Young Thug – Jerome Bettis (Still) Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yea
Yeah yeah yeah
Wheezybeats

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Bae, ya dig
Oh yeah yeah
Dont walk nowhere, you in a weelchair yeah
Dont stop and stare, she mine yeah
Look at my pimp card, player yeah
These hoes will do you the baddest
If you find one bad bag
If you find a bad bitch then keep her
Foreign cars, they back in
Never pour no trash
Im red like a firetruck, just got back from NASA
Bought my bitch the new wagon, you dont know nothin bout [?]
A red carpet, the ground that she walk on
I told her to get whatever she want

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Im still gettin fetti, pockets [?] lettuce (racks)
Young nigga so broke I can bet it (broke), I know he a rat he go tellin’ (snitch)
These rappers they pussy I smell it (pussy), I want that bread like a deli (bread)
Pour by the four I dont match (lean) , bitch I need all of my extras (extras)
All of these niggas they act like they with it and ain’t even ready
Bitch Im goin out like Ox did on Belly came from the block i was robbin and sellin
Talk out a pole with a Mac-11, [?] the dice so we servin [?]
Count up that cash, I need that guap
Count up that cheese, I need a knot
She suck on the dick like a lollipop, told her booled up on the molly rock
We sip that lean we dont drink Ciroc, put on Celine when I’m steppin’ out
I got that beam on the K, YSL got it engraved
Pussy niggas throwin’ shade, kill them and piss on their grave

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Im still gon’ serve you, I still got birds too
These drugs won’t hurt you, these drugs won’t hurt you
Still got a egg beater (skrr skrr), still got an old pot (skrr skrr)
Still niggas still plottin’, still niggas gettin’ shot
Big ol’ bankroll, pockets on snot nose
Took a bitch out the hood, and put her in designer clothes
I’m in my rarri, took a plate to Calamari (eat it up)
Rings like Horry, play like Curry, bitch Im sorry
Thats why a nigga need a bad bitch, she know how to treat a savage
She won’t even talk to 12, she ain’t even gotta ask me
Trappin’ out a old park, pull up dinosaur, Jurassic
She got a cute face, bad body, but I took her now she all plastic
Barbie doll, barbie doll, Trapstar, block boy
Thousand feet from a neighbor cause I want a tiger and I paid for it
Imma ride with him, Im gon’ slide with him
I might put my trust in him, I might put my pies in him
I ain’t gon get tied in him, Imma fly with him
Imma, yeah

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

Stitches – Through The Mail (Cocaine Holiday Album)

Im pouring up the pint
Im smoking on that kush
Whipping up cocaine
Bitch Im about to cook
You wanna sell drugs
Follow my foot steps
Then you’ll receive
Cocaine at your door step
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
I get cocaine through the mail

Im whipping that dope in the kitchen
Bitch you know that Im selling them pigeons
Bitch you know that Im serving them chickens
They hating on me because they know Im winning
Cocaine bitch
It made me
Mom gave birth to a drug dealing baby
I can’t sell to you if you a pussy
If you a real one would you cook up a cookie
Drug Lord
I am
When it comes to the mail
Im the man
I can out them kilos
In your hand
Don’t try to go stomp
Hoes staying on the ground
Feds watching
All day
I’ve been selling drugs
All day
Sending bricks through the mail
All day
Stay true to the game
Im one way

B.R.I.C.K.S
Through the mail
Through the mail
B.R.I.C.K.S
Through the mail
I get cocaine through the mail

Im pouring up the pint
Im smoking on that kush
Whipping up cocaine
Bitch Im about to cook
You wanna sell drugs
Follow my foot steps
Then you’ll receive
Cocaine at your door step
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
I get cocaine through the mail

Im sending bricks through the mail
If I go to jail no bail
Still flipping and that sell
While I make a call on my cell
Cocaine is one
Hell of a drug
Take a bump of mine’s and you fall in love
I only sell bricks I don’t sell dubs
And I don’t sell dope to no scrubs
Re rat
That’s you
Ripping off your costs those ain’t cool
You should come to my Drug Dealer School
It’s time for you to stop acting like a fool

B.R.I.C.K.S
Through the mail
Through the mail
B.R.I.C.K.S
Through the mail
I get cocaine through the mail

Im pouring up the pint
Im smoking on that kush
Whipping up cocaine
Bitch Im about to cook
You wanna sell drugs
Follow my foot steps
Then you’ll receive
Cocaine at your door step
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
I get cocaine through the mail

Yung Simmie – Mr. Green thumb

Alright alright
You know I’m always lighting up some shit
Breaking down some sticky
Bad bitchies fuck with me man
Mr. Green thumb
Yuhhh

Bitch Im from the slums
Choppas with the drums
Rolling up the weed Mr. Green thumb
I got what you need if you need some
I pull up on the scene just to get me some
My niggas short bus they go super dumb
Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
You get yo fucking head Bust just for coming wrong
I be Smoking strong
Mr. Green thumb

I’m Mr. Green thumb
And you ain’t high you need some weed son
Man I be balling don’t need no team son
Yo bitch keep calling she want this d son
And it ain’t no talking we got them beams son
Ain’t no snitches on my block so I ain’t see none
I be whipping up the work I give a fiend some
You be Smoking on the dirt I smoke og son
Money I need some
Got rid of my bitch don’t need one
I pull off in the whip ducking cops this need for speed son
My face good on yo block off top don’t need ID son
Yo face ain’t clean son

Bitch Im from the slums
Choppas with the drums
Rolling up the weed Mr. Green thumb
I got what you need if you need some
I pull up on the scene just to get me some
My niggas short bus they go super dumb
Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
You get yo fucking head Bust just for coming wrong
I be Smoking strong
Mr. Green thumb

Yung Simmie – Mr. Green thumb Lyrics

{intro}
Alright alright
You know I’m always lighting up some shit
Breaking down some sticky
Bad bitchies fuck with me man
Mr. Green thumb
Yuhhh

{hook}
Bitch Im from the slums
Choppas with the drums
Rolling up the weed Mr. Green thumb
I got what you need if you need some
I pull up on the scene just to get me some
My niggas short bus they go super dumb
Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
You get yo fucking head Bust just for coming wrong
I be Smoking strong
Mr. Green thumb
{verse}
I’m Mr. Green thumb
And you ain’t high you need some weed son
Man I be balling don’t need no team son
Yo bitch keep calling she want this d son
And it ain’t no talking we got them beams son
Ain’t no snitches on my block so I ain’t see none
I be whipping up the work I give a fiend some
You be Smoking on the dirt I smoke og son
Money I need some
Got rid of my bitch don’t need one
I pull off in the whip ducking cops this need for speed son
My face good on yo block off top don’t need ID son
Yo face ain’t clean son

{hook}
Bitch Im from the slums
Choppas with the drums
Rolling up the weed Mr. Green thumb
I got what you need if you need some
I pull up on the scene just to get me some
My niggas short bus they go super dumb
Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
You get yo fucking head Bust just for coming wrong
I be Smoking strong
Mr. Green thumb

Stitches – Through The Mail letras

Im pouring up the pint
Im smoking on that kush
Whipping up cocaine
Bitch Im about to cook
You wanna sell drugs
Follow my foot steps
Then you’ll receive
Cocaine at your door step
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
I get cocaine through the mail

Im whipping that dope in the kitchen
Bitch you know that Im selling them pigeons
Bitch you know that Im serving them chickens
They hating on me because they know Im winning
Cocaine bitch
It made me
Mom gave birth to a drug dealing baby
I can’t sell to you if you a pussy
If you a real one would you cook up a cookie
Drug Lord
I am
When it comes to the mail
Im the man
I can out them kilos
In your hand
Don’t try to go stomp
Hoes staying on the ground
Feds watching
All day
I’ve been selling drugs
All day
Sending bricks through the mail
All day
Stay true to the game
Im one way
B.R.I.C.K.S
Through the mail
Through the mail
B.R.I.C.K.S
Through the mail
I get cocaine through the mail

Im pouring up the pint
Im smoking on that kush
Whipping up cocaine
Bitch Im about to cook
You wanna sell drugs
Follow my foot steps
Then you’ll receive
Cocaine at your door step
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
I get cocaine through the mail

Im sending bricks through the mail
If I go to jail no bail
Still flipping and that sell
While I make a call on my cell
Cocaine is one
Hell of a drug
Take a bump of mine’s and you fall in love
I only sell bricks I don’t sell dubs
And I don’t sell dope to no scrubs
Re rat
That’s you
Ripping off your costs those ain’t cool
You should come to my Drug Dealer School
It’s time for you to stop acting like a fool

B.R.I.C.K.S
Through the mail
Through the mail
B.R.I.C.K.S
Through the mail
I get cocaine through the mail

Im pouring up the pint
Im smoking on that kush
Whipping up cocaine
Bitch Im about to cook
You wanna sell drugs
Follow my foot steps
Then you’ll receive
Cocaine at your door step
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
I get cocaine through the mail