[Intro: Slim Thug]

Though-though-though-though-though-though

Though we gotta say goodbye (This is bye-bye, bitches)

For the summer (Thugger)

Baby, I promise you this (I mean, you know what I'm sayin'? It's been fun, man, you know?)

I'll send you all my love

Every day in a letter (I got a lotta uh-memories in the game)

A lotta beautiful memories

Hoes keep callin', I ain't pickin' up

Hoes keep callin', I ain't pickin' up

Thugger

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]

Hoes keep callin', I ain't pickin' up

Treat 'em like they treat us, bitch, you broke as fuck

I ain't tryna pay your bills, stop beggin'

I don't care how fat that ass look in leggin's

I know you're here to fool, but baby, I'm cool

She got more miles than my old school

I'm too old to be dealin' with these hoes

That ain't got no goals, just tryna get choose

Make a thot hop out my Rolls

She standin' in the back, these suicide doors

Boys be talkin' down, said I ain't shit

Hoppin' out of your Camry made in '06

Before you be a hater, bitch, get rich

Can't tell me how to get paid if you ain't got shit

But you right, I'm not shit

But I'm the shit compared to you so stay off my dick

Thugger

[Interlude: GT Garza]

Yeah, you know

2K14, Bo Life

Man, fuck these hoes

We don't fuck around, we fuck up and die

Look

[Verse 2: GT Garza]

Now who that, who are you? Bitch, who the fuck you think?

It's Garz', Mr. Barz, smoother than a mink

I can see you standin' in the club waitin' on a drink

Bitch, I wouldn't pitch you water comin' out the sink

Go somewhere and put your face on in the bathroom

You an embarrassment to the classroom

Swear you want steak, but you really on canned food

How you a bad bitch when you been ran through?

I keep a new bitch 'round 5'4"

And a couple goons with a slide-door

Married to the game, shit, what I need a bride for?

My watch froze, shit, what I got time for?

Labels hit me up, what you gonna sign for?

Shit, I'm like, "What I need to lie for?"

Hit Slim up, I'm like, "What you think, G?"

He like, "Charge they ass up like I woulda done in 9-4"

Now my money stretch like the long jump

And my side bitches leave when the sun up

Elevator to the top, now I gun up

So tell 'em where I'm at when they see the song up