Numbers (Explicit)

Thugger Thugger

Got my broadie London in this mothaf**ker man

I'm tell ya this beat hard this one hard as f**k listen bro

I go up up up and away

And I got old hunnids they wrinkled like a Shar Pei

Plus I'm the realest ni**a 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 monkey niggas

I got plenty ammo for your family ni**a

Ammo for these p**sy mothaf**kas

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

F**k ni**a tripping I get prison and f**k your father up

I'mma 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 moving slow as grandma

Motor running spit them commas now it's thunder

Count a hundred want 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

P**sy ni**a 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 monkey niggas

I got plenty ammo for your family ni**a

Ammo for these p**sy mothaf**kas

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

F**k ni**a tripping I get prison and f**k your father up

I'mma tell 'em one the time they ain't going farther

I'm doing numbers

I'mma tell 'em one time

I can read your mind

Pop pop pop pop pop then start riding

Brand new 24's b**ch on climb

You's a busta mothaf**ka rhymes

No Sticky fingers no porcupine

Genius I'll chase the day

Wait let me pick up his remains

Hey 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 monkey niggas

I got plenty ammo for your family ni**a

Ammo for these p**sy mothaf**kas

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

F**k ni**a tripping I get prison and f**k your father up

I'mma tell 'em one the time they ain't going farther

I'm doing numbers