Young Thug - Hercules lyrics
rate me(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)
