Sup Mate - Young Thug feat Future
[Future:]
Yellow tape, I put that on (Yeah, yeah)
Hold up, wait, life's great (Yeah, yeah)
Hold up, wait, ice skate (Yeah, yeah)
Hold up, wait, crime pay (Yeah, yeah)
Hold up, wait, slatt, slatt (ATL Jacob, yeah, yeah)
20 cars, matte black (Yeah, yeah)
Surfin' at the Ritz Carlton (Yeah, yeah)
22 pink toes (Poof, poof, yeah, yeah)
[Young Thug & (Future):]
Oxycontin what I piss
(Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Flip it to the dog like a dish
(Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Accept the loss before I quit
(Yeah, yeah, accept the loss before I quit, yeah, yeah)
She slept at the house, I bought her Ruth Chris
(Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Future & {Young Thug}:]
What's up, mate? Got cake, mate (Yeah, yeah)
Got cheese, mate, got bread, mate (Woo)
Got cups, mate (Woo, ooh), no f_cks, mate (Woo, mate)
Give no f_cks, mate (Woo, f_cks, mate), I'm up, mate (Woo, outta shape, yeah, yeah)
{It's up, mate, I buck, mate (Yeah, yeah)
I bleed, mate, he bled, mate (Woo, yeah, yeah)
Got cups, mate, (Woo) no f_cks, mate
Let's f_ck, mate (Woo)
F_cked my classmate (Woo), f_ck, sh_t, let's splash, mate} (Woo)
Or s_ck that sh_t, let's splash, hey
[Future:]
Smokin' on loud, we don't f_ck around with y'all
Wanna try this sh_t, let me know
We prepare first and then Columbine
Trenchcoat, under a n_gga's sleeve
[Future & {Young Thug}:]
Wipe his nose, wipe his nose {P_ssy ass n_gga}
Wipe his nose, {Slatt} wipe his nose (Wipe your nose)
Wipe his nose, (Wipe your nose, slatt) wipe his nose (Slatt, wipe his nose)
Wipe his nose, (Wipe your nose), wipe his nose (Yeah, yeah)
[Future:]
Doubled the cups and then doubled it up and I doubled it up (Yeah, yeah)
Jump in the Bentley, I jump in the truck and I trucker the truck (Woo, yeah, yeah)
Chuggin' it down, I'm smokin' a pound, I'm f_ckin' around (Yeah, yeah)
Smokin' on loud, we don't f_ck around with y'all
What's up, mate? (Woo) Got the blicky, featherweight (Woo)
Got the cash, I bake the cake, (Woo) ayy, what's brackin', mate? (Woo)
I just sniper, mate, (Woo) chain on hydrate, mate (Woo)
Get no sleep, mate, (Woo) I'm geeked, mate, pushin' weight, outta shape (Yeah, yeah)
[Young Thug & (Future):]
Red wings, red bottoms, I'm a f_ckin' devil (Yeah, yeah)
20 tennis chains on, not no Ric Flair medal (Woo, yeah, yeah)
I done gotta run it back, you heard what Gunna tell 'em (Yeah, yeah)
Put my diamonds in a bowl, that look like Fruity Pebbles
[Future:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
B_tch wanna hit her a lick, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
B_tch wanna s_ck on the d_ck, yeah
B_tch wanna get her a brick, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,)
B_tch wanna f_ck on a b_tch (Yeah)
B_tch wanna f_ck on the clique (Yeah, yeah)
Euros on euros, I'm gettin' it (Uh)
Step on the floor, now I'm lit (Woo)
[Young Thug & (Future):]
Wipe his nose, wipe a nose (Woo)
Kick a door, keep the Ruger (Woo)
Put the pole in his ho, bend her over (Woo, woo, woo)
Then you buy that b_tch a brand new Range Rover (Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Future & {Young Thug}:]
I'm so high, all I can say is "Woo, woo, woo"
I can't talk, I barely could say, "Woo, woo, woo"
Count a M and count another one, ooh, ooh (Ooh)
F_ck that sh_t, I enter the lotto, woo, woo {F_ck it, yeah, yeah}
[Young Thug & (Future):]
Count a half and another
(Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can never be a facade, relative
(Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Up to the sky with my mom, brothers
(Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
They let it hit from the side, they were all cudders
(Woo, woo, f_ck it, yeah, yeah)
[Future:]
Oh, okay, f_ck her good, make her try voodoo
Okay, my plug put me oh, I call him Lou Lou
Hood n_gga, pay it in full, I'm a black Jew
What's populartion? I come from the trenches, we pray for a brick
What's poppin', lady? B_tches love a n_gga's accent (Woo, woo)
Pain pills, codeine, hydro, acid (Woo, woo)
I hang with some slimes, pullin' kick doors (Woo, woo)
Outchea, outchea, quit your reachin'
Gucci socky on my feet
Tried the toppy, keep it neat
One, two, three, I got freaks
Ooh, four girls on fleek
Ooh, bad and saditty
Ooh, ass and her titties
Ooh, that ting litty
And my Spanish ting, she bad like J. Lo (Ooh, ooh)
I crushed up an X pill in her asshole (Ooh, ooh)
50 round clip, got my Draco (Ooh, ooh)
I should, I should teach drug classes (Ooh, ooh)
I stay on my grind, Margiela ten toes (Ooh, ooh)
Money on my mind, I'm a nympho (Ooh, ooh)
Ooh, ass and her titties (Ooh)
Ooh, that ting litty (Ooh)
Ooh, ass and her titties (Ooh)
Ooh, that ting litty (Ooh)
Ooh, ass and her titties (Ooh)
Ooh, that ting litty (Ooh)
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