[Intro: Young Thug]
(Ricky Racks)
Thugger Thugger
Migos Migos
Hey, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
One, two, three, and to the four
I'm a slimeball, I thought you mother fuckin' know
One, two, three, and to the four
I got lots of birdies, I'ma call up the Migos
These n***as smaller than Booty Shorts
I fucked her friend and that's ludicrous
I fuck that bitch, she's a [?]
I put it right in her booty, butt
These bitches playing like Toys-R-Us
I'm screamin' it, now they know it's us
If you think you're smart, it's the martyr bus
You tripping, they came on a charter bus

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Dripping sauce, teriyaki
That's them boys saying Versace
You think I'm cooking calamari, bitch I'm tryna whip a 'rari
I'm on the block like horus, beat the pot, Chuck Norris
I got more sand than the sea shore
I fuck your bitch then I board her
Put the dope in my trousers, I'm a villain, Quavo bowser
Sniper on the roof like a owl, jump in the coupe like a diver
They calling me Quavo MacGyver, oops, I mean Mick Jagger
Having dab, n***a, fuck swag
If I ain't got the chopper, hit you with the dagger
Put the pussy on a platter, lil' mama ride me like a saddle
I'ma rapper slash trapper, shooting at you pussy actors
Your trap in a drought like a cactus
I'm a superstar, look at my status
You want it, just send me the addy
Drop it off in Cincinnati
[Chorus: Young Thug]
One, two, three, and to the four
I'm a slimeball, I thought you mother fuckin' know
One, two, three, and to the four
I got lots of birdies, I'ma call up the Migos
These n***as smaller than Booty Shorts
I fucked her friend and that's ludicrous
I fuck that bitch, she's a [?]
I put it right in her booty, butt
These bitches playing like Toys-R-Us
I'm screamin' it, now they know it's us
If you think you're smart, it's the martyr bus
You tripping, they came on a charter bus

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
One, don't you say nothing, my n***as, they come get the money, they want it
Two, went up in your spot, that's a home invasion, boy, you know what to do
Three, what's the use of having pocket rockets if you ain't gon' squeeze
Four, I pour me a four, aim at your window with the four four
N***a talk reckless just for some recognition
Not to mention, I'm fucking they bitches
Want some attention, they feeling offended when Migos and Thugger fucking up the city
I been taking trips to get the benjis, and whatever you with, my n***a, we with it
Diss up my block, you can't hit it
Fill my cup, it's gon' cost you four fifty
All of my n***as, they orangoutangs, gorillas
Hit 'em with the chopper, make a n***a dance, thriller
Malcolm in the middle when you stuck in a pickle
I'm drinking codeine, you can have the liquor
You n***as broke, you ain't living right
Double cup purple like Kryptonite
Take your bitch, give me space like a gigabyte
Migos and Thugger blowing up, no dynamite
[Chorus: Young Thug]
One, two, three, and to the four
I'm a slimeball, I thought you mother fuckin' know
One, two, three, and to the four
I got lots of birdies, I'ma call up the Migos
These n***as smaller than Booty Shorts
I fucked her friend and that's ludicrous
I fuck that bitch, she's a [?]
I put it right in her booty, butt
These bitches playing like Toys-R-Us
I'm screamin' it, now they know it's us
If you think you're smart, it's the martyr bus
You tripping, they came on a charter bus

[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset
Your money smaller than rulers, yeah
My bitch got a bag with a poodle there
They tried to give me the electric chair
I'm rich, so I bought myself outta there
These n***as smaller than maggots
And these bitches attracted like magnets
I been dabbing on 'em, YRN fashion
Flying on a carpet like I'm Aladdin
Molly santan and my cup is polluted
Got a bad bitch beside me, I won't lose her
Got the MAC and I ain't talking computer
And if you want war, just like Nike, we do it
Eat the dab like it's gum, and she chew it
I'm just gonna feed her crumbs and I [?] it
She slurping a n***a cum like a noodle
I hang with the animals like Doctor Dolittle
My OG told me do big and don't do little
Drop the top all on my haters, I blew 'em
No heart for these hoes, we want pleasure, we run through 'em
Walk in my room, ain't no talking, we straight to it
We lunatics and my bitch is from St. Louis
Got me a million, take vacays to Cancun
We got banana clips for all you baboons
Catch a n***a slipping, beat a n***a like I'm shining shoes
[Chorus: Young Thug]
One, two, three, and to the four
I'm a slimeball, I thought you mother fuckin' know
One, two, three, and to the four
I got lots of birdies, I'ma call up the Migos
These n***as smaller than Booty Shorts
I fucked her friend and that's ludicrous
I fuck that bitch, she's a [?]
I put it right in her booty, butt
These bitches playing like Toys-R-Us
I'm screamin' it, now they know it's us
If you think you're smart, it's the martyr bus
You tripping, they came on a charter bus