Music Video
Hercules
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Williams
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenny 'KennyMixx' Daniels
Mastering Engineer
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Kenny Mixx
Mastering Engineer
Metro Boomin
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Thugger
The Thugger baby, yeah
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
Metro
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
And what? (Metro Boomin' want some more, ****)
[Verse 2]
Shit
Shoot him in his back like Ricky, but not Slick
Spent like seven bands on a tri-colored pit
All my signs red like a stop, ****, no pit
I'm on the purple, ****, high like fucking martians, whoa
In a foreign, yesterday, I was just walkin', whoa
Left my baby mama, now my bitch a Barbie, whoa
All red Dickies suit, I'm riding down Slauson, whoa
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3]
Hercu-hercules
Hercu-hercules
Hercu-hercules
Hercu-hercules
[Verse 4]
I smoke gas, that's that Hercules, strong marijuana
She looked at him, oh, now she watchin' me
Bitch likes my persona
Bitch, I'm speedin' to that Guapanese
Old Chevy mounted up, I can't forget the T
Drop the top, shoot birds at the officers
Fuck them boys, they costin' us, they stalkin' us
They know they old lady not runnin', they fall for us
We so tired of takin' losses, ain't no more chalkin' up
I swear, I promise
[Verse 5]
YSL on Ape and they donkeys
These **** pointless
They want me wanted
I'm still a stoner, MAC and cheese on me
These **** clone me, I'm full, but I'm still hungry
Hey, when the click-clock, I'll make your bitch stop
Ice inside my tick tock, boss cookies, no Brisco
I just bought a Cuban link, flooded with big rocks
Snitches tryna juug at me, I gotta dead sum
[Verse 6]
Shit
Shoot him in his back like Ricky, but not Slick
Spent like seven bands on a tri-colored pit
All my signs red like a stop, ****, no pit
I'm on the purple, ****, high like fuckin' martians, whoa
In a foreign, yesterday, I was just walkin', whoa
Left my baby mama, now my bitch a Barbie, whoa
All red Dickies suit, I'm riding down Slauson, whoa
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 7]
Hercu-hercules
Hercu-hercules
Hercu-hercules
Hercu-hercules
[Verse 8]
Okay first of all, I was doin' this shit 'fore I was rich
I don't care at all, I'll go do a dolphin for my clique
Fuck your conference call, pull up with a check and get my sig'
Double D, you dig
No firework, it was lit
And then some fuck **** was hatin' on me
They took ya life, I know some fuck **** were waitin' on it
I grab that TEC, I grab that .40 and the F&N
Then we pulled up ready to squabble, yeah, we waited on 'em
Anaconda, we on that Slime stuff, here to remind ya
Fucked your old lady, she was the finest
YSL, we shinin', let her stand behind us
Yeah, my crew we rock, rock, baby, you can climb us
I call my migo, migo come and let me juug through the city
He stuffed it with burritos and he let 'em fly right to me
Bitches call me Casino, but I let 'em ride 'round the city
She want bingo, kilo, no sweat, now she can ride in the Bentley
[Verse 9]
Shit
Shoot him in his back like Ricky, but not Slick
Spent like seven bands on a tri-colored pit
All my signs red like a stop, ****, no pit
I'm on the purple, ****, high like fuckin' martians, whoa
In a foreign, yesterday, I was just walking, whoa
Left my baby mama, now my bitch a Barbie, whoa
All red Dickies suit, I'm riding down Slauson, whoa
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 10]
Hercu-hercules
Hercu-hercules
Hercu-hercules
Hercu-hercules
Written by: Jeffrey Williams, Leland Wayne
