Young Thug - Yes Indeed lyrics

[Intro: Peewee Roscoe & Young Thug] Thugger Ya digg? Yeah, we got more rings than Michael Jordan And, um, we ain’t shot no jumper But we have shot a couple n***as, you know You digg? I digg Thugger, I digg Ice on, and I digg (London On Da Track, b**h) [Chorus: Young Thug] Y-S-L, we gon’ catch a couple bodies If these n***as think we sweet in these streets (yeah, whoa, yeah) I know I’ma f** that b**h from the bottom to the top I’ma buy her a brand new watch, n***a, yes, indeed (yah) Ayy, yeah [Verse 1: Young Thug] You with that same ho, boy You ‘posed to swap out with them b**hes (what?) If she the truth, you ‘posed to show that lil’ b**h riches (you, what?) They wanna f** my b**h ’cause she fly as a Frisbee (fly as a Frisbee) I stuffed that p**y with a broom like a witch (what ya tell ’em?) Yeah, I’m screamin’ yeah like I’m E-40 Yeah, I drank that lean, but I’m not snorin’ Yeah, sing to her like Lil’ Corey (what?) Yeah, I wanna fat baby like Norbit (swoop) Ooh, she wanna tell me she for real and how she livin’, how she feel right now Ooh, I usually don’t give her no head, but I’m so drunk, I’m goin’ down [Chorus: Young Thug] Y-S-L, we gon’ catch a couple bodies If these n***as think we sweet in these streets (hrrrrrat) (London On Da Track, b**h) I know I’ma f** that b**h from the bottom to the top I’ma buy her a brand new watch, n***a, yes, indeed Ayy, yeah [Verse 2: Young Thug] f** that b**h from the bottom f** that little bitty b**h from the bottom I’ma go an’ pop my motherf**in’ collar I’ma big ol’ blood, I’ma pop my bollar I’ma go shootin’ your motherf**in’ father And my kids gonna know, “God damn, he was ballin'” And my partner gon’ shoot at your motherf**in’ partner Got so much water, I can buy me a dolphin You can run off with a nickel or a dime, or an ounce Or a motherf**in’ bird, n***a, still get a coffin, yeah Got a whole dirty bird on a motherf**in’ fish scale, yeah, no dolphin I’ma f** me a b**h in the hole, I’m a dog You ain’t a real street n***a, you ain’t took no losses Why the f** your clique ain’t talkin’ when I catch ’em? I’ma pop your a**, y’all ain’t no ballers (woo) I’ma slow it down like I’m on a MARTA bus And we control this town, boy, ain’t no clownin’ us Yeah, these n***as some haters, I see ’em frownin’ us Meanwhile, these n***as’ b**hes love being ’round us [Chorus: Young Thug] Y-S-L, we gon’ catch a couple bodies If these n***as think we sweet in these streets (London On Da Track, b**h) I know I’ma f** that b**h from the bottom to the top I’ma buy her a brand new watch, n***a, yes, indeed Ayy, yeah