Young Thug - Told You lyrics

Catch him slippin'
Take his life at a red light
(Thugger, Thugger, baby)
Thugger, Thugger, niggas yeah,  Thugga  (Ha)
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
Yeah, get it

Cut it with the coke then you
Can go buy a quart
Yo' girl don't wanna leave
She stay upstairs like I'm from New York
Got all of these bitches watchin'
All of these niggas watchin'
Beat all my cases in silence
Now I feel like a Mason with a–
Hundred bands of cash inside the spot
Just like I told you
Got a nigga bitch taking Roxies
Like I told you
This my year, ain't even tryna sound cocky
But I told you hundred bands out of my pants
Like I told you, like I told you

You know them lil' niggas keep the
Bullshit on they motherfuckin' mind
Make a nigga drop a dime
Pussy nigga know I'll never slip and
I'ma pop it every time
Make a nigga pull up to shut up, 12 think he
Nigga know I'm bangin' in New York
If I ain't got a stick, he gettin' buck 9
Now you can tell me, it may sound real
Nigga jewelry water, no boat
But his whiskers longer than the seals
Judging by the lie detector test
Pussy nigga'll never get a deal
Just got off the phone with Unfoonk
He just been there waitin' on the appeal
You step in my lane, we clashing like titans
She notice them Slimes like them bodies
I pop me three capsules, that's trollies
I'm fuckin' them ranches, no Jolly
Pop me one more capsule
I'm higher than Scotty, no lotty
But you gotta stay silent, girl
They know you been lyin'

Cut it with the coke then you
Can go buy a quart
Yo' girl don't wanna leave
She stay upstairs like I'm from New York
Got all of these bitches watchin'
All of these niggas watchin'
Beat all my cases in silence
Now I feel like a Mason with a–
Hundred bands of cash inside the spot
Just like I told you
Got a nigga bitch taking Roxies
Like I told you (Main bitch)
This my year, ain't even tryna sound cocky
But I told you (No way)
Hundred bands out of my pants like I told you

Catch him slippin'
Take his life at a red light
Throw them bands, this a cash fight
Snitch on each other in a day
This is fed night colonial flow
I'm just tryna get my bread right
And I know you lil' niggas
Ain't gonna do that, homie
Run a hundred bands, it'll get you right
(Hey, yeah) plain Rollie or the Breitling
Thugger killin' mics, Tyson
Do not play with me
You know what stay with me
She used to charge for
Now she sold it for free
In the 'jects like Future
I know she notice me no cut OG

Cut it with the coke then you
Can go buy a quart
Yo' girl don't wanna leave
She stay upstairs like I'm from New York
Got all of these bitches watchin'
All of these niggas watchin'
Beat all my cases in silence
Now I feel like a Mason with a–
Hundred bands of cash inside the spot
Just like I told you
Got a nigga bitch taking Roxies
Like I told you
This my year, ain't even tryna sound cocky
But I told you hundred bands out of my pants
Like I told you, like I told you