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Young Thug - Sup Mate ft. Future (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dwan Avery
Dwan Avery
Songwriter
Jacob Canady
Jacob Canady
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A.'Bainz' Bains
A.'Bainz' Bains
Mixing Engineer
ATL Jacob
ATL Jacob
Producer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Dy
Dy
Producer
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Recording Engineer
Fxxxxy
Fxxxxy
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Shaan Singh
Shaan Singh
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yellow tape, I put that on
Hold up, wait, life's great
Hold up, wait, ice skate
Hold up, wait, crime pay
Hold up, wait, slatt, slatt
ATL Jacob
20 cars, matte black
Surfin' at a Ritz Carlton
Two pink toes, poof, poof
**** what I piss
Flip it to the dog like a dish
Accept the loss before I quit
She slept at the house, I bought her Ruth Chris
What's up, mate? Got cake, mate
Got cheese, mate, got bread, mate
<span begin="32.301" end="33.362">Got cups, mate</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="33.458" end="33.837">(Ooh)</span></span>
<span begin="34.027" end="35.019">No ****, mate</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="35.120" end="35.454">(Mate)</span></span>
<span begin="35.464" end="36.661">Give no ****, mate</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="36.773" end="37.366">(Geeked, mate)</span></span>
<span begin="37.376" end="38.186">I'm up, mate</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="38.314" end="39.031">(Outta shape)</span></span>
It's up, mate, I buck, mate
I bleed, mate, he bled, mate
Got cups mate, no **** mate
Let's ****, mate
**** my classmate
****, ****, let's splash, mate
Or suck that ****, let's splash, hey
Smokin' on loud, we don't **** around with y'all
Wanna try this shit, let me know
We prepare first and then Columbine
Trenchcoat, under a **** sleeve
Wipe his nose, wipe his nose
Wipe his nose
Slatt
<span begin="1:10.543" end="1:11.417">Wipe his nose</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="1:11.472" end="1:12.299">(Wipe your nose)</span></span>
<span begin="1:12.309" end="1:13.007">Wipe his nose</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="1:13.122" end="1:13.849">(Wipe your nose)</span></span>
<span begin="1:13.859" end="1:14.653">Wipe his nose</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="1:14.221" end="1:15.551">(Slatt, wipe his nose)</span></span>
<span begin="1:15.561" end="1:16.296">Wipe his nose</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="1:16.306" end="1:17.198">(Wipe your nose)</span></span>
Wipe his nose
Doubled the cups and then doubled it up and I doubled it up
Jump in the Bentley, I jump in the truck and I trucker the truck
Chuggin' it down, I'm smokin' a pound, I'm **** around
Smokin' on loud, we don't **** around with y'all
What's up, mate?
Got the blicky, featherweight
The cash, I bake the cake
Aye, what's brackin', mate?
I just sniper, mate
Chain on hydrate, mate
Get no sleep, mate
I'm geeked, mate, pushin' weight, outta shape
Red wings, red bottoms, I'm a **** devil
Twenty tennis chains on, not no Ric Flair medal
I don't gotta run it back, you heard what Gunna tell 'em
Put my diamonds in a bowl, that look like Fruity Pebbles
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
**** wanna hit her a lick
**** wanna suck on the ****
**** wanna get her a brick
**** wanna **** on a ****
**** wanna **** on the clique
Euros on euros, I'm gettin' it, ugh
Step on the floor, now I'm lit
Wipe his nose, wipe her nose
Kick a door, keep the Ruger
Put the pole in his ho, bend her over
Then you buy that **** a brand new Range Rover
I'm so high, all I can say is, "Woo, woo, woo"
I can't talk, I barely could say, "Woo, woo, woo"
Count a M and count another one, ooh, ooh, ooh
**** that shit, I enter the lotto, woo, woo, woo
Count a half and another
I can never be a façade, relative
Up to the sky with my mom, brothers
They let it hit from the side, they were all cudders
Oh, okay, **** her good, make her try voodoo
Okay, my plug put me on, I call him Lou Lou
Hood ****, pay it in full, I'm a black Jew
What's poppin', ladies? I come from the trenches, we pray for a brick
What's poppin' ladies? **** love a **** accent
Pain ****, ****, ****, ****
I hang with some slimes, pullin' kick doors
Outchea, outchea, quit your reachin'
Gucci socky on my feet
Sloppy toppy, keepin' it neat
One, two, three, I got freaks
Ooh, four girls on fleek
Ooh, bad and saditty
Ooh, **** and her ****
Ooh, that ting litty
And my Spanish ting, she bad like J. Lo, ooh, ooh
I crushed up an **** in her ****, ooh, ooh
50-round clip, got my Draco, ooh, ooh
I should, I should teach **** classes, ooh, ooh
I stay on my grind, Margiela ten toes, ooh, ooh
Money on my mind, I'm a nympho, ooh, ooh
**** and her ****, ooh
That ting litty, ooh
**** and her ****, ooh
That ting litty, ooh
**** and her ****, ooh
That ting litty, ooh
Written by: Dwan Avery, Jacob Denzal Canady, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Jeffery Lamar Williams
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