Young Thug — Yes Indeed

[Intro: Peewee Roscoe & Young Thug] Thugger Ya digg? Yeah, we got more rings than Michael Jordan And, um, we ain't shot no jumper But we have shot a couple niggas, you know You digg? I digg Thugger, I digg Ice on, and I digg (London on da Track, bitch) [Chorus: Young Thug] Y-S-L, we gon' catch a couple bodies If these niggas think we sweet in these streets (yeah, whoa, yeah) I know I'ma fuck that bitch from the bottom to the top I'ma buy her a brand new watch, nigga, yes, indeed (yah) Ayy, yeah [Verse 1: Young Thug] You with that same ho, boy You 'posed to swap out with them bitches (what?) If she the truth, you 'posed to show that lil' bitch riches (you, what?) They wanna fuck my bitch 'cause she fly as a Frisbee (fly as a Frisbee) I stuffed that pussy with a broom like a witch (what ya tell 'em?) Yeah, I'm screamin' yeah like I'm E-40 Yeah, I drank that lean, but I'm not snorin' Yeah, sing to her like Lil' Corey (what?) Yeah, I wanna fat baby like Norbit (swoop) Ooh, she wanna tell me she for real and how she livin', how she feel right now Ooh, I usually don't give her no head, but I'm so drunk, I'm goin' down [Chorus: Young Thug] Y-S-L, we gon' catch a couple bodies If these niggas think we sweet in these streets (hrrrrrat) (London On Da Track, bitch) I know I'ma fuck that bitch from the bottom to the top I'ma buy her a brand new watch, nigga, yes, indeed Ayy, yeah [Verse 2: Young Thug] Fuck that bitch from the bottom Fuck that little bitty bitch from the bottom I'ma go an' pop my motherfuckin' collar I'ma big ol' blood, I'ma pop my bollar I'ma go shootin' your motherfuckin' father And my kids gonna know, "God damn, he was ballin'" And my partner gon' shoot at your motherfuckin' partner Got so much water, I can buy me a dolphin You can run off with a nickel or a dime, or an ounce Or a motherfuckin' bird, nigga, still get a coffin, yeah Got a whole dirty bird on a motherfuckin' fish scale, yeah, no dolphin I'ma fuck me a bitch in the hole, I'm a dog You ain't a real street nigga, you ain't took no losses Why the fuck your clique ain't talkin' when I catch 'em? I'ma pop your ass, y'all ain't no ballers (Woo) I'ma slow it down like I'm on a MARTA bus And we control this town, boy, ain't no clownin' us Yeah, these niggas some haters, I see 'em frownin' us Meanwhile, these niggas' bitches love being 'round us [Chorus: Young Thug] Y-S-L, we gon' catch a couple bodies If these niggas think we sweet in these streets (London on da Track, bitch) I know I'ma fuck that bitch from the bottom to the top I'ma buy her a brand new watch, nigga, yes, indeed Ayy, yeah