Numbers

Numbers
Yeah
Thugger Thugger
Got my broadie London in this mothafucker man
I'm tellin' ya this beat hard as... this one hard as f***, listen bro
I go up up up and away
And I got old hundreds, they wrinkled like a Shar Pei
Plus I'm the realest ni*** inside the A

And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yeah
And them boys from Atlanta tote them K's yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys ni***
I got plenty ammo for your bumblin' ni***
Ammo for these pu*** mothafuckas
Run up I swear to god I want tears from your mother
Fuck ni*** tripping, I'll get prisoned and f*** your father up
I'ma tell em one time, 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 want a hundred 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 Funyun
Yeah all my gold made 'em sick and they can vomit
Yeah-yeah... pu*** ni*** 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 yeah
And them boys from Atlanta tote them K's yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys ni***
I got plenty ammo for your bumblin' ni***
Ammo for these pu*** mothafuckas
Run up I swear to god I want tears from your mother
Fuck ni*** tripping, I'll get prison and f*** your father
I'ma tell em one time, ain't going farther
I'm doing numbers
I'ma tell em one time
I can read your mind
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, then start ridin
Brand new 24's, bitch on climb
You's a busta, mothafucka rhymes
Sticky fingers, no porcupine
Genius I'll chase the day
Wait, let me pick up his remains
Hey, them gators get their prey
Hold up, hold up, wait
And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yeah
And them boys from Atlanta tote them K's yeah
And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys ni***
I got plenty ammo for your bumblin' ni***
Ammo for these pu*** mothafuckas
Run up I swear to god I want tears from your mother
Fuck ni*** tripping, I'll get prison and f*** your father
I'ma tell em one time, ain't going farther
I'm doing numbers