Aye - Young Thug, Rich Homie Quan

Thugger Thugger, my brother, brother

These niggas in trouble, trouble

You green as a soldier,

I cashed out, it ain’t stolen

Heyyy, got that gold Rollie poly

On my wrist, I can tote it, with my wrist I can roll it

Heyyy, that pistol stay fully loaded

I take your necklace, then sport it, I got your bitch, she all on it

Heyyy

Ooh, ooh, oohooh, Heyy

Ooh, ooh, oohooh, Heyyyeah

I walked in with a 40

I talk nothin' but money, YSL the rich homies

I put that old school on buttons

Don’t come if you ain’t fuckin', fuck nigga, no I can’t trust him

Lil Scrappy, yo head, I bust it

I was trappin', I couldn’t get busted

Had packages on them buses

I’m rappin', I came from nothin'

I got 'em like, «What, what?

Aye»

Money on your head, nigga so don’t play

With who?

With me, I stay with a Glock, 40 G, every day

Thugger still ridin' with the chop

Red on the beam, won’t stop me from shooting you