Numbers Songtext
von Young Thug

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