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[Intro: Young Thug] (Ricky Racks) Thugger Thugger Migos Migos Hey, yeah [Chorus: Young Thug] One, two, three, and to the four I'm a slimeball, I thought you mother fuckin' know One, two, three, and to the four I got lots of birdies, I'ma call up the Migos These niggas smaller than Booty Shorts I fucked her friend. Now, that's ludicrous I fuck that bitch, she's a pootie-puss I put it right in her booty-butt These bitches playing like Toys-R-Us I'm screamin' it, now they know it's us If you think you're smart, it's the martyr bus You tripping, they came on a charter bus [Verse 1: Quavo] Dripping sauce, teriyaki That's them boys saying Versace You think I'm cooking calamari, bitch I'm tryna whip a 'rari I'm on the block like horus, beat the pot, Chuck Norris I got more sand than the sea shore I fuck your bitch then I board her Put the dope in my trousers, I'm a villain, Quavo bowser Sniper on the roof like a owl, jump in the coupe like a diver They calling me Quavo MacGyver, oops, I mean Mick Jagger Having dab, nigga, fuck swag If I ain't got the chopper, hit you with the dagger Put the pussy on a platter, lil' mama ride me like a saddle I'ma rapper slash trapper, shooting at you pussy actors Your trap in a drought like a cactus I'm a superstar, look at my status You want it, just send me the addy Drop it off in Cincinnati [Chorus: Young Thug] One, two, three, and to the four I'm a slimeball, I thought you mother fuckin' know One, two, three, and to the four I got lots of birdies, I'ma call up the Migos These niggas smaller than Booty Shorts I fucked her friend. Now, that's ludicrous I fuck that bitch, she's a pootie-puss I put it right in her booty-butt These bitches playing like Toys-R-Us I'm screamin' it, now they know it's us If you think you're smart, it's the martyr bus You tripping, they came on a charter bus [Verse 2: Takeoff] One, don't you say nothing, my niggas, they come get the money, they want it Two, went up in your spot, that's a home invasion, boy, you know what to do Three, what's the use of having pocket rockets if you ain't gon' squeeze Four, I pour me a four, aim at your window with the four four Nigga talk reckless just for some recognition Not to mention, I'm fucking they bitches Want some attention, they feeling offended when Migos and Thugger fucking up the city I been taking trips to get the benjis, and whatever you with, my nigga, we with it Diss up my block, you can't hit it Fill my cup, it's gon' cost you four fifty All of my niggas, they orangoutangs, gorillas Hit 'em with the chopper, make a nigga dance, thriller Malcolm in the middle when you stuck in a pickle I'm drinking codeine, you can have the liquor You niggas broke, you ain't living right Double cup purple like Kryptonite Take your bitch, give me space like a gigabyte Migos and Thugger blowing up, no dynamite [Chorus: Young Thug & Offset] One, two, three, and to the four I'm a slimeball, I thought you mother fuckin' know One, two, three, and to the four I got lots of birdies, I'ma call up the Migos These niggas smaller than Booty Shorts I fucked her friend. Now, that's ludicrous I fuck that bitch, she's a pootie-puss I put it right in her booty-butt These bitches playing like Toys-R-Us I'm screamin' it, now they know it's us If you think you're smart, it's the martyr bus You tripping, they came on a charter bus (Offset) [Verse 3: Offset] Your money smaller than rulers, yeah My bitch got a bag with a poodle there They tried to give me the electric chair I'm rich, so I bought myself outta there These niggas smaller than maggots And these bitches attracted like magnets I been dabbing on 'em, YRN fashion Flying on a carpet like I'm Aladdin Molly santan and my cup is polluted Got a bad bitch beside me, I won't lose her Got the MAC and I ain't talking computer And if you want war, just like Nike, we do it Eat the dab like it's gum, and she chew it I'm just gonna feed her crumbs and I boot her She slurping a nigga cum like a noodle I hang with the animals like Doctor Dolittle My OG told me do big and don't do little Drop the top all on my haters, I blew 'em No heart for these hoes, we want pleasure, we run through 'em Walk in my room, ain't no talking, we straight to it We lunatics and my bitch is from St. Louis Got me a million, take vacays to Cancun We got banana clips for all you baboons Catch a nigga slipping, beat a nigga like I'm shining shoes [Chorus: Young Thug] One, two, three, and to the four I'm a slimeball, I thought you mother fuckin' know One, two, three, and to the four I got lots of birdies, I'ma call up the Migos These niggas smaller than Booty Shorts I fucked her friend. Now, that's ludicrous I fuck that bitch, she's a pootie-puss I put it right in her booty-butt These bitches playing like Toys-R-Us I'm screamin' it, now they know it's us If you think you're smart, it's the martyr bus You tripping, they came on a charter bus