You aint my thug, you aint my round, you aint my Blood 
You aint my thug, you aint my round, you aint my Blood 
You aint my thug, you aint my round, you aint my Blood 
You aint my Blood , you aint my Blood 
You aint my round, you aint my thug, you aint my Blood 
You aint my round, you aint my thug, you aint my Blood 
You aint my round, you aint my thug, you aint my Blood 
You aint my thug , you aint my thug 
I know you say you want to be a thug, you aint never been a thug
Say you want to be a Blood, we aint bout to make you Blood
Say you try to be a Crip, they wont make you Cuh
You dont know nobody around here, you finna get bust
One shot, headshot, knock him out his sneakers
Molly got my whole hood up, they geekers
Two-hundred in my cup, got me slick in the Beamer
I dont do no new friends, just sneakers
Fuck your main bitch, aint want her, dont need her
If I aint fucked your bitch, I aint met her, I aint meet her
Two grams in every blunt, Ima need more reefer
Tell the DJ hit it hard, blow the speakers
All my niggas sliming, watch them breeze you
Riding round the city with the AK heater
Drop a nigga, know clean slime bout d-up
Get four mil and put it all in my re-up
Hustle hard, rubberband them hundreds, nigga, g-up
Ten toes down, I never put my feet up
Take my shirt off when Im running through these streets
Lil bitty-ass nigga, Im a motherfucking beast
Ask about me, Im a motherfucking g
I dont know you, nigga, I dont even want to meet
Fuck you, nigga, game over, we eat
Finna cross you out, I dont even want to speak
You aint my thug, you aint my round, you aint my Blood 
You aint my thug, you aint my round, you aint my Blood 
You aint my thug, you aint my round, you aint my Blood 
You aint my Blood , you aint my Blood 
You aint my round, you aint my thug, you aint my Blood 
You aint my round, you aint my thug, you aint my Blood 
You aint my round, you aint my thug, you aint my Blood 
You aint my thug , you aint my thug 
Thugger, shot up, follow, Hummer
Free world, free cut, Bloody, summer
Who that? Be who? G dog
Pop a ball, pop a ball, pop a ball
Bloody, he know he gon pop em all
Bloody gon get em, I tried to tell em Im a felon, I pop all the melons
DK go kill em, and we gon beat em and hide em where people cant smell em
We through here, take all your cookies, go to the block and straight sell em
Now I done ran up the profit, Im bout to go drop it on bezels
The chopper here, Thugger back right down and step em
He scared to draw blood, so you know that I level
It comes to that bleeding, young Thugger professional
STD, I run my warrant, AKA avenue
You aint my thug, you aint my round, you aint my Blood 
You aint my thug, you aint my round, you aint my Blood 
You aint my thug, you aint my round, you aint my Blood 
You aint my Blood , you aint my Blood 
You aint my round, you aint my thug, you aint my Blood 
You aint my round, you aint my thug, you aint my Blood 
You aint my round, you aint my thug, you aint my Blood 
You aint my thug , you aint my thug 
Be my round, you aint no gangster, you aint no thug
Nigga, you a five-fifty, your ass aint no Blood
You dont get no love, you get more slugs
We gon sock it to a nigga, watch him get plugged
What it is, lil slug?
And free Maybach
I remember way back, they got in for a free Maybach
Thats like three-hundred racks
Whenever I bring the Bloods out, thats like three-hundred blats
Or three-hundred flags
You would you was watching Olympic trials
How them other niggas running?
But we aint shooting in no air, we aint trying to start no niggas up running
You aint my thug, you aint my round, you aint my Blood 
You aint my thug, you aint my round, you aint my Blood 
You aint my thug, you aint my round, you aint my Blood 
You aint my Blood , you aint my Blood 
You aint my round, you aint my thug, you aint my Blood 
You aint my round, you aint my thug, you aint my Blood 
You aint my round, you aint my thug, you aint my Blood 
You aint my thug , you aint my thug