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, nigga
Sick
Shoot him in his back like Ricky but not Slick
Spent like seven bands on a tri-color pit
All my signs red like a stop, nigga no pit
Blow the purple, nigga, high like fuckin martians, woah
In a foreign, yesterday I was just walkin, woah
Left my baby mama, now my bitch a Barbie, woah
All-red Dickies suit, Im ridin down Slauson, woah
Hercu-Hercules Whoa, yeah, yeah, hey, hey
Hercu-Hercules Heeh, heeh, yay, heeh, heeh
Hercu-Hercules Ooh, yah, yeah, yeah
Hercu-Hercules I got, I got, I got lean
I smoke gas, thats that Hercules, strong marijuana
She looked at him, oh, now she watchin me
Bitch likes my persona
Bitch Im speedin to that guapanese Skrrt
Old Chevy mounted up, I cant forget the T
Drop the top, shoot birds at the officers Fuck em
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, aint no more chalkin us
I swear, I promise
YSL on ape and they donkeys
These niggas pointless
They want me wanted
Im still a stoner, MAC and cheese on me
These niggas clonin, Im full but Im still hungry
Hey when the click clock, Ill 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 some, whoa shit
Shoot him in his back like Ricky but not Slick
Spent like seven bands on a tri-color pit
All my signs red like a stop, nigga no pit
Blow the purple, nigga, high like fuckin martians, woah
In a foreign, yesterday I was just walkin, woah
Left my baby mama, now my bitch a Barbie, woah
All red Dickies suit, Im ridin down Slauson, woah Skrt
Hercu-Hercules Whoa, yeah, yeah, hey, hey
Hercu-Hercules Heeh, heeh, yay, heeh, heeh
Hercu-Hercules Ooh, yah, yeah, yeah
Hercu-Hercules I got, I got, I got lean
Okay first of all, I was doin this shit fore I was rich
I dont care at all, Ill 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 nigga was hatin on me
They took ya life, I know some fuck niggas waitin on it
I grab that TEC, I grab that 40 and the FN
Then we pulled up and hit the spot, yeah we laid it on em
Anaconda, we on that slime stuff, here to remind ya
Fucked your old lady, she wasnt fly enough
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 a burrito and he let em fly right to me
Bitches call me Casino cause I let em ride round the city
She want bingo, kilo, no sweat, now she can ride in a Bentley
Whoa, sick
Shoot him in his back like Ricky but not Slick
Spent like seven bands on a tri-color pit
All my signs red like a stop, nigga no pit
Blow the purple, nigga, high like fuckin martians, woah
In a foreign, yesterday I was just walkin, woah
Left my baby mama, now my bitch a Barbie, woah
All red Dickies suit, Im ridin down Slauson, woah
Hercu-Hercules Whoa, yeah, yeah, hey, hey
Hercu-Hercules Heeh, heeh, yay, heeh, heeh
Hercu-Hercules Ooh, yah, yeah, yeah
Hercu-Hercules I got, I got, I got lean
Thugger Thugger said he have a brand new stick
Thugger Thugger sittin on some fashion shit
Thugger Thugger still livin like a boss
YSL my team, my squad