text: Yea, Thugger, 21
  Lets get it
  Hold on, hold on, hold on
  Used to be debt down , hop out the jet now 
  We dont play radio, Funkmaster Flex, now 
  I just got a new foreign, bout to go park the Vette now 
  And I got the dawgs with me , yeah, better call the vet now 
  I want some inside head now , bout to call my bitch now 
  I got a Harley Davidson now , bout to pass the T-Rex down 
  I do the whip, no eggs now , I got chips and VICs now 
  Bout to Liu Kang kick it now 
  Bout to chop it with machete now, now, now
  Real big tongue on my kicks 
  Baby, put your tongue on my dick 
  I put ice on my kids 
  I put red in my dreads 
  Act got here with my medicine 
  Nigga pop, drip, we wet 
  Man I got some ice on my ankle 
  Fuck around, gon head, slit it 
  It was heavy smoke in my chest 
  Might jeopardize my checks 
  Im bout to pop another X 
  Then Ima fuck on my ex 
  And Im gon pour my syrup 
  Not my Act, just red 
  And I had em on deck 
  Think he bout to keep my check 
  Green diamonds, on me like piss
  And I’m a mogul not a peasant
  I just got a new Kel-Tec
  And it dont come with no kick
  And I came up from nothin
  Louis Vuitton my neck
  High end clothes on deck
  Let em all read my text
  Used to be dead down , hop out the jet now 
  We dont play radio, Funkmaster Flex, now 
  I just got a new foreign, bout to go park the Vette now 
  And I got the dawgs with me , yeah, better call the vet now 
  I want some inside head now , bout to call my bitch now 
  I got a Harley Davidson now , bout to pass the T-Rex down 
  I do the whip, no eggs now , I got chips and VICs now 
  Bout to Liu Kang kick it now 
  Bout to chop it with machete now, now, now
  Yeah, Saint Laurent Don, yeah 
  Got a lot of blue money, yeah, yeah
  I cut my thumb, yeah, yeah
  Bums chasin crumbs, yeah, yeah
  Gucci jacket, ah yeah, yeah
  Fuckin on the mattress, ah yeah, yeah
  Got a Draco in traffic, ah yeah
  I just left Magic, throwin ones out the plastic, yeah, yeah
  Im with Slime in that Maybach and we laughin 
  These rappers jumpin dick to dick and we laughin 
  Come and get your baby mama, this bitch a maggot 
  Half a ticket, worth a jewelry in my carry-on baggage 
  Thinkin bout pullin Savages card, you must be on acid 
  Cheap ass shots got her feelin like plastic 
  My earrings cost more than a nigga life savin 
  Fuck a weddin ring, I gave her a mouth full of babies
  Used to be dead down , hop out the jet now 
  We dont play radio, Funkmaster Flex, now 
  I just got a new foreign, bout to go park the Vette now 
  And I got the dawgs with me , yeah, better call the vet now 
  I want some inside head now , bout to call my bitch now 
  I got a Harley Davidson now , bout to pass the T-Rex down 
  I do the whip, no eggs now , I got chips and VICs now 
  Bout to Liu Kang kick it now 
  Bout to chop it with machete now, now, now