Released: April 6, 2016
Songwriter: Aristos Petrou Scott Arceneaux Jr. Germ
Producer: Budd Dwyer
[Verse 1: $LICK $LOTH]
Aye $lick, it's yo conscience
See you buildin' up violence, you itchin' to murder
Itchin' to murk 'em
You know what I gotta say, "kill 'em all and get locked away"
Kill yourself and just end this pain, you gon' burn in hell anyway
Fuck the preachers and what they say
Grip the A to the K, and then let it spray
Grip the MAC, grrat! And just go insane
Grab that bitch, fuck her once, and don't ever call
Get that money, then you say, "fuck 'em we ball"
They don't want you to win, just always fall
But I'm tourin' for spring, summer, and the fall
Wake up and pop me a Adderall
Wake up and pop me two Adderall
Got the sticks, and we don't let that ladder fall
[Verse 2: 7TH WARD LORD]
Back in New Orleans
Back in the rat trap, always stormin' in the springtime
7th Ward in the storm like a bathtub below a plug with the chord in
Looking gorgeous when lightning strikes, don't let the whore in
Bitch, I'm recording, red light
Ruby with a groupie when he tourin' in the foreign
But when he in the 7th, the Lonely Lord is reborn into his final form
Heart stops like a red light
Lead pipe, bash in my skull
Smoke a rock of crack, glass in my gallbladder
Cock it back, headlights
Eye contacts very important when you drivin' around in the storm
Ridin' in a Corvette in the 7th Ward, with the 7th Ward Lord (Uh)
The blood has been poured on the mud
Now we gorge on the flood, lit the torch with the rub, yeah
[Verse 3: Germ]
Ran up on ya, drugging
Slowly shovin' percys in my mouth
Told you, "I'm losing it!"
Clutching the chopper, bitch, ready to eat some shit
Catch me in traffic swervin', chuggin' 40's and bad decisions
Packs of bitches, fuck, I love 'em
Fuck 'em, duck 'em
Bitch, I'm runnin' through bodies of oppositions
Taking my position is not existent, bitch, I do this
Ruler of the Misfits
Kickin' shit over, out of order
Lurkin' Northshore's shadiest
Droppin' bombs where your city is
Respect for nobody, no fair ones I'm calling it now
Not fucking 'round with loaded hammer
I load the Trey-Five-Seven, let you lay long underground
Whippin' the Rover in Boulder
I'm smokin' the finest
While your high school sweetheart handle my pipe like a thief in the night
[Outro: Young Thug]
I'm a thief in the night
I'm a thief in the night
I'm a thief in the night
I'm a thief in the night
Aye $lick, it's yo conscience
See you buildin' up violence, you itchin' to murder
Itchin' to murk 'em
You know what I gotta say, "kill 'em all and get locked away"
Kill yourself and just end this pain, you gon' burn in hell anyway
Fuck the preachers and what they say
Grip the A to the K, and then let it spray
Grip the MAC, grrat! And just go insane
Grab that bitch, fuck her once, and don't ever call
Get that money, then you say, "fuck 'em we ball"
They don't want you to win, just always fall
But I'm tourin' for spring, summer, and the fall
Wake up and pop me a Adderall
Wake up and pop me two Adderall
Got the sticks, and we don't let that ladder fall
[Verse 2: 7TH WARD LORD]
Back in New Orleans
Back in the rat trap, always stormin' in the springtime
7th Ward in the storm like a bathtub below a plug with the chord in
Looking gorgeous when lightning strikes, don't let the whore in
Bitch, I'm recording, red light
Ruby with a groupie when he tourin' in the foreign
But when he in the 7th, the Lonely Lord is reborn into his final form
Heart stops like a red light
Lead pipe, bash in my skull
Smoke a rock of crack, glass in my gallbladder
Cock it back, headlights
Eye contacts very important when you drivin' around in the storm
Ridin' in a Corvette in the 7th Ward, with the 7th Ward Lord (Uh)
The blood has been poured on the mud
Now we gorge on the flood, lit the torch with the rub, yeah
[Verse 3: Germ]
Ran up on ya, drugging
Slowly shovin' percys in my mouth
Told you, "I'm losing it!"
Clutching the chopper, bitch, ready to eat some shit
Catch me in traffic swervin', chuggin' 40's and bad decisions
Packs of bitches, fuck, I love 'em
Fuck 'em, duck 'em
Bitch, I'm runnin' through bodies of oppositions
Taking my position is not existent, bitch, I do this
Ruler of the Misfits
Kickin' shit over, out of order
Lurkin' Northshore's shadiest
Droppin' bombs where your city is
Respect for nobody, no fair ones I'm calling it now
Not fucking 'round with loaded hammer
I load the Trey-Five-Seven, let you lay long underground
Whippin' the Rover in Boulder
I'm smokin' the finest
While your high school sweetheart handle my pipe like a thief in the night
[Outro: Young Thug]
I'm a thief in the night
I'm a thief in the night
I'm a thief in the night
I'm a thief in the night
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