never left, I’m in the field
Free my thug, thug, thug, thugs
I miss my thug, thug, thug, thugs
Free my thug, thug, thugs
I miss my thug, thug, thugs
Free my thug, thug, thug, thugs
I miss my thug, thug, thug, thugs
R.I.P. my thug, thug, thugs
I miss my thug, thug, thugs
