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Intro (Young Thug) | 0:00
I done put twenty up under the SIG
You dig? You dig? You dig? (That boy Cassius)
Ayy (Wheezy Beats)

Chorus (Young Thug) | 0:12
I done put twenty inside the SIG (You dig?)
I pull up on you and I pop at your kid (You dig?)
I pull up to your block and I pop at your b*tch (You dig?)
I hopped out the coupe and I'm fresh as a b*tch (You dig? You dig? You dig?)
Since I was a youngin, I been gettin' dough (You dig? You dig?)
I count my backend and I turn up the show (You dig? You dig?)
I want hella (Want hella), it gears me up (You dig? You dig?)
I put the V neck on my team, yeah (You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? Hey)

Verse 1 (Young Thug) | 0:40
I dig everything that you sayin', I dig everything that you doin' too
I dig the way that you look at me, you dig the way that I look at you
I just wanna grab on your butt, butt, the seat in the Benz, the Chanel Clutch
The FN, it give him a haircut, I roll up a seven of John Dutch
That big booty bounce on the d*ck and it broke, I don't gotta act like a gangster, she know
Dope, my B*ckwood look like a pole (Yeah), my B*ckwood look like a pole
I sit on clouds of the smoke, I'ma blow clouds of the smoke
Pardon me, pardon my soul, I crack a smile for them folks, ayy
N*ggas, they eatin' in broad day, in that h*e mouth like a Colgate, yeah
Keepin' that cold case, God, please give me that cold case
Man, I don't want no new friends, forgive me for all of my sins
I don’t wanna think about losin', all I wanna do is win, win (Hey)

Chorus (Young Thug) | 1:20

Verse 2 (Young Scooter) | 1:47
Without the radio, it's twenty a show and that's for sure (Count up)
Get that backend, b*tch, we buyin' (Buyin'), that's how it go (Count up)
Black Amigos, 'bout the Freebandz (Yeah), that .44
I could cook the cook with no stove (Whip), pot on the floor (Whip, yeah)
Pull up in that coupe, sh*t (Skrrt), n*gga like, "Damn, where the roof went?" (Damn)
In the streets, they call me JAY-Z (Yeah), lil' b*tch, I got the blueprint (Scooter)
Lil' n*gga, I don't want no old hundreds, you know I want them blue strips (Count up)
And I can't (I can't) you old hoes, I'm ballin' with my new b*tch (Yeah)
You dig that? (You dig?)
Two hundred thousand worth of chain, and that's a fact
Hear my name in this rap game, I was sellin' (Sellin', jugg, jugg)
Rest in peace to OG Double D, you dig that? Slime

Chorus (Young Thug, Quavo) | 2:28

Verse 3 (Quavo) | 2:56
Shoot out the coupe (Pew-pew), shoot out the roof (Shoot out the roof)
Pull up and smash on h*r, we don't got to put a bag on her
I took your h*e, you dig? (You dig?), I told her, "Hold the SIG" (SIG)
Had big bales, midget (Big bales), now you can't say I ain't got millions (Ayy)
Swam with the sharks, water (Splash), you be law and order (12)
I be gettin' money every mornin', Tom Joyner (Uh)
Heard you gettin' money but you payin', them n*ggas extortin' ya (Dig)
You pay for your fame and fortune (Huh), you pay for your fame and fortune (Fame)
I am the plug, cordless (Brrt), pull up with blazers, Portland (Brrt)
I pay the neighbors (Cash) to pick up the (Pick up the) they porches (Dope, uh)
I came from nickels, I came from nickels, my n*ggas don't know you, we do not f*ck with you
I've been in the system, I've been in a pickle, you dig me like shovels, I gotta f*ck with you (Ayy)

Chorus (Young Thug, Offset) | 3:35

Verse 4 (Offset) | 4:03
Hop in the private (Private), this a Lambo', not a hybrid (Skrrt, hey)
My wrist is a faucet (Water), feed her P*rkies, I'm the doctor (Doctor)
Draco, hundred round chopper (Grrah), she got her eyes on me like binoculars (Watchin')
Count up this money, it's marvellous (Count it up), stall the b*tch, I don't call the b*tch (Stall her)
You better dig what I'm sayin' (Dig what I'm-), I'ma k*ll you and your mans (I'ma kill)
Beat down the block like an amp (Beat it), goin' up like a skateboard on a ramp (Whoa, ayy)
Go buy the Rollie and bust it (Bust it, bust it, hey)
Talkin' that tough sh*t, but you know you not gon' bust sh*t (Huh, huh, huh, grrah)
Look at my fashion, this is a Gucci rugby (Look at it, look at it)
I'm trappin' and rappin', still got them babies in custody (Trappin' and rappin')
My diamonds be dancin', live in a mansion, my life is lovely (My life is lovely, hey)
Ain't no more loyalty (Nah), knock your ass off, pay the lawyer fee (Baow, baow, baow)
Sh*t can get ugly, hey

Chorus (Young Thug) | 4:43

Outro | 5:11

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