More songs by Young Thug
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Description
The bass booms as if iron chains were rolling across the asphalt. The atmosphere is thick - there are scattered diamonds, the smell of petrol from a roaring Ferrari, and lazy laughter that is more threatening than cheerful. It's as if the city is slumbering, but beneath the thin crust of night lies a whole range of dangerous games: codeine in a glass, street justice without lawyers, and a habit of ‘resolving issues’ faster than you can blink.
Each line is the click of heels on concrete steps, the hollow blow of a hammer, or a mocking laugh that turns drama into a game. There is no room for romance here, only cold calculation, predatory energy, and the certainty that rules are for others. The music grabs you by the collar and forces you to move to the beat, even if you want to run away inside.
Vocals: Young Thug
Guest vocals: 21 Savage
Producer: London on da Track
Producer: FBG Goat
Producer: Juko
Producer: KyuRo
Unknown: A. “Bainz” Bains
Unknown: Isaiah ‘ibmixing’ Brown
Assistant Sound Engineer: Sharif Rupert
Assistant Sound Engineer: Garfield Larmond
Mixing Engineer: A. “Bainz” Bains
Mixing Engineer: Aresh Banaji
Assistant Sound Engineer: Bernard ‘Bezo’ Chavez II
Assistant Sound Engineer: Drew Slager
Mastering Engineer: Joe Laporta
A&R Director: Jeffrey Ogunlesi
Writer: Jeffrey Williams
Writer: Shaya Bin Abraham-Joseph
Writer: London Tyler Holmes
Writer: Martell Smith-Williams
Screenwriter: Jacob Skulver
Screenwriter: Maxwell Madeychik
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah, -Spider. -We got London on the track.
Badass bitch, you come and sit on dick.
You talking all that shit, you cross the -street, get hit. -Facts.
-Go bad on that bitch. -Bad.
I'm done sipping Trish, I'm done getting rich.
-I'm done. -Got too much money, shit.
-Shit. -The robbery came with kick.
-Woo. -My bitch know I'm slick.
I'm done with all that playing, your nigga getting blicked.
-Blicked. -I walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down on a dog, walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down on that baby, walk down.
-Walk. -Real nigga, it's time to travel.
-Let's go. -Whole court in the street, hit the gavel.
-Hit the gavel.
-I know hitters in New York and they -rappers. -They stabbing.
I know hitters out in London, can't travel.
-Woo.
-Yeah, put the gun down, nigga, drive you -like Creed. -Ayy.
Where I'm from they say you pussy if you go ski.
-Yeah.
-The Roscoe Patek on your head, yeah, -Philippe. -Yeah.
A one time penguin, that's a rich nigga feat. Get a rush.
-Get a rush. -Just for stepping.
-Just for stepping.
-I hope I pass the test, been sipping -codeine. -Yeah.
If it's baguettes on that bitch, then she know me.
-She know me.
-This Russian bitch wanna have kids, make me soggy, huh. I walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down on a dog, walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down on that baby, walk down.
-Walk.
-Pistol packing, never slacking, bitch smacking killer. Bang motherfucker. Boom motherfucker.
Step off my nuts, the twelve -gauge pump your size, buster.
-Trying to fit the stick inside my coat, -but I can't. -Yeah.
-Nine figure nigga, I'm the bank. -Yeah.
-You got one strike and you get spanked. -Pussy.
-I ain't A$AP Rocky, these ain't blanks. -21.
-This Kel-Tec will turn your ass dank. -Yeah.
-The Rari came geeked. -Yeah.
I'm on vacation, riding on a scooter, but I'm street.
-Yeah.
-I'm a opps target practice, pin him to a -tree. -Yeah.
Supercharge the motor, twelve know that I'm a fleet.
-Yeah.
-If I send a blitz, they gon' know that it -was me. -Yeah.
We can't use a gun, we put Fetti in his weed.
-Yeah.
-All these hoes going, man, I'm knowing how -it be. -Yeah.
You can't hate a player when he call it how he see.
-Yeah.
-She was doing dick when you got down on -that knee. -Yeah.
Mob business, nigga get smacked, yeah, capiche.
-21.
-Walk down on them like a dog without a -leash. -21.
-You respect the belt, then it's peace. -Pussy.
Savage keep a stick, I'm from the east, nigga.
-I walk down. -Dog.
Walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down on a dog, walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down on that baby, walk down.
-Walk.
-Pistol packing, never slacking, bitch smacking killer. Bang motherfucker. Boom motherfucker.
Step off my nuts, the twelve gauge pump your size, buster.
English translation
Yeah, -Spider. -We got London on the track.
Badass bitch, you come and sit on dick.
You talking all that shit, you cross the -street, get hit. -Facts.
-Go bad on that bitch. -Bad.
I'm done sipping Trish, I'm done getting rich.
-I'm done. -Got too much money, shit.
-Shit. -The robbery came with kick.
-Woo. -My bitch know I'm slick.
I'm done with all that playing, your nigga getting blicked.
-Blicked. -I walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down on a dog, walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down on that baby, walk down.
-Walk. -Real nigga, it's time to travel.
-Let's go. -Whole court in the street, hit the gavel.
-Hit the gavel.
-I know hitters in New York and they -rappers. -They stabbing.
I know hitters out in London, can't travel.
-Woo.
-Yeah, put the gun down, nigga, drive you -like Creed. -Ayy.
Where I'm from they say you pussy if you go ski.
-Yeah.
-The Roscoe Patek on your head, yeah, -Philippe. -Yeah.
A one time penguin, that's a rich nigga feat. Get a rush.
-Get a rush. -Just for stepping.
-Just for stepping.
-I hope I pass the test, been sipping -codeine. -Yeah.
If it's baguettes on that bitch, then she know me.
-She know me.
-This Russian bitch wanna have kids, make me soggy, huh. I walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down on a dog, walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down on that baby, walk down.
-Walk.
-Pistol packing, never slacking, bitch smacking killer. Bang motherfucker. Boom motherfucker.
Step off my nuts, the twelve -gauge pump your size, buster.
-Trying to fit the stick inside my coat, -but I can't. -Yeah.
-Nine figure nigga, I'm the bank. -Yeah.
-You got one strike and you get spanked. -Pussy.
-I ain't A$AP Rocky, these ain't blanks. -21.
-This Kel-Tec will turn your ass dank. -Yeah.
-The Rari came geeked. -Yeah.
I'm on vacation, riding on a scooter, but I'm street.
-Yeah.
-I'm a opps target practice, pin him to a -tree. -Yeah.
Supercharge the motor, twelve know that I'm a fleet.
-Yeah.
-If I send a blitz, they gon' know that it -was me. -Yeah.
We can't use a gun, we put Fetti in his weed.
-Yeah.
-All these hoes going, man, I'm knowing how -it be. -Yeah.
You can't hate a player when he call it how he see.
-Yeah.
-She was doing dick when you got down on -that knee. -Yeah.
Mob business, nigga get smacked, yeah, capiche.
-21.
-Walk down on them like a dog without a -leash. -21.
-You respect the belt, then it's peace. -Pussy.
Savage keep a stick, I'm from the east, nigga.
-I walk down. -Dog.
Walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down on a dog, walk down.
-Dog. -Walk down on that baby, walk down.
-Walk.
-Pistol packing, never slacking, bitch smacking killer. Bang motherfucker. Boom motherfucker.
Step off my nuts, the twelve gauge pump your size, buster.