Numbers

作词 : Jeffery Williams/London Holmes

作曲 : Jeffery Williams/London Holmes

Yeah

Thugger Thugger

Got my broadie London in this mother****er man

I'm tell ya this beat, hard, this one hard as ****, listen bro

I go up up and away

And I got old hunnids, they wrinkled like a Shar Pei

Plus I'm the realest ****er inside the A

And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yah

And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's yeah

And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey ****ers

I got plenty ammo for your family ****ers

Ammo for these mother****in' assholes

Run up I swear to God I want tears from your mother

Mother****in' assholes tripping I get prison and **** your father up

I'm a tell em one the time, they 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, spit them commas, now it's thunder

Count a hundred want a hunnid 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 Funyon

Yeah all my gold made 'em sick and they can vomit

Mother****ing assholes know they can vomit

I'm growing green me and chi-chi, no pet

But I'm chasing dreams, Free Meek Milly

And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yah

And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's yeah

And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey ****ers

I got plenty ammo for your family ****ers

Ammo for these mother****in' assholes

Run up I swear to God I want tears from your mother

Mother****in' assholes tripping I get prison and **** your father up

I'm a tell em one the time, they ain't going farther

I'm doing numbers

I'm a tell em one time

I can read your mind

Pop, pop, pop, pop, then start ridin

Brand new 24's, ****er on climb

You's a busta, ****er rhymes

No Sticky fingers, no porcupine

Genius I'll chase the day

Wait, let me pick up his remains

Let them gators get their prey

Hold up hold up, wait

And them boys in Atlanta they don't play yah

And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's yeah

And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkey ****ers

I got plenty ammo for your family ****ers

Ammo for these mother****in' assholes

Run up I swear to God I want tears from your mother

Mother****in' assholes tripping I get prison and **** your father up

I'm a tell em one the time, they ain't going farther

I'm doing numbers