Yeah Yeah (Original)

By Young Thug

Released on August 14, 2016

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[Intro: Travis Scott]

Yeah, yeah

If I take these Xans with you

If I take these Xans

Would you cancel all your plans?

I got all the plans for you

I got all the plans, if I take a Xan

If I take these Xans with you

Would you cancel all your plans?

I got all the plans, if I spend these bands with you

Would you pull up on a man? Do it on demand?

If I take all of these Xans with you?

Would you cancel all your plans?

I got all the plans, I got all the plans for you

If I take all of these Xans

Would you cancel all your plans?

I got, I got all the plans for you

Yeah


[Verse 1: Young Thug]

(Hee)

I'm swaggin, committee

Young Skooly, ayy, hold it (Hold it)

Them booties, they callin' (Brr)

I fuck 'em, I duck 'em (Yeah)

Hah, I'm swaggin' (Swag)

Young Thugger, I'm bleedin' (Thugger)

Young nigga make it rain for no reason

Hah, hah, hah (Yeah, yeah)

I'm a real beast (Yeah)

Lil bear, big bear (Grr)

Killer, killa

No wolf trap, kidnap (Swoo)


[Chorus: Young Thug]

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah, yeah-yeah (Thugger)

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah)


[Verse 2: Young Thug]

I'm beasting, neck glacial (Thugger)

I'm icy (Agh), a penguin (Hah)

I pop-pop the forty (Yee)

I cut-cut, then snort it (Yee)

Nigga, watch out (Woo), baby, hold up (Woo)

Nigga (Woo), nigga, back up (Ah)

Nigga act up (Woo), you get smacked up (Woo)

Nigga murk you, nigga shot calls (Woo)


[Chorus: Young Thug]

Yeah, yeah-yeah (Hol' it)

Yeah (Hol' it), yeah-yeah (Hol' it)

Yeah (Hol' it), yeah-yeah (Woah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah)


[Verse 3: Young Thug]

That AP, that Rollie 'iantte

Do you see me? Not on me (Nah)

Homie-killer, kill homies (Swea')

You lil' Jabronis know me (Knew it)

Impeccable (Yeah), I'm telling you (Yeah)

I bleed out (Swear), my avenue (Ice)

I promise, ain't tellin' you (Cash)

No story (Why?) I ain't flexing, fool (Swear)

Shawty's something to do (Swear to God)

But I'm doing two (Doing what?)

And I'ma do her too (Swear to God)

Got rich, got rich

Woo (Woo)


[Chorus: Travis Scott]

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah


[Verse 4: Travis Scott]

Okay, I'm rollin', I'm rollin', I'm rollin'

We jetpack that new Jeep, you know that bitch stolen

I had to move on, right, that old shit annoyin'

I been had the fame now, she work at the door an'

I pull up, I cash out, you know that I do

I nail that, I film that, she hate that, it's true

I'm in that, I'm missing, she feeling a way

Some prometh', some 'tanyl, some things I can take

What's happenin'? What's boppin'? What's brackin'? You know

We pull up, we throw sets, we chuck it, then go

We flamers, we flamed up, the side out, kick doors

I'm in that, she winnin', ain't gettin' out windows

I'm poppin' a Xan now, I'm Perc'in', don't vert

If I show your ass, perk out your shirt

With two Xans, you go now, let's wave it, let's do

On one-two, on one-two, you know what to do


[Chorus: Young Thug]

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah, yeah-yeah


[Bridge: Travis Scott]

Won't you come around, yeah

Diamonds in my town, uh

Bad guys in my town, yeah

That right there's my dime, yeah-yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug & Travis Scott]

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah, yeah-yeah


[Post-Chorus: Travis Scott]

X, it takes my pain

I've been inside and jumping

Rat-tat, lose your brain

Paint that bitch right through your brain, yeah-yeah

Yeah, yeah-yeah


[Verse 5: Young Thug]

I got latitude, I was reaching out the avenue

Capture you, beat you bad, nigga, battle you

Snake shit, shoot your chest and shoot your bladder, too

Ape shit, we go monkey, go banana, too

Difference between me and him, is he gon' run from you

And I'm nev' gonna run, I'ma gun at you

Hunnid K for the teeth, got some gum on you

'Cause my wife is too bad, she the bomb on you

Baby, suck that dick until it cum on you

I'ma suck that pussy, put some nut on you

She gon' drawdown with me, got you runnin', too

And just for that, I might put a son in you

Put that thirty piece right in my bomber, too

Quarter milli' Chanel, and she stuntin', too