Trae tha Truth – Thuggin’ (feat. Young Thug & Skippa Da Flippa)

Know if she hop in here she getting work
I got a fever
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Five thousand chains for the crew
New tattoo say, "Free Meech"
Bitch ain’t ’bout money, she sit like a pit
‘Round my visa
Feed the bitch pizza
We trained to take from ’em
Can’t picture me, bitch I’m out of your frame

New Bentley with the frog eyes
Mauri gator got measles
I don’t make shit I can’t blow

Asshole, I don’t go
I went broke, can’t lose
Ice on me like

Mauri gator got measles
Get my jewels up
Uh, huh, huh
Ice ice ice baby
Ice on me like
Feed the bitch pizza
But tha Truth get it poppin’ like fourth of July
Ready like werewolf
Now I got M&M’s
I got a fever
[Verse 4: Skippa Da Flippa]
Nothin’ personal, I’m just out here to finesse
‘Cause they wouldn’t feed us
Ice on me like

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Whip Panameric to vision the sky
Ready like werewolf
Get my jewels up
Show me how to treat this cougar
New tattoo say, "Free Meech"
[Chorus: Young Thug]

Diamonds like water, shit guess I was wet
Blow through this money, no worries, I’m set
Ice ice for my lady
Aim and shoot ’til I score
Everything Big like Mo
Mauri gator got measles
Feed the bitch pizza
I got twenty thousand diamonds on, know what I’m sayin’
H-Town, everything slow
Get my jewels up
I used to hit licks and bust down the cap
Show me how to treat this cougar
Now I got M&M’s
[Verse 3: Trae tha Truth]
I’ll never cross my guys, ayy (never, never, yeah)
‘Cause they wouldn’t feed us
I can be a soo woo creature
Twin turbo Flippa just copped a ‘Rari
Too many sacks, you think I’m Warren Sapp
Show me how to treat this cougar

I’m out the coupe
Wanna see a rich nigga from the gutter
I used to jugg in the trap
‘Round my visa
Paid a couple bands for her boobs
I tell her go’n and take it like a perc

Shawty wanna fuck my dude (Can’t fuck my dude)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got a fever
I get this money, run it like a lap
Feed the bitch pizza
‘Cause they wouldn’t feed us
Mauri gator got measles
‘Round my visa
Have the whole hood on go
Dip my chain in this snow
I been chasin’ after dead guys
I’m ’bout to shoot
Now I get backends all over the map
Ice on me like
We trained to take from ’em
I don’t ride in cars, can’t bleep us
I don’t ride in cars, can’t bleep us
King of the streets, you can’t quiet the name
Now I got M&M’s
Ready like werewolf
What’s on my neck cost a hell of a check
They say I’m not ’bout it, I tell ’em to try
No point in United, I just bought the jet
Kilo my tailor, I’m lookin’ like a trap
Bet my name you don’t know

[Verse 1: Trae tha Truth]
Show me how to treat this cougar
I don’t ride in cars, can’t bleep us
I pay the Jag, no news
‘Cause they wouldn’t feed us
Yeah
Live like Jesus
Live like Jesus
I ball out the gym, ain’t no doubt I’ma flex
Fuck is you watchin’, I’m fire like flames
Get my jewels up
Now I got M&M’s
I don’t do phones, got beepers
I got a fever
Still keep a tool on me, guess I’m a threat
I’m YSL, I’m filthy rich and so are you
I don’t ride in cars, can’t bleep us
I charge a ten to see me party
We trained to take from ’em

Come here and pay my dues
Bricks in the basement, just bought a Mercedes
Blow through one-fifty, that’s without the cap
I’m the proof (I am facts)
I’ll never cross my guys, no no
I beg your pardon, no I’m not sorry
VS stones, no inside
Five thousand dollars, I’ma go’n Xzibit my ride, ayy
I’ma head trade these, know what I’m sayin’
I can be a soo woo creature
Live like Jesus
He said he havin’, I told him to save it
I’m tellin’ the truth, ain’t nothin’ disguised
Live like Jesus
In the lab like I’m Bill Nye
I can be a soo woo creature
I don’t do phones, got beepers
We trained to take from ’em
Ready like werewolf
I don’t do phones, got beepers
New tattoo say, "Free Meech"
Nigga pull up on me, I hop out, let it rain
Never send the bitch no nudes
And broke my attention, that’ll get you slapped
Balmain, Jimmy Choo shoes
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Nothin’ but blue hundreds lately
I cut my bread up with no butter, who are you?
New tattoo say, "Free Meech"
Somethin’ exotic I got from Dubai
Everything go so guess I’m tryna surf

My white boys on Harleys and they go gnarly
Got your bitch watchin’, guessin’ what I’m worth

I don’t do phones, got beepers
[Intro: Young Thug]
‘Round my visa
I can be a soowoo creature