作曲 : Frederick Tipton

Thugger

Slime, sneaker life

800 capsules of Molly

Just be very still, I ain't gonna hurt anybody

Hell nah, I ain't 12, but if I like it I cop it

I met papi and he said he good at uploadin' wallets

Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins

Catch me boolin' with them slimes 'cause them my youngins

I be slimin' with them slimes 'cause them my youngins

Catch me slidin' with the slimes 'cause them my youngins (Hey)

Chrissy Carter bezel inside my baby pampers, eww (Eww)

I get off the work and let the J's snort the scale (Sheesh)

My ***** ride slow with the yay like she get L's (Sheesh)

I wear that white, I cook that white, but I am not no chef (Woo)

Add a little soda, put the tan on it (Tan on it)

I got the **** for my L O and my shawty want it (Shawty want it)

I drink more mud than a pig, I think porky want me (Uh)

And the front of the Mazi look like a fork don't it? (Sheesh, sheesh)

Let it breathe (Let it breathe)

I'm not no rat but Young Thugger be chasing cheese (Chasin' cheese)

I want the M's and I'm not talking Micky D's (D's)

My jewelry gold like the tokens at Chuck E. Cheese (Blat)

Old English, 800 capsules of Molly

Just be very still, I ain't gonna hurt anybody

Hell nah, I ain't 12, but if I like it I cop it

I met papi and he said he good at uploadin' wallets

Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins

Catch me boolin' with them slimes 'cause them my youngins

I be slimin' with them slimes 'cause them my youngins (Them my youngins)

Catch me slidin' with the slimes 'cause them my youngins (Yeah, yeah)

Slammin' with my youngins (Yeah), couple hundred onions (Yeah)

Breaking down them 20s what you need, we got it for you (Yeah)

Chop a chicken down to chicken nuggets for my cluckers (Yeah)

Spray that Cutlass, threw them Forgiato's on that mother****er (Yeah, yeah)

Gangsta Gibbs, ho, fresh up off a powder pack (Yeah)

Solo on the '94, ***** I brought that powder back (Yeah)

Geekers do that zombie walk, *****, I let the chopper talk (Yeah)

*****s get to talking, ch-ch-chop 'em off like Tomahawks

Ch-ch-chop 'em off like Tomahawks

8000 capsules of molly

Yeah, selling ****, and robbing, momma I dropped out of college

Yeah, jumped off on this rap ****, I've been 100 solid

Yeah, police ever catch me then they gon' catch a body

Old English, 800 capsules of Molly

Just be very still, I ain't gonna hurt anybody

Hell nah, I ain't twelve, but if I like it I cop it

I met papi and he said he good at uploadin' wallets

Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins (Ah)

Catch me boolin' with them slimes 'cause them my youngins (Ah)

I be slimin' with them slimes 'cause them my youngins (Yeah, woo, woo)

Catch me slidin' with the slimes 'cause them my youngins (Ah, Ferg)

One night I was in Santos, it was lit like a candle

I was fly like a bird, I had on Stussy Bape camo

With a cutie espaol, she had a booty like J-Lo

She had Jacobsen sandals, you've been trapped in the bando

She has to trap in the bando, 'cause her momma got cancer

She can't work in the States because her green papers ain't legal

**** a "dame un beso", she be like, "Run de un peso"

Push the molly to Pedro, so she can feed her abuelo

She refuse to just settle on them shoes with them red soles

And refuse to be nude in front of them dudes on that dance pole (Alright)

She can't lose she just ooze a bunch of ambition like Nepo-lian

I could be ruler, and ride the streets on my Benzo

So, there she get money vicarious off her friends though

'Cause a kid named Birdy look nerdy but he be after the bando (Alright)

She robbed Birdy for birdies, now Birdy after her head though

Hold on I think I see Birdy, and Birdy killed my Cuban ho (Ferg)