Thug Tears lyrics

[Intro]
You're freaking
You're a flipper
Yeah
(Whoa), all kinds of sh*t
(You think you know me)
Weed, crack, and dope (Haha)
Da-damn, Peggy!
(I feel f*cking terrible, um)
Ayy!

[Chorus]
All I need is rest (Throw up)
I am uncontested (Nah, don't), how can I confess this?
Watch how I finesse ('Bout a hundred bands)
How you so invested? This can't be your best
'Cause, I am not impressed
(Baby, I must have f*ckin' stanned)
Bullets through my body, I'm a different shawty
You my favorite mess
(Every time I come around, it's like you dump the bands)
b*tch, I'm never pressed, ohh
(I can't believe anything...)

[Verse 1]
Keep a fresh Bic (Eee), ride down 86 (Eee), hit!
Roll deep like the ket
b*tch, I'm (Smoke)
Too fly in the whip, hit!
Fake news, we ain't pressed
Is it safe now? Got my trey pound
'Case a b*tch wanna test, yeet!
(Okay team, follow my command)
Yeet! Work hard
(I'm 'bout to yeet on these n*ggas!)
Work, work (I feel like I'm about to throw up)
Yeet, yeet
Work hard, twerk hard
26, no kids, yeah (Tears!)
Talk sh*t, back it up
No fades, throw shade, whole game a damn mess (Yeet)
Ayy, f*ck the cappin'
Look, no stress, I'm vexed
What the f*ck is my appearance? (What's he sayin'?)
I keep a ratchet (I keep a ratchet)
I like 'em YesJulz moanin' like a actress (Damn, that's a–, actress)
Ain't got no standards (Nah), I'm kinda passive (Right, young)
Rich Swann, we gon' cash in (We gon' cash in)
Dust off the ratchets (Ratchet, ratchet)
We got some action (They got some ratch)
I'm on the main line (Oh!), I'm tryna catch 'em (Okay!)
[Break]
Look, I wish, I wish a n*gga would, man
Look, I wish a n*gga would try to test me
I wish a n*gga would go against me
I'm a thug, I don't play with no rap beef
f*ck around, end up on a backstreet
And I done cried so many times
Look, man
I wish, whoosh, whoosh

[Verse 2]
I wish a n*gga would try to test me
I wish a n*gga would go get me
I'm a thug, I don't play with no rap beef
f*ck around, end up on the backstreet
And I done cried so many times
I done did so many crimes (Don't kill me)
No time, y'all gassed up for the new line, uh
I'll make a n*gga cry at his own pad
I'll make a n*gga cry for his dead dad
I'll make a n*gga cry for his fat wife
I'll make a n*gga cry for-
I'll make a n*gga cry for help
I'll make a n*gga cry for himself (Thug tears!)
(Tears)