Sup Mate (feat. Future)

Young Thug

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    Yellow tape, I put that on (yeah, yeah)
    Hold up, wait, life's great (yeah, yeah)
    Hold up, wait, ice skate (yeah, yeah)
    Hold up, wait, crime pay (yeah, yeah)
    Hold up, wait, slatt, slatt (atl jacob, yeah, yeah)
    20 cars, matte black (yeah, yeah)
    Surfin' at a ritz carlton (yeah, yeah)
    Two pink toes (poof, poof, yeah, yeah)

    Oxycontin what I piss
    (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Flip it to the dog like a dish
    (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Accept the loss before I quit
    (Yeah, yeah, accept the loss before I quit, yeah, yeah)
    She slept at the house, I bought her ruth chris
    (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

    What's up, mate? Got cake, mate (yeah, yeah)
    Got cheese, mate, got bread, mate (woo)
    Got cups, mate (woo, ooh), no fucks, mate (woo, mate)
    Give no fucks, mate (woo, geeked, mate)
    I'm up, mate (woo, outta shape, yeah, yeah)
    It's up, mate, I buck, mate (yeah, yeah)
    I bleed, mate, he bled, mate (woo, yeah, yeah)
    Got cups, mate, (woo) no fucks, mate
    Let's fuck, mate (woo)
    Fucked my classmate (woo), fuck, shit, let's splash, mate (woo)
    Or suck that shit, let's splash, hey

    Smokin' on loud, we don't fuck around with y'all
    Wanna try this shit, let me know
    We prepare first and then columbine
    Trenchcoat, under a nigga's sleeve

    Wipe his nose, wipe his nose (pussy ass nigga)
    Wipe his nose, (slatt) wipe his nose (wipe your nose)
    Wipe his nose, (wipe your nose, slatt) wipe his nose (slatt, wipe his nose)
    Wipe his nose, (wipe your nose), wipe his nose (yeah, yeah)

    Doubled the cups and then doubled it up and I doubled it up (yeah, yeah)
    Jump in the bentley, I jump in the truck and I trucker the truck (woo, yeah, yeah)
    Chuggin' it down, I'm smokin' a pound, I'm fuckin' around (yeah, yeah)
    Smokin' on loud, we don't fuck around with y'all

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    What's up, mate? (woo) got the blicky, featherweight (woo)
    Got the cash, I bake the cake, (woo) ayy, what's brackin', mate? (woo)
    I just sniper, mate, (woo) chain on hydrate, mate (woo)
    Get no sleep, mate, (woo) I'm geeked, mate
    Pushin' weight, outta shape (yeah, yeah)

    Red wings, red bottoms, I'm a fuckin' devil (yeah, yeah)
    20 tennis chains on, not no ric flair medal (woo, yeah, yeah)
    I don't gotta run it back, you heard what gunna tell 'em (yeah, yeah)
    Put my diamonds in a bowl, that look like fruity pebbles

    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Bitch wanna hit her a lick, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Bitch wanna suck on the dick, yeah
    Bitch wanna get her a brick, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,)
    Bitch wanna fuck on a bitch (yeah)
    Bitch wanna fuck on the clique (yeah, yeah)
    Euros on euros, I'm gettin' it (uh)
    Step on the floor, now I'm lit (woo)

    Wipe his nose, wipe her nose (woo)
    Kick a door, keep the ruger (woo)
    Put the pole in his ho, bend her over (woo, woo, woo)
    Then you buy that bitch a brand new range rover (woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

    I'm so high, all I can say is: Woo, woo, woo
    I can't talk, I barely could say: Woo, woo, woo
    Count a m and count another one, ooh, ooh (ooh)
    Fuck that shit, I enter the lotto, woo, woo (fuck it, yeah, yeah)

    Count a half and another
    (Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    I can never be a facade, relative
    (Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Up to the sky with my mom, brothers
    (Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    They let it hit from the side, they were all cudders
    (Woo, woo, fuck it, yeah, yeah)

    Oh, okay, fuck her good, make her try voodoo
    Okay, my plug put me on, I call him lou lou
    Hood nigga, pay it in full, I'm a black jew
    What's population? I come from the trenches, we pray for a brick
    What's poppin', lady? Bitches love a nigga's accent (woo, woo)
    Pain pills, codeine, hydro, acid (woo, woo)
    I hang with some slimes, pullin' kick doors (woo, woo)

    Outchea, outchea, quit your reachin'
    Gucci socky on my feet
    Sloppy toppy, keep it neat
    One, two, three, I got freaks
    Ooh, four girls on fleek
    Ooh, bad and saditty
    Ooh, ass and her titties
    Ooh, that ting litty

    And my Spanish ting, she bad like j. Lo (ooh, ooh)
    I crushed up an x pill in her asshole (ooh, ooh)
    50 round clip, got my draco (ooh, ooh)
    I should, I should teach drug classes (ooh, ooh)
    I stay on my grind, margiela ten toes (ooh, ooh)
    Money on my mind, I'm a nympho (ooh, ooh)

    Ooh, ass and her titties (ooh)
    Ooh, that ting litty (ooh)
    Ooh, ass and her titties (ooh)
    Ooh, that ting litty (ooh)
    Ooh, ass and her titties (ooh)
    Ooh, that ting litty (ooh)

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    Composición: Young Thug, Future, ATL Jacob y DY Krazy

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