Young Thug – Hercules Lyrics

(Intro)
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
Metro!
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
And what?
Metro Booming want some more, ni**a

(Chorus)
Sick
Shoot him in his back like Ricky but not Slick
Spent like 7 bands on a tri-colored pit
All my signs red like a stop, ni**a no pit
Blow the purple, ni**a, high like f**king martians, woah
In a foreign, yesterday I was just walking, woah
Left my baby mama, now my bi**h a Barbie, woah
All red Di*kies suit, I’m riding down Slauson, woah
Hercu-Hercules
Hercu-Hercules
Hercu-Hercules
Hercu-Hercules

(Verse 1)
I smoke gas, that’s that Hercules, strong marijuana
She looked at him, oh now she watching me
Bi**h I’m speeding to that guapanese
I was stacking money up, no, I can’t forget the T
Drop the top, shoot birds at the officers
F**k them boys, they costing us, they stalking us
They know they old lady not running, they’ll fall for us
We so tired of taking loses, ain’t no more chalking up
I swear, I promise
YSL on ape and they donkeys
These ni**as pointless
They want me
I’m still a stoner, mac and cheese on me
These ni**as clone me, I’m full, but I’m still hungry
Hey when the click clock, I’ll make your bi**h stop
Ice Inside my tick tock, cookies, no
I just bought a Cuban link, flooded with big rocks
Bi**hes trying to juug at me? Well, I gotta get us up, woah s**t

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(Verse 2)
Okay first of all, I was doing this s**t fore I was rich
I don’t care at all, I’ll go do a dolphin for my clique
F**k your conference call, pull up with a check and get my seed
Double D, you dig? No firework, it was lit
If there’s a f**k ni**a was hating on me
They took ya life and I know some f**k ni**as waiting on it
I grab that TEC, I grab that 40 and the F&N
Then we pulled up and hit the spot, yeah we laid it on em
Anaconda, we on that slime stuff, here to remind ya
F**ked your old lady, she wasn’t fly enough
YSL, we shining, let her stand behind us
Yeah my crew we rock, rock, baby you can climb us
I call my migo, migo come and let me juug through the city
He stuffed a burrito and he let em fly right to me
Bi**hes call me Casino cause I let em ride round the city
She want bingo kilo no sweat, now she can ride in a Bentley

(Repeat Chorus)