[Intro]

Yeah

Thugger Thugger

Got my broadie London in this mothaf**ker man

I'm tellin' ya this beat hard as... this one hard as f**k, listen bro

I go up up up and away

And I got old hundreds, they wrinkled like a Shar Pei

Plus I'm the realest nigga inside the A



[Hook]

And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yeah

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 mothaf**kas

Run up I swear to god I want tears from your mother

f**k nigga tripping, I'll get prisoned and f**k your father up

I'ma tell em one time, ain't going farther

I'm doing numbers



[Verse 1]

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 want a hundred 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 Funyun

Yeah all my gold made 'em sick and they can vomit

Yeah-yeah... pussy nigga know they can vomit

I'm growing green, me and Chi-Chi, no pet

I'm chasing dreams, free Meek Milly



[Hook]

And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yeah

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 mothaf**kas

Run up I swear to god I want tears from your mother

f**k nigga tripping, I'll get prison and f**k your father

I'ma tell em one time, ain't going farther

I'm doing numbers



[Verse 2]

I'ma tell em one time

I can read your mind

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, then start ridin

Brand new 24's, bitch on climb

You's a busta, mothaf**ka rhymes

Sticky fingers, no porcupine

Genius I'll chase the day

Wait, let me pick up his remains

Hey, them gators get their prey

Hold up, hold up, wait



[Hook]

And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yeah

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 mothaf**kas

Run up I swear to god I want tears from your mother

f**k nigga tripping, I'll get prison and f**k your father

I'ma tell em one time, ain't going farther

I'm doing numbers