Eww

Produced by TM88 & Southside

[Hook: Young Thug]

Eww eww eww

Eww eww eww, eww

[Verse 1: Young Thug]

What you gonna do when I pull up on you, *****?

(I don't know, I don't know, I don't know)

***** ***** know that he a cat like Tigger

(For sure, for sure)

Beat the ***** ***** with the baseball bat

Pull up with them F&Ns comin' out the hatch

***** motha****a scared to say it to my front

So I'm blowin' out his back

Point it at his liver, make the ***** reconsider

Bands in my pants got me lookin' a little bigger

Red just like Elmo but I never ****in' giggle

You can suck my pickle for a nickel

[Hook: Young Thug]

Eww eww eww

Eww eww eww, eww

[Verse 2: Young Thug]

How many *****s standin' around you would die for you?

I'm not bein' funny but if I come through there sprayin'

All them *****s turn to 4 wheelers

Honestly, truth be told, YSL won't fold

Pick his *** off from the balcony

Walk into the house and change clothes

YSL, wipe a ***** nose

We don't give a damn if it's indoors or outdoors

We gotta have that, gon' grab that

***** go stab that, smack that ****

Every day I keep the bands on me, I'm a lick

If a ***** think I'm sweet then his tongue gettin' split

I ain't doin' any features unless you give me your *****

I'ma **** for the cash then she gettin' robbed by Tick

[Hook: Young Thug]

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Eww eww eww, eww

[Verse 3: Young Thug]

Hundred bands inside of my pants

Make the motha****a dance on the stage

Aye, *****, it's a parade

Pourin' 4s is a sport, Leanorade

50 whole k spent on my hygiene

Drinkin' so much lean that my pee clean

808 just might be the dream team

***** got some good brain, call her Pinky

Bag full of weed, no lighter

In the kitchen wrappin', rappin' like a cypher

You know damn well, I like her, I'mma bite her

In a Bentley on West Lee gettin' trailed by sniper

How the **** you feel that I don't mean nothin'?

All them years in the bando, no clean nothin'

Runnin' to the cops, tell 'em I don't serve the fiend nothin'

Pullin' off like "SIKE!"

***** I got the bando, fifty hundreds

Spot 'round the corner filled up with onions

Big homie got a whole truckload

Me and Scooter take a trip to New Mexico

All I ever wanted was the money

All I ever wanted was the money

Put your hands in the air if you dare

Any mother****er to step over here

F&N put 'em in a wheel chair

[Hook: Young Thug]

Eww eww eww

Eww eww eww, eww