Young Thug – Thug N 30 Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug]
Aye, I’m watching my homie ‘nem play pool, that nigga just did a bad ass shot, kid
Yeah, and I also got a young lady in here with me, I think she tryna steal me, ‘naam sayin’?
Know what I’m sayin’? And heal me from my pain
Supah Mario
Rain!

[Hook: HiDoraah & Young Thug]
Spend a whole lot of cash on me (Yeah)
Money, power, that’s the plan, homie (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, you understand, homie (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, you understand, homie (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, you understand, homie (Yeah)
Had a lot of niggas mad, homie (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m the man, homie (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I’m the man, homie (Yeah)

[Post-Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m the man, homie (Sheesh)
Yeaaaaahhhhh….. (Swea, ah, ah)
Ma-ma-man, homie (Ah!)
Ma-man, homie (Yeah)
Ma-ma-man, homie

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
She diggin’ my time like a bezel (Ah)
No Maison Margiela, my diamonds blingin’, and my Rollie is gold like a treasure
Aye, I used to get like ten thousand a show, now my diamonds are bigger than pebbles
Smokin’ on that moonrock, baby, I’ma climb it like I know Khaled
Spent a hunnid bands on my belt, yeah, yeah
Hey, my slime down in Yo got an F&N and he will chop
Yeah, he gon’ let that bit’ ride, dirty a nigga T-shirt and chop down, yeah
Shirt look like swag ’til you seen his ass on Channel 5, yeah
I took two birds from him, ever since then, I been fly, yeah

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, the bullets hit a nigga dome
That pussy wet like a sink
Yeah, yeah, nigga know it, can’t afford it
New Orleans, I’ma go Saint (Woo)
Yeah, yeah, don’t talk, yeah, yeah
Take me to church, I wan’ sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, diamonds blingin’ like I got baptized

[Hook: HiDoraah & Young Thug]
Yeah, I been eatin’, she’s feeding lies, yeah
Spend a whole lot of cash on me
Money, power, that’s the plan, homie
I tell y’all on that Vicky powder, yeah
Yeah, yeah, you understand, homie
Yeah, yeah, you understand, homie
Don’t tell me you boutta eat, then get no fries, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Sike! I’ma take them hoes out for a good bite, yeah
Yeah, that’s diamonds on me, and they bling like a knight, yeah
Yeah, I’m the principal, baby, take my advice, yeah
Yeah, baby, I’m the prince, I was gon’ take your life, yeah (Boom boom)
I know who I… (Yeah)
Know who I am (I know it)
Don’t like me? (Know it)
Yeah, if you were broke, I wouldn’t like me either, yeah
Ah, I said I don’t like Queen Latifah, yeah (Brrrrr)
Yeah, I’ma serve him like the zebra, uh, yeah (Ice)
Fuck them black and white diamonds on my muhfuckin’ lever, yeah, yeah
Hey, yeah, a nigga caught runnin’, booked, nigga bolt, nigga pleads, ooh
Got, got books on my muhfuckin’ pocket phone book, nigga pagin’, yeah (What?)
Yeah, hmph, hah

[Hook: HiDoraah & Young Thug]
1500 dollars on some maids, expensive
Spend a whole lot of cash on me
And I’m, and I’ma tell her like a boss
Money, power, that’s the plan, homie
Yeah, and I’ma fuck a nigga mom, yeah
Yeah, yeah, you understand, homie
Yeah, and I’ma drink her like a sauce
Yeah, yeah, you understand, homie
Yeah, baby I’m not the father
Yeah, but I’ll take care of your daughter
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Hey)

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
I know udigg what I’m sayin’, and that’s coming from the heart
I know you don’t know about it baby, you know more
Yeah, you goin’ slow, but, yeah, you oh so smart (Hey)
Yeah, they think you dead, but you right on their ass like boy, boy
Back the fuck up off my big homie like boy, boy (Boy)
I’ma let that Tommy hit tummies like tuh, tuh, yeah, ah
Bitch, I’m the Presi, fuck Barack, yeah
Yeah, how many businesses was closin’ shop? Yeah
Nah, we don’t care nothing bout no cop, dog
Ah, fifteen hunnid for these cups, they art, yeah
Yeah, ah, ah
Hunnid thousand for the art, yeah
Yeah, not going steady, Rocko air it

[Hook: HiDoraah & Young Thug]
Spend a whole lot of cash on me
Ah, choppa on ready
Money, power, that’s the plan, homie
Ah, call me the bomb
Yeah, yeah, you understand, homie
Chop, my i over there, yeah
Yeah, yeah, you understand, homie
Bentley

[Verse 4: Young Thug]
Ooh, slatt
Sleep one eye open like I’m a Fetty, yeah
Climb in a tree and they ready like spaghetti, yeah
Playin’ with Slime, we Belly, yeah
I was tryna live, yeah
She said she don’t wanna play no games, no Anne Jackson (Woo, aye)
Baby come with a muhfuckin’ dress, yeah (Drippin’ swag)
Ah, and I’ma shoot it on your chest, better have a vest, ah, yeah (Eskeddit)
I’m playin’ around with your feelings, yeah (Yeah)
I’ma take you all of them places (Take you all around the world)
Turn your ass up ’cause you deserve it (Said I want you, want you girl)
Ah, no Future, but I’m the future
I’m the teacher, baby, you the tutor, yeah (Yeah)
Ah, money longer than the world’s longest room, tuh, yeah (Swea, swea)
Ah, playin’ with YSL, niggas gon’ shoot you, yeah (Boom, boom)
R.I.P. to Bankroll Fresh bro, yeah (R.I.P. Bankroll)

[Interlude: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Hot boy)
Aye (Thugger, aye)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Aye (Damn)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Aye (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Aye (Yeah)
Aye! Aye! Hey! (Yeah, yeah)
Hey! (Yeah)
Hey (Yeah, yeah)
Aye! (Yeah)
Hey (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 5: Young Thug]
Me and Stafa having fun, yeah
‘Cause it ain’t no fun when a rabbit gotta go, yeah
I’ma feed that bitch, then give her trunk (Racks)
Yeah, I’ma put a Rollie on her arm, yeah (Rollie, Rollie)
Put a iced-out YSL right on her charms, yeah (Swea)
Baby, told ’em don’t need them, I’m the one (One)
Yeah, two door, not the, ah, three, I keep forgettin’, yeah
But I got four doors, yeah
Fuck cameras, ah, fuck the Po-Po, yeah
Oh no, yeah
They coming to the door, flush the shit right now, come on, yeah

[Interlude: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah! (Yeah)

[Verse 6: Young Thug]
Beast mode, yeah (Hey)
Hunnid thousand, ain’t no cheat code
I can’t talk cheap, one-twenty-seven on my teeth, uh (On God)
Yeah, bitch, I’m bleedin’, look, I’d D-I-E, uh (Swea, woo)
Yeah, nigga, all my partnas rollin’ Cs, yeah (Rollin’ crip!)
Big ol’ dinosaur Bs (Blatt, blatt!)
Right behind ’em (What?)
Yeah, all this ice on, baby, heat could find me (I see it)
Just look where it’s light at (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I won’t buy that, uh (Yeah)
I just go in and bite that, yeah
I might wake up wearin’ it, yeah (Yeah)
I don’t give no fuck ’bout your past, yeah (Aye)
I’m not Lil Wayne, and fuck that nigga, but I gotta take your ass there (Woah, say it)
I don’t care if you fucked the whole world, that’s before me and you, yeah
Oh, oh, free Unfunk, Dulu, yeah (Free Unfunk, yeah)
Ride me like a goose, yeah (Like a goose, yeah)
Chicken-limb coupe, yeah (Racks, skrt!)
Double-R with no roof, yeah (Woop, woop, woop)
Racin’ down the street, nigga flyin’ by high-speed, yeah (Whew, whew)
Yeah, makin’ other rappers on time, yeah
Film while ridin’ with broads, yeah (Yeah)
All my niggas here like a beat, yeah (Yeah)
NoPlug pull up, nigga park, yeah
Pull up to the nine, nigga, blood, yeah
Pull up and it’s fire like a pot, yeah (Pot)
All a nigga’s diamonds gettin’ large, yeah
All my niggas playin’ like a child, yeah, ah (Skrt skrt)
300 shit, nigga, why I sucked at law? Yeah (What?)
300 shit like Lil Durk with no tar, yeah (Yeah)
Lyor, you keep playin’, I’ma pull your card, yeah
Yeah (Yeah)

[Hook: HiDoraah & Young Thug]
Spend a whole lot of cash on me
Let that breathe
Money, power, that’s the plan, homie
Lemme talk to the ladies for a minute, yeah
Yeah, yeah, you understand, homie
Yeah, yeah, you understand, homie
Let’s go
(Yeah)

[Verse 7: Young Thug]
Don’t leave me (Don’t leave)
Receive me (Receive)
Believe in me (Believe)
Come and achieve with me (Achieve)
Yeah, come bleed with me (Come bleed with me)
Go ‘n’ dye your hair red (Yeah, dye it)
You heard what Gucci said (Free Guwop)
These niggas rock how I be (They rock)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Aye this shit so good, I can’t just say that once)
Yeah… yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
She grinnin’ ’cause she like the way I swag it
Yeah, I just told lil mama I’m not average (Born with it)
Yeah, I got her dead ballin’ like a bastard, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
Plaid it
Call her truancy, but baby girl ain’t classy, yeah (Hah, hah)
Yeah, you the baddest (Baddest)
I don’t give no fuck if you’ve got baby daddies
Aye, I’ma put you in that ’16 ‘cLaren (Skrt)
Yeah, I learned to turn the f… factories off and put on Davins
Yeah, shout out to Migos, they be dabbin’ (Dab)
Yeah, shout out to Peewee, man, we trappin’, yeah (Yeah)
I’m drinkin’ lean, hey (Lean, lean, lean)
I don’t ball, no dee, yeah

[Verse 8: Young Thug]
But I take the Molly, yeah (Wait)
I told her I would stop, but I’m sorry (I’m sorry)
I just can’t, yeah, that money in the back, yeah (Yeah)
Bae eye on the bank, yeah (What)
I got like a blank, yeah (How much?)
Where the crip? He ain’t there
My bitch, she’d have banged, yeah (Bang)
My bitch, she so dangerous
My bitch, she so bad
My bitch, she so av’ (Huh?)
Oops, I meant no (Yeah)
No, my bitch ain’t no average hoe
Least a classy hoe, oh yeah, yeah, yo
And her circle small like Cheerio, oh, oh, yo (Hey)
Now you know, niggas, oh no, no, no (Oh)
I ain’t writing now, oh yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
You so fine, baby, here, baby, go ‘n’ have my child (Ooh)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah (I’m ready, like I’m spaghetti, yeah)
Oh yeah, yeah (So ready, ready, I’m ready)
Udigg? (R-E-A-D-Y, baby, I’m ready)
Udigg? (Yeah)
Haha (Pop a perky and get ready)
Real spit!

[Hook: HiDoraah & Young Thug]
Spend a whole lot of cash on me (Dora)
Money, power, that’s the plan, homie
Yeah, yeah, you understand, homie
Yeah, yeah, you understand, homie (Talk to ’em, slime)
(Uh) And she said that was good, on hood, yeah (*sips lean*)
Woah
Woo! (Woah)

[Verse 9: Young Thug]
I wanna see you twerk! Ah (Twerk, twerk)
I wanna buy them purses, yeah (Purses)
You make me mad, I’m gettin’ the Birkin, yeah (Yeah, aye)
80k, baby, ain’t discouraged, yeah (Scheme)
I can spend it, bae, you’re so worth it (So worth it)
I, know you, baby, you are so perfect (Woah) to me
Fuck what they say, bae, you gon’ twerk it (Woah) for me (Me)
I give that stick you gon’ go burst it (Ah) for me (Yeah)
‘N’ I eat that pussy like Starbursts (*slurp*) oowee (Yeah)
Wee, oowee
I know you like to see that, teeth on your lip, yeah (Yeah)
I eat that pussy ’til it dip, I see that dip, yeah (I can see)
I, I don’t wanna fall asleep, I ain’t gon’ dip, yeah (I’ll never sleep)
I might pull off and leave some chips, yeah (Skrt skrt)
I cannot get nervous, ah (Nah)
I spent ten thousand on a purse, yeah (Fendi, Louis, Gucci)
I ain’t gay, boy, that’s a male bag, yeah (Chanel)
Big ol’ bloody red rag, yeah (Blatt, blatt, blatt)

[Verse 10: Young Thug]
Race the Jag (Woo)
Bought the foreign right after that (And what?)
Then I break that back, look what caused that (Woah)
Uh, so I’m riding with my driver (Money)
2017 Cadillac on buyers, yeah (Swea, yeah)
I go all night like a cypher, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I’m 100%, no liar, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
If I’m horny, bae, I can buy her, yeah (Oh yeah, yeah)
I get rid of her when I’m tired, yeah
But mostly like, yeah
I meant, but most likely I won’t ’cause I like your donk, yeah
I like your trunk, yeah
I put money in your ears, money in your front, yeah
I put veneers right inside your fuckin’ mouth, yeah
So you can look like Baby when you fuckin’ smile, yeah
I know I am the truth, I am a wild child, yeah
Yeah, yeah, baby, I’m all yours, yeah (Woah)
I cannot be all y’all’s, yeah (Ah, ah)
But I’m a big dog, yeah (Big dog, yeah, cash)
This bitch like logs, yeah (Uhh, bitch)
I came for two and y’all there (I swea)
Ooh, yeah
I gave a few and y’all in there (Haha, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, G5 I put you in the air (Shh, pfff)
Yeah, tell ’em put a stripper plug in there (Ah, pew)
Shoot a video, yeah, nigga (Ah)
Touch down like I’m Julio, Falcon, nigga (Brr)
I just seen him in the Jefferies, these are thousands, nigga (Yeah)
He just cashed out, yeah
Ask that nigga ’bout me (Yeah)
I spent 50 bands (Ah)
Bitch, I’m not the topic (Woah)
Yeah, pshh, ooh, ah (Do it like that)
My bitch the hottest, oh yeah, pshh, ooh (Whatchu tell ’em?)
We like Bonnie & Clyde, oh yeah, ooh (Yeah)

[Verse 11: Young Thug]
One more time, free them folks, Unfunk! (Yeah)
I listen to that R. Kelly, “I Wish” (I Wish)
Then I cry like a little bitty fuckin’ bitch, yeah
But I love my brother, believe I really miss him (Real talk)
I swear there’s no other, I’d give you all this shit, yeah (Yeah, you can have it all)
I’d give it all up to see him
I wanna see my mama’s face when she gon’ see him, ah (Big Duck)
I know these pussy niggas trippin’, they wanna see you, yeah (They wanna see you)
They tryna stop you ’cause they know you like the Beatles, yeah (Beatles)
But they forgot that your lil brother out, and he Thugger
Yeah, I got that Ruga and a Reega (Pull it)
I told you, yeah, yeah (Buh)
I, I’ll pop at your top ’bout my soldier, yeah (Pop it)
Yeah, that’s my round like I’m from New Orleans, yeah
Yeah, yeah, crack baby, yeah, yeah (What?)
But I wasn’t born in the ’80s, oh, baby, yeah, yeah
I wasn’t even born up at Grady’s, no, no, yeah, yeah
Ten thousand couch in the apartment, my mama had me pick, ooh, damn (True)
I-I came out with a few things, ooh, da-damn (It’s true, yeah, aye)
Yeah, I had diamonds in my skin, yeah, mmh, yeah (Swea)
Elm Elementary, I’m the prince (Thugger, show it)
Yeah, how I got in trouble? I ain’t never do this (Man, fuck, yeah)
I ranned off from ’em, and they say I’m missing (Yeah, bye)
But, bae, your son just out here strictly pimpin’, ooh (What, chuch)
Yeah, I’m just gettin’ ’em digits, yeah (Racks, cash)
Fell in love like I’ll fuck that Benjie (Hah, hah)

[Verse 12: Young Thug]
My nigga kickin’ it, yeah (Kickin’ it)
My baby girl gettin’ it (Gettin’ it, gettin’ it)
Know you want to say her name, hhh
But you can’t, ’cause that’s… pain
To these other hoes, yeah (Yeah)
Kick ’em out the door, yeah
Anybody more, yeah
I want you for sure, yeah (Yeah)
I don’t want no bitches, yeah (Yeah)
Give ’em to the bros, yeah (Yeah)
I just want the money, yeah (Yeah)
I just buy them clothes, yeah, uh (Racks, nigga, guap!)
I just buy them cars, yeah (Bentley, blatt, woah, can’t stop!)
I can’t stand them broads, yeah (Big, big guap)
I do it for my girls and broad, yeah (Yeah)
I do it for my lil girls and my little boy, yeah (Yeah)
Ah, crib and a hunna thousand on toys, yeah (Toys, let’s bounce)
Ah, Easter huntin’, baby, thousand for you (Twenty bitch)
Charles Barkley, baby, ballin’, oh yeah (Racks)
Ah, Michael Jordan, nigga, no Yeezy, yeah, breezy
I get them racks, yeah I get cheese, you believe me (Yeah)
That fetty, moolah, and the cash, and the cash talk (Cash)
Yeah, hit him in his back, watch his ass walk (Boom)
Pussy nigga gettin’ chalked, bring him out his red (Chalk)
Tell my niggas we not done ‘fore dumb nigga’s dead
Run up on your closes, he can’t even just push weight (On God)
I wan’ see your brains everywhere, then send some pics (Woo)
Yeah, shit get real drastic, nigga, playin’ with that red tape
Nigga chickened out, nigga
Free my muhfuckin’ (Ah) dog, and I ain’t even nasty, nigga (Woah)
He down to Smith, yeah
Climb in it like wheel’, yeah
He down to Smith, prison, I’m not talkin’ Will, yeah, ah (Woah, woah)
Foreigns need them big ol’ fuckin’ wheels, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Twenty-eights like a fuckin’ ferris wheel, yeah (Skrrrt)
I be skatin’ through your bitches, how’d I deal, yeah (Skrrt)
Where that there? Right around my bro got killed, yeah (Bennie, yeah)
Ever since then, motherfuck there, yeah (There, on dead, yeah)
Ah, you niggas know the fuckin’ deal, yeah (The dealings, oh yeah, yeah)
He killed my brother, then his ass got killed, yeah (I saw my mama cry)
Locked me up, I got appealed, yeah, ah (Cash)
I’m on that Molly and a pill, yeah (Runnin’ still)
I don’t wan’ sign no fuckin’ deal, yeah (I don’t want no deal)
I don’t be wantin’ no more familia, yeah (I want something real)

[Verse 13: Young Thug]
I want my bitch that ain’t familiar (For real)
I wanna give that bitch a million, ah (Yeah)
I wanna show that bitch some bread, yeah (Lil bitch)
But she gotta be so relentless, yeah (She what?)
I put them gangstas inside them skinnies, yeah (“How you a G?”)
This beat better stop, I ain’t never ending (Yeah)
I swear (Swea)
You better cut it, boy, you know it (Cut it)
Yeah, I bought baby girl a Rollie (Rollie, Rollie)
Yeah, iced out, and I bought it for my homie (Homie)
Yeah, Ice Box got all of my brodies (Buy from him!)
Yeah, Elliante, that’s my jeweler, spoil me (Elliante, aye, hey!)
Yeah, I got that one of one, no shortage (Elliante!)
You can’t get that, they cannot remake that, yeah
But you can go to him and they can fake that, yeah, ah (Yeah)
But they know they takin’ that shit way back, yeah, ah (They know)
I was buyin’ on Bleveland where them folks flex, yeah
Bleveland slow, they lost Duke and then lil Bukk, yeah, hhh
Put that bit’ right in a buck, yeah, ah (Buck, uh, uh)
Hit this club and throw some bucks, yeah (Throw it, throw it, throw it)
Fuck on me, oh, bae, I’m buff, yeah (I just throw it, throw it)
Try to play and good luck, yeah (And try to boom)
I’m so tired, I give up, yeah (Man, I swear to swear)
But I don’t give up on your love, yeah (Don’t give up on your love)
You said you can’t go too far, yeah (Can’t go too far)
‘Cause he got you, but I got you, I can spoil you (Spoil you, I can)
A little more, and then my bro, but I’m for sure, ah (Fasho)
You know I got it on the low, this ain’t no hoe (Cash)
I got a black card, and that muhfucker say, “Woah,” yeah (It does)
I am a Zoe, bitch, I’m a z, ah, eater (Tu, tu, ah, fa, fa)
I be smoking pounds of that reefer (Ah)
Yeah, diamonds dancing, can’t move my speaker
Diamonds had a nigga loud like a beeper (Beep)
Yeah, Dora got me some loud like a… Yeah (Yeah)
Nigga, Dora got me some loud like a… Yeah (Speak up)
Dora got me some loud like a beeper, yeah (Beeper, yeah)
I can’t wait to see you (See you)
Slash that, I can’t wait to be you (Aye)
I can’t wait to treat you (Aye)
I can’t wait to fuck you (I can’t)
I can’t wait to suck you, yeah (Oh, I can’t)
Pussy out, ah, yeah (Yeah)
Act up, and I’ll (Oh yeah)
Kick you out the spot, yeah ([?])
With a hunnid thousand, yeah

[Verse 14: Young Thug]
Give you the keys to the mansion, yeah (Mansion)
You can ride ’round that motherfucker, Marilyn Manson, yeah (Black out the Rollie, on God!)
You can call all of your friends, and then they come dancing, yeah (Come party, on God!)
I pull up with fifteen bills and then throw them bands in, yeah (I wan’ party, hey!)
I throw like twenty thousand bands inside my house like it was the club, yeah (What? Woo!)
I swear to God, if I’m lying, I can be a dub, yeah (Ooh)
You can ask them bitches up at Follies, boy, they love us (Ah, love!)
YSL, I’m bangin’ it ’til I’m in the dust, yeah (Ah, slatt!)
Even when I’m in the dust, I’m bangin’ it (Swea)
Yeah, before this rap shit, bitch, I had some stains in it (‘Fore)
Yeah, I was standin’ on Bleveland, nigga, bangin’ it (On God)
We were shootin’ at niggas, gettin’ shot at, nigga, ranger shit (Brr, brr, brr)
Yeah, but ain’t no anger shit (Yeah)
I stacked it up (Yeah)
I got a whole lot of free to give away balls, yeah (Let’s go)
I know Lil Chicken on that E, waiting on [?], yeah
She smoke that dope, her old man just died of some cancer (R.I.P. M[?])
I pulled up on her, I remember her, no answer (I remember)
I gave that bitch a thousand dollars, told her, “Baptist, ([?])
Take your ass down there to the church and go get seen’d about (Seen)
You just seen your boyfriend get seen’d about, yeah (R.I.P. boy)”
Baby, I bring the dream team out, yeah (Dream, dream)
Baby, I got that tartar mouth, yeah (Tartar)

[Interlude: Young Thug]
Gimme five seconds, let me drink up
*sips* Hmhm
*sips* Aye, let’s get it (Yeah)
Oh, my fault, that was four seconds (What?)
Give me one more, more, muhf-, more second (What?!)

[Verse 15: Young Thug & Karlae]
Uhh, now we can start rappin’ (Start)
Yeah, I was really rich, I ain’t never trappin’ (Trap)
You been hustlin’ for ten years, that means you bad at it
I just bought my muhfuckin’ diamonds straight out a rabbit, yeah (Swea)
Hunnid xans, I popped ’em up in Nobu, yeah (Popped ’em hellio, helly)
Also, yeah (Elliante)
They know wassup (Icier than a motherfucker, yeah)
Come give me your whole heart, yeah (Brown like [?])
I won’t stop, give it up, yeah (I got more ho[l]es than Kanye clothes)
You don’t need no more, you know, yeah (You got me peepin’ out the door)
Triple-R means Really Rich Rebels (You wanna go up on a pole)
Triple-R means Really Rich Rebels (Really rich, really rich, yeah)
You heard me? (You heard me?)
I wan’ touch your face (Please don’t) (You heard me?)
She said don’t touch her face, nah
‘Cause I dun’ had my hands all over the place, yeah (Woah)
I can respect it, but you better not reject me no more
Or I’ma beat your motherfuckin’ ass, I’m not your hoe, you my hoe, for sure (Fasho)
You better know (Remember)
Yeah, write it down, take a fuckin’ note (We should FaceTime [?], hahaha)
Take a picture, I don’t give a fuck, yeah (Nah, nah, nah)
Disrespect me, put your ass in a buck, yeah (Buck, buck)
Fuck you ’til you got the hiccups
Ah, ah, ah, and my knees up (Yeah)
You don’t got no worries, baby, put your feet up (Yeah)
You got your Burberry on, baby, I see you (I see you)
Yeah, you be my mamacita (Mamacita, oh yeah)
I’ll leave my girl ’bout you, I’m for real, yeah (I’ll leave my girl ’bout you, yeah)
I do my thing, baby, I know you (I do my thing)
Go ‘n’ do your thing on the Young Thug, too (Go and do your thing, yeah)

[Interlude: Young Thug & Karlae]
Yeah, would you leave your past and come fuck with me? (I know you will)
Say you promise (Hahaha, I promise)
Say you promise on the mic (Haha, no)
Say it… Say it! (I promise)
You gotta say it louder (I promise!)

[Verse 16: Young Thug]
Yeah, she promised, ah (She promised)
Therefore, she ain’t gotta worry ’bout none, she ain’t bummin’ (No way)
If she was, oh my god, I’ma run it, yeah (Run it!)
Up to Neiman’s, baby, spend a couple hunnid, yeah (Cash)
Spend a bundle, get them Versace drawers for me (Cash)
I’d like to see you walkin’ ’round in them drawers for me (Drawers, yeah)
Yeah, I want you cookin’, do all for me (Cookin’, do all)
Yeah, I want go against all them laws with me (Against all the laws)

[Interlude: Young Thug & Karlae]
Would you go against on my boss with me? Would you?
Hmhm, what’d you say?
I got a lil drink, you said, you said [?]? [?]’s not here
Would you?

[Verse 17: Young Thug]
Yeah, she said it official like some fuckin’ tissues (Yeah)
Hah, baby girl, you know I [?] to see you (Ah, I do)
Ah, I just did the front cover to GQ (Get it right now)
Issue, yeah, ah (Get it right, get it right now, get it right now)
If he ever hit you (Get it right now)
Better not tell me ’cause me and him gon’ have some issues (Woo)
Yeah, keep it to yourself, baby
I know you’ve heard that in the world, baby (Don’t tell nobody)
I know you wanna have my girl, baby (I’d love for you to)
I know you want us to get the world crackin’, yeah (I’m making love with your body)
Gon’ and get the world crackin’, yeah (Gon’ and get the world crackin’)
Let’s gon’ and get this thing brackin’, yeah (Let’s gon’ and get this thing brackin’)
Come sleep with me
I’ll take you to the mall tomorrow, spend a lot of Gs (On God, God)
Like this shit here grow on trees, haha (Bling, bling)
You can’t believe me, yeah
Until you hit the mall, now you can’t see me (Trash)

[Verse 18: Young Thug]
Money stacked up (Yeah)
Ahh, I just might ride on the bus (Like damn)
I might come out with a fuckin’ hunnid bucks (How you feel?)
I might come out with a million dollars up, yeah (Racks, racks)
I’m not whippin’ eggs, baby (Woo)
Is it white? Lil bit yellow? It’s dope instead, baby, yeah (Instead, yeah)
You red, baby, yeah (Red, yeah)
Pshh, gimme that head, baby, yeah (Bitch, gimme that head, yeah, yeah)
Let’s do the sixty-nine, and that’s the only time that you ain’t a dime (Let’s do the sixty-nine)
Let’s do the sixty-nine, that’s the only time that you ain’t a dime (Ain’t a dime)
You ain’t a dime, that’s the only time that you ain’t a dime (You hear me)
Yeah, you ain’t a dime, you ain’t that (I digg you)
Hear me? (With a golden shovel, you know what I’m sayin’?)
Hear me? (And what?)

[Verse 19: Young Thug]
When we do the sixty-nine, that’s the only time that you ain’t a dime, yeah (That you ain’t a dime)
You not his no more, baby, yeah, you mine, ah (You all mine)
You’re no longer his, baby girl, you’re all mine (I swear to God)
Yeah, I treat you the same, baby, know the Lord, mine (I know the Lord, uh)
Hah, buy you everything, flood your bank account with diamonds (All you)
Do everything to you, beat you up, crying (Crying, baby)
Ah, bangin’ red like a strap, uh, yeah (Sing it)
Yeah, riding around the city on a helicopter, yeah (Skrt, skrt, yeah)
I wan’ meet your papa (I wan’ meet you)
Your mama died, I swear to God I wanna meet her, yeah (I swear I wanna meet her)
My lil brother can’t wait to see you, yeah (I’ll sing for your love)
I’ma ball ’em, they can’t dee him, yeah (I’ma take care of you, that’s love, yeah)
I’ma have him ballin’, they can’t dee him (Don’t give us up, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He don’t got no phone, baby, don’t call him, you know you cannot receive him (Can’t receive)
Yeah, we going to church to get them demons off him, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Come, see by him, God (I pray that the devil go away, God)
I’ma turn him onto God (Yeah)
I turned you onto God, how dare you? (How dare you!)
Turned you onto God (Yeah, I did)
Baby, bless you (Ah, ah, Jesus)
Never stress you (Never stressin’ it)
Too beautiful, ah (Beautiful)
Got your baby hair laying right down, like oh, oh, you pitiful (I’ll never be pitiful)

[Interlude: Young Thug]
Y’all girls, y’all know how to get a nigga, hahaha
You gon’ fuck ’round and get you a kid from a nigga (Get you a kid, yeah)
Yeah, you gon’ fuck ’round and get blessed for the rest of your muhfuckin’ life, yeah (Your life, yeah)
You gon’ fuck ’round and get blessed ’til you muhfuckin’ die, yeah (Real pimp)

[Verse 20: Young Thug]
I know that ain’t the reason why you winded, I’m just tellin’ you gon’ be winnin’ (You win)
Fuckin’ with me (Fuckin’ with me, yeah)
Yeah, if I’m hot, baby, duck it with me (Duck it, ah, ah)
You compare, yeah, yeah, you said, baby, you was rare (Baby)
Yeah, yeah, she say she’s prepared (Yeah!)
She’s so sexy, she got on, oh she don’t really rare (She’s rare)
And I don’t know how to test it, but yeah, yeah, baby, yeah
I’ma eat it inside, I’ma eat it like a bear, yeah, yeah
I’ma eat it like a bear, money greener than my pear, uh (Eat pussy)
Me and you together, we a pair (We the pair, baby, yeah)
Baby girl, throw it in the air (On a private jet)
Your lil girl ain’t got to worry ’bout a thing, yeah (I swear to God)
I’ma buy her a lil Y-S chain, yeah (Chain, yeah)
She gon’ look my motherfuckin’ name, yeah (Like she wearin’)
Yeah (Swea, freezin’)

[Interlude: Young Thug]
Aye, somebody call Ice Box, man, lemme get baby girl some, umm
Floss on the bitch, you know what I’m sayin’? (Yeah)
Yeah, it cost a little digits (Bitch)

[Verse 21: Young Thug]
Yeah, you flossy, you bossy (You flossy, you bossy)
Yeah, they play with you, put ’em in coffins, and they ain’t duffles (Ba, ba, ba)
Woo, yeah, I’m cookin’ up fish and a muhfuckin’ dolphin (Woo, ah)
Yeah, I put that Dickies suit right in her muhfuckin’ closet (Ah, say it)
Yeah, I’m in red Chucks when I’m walkin’ on muhfuckin’ Slauson (Blatt, blatt, go, baby)
She tired of me rappin’, but I dare to do this thing walkin’ (Do it)
Yeah, I just bought a muhfuckin’ Bentley, I’m dealin’ with law
I pulled up a Bentley with forgies, I dare you to leave me to dead and cough (Ahh)
Damn, I just fucked it up, but I can speed it up, I can get it right back, yeah, yeah
I can get the white crack, yeah, yeah
Put the dick right in her, she came back like it was cooked crack, yeah
Ah, ah, she like, “How the fuck did you did that?” Yeah, yeah
I was like, “I was smokin’ lean and drinkin’ me some thrax,” yeah, yeah (Sheesh)
I’m different
I said I was smokin’ lean and drinkin’ some thrax, oh, wait (Yeah, ah)
I had to slow it down, yeah
‘Cause I know that you can’t catch that, yeah
There you go actin’ like a brat, brat, yeah (That’s mine)
Tell me what you want, I want a nap sack, yeah, pshh (Go)
Bend you over, fuck you from the back, back, pshh (Yeah, nigga)
Pull out your jewel tracks, I can’t afford that (Yeah, cash, yeah, ah, yeah)
Babe, you snorin’, yeah (Snorin’)
Fuck you so long, I can make you snorin’, yeah (Snore, yeah)
Her lil toes are so sexy (Sexy)
I’ma lick ’em while she my lady, yeah (Know she wet, get it right, nigga, yeah)
Looks are deceiving (Yeah)
This shit can get freaky (Aye)
This shit can get beated (No, really)
This shit can get beated up (Beat)
This shit can get nutted in (Yeah)
This shit can have strong between us (Yeah)
This shit can have all the bees (Ah)
And this bitch don’t need no friends (Ah)
I got so much money on me (Ah)
You can call them your friends (Yeah)
Baby, I’m your friend, yeah
Them are your hands
I give it to you, won’t take it back, bae, that is your end, yeah
You can know it, yeah (Woo, wooh!)
How long have I been going Staf? (Yeah, yeah)
How long have I been going Stafa? (Please, hey!)
Tell me, but don’t stop it, nigga, yeah (Can’t stop)

[Interlude: Young Thug]
How long I been going bro? (Yeah, yeah)
Thirty minutes? Huh?
I can’t hear you
Thirty minutes? (I ain’t do that, but fuck it, let’s get it, yeah)

[Verse 22: Young Thug]
I been rappin’ for thirty minutes, and that’s why baby girl tired, yeah, ah (I can’t tell)
I’ma see her when she admire me, yeah (When it’s light out)
I’ma accept her apology, yeah (Ah, suck it, yeah)
Fuck her good, and now she be stalking me, yeah (She cookin’, she lookin’)
I ain’t get killed, nigga, ain’t no coffin me, yeah (No way, no way)
Only thing I cough is when I smoke some weed, yeah, yeah (*cough*)
Ah, bumble bees in here (Brr, brr)
Mountain Dew spill it bad, aye
Two cups, yeah
Teflon, what it do, son? Yeah (Aye)
I told my bitch I want a coupon, yeah (Coupon, yeah)
I wanna fuck her on a futon
I got it out of Lennox, and it was a pretty penny, yeah (It ripped, couple grand)
I wanna see your body print all in it, yeah (All in it, yeah)
I wanna see your muhfuckin’ bitch in it, yeah (Yeah, I wanna see her)
I’ma nut, I wanna see babies swimmin’ all in you
Udigg it? I digg it (I digg it, swear)
With a golden shovel, yeah (On God)
With an iced out, not AP, but the Rollie bezel, yeah (Bling, blaow, yeah, hunnid racks)
Uh, show-n-tell it, yeah (Cash, cash)
A blind man ain’t got business all at the movies, nigga, yeah (Blind man ain’t got business)
A deaf man ain’t got no business all in a band, nigga, yeah (Deaf man ain’t go no business)
I’m just tryna count these bands, just gimme some racks, yeah, yeah (Yeah, gimme some bands, bands, bands)
Yeah, ah! (Yeah)
Agh! (Just gimme some bands, bands, bands, hey!)
Yeah…

Gunna – 3 Headed Snake Lyrics

[Intro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Shit, me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
I bought me a Benz, it came with a shank
I fuck on your friends, I fuck on your bae
Every time I pretend, it came with a bait (Uh-huh)
I was in a Royce, I was seeing space
‘Bouta fuck a bitch brain, my DM’s late
Bitch, you ain’t my sensei
You could use my nut to cleanse your face

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Bitch, drink my nut like E&J
I was fucked up bro, had to reinstate (Uh-huh)
Look and see I’m straight
We sexin’, we ain’t got a birthday cake (Uh-huh)
Gotta keep an AK
These niggas play games like arcade (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Porsche
See you’re unloyal, had to part ways (Uh-huh)

[Verse 3: Young Thug & Gunna]
I drip on my dawg’s stage
I brought this shit down at the Barclays (Uh-huh)
I fucked her at Ross place
I ran it up, fillin’ my dawg’s safe (Uh-huh)
Cashed out on some dog, yay
You niggas was taught to follow the way (Uh-huh)
I blocked a thot today
Stop blowing up my number and stalkin’ my page (Uh-huh)
I got a thot, uh, I got a thot, hey
If I leave the spot, I go to the yacht, hey
New Gucci stocks, cover her twat, hey
Givenchy socks, dress up the spot, hey
Jeepers creepers, the gators got measles, shit
I fucked up the bank, bought a rose gold shank, yeah
No realer than this
Dunk with the assist, we hit us a lick (Lick)
Slime in that bitch
I went and got rich, my necklace glist’ (Yeah)
Two hundred a fist
One hundred my bitch, I’m real as it get (Uh huh)
Talkin’ that shit, I hope your kids still humped all your kids
They hit up my mans
They caught him down bad, I want some revenge
I ran up them M’s
Need cash in my bank or pull up in a Brinks

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Verse 4: Young Thug & Gunna]
Top off the Benz, the one with no space
It’s drivin’ itself, hit the gas and the brakes
I had her bent inside of the Wraith
The size, the tint, the curtain, the weight
I had to sprint all way to the end
I lost some old friends, couldn’t keep up the pace
Copped the new Lam’ and put it on land
These fuck niggas mad, I see it in they face
The jet that I’m on, its muzzle got Wraith
I’m dodging the rain and I’m dodging the hate
I don’t need a pass ’cause I’m not in school
You playin’, you gon’ be another cold case
My diamonds gon’ dance, they come and enhance
My dick in her hand, I bet it get ate
I spent sixty bands on one of my cases
The paperwork in, my co-D is safe
YSL, we the guys
We murder him and his tribe
I show you around like a spy
This city is mine ’til I die, ah
Patek the rock, ah
Soon up, we shoot at your spot, ah
Perfectly aim for the top, ah
Fuckin’ your ho ’til she tired, yeah
Yeah, just look at these rocks, uh
Lil’ mama got top, it’s wet as a mop, whoa
I creep in the spot
It’s knot knots on me on the way out
Got too many vibes
She feelin’ my brother, we swiggity-swap (Thugger)
Keep sendin’ him Dots
I’m gon’ free my cousin, I won’t let him rot
You sent me a dyke
I fucked her so good, I got her back right
It’s locked, and she got Suge jaws
But I never want the key to the heart, nah
She say my music art
And love it when I’m rappin’ with a guitar
We really came from the A
My shit flowin’, havin’ plenty of bars

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Outro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh (Aimin’ at a gate)
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate (Aimin’ at a gate, mmh)
(Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate)

Lil Yachty – We Outta Here! Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Yah, yah, yah, yah (ugh), yah, yah (Ayy)
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Uh-huh), yah
Hoo, yah, gang, gang, gang, gang (Lil Boat)
Yah, uh, yah, yah, yah, yah

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Cuttin’ off my old ho (Old ho)
Catch it, just like Ocho (Ocho)
Loaded, just like Loso
Take it out, go loco
Ice made bitches too nice (Too nice)
Bentley coupe like white rice (White rice)
Skrrt, he outta here (Gone)
Seven grand just for the Cartier
Yah, yah, yah
Got bitches like XO (XO)
I’m more dog, no Petco (Petco)
Boomin’ just like Metro
Hey, hey, your boyfriend a maggot
Probably is a-
And his outfit tragic (Hah)
Bank roll look like cabbage (Yuh)
Bank roll look like- (roll)
Bank roll look like cabbage (Uh)
Fuck these hoes, they average
Uh!

[Post-Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, I got the Glock in the bag
Ayy, I got the Glock with the du-du-du (Uh!)
I got the beam, it’s attached, ugh
Aim at your wig get it snatched (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Minding my own business
Flex big time, fitness (Ooh)
Gotta get rid of your witness (Skrrt, skrrt)
Young nigga handle my business (Ooh)
Front yard lookin’ like Forza (Forza)
Bad bitch lookin’ like Georgia (Ooh)
Hit from the back, she call it torture
I got them hips, hop, scorcher (Bih!)
Fuck her one time, now that bitch cannot let go
I’m with K Preme sparkin’ gats at the Safeco
Flip up the phone (Brr), Metro
Suck on my balls (Skeet), Petco
I’m like Capone with a chop
SK with a stock, need me a hundred round
They outta stock (Du-du)
I want your bitch, she just-
I’ma jump in it head first off the top (Hey)
These niggas mad that I’m rich (Fuck ’em)
F them, my bitch is my bitch
My wrist is my wrist (Yeah, yeah)
YSL robe when I go take a piss? (Bling)
Ice in my teeth, when I smile see the glitz (Bling, bling)
I got her pissed off, 21 hours drinkin’ Crystal (Skeet)
I’m ’bout to cut the Bentaygas (Skeet, skeet)
Park VIP at the playoffs (Lil Boat)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Cuttin’ off my old ho (Old ho)
Catch it, just like Ocho (Yeah, Ocho)
Loaded, just like Loso (Mhm)
Take it out, go loco (Yup)
Ice made bitches too nice (Too nice)
Bentley coupe like white rice (White rice)
Skrrt, he outta here (Gone)
Seven grand just for the Cartier (Yah)
Yah, yah, yah
Got bitches like XO (XO)
I’m more dog, no Petco (Petco)
Boomin’ just like Metro (Metro)
Hey, hey, your boyfriend a maggot
Probably is a-
And his outfit tragic (Hah)
Bankroll look like cabbage (Yuh)
Bankroll look like, roll
Bankroll look like cabbage (Uh)
Fuck these hoes they average
Uh!

[Post-Chorus: Lil Yachty & Young Nudy]
Ayy, I got the Glock in the bag
Ayy, I got the Glock with the du-du-du (Uh!)
I got the beam, it’s attached, ugh
Aim at your wig, get it snatched (Lambo)

[Verse 2: Young Nudy]
Yo, double OG
Big dog, young nigga parrot, I eat (yeah)
All them niggas, yeah, behind my back (Humble!)
Say the word, you know the niggas is wack, wax (Frizzy)
All these niggas rappin’ wax, wack (Yeah)
All that bullshit you’re sayin’, wack (Huh?)
You ain’t gangsta and you know that’s facts (What?)
I’m a real gangster, nigga, know that, yeah
Shoot a nigga straight in the head like a throwback
You know I turn your head ’til you throw back (Ba-ba-ba-bow!)
And I been kickin’ shit for a long time
Young nigga been gangsta from way back (Yeah)
Takin’ shit nigga from way back (Way back)
AK-47 for that (For that)
You don’t nigga wanna go down (Go down)
Yeah, your bitch wanna go down (Yeah)
Bring your bitches to the spot (The spot)
Trap spot, yeah, the block stay hot (Stay hot)
Big Glock, bitch, know it stay hot (Stay hot)
Go two guns deep, that’s for Pete (That’s for Pete)
Murder gang, bitch that’s me (Bitch, on Blood)
Double RP, yeah that me (Yeah)
And I’m ridin’ double R (Double R)
Bet your bitch see the star (See the-)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Young Nudy]
Cuttin’ off my old ho (Old ho)
Catch it, just like Ocho (Ocho)
Loaded, just like Loso
Take it out, go loco (Yeah)
Ice made bitches too nice (Yeah)
Bentley coupe like white rice (Bentley coupe)
Skrrt, he outta here (Outta here)
Seven grand just for the Cartier
Yah, yah, yah
Got bitches like XO (XO)
I’m more dog, no Petco (Petco)
Boomin’ just like Metro (Metro)
Hey, hey, your boyfriend a maggot (Maggot)
Probably is a-

Lil Yachty – SaintLaurentYSL Lyrics

[Intro]
Earl on the beat

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
We don’t get no sleep ’til the mornin’
I whip my dick when she yawn
I’m on the tour bus, I’ve been tourin’
I think I’m gonna cop me a foreign
I want a white 488, yeah
I came off from sellin’ four 48s, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I came off from scammin’ and swipin’
Steal from my neighbor, I’m triflin’
Finna go cop me a raptor
Ride that lil’ bitch like a bison
New Chanel boots, shawty look like she hikin’
I’m takin’ her likin’, y’all textin’, I’m pipin’
I feel like a viking, I’m all with the shits
Shotgun shell turn his head to grits

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Still duckin’ Feds ’cause I heard they lookin’ for me
Got a hundred Dracos in the hood, I run up, homie
Walk around with all this jewelry on, they will not take it from me
And them packs came from the West Coast, that’s how we get the monies

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
No cap, get ’em, got ’em, gone
Give a dog a bone
Young nigga, fly shit, thank God I’m on
Nigga respected, all good in all zones
I’m feelin’ the energy, even my enemy’s

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL (Lil Boat)
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

Young Thug – Jerome Bettis (Still) Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yea
Yeah yeah yeah
Wheezybeats

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Bae, ya dig
Oh yeah yeah
Dont walk nowhere, you in a weelchair yeah
Dont stop and stare, she mine yeah
Look at my pimp card, player yeah
These hoes will do you the baddest
If you find one bad bag
If you find a bad bitch then keep her
Foreign cars, they back in
Never pour no trash
Im red like a firetruck, just got back from NASA
Bought my bitch the new wagon, you dont know nothin bout [?]
A red carpet, the ground that she walk on
I told her to get whatever she want

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Im still gettin fetti, pockets [?] lettuce (racks)
Young nigga so broke I can bet it (broke), I know he a rat he go tellin’ (snitch)
These rappers they pussy I smell it (pussy), I want that bread like a deli (bread)
Pour by the four I dont match (lean) , bitch I need all of my extras (extras)
All of these niggas they act like they with it and ain’t even ready
Bitch Im goin out like Ox did on Belly came from the block i was robbin and sellin
Talk out a pole with a Mac-11, [?] the dice so we servin [?]
Count up that cash, I need that guap
Count up that cheese, I need a knot
She suck on the dick like a lollipop, told her booled up on the molly rock
We sip that lean we dont drink Ciroc, put on Celine when I’m steppin’ out
I got that beam on the K, YSL got it engraved
Pussy niggas throwin’ shade, kill them and piss on their grave

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Im still gon’ serve you, I still got birds too
These drugs won’t hurt you, these drugs won’t hurt you
Still got a egg beater (skrr skrr), still got an old pot (skrr skrr)
Still niggas still plottin’, still niggas gettin’ shot
Big ol’ bankroll, pockets on snot nose
Took a bitch out the hood, and put her in designer clothes
I’m in my rarri, took a plate to Calamari (eat it up)
Rings like Horry, play like Curry, bitch Im sorry
Thats why a nigga need a bad bitch, she know how to treat a savage
She won’t even talk to 12, she ain’t even gotta ask me
Trappin’ out a old park, pull up dinosaur, Jurassic
She got a cute face, bad body, but I took her now she all plastic
Barbie doll, barbie doll, Trapstar, block boy
Thousand feet from a neighbor cause I want a tiger and I paid for it
Imma ride with him, Im gon’ slide with him
I might put my trust in him, I might put my pies in him
I ain’t gon get tied in him, Imma fly with him
Imma, yeah

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

Gunna – World Is Yours Lyrics

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
Ridin’ that horse like a foreign (Skrrt)
VS1 stone in my charms (Stone)
No weapon shall ever be formed (No)
Tattoos on my neck and my arms (Arms)
Got garments that’s never been worn (Nope)
Got the diamonds the same color orange (Orange)
YSL the gang, come and join us (YSL)
Stay down and the world gon’ be yours (Stay down)

[Verse 1]
My foot on they neck, her pussy stay wet
Put nut on her breasts, Gunna triple X
Cough syrup back-to-back, I hardly get rest
I fucked her like Thugger, just want me some sex
I’m never sober, too much of this red
Designer my cover, I drip in the bed
Bring me a bundle, I need rubber bands (Need rubber bands)
I done blew cheese and I don’t want the ranch
I’m a rockstar, I play with these bands
Come watch me blow through these racks like a fan (Racks like a fan)
I just went got out, I’m back at it again
The two-door couple new, I’m still waitin’ on a tint (Yeah)
Rackades, I had to invest in a bag (Uh)
Live the good life, all my bitches is bad (My bitch bad)
Take the price up, watch how niggas get mad (Uh)
Biscotti Backwoods, stopped smokin’ the grass

[Chorus]
Ridin’ that horse like a foreign (Skrrt)
VS1 stone in my charms (Stone)
No weapon shall ever be formed (No)
Tattoos on my neck and my arms (Arms)
Got garments that’s never been worn (Nope)
Got the diamonds the same color orange (Orange)
YSL the gang, come and join us (YSL)
Stay down and the world gon’ be yours (Stay down)

[Verse 2]
These not G-STAR, coupe got On-Star (Uh)
Syrup make me slop, I sip that raw (Uh)
Life of a slime, I love somethin’ sharp (Slime)
Your girlfriend a dime, I might fuck her raw (Uh)
I lost my patience, I took that boy off
They think I’m racist, my white gon’ be Off
Your diamonds fugazi, don’t none of it cost
Whip that double R crazy, won’t do me like Ross (No)
Cherish my freedom, don’t live by the law
If my brothers get rich it’s gon’ be all my fault (Be all my fault)
Can speak for itself, so I barely can talk (Barely can talk)
My shirt match the belt and the belt match my drawers
I left ’em a trace, I drip when I walk
Busy as fuck, I can’t answer my calls (Answer my calls)
We livin’ up, no more shoppin’ in Ross (Nah)
Me and Wheezy way ’bout to fuck up the mall

[Chorus]
Ridin’ that horse like a foreign (Skrrt)
VS1 stone in my charms (Stone)
No weapon shall ever be formed (No)
Tattoos on my neck and my arms (Arms)
Got garments that’s never been worn (Nope)
Got the diamonds the same color orange (Orange)
YSL the gang, come and join us (YSL)
Stay down and the world gon’ be yours (Stay down)

[Outro]
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Permanent Scar Lyrics

[Intro]
Whoa Kenny

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Got to the top of the mountain like a lion
I’m tryna see what the business
Came from the block and right now it’s that time
I made it out of the trenches
Never look back, I ain’t pressing rewind
Thank God for the way that I’m living
I never slipped off my pivot
And I can tell you how I did it

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars
I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Money calling everybody ’round me, way in Abu Dhabi eating fisheyes
Taking dimes at a seven store hotel, at the top the penthouse
Wine and dine on a big roof, we got monkey like a chimpanzee
The dogs with me, yeah Kenzu
I was fuckin’ gettin’ sucked up by a three nothin’ that’s been two
They was all tease, now they wouldn’t do
For me, know the whole crew
‘Cause they know we all players, no suits
YSL the slime, we not Saint Laurent
They don’t respect your mind when you born blood
Rented a Benzo, with a Maybach on the pillows
I put Balenciaga on my boxers, hands on the trigger

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
Got a gangster bitch and she so uncut
That she don’t even speak English
Talkin’ ’bout money, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’
We don’t speak the same language
My bank account got a large amount, two bad bitches in the Bentley truck
We don’t do no cappin’, my whole team havin’
I done figured out that’s why they envy us
I’m in a Sprinter van, you on a city bus
And when we talk threes, yeah, we glizzied up
No matter where I’m at, I’m throwing sixties up
We can’t do you track ’cause we ain’t real enough
All in first class, we finna live it up
On the way to the bag, I ain’t givin’ up
For a couple racks you gon’ give it up, yeah, hey
Hi-Tech with the Wockhardt, livin’ life like a rockstar

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Pray for Reeboks and Versace
I upgraded from my Rosches
You set the bar and I top it
They can’t knock it, they know we the hottest
I collected way too many bodies
I think Thug gave me too many thousands
I pull up in that Benz with the highlands
I get lost in my house, you can’t find me
I’ma fuck her so good, now she can’t find no other
I done mastered this shit, I come straight from the gutter
I done mastered this shit so I’m used to shit
For a verse I got ten, gave it straight to my brother
Did a verse for a ten, gave it straight to my brother, yeah
I’ma say it like that, know you heard me, yeah

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars(permanent scars, permanent scars, permanent scars)

Young Thug – Scoliosis Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, drink this cum, bitch getting pumped (woo)
Black bitch, Keke Palmer (black bitch)
Yeah, pray for a lifetime when you bond us (SEX)
Yeah yeah, real slow when I pump her (woo woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, it’s a sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no sir)
I did it because the principle

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I’ma dance, I was sexin yo’ mama (woo)
Nigga we smoked ’em, we don’t care ’bout no karma
All the homies are protected like Obama (woo woo)
Ancient gold Rolex like a condom (yeah)
Rolls gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rolls gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a [?] (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, it’s a sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker (tec)
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no)
I did it because the principle

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Wide body benz with a big nose
Amazon bitch was in some white toes (let’s go)
She got extravagant head, know that deepthroat (deepthroat)
YSL, I’m only ’bout that lingo
That’s the beauty of it, sell some then we split
Coupled with Owen kicks, feds wanna take a pic
I saw some beauty in yo’ bitch, I’m tryna screw my dick
Came in your main real quick, now my kids born rich (let’s go, let’s go)
Ride the foreign, whip built up with toilets
I ain’t bring no cash out the back, cuddle my wallet
We soft like cottonelle, pussy nigga silent
I kill you rat, you stand no care in my conscious

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, living large

[Verse 3: Lil Duke]
Tesla truck (truck), yeah, we young and rich don’t give a fuck (give no fuck)
Heckler Koch (Koch), four five shells, yeah they gon’ live for more
Can’t wife no thot (wife no thot), I just fuck ’em then I give ’em up (I give ’em up)
Ten bands on the fit, hoes they say I do too much (I do too much)
They diggin’ this shit like a grave (grave)
Can’t do nothing ‘less, I’m gettin’ paid (paid)
My bitches so stuck in they ways (in they ways)
Walk through the back of the bitch, it’s a maze (it’s a maze)
Condo by lane, it’s a mall in it
Ain’t no one nigga, we all win (we all win)
Beat up that pussy, get tall in (tall in)
Lambo so low gotta fall in (fall in)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker (tec)
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no)
I did it because the principle

[Outro: Young Thug]
Rolls gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rolls gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a [?] (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)