[Intro]
Thugger
What do you want from me?
It's YSL until we dead, you know
You understand?
I know (Ha)
[Verse 1]
He geeked, I'm geeked
Two freaks out the Ghi'
SK Kel-Tech XPD
OG off Codeine, need more lean
Need more weed to proceed
I know B's, I throw B's, tall P's
I know Pirus, I know Nine Deuce
If I call up, they gon' kill it too
Call Duke, he gon' shoot
Yeah, Thugger took it too
Livin' bulletproof, if I was you, I would be mad too
Good shooter, I'm a good shooter
And if I wanna see some titties, I go eat at Hooters
Yeah, yeah, I could be your teacher 'cause I got a ruler
My dad ate hunters for thirty years and they call him cougar, yeah
I got ice, baby, fuck your jeweler
Oh, I sip Actavis straight out the cooler (Woah)
Girl, you know it, I'll do you
I give you head, I want your Medusa
I need it, I need it (Yeah)
I need it, I need it (Yeah)
I need it, I need it (Yeah)
Come here, I need it, I need it (Yeah)
[Interlude]
You don't know ting about me, okay?
Leave me 'lone, man
I just want the money, I'll get back with you when I'm done, okay?
Listen up, ayy
[Chorus]
I done spent, I done
I done spent a bag, hundred bands on her, nigga (Woo)
Woah, I'm comin', comin'
I'm comin' in your lane ready to clash with you, nigga
Big six, yeah, six
Six golds in my mouth like a Old English can, lil' nigga (What? What?)
I wrote my verse here with three bars like a Adidas Stan Smith, nigga (Ha)
[Verse 2]
Nigga, nigga, nigga, didn't I tell you 'bout playin' with YSL? (Slatt, yeah)
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, didn't I tell you 'bout playin' with Lil' Jeff?
Why you playin'? Swear to God I got a hundred blues, hundred reds, hundred blacks on my right and left (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Nigga spent two bands on some Maison Margielas, pussy nigga, watch your step
Bangin' big B's, fuck a Bentley (Yeah)
Do a hundred-fifty just because they think it's rented (Yeah, skrrt)
Bitches from the North, South, East, West, we got plenty (Yeah)
New Uncle Luke inside your town with way more riches (Yeah, what?)
Make me, make me nut and get some new Indian Remy, hey (Yeah, yeah)
Make me, make me bleed, swear to God that I'ma leave a nigga drippin' (Drip)
I'm drippin' from the start to the finish, nigga (Drip)
I'm drippin' with my niggas and these bitches, nigga (Drip)
I got some Raf Simons on now, no trippin', nigga (Drippin')
Dick, dick, dick keep her drippin', nigga (Drip)
Dick on a stick got her drippin', nigga (Drip)
Dick with my clique got her drippin', nigga (Drippin')
Dick on her lip, don't kiss it (Oh, drippin')
Jump at it, ribbit, ribbit (Drippin')
[Chorus]
I done spent, I done
I done spent a bag, hundred bands on her, nigga (Woo)
Woah, I'm comin', comin'
I'm comin' in your lane ready to clash with you, nigga
Big six, yeah, six
Six golds in my mouth like a Old English can, lil' nigga (What? What?)
I wrote my verse here with three bars like a Adidas Stan Smith, nigga
