Young Thug - Barter 6 Album Lyrics

Baby you know that I might be the realest little nigga you ever gone see
Baby you know that I might be trillest little nigga that you wanna be
Baby you know that I might be the richest little nigga you ever could treat
And you know that I might just scoop that little bitch up off of her feet
All of these niggas they know that they fallin' and everyone wanna be me
All of these bitches don't wanna be cheated on but all these bitches wan' cheat
All of these bitches wanna be the new wifey but all of these bitches be cheatin'
All of these rappers I swear they watering down, on the chlorine

Feed me, feed me
These pussy niggas tighter than a wedgie, weegee
I live life like a sniper, they can't see me, see me
Her heart like an old diaper, I can't leave it, leave it
I'm drinkin' on this motherf*ckin' mud
Okay my f*ckin' back pocket is fat like a butt
I swear I'mma blood, I can never be your cuz
You can roger that like my motherf*ckin' buzz (Losie!)
I'll bippoty-bop, then stick it and fade
I keep some coke and the rocks on me everyday
I got a bitch with a yacht missin' in the bay
Come here choke me if you wan' go on a date
I'll make bail within' the first 48
I'll give her the stick
She gone get a clip, bigger than a porn star dick
And I need new casting, for a porn star clip

Baby you know that I might be the realest little nigga you ever gone see
Baby you know that I might be trillest little nigga that you wanna be
Baby you know that I might be the richest little nigga you ever could treat
And you know that I might just scoop that little bitch up off of her feet
All of these niggas they know that they fallin' and everyone wanna be me
All of these bitches don't wanna be cheated on but all these bitches wan' cheat
All of these bitches wanna be the new wifey but all of these bitches be cheatin'
All of these rappers I swear they watering down, on the chlorine

That's called breathin', that's how you let that bitch breathe fool

Okay you know all my diamonds got no flaws
Momma move to 85 north, not 85 south
I think these hoes piranhas, excluding my baby momma
I take care my daddy momma by pullin' up with them bundles
If I ain't treat you good little baby just know it's karma
You did my nigga wrong, I know it, it was last summer
Lyin' to me, tellin' me I'm the bomb like Osama
I wish I could spend 50 bands on tour for grandmama
I'd crack that nigga head with a bottle
I could never call, not a fed, not a cop
Niggas sit on the bench and I said do ya'll
YSL scream, for the red crew, we got it right now
Niggas had me on my syrup in this Bentley, see ya'll
That little bitch just want birds and you know I said ya
She gone act just like a clitoris with them feds and act dumb
She might act like she know Bird when them players in there

Baby you know that I might be the realest little nigga you ever gone see
Baby you know that I might be trillest little nigga that you wanna be
Baby you know that I might be the richest little nigga you ever could treat
And you know that I might just scoop that little bitch up off of her feet
All of these niggas they know that they fallin' and everyone wanna be me
All of these bitches don't wanna be cheated on but all these bitches wan' cheat
All of these bitches wanna be the new wifey but all of these bitches be cheatin'
All of these rappers I swear they watering down, on the chlorine

Hopped out my mothaf*ckin' bed
Hopped in the mothaf*ckin' coupe (SKRRRRR)
Pulled up on the Birdman
I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a mobster
You got 50 whole bands, you'll be my sponsor (Just for the night)
Them snakes on the plane, me and Cognac-conda (Condas)
I might piece him up and let my partner smoke him
Chuck E Cheese, I'm about pizza and my Rol' on
I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I poke
Right now I'm surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia
I heard I put it in the spot, yessir she told me
My niggas muggin', these niggas YSL only
I heard my Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way
But we not friendly either, you know it
Yeah thumbs up
I've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course
My bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco
And if you catch us down, bet you're not gon' trunk us
You got a body, lil nigga, we got a ton of 'em
You got some Robin's, lil nigga, we got some Balmains
I let that choppa go "blocka, blocka," get back, son
You got them MJs, nigga, I got them Jacksons (Racks)

But really what is it to do
When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?
Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you
Meanwhile the f*ckin' federal baitin' on you
Nigga tell me what you do
Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?
I got a hundred things to do
And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' f*ckin' figures

Yeah, I'm from that mothaf*ckin' 'Nolia, nigga
Birdman'll break a nigga nose, lil' nigga
You need to slow your f*ckin' roll, lil' nigga
We created Ks on shoulders, nigga
I'm a scary f*ckin' sight, lil' nigga
We won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' nigga
A hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' nigga
I keep some AKs on my flights, lil' nigga
Birdman Willie B
Smoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese
Hundred K on private flights overseas
Choppas City nigga, free BG
Bentley with the doors all 'round, not a Jeep
Rich nigga shit, smoke two pounds in a week
Can't find a bitch that don't know we them streets
Bitches know that I am Birdman, that's OG

But really what is it to do
When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?
Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you
Meanwhile the f*ckin' federal baitin' on you
Nigga tell me what you do
Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?
I got a hundred things to do
And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' f*ckin' figures

Nigga I'm a crack addict
Thought about lettin' them get a cut, then I went and snagged at it
The new Boosie Badazz said it
I'ma drop a nigga like, just like a bad habit
I stick to the ground like a mothaf*ckin' rug
I'm a big dog, lil' f*ck nigga you a pup
Lil' bitch clean your drawers before you think you're a thug
Before I be in front your shows, just like your pub
I ain't even lyin', baby
I swear to God I ain't lyin', baby (No)
First I'll screw you without these pliers, baby
I might dap you like, "good try," baby
Big B livin', baby
Them boys on my left throwin' up Cs
I promise their mama see them this week
And I don't break promises with my Ds (Them my dogs)
I want Ms and cheese, mister Mickey Ds
She know I am a beast, I so am obese
In Miami I swear they don't got good weed
Wiz Khalifa can you send some weed please?

[Hook - Young Thug:]
Hunnid' bands, hunnid' bands
Dropped on the head of any nigga that want it man
Pop me a xannie I'm fast, I'm so fast, I'm so faster than Sonic man
Tru the man, Tru the man, Tru to my nigga, Tru religion, Buddha man
My money stand tall like Ludacris afro and I swear I'm a shoot with that
I just hit for 9 birds, what I'm a do with that?
Pull up on the curb, then you hop out and be through with that
I'm so fresh like dish detergent, if you not fresh she so through with that
If you are a nerd, everything here you not cool with that

[Verse 1 - Young Thug:]
Yes you not cool, no you not bool
I don't give no damn I'm not calling you boo
My bitch she a jewel
You can't prove a point, boy you know you so doomed
You know you so doomed
I swear I'm so lost with no clue
Don't know what to do
Over load, over load I over load on these niggas
Ain't know how to milk these cows
She made that dick rose now it be like a tower
Yaow, front pockets filled up with bands, no bowel

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - MPA Duke:]
Pull up, hop out on the block, they tuck
And they tell I go "Who the clan?"
Dressed in all black
I'm always on the road, just like a uber man
We wrappin' and sendin' them packs
Soon as they land we movin' em
Blame it on the OG's, they influenced me on everything
Count money nigga, I ain't just made money, nigga
I put lipstick on the rari, she say that's delicious
Who that is in that Crown Vic, he look suspicious (Shhh)
I just jugged 100 pounds, I made a

[Hook - Young Thug]

[Hook - Young Thug:]
Niggas say they f*ck with you, I can't tell
500, 000 dollar Chevelle
I got bricks and birds for retail
I got 100, 000 worth of belts
These bitches and these niggas know that they can't play around here
I call the spot elementary cause I keep a K around here
All my Hatians if you play they make you grady baby
I might shoot you in your head and that is no more thinking
Pussy boy I'll leave you dead and call it dead-ication
I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication

[Verse 1 - T.I.:]
Hold up, pull up, roll up, pour up
Ounces in a soda
Push up on your bitch and shawty I didn't even know her
See this hood I throw up, realest one I ever seen
ATL, call it XXL, cause we stay spittin' shells outta long magazine
Real nigga got a crown, better own that thing
If the game got a throne, bet I'm on that thing
Beloved dope dealer and a well known King
And a killer 'pending on how you put your spin on things
You know how many suckers get ahead I've seen?
Bout the same amount of pussy niggas dead I've seen
You know how many bitches in the bed I've seen?
They like asking me how much bread I've seen
More than enough, in God we trust
You love a real niggas then f*ck with us
But if you got a problem with it then f*ck, what up
It be ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Got your bitch riding everything but the bus
She let me put it everywhere but the butt
I always tell the bitch don't talk so much
She said "Who I'm hidin' from?"
What the f*ck, for what?

[Hook - Young Thug]

[Verse 2 - Young Thug:]
Man that leanin so bad, I can't even do a push up for a million
(Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean)
Catch a nigga baby mama
Make her give me nothing but ceiling (head)
Never had time to wrap and cap
And doubt the trap my ice a lamp
I can't adapt, I'd rather the slap
I read the pop, it's capped in now
His mom is out, his dad, his cat
2004 I was screaming everything, Gucci no Big Cat
And we was scannin' the ride with them cases of all these big racks
F*ck a officer, Akon what it do bruh
Keep these f*ckin hoes off for you
When you get some new money turn up uh
You gon' wish you would've or could've
Sit down and get rich like a booker
Might drop the top up off it
If I don't get into the helicopter
Feeling like I'm on a blue dolphin
Nigga roundin' round with like hella choppers
Every time I need new surgery I gon call her my head doctor
5 more thousands cause she ain't got no head problems
Yeah, all my niggas they be bleedin' niggas
They ain't gon' never cheat a nigga
Pop her while I'm in the latest season, nigga
I'm a bag her every time I see her, nigga
Fishing hoes with my hook
Pockets all swollen, no book
Glasses on, she don't know how I look
Since I'm on how the f*ck do I look?
You ain't got no milli, you can't tell me how I look
I'm a big old Blood over here

[Hook - Young Thug]

[Verse 3 - Boosie Badazz:]
You ain't read the paper, you ain't seen the news
Got a team of goons bout action
Never started, but I finish it so nasty
Ask em, they know bout me
I'm so Keyshia with the 9, rock a bye baby
So smooth, so fly baby, rock a bye baby
Let me turn up now
4 shows a week, 100 thousand a piece
We getting bread now
Mama don't worry bout nothin'
You can kick up your legs now
I ain't lying, got hitters on top of hitters
Got hitters on top of hitters
Rest in peace to my nigga Lil Bleek
I miss you, I miss you nigga
Just tryna live and have a lil fun nigga
Nephew just came home, half a million dollar bond nigga
I got fans that bust yo ass, you talk bout Boosie baby
Got off my ass, went got that bag and Boosie made it
Hey daddy made it

[Hook - Young Thug]

I can see that bullshit from a mile away (see it)
You can stack my money 'bout a mile away (stack it)
I got three white bitches like it's powder day (white)
Mink coat with the rolls like a Shar Pei
And all of my bitches sexy, call them Barbies (sexy)
She lookin' back like I'm flexin', baby, no way (uh-uh)
And lately, I been on that D'USSE, hey (We got London on the track)

Got me a check, I got a check
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (sheesh, sheesh)
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (sheesh)
Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check (yeah, yeah-yeah)

Money on my mind, I got money on my brain (yeah, I'm like, baby, baby, baby, I need racks)
Money in my pants, I got money I call change (baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks)
Twenties, fifties, hunnid, five hunnid millions made (baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I want racks)
Big hunna Thugga, screamin' free that Gucci Mane (baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks, hey)
Yeah, yeah (hey)

If I need some racks, I'ma flip me some packs
I talk like I want and she don't say nothin' back
If cops pull up, I put that crack in my crack
Or I put that brack in my brack
Call little shawty, made her f*ck on my brodie
If you don't owe me, bitch, still act like you owe me
I promise I won't ever quit, bitch, I'm Kobe
And I whip that white, you can snow me
Stoner Young Thugger
I whip it, that bitch, yeah, she know me, Young Thugger
Yeah, she shinin' like butter
The bitch from Chicago, I call her Young Cutler
Leave it to Beaver
I pull up in Bentleys with London, they all want to meet him
Yeah, they all wanna greet him
They pull down they pants and they all wanna eat him, uh
No, they won't tease on that dick, they won't read on that dick
They won't leash on that dick, don't Felicia that dick
Mamacita that dick, they gon' snitch on that dick
And she screamin' loud, she can't secret that dick
Mama a beast on that dick
If she bad, I'ma gon' an' Four Season that bitch
Eat that, lil' bitch, I'ma feast that lil' bitch, mm

Got me a check, I got a check
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (sheesh, sheesh)
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (sheesh)
Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check (yeah, yeah-yeah)

Money on my mind, I got money on my brain (yeah, I'm like, baby, baby, baby, I need racks)
Money in my pants, I got money I call change (baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks)
Twenties, fifties, hunnid, five hunnid millions made (baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I want racks)
Big hunna Thugga, screamin' free that Gucci Mane (baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks, hey)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)

Bitch, I'm a Migo, I play with kilo (yeah, yeah)
When I put ice on, I am Sub-Zero
All of my niggas, they hard, call 'em beetles
Niggas was fake so I kept me a Ruger in Regals
Droppin' the top on the Bentley
I'm with the Birdman, yeah, the eagle
Geeked out my mind, man, I'm tripping out
I don't know none of these people (sheesh)
Make my little shawty go get me a four and bring back me a liter (lean)
Yes, I got threats, I'm not worried 'bout that
They know they can get whacked and I swear I done

Got me a check, I got a check
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (sheesh, sheesh)
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (sheesh)
Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check (yeah, yeah-yeah)

Yeah, I'm like, baby, baby, baby, I need racks (Money on my mind, I got money on my brain)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks (Money in my pants, I got money I call change)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I want racks (Twenties, fifties, hunnid, five hunnid millions made)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks, hey (Big hunna Thugga, screamin' free that Gucci Mane)

(We got London on da Track)

[Hook - Young Thug:]
Pussy niggas actin' like they never had shit
All these bitches actin' like they never had shit
I got a bad bitch, she said she always had shit
All these flawless diamonds, yeah they're lookin' glassy
Catch that nigga slippin', I'm a do 'em nasty
Check out my attire, this expensive fabric
We can wrestle just like Randy Savage
My jewelry as cold as an attic
The kush that I smoke'll blow your lungs out
I'm a walk in and clutch it like it's a war house
All your bitches that's busted, they live in your house
What goes up goes down, my nigga, north south
I done ran up them M's without a tour now
She done stepped up her game, Christian couture now
These niggas thought that they knew it but they don't know it now
I swear to God they're pursuin' at all my shows now

[Verse 1 - Young Thug:]
Hopped out my bed and hopped right in a foreign
Bitch don't get close, this a mothaf*ckin' warning
Suck that dick good, I'm the mothaf*ckin' warden
She runnin' away from my weed like it farted
She don't wanna swallow so I put it on her neck
I beat that pussy up, she loud as a parade
I got 1 million but only 10 in the bank
I taste a sample, I only buy if it's dank
I cook fishscale, and sang to her at the same time like Tank
I was born in '91, 23 with a whole lotta stain
5 star mothaf*cka
Baby can you feel my pain?
All my diamonds need to be drained
I got a gangsta bitch that's gon' bang
And I got racks up, I can't complain
And all my dogs, they're dirty, check for mange
And all I gotta do is reserve your brains
And I'm a gangsta, my nuts, they gone hang
Who said you was straight? Boy you need to be retained

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Young Dolph:]
Took the Rollie off, put the Breitling back on
Walk in the room and I cut the lights on
Why you spending like that? Cause I ain't ever had shit
This that real nigga PaperWrap, YSL shit
Never loved a bitch but I love money
In the church payin' my tithes with drug money
Went and got a new plug, got mama a new house
And a couple new coupes, that's how a young nigga live
Couple bitches, good weed that how a nigga chill
Top floor, penthouse, still crackin' seals
Them Houston niggas be like, "That young nigga trill"
Them New York niggas say that young nigga ill
My mama always told me dress to kill
My uncle always told me pack the steel
That nigga Thugger, that's my mothaf*ckin' brotha
From a motherf*ckin' other, I'm a show you how to make magic
The f*ck is you mad at?
Got your bitch dancin' all in my spot with no panties
I said, "Bitch where your mothaf*ckin' man at?
F*ck that, where your friends at?" Dammit
Sold 50 p's, hold it, have to bag it
That little bitch you lovin' on, I been had it
Pull up in a new drop, that thang nasty
Mama call all my big booty bitches trashy

[Hook]

[Hook - Young Thug:]
A young nigga's life is a dream
We ain't lettin' no hoes get between
When my diamonds speak, they say "bling"
Yellow diamonds, no crime scene
This that rich shit, I eat fish and grits
Catch me boolin' with my dogs, just like Michael Vick
I don't give no damn if they throw it off, I won't f*ckin' miss
Bitch I'm so up, no Sleepy Brown, wouldn't talk to him 'bout shit
Ya dig?

[Verse 1 - Young Thug:]
I want you to talk to the hand while I talk to bands
I might go on and stop playin' and take over the land
My money long as school buses, ain't talkin' no Xans
Sit still, I'm cool coming
Pull up and then spray it
50 dub, know I'm sayin'?
100 bloods in my fam
100 bloods, them not fans
F*ck the beach, I got sand
PS3, I'm not playin'
Go gentle on my lil' man
She wanna stay where I'm stayin'
I'm booted up, I could land
My car is fast, I should drag
Versace white, Ku Klux Klan
Don't care if he's Crip, he still fam
No I ain't? Bitch, I am
But when I do I might need help up
And I wanna be like Mike and I ain't talkin' Phelps, bruh

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Yak Gotti:]
Hey how you doin'? I'm Yak Gotti, I got bodies on bodies
I'm with Thugger, that's my woadie, yeah my round, that's my compadre
And we solid, oh so solid, if I get caught I won't say nothin'
YSL, we be mobbin', I'm forreal, this beat knockin'
Trigger, boy I got you, Rico, boy I got you
I'm livin' out my dreams, broke is not an option
Yeah I'm livin' out my dreams, broke is not an option

[Hook]

[Intro - Young Thug:]
I got like 5 million in 12 hundred thousand hoes
They drippin' all over my mother f*ckin' clothes

[Hook - Young Thug:]
Let's go off the dome
I can't make it home
I f*cked her, I boned her
She leave an aroma
They calling my phone up
My girl like "What's going on?"
She's sucking, puttin' me in a coma
I nut on that fish on my sofa

[Verse 1 - Young Thug:]
Dickie suit, tux
Flat, hanging to the right
Put that young bitch in a bucket
Kid Cudi, f*ck her all day and all night
Ok, I'm in this bitch with lil Duke, no way
You can be with me, you too, four way
Put that bitch off from my deuce, slow day
I'm a sell at least like 2

[Verse 2 - Duke:]
Thugga Thugga what it do
Riding in the fast lane, I'm a Luda (Skrrr)
All these drugs that we abusing (drugs)
Addicting to winning, not losing
I'm in the kitchen just cooking (cook it up)
Middle finger to a bucket (f*ck em)
F*ck running off, f*ck nigga I took it
Diamond so wet, I might need to douche it

[Verse 3 - Young Thug:]
That means they shower, they shower me
Just like lil nigga [?] will be
Win is what my niggas can all be
Beyoncé bitch I'm a bumblebee
[?] you can stick on me
Jingle bells, baby you can ring on me

[Hook - Young Thug]

[Verse 2 - Young Thug & Duke]

[Verse 4 - Duke:]
458 California 'Rari
I got that old money, call it Atari
Let's go off the dome, I chop by the dome
Keep a couple grams in my field pocket
Keep a pocket rocket on me
Ain't no guessing if I'm gon' pop it
Got a lot of blood homies
And guess what it ain't no stopping

[Verse 5 - Young Thug:]
Hop in the car and I'm whiling, I'm styling
I hop out it cause I'm [?] drove
F*ck nigga try me, no Eddie Bauer
I'm a pull up and make it rain, shower
I'm a lick it when it come to that pussy
I hop up like the Isis tower (hop up)
I would rather be a coyote than be a coward

[Verse 6 - Duke:]
I creep right up on them
Hit em with the AK, 7 in the morning (pew pew)
No Christmas Eve, caught him by surprise, he was still yawning
I'm running the city, you running that loner, I'm running with owners
I'm running with owners, I'm not even thinking I'm right off the dome

[Hook - Young Thug]

[Intro:]
Halftime, half a perc and half a zan make it halftime
Half a pint, pour up an eight, my nigga halftime
Tryna rob that stick turn his body in halftime (Yeahh)

[Verse 1:]
Hit the streets and tear this bitch up like I'm Willie B
No Tennessee but the chain on my neck is a T
No Memphis Bleek, bitch I own the Roc not Jay Z, ya dig?
War Ready like Tracy T, ya dig?
Racks on racks on racks just might pull up in my Spider
All my diamonds black you can motherf*ckin' knight 'em
All these pussy niggas whack, I'm a murk em every night'll
Pull up screamin' blat, got my motor out a Viper
Got 100 mil flat like my motherf*ckin' idol
I might eat it, I might lick it, but I swear I'll never bite 'em
I swear every time I dress myself it go motherf*ckin' viral
They say niggas stealin' swag, bring my shit back like recycles
I'm a ask her for some head
I don't know that ho, I act like she dead
Insurance on my money like a wreck
Every time I see her, she lick the cleavage
F*ck her on a $10, 000 bed
I could never love her, f*ck her
And suck my dick like Beavis no Butthead
Cocaine white like Justin Bieber bitch
I might show the racks and tease the bitch
I might want it but I don't need the bitch
I been flooded out my Jesus bitch
I want your pizza, Little Caesar's bitch
Ninth Ward, I buy my diesel bitch
I don't wanna talk and see a snitch
No teacher, we chalkin' shit
I pass the school, I pass by all the stallions
I just want that neck like a giraffe
I like fish in water, I'm a bear
175, I shave it like it's Nair
Lay out, watch the kids like a daycare
I don't play games, no I'm not the fair
I got Hot Wheels like a motherf*ckin' chariot
Chanel Vintage but this shit is real

[Bridge:]
Heyyy let's have a good time!
Heyy let's a have a very good time!

[Verse 2:]
I done figured this shit out
If you think you gone bite on my swag it's a virus
I don my swag and I pull up on bitches dressed in all white like Miley Cyrus
No, I'm not gay, I f*ck bitches on bitches
I whip out she suck on my private (Suck it!)
Lil nigga play, I'm a catch him down bad and then stick 'em fold 'em like a wallet
I swear to God there's only one of me and these bitches 3D like a trolley
I'm walkin' through it like tons of the ones and these bitches grabbin' on my phallus
F*ck nigga try me I swear to God lil whodie done pull up and pop at his noggin
Bitch I got water I look like I'm fresh from Hawaii
Having the time of my motherf*ckin' life
I'm gonna buy everything I want, I can't think twice
You can turn the icetray off baby I'm havin' ice
As long as I live I never want a wife

[Bridge]

[Verse 1 - Young Thug:]
Nigga have you ever dreamed?
I was the man and you were [?]
One and two, anytime I get mad, I can't get mad at you
God damn, who the hell let rats in the house?
King of lions, who let these cats run out of the house?
Houston, Texas when I'm on land, I lean back like a couch
Hun I'm playin', I wanna [?] call shots like a spouse
We roll that kushy up, we eat that pussy all
Suck it til you're throwin' up, my Phantom grey, no hound
I lost [?] bucks, still waitin' on that Bentley truck
Stop playin', look bitty boy, you're duck
He ain't YSL, nigga, he ain't in the hut
I might stop buy and let that little bitch lush
I pull up and chop at your cousin, your bus
Little nigga, you know what it was
You know what it is, you know what it does
I'm makin' your old lady shakin'
She suckin' too slow, I'm impatient
My diamonds so wet like they basin
Don't know where to go, I'm amazin'

[Hook - Jacquees:]
What's amazin'? I don't know
What's amazin'? I don't know
What's amazin'? I don't know
What's amazin'?
I might accept your apology
I mean you throw L's up if you ain't followin'
I am a beast, your life I'll be swallowin'
And I've been drinkin', I need to bottle this

[Verse 2 - Young Thug:]
Man I'm so tired of these niggas man, I am so tired of these bitches
I'm so magnificent, studio workin', I'm wearin' a top like I'm pimpin'
Your bitch want my milk, I'm sittin' at the top lookin' at these wimps
These hoes just roll me a blunt and you know that they stuffy, they cannot be imps
I never had cutlass and [?] based on my [?] out my trunk
I might f*ck that lil bitch in the mornin'
I might put her out and call Tyrone
Snoop Dogg, I might go ahead and bone
I'm big ballin', bitch put me inside the dome
I'm wearin' Maison Margiela
I'm wearin' Maison Margiela
I'm wearin' Maison Margiela
Call that Maison Margiela
Take some sand to the beach
Party with a couple foreign freaks
Kim K lookin' ho, Yeezy
Florida livin' nigga, [?] beach

[Interlude:]
Yeah, and I'm a ride this bitch tonight
And I just might ride this bitch tonight
[?] where you at baby? [?] where you at baby?

[Verse 3 - Young Thug:]
Brown sugar on that bitch
Pull up with a ho and she know I'm ready to
Bust her, pay her, leave her, f*ck her
I don't wait up, let me change my mail
He broke, he servin' his squad with a scale
I make it rain, I hope all is well
I pull off deep like what in the hell?
Ho give on my niggas some bails
Wait I'm a lay down for a [?]
Pull up in old school Chevelles
I don't save pictures, they might get revealed
How many times have I asked are you well?
How many times have I popped a perc pill?
How many homies at home on the bail?
How many times have I told you you shell?
How many meals have I ate until I burp?
Dropping the top on the [?] ain't no hot top on [?]
Hey I worked so hard to get out that dirt
Hey I was [?] line at work

[Hook - Young Thug:]
I'm gon' beat that pussy up just like a champion
I'm a beast inside these streets like a barbarian
Told my baby next February we're married
We laughin' at these pussy boys, they're so hilarious
I might get her knocked off, pull them spaghetti strings
I might get her knocked off for a double sealed pint of lean
I might get her knocked off while I pull a bank scheme
I might get her knocked off for just tryna join the team

[Verse 1 - Birdman:]
Yeah, we roll these bitches like they centipedes
We get this money, flip some honeys then we blow some Gs
I gave her life and then I showed her Bs
We f*cked the world but now we overseas
Inside of the car, we stashed a hundred bricks
We put it down and hit the town, we 'bout the money trips
Wait, the ice is rollin' cause we're rollin', bitch
Flakes, the dope is cola cause we're polar, bitch
I answer the call and put her right beside me
Two, we 'bout that woop like them brand new Spyders
Keep your mouth closed, boy, cause we're aimin' fire
I just might one night her, show love and wife her
I'm bangin' green like the lizard in Geico
I pull up and wet you, burn your top like Michael
I got bullets bigger than fingers in rifles
It's big Bs with a hundred Gs in each one of my pockets

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Young Thug:]
I'm not gon' pass, I'm a smash 'em
She want that nut so I blast her
My Bentley grey like a pastor
Whippin' that snow, no Alaska
Good head, she got her masters
Shawty a long way from dumb
Your money flat like a plasma
Good kush, smoke is the bomb
I drink that Act while you be drinkin' red
I don't fall in love, I run over it instead
Like, bobble, that bitch go head
I'm like, "lil baby, I don't know your kid"
I keep my pistol I'll give you the lead
They 3 deep I call 'em Ed, Edd and Eddy
Baby take a picture, that photo cred
She make me lean back like a sofa bitch

[Hook]

I think I'm OD'ing on drugs
Nigga I started a fight inside a club
Never switched on my brew I'm not a duck
I got a foreign car outside, sittin' on some dubs
Baby said she gon' help me out with my problems
I'm still screaming f*ck the crime stoppers
Yes I'll hit you up, go do a dub for my partner
Yaahh, riding in the back just like a strut for my partner
Knuck if you buck for my partner
Yeah I show love for my partner
I'mma f*ck a ho when I leave the club just for my partner
I'mma pull off and take off on my plug that's for my partner
I can live life on a boat like nautical with my partner
That's my motherf*ckin' partner in crime, baby
And you know I'm never stopin' the time lil baby
And you know it's not a doubt in my mind lil baby
And you know I'm doin' it for the slimes baby

Thugga! I'm a big beast yeah wildebeest
You can't see me, I'm tired of these streets
I will remain a OG when deceased
R.I.P. Mike Brown, f*ck the cops
Screamin' R.I.P Bennie shootin' up a block
No clock lil nigga sit back and watch
Me move, all of these chickens lil nigga, no Popeye's
When my palm go to itchin' boy I get missin'
Whippin up fake dope, in bando kitchen
I swear to God I heard the whip it yeah
Dirty Cup for a nigga sippin' (Woah)
When I get through with that 4 a nigga trippin', whoa
I changed my shoes to Givenchy's, ain't no trippin' no
I'm a young rich nigga flip up flippin', whoa
S.L.I.M.E. yeah, I wipe your nose
Wipe it, wipe it, wipe it
I get that pussy and I just demolish, -molish, -molish
Divide it, all in they mouth no trident
No baby but I wipe it! I kiss it and good night it
I make love and I fight it
Precise and yes it's righteous
My life how I want it, I f*ck it all night
Got sticks and I'm never scared, never frightened
Keep 'em all out your business they just here because of your riches
You keep these 1s flyin' no biscuit
This money I'm gettin', it got me

OD'ing on drugs
Nigga I started a fight inside a club
Never switched on my brew I'm not a duck
I got a foreign car outside, sittin' on some dubs
Baby said she gon' help me out with my problems
I'm still screaming f*ck the crime stoppers
Yes I'll hit you up, go do a dub for my partner
Yaahh, riding in the back just like a strut for my partner
Knuck if you buck for my partner
Yeah I show love for my partner
I'mma f*ck a ho when I leave the club just for my partner
I'mma pull off and take off on my plug that's for my partner
I can live life on a boat like nautical with my partner
That's my motherf*ckin' partner in crime, baby
And you know I'm never stopin' the time lil baby
And you know it's not a doubt in my mind lil baby
And you know I'm doin' it for the slimes baby

Dolly yeah I'm doin' it for you Slime
Dora I do it for you Slime
Big Duck I do it for you Slime
Jeff I do it for you Slime
Junior I do it for you, Keisha I do it for you,
Bennie I do it for you, Emsley I do it for you,
Sheen I do it for you, Gregory I do it for you
Kat I do it for you, Unfunk I do it for you, I survive in a zoo
I take of my kids, no matter what else I do
Rocko I do, I do
Yeah, on God that it's true
My niggas they was some clothes bandits
Now they dealin' with bad bitches and they know they have it
And they sure they have it, bitch we photograph it
I might put mud on my trump and hop out clean and damp it
Free my lil brother Bennie you know a savage
Yeah, but he don't wrestle, no Randy
Pussy clean she don't need panties
I see right thru that bitch like she panoramic
Yeah I treat that beef just like f*ckin' manwich
I'm screamin' 30 f*ck a blue jean bandit
We don't care about no team, we just want that cash in
So we stole the truck and smashed it, tragic when I'm

OD'ing on drugs
Nigga I started a fight inside a club
Never switched on my brew I'm not a duck
I got a foreign car outside, sittin' on some dubs
Baby said she gon' help me out with my problems
I'm still screaming f*ck the crime stoppers
Yes I'll hit you up, go do a dub for my partner
Yaahh, riding in the back just like a strut for my partner
Knuck if you buck for my partner
Yeah I show love for my partner
I'mma f*ck a ho when I leave the club just for my partner
I'mma pull off and take off on my plug that's for my partner
I can live life on a boat like nautical with my partner
That's my motherf*ckin' partner in crime, baby
And you know I'm never stopin' the time lil baby
And you know it's not a doubt in my mind lil baby
And you know I'm doin' it for the slimes baby

[Intro:]
Yeah
Thugger Thugger
Got my broadie London in this mothaf*cker man
I'm tell ya this beat, hard, this one hard as f*ck, listen bro
I go up up and away
And I got old hunnids, they wrinkled like a Shar Pei
Plus I'm the realest nigga inside the A

[Hook:]
And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yah
And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey niggas
I got plenty ammo for your family nigga
Ammo for these pussy mothaf*ckas
Run up I swear to God I want tears from your mother
F*ck nigga tripping I get prison and f*ck your father up
I'm a tell em one the time, they ain't going farther
I'm doing numbers

[Verse 1:]
I got bands in the bando
And I'm beating David Banner
And I'm smoking on cabana
Leanin movin slow as grandma
Motor runnin, spit them commas, now it's thunder
Count a hundred want a hunnid more that's hunger
Yeah baby, Thugger Thugger hungry, yes I'm hungry
Young Thugger got the munchies
All my diamonds come in yellow like a Funyon
Yeah all my gold made 'em sick and they can vomit
Pussy nigga know they can vomit
I'm growing green me and chi-chi, no pet
I'm chasing dreams, Free Meek Milly

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I'm a tell em one time
I can read your mind
Pop, pop, pop, pop, then start ridin
Brand new 24's, bitch on climb
You's a busta, mothaf*cka rhymes
No Sticky fingers, no porcupine
Genius I'll chase the day
Wait, let me pick up his remains
Let them gators get their prey
Hold up hold up, wait

[Hook]