[Intro]
Yeah
Thugger Thugger
Got my broadie London in this mothaf**er man
I'm tellin' ya this beat hard as... this one hard as f**, listen bro
I go up up up and away
And I got old hundreds, they wrinkled like a Shar Pei
Plus I'm the realest n***a inside the A
[Hook]
And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yeah
And them boys from Atlanta tote them K's yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys n***a
I got plenty ammo for your bumblin' n***a
Ammo for these p**y mothaf**as
Run up I swear to god I want tears from your mother
f** n***a tripping, I'll get prison and f** your father
I'ma tell em one time, ain't going farther
I'm doing numbers
[Verse 1]
I got bands in the bando and I'm beating David Banner
And I'm smoking on cabana, leanin', movin slow as grandma
Motor runnin', spent them commas, now it's thunder
Count a hundred want a hundred more, that's hunger
Yeah baby, Thugger Thugger hungry, yes I'm hungry
Young Thugger got the munchies
All my diamonds come in yellow like a Funyun
Yeah all my gold made 'em sick and they can vomit
Yeah-yeah... p**y n***a know they can vomit
I'm growing green, me and Chi-Chi, no pet
I'm chasing dreams, free Meek Milly
[Hook]
And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yeah
And them boys from Atlanta tote them K's yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys n***a
I got plenty ammo for your bumblin' n***a
Ammo for these p**y mothaf**as
Run up I swear to god I want tears from your mother
f** n***a tripping, I'll get prison and f** your father
I'ma tell em one time, ain't going farther
I'm doing numbers
[Verse 2]
I'ma tell em one time
I can read your mind
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, then start ridin
Brand new 24's, b**h on climb
You's a busta, mothaf**a rhymes
No sticky fingers, no porcupine
Genius I'll chase the day
Wait, let me pick up his remains
Hey, them gators get their prey
Hold up, hold up, wait
[Hook]
And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yeah
And them boys from Atlanta tote them K's yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys n***a
I got plenty ammo for your bumblin' n***a
Ammo for these p**y mothaf**as
Run up I swear to god I want tears from your mother
f** n***a tripping, I'll get prison and f** your father
I'ma tell em one time, ain't going farther
I'm doing numbers