Thugger
You 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 the track, bitch)

YSL, we gon' catch a couple bodies
If these niggas think we sweet in these streets (yee, whoa, yah)
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

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 (as a Frisbee)
I stuffed that pussy with a broom like a witch (what ya tell 'em?)
Yahhh, I'm screaming yeah like I'm E-40
Yahhh, I drank that lean, but I'm not snoring
Yahhh, sing to her like Lil' Corey (what?)
Yahhh, I wanna fat baby like Norbit (swoop)
Oooh, she wanna tell me she for real and how she living, how she feel right now
Oooh, I usually don't give her no head, but I'm so drunk, I'm going down

YSL, we gon' catch a couple bodies
If these niggas think we sweet in these streets (hrrrrrat)
(London on the 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

Fuck that bitch from the bottom
Fuck that little bitty bitch from the bottom
I'ma go an' pop my motherfuckin' collar
I'm a big ol' blood, I'ma pop my bollar
I'ma go shootin' your motherfuckin' father
And my kids gonna know, "God damn, he was balling"
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 talking 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 clowning us
Yeah, these niggas some haters, I see 'em frowning us
Meanwhile, these niggas' bitches love being 'round us

YSL, we gon' catch a couple bodies
If these niggas think we sweet in these streets
(London on the 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