Young Thug - Now lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Yea, Thugger, 21 Let's get it Hold on, hold on, hold on [Chorus: Young Thug] Used to be dead down (broke), hop out the jet now (the jet) We don't play radio, Funkmaster Flex, now (flex) I just got a new foreign, 'bout to go park the 'Vette now (facts) And I got the dawgs with me (woo), yeah, better call the vet now (hey) I want some inside head now (head), 'bout to call my b**h now (head) I got a Harley Davidson now (skrra), 'bout to pin a T-Rex down (yeah, yeah) I do the whip, no eggs now (woah), I got chips and VICs now (woah) 'Bout to Liu Kang kick it now (woo) 'Bout to chop it with machete now, now, now [Verse 1: Young Thug] Real b**h, talk on my kids (woah) Baby, put your tongue on my dick (woah) I put ice on my kids (woah) I put red in my drink (woah) Act' got here with my medicine (woah) n***a pop, drip, we wet (woah) Man I got some ice on my ankle (woah) f** around, gon' 'head, slit it (woah) It was heavy smoke in my chest (woah) Might jeopardize my checks (woah) I'm 'bout to pop another X (woah) Yeah, don't f** with my ex (woah) And I'm gon' pour my syrup (woah) Not my Act', just red (woah) And I hit him on the dick (woah) Think he 'bout to keep my check (woah) Green diamonds, on me like piss I just got a new [?] tats And it don't come with no kicks And I came up from nothin' Louis Vuitton my neck High end clothes on deck Let 'em all read my text [Chorus: Young Thug] Used to be dead down (broke), hop out the jet now (the jet) We don't play radio, Funkmaster Flex, now (flex) I just got a new foreign, 'bout to go park the 'Vette now (facts) And I got the dawgs with me (woo), yeah, better call the vet now (hey) I want some inside head now (head), 'bout to call my b**h now (head) I got a Harley Davidson now (skrra), 'bout to pin a T-Rex down (yeah, yeah) I do the whip, no eggs now (woah), I got chips and VICs now (woah) 'Bout to Liu Kang kick it now (woo) 'Bout to chop it with machete now, now, now [Verse 2: 21 Savage] Yeah, Saint Laurent Don, yeah (21) Got a lot of blue money, yeah, yeah I cut my thumb, yeah, yeah Bums chasin' crumbs, yeah, yeah Gucci jacket, ah yeah, yeah f** her on the mattress, ah yeah, yeah Got a draco in traffic, ah yeah I just left Magic, throwin' ones out the plastic, yeah, yeah I'm with Slime in that Maybach and we laughin' (21, 21) These rappers jumpin' dick to dick and we laughin' (on God) Come and get your baby mama, this b**h a maggot (21, 21) Half a ticket, worth a j**elry in my carry-on baggage (yeah) Thinkin' 'bout pullin' Savage's card, you must be on acid (yeah) Cheap a** shots got her feelin' like plastic (21) My earrings cost more than a n***a life savin' (cash) f** a weddin' ring, I gave her a mouth full of babies [Chorus: Young Thug] Used to be dead down (broke), hop out the jet now (the jet) We don't play radio, Funkmaster Flex, now (flex) I just got a new foreign, 'bout to go park the 'Vette now (facts) And I got the dawgs with me (woo), yeah, better call the vet now (hey) I want some inside head now (head), 'bout to call my b**h now (head) I got a Harley Davidson now (skrra), 'bout to pin a T-Rex down (yeah, yeah) I do the whip, no eggs now (woah), I got chips and VICs now (woah) 'Bout to Liu Kang kick it now (woo) 'Bout to chop it with machete now, now, now