Lyrics Thru Wit It - Bricc Baby, Young Thug

Thru Wit It

Racks on top of yo head and then I’m thru' wit it
Thugger, aye, thugger, thug
Shitro, YSL
I drop them bands on top of yo head and then I’m thru' wit it
Shitro ran up so many racks I think he Jewish-rich!
I’m not no rat but I came straight up out that sewer shit
Viper trucks and amazing bud
Little kids say «you a chick» (you)
I bang my gang from the east coast up to the west coast
We don’t mail you them packs
We just traffic bricks from the Leer
Yes, Thugger I’m more crazy than
VVS' like water, glaciers
Chain like chandelier!
Tony Tiger, my life’s fire
Made millions off cyphers
She a girl and I might spice her
Cut it, yea I dice her
Tell her to bring her best friend and I’ma have her dykin'
If I’m leaning like kickstand, I’ma one-night her
Chillin' on boat like I’m Gilligan
I’m not talking lake but I am a fisherman
I got a habit with siblings
I fuck all their mother, their sister, their cousin and.
I got your whole life in a duffel bag
I’m Jewish-rich in a bucket hat
We put in the bricks of Leers
My backyard came with a helipad
Get away from my thing
I got a bomb again
You wish you should’ve known
I make her cum and go
Remove your panties, ho
Before you whip the blow
No animal, got donkey on a camel toe
I drop them bands on top of yo head and then I’m thru' wit it
Shitro ran up so many racks I think he Jewish-rich!
I’m not no rat but I came straight up out that sewer shit
Viper trucks and amazing bud
Little kids say «you a chick» (you)
I bang my gang from the east coast up to the west coast
We don’t mail you them packs
We just traffic bricks from the Leer
Yes, Thugger I’m more crazy than
VVS' like water, glaciers
Chain like chandelier!
I drop a couple bands then I’m thru' wit it
Them tiny loafs, so start some
I’m gon' act a fool wit it (ole!)
Young Shitty
Let that lil' nigga come to me
I swear that I want him
Make him play head-butt with bullets
Woo!
He gon' die soon as I pull it
We don’t talk semis
All of my niggas talk fullies
We catch him down back then we slime him
Big homie double-back and hide him
You turn your back on me, I’ll spine you
You pussies are pussy, vaginas
Chop 'em up, no Benihana’s
I ride with a gang of Piranhas
Thirty-round clip in the llama
You owe me, I pop at your mama
I’m ready to run Mississippi
The killers and hippies are with me
Your slime in the 60's was shitty
One month with us, you’ll have no kidneys
I drop them bands on top of yo head and then I’m thru' wit it
Shitro ran up so many racks I think he Jewish-rich!
I’m not no rat but I came straight up out that sewer shit
Viper trucks and amazing bud
Little kids say «you a chick» (you)
I bang my gang from the east coast up to the west coast
We don’t mail you them packs
We just traffic bricks from the Leer
Yes, Thugger I’m more crazy than
VVS' like water, glaciers
Chain like chandelier!