Numbers - Young Thug

Thugger Thugger
Got my broadie London in this mothaf_cker man
I'm tell ya this beat, hard, this one hard as f_ck, listen bro
I go up up and away
And I got old hunnids, they wrinkled like a Shar Pei
Plus I'm the realest n_gga inside the A

And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yah
And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey n_ggas
I got plenty ammo for your family n_gga
Ammo for these p_ssy mothaf_ckas
Run up I swear to God I want tears from your mother
F_ck n_gga tripping I get prison and f_ck your father up
I'm a tell em one the time, they ain't going farther
I'm doing numbers

[Verse 1:]
I got bands in the bando
And I'm beating David Banner
And I'm smoking on cabana
Leanin movin slow as grandma
Motor runnin, spit them commas, now it's thunder
Count a hundred want a hunnid more that's hunger
Yeah baby, Thugger Thugger hungry, yes I'm hungry
Young Thugger got the munchies
All my diamonds come in yellow like a Funyon
Yeah all my gold made 'em sick and they can vomit
P_ssy n_gga know they can vomit
I'm growing green me and chi-chi, no pet
I'm chasing dreams, Free Meek Milly


[Verse 2:]
I'm a tell em one time
I can read your mind
Pop, pop, pop, pop, then start ridin
Brand new 24's, b_tch on climb
You's a busta, mothaf_cka rhymes
No Sticky fingers, no porcupine
Genius I'll chase the day
Wait, let me pick up his remains
Let them gators get their prey
Hold up hold up, wait


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