Numbers

Numbers - Young Thug Lyrics

[Intro]YeahThugger ThuggerGot my broadie London in this mothafucker manI'm tellin' ya this beat hard as... this one hard as fuck, listen broI go up up up and awayAnd I got old hundreds, they wrinkled like a Shar PeiPlus I'm the realest nigga inside the A[Hook]And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yeahAnd them boys from Atlanta tote them K's yeahAnd them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys niggaI got plenty ammo for your bumblin' niggaAmmo for these pussy mothafuckasRun up I swear to god I want tears from your motherFuck nigga tripping, I'll get prisoned and fuck your father upI'ma tell em one time, ain't going fartherI'm doing numbers[Verse 1]I got bands in the bando and I'm beating David BannerAnd I'm smoking on cabana, leanin', movin slow as grandmaMotor runnin', spent them commas, now it's thunderCount a hundred want a hundred more, that's hungerYeah baby, Thugger Thugger hungry, yes I'm hungryYoung Thugger got the munchiesAll my diamonds come in yellow like a FunyunYeah all my gold made 'em sick and they can vomitYeah-yeah... pussy nigga know they can vomitI'm growing green, me and Chi-Chi, no petI'm chasing dreams, free Meek Milly[Hook]And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yeahAnd them boys from Atlanta tote them K's yeahAnd them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys niggaI got plenty ammo for your bumblin' niggaAmmo for these pussy mothafuckasRun up I swear to god I want tears from your motherFuck nigga tripping, I'll get prison and fuck your fatherI'ma tell em one time, ain't going fartherI'm doing numbers[Verse 2]I'ma tell em one timeI can read your mindPop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, then start ridinBrand new 24's, bitch on climbYou's a busta, mothafucka rhymesSticky fingers, no porcupineGenius I'll chase the dayWait, let me pick up his remainsHey, them gators get their preyHold up, hold up, wait[Hook]And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yeahAnd them boys from Atlanta tote them K's yeahAnd them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys niggaI got plenty ammo for your bumblin' niggaAmmo for these pussy mothafuckasRun up I swear to god I want tears from your motherFuck nigga tripping, I'll get prison and fuck your fatherI'ma tell em one time, ain't going fartherI'm doing numbers