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