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[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 bitch 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 bitch, 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)
Nigga pop, drip, we wet (woah)
Man I got some ice on my ankle (woah)
Fuck 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 fuck on 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 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 bitch 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
Fuck 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 bitch 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 nigga life savin’ (cash)
Fuck 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 bitch 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]
A broken heart is kinda hard to measure
And I was always on the hunt for shelter
But I never gave nobody all of me
I’m sorry for all sisters that hurt you
But to be honest boy, I’m so glad they did
Cause now you’re mine and I’m not gonna hurt you
And that’s the realest thing I’ve said
And I’d do it all again just to have more time with you

[Pre-Chorus]
We gave it all, we loved, we fall with grace
They’re all lessons learned
I wouldn’t take a thing back yeah
Cause it brought you here to me
You’re the only one I choose
And if we fall at least we gave it everything
It can’t only be always bad as it can be
And after all it done to me

[Chorus]
I’m just gonna let myself trust you
Let myself, let myself trust you
Let myself, yeah let myself trust you
Let myself, let myself trust you
Let myself, yeah let myself trust you

[Verse 2]
Say that we make it to eighty
You won’t leave me when we’re forty
For somebody who is twenty
And if we make it to eighty
We’ll be back to wearing diapers
This thing we all call life hurts
But I’d do it all again just to have more time with you

[Pre-Chorus]
We gave it all, we loved, we fall with grace
They’re all lessons learned
I wouldn’t take a thing back yeah
Cause it brought you here to me
You’re the only one I choose
And if we fall at least we gave it everything
It can’t only be always bad as it can be
And after all it done to me

[Chorus]
I’m just gonna let myself trust you
Let myself, let myself trust you
Let myself, yeah let myself trust you
Let myself, let myself trust you
Let myself, yeah let myself trust you
Let myself, let myself trust you
Let myself, let myself trust you
Let myself, let myself trust you

[Bridge]
Little boy with your glitter on, full of life and full of love
Tell a joke and I’d laugh along
Little boy with your glitter on, play a song and I’d sing along
Makeup done and your high heels on
And tell the world you didn’t give a fuck
No regrets doin’ what you want
Give ‘em hell and you had your fun
And now you’re gone, and I miss you, friend
I’ll celebrate and I’ll play pretend
Because I know I will see you again

[Chorus]
Little angel, what more else can I do
Little angel, there was so much to do

[Verse]
Golden boy with your golden hair, you ran around without a care
Your sister called and she needs you here
Golden boy with your golden hair, you ran around without a care
Your sister called and she needs you here
And we all miss you
We all miss you
God, we really miss you
We all miss you

[Chorus]
Little angel, what more else can I do
Little angel, there was so much to do

[Bridge]
Little boy with your glitter on, full of life and full of love
Tell a joke and I’d laugh along
Little boy with your glitter on, play a song and I’d sing along
Makeup done and your high heels on
And tell the world you didn’t give a fuck
No regret doing what you want
Give ‘em hell and you had your fun
And now you’re gone, and I miss you, friend
I’ll celebrate and I’ll play pretend
Because I know I will see you again

[Verse 1]
Fuck a co-sign, doing mine, I was made to shine
Lights so bright, little bitch, and I could make you blind
Don’t nobody care in this world, everything is cold
Like my heart in the morgue, everything’s a tag a toe
I ain’t suckin’ dick for no play, must be out your mind
Gettin’ on my knees, tryna please, must be suicide
We won’t get along ’cause it’s wrong, I’m not tryna change
They would do you dirty in a hurry [?]
I don’t want your clout or a pic that’s a fuckin’ joke
Some make me sick with the shit that they tryna smoke
You can play pretend with your friends that I ain’t the shit
You can keep ignorin’ all the facts and what I really did
You can try to front all my life that I came up
Million off a mixtape, that’s a fact and I don’t need to front
People think I’m wack, but they suckin’ dick
The money I’m gettin’ makes everyone sick

[Chorus]
It get lonely at the top and I do it by myself
I got everything I want without anybody help
Do you think I give a fuck? Only care about myself
I’m a stone-cold killer, couple notches on my belt
It get lonely at the top and I do it by myself
I got everything I want without anybody help
Do you think I give a fuck? Only care about myself
I’m a stone-cold killer, couple notches on my belt

[Verse 2]
I don’t front for the ‘Gram, this is just who I am
I don’t ride on no wave, I don’t tag on no plan
I don’t fuck for no clout, I don’t beg for no man
I don’t care about fame, I just care about bands
I came out of the mud and I smile ’cause I can
People look down on me, on account who I am
And they point and they judge, they do not understand
And they talking on me but I don’t give a damn
Back to back tour, even more, I’m a superstar
Throwin’ shots at me, bitch please, I see everything
Only problem now is your grind make you look weak
I am fuckin’ grown, ain’t no little girl in the street
I’m nice to all, I don’t gotta beef
I just want the bag, and you can have the street

[Chorus]
It get lonely at the top and I do it by myself
I got everything I want without anybody help
Do you think I give a fuck? Only care about myself
I’m a stone-cold killer, couple notches on my belt
It get lonely at the top and I do it by myself
I got everything I want without anybody help
Do you think I give a fuck? Only care about myself
I’m a stone-cold killer, couple notches on my belt

[Intro: Young Thug]
Southside on the track, yeah
Yeah
Back to back
Ooh, ooh
Yee!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it’s ’bout to go up (ooh)
You playin’ with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
It can go up (yee-hee), it can go up (yee-hee)
It’s up (say what?), it’s up (ayy)
It can go up (yee-hee), we can get up (yee-hee)
Let’s go up (yee), let’s go up (yee)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Hundred racks on right now
What the fuck is you talkin’ ’bout, lil’ bitty bitch?
I got bitches tryna fuck me, tryna suck me
Tryna meet me, I don’t need money, they’re rich
I got a couple little bitches I done bought a Patek
I’ma put a couple more in their tip
Bless her hips (oh), them bitches dip (oh-oh, yeah)
I just got a ghetto ho to better ho, another ho
I’m ridin’ ’round Mexico with litty
Pull up to your hood wit a busted up brick
We ain’t playin’ ’bout our stuff, big killin’ (yeah)
I just got a king size box of red bottoms
Spend a hundred racks on bitches
Surf jet just bought me a seal
Act’, I don’t need bubblegum or nothin’
I just got a real pint of Actavis
We don’t need no bubblegum or nothin’
I just got a real pint of Act’
We ain’t need bubblegum or no-nothin’, yeah, uh
Kibbles ‘n Bits my dog ’cause we German, uh
I just twisted a Backwood, I think it was sherbet (let’s go)
Yee-hee, Goyard (‘yard)
Yee-hee, let’s have a money war (yah)
Yee-hee, see me hidden in the dark (yah)
Yee-hee, my niggas, we lovin’ this war
(My niggas, we lovin’ this war)
Yee-hee, I forgot about superstardom (yeah, yeah)
Yee-hee, I take my dog’s charge (yeah, yeah)
Yee-hee, make me pull your dog card
Yee-yee, and the ‘ting go bad up (yee)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Uzi Vert]
I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it’s ’bout to go up (ooh)
You playin’ with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
Let’s go up (let’s go up), we can go up (we can go all way up)
We can go up (yeah, we can go up), we can go up (yeah, we can go up)
We can go up (let’s go up), we can get up (we can go all way up)
Let’s go up (yeah, we can go up), let’s go up (yeah, we can go up)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Fuck your bitch for my brunch (woah, woah, what?)
Go to Paris for lunch (let’s go, yeah)
Smokin’ that gas like a skunk (skunk), got a camel, no hump (Lil Uzi)
Nigga, don’t talk greasy, better believe me
You know I stay where the cheese be, bitch, I’m a star like a Ouija
I did not mean to get creepy, diamonds, they wet, need a squeejee (squeejee)
You know I be where the dawgs at, we know you hang where the fleas be (eww)
Automatic where my keys be, I need that shit Puerto Rican
She suck my dick and she leakin’, just livin’ my life and it’s easy (okay)
She put her knees where my feet be, I need a whip that got three seats (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have a threesome, yeah, that’s all week (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don’t want them hoes, yeah, they all weak (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have a threesome, yeah, that’s all week
Don’t want them hoes, yeah, they all weak
Pitch the rock just like a floater, diamonds colder like a boulder
Canary look like Corona, heard you own her, well I stole her
Well at least I’m just a loner, smokin’ gas, bitch, I’m a stoner
He want my swag, he’s a cloner, look at my pocket it’s big, gettin’ swoler
I do not like her, so I can’t promote her
Whippin’ them babies then leave it in strollers
You know she treat the Molly like the coca

[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
Let’s go up
We can go up, we can go up
We can go up, let’s go up
We can go up, we can go up

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Shh, shh, Scotty, look at this dead man, shh, shh
Come on, we gotta put him in a trash can (come on)
I’m ’bout to run, I was just on a Xanny
Don’t give no fuck, I got a prostitute Granny
I got some girl, and that shit stuck in my vein (yeah)
I’m in a coupe, ’bout to be switchin’ the lane (yeah)
I got a girl meetin’ me right when I land (yeah)
I made it clear, I’ma look out when I can (yeah)
Thank you, my brother, thank you, thank you, pardon me (pardon me)
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you for remainin’ the same (‘mainin’ the same)
[?] tryna [?] a ho, you a lame
Money callin’ and I’m reachin’ out every rate (yee)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it’s ’bout to go up (ooh)
You playin’ with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
It can go up (yee-hee), it can go up (yee-hee)
It’s up (say what?), it’s up (ayy)
It can go up (yee-hee), we can get up (yee-hee)
Let’s go up (yee), let’s go up (yee)