Numbers

Yeah Thugger Thugger Got my broadie London in this mothafucker, man I'm telling ya this beat hard, this one hard as fuck, listen bro I go up up and away And I got old hunnids, they wrinkled like a Shar Pei Plus I'm the realest nigga inside the A And them boys in Atlanta they don't play, yah And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's yeah And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys, nigga I got plenty ammo for your bumblin' nigga Ammo for these pussy mothafuckas Run up, I swear to god, I want tears from your mother Fuck, nigga tripping, I'll get prison and fuck your father Imma tell 'em one the time, they ain't going farther I'm doing numbers I got bands in the bando And I'm beating David Banner And I'm smoking on Cabana Leanin', movin' slow as grandma Motor runnin', spent them commas, now it's thunder Count a hundred on a hunnid more, that's hunger Yeah baby, Thugger Thugger hungry, yes I'm hungry Young Thugger got the munchies All my diamonds come in yellow like a Funyon Yeah, all my gold made 'em sick and they can vomit Yah yah Pussy nigga know they can vomit I'm growing green me and Chi-Chi no pet I'm chasing dreams, Free Meek Milly And them boys in Atlanta they don't play, yah And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's, yeah And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys, nigga I got plenty ammo for your bumblin', nigga Ammo for these pussy mothafuckas Run up, I swear to god, I want tears from your mother Fuck, nigga tripping, I get prison and fuck your father Imma tell em one the time, they ain't going farther I'm doing numbers Imma tell 'em one time I can read your mind Pop, pop, pop, pop, bitch gon' run Brand new 24's bitch on climb You's a busta, mothafucka rhymes No sticky fingers, no porcupine Genius, I'll chase the day Wait, let me pick up his remains Let them gators get their prey Hold up, hold up, wait And them boys in Atlanta they don't play, yah And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's, yeah And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys, nigga I got plenty ammo for your bumblin', nigga Ammo for these pussy mothafuckas Run up, I swear to god, I want tears from your mother Fuck, nigga tripping, I get prison and fuck your father Imma tell 'em one the time, they ain't going farther I'm doing numbers