Lyrics Young Thug – Hercules

Intro:
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
Metro!
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro

Chorus:
Sick
Shoot him in his back like Ricky but not Slick
Spent like 7 bands on a tri-colored pit
All my signs red like a stop, nigga no pit
Blow the purple, nigga, high like fucking martians, woah
In a foreign, yesterday I was just walking, woah
Left my baby mama, now my bitch a Barbie, woah
All red dickies suit, I’m riding down Slauson, woah
Hercu-Hercules
Hercu-Hercules
Hercu-Hercules
Hercu-Hercules

Verse 1:
I smoke gas, that’s that Hercules, strong marijuana
She looked at him, oh now she watching me
Bitch I’m speeding to that guapanese
I was stacking money up, no, I can’t forget the T
Drop the top, shoot birds at the officers
Fuck them boys, they costing us, they stalking us
They know they old lady not running, they’ll fall for us
We so tired of taking loses, ain’t no more chalking up
I swear, I promise
YSL on ape and they donkeys

Chorus

Verse 2:
Okay first of all, I was doing 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 seed
Double D, you dig? No firework, it was lit
If there’s a fuck nigga was hating on me
They took ya life and I know some fuck niggas waiting on it
I grab that TEC, I grab that 40 and the F&N
Then we pulled up and hit the spot, yeah we laid it on em
Anaconda, we on that slime stuff, here to remind ya
Fucked your old lady, she wasn’t fly enough
YSL, we shining, 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 a burrito and he let em fly right to me
Bitches call me Casino cause I let em ride round the city
She want bingo kilo no sweat, now she can ride in a Bentley

Chorus