Flava - Young Thug, Rich Homie Quan

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Thugga Thugga my brother, Thugga Thugga my brother

Quan!

(We got London on the track)

Cop a Rollie, yes a Rolex

And I pull up on that lil nigga, Bowflex a nigga, know that ay

Where your heart at?

I’m gon pour that out like Moet

And she know that she the bomb, nigga, Lotus ay

And the bitch, ya know they fuckin and they suckin

When they get inside the bed with me and Mayo

And she fuckin' if I say so, plus she suckin' if I say so

And she love it if I say so

And we fuck 'em, we don’t pay 'em

How the fuck we gon' buy if we don’t pay 'em?

I’ma cum a week later

I’ma spread that pussy out like an acre

She on the cover of Fader

And she say it’s my time like Flava

Plus she know I ain’t fishin, but I bait 'em

And I’m livin' like Flava

Yeah, got the chopper with the Mac

In the back with the stacks, nigga pull up in a new car

Long nose bout the flow nigga

Pull up out the door nigga, fuck and get a murder show

Been a hunter and a gunna and a stunna

Nigga get money representin' uptown

Big B’s with a few C’s

For the money it’ll be your own people on ya (action)

Big mansion with the OV

Backyard with the young nigga, lowkey

Five stars, nigga, ball like a real G

New cars, nigga, serve it like it’s 10 a key

Got a mill in em bitches

Fuckin' niggas bitches, iced out, fully loaded

100 mills still flippin

Check a nigga digits, make a young nigga gun blow

Hot nigga, don’t stop

Big money nigga gon' pop

One stop, get yo life took

Big money, bitches gon look

Flashy classy

For the money we dash it

Fuck em, pass em

How we did it outlast em

Tell the bitch I’m comin' over 3 AM

So she betta have her muthafuckin' clothes off (what?)

One of me, three of them

And ya know that I’m a pimp just booted up, I ain’t bout to doze off

Lil nigga, you a shrimp walking' with a limp

I ain’t have to say a word the bitch took her clothes off

Love shit to make me sleepy, love Xan, love percocet

All these drugs got me throwed off

I love my bitch, I can’t go without her

I’mma give her my seed, no sunflower

I got strong genes, my little boy look just like me

I ain’t tryna be what ya like, no I’m not (I'm talkin' bout whip gun)

Pulled up with that nigga bitch in the car

Now her baby daddy wanna fight me

That pump, man, make him jump, man

You would think his ass was sponsored by Nike

I’m every little kid’s idol, got more verses than the Bible

The lifestyle I live here priceless

Pull up on yo ass like a diaper

Grippin on my nuts like Michael

I see shit before it happen like a psychic

Get yo bitch, don’t want that broke ho around me

And me and Thug still on the run so fuck yo bounty

I love my girl so much, that money, I let her count it

(Thugga Thugga)

Call yo bitch and tell her I need some mechanical

Plus she make me stand out like a ruler

Even though I don’t got all my strolls

I’mma pull up on lil momma with the doors off

I’mma treat myself and buy myself a rollie

Then I walk into a party full of cougars, slow

This just might be an interesting white-t

Yeah nigga, this a crew cut

Crew cut, momma say yo crew cut

On that GT, pop for me oooh-ee

And she come and let me ride like Uber

Then I teach lil momma how to ride it smoother

Baby girl, gimme clues, no blues uh

Parallel, I fuck her right by the Buddha

Baby, all on my Insta no -tution

Hate leavin' me when she go to school

Can’t drink it, I’mma dive in it

Got a ride round with me, make it play

Make her feel like I got tires in it

And I’m sorry I was seein' yo lady

Fuck bitch, don’t ever tryna play me

Bruh I’m sorry I was feedin' yo baby

FIrst time seen a real nigga make it

Sittin at the top, I’m bored no neighbor

Thugga Thugga