Sup Mate lyrics

[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 (Poof, poof, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Future]
Oxycontin what I p*ss
(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 f*cks, mate (Woo, mate)
Give no f*cks, mate (Woo, geeked, mate), I'm up, mate (Woo, outta shape, yeah, yeah)
It's up, mate, I buck, mate (Yeah, yeah)
I bleed, mate, he bled, mate (Woo, yeah, yeah)
Got cups, mate, (Woo) no f*cks, mate
Let's f*ck, mate (Woo)
f*cked my classmate (Woo), f*ck, sh*t, let's splash, mate (Woo)
Or suck that sh*t, let's splash, hey
[Verse 2: Future]
Smokin' on loud, we don't f*ck around with y'all
Wanna try this sh*t, let me know
We prepare first and then Columbine
Trenchcoat, under a n*gga's sleeve

[Refrain: Future & Young Thug]
Wipe his nose, wipe his nose (pus*y ass n*gga)
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 f*ckin' around (Yeah, yeah)
Smokin' on loud, we don't f*ck around with 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 f*ckin' 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
b*tch wanna hit her a lick, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
b*tch wanna suck on the di*k, yeah
b*tch wanna get her a brick, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,)
b*tch wanna f*ck on a b*tch (Yeah)
b*tch wanna f*ck on the clique (Yeah, yeah)
Euros on euros, I'm gettin' it (Uh)
Step 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 b*tch 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"
Count a M and count another one, ooh, ooh (Ooh)
f*ck that sh*t, I enter the lotto, woo, woo (f*ck 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)
Up to the sky with my mom, brothers
(Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
They let it hit from the side, they were all cudders
(Woo, woo, f*ck it, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 8: Future]
Oh, okay, f*ck her good, make her try voodoo
Okay, my plug put me on, I call him Lou Lou
Hood n*gga, pay it in full, I'm a black Jew
What's population? I come from the trenches, we pray for a brick
What's poppin', lady? b*tches love a n*gga's 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
Ooh, four girls on fleek
Ooh, bad and saditty
Ooh, ass and her titties
Ooh, that ting litty
And my Spanish ting, she bad like J. Lo (Ooh, ooh)
I crushed up an X pill in her as*h*le (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]
Ooh, ass and her titties (Ooh)
Ooh, that ting litty (Ooh)
Ooh, ass and her titties (Ooh)
Ooh, that ting litty (Ooh)
Ooh, ass and her titties (Ooh)
Ooh, that ting litty (Ooh)