[Intro: Young Thug]
(Billboard Hitmakers)
Thugger
Ayy, I'm on some real cash money, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm on that real-real-real cash money type shit, you know what I'm sayin'? [?], yeah
[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
Watch out, watch out, nigga
Back up, yeah, bow-bow, nigga
Tangerine bullets, bustin' pumpkins
Ain't tellin' you no more, let the war begin
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I'm tellin' you once, not again
I'm tellin' you once, not again
I'm tellin' you once, not again
I'm tellin' him once, not again
I'm tellin' him once, not again
I'm tellin' him once, not again
I'm tellin' him once, not again
Nigga, I'm tellin' him once, not again
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I pull up and air it out, I pull up and do my bars
I pull up and cash out, pull off in the new car
I can't smoke the Backwoods, probation a cigar
I blow me a big bag right on your lil' bitty broad
On the wall, got some cash in it
Two-twenty-five on my dash digits
Ready to go to war with all these bitches
Promise I won't be the last livin'
Wrist and finger filled with water
I been that boy, I'm a starter
I hit your broad and I fucked your broad
Man, that baby might be my lil' daughter
Ayy, I'm in the mall coppin' Prada
Ayy, Middle finger, fuck the coppers
Hey, I'm in a Rolls, not a Dodger
Yeah, dope come from Tijuana
(Billboard Hitmakers)
Thugger
Ayy, I'm on some real cash money, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm on that real-real-real cash money type shit, you know what I'm sayin'? [?], yeah
[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
Watch out, watch out, nigga
Back up, yeah, bow-bow, nigga
Tangerine bullets, bustin' pumpkins
Ain't tellin' you no more, let the war begin
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I'm tellin' you once, not again
I'm tellin' you once, not again
I'm tellin' you once, not again
I'm tellin' him once, not again
I'm tellin' him once, not again
I'm tellin' him once, not again
I'm tellin' him once, not again
Nigga, I'm tellin' him once, not again
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I pull up and air it out, I pull up and do my bars
I pull up and cash out, pull off in the new car
I can't smoke the Backwoods, probation a cigar
I blow me a big bag right on your lil' bitty broad
On the wall, got some cash in it
Two-twenty-five on my dash digits
Ready to go to war with all these bitches
Promise I won't be the last livin'
Wrist and finger filled with water
I been that boy, I'm a starter
I hit your broad and I fucked your broad
Man, that baby might be my lil' daughter
Ayy, I'm in the mall coppin' Prada
Ayy, Middle finger, fuck the coppers
Hey, I'm in a Rolls, not a Dodger
Yeah, dope come from Tijuana
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