Yeah
Thugger Thugger
Got my brodie London in this motherfucker, man
Im tellin ya this beat hard as... this song hard as fuck, listen, bro, uh
I go up, up, up and away
And I got old hundreds, they wrinkled like a Shar Pei
Plus Im the realest nigga inside the A, yeah
And them boys in Atlanta, they dont play, yeah
And them boys from Atlanta tote them Ks, yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys, nigga
I got plenty ammo for your bumblin, nigga
Ammo for these pussy mothafuckas
Run up, I swear to God I want tears from your mother
Fuck nigga tripping, Ill get prison and fuck your father
Ima tell em one time, aint going farther
Im doing numbers
I got bands in the bando and Im beating David Banner
And Im smoking on cabana, leanin, movin slow as grandma
Motor runnin, spent them commas, now its thunder
Count a hundred, want a hundred more, thats hunger
Yeah, baby, Thugger Thugger hungry, yes, Im hungry
Young Thugger got the munchies
All my diamonds come in yellow like a Funyun
Yeah, all my gold made em sick and they can vomit
Yeah, yeah, yeah... pussy nigga know they can vomit
Im growing green, me and Chi-Chi, no pet
But Im chasing dreams, free Meek Milly
And them boys in Atlanta, they dont play, yeah
And them boys from Atlanta tote them Ks, yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys, nigga
I got plenty ammo for your bumblin, nigga
Ammo for these pussy mothafuckas
Run up, I swear to God I want tears from your mother
Fuck nigga tripping, Ill get prison and fuck your father
Ima tell em one time, aint going farther
Im doing numbers
Ima tell em one time
I can read your mind
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, then start ridin
Brand new 24s, bitch on climb
Yous a busta, mothafucka rhymes
No sticky fingers, no porcupine
Hey, genius, Ill chase the day
Wait, let me pick up his remains
Hey, let them gators get their prey
Hold up, hold up, wait
And them boys in Atlanta, they dont play, yeah
And them boys from Atlanta tote them Ks, yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys, nigga
I got plenty ammo for your bumblin, nigga
Ammo for these pussy mothafuckas
Run up, I swear to God I want tears from your mother
Fuck nigga tripping, Ill get prison and fuck your father
Ima tell em one time, aint going farther
Im doing numbers