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"Sup Mate" is a track by Young Thug, from the album So Much Fun, released 16th August 2019. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about Young Thug.
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[Intro: Future] (DY Krazy) Yellow tape, I put that on (Yeah, yeah) Hold up, wait, life's great (Yeah, yeah) Hold up, wait, ice skate (Yeah, yeah) Hold up, wait, crime pay (Yeah, yeah) Hold up, wait, slatt, slatt (ATL Jacob, yeah, yeah) Twenty cars, matte black (Yeah, yeah) Surfin' at a Ritz Carlton (Yeah, yeah) Two pink toes (Woo, woo, yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Young Thug & Future] Oxycontin what I piss (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Flip it to the dog like a dish (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Accept the loss before I quit (Yeah, yeah, accept the loss before I quit, yeah, yeah) She slept at the house, I bought her Ruth Chris (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Future & Young Thug] What's up, mate? Got cake, mate (Yeah, yeah) Got cheese, mate, got bread, mate (Woo) Got cups, mate (Woo, ooh), no fucks, mate (Woo, mate) Give no fucks, mate (Woo, geeked, mate), I'm up, mate (Woo, outta shape, yeah, yeah) It's up, mate, I'm bussin', mate (Yeah, yeah) I bleed, mate, he bled, mate (Woo, yeah, yeah) Got cups, mate (Woo), no fucks, mate, let's fuck, mate (Woo) Fucked my classmate (Woo) Shit, let's splash, mate (Woo, fuck that shit, let's splash, hey) [Verse 2: Future] Smokin' on loud, we don't give a fuck about y'all Mob ties, nigga, she'll line you up We prepare first and then Columbine Trenchcoat, under a nigga's sleeve [Refrain: Future & Young Thug] Wipe his nose, wipe his nose (Pussy-ass nigga) Wipe his nose (Slatt), wipe his nose (Wipe your nose) Wipe his nose (Wipe your nose, slatt), wipe his nose (Slatt, wipe his nose) Wipe his nose (Wipe your nose), wipe his nose (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 3: Future] Doubled the cups and then doubled it up and I doubled it up (Yeah, yeah) Jump in the Bentley, I jump in the truck and I trucker the truck (Woo, yeah, yeah) Chuggin' it down, I'm smokin' a pound, I'm fuckin' around (Yeah, yeah) Smokin' on loud, we don't give a fuck about y'all [Chorus: Future] What's up, mate? (Woo), got the blicky, featherweight (Woo) Got the cash, I bake the cake (Woo), ayy, what's brackin', mate? (Woo) I just sniper, mate (Woo), chain on hydrate, mate (Woo) Get no sleep, mate (Woo), I'm geeked, mate, pushin' weight, outta shape (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 4: Young Thug & Future] Red wings, red bottoms, I'm a fuckin' devil (Yeah, yeah) Twenty tennis chains on, not no Ric Flair medal (Woo, yeah, yeah) I don't gotta run it back, you heard what Gunna tell 'em (Yeah, yeah) Put my diamonds in a bowl, that look like Fruity Pebbles [Verse 5: Future] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Bitch wanna hit her a lick, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Bitch wanna suck on the dick, yeah Bitch wanna get her a brick, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Bitch wanna fuck on a rich nigga (Yeah) Bitch wanna fuck on the clique (Yeah, yeah) Euros on euros, I'm gettin' it (Uh) Slept on the floor, now I'm lit (Woo) [Refrain: Young Thug & Future] Wipe his nose, wipe her nose (Woo) Kick a door, keep the Ruger (Woo) Put the pole in his ho, bend her over (Woo, woo, woo) Then you buy that bitch a brand new Range Rover (Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 6: Future & Young Thug] I'm so high, all I can say is "Woo, woo, woo" I can't talk, I barely could say, "Woo, woo, woo" Counted an M and counted another one, ooh, ooh (Ooh) Fuck that shit, I enter the lotto, woo, woo (Fuck it, yeah, yeah) [Verse 7: Young Thug & Future] Count a half and another (Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I can never be a facade relative (Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Go to the sky with my mud brothers (Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) They let it hit from the side, it was all cutters (Woo, woo, fuck it, yeah, yeah) [Verse 8: Future] Oh, okay, fuck her good, make her try voodoo Okay, my plug put me on, I call him Lou Lou Hood nigga, paid in full, I'm a black Jew What's poppin', mate? I come from the trenches, we pray for a brick What's poppin', mate? These bitches love a nigga accent (Woo, woo) Pain pills, codeine, hydro, acid (Woo, woo) I hang with some slimes, pullin' kick doors (Woo, woo) Outchea, outchea, quit your reachin' Gucci socky on my feet Sloppy toppy, keep it neat One, two, three, I got freaks Hermès on fleek, ooh Bad and saditty, ooh Ass and her titties, ooh That's team litty Call my Spanish ting, she bad like J. Lo (Ooh, ooh) I crushed up an X pill in her asshole (Ooh, ooh) Fifty-round clip, got my Draco (Ooh, ooh) I should, I should teach drug classes (Ooh, ooh) I stay on my grind, Margiela ten toes (Ooh, ooh) Money on my mind, I'm a nympho (Ooh, ooh) [Outro: Future] Ass and her titties, ooh That's team litty, ooh Ass and her titties, ooh That's team litty, ooh Ass and her titties, ooh That's team litty, ooh
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