YG - Thug Kry Lyrics

(Hey-hey)
(I think I been done with love)
(I just think about it over and over)
(Nigga asked, do thugs cry?)

Sippin' on that drink 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
When you call my phone
When you know its tapped, that's an 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 lay back, and ride dick all night
I need me a freak
Who wanna f*ck all week, with some pussy that's wet and tight

I need me a dime who gon' ride 'til 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?
F*ck up your liver, lets drink
Hold it down to floor for me
Put you in some ice and some mink
You be wantin' more from me
Shorty make me strong when I'm weak
You be wantin' more for me
But I like you more as a freak

I just think bout it over and over again
I been stressin' baby, we was way closer as friends
Think about me comin' home, but this road never end
I think I 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 ties, ayy
Told that boy, "Just take heat when y'all slide," ayy
I can't let 'em take me from my guy, ayy
And I think about it over and over again
Mama said you, "You should come home, you too close to the end"
Wanna play 'round with that dough, put some bones on his head
And a young nigga swing that door, see the road through the glass
And we came up from that floor, only mode was to get a bag
Wanna play 'round with that four 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 nigga mad

I just think bout it over and over again
I been stressin' baby, we was way closer as friends
Think about me comin' home, but this road never end
I think I 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 ties, ayy
Told that boy, "Just take heat when y'all slide," ayy
I can't let 'em take me from my guy, ayy

Yeah, lil' bitty bitch and I f*ck wit' my chains on (chains on)
'Member I was broke, and she told me to get on (get on)
Ain't see my mama cry in so long (oh)
They keep callin', so I don't keep my phone on
Designer waist, hop in the whip and I race (skrrt)
Hope my nigga okay (okay), put racks up in his face (racks)
Didn't take long but I knew that I would be here (I be here)
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 even go there)
Flooded my eyes 'til the point I can't even see still
My bro right next to me (next to me)
We wipin' these diamonds clean (wipe)
There ain't no findin' me (no), I moved to a private beach
We hit 'til the bank close (bank)
Transfer baby, with Clicquot
So what do we know?
Blew up on VEVO

And this is what it sounds like when thugs cry, ayy
I just had to break free from my ties, ayy
Told that boy, "Just take heat when y'all slide", ayy
I can't let 'em take me from my guy

Take me high when I got mob ties
Over me they Cha-Cha Slide
Black on me is camouflage
Can't leave my babies traumatized
Bad apple, I got a bag
Spend some M's, got' em back
Did the family proud
Chiroprac' with this bag on 'em