Now Lyrics by Young Thug ft. 21 Savage
[Intro – Young Thug]
Yea, Thugger, 21
Let’s get it
Hold on, hold on, hold on
[Hook/Chorus – Young Thug]
Used to be dead down “broke”, hop out the jet now “the jet”
We don’t play radio, Funkmaster Flex, now “flex”
I just got a new foreign, ’bout to go park the ‘Vette now “facts”
And I got the dawgs with me “woo”, yeah, better call the vet now “hey”
I want some inside head now “head”, ’bout to call my b—h now “head”
I got a Harley Davidson now “skrra”, ’bout to pin a T-Rex down “yeah, yeah”
I do the whip, no eggs now “woah”, I got chips and VICs now “woah”
‘Bout to Liu Kang kick it now “woo”
‘Bout to chop it with machete now, now, now
[Verse 1 – Young Thug]
Real b—h, talk on my kids “woah”
Baby, put your tongue on my d–k “woah”
I put ice on my kids “woah”
I put red in my drink “woah”
Act’ got here with my medicine “woah”
N—a pop, drip, we wet “woah”
Man I got some ice on my ankle “woah”
F–k around, gon’ ‘head, slit it “woah”
It was heavy smoke in my chest “woah”
Might jeopardize my checks “woah”
I’m ’bout to pop another X “woah”
Yeah, don’t f–k with my ex “woah”
And I’m gon’ pour my syrup “woah”
Not my Act’, just red “woah”
And I hit him on the d–k “woah”
Think he ’bout to keep my check “woah”
Green diamonds, on me like p–s
I just got a new (?) tats
And it don’t come with no kicks
And I came up from nothing
Louis Vuitton my neck
High end clothes on deck
Let ’em all read my text
[Hook/Chorus – Young Thug]
Used to be dead down “broke”, hop out the jet now “the jet”
We don’t play radio, Funkmaster Flex, now “flex”
I just got a new foreign, ’bout to go park the ‘Vette now “facts”
And I got the dawgs with me “woo”, yeah, better call the vet now “hey”
I want some inside head now “head”, ’bout to call my b—h now “head”
I got a Harley Davidson now “skrra”, ’bout to pin a T-Rex down “yeah, yeah”
I do the whip, no eggs now “woah”, I got chips and VICs now “woah”
‘Bout to Liu Kang kick it now “woo”
‘Bout to chop it with machete now, now, now
[Verse 2 – 21 Savage]
Yeah, Saint Laurent Don, yeah “21”
Got a lot of blue money, yeah, yeah
I cut my thumb, yeah, yeah
Bums chasing crumbs, yeah, yeah
Gucci jacket, ah yeah, yeah
F–k her on the mattress, ah yeah, yeah
Got a draco in traffic, ah yeah
I just left Magic, throwing ones out the plastic, yeah, yeah
I’m with Slime in that Maybach and we laughing “21, 21”
These rappers jumping d–k to d–k and we laughing “on God”
Come and get your baby mama, this b—h a maggot “21, 21”
Half a ticket, worth a jewelry in my carry-on baggage “yeah”
Thinking ’bout pulling Savage’s card, you must be on acid “yeah”
Cheap a-s shots got her feeling like plastic “21”
My earrings cost more than a n—a life saving “cash”
F–k a wedding ring, I gave her a mouth full of babies
[Hook/Chorus – Young Thug]
Used to be dead down “broke”, hop out the jet now “the jet”
We don’t play radio, Funkmaster Flex, now “flex”
I just got a new foreign, ’bout to go park the ‘Vette now “facts”
And I got the dawgs with me “woo”, yeah, better call the vet now “hey”
I want some inside head now “head”, ’bout to call my b—h now “head”
I got a Harley Davidson now “skrra”, ’bout to pin a T-Rex down “yeah, yeah”
I do the whip, no eggs now “woah”, I got chips and VICs now “woah”
‘Bout to Liu Kang kick it now “woo”
‘Bout to chop it with machete now, now, now
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