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[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, Thugger, 21
Let's get it
Hold on, hold on, hold on

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Used to be debt 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*tch now (Head)
I got a Harley Davidson now (Skrra), 'bout to pass the 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 big tongue on my kicks (Woah)
Baby, put your tongue on my di*k (Woah)
I put ice on my kids (Woah)
I put red in my dreads (Woah)
Act' got here with my medicine (Woah)
n*gga pop, drip, we wet (Woah)
Man I got some ice on my ankle (Woah)
f*ck 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)
Then I'ma f*ck on my ex (Woah)
And I'm gon' pour my syrup (Woah)
Not my Act', just red (Woah)
And I had 'em on deck (Woah)
Think he 'bout to keep my check (Woah)
Green diamonds, on me like p*ss
And I’m a mogul not a peasant
I just got a new Kel-Tec
And it don't come with no kick
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*tch now (Head)
I got a Harley Davidson now (Skrra), 'bout to pass the 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*ckin' 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' di*k to di*k and we laughin' (On God)
Come and get your baby mama, this b*tch a maggot (21, 21)
Half a ticket, worth a jewelry in my carry-on baggage (Yeah)
Thinkin' 'bout pullin' Savage's card, you must be on acid (Yeah)
Cheap ass shots got her feelin' like plastic (21)
My earrings cost more than a n*gga life savin' (Cash)
f*ck 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*tch now (head)
I got a Harley Davidson now (Skrra), 'bout to pass the 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