Young Thug - Hercules lyrics

Thugger the Thugger, baby, yeah
(Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro)
Metro! Hee
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
And what?
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)

Shit, shoot him in his back
Like Ricky but not Slick
Spent like seven bands on a tri-color pit
All my signs red like a stop, nigga, no pit
I’m on the purple, nigga
High like fuckin' Martians, woah
In a foreign yesterday, I was just walkin'
Woah
Left my baby mama, now my bitch a Barbie
Woah all-red Dickies suit, I'm
Ridin' down Slauson, woah
(skrt) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hercu-Hercules (whoa, yeah, yeah, hey hey)
Hercu-Hercules (heeh, heeh, yay, heeh, heeh)
Hercu-Hercules (ooh, yah, yaaah, yeah, yeah)
Hercu-Hercules (I got, I got, I got lean)

I smoke gas, that's that Hercules
(strong marijuana)
She looked at him, oh, now she watchin' me
(Bitch likes my persona)
Bitch, I'm speedin' to that guapanese
(skrrt)
Old Chevy mounted up, I can't forget the T
Drop the top, shoot birds at the officers
(fuck 'em)
Fuck them boys, they costin' us
They stalkin' us
They know they old lady not runnin'
They fall for us
We so tired of takin' losses
Ain't no more chalkin' us, i promise
YSL on ape and they donkeys
These niggas pointless, they want me wanted
I'm still a stoner, MAC and cheese on me
These niggas clonin'
I'm full but I'm still hungry
Hey when the click clock
I'll make your bitch stop
Ice inside my tick tock, boss cookies
No brisco i just bought a Cuban link
Flooded with big rocks
Snitches tryna juug at me, I gotta dead sum
Whoa, shit

Shit, shoot him in his back
Like Ricky but not Slick
Spent like seven bands on a tri-color pit
All my signs red like a stop, nigga, no pit
I’m on the purple, nigga
High like fuckin' Martians, woah
In a foreign yesterday, I was just walkin'
Woah
Left my baby mama, now my bitch a Barbie
Woah all-red Dickies suit, I'm
Ridin' down Slauson, woah
(skrt) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hercu-Hercules (whoa, yeah, yeah, hey hey)
Hercu-Hercules (heeh, heeh, yay, heeh, heeh)
Hercu-Hercules (ooh, yah, yaaah, yeah, yeah)
Hercu-Hercules (I got, I got, I got lean)

Okay first of all
I was doin' this shit 'fore I was rich
I don't care at all
I'll go do a dolphin for my clique
Fuck your conference call
Pull up with a check and get my sig
Double D, you dig? No firework, it was lit
And then some fuck nigga was hatin' on me
They took ya life
I know some fuck niggas waitin' on it
I grab that TEC, I grab that 40 and the F&N
Then we pulled up ready to squabble
Yeah we waited on 'em
Anaconda, we on that slime stuff
Here to remind ya
Fucked your old lady, she want the finest
YSL, we shinin', 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 it with burritos and he
Let 'em fly right to me
Bitches call me Casino but I let
'em ride 'round the city
She want bingo, kilo, no sweat
Now she can ride in the Bentley whoa

Shit, shoot him in his back
Like Ricky but not Slick
Spent like seven bands on a tri-color pit
All my signs red like a stop, nigga, no pit
I’m on the purple, nigga
High like fuckin' Martians, woah
In a foreign yesterday, I was just walkin'
Woah
Left my baby mama, now my bitch a Barbie
Woah all-red Dickies suit, I'm
Ridin' down Slauson, woah
(skrt) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hercu-Hercules (whoa, yeah, yeah, hey hey)
Hercu-Hercules (heeh, heeh, yay, heeh, heeh)
Hercu-Hercules (ooh, yah, yaaah, yeah, yeah)
Hercu-Hercules (I got, I got, I got lean)

Thugger Thugger said he have
A brand new stick
Thugger Thugger sittin' on some fashion shit
Thugger Thugger still livin' like a boss
YSL my team, my squad
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga