Numbers

Yeah
Thugger Thugger
Got my broadie London in this mothafucker man
Im tell 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 Im the realest nigga inside the A

And them boys in Atlanta they dont play yah
And them boys from Atlanta, tote them Ks yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey niggas
I got plenty ammo for your family 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 up
Im a tell em one the time, they aint going farther
Im doing numbers

I got bands in the bando
And Im beating David Banner
And Im smoking on cabana
Leanin movin slow as grandma
Motor runnin, spit them commas, now its thunder
Count a hundred want a hunnid more thats hunger
Yeah baby, Thugger Thugger hungry, yes Im 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
Pussy nigga know they can vomit
Im growing green me and chi-chi, no pet
But Im chasing dreams, Free Meek Milly

And them boys in Atlanta they dont play yah
And them boys from Atlanta, tote them Ks yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey niggas
I got plenty ammo for your family 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 up
Im a tell em one the time, they aint going farther
Im doing numbers

Im a tell em one time
I can read your mind
Pop, pop, pop, pop, then start ridin
Brand new 24s, bitch on climb
Yous a busta, mothafucka rhymes
No Sticky fingers, no porcupine
Genius Ill 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 dont play yah
And them boys from Atlanta, tote them Ks yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey niggas
I got plenty ammo for your family 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 up
Im a tell em one the time, they aint going farther
Im doing numbers