Young Thug — Told You

[Intro] Catch him slippin', take his life at a red light (Thugger, Thugger, baby) Thugger, Thugger, niggas Yeah, Thugga (Ha) (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga) Yeah, get it [Chorus] Cut it with the coke then you can go buy a quart Yo' girl don't wanna leave, she stay upstairs like I'm from New York Got all of these bitches watchin' All of these niggas watchin' Beat all my cases in silence Now I feel like a Mason with a– Hundred bands of cash inside the spot just like I told you Got a nigga bitch taking Roxies like I told you This my year, ain't even tryna sound cocky, but I told you Hundred bands out of my pants like I told you, like I told you [Verse 1] You know them lil' niggas keep the bullshit on they motherfuckin' mind Make a nigga drop a dime, pussy nigga know I'll never slip and I'ma pop it every time Make a nigga pull up to shut up, 12 think he [?] Nigga know I'm bangin' in New York If I ain't got a stick, he gettin' buck 9 Now you can tell me, it may sound real Nigga jewelry water, no boat But his whiskers longer than the seals Judging by the lie detector test, pussy nigga'll never get a deal Just got off the phone with Unfoonk He just been there waitin' on the appeal You step in my lane, we clashing like titans She notice them Slimes like them bodies I pop me three capsules, that's trollies I'm fuckin' them ranches, no Jolly Pop me one more capsule, I'm higher than Scotty, no lotty But you gotta stay silent, girl, they know you been lyin' [Chorus] Cut it with the coke then you can go buy a quart Yo' girl don't wanna leave, she stay upstairs like I'm from New York Got all of these bitches watchin' All of these niggas watchin' Beat all my cases in silence Now I feel like a Mason with a– Hundred bands of cash inside the spot just like I told you Got a nigga bitch taking Roxies like I told you (Main bitch) This my year, ain't even tryna sound cocky, but I told you (No way) Hundred bands out of my pants like I told you [Verse 2] Catch him slippin', take his life at a red light Throw them bands, this a cash fight Snitch on each other in a day, this is fed night Colonial flow, I'm just tryna get my bread right And I know you lil' niggas ain't gonna do that, homie Run a hundred bands, it'll get you right (Hey, yeah) Plain Rollie or the Breitling Thugger killin' mics, Tyson Do not play with me, you know what stay with me She used to charge for [?], now she sold it for free In the 'jects like Future, I know she notice me No cut [?] OG [Chorus] Cut it with the coke then you can go buy a quart Yo' girl don't wanna leave, she stay upstairs like I'm from New York Got all of these bitches watchin' All of these niggas watchin' Beat all my cases in silence Now I feel like a Mason with a– Hundred bands of cash inside the spot just like I told you Got a nigga bitch taking Roxies like I told you This my year, ain't even tryna sound cocky, but I told you Hundred bands out of my pants like I told you, like I told you