Young Thug

Young Thug - Hercules lyrics

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(Produced by Metro Boomin )

(Intro)

Thugga, The Thugga, Baby

Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro

Metro!! Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro

And what?! Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

(Hook)

Sick! Shoot him in his back like Ricky but not Slick

Spent like 7 bands on a tri-colored pit

All my signs red like a stop, nigga no pit

Blow the purple, nigga, high like fucking martians, whoa

In a foreign, yesterday I was just walking, whoa

Left my baby mama, now my bitch a Barbie, whoa

All red Dickies suit, I'm riding down Slauson, whoa

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Hercu-Hercules (x4)

(Verse)

I smoke gas, that's that Hercules, strong marijuana

She looked at him, oh now she watching me

Bitch likes my persona

Bitch I'm speeding to that guapanese

Old Chevy mounted up, I can't forget the T

Drop the top, shoot birds at the officers

Fuck them boys, they costing us, they stalking us

They know they old lady not runnin', they'll fall for us

We so tired of taking loses, ain't no more chalking up

I swear, I promise, YSL on ape and they donkeys

These niggas pointless, they want me wanted

I'm still a stoner, MAC and cheese on me

These niggas clone me, I'm full, but I'm still hungry

Hey when the click clock, I'll make yo bitch stop

Ice Inside my tick tock, boss cookies, no brisco

I just bought a Cuban link, flooded wit big rocks

Bitches tryna juug at me? Well, I got to get some, whoa shit

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

Okay first of all, I was doing this shit 'fore I was rich

I don't care at all, I'll go do a dolphin for my clique

Fuck yo conference call, pull up wit a cheque and get my sig

Double D, ya dig? No firework, it was lit

If there's a fuck nigga was hating on me

They took ya life and I know some fuck niggas waiting on it

I grab that TEC, I grab that 40 and the F&N

Then we pulled up ready to squabble, yeah we waited on 'em

Anaconda, we on that slime stuff, here to remind ya

Fucked yo ole' lady, she want the finest

YSL, we shining, let her stand behind us

Yeah my crew we rock, rock, baby ya can climb us

I call my migo, migo come and let me juug through the city

He stuffed it wit burritos and he let 'em fly right to me

Bitches call me Casino but I let 'em ride 'round the city

She want bingo, kilo, no sweat, now she can ride in the Bentley

(Hook)

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