Thug Nigga Story Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy & E-40

[Intro: NBA YoungBoy]
Who made this shit?
TayTay made the beat
That double cup poured up, you hear me?

[Verse 1: NBA YoungBoy]
Lean, lean, lean, I drink pure codeine
Don't care what you think, I can't quit my lean
And if you do leave
I'ma drink 'til I'm sleep, yeah, oh, oh
Double cup I filled with mud
You know I'm poured up, yeah, yeah
Sipping deuce, it's for my thugs
It's ugly, no one I can trust
It's deadly, touch me, bust it, straight to heaven
Why I send that pussy boy
Oh, you ain't make it in, well, fuck your friend
It's up to you and God
In that car with stolen rods
Do a drill while on the bar
Wet the block that MAC-10, had 33 go rock the car
[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
Oh, glory, glory
And this is my thug nigga story
Oh, sniff dope, oh God, my soul
I need you now, I'm on my own
Bae, call my phone
I know you up in Salt Lake City
It won't be long until I kill you
Alright, my boy

[Bridge: NBA YoungBoy]
Alright, I'm ready for any nigga that want my fitted
For any nigga that wanna stretch me
Man it ain't safe, this shit get deadly
Wanna kill me, these niggas can't see me
They never gone get me, they never gone feel me
I'ma shoot it whenever I see you
Until I steal you, now that's real bitch

[Verse 2: E-40]
I ain't about to mislead you
'cause I'ma game you up and I'ma teach you
I just got a fresh bottle of blessing oil from my preacher
Born and raised in the soil
Drank and drank and smoking reefer
Where the zombies shoot the niggas between they toes
Or between they fingers
I come from a broken home, about to throw me a bone
I gave me a loan, they raw
I flourished on niggas and got to the riches
Now look at me, Pop, now I'm on
I'm giving my God all the praising to glory
My part of the thug nigga story
My uncle St. Charles taught me the game
He was my Beary Gordie
Try to keep my head above choppy waters
My frame of mind is unbothered
The life that I live is mannish
A lot of rappers are fathers
They call me E-40, the creator of Mango Scottle
Earl Stevens, you can read my name on the bottle
You sipping your potion? I'm sipping my potion
You having your motion? I'm having my motion
Your foot on the gas? My foot on the gas
You smashing and yolking? I'm smashing and yolking
You popping your pills, you making your rounds?
You checking your traps, you piss in your pants?
Your stacking your racks, you holding it down?
You living your raps you known in your town?
Double-fisting a double cup, in the mud
A lot of my peoples is on white people drugs
I hear in the octagon in a smudge
When the cherry say "Hands up", don't budge (Police)

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
Oh, glory, glory
And this is my thug nigga story
Oh, sniff dope, oh God, my soul
I need you now, I'm on my own
Bae, call my phone
I know you up in Salt Lake City
It won't be long until I kill you
Alright, my boy