[Intro: Peewee Roscoe & Young Thug] Thugger
Ya digg?
Yeah, we got more rings than Michael Jordan
And, um, we ain’t shot no jumper
But we have shot a couple n***as, you know
You digg?
I digg
Thugger, I digg
Ice on, and I digg
(London On Da Track, b**h)
[Chorus: Young Thug] Y-S-L, we gon’ catch a couple bodies
If these n***as think we sweet in these streets (yeah, whoa, yeah)
I know I’ma f** that b**h from the bottom to the top
I’ma buy her a brand new watch, n***a, yes, indeed (yah)
Ayy, yeah
[Verse 1: Young Thug] You with that same ho, boy
You ‘posed to swap out with them b**hes (what?)
If she the truth, you ‘posed to show that lil’ b**h riches (you, what?)
They wanna f** my b**h ’cause she fly as a Frisbee (fly as a Frisbee)
I stuffed that p**y with a broom like a witch (what ya tell ’em?)
Yeah, I’m screamin’ yeah like I’m E-40
Yeah, I drank that lean, but I’m not snorin’
Yeah, sing to her like Lil’ Corey (what?)
Yeah, I wanna fat baby like Norbit (swoop)
Ooh, she wanna tell me she for real and how she livin’, how she feel right now
Ooh, I usually don’t give her no head, but I’m so drunk, I’m goin’ down
[Chorus: Young Thug] Y-S-L, we gon’ catch a couple bodies
If these n***as think we sweet in these streets (hrrrrrat)
(London On Da Track, b**h)
I know I’ma f** that b**h from the bottom to the top
I’ma buy her a brand new watch, n***a, yes, indeed
Ayy, yeah
[Verse 2: Young Thug] f** that b**h from the bottom
f** that little bitty b**h from the bottom
I’ma go an’ pop my motherf**in’ collar
I’ma big ol’ blood, I’ma pop my bollar
I’ma go shootin’ your motherf**in’ father
And my kids gonna know, “God damn, he was ballin'”
And my partner gon’ shoot at your motherf**in’ partner
Got so much water, I can buy me a dolphin
You can run off with a nickel or a dime, or an ounce
Or a motherf**in’ bird, n***a, still get a coffin, yeah
Got a whole dirty bird on a motherf**in’ fish scale, yeah, no dolphin
I’ma f** me a b**h in the hole, I’m a dog
You ain’t a real street n***a, you ain’t took no losses
Why the f** your clique ain’t talkin’ when I catch ’em?
I’ma pop your a**, y’all ain’t no ballers (woo)
I’ma slow it down like I’m on a MARTA bus
And we control this town, boy, ain’t no clownin’ us
Yeah, these n***as some haters, I see ’em frownin’ us
Meanwhile, these n***as’ b**hes love being ’round us
[Chorus: Young Thug] Y-S-L, we gon’ catch a couple bodies
If these n***as think we sweet in these streets
(London On Da Track, b**h)
I know I’ma f** that b**h from the bottom to the top
I’ma buy her a brand new watch, n***a, yes, indeed
Ayy, yeah