Young Thug – UY SCUTI Album Tracklist and Lyrics

Blaming Jesus Lyrics by Young Thug

I love this on music

She say she hear a nigga cryin'
How the fuck you hear tears?
I wouldn't have told her, I was lyin'
I been pushin' this shit for years
Baby, I'm sorry, okay
Just say you love me, okay?
Just sayin' I'll be okay
You tired of me, okay, ayy

Real nigga stand up, we handle business
Keep it real, a opp'll tell you I'm the realest
Lil' bih, Mack Maine, Keed type shit
12 outside my house 'cause I'm rich
Niggas been gettin' sprayed, they know how we playin'
Got out Halloween, but, I'm no demon, baby
Niggas wax, I'm a bad father 'cause I raised 'em
'Cause I made her, I made 'em (Yeah, yeah)

I need real love in my face
Peace and blessings on my face
Let my love spread, this ain't a phase
Blaming Jesus off of my faith
My real brothers contribute to my pain
I'm puttin' racks up every single day
I've been copin', spendin' every day
I've been decent, livin' out of space

I came from nothin', now we made it to the top (To the top)
New Rolls-Royce with icing on the rocks, yeah (Rocks, yeah)
You a boss, just flex, you can do it
The next time I see you, we gettin' good (Good)
Just say that you love me, then prove it (Prove it)
Yeah, the Rolls-Royce Spectre gotta charge (Yeah)
Just keep it Presidential like your watch (Yeah)
I can see you love me when I look into your eyes
You poppin' out with me on a Thursday
Bought you a house, it ain't even your birthday
I'm tryna do your pussy the worst way
Come on, baby

She say she hear a nigga cryin' (I'm cryin')
How the fuck you hear tears? (Tears)
I wouldn't have told her, I was lyin' (I'm lyin')
I been pushin' this shit for years (For years)
Baby, I'm sorry, okay (It's okay-ay)
Just say you love me, okay? (It's okay-ay)
Just sayin' I'll be okay (It's okay)
You tired of me, okay (It's okay), yeah, yeah

I need real love in my face
Peace and blessings on my face
Let my love spread, this ain't a phase
Blaming Jesus off of my faith
My real brothers contribute to my pain
I'm puttin' racks up every single day
I've been copin', spendin' every day
I've been decent, livin' out of space
I need real love in my face
Peace and blessings on my face
Let my love spread, this ain't a phase
Blaming Jesus off of my faith
My real brothers contribute to my pain
I'm puttin' racks up every single day
I've been copin', spendin' every day
I've been decent, livin' out of space

Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Blaming Jesus off of my faith
My real brothers contribute to my pain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Blaming Jesus off of my faith

Catch Me I'm Falling Lyrics by Young Thug

Meetin' with my lawyer at the jail tonight
Put me in a room, said I ain't talkin' right (Yeah)
Turned me to a felon, now nobody would hire me
This rap shit gotta sell 'cause that's the only commodity (Yeah)
Every word you make, they say it's gang-linked and it's slurred
Broke down in a cell, I heard my brother was gon' turn
Lawyer asked me was I next, it'll never be my turn (Never)
One thing my niggas know, I don't lose sleep even when concerned
Get it right, get it right
Told my lawyer get it right, this for my life (This for my whole life)
He said I'm tryna beat it with you and tryna reason with you
And me and Keef, we with you, we forever ride (Ayy)
Smoke like zaza (Ayy), and let it fly (Ayy)
You niggas play and we lay, ain't got no delay
Court every day lurkin', I was geeked up on a Perky
Bein' sober wasn't worth it, talkin' 'bout a hundred-plus years
I'm like Lord have mercy, showed 'em niggas what was happenin'
Got a lot of business worth, tell the judge we was cappin'
We ain't never put in work, nigga couldn't even lie 'bout trappin'
We was televisin' the work, damn, fuck
Trappin' in the studio, she say it's inspirin'
Know she wanna fuck me by the way that she eyein' me
Answer every time I call her phone 'cause I need her
Interesting conversations, tellin' me 'bout society (Ayy)
You can see in my eyes (Yeah), I'm 'bout to roll the dice (Yeah)
I'm too big of a guy (What?) to be servin' up a life (Servin' life)
Okay, every time we fly, you know it's gonna be private
'Nother call from the lawyer, I'm startin' to feel psychic
Meetin' at the courthouse (Meetin' at the courthouse)
My partners broke into my house
My mind goin' north while everything around me goin' south
Yeah, feel like it snowy out (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah

Answerin' none of my calls
'Nother episode of you feelin' lost
I was gon' be right back, you ain't give me time to floss (Floss, yeah, yeah)
But it's not your fault, you used to niggas runnin' off
I just wish you was a boss
Don't worry 'bout that, I'ma get you right, I don't care 'bout the cost
You tired of tellin' me you tired of takin' losses
Tryna take you overseas and treat you like my dog, yeah
Tell me you foreign, Black, but you lookin' so foreign
Can't help that I'm fallin', catch me, I'm fallin'

Dreams Rarely Do Come True Lyrics by Young Thug
(Feat. Mariah The Scientist)

I'm so apprehensive, think I know what's coming
Think I know the difference between this and what I wanted
Thinking I'm submissive when I'm just a comet
Thinking that these are the makings of a perfect woman
Thinking that I know myself, I just know how it feel
Right before everything went numb
I feel like no one else
Like the sole one left and my neck piece one of one
And I'm growing complacent
Everybody's failing expectations
But everything just isn't worth complaining about, baby
It's only your breathe your wasting
'Cause everyone's impatient
No one even shows appreciation
And everyone around should know there's more to this life, baby

Oh, oh, oh
Ooh, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah

You see me when I walk out on the crowds
I see your big heart and I'm burning through it
Oh yeah, feeling a lil' complacent if you know what I mean
Aiming at your love with a beam
Said you ain't love no one, but me
I left you at the door so I had got you a key
You won't be locked out, oh, no
We got nothin' when we starting
Fuck my friends, fuck all my friends
Fuck my friends, fuck all my friends
Fuck my friends, I don't want nothin' but twins
Fuck my friends, fuck all my friends
Fuck my friends, fuck all my friends
Tell me, if you love me right now
If you love me ever, if you love me ever
If you love me forever, if you love me forever
Tell me

Who get no money, Spider? Everybody I know
The Bent' got all curtains, I fucked her, I was serviced
She almost made me feel like shit was worth it
My bitch a boss, but she like small purses (Yeah, yeah)
You want a Bentley, one with no curtains (Woah, woah)
You bad shawty, but you not curvy
We can just vibe, but that's on point, I'm tryna have sex with you
I let her get a massage inside a Bentley coupe
Why would you come and try to finesse me when I bought everything for two? (Yeah)
I was hittin' your friend, but I cut that ho off for you
Did it like a real nigga, solid, you didn't have a clue
Viral on the internet and now my baby mad
Acting like I lost my player card and went out bad
We was talkin' 'bout somethin' serious and it just made me sad
Why would I cry over a bitch, I gave to Gunna police ass?
You was supposed to call me back, but I'm glad that you didn't
I was turned up and I got rich and messy
My homie girl cheated with my other homie and he blew his brain
I seen her opps, so you know me, I had to flex my chain
Told shorty that she ain't nothin' like my ho, she lame
You said you dead and then you told and then they took your stand (Woah)
She asked me am I still gangsta and I said, "Probably"
I told her lil' shorty, "I'm black Ken and I need me a Barbie" (Hey)
Fast forward, they dressin' like me in 2012 (Hey)
I can get you rich, but make sure you prevail
I come from Jonesboro, South, they'll kill you if you tell
You don't take care of your kids, but if you're gay so then you're real
Flyin' out to Paris, the Benz is where we land
I'm piped up so my hotel a resident
Huh, stamp the passport out of country with it
Serve your papa R&B, got all hits
Had enough of rockin' the black, I'm goin' rose kit
You got nothin' on your wrist and your arm and on your necklace
Yeah, you started complaining, but ain't fixed yet
Half a mil' for the Richard, but the right time on my Rolex
Playin' by rich nigga rule and we can kick it
Up a lot of M's, I promise you my kids straight

Oh, woah, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dreams, they really do come true
Dreams, they really do come true
(Dreams, they really do come true)
(Dreams, they really do come true)

Fucking Told U Lyrics by Young Thug

I fucking told

I told you (What?), I told you (I told you, I fucking told you)
I told you (Uh-uh, okay), I told you (I fucking told you)
I told you (I told), I told you (Uh-huh, yeah, okay)
I told you once (Yeah, okay), I told you (Man)

Yeah, I'm so lit (Spider) on a bitch (Huh)
Come through Rick (Ricky), that's my bitch
We been sneakin', and it's lit (Oh, okay)
I been smashin' (Smash) for a year
I spent cash (On what?) on a trip (Oh, okay)
Five hundred bands (Bands) on my wrist (Ooh, yeah, yeah)
Wrist (Uh), wrist (Uh)
Naked (Naked), bad girl (Bad, bad)
Introducin' her to Barbie World (Barbie)
Askin', bet you get it (Bet)
Assassin, I kill that kitty (Uh)
Shut up, bitch, and make me (And make me)
You wanna date me (Uh-huh)
She wanna cake me (She wanna cake a nigga)
Birthday cake (Hol' on, yeah)
So cool, I'm eight (I'm cool, I'm eight)
On birthday cake (On cake)
Hit once, display (Display)
I'll call back later (I fucking told, Spider)

I told you (What?), I told you (I told you, I fucking told you)
I told you (Uh-uh, okay), I told you (I fucking told you)
I told you (I told), I told you (Uh-huh, yeah, okay)
I told you once (Yeah, okay), I told you

Aw, shit, we back outside (Uh-huh), we bring the thots out (Shit)
She hear ice (This cash), I brought the rocks out (The rocks)
She top the Birkin (Yeah), she smell like Baccarat (On God)
Go pick the car (Skrrt), 'cause all this our shit (This ours)
Bad small shit (Small), make that bitch a boss shit (Yeah, yeah, boss)
I never walk again (I never walk, bitch), I pull up, drop your jaw shit (Skrrt)
Before I talk shit (Uh-huh, talk, hol' on), go one-fifty, new closet (Go one-fifty)
I done unlocked it (Yeah), she wetter than a faucet (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, you big (Big), expand (Uh), expand (Uh)
You fuck around with lil' shawty (You fuck), you're my friend, get spinned (Spinned)
The door go up on the Benz (Skrrt), but this the Lam' (Uh), the Lam' (Lam')
She like, "Daddy, I'm fire," I'm like, "Yeah" (Yeah), "Yes, ma'am" (Yes, ma'am)
Yes, ma'am (Yeah), yes, ma'am (Yeah), yes, ma'am (Yes, ma'am), yes, ma'am (Ma'am)
Baby, come and tell 'em how you got me out the jam (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm gettin' richer than that pussy Uncle Sam (On God)
Rolls-Royces, Bentleys, and Can-Ams (I fucking told)

I told you (What?), I told you (I told you, I fucking told you)
I told you (Uh-uh, okay), I told you (I fucking told you)
I told you (I told), I told you (Uh-huh, yeah, okay)
I told you once (Yeah, okay), I told you

I'm So Dope Lyrics by Young Thug

Let's go
Turn me up a lil' bit, brodie
Yeah-yeah, uh-ah
Spyder, wagster
Yeah, King Spyder, the right way
Yeah

Uh, I'm King smoke, nigga, pass me the dope (Dope)
Every nigga 'round me go (Let's go)
Everything about me slow, ah
I'll pull a knife on a ho (On God)
Two-hundred foot yacht, oh (Ayy)
I'm 'bout to come to your coast (Woo)
Bitch got excited when I bought her the Rolls (Yeah)
Bitch ran over my toe (Chane'-ne')
Chane'-ne' crop on her toes (Chane'-ne')
She know she gotta stick to the code (Chane'-ne')
Everything 'bout me dope (Chane'-ne')
Everything 'bout me dope (Yeah)
Taurus 'bout to eat McDonald's
Get french fries for her (Yeah)
I'm so wavy, tsunami, woah, cowabunga
Cowabunga, pain, bum-dum, sure
Baguetties on the bitch and now she drunk
That nigga play, it's belt to ass, better run
I'm going Floyd Mayweather diamonds on you, punk
I told that bitch listen to me 'cause I'm the one (One)
She the two (Whew), I iced her crew (Yee)
Her mama too (What's up, ma?)
They say I'm goated now (Woah, woah)
Just left my P.O., back to sippin', nigga bloated now
Yeah-yeah, woah
Wake up, Chane'-ne' approach (Chane'-ne')
Balenciaga, no Coach (Balenci')
I'd rather flex on the low (Chane'-ne')
She'll never lie to the GOAT (Chane'-ne')
Everything about me dope (Chane'-ne')
Everything about me dope (Yeah)
Everything about me goated (Let's go)
Two C's all on her panties (Double up)
A rich nigga, I can't explain it (Nah)
A whole lot of M's I manage (Racks)
I take me a piss in Atlantic (Yeah, woo)
I took me a piss in the Pacific (That's facts)
The ocean, bitch, no kizzy (No kizzy)
This bad-ass bitch wanna kiss it (Mwah)
I told her, "Both hands, now spit in it" (Spit in that)
Everything we do is extended (Extended)
She open my dick hole then spit in it (Ayy)
I'm textin' lil' mama, "I'm missin' it" (I miss it)
I'm fuckin' her deep, my fist in it (Yeah, uh-huh)
She slippery wet, she twistin' it (Ayy)
Nigga play, we pull up blitzin' shit (Blitz)
Don't fuck with these niggas, I don't trust this shit (No)
R.I.P. Keed, no kizzy, shit (No kizzy)
My wristy hit, my kids on fleek, bitch, everything lit (Bitch, everything lit, woo)
Yeah, feel fabulous, I'm pouring my soda, I'm drinking Tris' (Pour up, drank)
I'm big dog 'round this bitch, nigga, everything intricate (I'm the big dog)
But ice on the bitch like Beyoncé, everything Tiffany (Beyoncé, Tiff')
She fucking me, I'm curling her, I'm lifting it (Beyoncé, Tiff')
We go together right now, but we mistresses (Hold on, hold on)
Uh, everything 'bout me GOAT, everything 'bout me dope (Hold on, hold on)
Everything 'bout me GOAT, everything 'bout me dope

Baby GOAT in this bitch

Invest Into You Lyrics by Young Thug
(Feat. Mariah The Scientist)

Long way from nothin'
Full potential, we reach that
I'll cop you everything you want
Everything that you need, baby
Cum three times for me, baby
We fuck on Versace sheets, baby
I got you fly down to your knees, baby
Put it on, put it on, hit the streets, baby, yeah

We at the top floor, Miami beach
And I been stayin' out of reach
I'm just stackin' up this cheese, yeah
Shawty fly down to her knees, bein' the best that she can be
Let me invest into you please, yeah (Oh)
Oh, yeah, yeah
Flood you with roses, know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Cop you a Rolls truck is what I'm talkin' 'bout

I'ma go passenger, let you drive us the most
Keep this shit low, you ain't tryna be superstar
Cash on delivery when you make it is far
Should've knew you was not who you said you are
You a baddie, baddie, killin' bitches is a tragic, yeah
You puttin' that stuff on so drastically
I forgot to ring but can you marry me?
Yeah, you should tell me yes, don't tell me no
Boogers on your chest, under your throat
I'ma kick the truth, realest shit I wrote
They keep it nasty, they keep me daisy, I'm going crazy

We at the top floor, Miami beach (Oh)
And I been stayin' out of reach
I'm just stackin' up this cheese, yeah
Shawty fly down to her knees, bein' the best that she can be
Let me invest into you please, yeah (Oh)
Oh, yeah, yeah
Flood you with roses, know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Cop you a Rolls truck is what I'm talkin' 'bout

I know you wanna spend on it
But you're coming like you want me to depend on ya
Say, "Yeah," put me in the pen on her
If bitches on you, you know I get on the fence for ya, yeah, yeah
It was like two weeks in when you went too sleepily
I know you was with me, put up with my ventin', yeah
You let me talk all night and you listen, yeah
I want you for life, got me wishin', yeah
I love you like I never loved before
You'll never find no one who loves you more
Think I fell too hard, now I'm soarin high
But from the front door to the floor and now

We at the top floor, Miami beach (Yeah-yeah)
And I been stayin' out of reach, oh (Oh, yeah-yeah)
I'm just stackin' up this cheese, yeah (Yeah)
Shawty fly down to her knees, being the best that she can be
Let me invest into you please, yeah (Oh, yeah)
Oh, yeah, yeah (Yeah, oh, woah)
Flood you with roses, know I'm talkin' 'bout
Cop you a Rolls truck is what I'm talkin' 'bout

Mami Lyrics by Young Thug
(Feat. Sexyy Red)

(Southside)
My mami (Think I love you), my mami
My mami (I'm in love with you), my mami
My mami (I ain't cuff you), my mami
My mami (I'm so in love with you), my mami

Shake that ass, mami, skip your class, mami
Come and fuck me, mami (Come and fuck me)
Come and suck me, mami (Yeah), I like fuckin', mami (Fuckin', mami)
I can put you up, I can tuck you, mami (Tuck you)
That shit wet as fuck, I think I love you, mami (I think I love you)
I love you, I never want another mami (I'm in love with you)
I subbed you, I'm not doin' no cuffin', mami (I ain't cuff you)
I love your tonsils, mami, smooth as butter, mami (I'm so in love with you)

I really love you, mami
Mami, mami, mami, mam' (Mami's over here, mami's over here)
Mami, mami, mami, mam' (Mami's everywhere, mami's everywhere)
Mami, mami, mami, mam' (Mami's everywhere, mami's everywhere, tic-tac)
Mami, mami (Yeah, yeah), mami, mam' (Mami's everywhere, mami's everywhere)

Tic-tac-toe (Tac), I just took your ho (Just took that bitch)
Told that bitch to leave the house, come hit the boat (Come hit the boat, ho)
Leave the kids with the daddy or the nanny (Mami)
On a jet-ski pourin' the liquor down your throat (We 'bout to skrrt)
Big-body foreign runnin' over cones (Yeah)
If you wanna know 'bout your pussy, bitch, you're sprung (Bitch, you're in)
Fuckin' her good, told the driver, "Take her home"
Send that bitch to Matty, told him, "Drip her out in Chrome"

Shake that ass, mami, skip your class, mami
Come and fuck me, mami (Come and fuck me)
Come and suck me, mami (Yeah), I like fuckin', mami (Fuckin', mami)
I can put you up, I can tuck you, mami (Tuck you)
That shit wet as fuck, I think I love you, mami (I think I love you)
I love you, I never want another mami (I'm in love with you)
I subbed you, I'm not doin' no cuffin', mami (I ain't cuff you)
I love your tonsils, mami, smooth as butter, mami (I'm so in love with you)
(It's Sexyy)

I think I love you, daddy (Yeah)
Ain't gon' lie, yeah, you been doin' your thing, daddy (Oh my God)
Let's have a baby, you gon' be my baby daddy (Duh)
I'm a hood bitch, but for you, I keep it classy (You know it, bae, damn)
Can you be my kid stepdaddy? (My daddy)
I really fuck with you (My daddy)
You my favorite boo (My daddy)
They ain't got nothin' on you (My daddy)
I'm in love with you (My daddy)
I'm in love, I know I am, and I'ma do whatever he say (Yeah)
Fuck y'all hoes, this my man, and he let me ride his face (Fuck)
Police get behind us, we ain't pullin' over, fuck the jakes (Zoom)
We ain't even gotta fuck, he pull up on me just to taste (Sexyy)

Shake that ass, mami (Shake that ass), skip your class, mami (Skip your class)
Come and fuck me, mami (Come and fuck me)
Come and suck me, mami (Yeah), I like fuckin', mami (I like fuckin')
I can put you up, I can tuck you, mami (Come and tuck me)
That shit wet as fuck, I think I love you, mami (I think I love you)
I love you, I never want another mami (I'm in love with you)
I subbed you, I'm not doin' no cuffin', mami (I ain't cuff you)
I love your tonsils, mami, smooth as butter, mami (I'm so in love with you)

Miss My Dogs Lyrics by Young Thug

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Either with us or against us
Get down to lay down
Made it from the trenches
Now we makin' toasts
Celebratin' niggas business
Y'all don't really get it
Dog is really home
Every other post, dog got different bros
Oh, no, no, that's not day one shit
That's dumb shit
All my dogs solid as they come, baby
Those are my niggas still with us
Those that stayed down through rough waters on the river
A few jumped ship, it is what it is
My life not still for me to even trip
Bunch of beautiful chicks, overseas trips
With the same dogs that was here for me (Real)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
All my dogs got the dog in 'em, all in 'em, all dogs
Dog, got the dog in 'em, all in 'em, all my dogs

Baby, I'm sorry
One of my biggest fears is losin' you to the internet
Wakin' up in our bed with you right by my neck
Sayin', "Don't you break a sweat"
Pillow talkin' ain't my game
Pillow talkin' ain't my name
Pillow talkin' ain't my name
Baby, I love you
I know you see this rain, I know you feel my pain
Look at these niggas bashin' me like Jesus 'cause I made it
Look at all this shit we've been through, baby cryin' in Mercedes
Fuck a jail call, I was playin', I'd never trade you
You was encouragin' me on my bad days
You pick the kids up, despite me bein' away
That's why every day you wake up, I'm tryna make you happy
I'm sorry for bein' a part of these hoes laughin' at you
I'm sorry for takin' you from who had you
Just to put you through this madness, I'm the reason you crashin'
How the hell you go to jail for me bein' bad?
I'm the reason they bashin' you, damn

Love to my niggas still with us
Those that stay down through rough waters can relate
Feel like my future ain't shit
It is what it is
Drizzy, you my brother
You know I ain't goin' against you, I got manners
Everything you did for the rap community, can't ban you
Never diss you, came to visit me at Cobb County like my kin do
Fuck the jail call, you know the other calls we had
Tryna get you, Metro, and Pluto on the same page
The internet don't know about it because real niggas don't say
Real niggas do and I learned that from you
We had our own differences, but Cash came through
And got us on the phone
Like why you and Cash beefin'? Nigga, he got us on the phone
He pulled up to my home
Ever since y'all niggas' differences, it never passed dawn
It's darkness every day
I called Metro on the phone and told him let it go
You can ask him what I say
Brother, some of y'all biggest hits together
The chemistry been there, nigga, I don't care about what they say

Wham, pick up the phone, yeah, talk to me, it's Spider
Taught you everything you know 'bout this shit, we for lifers
God told you in the bible, the devil will knife ya
Rats already winnin', don't let this shit divide us
You a real nigga, but you do real and hide it
Gave a couple niggas on this case $75,000
Helpin' with their lawyers and never speakin' 'bout it
I wish the world knew everything man, just like
How one thousand and trill you is my nigga
I swear to God bro, that's why
When you don't speak up for yourself and show them that you real
I be tryin' my best to just do that shit
Bro, just show niggas like, bro we real niggas
Bro, we solid, we don't speak on that shit, bro
We foundation of men, bro, we learned that shit from niggas like Pluto, you know I'm sayin'
Our OG's, niggas who, who and— who inspired us to do this music shit, you know I'm sayin'
It's all love and respect on my end, you already know that, bro
I don't even know why I'm speakin' on that type shit

Man, I miss my dog
Sittin' down and havin' talks with me
Walkin' me through this life shit, you deserve an apology
Standin' right beside you and you was right beside me
I don't gotta speak on your name, they know astrology
Always a dog to me, always kept it real
So I had one mission, that's to make you proud of me
Came and did an album with me when I wasn't even proud of me
Bitches told me that you talkin' bad, I know they lyin' to me
See you to yourself 'cause I know Scooter got you sad
I know what you told me, nigga, keep KB beside me
RIP to Street, yeah, juggin' been inside of me
You don't gotta talk about him, I know how you feel, you cried to me
If he was livin' right now, he'd tell you, "Call Thug"
Love you for real so when I see your son, I give him hugs
You treat my deaf brother, like your own brother
Nigga, Casino in my will right next to my mama, yeah

Savage, you are a real nigga, don't let them tell you different
You've been callin' my phone ever since niggas went missin'
I wish the Internet could hear the calls, I'm so serious
Like how I got you and Wham on the phone to settle differences
You tried to get me and Lucci on the phone, plenty
Like how I got Pluto and Drizzy on another mission
It might not even work out, but at least I could say I did it
Like, you did that Thugger, you did that, you did that
Nigga, pat yourself on the back, you did that
Nah, for real, for real, you did that

Man, I miss my dog
1017, this shit for life
Me and you against the world, we back to back plenty nights
Nigga, you know you ain't soft and you didn't raise a rat
Nigga, Guwop word law, I think Jeezy'll tell you that
Nigga, please I'm not a rat, but that cheese where it's at
All the niggas on the case that didn't take pleas, that is that

My family, where you at?
My daddy think my mama other kids his, and that's a fact
My sisters and my brothers, I love you
Broke down my first million with all y'all 'cause I love you
You ain't gotta be around, just know nothin' is above you
Stimulatin' my mind since a kid better than drugs do
Mama, I'm sorry, daddy, I'm sorry
For tryna to make them get it when then they don't understand me
Made some mistakes, now the game tryna ban me
They don't want your child no more, now they tryna plan B me

Either with us or against us
Get down to lay down
Made it from the trenches
Now we makin' toasts
Celebratin' niggas business
Y'all don't really get it
Dog is really home
Every other post, dog got different bros
Holdin' on, no, that's not day one shit

Money On Money Lyrics by Young Thug (feat. Future)

Money on money, these millions, ya dig? I'm spending this shit on my bitch and my kids
I'm sittin' in the Bent, not the Benz, this motherfucker pink slip nigga no rent
I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These fuck niggas tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend
Drop-top Rolls Royce, I'on know the kind, I'on know the name of it
Fucked this lil' bitch last night and this morning, but I'on know the name of her
She told that pussy she don't know nun' about him, and it fucked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud

Mama, you a thot, I'on want shots
Brother, you a rat, twin, you a pack (My brother)
Running through Saks, Louis V slacks
Hermès trench, swimming pool heated
She ain't tryna eat it, Shawty, you can beat it (She ain't tryna what?)
Drinkin' 2-liter, ride a 2-seater, ridin' with a eater (Uh-huh, beef)
Calling me papi, I'm calling her mami and señorita (Uh-huh, yeah, all of it)
I ain't being cocky, but I been putting on ever since beepers
Fuck me good the first day, a nigga might keep her (I might keep her good)
Blowing money fast like a fucking cheetah (Damn, he does good)
I been in the trenches filled with hyenas
Bugatti Spider whippin' that bitch from the side

Money on money, these millions, ya dig? I'm spending this shit on my bitch and my kids (Puttin' this shit up for my kids)
I'm sittin' in the Bent, not the Benz, this motherfucker pink slip nigga no rent
I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These fuck niggas tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend (On God)
Drop-top Rolls Royce, I'on know the kind, I'on know the name of it
Fucked this lil' bitch last night and this morning, but I'on know the name of her (What's her name?)
She told that pussy she don't know nun' about him, and it fucked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud

You identify my bitches with APs
She ain't got a AP, she is not mine
You cold, he cold
She belongs to the streets

Spoiled lil' bitch wearin' a Patek, rose gold snake, she a baddie
Transpo foreign, go slatty, doggin' out a ho like Shaggy
Could've went Spec, went Caddy, pull up with the cutter, we ready
Fucked a opp bitch, I'm petty, iced out bolognese spaghetti
First off gotta go baguetti, talk less, do more spinning
Walk down, shit'll get drenchy, turnt the whole city up litty
Bad bitch could've went viddy, Savage 21 killers
Brabus riding witcha sister, dog-ass ho, you a thotty
Bruh turn cop, new body, twin, you a rat, you smoked
Shoot 'em in the head, you da GOAT, could've went fed, went broke
Trap nigga living out the ocean, the Phantom, the Rolls I don't know
The eaters go wherever I go

Money on money, these millions, ya dig? I'm spending this shit on my bitch and my kids
I'm sittin' in the Bent, not the Benz, this motherfucker pink slip nigga no rent
I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These fuck nigga tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend
Drop-top Rolls Royce, I'on know the kind, I'on know the name of it
Fucked this lil' bitch last night and this morning, but I'on know the name of her
She told that pussy she don't know nun' about him, and it fucked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud

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Ninja Lyrics by Young Thug

This is the most of them
This is the one that you see the shadow in the back of the room
He's the one directing traffic
He is the one that we're all afraid of
He's the one that's King Slime, he's pulling the shots
He is the most dangerous of the twenty-eight, judge
And I, I implore you not to grant him a bond, he is dangerous
The setup they've given to you is actually going to be less control, not more
If he gets a burner, judge, and the court may know this
A lot of the communications that Mr. Williams is on is on FaceTime
Because it's not traceable, it's not trackable
And we know that to be their MO
He gets a burner, he gets in there
He runs his gang from inside
And he won't get that, and no one's gonna throw his cell
I know what the investigator said, with all due respect
That's not the jail, that's their job
It's not the job of twenty-four officers being paid by Mr. Williams
That's not their job
The job is the sheriff of Fulton County or any other sheriff where our sheriff decides to put Mr. Williams, that's their job
He is dangerous
And, and I
I normally don't do this
But I don't hesitate in this case
Respectfully, judge, I believe if you give him a bond
We're gonna have more witnesses in danger or gonna be missing
I believe he's that dangerous, judge
Yeah, Spider
King Spider
Yeah
Oh, yeah

Drop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust
Nigga, you ain't on your shit
Big dog right now, fuck nigga talkin' 'bout?
Bitch, I ain't hittin' that bitch (No)
Lil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' no cash, my niggas are rich
Lil' bitty bag, you niggas ain't gettin' this shit like us, nigga, we gettin' it
On the way to the party to take they hoes
I come straight from the ghetto, my big dog trappin' loads
We got a lot of pink toes, they wanna sell they soul
Lil' bitch got choked out tryna send the lo' out (Huh)
We trappin' and rappin', you bitch (Let's go)
We puttin' that shit on head to toe (Woah, woah, woah)
We sell out the stadiums, yeah (Let's go)
We puttin' baguettes on the hoes (Woah, woah, woah)
My nigga, I'm trench as it get (Let's go)
These fuck niggas sellin' they soul (Woah, woah, woah)
We pop it wherever we go (Let's go)
We sellin' these lil' niggas hope (Let it breathe)

Yeah, it's King Spider, man, these niggas look up to us (Let it breathe)
That's a fact, everything we do (Let it breathe)
But everything we do is a translation (Let it breathe, yeah)

Rolled me up some stanky fuckin' dank, yeah
They follow us 'cause it ain't nothin' we can't get, yeah
Big baguettes on a ship, I sanked it, yeah
Every time they play, we spankin' 'em, yeah (You want a whoopin', son?)
When she can't get ahold of you, she call me, yeah
I'm the one left the Gucci socks in your sheets, yeah
Talkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah
I chop off the beat
I chop down a freak (Woo), the spot got a reek in it (Hey)
It's smellin' like Baccarat (Woo), Victoria's Secret shit (Okay)
I bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doin' Chanel
They wanna be just like us and all they bitches can tell, nigga
Nigga, nigga
I'm callin' my opps nigga
They better not play with me, nigga
I sleep with the K with me, nigga
Some bad shit lay with me, nigga
My kids, they straight, you nigga
I'm not fake, you nigga
Black diamonds today, I'm a nigga
Nigga, nigga
I'm callin' my opps nigga
Nigga, nigga
I'm callin' my opps nigga

On The News Lyrics by Young Thug
(Feat. Cardi B)

Yeah, yeah, Spider (We got London on the track)
Let's go

Hundred niggas with me like we Fort Knox (Hunnid)
Press the issue, we run through it like a MAC truck (Ran)
Bitch, I'm the freshest at the gala, nigga, what? (Ayy)
The pointers on my wrist, it got lil' mama eatin' me up (Huh, eat me up)
I flooded my wrist, rainbow Rollie like a pump (Spider)
Tonight we step on them, nigga, it's time to mask up (Let's ride)

Do you know how it feel to see your face on the news? (Ayy)
Do you know how it feel to see your face on the news?
Do you know how it feel to see your face on the news? (Ayy)
I thought so, nigga, yeah (Yeah)

VVS's on her wrist and now she splurgin' me (VVS's on her)
That AK get to hittin', them bullets curvin' (She curvin')
Let wifey drive the whip, I let it burst (Skrrt)
Just watch me send the blitz and watch it work (Disperse)
Drop-top Benz coupe, shittin' on 'em, doo-doo (Ayy)
Yellow Rolls Royce, yellow half Goku (Ayy)
They expose you as soon as you let 'em know you (Let 'em know you)
Bitch, you know that I love you, I show that I trust you (That's racks)
I flex, I got muscle, Rolls Royce for my lover (Yeah, yeah)
I call her my momma, like, brr, brr, I'm in trouble
I put in on your head, I treat you like you're special
I take you from your nigga (Woah, woah), I put you in the washer
You with Young Spider, you're flyer (So fly)
You're tighter, you're wet and I like ya (Yeah)
She callin' me daddy and papi (Daddy)
My clothes from overseas, can't get flyer than me (Flyer than me)
I'm goin' too big on these niggas that doubted me (Ayy)
I'm a real one so she gon' confide in me (Yeah, yeah)
I told 'em, "Bring me cash, all blues" (Cash)
My big brudda comin' home soon, nigga, who?

Do you know how it feel to see your face on the news? (Ayy)
Do you know how it feel to see your face on the news?
Do you know how it feel to see your face on the news?
Do you know how it feel? (Do you know how it feel?)
Do you know how it feel to see your face on the news? (Ayy)
Do you know how it feel to see your face on the news? (Ayy)
Do you know how it feel to see your face hit the news, mate?
Momma call your phone, she boo-hoo-hoo

I said tens, we fuck with tens
Who is that, bitch? It's just me and my friends
Dark skin, light skin, bitch, we still twins
Loser bitches swear to God they winnin', since when? (Haha)
Look, I got the Snow White Richie, face extra large
Seven big bodies, ain't no seven dwarves
Got more diamonds than a deck of cards
This nigga textin' me, he want some extra yards
Throw a touchdown, I'ma need a buss down
Said he was a R-N but he keep scrubs 'round (Huh)
One, hut, two, I'm like, "Nigga, what now?" (Huh)
Said this ass calling him like a fuckin' butt dial (Ring)
I told you keep it low and you fuck trash bitches (Trash bitches)
I told you keep it low and you fuck opp bitches (Opp bitches)
Kept it low and then you out here, embarrassing (Ha)
How you knowin' when you got these bitches laughin'?
But how the fuck you laughin' when I heard you gettin' beat on?
Gotta pay a nigga way every trip y'all be on (Hah)
I'm like, nah, that couldn't be I
That couldn't be me, no, that couldn't be C, no
I done lost my pride, I done lost tears when I cried
I lost my best friend and that nigga still alive
I'm surprised, man, I thought that shit would never switch
Sometimes the realest nigga in your crew be a bitch, nigga, what?

Do you know how it feel to see your face on the news? (Ayy)
Do you know how it feel to see your face on the news?
Do you know how it feel to see your face on the news?
Do you know how it feel? (Do you know how it feel?)
Do you know how it feel to see your face on the news? (Ayy)
Do you know how it feel to see your face on the news? (Ayy)
Do you know how it feel to see your face hit the news, mate? (Ayy)
Momma call your phone, she boo-hoo-hoo

Momma call you cryin'

Pardon My Back Lyrics by Young Thug
(Feat. Lil Baby)

Me and broski came from the same boat (Skrrt)
We are not beefin' 'cause we hit the same ho
No gay shit, neck full of rainbow (Yeah)
If I hit it, tell the business, you a lame ho (Lame)
Want the money, I ain't in it for the fame, bro (Fame)
Ten M's for the spot, did my thing on it
Still a felon, I can't even put my name on it (Yeah)
Seen her outside with her nigga, made it rain on her (Phew)
She a part of the brand, put a chain on her
I don't care what they say, they just hatin' on us (Yeah)
Like the Russian mob, I bulletproof the Range Rover
You ain't come to fuck on me? What you came for?
Said she got a price on it then I'm payin' for it
Went and bought my whole block, I'm the landlord
Real D boy, mixed up, Air Forces
I come straight from out the gutter, now my teeth porcelain
2025 Ferrari, bro, I keep horses
Get rich or die tryin' are my only choices
Concrete jungle, he ain't gettin' no cushion
Hit the ground runnin', I ain't doin' no bullshit
Twenty vibes at a time, nigga, I'm pushin'
White Lamb', black stripes, I am official
Brodie still sell tons, he got four flip phones
I like fuckin', I like fuckin', I'm a nympho' (I'm nasty)
Really rich, 220 on a Benzo (Benz)
GT 6-3 with an S on it (S)
I'm a walkin' bank account, I give her check on it (Check)
Stay down, run it up, and then you flex on 'em (Flex)
I can make it rain now until next summer (I swear)
He is not one of us, put an X on him ([You dead, lil' boy?])

Pardon my back
Pardon my back (Pardon my back)
Pardon my back (Pardon me)
Pardon my back (Yeah)

Nigga, been too big for a jail (Spyda)
Federales on my trail (Woo)
Y'all niggas shoot guns off pills
You steppin', nigga, I can't tell
In the hood with a bomb in my Sachs (Sachs)
TEC-9 with the grip on the back (Grrt)
Nigga, play with this shit and get slapped (Slapped)
Take this bitch out the trench, she adaptin' (Woo)
Princess bitch off Dubai, she was ratchet (Ratchet)
From the hood, we turned rappin' to trappin' (Trappin')
Hundred sticks in this bitch, we Iraqin' (Uh)
How the hell you in jail with the pack in? (Yeah)
Nigga ain't gay, but the Rollie a rainbow
I rock Saint Laurent, they think it's gang clothes (Woo)
Bought the paint, but I hate payin' lames
I told Wham, "Weigh my shit," bitch had a drank, though
Drop his ass, my water is [high stained?], though (Yeah)
I went two-thousand watch on Durango (Hrr)
Pushin' Peter, I need me a can go
Ain't a place in America I can't go (Yeah)
Nut in her pussy, then leave her on read (Read)
Give her flowers and then stay 'cause she dead (Shit)
In the 4 with Big Dre and lil' Sed (On 7)
Hit the hood on unc' alley, go spray it (Grrt)
Pussy sayin' he rich as a mil' (Uh-ah)
Put on fire rings and then let 'em kiss (Mwah)
I'm too rich to respond to a diss (Shit)
Keep it quiet and keep sendin' blicks (Blicks, grrt)

Pardon my back
Pardon my back
Pardon my back
Pardon my back
Pardon my back
Pardon my back
Pardon my back
Nigga, pardon my back

Pipe Down Lyrics by Young Thug
(Feat. Travis Scott)

'Troski, Spyder, yeah, uh, uh, ayy, yeah
Mmm, Wagy', uh (Spyder)

Hop in a (Hop in a), new truck (New one), big boy (Big), 'Rari (Skrrt)
Pissin' on 'em, shittin' on 'em (Shit), I'm so, uh, sorry (Sorry)
Over a million (M), on me, right now (Right now)
I been in this bitch, tell a nigga to pipe down (Pipe down)
Nigga think they rich as us (Pussy), nigga, pipe down (Sit down)
Nigga think they lit as us (Lil' nigga), pussy, pipe down (Sit down, nigga)
Pussy, pipe down (Sit down), pussy, pipe down (Sit down, nigga)
Caught her with your little slut (What?), pipe down, pipe down

Rose-gold Patek on me, bustin', homie (Whole bust)
Badass bitches, got 'em fussin' over me (Yeah)
In my hood, niggas really sus if they clonin' (Uh)
I ain't goin' back and forth with you lil' jabronis
Hermès knee pads, when she get on her knees (Hermès)
Yellow-black Lamb truck, fly like a bee (Skrrt)
I got church shoes on a bitch, I'm tryna kneel (Check)
I don't trust you 'cause my heart on my sleeve (SEX)
I don't fuck with you 'cause you stay doin' that cap shit (That cap shit)
Nigga hit my phone, tryna be cool on some rap shit
Busy in the crib with two of 'em, it's a sandwich, uh
Maybach, coupe (It's cool; yeah), chop the roof (Let's go)

Hop in a (Hop in a), new truck (New one), big boy (Big), 'Rari (Skrrt)
Pissin' on 'em (On 'em), shittin' on 'em (Shit), I'm so, uh, sorry (Sorry)
Over a million (M), on me, right now (Right now)
I been in this bitch, tell a nigga to pipe down (Pipe down)
Nigga think they rich as us (Pussy), nigga, pipe down (Sit down)
Nigga think they lit as us (Lil' nigga), pussy, pipe down (Sit down, nigga)
Pussy, pipe down (Sit down), pussy, pipe down (Sit down, nigga)
Caught her with your little slut (What?), pipe down, pipe down

It's so hot out in this bitch (It's—), yeah, one thousand degrees
Cold like thirty-some below (Make her), drop down on her knees (Pop it)
Sunday, pop out ridin' spokes, Friday, ridin' the big boat (Skrrt, skrrt)
You too Black for all that white, make her feel like Billie Jean (Jean, yeah, Jean, Jean)
It's a honor, it's a honor, it's a—, it's a— (Roll, yeah, let's go)
I took (I took), all the (All the), baddies (Baddies), out of (Yeah)
Two-four, can you get it? (Woo, straight up)
Rollin', bad, I'm rollin'
Right, there, like stolen, ride
Eleven, ocean, coral, potion (Mmm)
Slim, motion, thick, motion (Stroke it)
Took a shawty from Brisbane ('Bane) put her on Biscayne
Had to show her ass some things (Let's go), a Cactus-Spyder thing (Let's go)
Like a Roc-A-Fella chain, she rockin' on my dames
I been with her for two weeks and still ain't got no names
They been curtain up them pieces, just tryna feel Cobain
All the whips is wrapped like Reese's, the pipe drip chocolate stain
Rose gold AP on my wife for sure (For sure)
Whip it like it's not a ticket for sure (For sure)
Thunderstorm in the night for sure (For sure)
Call my ride and get piped for sure (Let's go, Spyder)

Hop in a (Hop in a), new truck (New one), big boy (Big), 'Rari (Skrrt)
Pissin' on 'em (On 'em), shittin' on 'em (Shit), I'm so, uh, sorry (Sorry)
Over a million (M), on me, right now (Right now)
I been in this bitch, tell a nigga to pipe down (Pipe down)
Nigga think they rich as us (Pussy), nigga, pipe down (Sit down)
Nigga think they lit as us (Lil' nigga), pussy, pipe down (Sit down, nigga)
Pussy, pipe down (Sit down), pussy, pipe down (Sit down, nigga)
Caught her with your little slut (What?), pipe down, pipe down

Revenge Lyrics by Young Thug
(Feat. Lil Gotit & 1300SAINT)

(Yeah, Spider) Yeah (Spider)
Yeah (Spider), yeah, yeah (Woah)
It's King (Spider), I come for revenge (Revenge)
Revenge, revenge (Spider)
It's Spider, I came for revenge

Revenge, revenge, ha
Revenge, revenge, revenge, revenge
I'm wipin' his nose, wipe it, and wipe it again (Revenge)
She wanna get hit with the pipe (Spider)
She love it 'cause I cherish sinnin'
She do it and then she goodnight
This flow has changed my life (Ha)

She eatin' shit like it's life
She eatin' me once and then twice (Woah, woah)
Probation is sweet, it's nice
I'm drunk, I'm high as a kite
Promoters, I'm bucking on prices
Huh, huh, huh (Woah)
She wan' sleep with me every night (Uh)
'Cause I'm fuckin' her good and I'm right, huh
We splashin', we droppin' the bag
Chane-ne' on toes and her ass (Chane-ne', Chane-ne')
Hit it then pass it, throw bro the assist, I'm not cappin'
Money elastic, I be stretchin' this shit like I'm mad
Allergic to grass, my penthouse got turf in the back
It's turf, it's turf, it's turf (Yeah), it's turf (Woo)
I done got too rich for the grass (Shit)
I put it up, put down the turf (Skrrt)
It's worth it, this pussy, yeah, it's worth it (Uh-ah)
Unlimited pussy, this worth it
Who told you Chanel? We go Birkin (We Birk')
She leavin' me with pussy, you worth it
She fuck with 'cause I'm a different person
Achoo, I said I'ma murk 'em
I'm from a spot where you know they gon' hurt you
Achoo, I'm rich on purpose
Get the money, it's all for the merch
I said I'm livin' in church
Play with this shit, then you know they get murked

Brr (Let's go), brr (Let's go), brr (Let's go), brr (Spider, Spider)

Nigga be totin' these guns, they ain't playin' with cuttas, somebody gotta merch you
Don't pass the gun like me, nigga be lookin' for smoke, I ain't even searchin'
His bag is empty, he ain't havin' no money, I'm tellin' you, his pockets is hurtin' (He ain't havin' no munyun)
She gave me head in the Benz, she parked the key, I left in another car (Gotit)
I pop a Xan', it look like a schoolbus, this green and yellow bar
Gotta keep a blick, that's mandatory
Shoot and I rip, I'm paranoid (Tear it down)
Double M-M, millions
I slime 'em out, billions
Carbon roofs, ridin' with a chopper (Let's go)
Pressin' on the gas, break the throttle
Turned up shit, pissin' on a model
G6 with Percocets, I'm a doctor (Gotit)
Trust me, dog, ain't doin' no plans
We player, ain't showin' no hands
You ain't no opp, boy, you a fan
Not an opp, boy, you just friend

Revenge, revenge, ha
Revenge, revenge, revenge, revenge
I'm wipin' his nose, wipe it, and wipe it again
She wanna get hit with the pipe (Spider)
She love it 'cause I cherish sinnin' (Woo)
She do it and then she goodnight
This flow has changed my life

This weekend, we ridin' on strikers, woah
She play with my Peter, I pipe her (Woah, woah)
Countin' racks up, I get so excited
I been up since a teen, I'm a Titan
I just gag this lil' ho on my dick
Call her ollie, this ho like a trick
Push up on us, you takin' a risk
Yellow diamonds canary like Tris'
Switch the swag up, I'm rockin' the mink (Mink)
Ain't 'bout money, stop talkin' to me
Know my brother gon' slide for me (know my brother gon' slide)
Ho, you thick, come and ride for me
Pull out and stunt, got 'em jealous (Woo)
I done got wings on my back 'cause I'm fly like propeller
Wintertime, rockin' the Pelle
I take a trip to New York and then fly back to Ella (Skrrt)
I'm with Slime in Philly
Look how I rock that shit, I'm a Rockefeller
Shawty, we not together
I had my phone with you at all times, forget it
I treat the racks just like Malcom, they up in the middle, they up in the middle, yeah-yeah
Step outside, got Chrome on, got on all-black on, look like a killer, yeah
I 'bout to fuck on this bitch, yeah, she is a white ho, shawty vanilla, yeah
Told 'em that I'm back, jet, yeah-yeah, jet, for real, yeah (Slatt)

RIP Big & Mack Lyrics by Young Thug
(Feat. T.I)

Welcome to UY SCUTI
Biggest motherfuckin' star of them all, you know (We got London on da track)
It's Spider
Niggas irrelevant and have absolutely nothin' they pedalin'
While our ice never meltin' and we havin' medallin', you dig? (Taurus) Ayy

R.I.P. to Big (Biggs), R.I.P. to Mack (R.I.P. to Mack)
Don't believe in death forever (Don't believe in that), hope they comin' back (Uh)
Still gettin' back (Still gettin' racks), up until this day (Huh, hrr)
Keep on goin' bad (Keep spendin'), 'til we in the cage (Hold on, bitch)
Runnin' up a sack (Run it up), ran it up, the racks (Run it up)
Runnin' like it's track (Hold on), Usain that (Never)
Ran it up from nothin' (Runnin' this shit up), fuckin' up the sack (Fuck it)
Make it all back (Hold on, yeah), goin' tit for tat (Agh)
Invest a hunnid mil' (Hunnid racks), invest a hunnid racks (Yeah, same)
This shit is all the same nigga (That's facts), hope to get it back (Uh-uh)
Hunnid mil' to mama (Ma), eighty mil' to pops (Yeah)
Fifty for my siblings (Yeah), twenty for the opps (Ah)
Hundred percent of the business goin' to the kids (Ayy)
Mansions to the wifey, nigga (Mansions to the bitch), lifetime wigs (Lifetime, baby)
Lifetime Kelly bags, lifetime Birk's (Lifetime, baby)
Lifetime business owner (Yeah), lifetime work (We workin' forever)
Niggas on the road (Huh), runnin' up the digits (Runnin' up)
Tryna get richer than JAY-Z, need a hunnid billion (Hold on)
Fuck it, need a trillion (Fuck it), fuck it, need a zillion (Fuck it)
Tryna beat the feds (What happened?), in the mink chilly (Hey)
Never gon' die (Nah), every day fly (Yeah)
Niggas with me ride (Ride), never gettin' tired (Oh)
Fuckin' up a million (Million), take it worldwide (Yeah)
Catch me on a island (On a island), thought you knew the vibes (Thought you knew the vibes)
Oh, yeah, yeah (Yeah), I got rizz (Rizz)
I'm gettin' rich, I'm gettin' rich (Uh-uh)
Bottles on me, everything lit (Yeah)
Hit my line, baby (King, bitch), come my city (Turn it)

Miss my nigga Clay, man, miss my nigga Cap (Miss my nigga Cap)
Miss my nigga Doe B, we put Montgomery on the map (Yeah-yeah)
Have I told you can't get respected if you tuck tail and didn't scrap? (Yeah)
From the Chevy Buick, could've kept the turbo Porsche's, of course's (Yeah)
Long live Troup (What up, shawty?), miss my cousin too, yeah (Miss you)
Changed my life, Dej took me to DJ Tune, hey (DJ, nigga)
Trust in me, yeah, did my thing, uh (Did my thing)
Rep my city, baby, and it made me king (King)
We been through it all, back against the wall
All we do is ball, we stood tall up against the government
They don't like us, fuck 'em then (Fuck 'em)
Cat never been nothin', man
The key for sufferin' (What?), I'm out here hustlin', big .40, no tusslin' (Bah, bah)
I rep my Cullinan, then bought a Spectre, then went bought a resident
My backyard on the sea shore, we don't love nun' we keep whores in
Rotation, on location, on all fours, in formation
But we toured the nation on probation
Us and fuck niggas, no correlation, no

Boy, ain't no question 'bout it, better ask somebody
Bentleys on Bentleys, mansions on mansions for the grandkids' grandkids, understand that? (Huh)
Been lit since the first cigarette, you understand that, man?
All around like the ground, every place like space, you understand?
Yeah, you had my legs, bet you sure could kick it, huh
You thought, check this out, man
Nigga think he slick, I tell you what, you beat me, slime
You can have my sled, nigga, aight now, yeah, nigga
Man, I need another bitch like I need a hole in my head, nigga
I don't need, man, ayy, listen, man
Ain't nothin' I never had, nigga, you understand me?
I ain't seen a bad day, nigga, I can't tell you niggas 'bout—
I can't tell a nigga 'bout it, you understand?
Shit, shit, nigga, I'ma tell you a story of a—
Nigga, I'ma tell you a story about a motherfuckin' donkey
Motherfucker didn't want him in the town, they told him dig a hole
Motherfucker dug a hole, put the motherfuckin' donkey in it
Every time they goddamn kept, puttin' that goddamn dirty-ass donkey
That nigga shake it off and pack it down
They put that dirty donkey back, and he shake it off, pack it down
By the time they finished dumpin' the dirt on the donkey
He back on the ground with they motherfuckin' ass
Nigga, there we is, shakin' it off and packin' it down, nigga
Fuck off

Sad Slime Lyrics by Young Thug

Told me not to stress 'bout it
Usually I can dance 'round it
This time, it's gone to my head
I don't know why
It's too different this time
I really don't know why
This is different times, different place and time

I been cryin' all day (Cryin')
I seen my brother turn rat in my face
I been cryin' all day (Only)
I seen my bitch go to an ex
I been cryin' all day
I seen my mama get sicker by the second
I been cryin' all day
Protect you with my life (Yeah), every single time, die 'bout you

Tryna pick a nigga up, tryna put a nigga down
I been goin' through it bad, but I try not to frown
I seen a gangster turn rat, they turned him to a pack
Interrogation room junkie, nigga gon' crack
Yeah, I was wrong, but don't do me bad, girl
I was just fuckin' on that bitch and I text her
She just a pillhead, muscle relaxer
I know you feel that, I'm sorry again
A couple niggas 'round me don't respect the shit that I got goin'
Tryna keep everything secrecy, but nigga wanna record it
Stop callin' me baby, bitch, I'm takin' off, I'm soarin'
I was tryna change your life around, but you was steady hoin'

I'm cryin' (Woah)
I been cryin' all day
I seen my brother turn rat right in my face
I been cryin' all day
I think my bitch went to her ex on me
She got me cryin' all day out loud
I think my mama gettin' sick on me
One of the reasons I won't never turn her down

And that's why I been grindin', grindin'
I don't plan on stoppin', all in
Might go from fallin', on it
Baby, are you only?
Do you only love me back?
Say it with your fuckin' tongue in mine
I'm tired of cryin'
Protect you with my life every single time, die 'bout you

Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Told me not to stress 'bout it
Usually I can dance 'round it
This time, it's gone to my head
I don't know why
It's too different this time
I really don't know why
This is different times, different place and time
And that's why I been

Walk Down Lyrics by Young Thug
(Feat. 21 Savage)

Yeah, Spyder
(We got London on da Track) Uh

Bad-ass bitch, you come and sit on dick
You talkin' all that shit, you crossin' street get hit
Go bad on a bitch (Bad), I'm done sippin' Tris' (Huh)
I'm done gettin' rich (I'm done), got too much money, shit (Shit)
The 'Rari came with kit, my bitch no on [?]
I'm done with all that playin', your nail gettin' blicks

I'm walkin' down (Down), walk down (Down)
Walk down (Down), walk down (Down)
Walk down on a dawg (Walk), walk down (Down)
Walk down on that baby, walk down (Down)

Real nigga, it's time to travel (Let's go)
Whole court in the street, hit the gaple (Hit the gaple)
I know hitters in New York, and they rappers
I know hitters out in London, can't travel (Woo), yeah
Put the gun down, nigga, drop you like a crip (Ayy)
Runnin' from 'em, they say you pussy if you go ski (Yeah)
The rose gold Patek on your head, yeah, Phillippe (Yeah)
I'm one time pingin', that's a rich nigga fee
Get a rush (Get a rush), just for steppin' (Just for steppin')
I hope I pass the test, been sippin' codeine (Yeah)
These is baguettes on a bitch, then she know (Then she know me)
This Russian bitch want her kids, make me [?] (Huh)

I'm walkin' down (Down), walk down (Down)
Walk down (Down), walk down (Down)
Walk down on a dawg (Walk), walk down (Down)
Walk down on that baby, walk down (Down)

Mr. Packing, never slackin', bitch smackin' killer
Bang, motherfucker, boom, motherfucker
Step on my nuts, the twelve gates drop your side, buster

Tryna fit the stick inside my coat, but I can't (Yeah)
Nine figure nigga on the bank (Yeah)
You got one strike and you get spanked (Pussy)
I ain't A$AP Rocky, these ain't planks (21)
These Kel-Tec will turn your ass dang (Yeah)
The 'Rari can't geek (Yeah)
I'm on vacation ridin' on a scooter, but I'm screep (Yeah)
All my opps target practice, pin 'em to a tree (Yeah)
Super charge the motor 12, know that I'ma flee (Yeah)
If I send them blicks, they gon' know that it was me (Yeah)
We can't use a gun, we put fetty in this weed (Yeah)
All these hoes goin', man, I'm knowin' how it be (Yeah)
You can't hate a player when he callin' Hi-C (Yeah)
She was doin' dick when you got down on that knee (Yeah)
Mob in these niggas, get smacked, capiche (21)
Walk down on 'em like a dog without a leash (21)
You respect the bail, then it's peace (Pussy)
Savage keep a stick, I'm from the East, nigga

I'm walkin' down (Down), walk down (Down)
Walk down (Down), walk down (Down)
Walk down on a dawg (Walk), walk down (Down)
Walk down on that baby, walk down (Down)

Mr. Packing, never slackin', bitch smackin' killer
Bang, motherfucker, boom, motherfucker
Step on my nuts, the twelve gates drop your side, buster

Whaddup Jesus Lyrics by Young Thug
(Feat. YFN Lucci)

Yeah (Crash dummy, goin' retarded, spendin' cash on it)
Woah

What you is? Big dog
What's goin' on? Sunny day
And what you got? I'm havin' motion
Okay, yeah
Yeah-yeah, Louis Vuitton
That's what you rockin'? Ed Hardy
And what else? By Ken Carson
Okay, cool, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)

She bossed up, she don't fuck with hoes that's petty (Oh)
I told her shoppin' spree tomorrow, my baby ready (Oh, oh)
Can't live without her, I'm sick, need a medic (Oh)
When you up it to it, let's go party, yeah, yeah (Oh)
We gon' go up, we gon' go gnarly (Woo)
Get fresh for school and show up tardy (Yeah)
My wrist game stupid, it's retarded (Oh)
We smoke that shit, we like Bob Marley
I fell in love, I was just tryna do it big (Tryna do it big)
I don't know real love, my brother, tell me what it is
They should've nicknamed me huge, I do it big
Said, clear my roster (Now clear my roster), gotta clear my roster
Go big or home, yeah, yeah
Won't let 'em stop me (Yeah), yeah, yeah (Can't stop this shit, nigga)
All my homies bosses, yeah, yeah (Forever, we bossed up, yeah)
We done takin' losses, yeah, yeah

What you is? Big dog
What's goin' on? Sunny day
And what you got? I'm havin' motion
Okay, yeah
Yeah-yeah, Louis Vuitton
That's what you rockin'? Ed Hardy
And what else? By Ken Carson
Okay, cool, yeah, yeah (Woah)

What you get, Spider? Get money
One more time, get money, ayy
And city love me, love you back, yeah (Oh)
What's up, Jesus? No weapon
Made of steel, it's gon' haunt me
RIP to you, rest in peace to them, rest in peace to you, dead homies (Yurr, woah, woah)

Ayy, what that is? ERD, fifty-five hunnid for it
Took my bitch shoppin', bought her everything plus the store
Every time we re-up, I gotta tell 'em we need a thousand more
Every time you see us, see like a hunnid foreigns and we ain't foreign
Look, poppin' shit when I pop out this wrist, might go Ed Hardy
Why every time you see me, you want somethin'? You might've not ran out it
And every time I see her, she eatin' dick like it's a lambchop
And every time you front me back lil' shit, I better not ran off, yeah
When I'm in the strip club, they call me Santa
Ayy, this shit for Atlanta, the clip here a banana
This bitch ain't got no standards, we love to come through and just scram somethin'
And all my niggas bosses, but we don't pose for no cameras

What you is? Big dog (Oh, oh)
What's goin' on? Sunny day
And what you got? I'm havin' motion (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
Okay, yeah
Yeah-yeah, Louis Vuitton
That's what you rockin'? Ed Hardy
And what else? By Ken Carson
Okay, cool, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)

What you get, Spider? Get money
One more time, get money, ayy
And city love me, love you back, yeah (Oh)
What's up, Jesus? No weapon
Made of steel, it's gon' haunt me
RIP to you, and rest in peace to them
Rest in peace to you, dead homies (Woah, woah)

What you is? Big dog
What's goin' on? Sunny day
And what you got? I'm havin' motion
Okay, yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Yeah-yeah, Louis Vuitton
That's what you rockin'? Ed Hardy
And what else? By Ken Carson
Okay, cool, yeah, yeah (Woah)

What you get, Spider? Get money
One more time, get money, ayy
And city love me, love you back, yeah (Oh)
What's up, Jesus? No weapon
Made of steel, it's gon' haunt me
RIP to you, and rest in peace to them
Rest in peace to you, dead homies (Woah, woah)

Whoopty Doo Lyrics by Young Thug

The truck in the front (Whoopty-doo)
Today Saint Laurent (Whoopty-doo; Saint)
I'm spendin' a honeybun (Whoopty-doo, yeah)
We shop 'cause it's fun (Whoopty-doo, turn up)
Emilio Pucci (Whoopty-doo)
On top of her coochie (Whoopty-doo)
(Wheezy outta here)

I give her whatever she want
I buy her whatever she want (Huh)
I buy her whatever she want (Whew)
I fly her whenever she want (Whoopty-doo; Spyda)
I take her to Greece if she want (Woah)
I'm flyin' wherever she want (Wherever)
I buy her whatever she want
She gettin' whatever she want (Whoopty-doo)

The rose gold flows in the condo (Yeah)
We Goyard, only the trunk (Goyard)
We put that shit on when it's borin' (Right)
The kids, they shoppin' at Barney's (Woah)
We puttin' shit on, we in Marni (Woah)
We 'bout to go shop in the mornin' (Spider)
We goin' go to shoppin' for fun (Huh)
We wakin' up early in the mornin' (Early)
She like go to shoppin' in Spain (Woo)
We never too far from the plane (No)
She ask what I want, to fuck her
I told her I wanted a chain (Ice me out)
She livin' the life like Madonna (Yeah)
Chanel lipstick at the bar (Woah)
My bitch super bad, but you too (Woah)
Let's go through this shit at Taboo (Thug)

Whatever you want (Huh)
I buy her whatever she want (Whoopty-doo)
I buy her whatever she want (Yeah, whoopty-doo)
I fly her whenever she want (Whoopty-doo)

Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Christian Dior, you know
Roberto Cavalli type shit, whatever
You get all that, baby, for sure
You're baddie

I get her whatever she want (Whoopty-doo; Spyda)
I buy her whatever she want (Yeah, whoopty-doo)
I fly her wherever she want (Whoopty-doo, wherever)
I buy her whatever she want (Whoopty-doo)
I take her to Greece if she want (Whatever)
I'm flyin' wherever she want (Whoopty-doo)
I buy her whatever she want (Whoopty-doo)
She gettin' whatever she want (Whoopty-doo)

Answer the phone, bitch-ass nigga
Yeah, huh (Taurus)
You want smoke with me? Listen
Let's do it (Ayy)

Send the young crew on a tour through your hood (Ayy)
I'm goin' every day, just like a stepper shootin'
Prayin' for my peace, but wish a nigga would (Woo)
And I wish a nigga pull up, like, please, let 'em do it
Actin' like a shooter 'cause you shot back too
But you ain't hit nobody, so whoopty-doo

Whoopty-doo, whoopty-doo, whoopty-doo
I'm in a 'Rarri, you got a brand new Benz, whoopty-doo
She'll still fuck me, I don't care if she fuck with you, whoopty-doo
Whoopty-doo, whoopty-whoopty-doo, whoopty-doo
You pullin' up, you came with vibes, whoopty-doo
Your rose gold jewelry fly, nigga, whoopty-doo
I bring a million bust outside, I been turnin' up my watch
Whoopty-doo, whoopty-doo, whoopty-doo

If you wanna leave me, twin, go ahead
I let my shawty pull my dreads
She stay beside me like I'm scared
She go Ferrari in this way, vroom
Kill 'em hoes, murder, I meant redrum
Her pussy water, we in Cancún
We racin' in foreigns, nigga, zoom, zoom, zoom
Bottega stitchin', she like, "Whoopty-doo"
(I don't care) Whoopty-doo
(I don't care) She like, "Whoopty-doo"
(I don't care) Whoopty-doo
(I don't care) Whoopty-doo, yeah, yeah

Whoopty-doo, whoopty-doo, whoopty-doo
I'm in a 'Rarri, you got a brand new Benz, whoopty-doo
She'll still fuck me, I don't care if she fuck with you, whoopty-doo
Whoopty-doo, whoopty-whoopty-doo, whoopty-doo
You pullin' up, you came with vibes, whoopty-doo
Your rose gold jewelry fly, nigga, whoopty-doo
I bring a million bust outside, I been turnin' up my watch
Whoopty-doo, whoopty-doo, whoopty-doo

Yuck Lyrics by Young Thug
(Feat. Ken Carson)

(Taurus)
Yeah
All this bad shit around a nigga, man, all this motherfuckin' mun-yun, man
All this shit goin' on around a nigga, man, this shit turnt up
This shit is crazy, it's lit (Yeah)
It's lit (Lit), it's lit (Lit)
It's lit (Lit), it's up (Lit)
It's lit (Lit), it's up (Up)
It's up (Lit, hey)

My bitch, she bad, she stay stone cold
Where ya diamonds at? Shit, inside ya nose
Hunnid grand on shoes, shit, designer toes
Put it in the air, show them hoes you froze, woo
This bitch know I'm not comin', no, woo
You play with me, my twin gon' go, woo
I'm goin' Rolls-Royce truck if you think I'm poor (Yeah)
Got a half a million on me, low (Yeah)
I'm goin' two-tone on a Rolls-Royce special (Two)
She wanna fuck my bro tonight and I'ma let her (Let her)
She got high heels on, baby, she pressure (Pressure)
I went throw up on a Rollie, it's yellow (Yuck)
Yuck, yuck (Hey), yuck, yuck, yuck
Everything about a young nigga rich (Yuck), dog (Yuck)
If I spit on her clit, she'll glisten, dog
Shit, I'm slidin' in a Benz
She say I'm sexy, I'm handsome just like Ken
I told lil' mama I'm not modest, I'm him
I told lil' baby come and ride me, bring a rim (Hey)
Yuck, yuck (Hey), yuck, yuck (Hey), yuck
My money, in God we trust (We trust)
No niggas, just hoes and us (It's just us)
If you play her, bring her here (Yeah)
I took two diamonds out my chest and put 'em in her ear
I took my mans around the world 'cause I know you drill (Brrt)
I took advances in Chanel cause I know it's real (Real)
The police on my trail, 'cause I'm ill
I took her travelin' 'round the world like a Navy Seal
I put baguettes on her dermal, now her naval kill (Yeah)
We turnt this shit up like, ayy, ayy (Hey)
Yuck, yuck (Hey), yuck, yuck (Hey)
Let's go (It's lit), let's go (It's lit), let's go (It's lit), let's go (It's lit)

Huh, huh, it's lit, huh, huh (Yeah)
Huh, huh (Yeah), huh, huh (Yeah)
All I know is pop my shit, I was taught this stuff
Oh, you thought them niggas was lit until they brought me up
Inject codeine in my veins, I don't need a cup
Dissect the body, get her brain, then I'm leavin' her
For the black truck, all limousine, I got gang in this bitch
Young nigga came from nothin', she never met a nigga this rich
Left her a AirTag with her, I always got her location
Shawty want me to pay for it, I ain't givin' out donations
Trap house got 101, I'm havin' more spots than Dalmatians
Slapped the bitch, ran outta patience
Crocodile Birkin for my baby
I'm shittin' on every nigga that hated
Should've stayed down, should've waited
My life's so unrated, I swear this shit a movie
It's made by A24, yo' shit went to Tubi
Havin' my way with these hoes, I swear this shit too lit
Racks can't fit, they too big, I hate bein' sober
Brown thick shit so fine, her body like a Coca-Cola
Take a shot, it's time to roll up
When I walk in that bitch, know I'm lit
I got Call of Duty sticks, load up
You pussy niggas know how it get
It's lit, it's lit (Huh)
It's lit, it's lit (Huh-huh)
It's lit, it's lit (Huh-huh)
It's lit, it's lit (Huh-huh)
I've been lit since the match struck
I'll turn a nigga to a pack, yeah
This money will attract her, let her play with these bands
Send her money just to get her wig, then some designs on her hands
I don't trust her, just the gain my trust, gotta get my name tatted
I been rolling off the ecstasy, I'll knock, these ain't no addies
If I missionary with a ho, you know that she a baddie
'Rari truck this not Caddy, I got stars in the Rolls-Royce
Shawty callin' back to back, she don't want nothin', she just wanna hear my voice
She got niggas on her line, but they ain't makin' no noise
She got options, yeah, she got options, I'm her favorite choice