Young Thug - Slime Season 3 Album Lyrics

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With Them

Thugger Thugger baby
F*ck all that let's get to it
What lil' shawty say?

[Hook:]
She suck on that dick on the plane and I just called her airhead (Woo!)
I just went hunting, I found me a rabbit, I picked out the carrots
I'm just tired of smoking kush, I need some Moonrock out in Cali
I got a white bitch and she give me that Becky but her name is Sari
I pimp, I don't play with them
She bad, I might stay with her
Stack it up like a Lego, yeah
Homicide, you can lay with them
Got some hoes, you can slay with them
You know that we players, we playing them
She can't be my wife, I can't lay in there
Diamonds all black like I'm racist now

Riding through the city, windows tinted, AC blast
I got bitches wanna f*ck me, so so wrong, do me bad
I got cash in my pants, I got cash on her ass
AP dance, bitches glance, cause my diamonds look like glass

I wanna f*ck her but she play more games than the NBA
Monday morning, got a dentist appointment, lil' bitch you can check out the dentistry
I got so much jewelry, baby I got so much water this shit like a mini-lake
F*ck nigga play I'ma send him to meet his maker then ask God for forgiveness bae
Cop a chopper, end up flipping nigga
Yeah, you better stop tripping nigga
I don't use words when I kill a nigga
We don't use phones, we no silly niggas
I think I need help with my kidney nigga
No cat but you know I'm just kidding with you
I make this shit fly out the ceiling nigga
I'm hot like an eye on a skillet nigga (ya dig)

[Hook:]
She suck on that dick on the plane and I just called her airhead (Woo!)
I just went hunting, I found me a rabbit, I picked out the carrots
I'm just tired of smoking kush, I need some Moonrock out in Cali
I got a white bitch and she give me that Becky but her name is Sari
I pimp, I don't play with them
She bad, I might stay with her
Stack it up like a Lego, yeah
Homicide, you can lay with them
Got some hoes, you can slay with them
You know that we players, we playing them
She can't be my wife, I can't lay in there
Diamonds all black like I'm racist now

You can't take jack, fall into this mouse trap
Riding through the bity, got a AK on my lap
I'm not talking shit, but I'm ready to shoot some craps
If he think he wanna see me, I'ma send a hundred straps
(Yo, Blood)
I got some birds like I'm Julio
My outfit outdated, is Coogi tho
I want pussy or head, you a groupie ho
Balmain with a motherf*ckin' Gucci coat
I won't talk to that bitch, let that coochie know
Yeah, let that coochie know
Diamonds from Tiffany Co
Paid a whole 100 racks for those
You should get down with this slime shit
Tonight I'm bout geeked out my mind shit
My credit good, I don't need a dime shit
Pour Act' inside that lemon lime shit
That petty thief, need to stop tryin' shit
If you need help I got some dime bitches
I cannot stand none these lyin' bitches
I need a website for some fine bitches

[Hook:]
She suck on that dick on the plane and I just called her airhead (Woo!)
I just went hunting, I found me a rabbit, I picked out the carrots
I'm just tired of smoking kush, I need some Moonrock out in Cali
I got a white bitch and she give me that Becky but her name is Sari
I pimp, I don't play with them
She bad, I might stay with her
Stack it up like a Lego, yeah
Homicide, you can lay with them
Got some hoes, you can slay with them
You know that we players, we playing them
She can't be my wife, I can't lay in there
Diamonds all black like I'm racist now

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Memo

I'ma pull up on a nigga bitch in my bitch whip
I got twenty chains on me, they gon' chip just like some dip'

[Hook:]
Nigga know they get the memo
They get that
Stack them racks, they know the memo
Stackin', stackin'
Nigga stop playin', you know the memo
Yeah look at what she sayin', she know the memo
Yeah she know the memo

Check my swag, check my bag, filled with cash, nigga
Hundred bands in my pants, check the stash, nigga
Yeah she bad, run that back, throw some racks, aye
Break her heart, write your name, like a cast, yeah

Prince of condo, bale, this not no grass, no
Take it out to Cali, beat that ass, woah
If you cut my jewels, I'ma pull up and shoot
And I, I do my shoppin', at Fairy, no tooth
You just pull up, I'm not f*ckin', I'ma still show what it do
Ride around with Ugly Duckling, we just put two somethin' on a Bu
That's a Bugatti
Man I'm so high I think I just seen a UFO with them troops
Bitches see us and smile like what it do

I'ma pull up on a nigga bitch in my bitch whip
I got twenty chains on me, they gon' chip just like some dip'

[Hook:]
Nigga know they get the memo
Stack them racks, they know the memo
Nigga stop playin', you know the memo
Yeah look at what she sayin', she know the memo
Yeah she know the memo

I don't play on auto, but I'm moonwalkin'
I know who gon' catch a body, I know who rockin'
When I die I want a hundred bands inside of my casket
I drink Act, I smoke that gas, I smoke that loud, sirens
Yeah, yeah! I take molly with the YSL, memo, slat!
I supply 'em with the bricks and bales, memo
I'm gettin' money, nigga, can't you tell?
Hell yeah!
Rollie silver like a handcuff no jail nigga, memo
I'm so fresh they want a pic
Pull up on 'em suckers kickin' shit, ain't with the shits
I thought you were rich but you so broke, I don't know shit
My big brother Bankroll told me I'm gon' be the shit

[Hook:]
Nigga know they get the memo
Stack them racks, they know the memo
Nigga stop playin', you know the memo
Yeah look at what she sayin', she know the memo
Yeah she know the memo

Check my swag, check my bag, filled with cash, nigga
Hundred bands in my pants, check the stash, nigga
Yeah she bad, run that back, throw some racks, aye
Break her heart, write your name, I got cash, yeah

Memo
Memo
Yeah they know the memo
Memo

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Drippin'

Thugger
What do you want from me?
It's YSL until we dead you know, I understand
I know

He geeked on beat
2 freaks I just geeked SK Kill Tech HPD
OG off codeine, need more lean
Need more weed to proceed
I know B's, I throw B's, tall P's
I know Pirus I know nine deuce
If I call 'em they gon' kill it too
Call Duke, we gon' shoot
Yea, Thugger took it too
Livin' bulletproof, if I was you I would be mad too
Good shooter, I'ma good shooter
And if I wanna see some titties I go eat at Hooters
Yeah, yeah, I could be your teacher cause I got a ruler
My dad ate hunters for 30 years and they call him cougar, yeah
I got ice baby f*ck your jeweler, yaow
I got ice baby, f*ck your jeweler, oh
I sip Actavis straight out the cooler
Girl you know it, I'll do ya
I give you head, I want your Medusa
I need it, I need it (yeah)
I need it, I need it (yeah)
I need it, I need it (yeah)
Turn me up, I need it, I need it (yeah)

You don't know thing about me okay?
Leave me alone man I just want the money
I get back with you when I'm done, okay?

[Hook:]
Listen up, aye
I done spent about a
I done spent about a hundred bands on a nigga
Woah I'm comin', comin'
I'm comin' in your lane ready to clash with you nigga
Big 6, yeah 6
6 golds in my mouth like an Old English can lil nigga
I wrote verse it was 3 bars like an Adidas Stan Smith nigga

Nigga, nigga, nigga
Didn't I tell you bout playin' with YSL?
Nigga, nigga, nigga
Didn't I tell you bout playin' with Lil Jeff?
Why you playin'?
Swear to God I got 100 blues, 100 reds, 100 blacks, I'm a black belt
Niggas spent two bands on some Maison Margiela, pussy nigga watch your step
Bangin' big B's f*ck a Bentley
Do 150 just because they think it's rented
Bitches from the north, south, east, west, we got plenty
New Uncle Luke inside your town with way more riches
Make me, make me nut and get some new Indian Remy
Make me, make me bleed, swear to God, leave a nigga drippin'
Drip, I'm drippin' from the start to the finish nigga
Drip, I'm drippin' with my niggas and these bitches nigga
Drip, I got some raf simons on, no trippin' nigga
Drippin', dick-dick-dick, keep on drippin' nigga
Dick on a stick, got her drippin' nigga
Dick with my clique got her drippin' nigga
Dick on her lips don't kiss it (oh drippin')
Jump, at it ribbit ribbit (drippin')

[Hook:]
I done spent, I done
I done spent about a hundred bands on a nigga
Woah I'm comin', comin'
I'm comin' in your lane ready to clash with you nigga
Big 6, yeah 6
6 golds in my mouth like an Old English can lil nigga
I wrote my verse like it was 3 bars like an Adidas Stan Smith nigga

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Slime Shit

[Intro - Young Thug:]
Slat!
Aye, get out your motherf*ckin seat to this one, you know?
Slat! Slat! Slat!

[Pre-Hook - Young Thug:]
Hundred rounds in a Tahoe
Nigga, lighting up your tacos, hey
Give him surgery, no lipo
Down, man, that bitch will pull you down
Pull up to a nigga town
I'm prepared to take 'em down, nigga

[Hook - Young Thug:]
Hey, this that slime shit, hey
YSL shit, hey
Killin' 12 shit, hey
F*ck a jail shit, hey
Drinking activis, hey
On that snail shit, hey
Cookin' white brick, hey, hey
Bricks and bales shit, hey, hey
Bitch, I'm super rich
Bitch, I'm stupid rich
I-I go ape shit, call that Ludacris, hey, hey
I'm not new to this, hey, I'm so true to this, hey
I done put a whole slime on a hunnid, bitch, hey, hey

[Verse 1 - Yak Gotti:]
Slime Boogey, slime or get slimed
These niggas be bitches, a lot of them snitchin'
A lot of them droppin' a dime
I come to the the point in my life
That I just want one of my wives
I think that I want that new Spider
We rich so I know that it's light
I'm so too legit, on some Hammer shit
Diamonds dancin', bitch
YSL, VVS
In the V.I.P and I got that pistol on my hip
You prayin' that you live
I'm prayin' that I hit
Hey, this that slime shit
Need a slime bitch
Compromise shit, down to ride shit
F*ck them police, in a high speed
Let her out on Bleveland
Let her out on Bleveland

[Pre-Hook - Young Thug:]
Hundred rounds in a Tahoe
Nigga, lighting up your tacos, hey
Give him surgery, no lipo
Down, man, that bitch will pull you down
Pull up to a nigga town
I'm prepared to take 'em down, nigga

[Hook - Young Thug:]
Hey, this that slime shit, hey
YSL shit, hey
Killin' 12 shit, hey
F*ck a jail shit, hey
Drinking activis, hey
On that snail shit, hey
Cookin' white brick, hey, hey
Bricks and bales shit, hey, hey
Bitch, I'm super rich
Bitch, I'm stupid rich
I-I go ape shit, call that Ludacris, hey, hey
I'm not new to this, hey, I'm so true to this, hey
I done put a whole slime on a hunnid, bitch, hey, hey

[Verse 2 - MPA Duke:]
Got banana clips for all these niggas actin' monkey
These niggas savages in these streets
They need hooked on phonics
Got ten trap spots, they bunkin, all of 'em doin' numbers
They just be talking, I swear these lil f*ck niggas don't want it
I'm grindin' up my money and I'm still in the trenches
Workin calculators, when we f*ck with weight we count them digits
Got bergalo and troupe, they with me (for real, they thugs)
Bang a neighborhood, 60's, Tiny Locs, they official '
I get, I get it, I get it, however, I get it, I get it on my own
These percocets, they got me so high I swear I'm in my own damn zone
Thousand dollars on cologne
All these extras, I bought me a home
And it's big like a dome
Hold, up country boy callin' my phone (man I just saw them)

[Pre-Hook - Young Thug:]
Hundred rounds in a Tahoe
Nigga, lighting up your tacos, hey
Give him surgery, no lipo
Down, man, that bitch will pull you down
Pull up to a nigga town
I'm prepared to take 'em down, nigga

[Hook - Young Thug:]
Hey, this that slime shit, hey
YSL shit, hey
Killin' 12 shit, hey
F*ck a jail shit, hey
Drinking activis, hey
On that snail shit, hey
Cookin' white brick, hey, hey
Bricks and bales shit, hey, hey
Bitch, I'm super rich
Bitch, I'm stupid rich
I-I go ape shit, call that Ludacris, hey, hey
I'm not new to this, hey, I'm so true to this, hey
I done put a whole slime on a hunnid, bitch, hey, hey

[Verse 3 - PeeWee Roscoe:]
This that slime shit
This that mars shit
This that 100,000 dollars in a jar shit
Down to die about this rap shit cause it's too much money
They say we gettin' money
Now these niggas actin' funny
And they all fake, like some bitch titties
Tell they bitch another lie cause we ain't f*ckin' wit 'em
And they groupie niggas and they ho type
F*ck the judge, YSL, this that mob life

[PeeWee Roscoe:]
We got these bankrolls on us
We have flavor
Now I ain't goin back and forth with ya'll
Hello? Yeah, I'mma bet me a 100,000
All motherf*ckin hundreds
Shit, yeah

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Digits

[Intro:]
Thugger! YSL for life
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up some digits...

[Pre-Chorus:]
Real hustlers don't stop, they keep going
You can lose your life but it gon keep going
Why not risk life when it's gon keep going?
When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say we

[Chorus:]
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money

[Verse 1:]
I'm living like I'm on a 5th of the Henny
I talk lots of shit like my bitches and digits
They didn't know me well so I left em with you
You know it's that drop when you... and can't flip it
I'm living big, I swear to God I'm Liu Kang kicking
Montana
Mama gon slime, hustle
Dopeboy, grey hair like a grandma
You know my ice bling in... like a candle
Rollie pollie, I can control shawty like a channel
My racks are squeaking, I'm not farting
I hop in that Rari, I crank up like Warren

[Pre-Chorus]

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I'm a move me some dope like I'm Future
I'm a go in that bitch with a ruler
I'm a toast me a... like Strudels
I'm a keep a red flag cause I'm booling
I know some... spaces, I could deul it
Yeah, yeah I'm screaming oh my God like Cooly
Run the, I feel like I run the work
If I ever die, he better drop his first
I've been getting money before the million
I can do this shit when I get bored

[Pre-Chorus]

[Chorus]

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Worth It

Got my bae with me, you know what I'm sayin'?

If she don't get what she want she whine
I reminisce when I get high
Looked up baby and say goodbye
I tied my ties, she no longer cry, look you in your eyes, tell you that

I know she livin' for a nigga, dyin' for a nigga
I whip that pussy with no bowl jumpin' out, lil nigga
That pussy look just like a cut, a soakin' cut, lil nigga
Yeah, I'm a freak, you know I'm pullin' out the lunch, lil nigga
And bruh, I'd never snooze to lose, I would never snooze to lose on you
Yeah, I'mma give you a couple bands, want some more boobs on you
Hey, I'mma sit back and pay attention like school on you
Yeah, I'mma shoot inside that pussy like a whoadie on you
Goddamn, I'm sorry b, I know you'd accepted my apology
I know that ass fat, apple bottom please
I need a deep throat baby, swallow me
I love it when you're around baby, follow me
I only eat green like koala leaf
We shoot with big guns like a Call of D
She never say no, she ain't stallin' me
I got more of that dope in the a safe, hey
Can't shoot with a pistol, need a K
No, you can't see it, it is tragic by your face
But when it need air, air it out in a safe lil place
I can see it on her face that she gettin' wet

When she don't get what she want she whine
I reminisce when I get high
Looked up baby and say goodbye
I tied my ties, she no longer cry, look you in your eyes
Tell you that, I know she worth it
No these ain't no drugs, I know she worth it
Yeah, my mama say that she ain't perfect
But if this is how I'm feelin', it's gonna work
Yeah, I need some kush, I'm on that purp

Damn, I broke her heart, now my heart hurt
I don't know why but I done cut down on that syrup
At least I got that lil bitch ballin', she don't gotta work
Oh-no-no, she ain't had no job, but she have a purse
Yeah-yeah-yeah, she know I'm the truth, places I'm in first
No-no-no, I don't want you bitches, ya'll basic and thirsty
Yeah-yeah, she taught me well It took some time, but it was worth it
She get on top and ride it, kentucky derby
She see me count that money like I'm nerdy
I'mma ball some with my dawgs but they ain't curvy
Her whole body (hypnotizing), I call it perfect
And I swear if she don't...

Get what she want she whine
I reminisce when I get high
Looked up baby and say goodbye
I tied my ties, she no longer cry, look you in your eyes
Tell you that, I know she worth it
No these ain't no drugs, I know she worth it
Yeah, my mama say that she ain't perfect
But if this is how I'm feelin', it's gonna work
Yeah, I need some kush, I'm on that purp

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Tattoos

[Hook:]
I got a feelin', one of these nigga's gon' try me
No I'm not fearing, my bitch got tattoos and piercings
Yeah she got tattoos and piercings, tattoos and piercings bitch
Tattoos and piercings

Ten racks on shawty too
Ten racks on brothers too
Ten racks on sisters too
Ten racks, on ballers too
Ten racks, I'm bloody too
Ten racks I give you two
Ten racks, I need a few
Ten racks, gon' pay my dues

Don't like your middle man
Boat life like Gilligan
I push the ceiling in
None of you trill as him
I done went brazy
Talk about equations
Penthouse a play pen
Boolin' I'm lazy
I done bought so many mollies, I'm in Michigan
Put my hoe friend out the spot, you know she listening
And I might be in some trouble if she mention it
I might get a bitch a band, just to look at them
I done iced out my gold rollie
It look better than a trophy
All these bitches conniving, I know all these bitches want me
They gon' f*ck my lil homie, yeah, yeah, they bogus
I'mma pull out screaming hokey pokey okey

[Hook:]
I got a feelin', one of these nigga's gon' try me
No I'm not fearing, my bitch got tattoos and piercings
Yeah she got tattoos and piercings, tattoos and piercings bitch
Tattoos and piercings

Ten racks on shawty too
Ten racks on brothers too
Ten racks on sisters too
Ten racks, on ballers too
Ten racks, I'm bloody too
Ten racks I give you two
Ten racks, I need a few
Ten racks, gon' pay my dues

Take out some time and just count it
I don't like old schools, I'm not mounted
YSL, bitch, I'm the founder
Suck dick and get an allowance
What do they know about my swag?
How many bands in my bag?
Bitten and curbing the style
Fifty-six thousand on cabs
Paid for my test I did not have to cheat
I am no Beyonce but I'm a big B
I got extendos, not talking no teeth
You smoking Indo, don't stand next to me
I get my weed from Snoop Dogg, it's OG, yeah
Money still growing on trees, yeah
Rich nigga ride with police, yeah
Won't jeopardize none of these pieces, yeah

[Hook:]
I got a feelin', one of these nigga's gon' try me
No I'm not fearing, my bitch got tattoos and piercings
Yeah she got tattoos and piercings, (tattoos and piercings bitch)
Tattoos and piercings

Ten racks on shawty too
Ten racks on brothers too
Ten racks on sisters too
Ten racks, on ballers too
Ten racks, I'm bloody too
Ten racks I give you two
Ten racks, I need a few
Ten racks, gon' pay my dues

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Problem

Okay okay, so, YSL
We're YSL aka private fly gang you know
Yeah, we're the private fly gang you know... join in bitch

[Hook:]
Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that shit out the pound
We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
These bitches come and go round and go round
I took the booty, nailed her like a mount
These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Boy that's your problem
I might f*ck up a boy that's your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your problem
No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
Send him up to God with no problem
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherf*ckin' problem

In a Bentley burnin' loud and I'm gassin'
I got hundreds sittin' on hundreds, that blue cheese, I'm not ranchin'
I done took off on a boot now I'm Paris Hilton dancing'
And I feel like Marilyn Manson and I want a f*cking Grammy
Pass me that mud, please just pass me that mud
Sticky white birds, call 'em doves
Implants up under my girls
Please no-no fallin' in love
I'm runnin' round with a bitch , mine bout thick as a cup
Meanwhile they hatin', I done spent me some dubs
And I'ma lie to that ho like a rug
Gettin' money of course
Blat! Cookin' white like the Porsches
Shout out to Nelly Air Forces
Hop in that 'ghini ran right on your porch
Hop out like motherf*ck the doors
Yeah, I'ma go ahead and free Offset, yeah he a Migo
(Free Offset nigga)

[Hook:]
Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that shit out the pound
We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
These bitches come and go round and go round
I took the booty, nailed her like a mount
These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Boy that's your problem
I might f*ck up a boy that's your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your problem
No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
Send him up to God with no problem
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherf*ckin' problem

Damn, we gon' try you in these streets
We gon' G her with no sheets
How long ago? Bout a week
All my attires are neat
All of her friends are unique
I wanna f*ck at least three
Can I? (Yeah, sheesh)
He playin'? I pop him like pop tarts
I'ma demon, only see when dark
I look like I got a Visa card
Private fly gang, yeah agree with us
Dinosaur B's and some C's with us
I like that cat bald like an eagle bruh
Since I ran up my racks ain't no tamin' us
Damn it's Friday, I need angel dust
I f*ck that bitch if she starin'
Pull up and hop out Mclarens
Don't say I won't cause that's darin'
I'll shoot him with a bow and arrow
Yeah, my bitch is a motherf*ckin' horse with no saddle
Yeah, shoot that bitch one time with a double barrel

[Hook:]
Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound
Smokin' that shit out the pound
We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found
These bitches come and go round and go round
I took the booty, nailed her like a mount
These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns
Boy that's your problem
I might f*ck up a boy that's your problem
Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your problem
No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma
Send him up to God with no problem
Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem
Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherf*ckin' problem

Yaaaaa, yeah
Yaaaaa, yeah