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Category: Young Thug

By Jeffrey Lamar Williams

  • Metro Spider; Young Thug lyrics

    Metro Spider; Young Thug lyrics

    Yeah
    Metro Boomin
    Heroes & Villains, bruh
    Somebody gotta be bad, somebody gotta be good, you feel me?
    Ayy

    Own a label, I gotta get smarter (spider)
    I don’t trust women, so I thank God that I had some daughters
    I’m the youngest but yet I’m richer than every one of my brothers
    I took flawless baguettes and put it on my mama and father
    Lately, I get my pills from a doctor
    Pimpin’ a couple of bitches, they copper
    I done liked that pic, don’t crop it
    You talkin’ about a check, now stop it
    Water slip off my wrist, it’s droppin’ now
    I got a couple baguettes in my pocket
    Big B, I been rockin’ Chanel, just throwin’ up Cs and that’s for Charlie, ha
    Point it out, you know I’ma buy it, ha
    Yeah, I was livin’ my life on a yacht
    I ain’t takin’ my chain off thot
    Like the way that she suckin’ my cock (woo-woo)
    Got some Act’, then let’s go get a pop (let’s go)
    Took the ledge off and went to the stop (let’s go)
    Niggas tried to say I wasn’t hot
    Now they say I don’t belong in this spot

    Metro, Metro, Metro bought me a pink-front bezel
    I put two-tone on my bezel, Baccarat the candles
    Maybach, gettin’ me some top, meanwhile I flip the channels
    Bigger than the president, now my whole life a scandal, yeah
    Spider, spider, spider, please dismiss these riders, yeah
    Caught up with your wifey, and one night her, ayy
    I put that shit on, I’m a fuckin’ striker
    Yeah, little, little on little, look like a fuckin’ biker (drop)

    Yeah, drop me the top on a Lambo’, know that’s a ‘mando, yeah-yeah
    Whole life still a gamble, mob life feel like Sopranos
    Yeah, Gallery Department, no sandals, and this camo’
    My wrist is a chandelier, no beer over here
    Rock hard without sandals all year
    Better have manners right here, my family right here, nigga
    Both of my parents right here
    Droppin’ my album this year, nobody can spray a nigga
    Both of my bando’s right there
    Know you see the fish-bowl tint and the motor geeked up
    That’s motherfuckin’ cam right there
    Know you see the blunt right there
    Now you playin’ right there, then pull up and just stand right there
    Hunnid bands sittin’ right there, you ain’t gettin’ no smoke
    You arrivin’ for a band right there
    All yo’ opps be facin’, you ran around his place, we ain’t gettin’ yo man right there
    I put the Rolls-Rolls, diamonds to put up my muhfuckin’ nose
    She my sex slave, but she still don’t let me pay though

    Metro, Metro, Metro bought me a pink-front bezel (Metro)
    I put two-tone on my bezel, Baccarat the candles
    Maybach, gettin’ me some top, meanwhile I flip the channels
    Bigger than the president, now my whole life a scandal, yeah
    Spider, spider, spider, please dismiss these riders, yeah
    Caught up with your wifey, and one night her, ayy
    I put that shit on, I’m a fuckin’ striker
    Yeah, little, little on little, look like a fuckin’ biker

    I been fresh as hell every time you see me, on sight
    Anything happen, my kids got M’s, so everything alright
    I done got used takin’ pills and bein’ up all night
    Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

  • Power; Young Thug Lyrics

    Power; Young Thug Lyrics

    We got London on da Track

    First, you get that money then you get that power
    If he tune his nose up, boy he on that powder
    Now you walk around with 50 in your trousers
    Diamonds boolin’ on my chest, no fuckin’ blouser
    Bitch, I make it rain shower, ya dig that?
    They won’t know a thing about you if you zip that
    Hit ’em with that blocka-blocka, nigga get back
    Feed that, beat that, never crack, dig that (sheesh, sheesh)

    Before I go without a sack, I swag pack (sheesh, sheesh)
    I spoiled my bitch and now she actin’ like a brat (yeah, yeah)
    I met Alex, I know Jimmy, he got racks (skrrt, skrrt)
    Yeah, yeah, bitch I’m bleedin’ like a tat (yeah, yeah)
    Roll it, roll it for me on ya back (roll it, roll it)
    Just for show my diamonds yellow like a taxi (woo, woo)
    I’m a cat, I’ma chase all them pussy rats (argh)
    Yah (argh, argh), pussy nigga better not look back
    Or, or else I’m killin’ ’em, hey, and that’s a fact (sheesh)
    There’s blood all on my Timberlands
    She make a nigga say, “What?” (What?)
    I swear to God she feelin’ ’em
    She sucked like eight dicks, I call her octagon (hey)

    First, you get that money then you get that power
    If he tune his nose up, boy he on that powder
    Now you walk around with 50 in your trousers
    Diamonds boolin’ on my chest, no fuckin’ blouser
    Bitch, I make it rain shower, ya dig that?
    They won’t know a thing about you if you zip that
    Hit ’em with that blocka-blocka, nigga get back
    Feed that, beat that, never crack, dig that (sheesh, sheesh)

    Bitch, I dig it, I eat ice cream with my chickens
    Bitch, I’m rich just like a Simmons, not Lil Diggy
    If I got legs, bitch you know I’m gonna get it
    She got good head, so she welcome to my Bentley
    Big bid-ness in that big Bentley, Bentley (What? What?)
    Ridin’ ’round with that semi, ’cause I know these niggas envy (hah)
    Is you mad ’bout Instagram or how I kick my pimpin’? (pimp)
    You keep that Ace of Spades, I’m sippin’
    I’m a rocket, rocket, I can’t stop it, stop it
    I’m a GTV, boy, bitch I’m poppin’, poppin’
    I need coke, need coke like, “Where the fuck is papi?”
    If you try to run off (What?), you know we popped your noggin (pop-pop)

    First, you get that money then you get that power
    If he tune his nose up, boy he on that powder
    Now you walk around with 50 in your trousers
    Diamonds boolin’ on my chest, no fuckin’ blouser
    Bitch, I make it rain shower, ya dig that?
    They won’t know a thing about you if you zip that
    Hit ’em with that blocka-blocka, nigga get back
    Feed that, beat that, never crack, dig that (Sheesh, sheesh)

  • Bad bad bad; Young thug ft lil Baby

    Bad bad bad; Young thug ft lil Baby

    Wheezy outta here

    Rose gold seat on a fuckin’ helicopter
    Double C, no Chanel, ’cause she bad, bad, bad
    Ridin’ Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new ‘Rari
    Let you ride it, know your route, and you’re bad, bad, bad
    No playin’, no Atari, I won’t play with you for nothin’
    I can eat you like Hibachi ’cause you bad, bad, bad
    I just took the doors off the ‘Ghini, now I’m ridin’
    And I’m slidin’ in her sideways, now she call me her Zaddy

    Rich nigga shit, I bought my thottie a new Patek
    Got a model, got a thickie, got a BM, got a stallion
    Got a billion dollar corporation, fuck a Xanny
    I got millions to go get and a couple bitches to- uh, yeah
    You my dawg ’til we dead, not a question
    But I can’t fuck with you like I want ’cause you ratted
    Got a million dollars in the wall, in the band’
    And got it stepped-on, got it hard, got it crackin’ on her

    Half a million, I just did a warm up for
    Half a million, uh, uh, mm
    I could buy the buildin’
    I could rent this shit out and save it for the children
    I could dead this shit out and give it to the villains
    Somewhere they can hide when they do some killing
    All of the rides got grenade ceilings
    Loaded with a ride, cost a cool million

    Rose gold seat on a fuckin’ helicopter
    Double C, no Chanel, ’cause she bad, bad, bad
    Ridin’ Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new ‘Rari
    Let you ride it, know your route and you’re bad, bad, bad
    No playin’, no Atari, I won’t play with you for nothin’
    I can eat you like Hibachi ’cause you bad, bad, bad
    I just took the doors off the ‘Ghini, now I’m ridin’
    And I’m slidin’ in her sideways, now she call me her Zaddy

    Paper tag, peanut butter seats, I’m ridin’
    I be in the foreign, I fuck with slime, we tied in (Slatt)
    Different color Diors on my feet, I couldn’t decide which
    Never talked about it, she done made herself my side bitch
    Trash bag gang, I can put that on Elijah
    Streets chose me, I ain’t never had to sign up
    Then we hittin’ bitches in the group, I make ’em line up
    Beep, beep, beep, that’s me, nigga, get back

    Real dope boy, don’t know how to work a CashApp
    How many you got? I’ll send it ‘lone, bring the cash out
    I been sippin’ lean, ’bout to pee ’til I pass out
    Went to sleep ‘partment, woke up in a paradise
    Niggas stealin’ drip but it don’t matter, they don’t wear it right
    They don’t even speak but I can see I got ’em terrified
    Double R truck, come through, shit on everybody
    Bad, bad, bitch, good head, hit her every night

    Rose gold seat on a fucking helicopter
    Double C, no Chanel, ’cause she bad, bad, bad
    Ridin’ Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new ‘Rari
    Let you ride it, know your route and you’re bad, bad, bad
    No playin’, no Atari, I won’t play with you for nothin’
    I can eat you like Hibachi ’cause you bad, bad, bad
    I just took the doors off the ‘Ghini, now I’m ridin’
    And I’m slidin’ in her sideways, now she call me her Zaddy

    Take the four doors off of the Jeep (Bad, bad, bad)
    I ain’t doin’ no swaps with a freak, uh (Bad, bad, bad)
    We can handle this shit out in the streets, yeah (Bad, bad, bad)
    I ain’t goin’ to a house for a meetin’, yeah (Bad, bad, bad)
    Pull up in a truck, any season
    Niggas never comin’ out, then we leavin’
    How could nigga take a loss if he leavin’?
    Quickly take off like I’m LeBron

  • The London; Young Thug Travis Scott and J Cole

    The London; Young Thug Travis Scott and J Cole


    Yeah
    Oh, oh
    Whoa
    Whoa
    You good, T-Minus?
    Oh

    Me-meet me at The London
    If you find time, we can run one
    Talk about some things, we can’t undo
    You just send the pin, I can find you
    6’1″, on the money, 9’2″
    You just say the word and I’ll run through
    Two texts, no reply, that’s when I knew

    I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew

    Yeah
    Circumnavigate the globe, as the cash grows (grow)
    Get a nigga whacked, like you get the grass mowed (mowed)
    I’m talkin’ slick, runnin’ with the Big Slime, nigga (slime)
    Could hit your bitch, you could never hit mine, nigga (mine)
    In my DM, they electric slide, nigga (huh, slide)
    No catfishin’, this is not a fish fry, nigga
    Never switch sides on my dog
    Catch a contact, hitch a ride, go to Mars
    Everybody sing
    How could you come up out your face
    And say I ain’t the hottest nigga you done ever heard?
    I left a flock of rappers dead and buried
    A verse from me is like 11 birds
    I did the math, it’s like 2 000 dollars every word
    I’m on the verge, I’ll beat the charge
    I killed some niggas and I walked away from it
    Then I observe, just how you curve
    And told them niggas that they gotta wait for it
    “I know-I know you in high demand”
    I’m balling on a pussy nigga like Juwanna Mann
    I’m drownin’ all inside the pussy like I never swam

    Ay, fuck your IG, I put somethin’ on your sonogram
    I’m the man, ay, ay

    Me-meet me at The London
    If you find time, we can run one
    Talk about some things, we can’t undo
    You just send the pin, I can find you
    6’1″, on the money, 9’2″

    You just say the word and I’ll run through
    Two texts, no reply, that’s when I knew
    I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew

    Pimp talk, church talk, I can make a brick walk (woo)
    Up north, down south, Bankhead to Rachel Walk (aye)
    Hit it with a little water, stretch it like a vocal chord
    STD, I run my ward, fuck a fed and his daughter (let’s go)
    I’ma run the compound (yeah)
    I supply the cigarettes and bread (woo)
    I got a main and she gon’ ride (uhh)
    She took a quarter and she fled (uhh)
    I’m in the Lamb’, so she gon’ ride (yeah)
    I see the pain in shawty’s light brown eyes (ooh)
    I’m at The London with some big thighs
    No fries, she eat steaks with the fish sides
    Didn’t your mama tell you when something on fire, stop, drop and roll? Aw yeah
    I’ve been on the road like a pair of Sprinters at Stop-N-Go’s (Yeah)
    I could charge ’em like a Dodge Hemi Demon
    Got your broad in the garage eatin’ semen
    Every time a nigga go back to the ward
    Niggas act like they wan’ start
    And we leave ’em on the cement (graw, graw!)

    Me-meet me at The London
    If you find time, we can run one
    Talk about some things, we can’t undo
    You just send the pin, I can find you
    6’1″, on the money, 9’2″
    You just say the word and I’ll run through
    Two texts, no reply, that’s when I knew
    I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew

    I, crash down, we get money (Hey)
    For the full town (Woah, when you won’t play, I)
    I decided, for the full side (Hoes will say)
    And they know, I might (And fly, I…)
    Get down, might (Don’t play)
    See the whole town every time, I… (Oh, every day)
    Yeah, they know what’s up (Folks will say)

  • Guwop; Young Thug ft Offset Young scooter and Quavo

    Guwop; Young Thug ft Offset Young scooter and Quavo

    [Young Thug:]
    I done put twenty up under the SIG
    You dig, you dig
    You dig
    (That boy Cassius)
    Ayy
    (Wheezy Beats)
    Hey

    I done put twenty inside the SIG (You dig)
    I pull up on you and I pop at your kid (You dig)
    I pull up to your block and I pop at your wig (You dig)
    I hopped out the coupe and I’m fresh as a bitch (You dig, you dig, you dig)
    Since I was a youngin I been gettin’ dough (You dig, you dig)
    I count my back-end and I turn up the show (You dig, you dig)
    I want hella Xans, they get me off (You dig, you dig)
    I put the V neck on my team, yeah (You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig, hey)

    I dig everything that you sayin’
    I dig everything that you doin’ too
    I dig the way that you look at me
    You dig the way that I look at you
    I just wanna grab on your butt butt
    The seat in the Benz, the Chanel Clutch
    The FN, it give him a haircut
    I roll up a seven of John Dutch
    That big booty bounce on the dick and it broke
    I don’t gotta act like a gangster and she know, dope
    My Backwood look like a pole, yeah
    My Backwood look like a pole
    I sit on clouds of the smoke
    I’ma blow pounds of the smoke
    Pardon me, pardon my soul
    I crack a smile for them folks, ayy
    Niggas they’re eatin’ in broad day
    In that ho mouth like a Colgate, yeah
    Keepin’ that cold case, God, please give me that cold case
    Man, I don’t want no new friends, forgive me for all of my sins
    I don’t wanna think about losin’, all I wanna do is win win (Hey)

    I done put twenty inside the SIG (You dig)
    I pull up on you and I pop at your kid (You dig)
    I pull up to your block and I pop at your wig (You dig)
    I hopped out the coupe and I’m fresh as a bitch (You dig, you dig, you dig)
    Since I was a youngin I been gettin’ dough (You dig, you dig)
    I count my back-end and I turn up the show (You dig, you dig)
    I want hella Xans, they get me off (You dig, you dig)
    I put the V neck on my team, yeah (You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig, hey)

    [Young Scooter:]
    Without the radio it’s twenty a show and that’s for sure
    Get that back-end, bitch, we buyin’ dope, that’s how it go
    Black Amigos, ’bout the Freebandz, that .44
    I could cook the dope with no stove, pot on the floor (Yeah)
    Pull up in that coupe, shit (Skrrt)
    Nigga like, “Damn, where the roof went?”
    In the streets they call me JAY-Z (Yeah)
    Lil’ bitch, I got the blueprint (Scooter)
    Lil’ nigga, I don’t want no old hundreds
    You know I want them blue strips (Count up)
    And I can’t fuck you old hoes
    I’m ballin’ with my new bitch (Yeah)
    You dig that? Two hundred thousand worth of chain and that’s a fact
    Got my name in this rap game by sellin’ crack (Jugg)
    Rest in peace to OG Double D, you dig that? Slime

    [Young Thug:]
    I done put twenty inside the SIG (You dig)
    I pull up on you and I pop at your kid (You dig)
    I pull up to your block and I pop at your wig (You dig)
    I hopped out the coupe and I’m fresh as a bitch (You dig, you dig, you dig)
    Since I was a youngin I been gettin’ dough (You dig, you dig)
    I count my back-end and I turn up the show (You dig, you dig)
    I want hella Xans, they get me off (You dig, you dig)
    I put the V neck on my team, yeah (You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig, hey)

    [Quavo:]
    (Quavo)
    Shoot out the coupe (Pew-pew)
    Shoot out the roof (Shoot out the roof)
    Pull up and smash on her
    We don’t got to put a bag on her
    I took your ho, you dig? (You dig?)
    I told her hold the Sig (SIG)
    Had big bales, midget (Big bales)
    Now you can’t say I ain’t got millions (Ayy)
    Swam with the sharks, water (Splash)
    You be law and order (12)
    I be gettin’ money every mornin’, Tom Joyner (Uh)
    I heard you gettin’ money
    But you payin’ em niggas extortin’ ya (Dig)
    You pay for your fame and fortune (Huh)
    You pay for your fame and fortune
    I am the plug, cordless (Brr)
    Pull up with blazers, Portland (Brr)
    I pay the neighbors (Cash)
    To pick up the dope on their porches (Dope, uh)
    I came from nickels, I came from nickels
    My niggas don’t know you, we do not fuck with you
    I’ve been in the system, I’ve been in a pickle
    You dig me like shovels, I gotta fuck with you
    Ayy

    [Young Thug:]
    I done put twenty inside the SIG (You dig)
    I pull up on you and I pop at your kid (You dig)
    I pull up to your block and I pop at your wig (You dig)
    I hopped out the coupe and I’m fresh as a bitch (You dig, you dig, you dig)
    Since I was a youngin I been gettin’ dough (You dig, you dig)
    I count my back-end and I turn up the show (You dig, you dig)
    I want hella Xans, they get me off (You dig, you dig, hey)
    I put the V neck on my team, yeah (You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig, hey)

    [Offset:]
    (Offset)
    Hop in the private (Private)
    This is a Lambo’, not a hybrid (Skrr)
    My wrist is a faucet (Watch)
    Feed ’em Perkies, I’m the doctor (Doctor)
    Draco, hundred round chopper (Grrah)
    She got her eyes on me like binoculars (Watching)
    Count up this money, it’s marvelous (Count it up)
    Stall the bitch, I don’t call the bitch (Stall her)
    You better dig what I’m sayin’ (Dig what I’m)
    I’ma kill you and your mans (I’ma kill)
    Beat down the block like an amp (Beat)
    Goin’ up like a skateboard on a ramp (Whoa)
    Go buy the Rollie and bust it (Bust it, bust it)
    Talkin’ that tough shit
    But you know you not gon’ bust shit (Huh, huh)
    Look at my fashion
    This is a Gucci rugby (Look at it, look at it)
    I’m trappin’ and rappin’
    Still got ’em babies in custody
    My diamonds be dancin’
    Live in a mansion
    My life is lovely (My life is lovely)
    Ain’t no more loyalty
    Knock your ass off, pay the lawyer fee (Pow, pow, pow)
    Shit can get ugly, hey

    [Young Thug:]
    I done put twenty inside the SIG (You dig)
    I pull up on you and I pop at your kid (You dig)
    I pull up to your block and I pop at your wig (You dig)
    I hopped out the coupe and I’m fresh as a bitch (You dig, you dig, you dig)
    Since I was a youngin I been gettin’ dough (You dig, you dig)
    I count my back-end and I turn up the show (You dig, you dig)
    I want hella Xans, they get me off (You dig, you dig, hey)
    I put the V neck on my team, yeah (You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig, hey)

  • Digits; Young thug lyrics

    Digits; Young thug lyrics

    Thugger! YSL for life
    We ran up them digits we ran up the money
    We ran up them digits we ran up the money
    (We got London on da Track)

    Nigga, hustlers don’t stop, they keep goin’ (yeah)
    You can lose your life but it gon’ keep goin’
    Why not risk life when it’s gon’ keep goin’? (Yeah)
    When you die somebody else was born
    But at least we got to say

    We ran up them digits, we ran up the money
    We ran up them digits, we ran up that money
    We ran up them digits, we ran up that money (sheesh, sheesh)
    We ran up them digits, we ran up the money
    We ran up them digits, we ran up some money
    We ran up them digits, we ran up some money

    I’m leanin’ like I’m on a fifth of the Henny
    I talk lots of shit like my bitches and digits
    They didn’t know me well so I left ’em with wishes
    You know its a drought when you grind and can’t flip it
    I’m livin’ big, I swear to God I’m Liu Kang kickin’
    Montana
    Mama gon’ slime, hustle
    Dopeboy, hair grey like a grandma
    You know my ice blingin’, light up just like a candle
    Rollie pollie, I can control shawty like a channel
    My racks are squeakin’, I’m not fartin’
    I hop in that ‘Rari, I crank up like Warren

    Nigga, hustlers don’t stop, they keep goin’ (yeah)
    You can lose your life but it’s gon’ keep goin’
    Why not risk life when it’s gon’ keep goin’? (yeah)
    When you die somebody else was born
    But at least we got to say

    We ran up them digits, we ran up that money
    We ran up them digits, we ran up that money
    We ran up them digits, we ran up that money
    We ran up them digits, we ran up some money
    We ran up them digits, we ran up some money
    We ran up them digits, we ran up some money

    I’ma move me some dope like I’m Future
    I’ma go in that bitch with a ruler
    I’ma toast me a nigga like Strudels
    I’ma keep a red flag ’cause I’m boolin’
    I now some roller spaces, I could duly
    Yeah, yeah, I’m screamin’, “Oh my God” like Cooly
    When I snort it, I feel like I was aborted
    If I ever adore you, bae, you better drive this foreign
    I’ve been gettin’ money before the million, fuck Pandora
    I just do this shit when I get bored

    Nigga hustlers don’t stop, they keep goin’ (yeah)
    You can lose your life but it’s gon’ keep goin’
    Why not risk life when it’s gon’ keep goin’? (Yeah)
    When you die somebody else was born
    But at least we got to say

    We ran up them digits, we ran up that money
    We ran up them digits, we ran up that money
    We ran up them digits, we ran up that money (run it up, run it up)
    We ran up them digits, we ran up some money
    We ran up them digits, we ran up some money
    We ran up them digits, we ran up some money

  • Gang up; Young thug 2 Chainz and Wiz Khalifah

    Gang up; Young thug 2 Chainz and Wiz Khalifah

    Oh yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah (yeah)

    I’m with the gang, gang, gang
    And we ’bout to go up (yeah)
    Switchin’ lanes, it’s a thang
    Every time we show up (skrrt-skrrt)
    You a lame, lame, lame
    And you so below us (yeah)
    Bet your ho, she know us (yeah)
    ‘Cause you know we glowed up
    We stayed down (stayed down)
    And came up (came up)
    And came up (came up)
    We stayed down (stayed down) (yeah)
    And came up (came up)
    The gang up (the gang up) (2 Chainz, yeah)

    Yeah
    I’m a villain that’s winnin’ (yeah)
    With precision, I’m killin’ (yeah)
    Represent the religion (no)
    Ended up independent
    Took my car to the clinic
    Let ’em check all the vitals
    Middle finger to rivals (oh)
    Michael Jackson, my idol (woo)
    Still duckin’ the pie holes
    Talk to the plug everyday except Cinco de Mayo (true)
    I still got me a Carlo
    Still got Monte Carlo
    Your car runnin’ so bad, it stink up The Apollo

    Call my Rollie a Ralo (uh)
    Call my AP a “A”P (AP)
    I ain’t talkin’ seat belts when I say that I’m strapped (baow)
    I’m in love with my side, ho
    I’ll sneak her through the side door
    I’ma show you what we ride for
    I’ma show you what we die for

    I’m with the gang, gang, gang (yeah)
    And we ’bout to go up (yeah, yeah)
    Switchin’ lanes, it’s a thang
    Every time we show up (I’m ridin’) (skrrt-skrrt)
    You a lame, lame, lame
    And you so below us (2 Chainz) (yeah)
    Bet your ho, she know us (yeah)
    ‘Cause you know we glowed up (yeah)
    We stayed down (stayed down) ((stayed down)
    And came up (came up)
    And came up (came up) (uh)
    We stayed down (stayed down) (stayed down)
    And came up (came up) (uh)
    The gang up (the gang up, yeah) (uh)

    I’m in my same lane, lane and I ain’t gon’ ever change up (lane, lane)
    I blowed a brain out the Range like a Taz Angel (yeah, yeah)
    It’s RIP to Paul Walker, homie got his stain up (RIP to Paul)
    We had your main on us, now we got stains on us (straight up)
    And all we gotta do is stay down and come up while they flexin’ (all you gotta do)
    Yeah, I got her Indian, she Western (yeah, she Western)
    Yeah, I just had sex with one of your best friends (damn)
    Then that Fast and Furious started nestin’ (sheesh)

    Say I’m ’bout to go take off on you (take off on you)
    Is you stayin’, is you rollin’ like a scroller? (Yes, you are)
    You’re ready to take off like a 1980 Coke? Yes (yuh)
    You ain’t on that Instagram shit, are you gon’ post that? (Yuh)

    I’m with the gang, gang, gang (yeah)
    And we ’bout to go up (yeah)
    Switchin’ lanes, it’s a thang
    Every time we show up (Young Khalifa man) (skrrt)
    You a lame, lame, lame
    And you so below us (yeah)
    Bet your ho, she know us (yeah)
    ‘Cause you know we glowed up (that’s exactly what we gonna do)
    We stayed down (stayed down) (forever)
    And came up (came up)
    And came up (came up) (come see me)
    We stayed down (stayed down, I got exactly what you need)
    And came up (came up) (uh)
    The gang up (the gang up, yeah)

    Yeah, I’m always with my gang
    We always ready to ride ’cause for the squad, we’ll do anything
    Stay down, we’ll never change
    We always gon’ stay the same
    Put you in check, when you outta place
    I try to tell ’em not to mess with my gang, gang, gang
    We do what we gotta do and don’t complain-plain-plain
    I’m on the road, I’m probably fresh up off the plane, plane, plane
    Know you heard about me, I do my thang, thang, thang

    I got the world on my back (back)
    I put your girl on her back (back)
    I did it all on my own (own)
    Now there ain’t no turnin’ back (back)
    And my whole squad got my back (back)
    And shawty so bad, I asked her if she repped the gang
    She said, “Facts” (facts)
    Gang, gang, gang

    Gang, gang, gang
    And we ’bout to go up (yeah)
    Switchin’ lanes, it’s a thang
    Every time we show up (skrrt-skrrt)
    You a lame, lame, lame
    And you so below us (yeah)
    Bet your ho, she know us (yeah)
    ‘Cause you know we glowed up
    We stayed down (stayed down)
    And came up (came up)
    And came up (came up)
    We stayed down (stayed down)
    And came up (came up)
    The gang up (the gang up, yeah)

  • Lifestyle; Young thug lyrics

    Lifestyle; Young thug lyrics

    I done, uh, ha, huh (Ayy)
    London On Da Track, bitch
    (My lifestyle)
    Ayy, Rich Homie, Thugga Thugga in this mothafucka’ (Yee)
    Rich Homie, Thugga Thugga in this mothafucka’ (Oh)
    Rich Gang, Thugga Thugga baby
    Got like four ounces in a 20 ounce, bitch (Ah)
    I’m blessed (Hey)
    (Rich Homie)

    I done (Hey), did a lot of shit just to live this here lifestyle (Oh, yeah, woo)
    We came straight from the bottom to the top, my lifestyle (Lifestyle, ayy)
    Nigga livin’ life like a beginner and this is only beginnin’ (Beginnin’, lil’ nigga, woo)
    I’m on the top of the mountain, puffin’ on clouds and niggas still beginnin’ (You still beginnin’, lil’ nigga)

    Million five on the Visa card (Woo)
    Hundred bands stacked look like some fuckin’ Titans (Football player)
    Nigga servin’ great white like I’m feedin’ sharks (Sheesh)
    I won’t do nothin’ with the bitch, she can’t even get me hard (Woo)
    Somethin’ wrong with the pussy (What?)
    Even though I ain’t gon’ hit it, I’ma still make sure that she douche it (‘Cause what?)
    Me and my woadie, we don’t get caught up like that, no way (No way)
    We ain’t got time to go see doctors, J, hey (Woo)
    Who said money? (Money, nigga)
    Hop up in my bed full of forty bitches, I’m yawnin’ (And why?)
    Hey, think this a show, bitch, I’m performin’
    I do this shit for my daughters and all my sons, bitch (Woo)
    I’m gonna run up them bands up, take care their funds, bitch (Are you eatin’?)
    I got a moms, bitch (What?), she got a moms, bitch (She do)
    I got sisters and brothers to feed (Woo)
    I ain’t goin’ out like no idiot, I’m a OG

    I done did a lot of shit just to live this here lifestyle (Livin’ this shit right now)
    We came straight from the bottom to the top, my lifestyle (Livin’ lifestyle right now, oh)
    Nigga livin’ life like a beginner and this is only beginnin’ (Only beginnin’, lil’ nigga)
    I’m on the top of the mountain, puffin’ on clouds and niggas still beginnin’ (You still beginnin’, lil’ nigga)

    Still screamin’ “Fuck the otherside” (Fuck them niggas, fuck them niggas)
    I’ma ride for my nigga, ayy (Quan voice)
    And I’ma die for my nigga, ayy (Quan voice)
    Ain’t gonna be latchin’ on my niggas, ayy (No way, no way)
    Niggas couldn’t see me if they had a genie (Woo)
    I’ma live my life like Bennie, R.I.P. my brother Bennie (R.I.P.)
    I stack them racks to the ceiling, now these niggas can’t beat me (Racks)
    I just might wake wantin’ Chanel and these bitches can’t see me (Woo)
    I’m in a whole other league (Rich Gang)
    I ain’t got AIDS but I swear to God I would bleed (Suwoop)
    ‘Til I D.I.E (Brrat)
    28 floors up I feel like I could F.L.Y.E.E (Ooh)
    Pee on top of these bitches (Ooh)
    God told me they can never stop me so they ain’t gon’ stop me
    I’m in that Corvette with baby mommy gettin’ sloppy toppy (Skrrt, skrrt, woo)
    I’m bleedin’ red like a devil, I see these bitches plotting
    They wanna know how I got M’s and I didn’t finish college (Damn)

    I done did a lot of shit just to live this here lifestyle (Livin’ this shit right now)
    We came straight from the bottom to the top, my lifestyle (Livin’ lifestyle right now, oh)
    Nigga livin’ life like a beginner and this is only beginnin’ (Only beginnin’, lil’ nigga)
    I’m on the top of the mountain, puffin’ on clouds and niggas still beginnin’ (Tell ’em)

    I do it for my daddy (Ayy), I do it for my mama (I do)
    Them long nights, I swear to God I do it for the come up (Come up)
    I’m Willie B beatin’ on my chest, in the jungle, ayy (Hey)
    Money on money, I got commas in every bank
    Sunday through Monday I’ve been grindin’ with no sleep (Swear)
    Talkin’ ’bout takin’ somethin’ from me, like no way (Nah)
    Thugga Thugger, that’s my brother, brother (Thugger, Thugger)
    You don’t want no trouble trouble or you can get these fists, knuckle, knuckle (Hey)
    Buckle up like a seatbelt or I’ll shoot ya (Fuh fuh)
    Punchin’ on the gas (Skrrt), too fast, and I lose ya (Hey)
    Give me a bed, and I’ll do her (Hey), I want her head, Medusa (Ooh)
    I swear a nigga gone ’cause this strong I’m blowin’ super (OG, nigga)
    Ayy, grindin’ for a new day (What you doin’?)
    I’m skatin’, like that nigga Lupe (Swear to God)
    Hey, I’m on the top just like toupee (I’m on the top, nigga)
    Ayy, I’m in her mouth just like toothpaste

    I’ve done did a lot of shit just to live this here lifestyle (Style)
    We came straight from the bottom to the top, my lifestyle
    Nigga livin’ life like a beginner and this is only beginnin’ (Beginnin’, lil’ nigga)
    I’m on the top of the mountain, puffin’ on clouds and niggas still beginnin’

    Sitting in the middle of this ocean, Pacific that is
    You understand me? Bunch of bad bitches, ya heard?
    Popping that GTV, living that lifestyle, ya heard?
    I do this for Ms. Gladys, boy – 100

  • Bubbly; Young Thug lyrics

    Bubbly; Young Thug lyrics

    My career ’bout to blast like bubbly
    I’m not waitin’ for her to say she love me
    I can tell she’ll fuck with me, man, trust me
    I got a ten year old mink, still ain’t fuzzy
    Three-twenty-five on the dashboard
    Ridin’ in the Porsche, rockin’ Tom Ford
    I ball at Barneys, new Christian Dior
    I took the jet to the New York store
    She lick while I’m drivin’, I’m stainin’ the floor
    I took it off track, now I’m ridin’ in sport (yeah)
    You stay in your feelings, you never my boy
    I can’t come to the hood, I pull a decoy
    Another body drop, and they screamin’ my name
    I’m goin’ to L.A. On a private plane
    Could never come back and my family straight (grrah)
    I’m touchable? No, I’m too rich and too paid
    Skeleton Cartier, black diamonds spade
    Pull up too deep like a fuckin’ parade
    Old jealous-ass niggas try and fuck up my pay (ha)
    Blast off, Rolls-Royce Cullinan rain (broke niggas)
    I put baguettes in my wrist and my neck and my ears and my motherfuckin’ chains (chains)
    This drip out the trenches, I know you gon’ dig it, I come through this motherfucker plain (whoa)
    I cut up my wrist, soakin’ wet (yeah)
    And Coachella keep callin’, they wan’ see the fame
    I took her to China and changed up her climate and now she ain’t talkin’ the same (whoa, yeah)

    Five nights up, still poppin’ and ragin’
    In the SVR, still livin’ deranged (yeah)
    I want her, she wanted the same
    And them both, same time, both glad that they came (it’s lit)
    Keep me a vibe, but can’t keep it contained
    Know I keep me some dawgs, always keep ’em in training (oh)
    Tat’ a logo on the back of my brain
    Don’t ask me what the fuck am I thinkin’
    Back of these walls, I’m full of that drank
    Eric came through with a little entertainment (it’s lit)
    Air 29, got her lookin’ like space
    Houston it’s a problem when we bust in her face and shit
    I came with the snakes, no squids (straight up)
    I broke out the game with a 456
    She lovin’ the fest’, I see it
    She lovin’ the fest’ (straight up, straight up)
    Yeah, I see it on her face, and I’m lovin’ that body in lace
    And I love you lil’ Spider and Drake
    Yeah, I know you got taste, if you love you some, take shots with me
    If I love you, I’ll drop you a pin to a time and a place (wait)

    YSL’ll put a nigga six feet
    I ain’t beggin’ when I tell a bitch, “Please”
    Me and lil’ Thugger on fleek
    Now the lil’ ho wanna meet, ayy
    What, what, what, what?
    Fuck her on beat
    Ovo life not cheap
    I’m a young boy too T’d
    Wire just hit my account, never seen that amount, oh God, I’m geeked
    Been on the charts for five hundred weeks, so somebody love when I speak
    Doin’ this shit just to show we get down in the Six, man, it’s bigger than me
    Texas ranch so big, that shit is perfect for the dippin’
    I don’t care how wet I get her, she won’t catch me
    Three-twenty-five on the dashboard
    Ride in the Porsche, rockin’ Tom Ford
    Rockin’ her bed and the headboard
    What, what, what, what?
    Buyin’ out Louis and Christian Dior
    I took the jet to the New York store
    Park at the regular airport
    You stay in your feelings, was never my boy

  • Go crazy; Young Thug ft Chris Brown

    Go crazy; Young Thug ft Chris Brown

    Oh, yeah
    (Oh, is that Kaniel again?)
    Oh
    (Ayy, bring it, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back)
    Oh, yeah

    Laid up, got me thinkin’, babe
    Tell me if you with it ’cause I’m with it, babe
    I haven’t heard from you in a minute, babe
    Just tell me what to do when I get it, babe
    Gucci and Prada

    Trips to your crib in the middle of the night
    I know that you miss me ’cause I put it down right
    Damn, babe, I can put you on a flight
    You know that a nigga like me can change your life

    Oh, baby, everything you do is amazin’
    Ain’t nobody watchin’, go crazy
    I got what you need
    Everybody think you shy but I know you a freak
    Lil’ baby (oh), everything you do is amazin’ (yeah)
    Ain’t nobody watchin’, go crazy (yeah)
    I got what you need (yeah)
    Everybody think you shy but I know you a freak
    Lil’ baby (yeah)

    I been overseas goin’ crazy (yeah)
    I can tell you love it when we made up (ayy)
    Black and gray diamonds like a Raider (Raider)
    Orange peel, your love is real (yeah)
    Lovin’ skills, I need some lovin’ skills (yeah)
    Left my dirty drawers and you love me still (yeah)
    Eyes come lazy, but she is real (yeah)
    Dressed to kill (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    We can bum-bum ’til you’re tired (oh)
    I can put a stone by your eye (oh)
    I can say you never switchin’ sides
    You never tell me lies
    Not rushin’, tyin’ ties (yeah)

    Trips to your crib in the middle of the night
    I know that you miss me ’cause I put it down right
    Damn, babe, I can put you on a flight
    You know that a nigga like me can change your life

    Oh, baby, everything you do is amazin’
    Ain’t nobody watchin’, go crazy
    (I got what you need) I got what you need
    Everybody think you shy but I know you a freak
    Lil’ baby

    Yeah, get me lit
    Hoes on my phone when they find out that I’m rich
    Then they switch, when they see I’m choosin’ on my bitch
    Top down, got her doin’ donuts on the dick, yeah
    Pose for the flick
    Damn it, bust it, baby, watch you do it on a split
    She don’t need no hands or no pants, do your dance
    Poppin’ rubber bands, hit the dash, make it fast (oh)
    (Ayy, bring it, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back)
    Yeah, waitin’ by me phone, just to dick you down, down
    Let me put it down, down
    Now put it down, down
    Watch me put it down, down
    (Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back)
    Put it down, down

    Trips to your crib in the middle of the night
    I know that you miss me ’cause I put it down right
    Damn, babe, I can put you on a flight
    You know that a nigga like me can change your life

    Oh, baby, everything you do is amazin’
    Ain’t nobody watchin’, go crazy
    I got what you need
    Everybody think you shy but I know you a freak
    Lil’ baby (oh), everything you do is amazin’
    Ain’t nobody watchin’, go crazy
    I got what you need
    Everybody think you shy but I know you a freak
    Lil’ baby

  • Memo; Young Thug

    Memo; Young Thug

    We got London On Da Track

    I’ma pull up on a nigga bitch in my bitch whip (Skrrt)
    I got twenty chains on me, they gon’ chip just like some dip (Sheesh, sheesh)

    Niggas know, they get the memo (They get the what?)
    Stack them racks, they know the memo (Stack it up, stack it up)
    Nigga, stop playin’, you know the memo
    Yeah, look at what she sayin’, she know the memo
    Yeah, she know the memo

    Check my swag, check my bag filled with cash, nigga
    Hundred bands in my pants, check the stash, nigga
    Yeah, she bad, run that back, throw some racks, ayy
    Break her heart, write your name like a cast, yeah

    Price of condo, bale, this not no grass, no
    Take it out the cat and beat that ass, whoa
    If you cut my juice, I’ma pull up and shoot
    And I, I do my shoppin’ on Ferry, no tooth
    You just pull up, I’m not fuckin’, I’ma still show what it do
    Ride around with Ugly Duckling, we just put two somethin’ on a Bu’ (That’s a Bugatti)
    Man, I’m so high I think I just seen a UFO with them troops (What?)
    Bitches just see us and smile like what it do

    I’ma pull up on a nigga bitch in my bitch whip (Skrrt, ayy)
    I got twenty chains on me, they gon’ chip just like some dip

    Nigga know they get the memo
    Stack them racks, they know the memo
    Nigga, stop playin’, you know the memo
    Yeah, look at what she sayin’, she know the memo, yeah
    Yeah, she know the memo

    I don’t play on Arthur, but I’m moon-walkin’
    I know who gon’ catch a body, I know who rockin’
    When I die, I want a hundred bands inside my casket
    I drink Act’, I smoke that gas, I smoke that loud, sirens
    Yeah, yeah, I take molly with the YSL (Memo, slatt)
    I supply ’em with them bricks and bales (Memo, woo)
    I’m gettin’ money, nigga, can’t you tell? (Hell yeah)
    Rollie silver like a handcuff, no jail (Memo)
    I’m so fresh they want a pic
    Pull up on ’em suckers, kickin’ shit and with the shits
    I thought you were rich but you so broke I don’t know shit
    My big brother Bankroll told me I was gonna be the shit

    Nigga know they get the memo
    Stack them racks, they know the memo
    Nigga, stop playin’, you know the memo
    Yeah look at what she sayin’, she know the memo
    Yeah she know the memo

    Check my swag, check my bag, filled with cash, nigga
    Hundred bands in my pants, check the stash, nigga
    Yeah she bad, run that back, throw some racks, ayy
    Break her heart, write your name, like a cast, yeah

    Memo
    Memo
    We got London On Da Track
    Yeah, they know the memo
    Memo