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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Allen Ritter
Songwriter
Jeffrey Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Allen Ritter
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Thugger
What do you want from me?
It's YSL till we dead, you know?
I understand
I know
[Verse 2]
He geeked on beats, two freaks I just geeked
SK, Kel-Tech X-P-D
OG, off codeine, need more lean
Need more weed to proceed
I know B's, I throw B's, tall P's
I know Piru's, I know Nine Deuce
If I call up, they gon' kill it too
Call Duke, he gon' shoot
Yeah, Thugger took it too
Livin' bulletproof if I was you, I would be mad too
[Verse 3]
Good shooter, I'ma good shooter
And if I wanna see some titties, I will eat at Hooters, yeah, yeah
I could be your teacher 'cause I got a ruler
My dad ate hunters for thirty years and they call him cougar
Yeah, I got ice, baby, fuck your jeweler
Ho, I sip Actavis straight out the cooler
Girl, you know that I'll do you
I give you head, I want your Medusa
[Verse 4]
I need it, I need it (Yeah)
I need it, I need it (Yeah)
I need it, I need it (Yeah)
Turn me up, I need it, I need it (Yeah)
[Verse 5]
You don't no ting about me, ok
Leave me 'lone man
I just want the money
I get back with you when I'm done, ok
[Verse 6]
Listen though, hey
I done spent, I done
I done spent about a hunnid bands on her, ****
Whoa, whoa I'm comin', comin'
I'm comin' in your lane, ready to clash with you, ****
[Verse 7]
Big six, yeah six, six golds in my mouth
Like a Old English can lil' ****
I wrote my verses with three bars
Like an Adidas Stan Smith, ****
[Verse 8]
****, ****, ****
Didn't I tell you 'bout playin' with YSL?
****, ****, ****, ****
Didn't I tell you 'bout playin with Lil' Jeff?
Why you playin'? Swear to God I got
Hunnid blues, hunnid reds, hunnid blacks
On my right and left
**** spent two bands on some Maison Margiela
Pussy ****, watch your step
Bangin' big B's, fuck a Bentley
Do a hunnid fifty, just because they think it's rented
Bitches from the north, south, east, west, we got plenty
New Uncle Luke inside your town with way more riches
Make me, make me nut and get some new Indian Remy
Hey, make me, make me bleed swear to God
I'll leave a **** drippin'
[Verse 9]
(Drip) I'm drippin from the start to the finish, ****
(Drip) I'm drippin' with my **** and these bitches, ****
(Drip) I got some Raf Simons on now, no trippin', ****
(Drippin') Dick, dick, dick, keep her drippin' ****
(Drip) Dick on a stick, got her drippin' ****
(Drip) Dick, with my clique, got her drippin' ****
(Drippin') Dick on her lips, don't kiss it, oh
(Drippin') Jump at it, ribbit, ribbit
Drippin'
[Verse 10]
I done spent, I done
I done spent about a hunnid bands on her, ****
Whoa, whoa I'm comin', comin'
I'm comin' in your lane ready to clash with you, ****
[Verse 11]
Big six, yeah six, six golds in my mouth
Like a Old English can lil' ****
Fuck, what
I wrote my verses with three bars
Like an Adidas Stan Smith, ****
Written by: Allen Ritter, Jeffrey Williams