Young Thug: Tiny Desk (Home) Concert

I gotta tell you that you die too late, bro.

You go against these people, you gon' die soon.

We out of Italy on the water.

Restoring, man straight, recording, smoking weed.

Smoking dope.

Drinking a little league.

I actually did good.

I ain't drank but a pint this whole tour.

Yeah.

On tour, I don't miss my son's birthday.

It's July the 15th.

Nah, I low-key, like, really see people around pass on boats right now at the window.

It's just, it's just, it just depends how sweet, you know what I'm saying, and that major.

Yeah.

Told the lawyer that my brother ain't going back to prison.

I don't give a fuck if I got to turn that nigga to Jehovah's Witness.

I'm just seeking for God's soul, cause I know something's missing.

Come a day, go sell boxes, and I came from penny pension.

Came out to struggle, nigga, I already had lost a brother, nigga.

Got a fight with a deputy chef, I almost lost my mother, nigga.

And that's funny, like, that's funny, like, my mom had broke up with my dad for having another kid on, and, uh, he had came home one day, and he saw a car in the driveway.

It was an off-duty, an off-duty sheriff that my mom was fucking with, and, uh, they had a few words, and it ended with, um, my dad shooting and ending up in the hospital in the coma, and, uh, yeah, so, fast forward, like, eight years later, my sister had got the fine, and, uh, and they, and they, and they had a family member that was a deputy sheriff, and, um,

My mom had came outside to stop the fight and she had ran and got in the car and pulled off doing that like 60 miles while I ran my mom over.

She had a stroke and shit, but she all right.

Yeah.

I always knew I wasn't going to be gay.

I had to send a picture to my mom's phone when I was like eight.

I always knew that I'd be great.

Because my coach told me I was slow, but I was running at a fast pace.

They trying to divide us and conquer the world with it.

They got a couple of the guys and all of the girls with it.

But I'm a mastermind.

I see right through it.

I see that.

They got a couple of diamonds, but the rest are pearls in it.

They say you're poor because you're black right to your face.

They say where you live, you'll never be able to own that place.

My father said you could change it all with your performance.

And by the way, your life is a Vivi Stone charm.

They take the land and then they take who all could come.

But I tell you, with a long sleeve, I bail on.

I'm high enough to be on a Milky Way tomorrow.

If you want it, you're going to get up earlier than anyone.

If you want it, you're going to get up earlier than anyone.

Put on my socks, grab my clock, the stick under the couch top.

My shoes, you wear flip-flops.

It's top of the top.

RP Nips, you know what I'm saying?

Yeah.

Tiny Desk.

This is the kid, Jeffrey.

Y'all thug.

Name of the song is Drop of Juice.

You know?

Drop of Juice.

Yeah.

I'm smokin', she got it, but not pimpin' I told my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling Drop a body and you wouldn't have to pay for lunch I told my dog I'm ridin', rather he ride or run I done got big to record my life through a drone I told my bitch to stand behind me, I'm in my zone She like, how the fuck you ain't never wrote a song?

Same reason your finance ain't never worth on You ain't ride for life, then I just rather ride along

Bought you a spot, now you don't never gotta go.

Yeah, I told my nigga I'ma drop the jewels on him.

You gotta go through this shit with your heart, you can't snooze on it.

It's bad, you better get rid of it or lose on it.

I know you heard that.

Post ain't about bad fruit, homie.

If you can't beat him, knock it out of him.

If you don't kill him, that'll be slapping.

I told my daughter, keep one in her head.

She ain't got to cock it.

I told my son, if he wanted to live, he might catch a body.

I told my son, he ain't a cheerleader, but might got to catch a body.

His driver named Joe, but he still can't do a slapping.

I just hopped up out that Ghost.

I've been driving a dead body.

I ain't really into nothing, but I spin it like a hobby.

I was locked inside the trap.

Didn't think about it, but I got out it.

Now my cars and clothes exotic.

Ain't 6ix9ine but two hoes with me right now.

You can call me shawty.

I've been dropping all my Vicks and now the FBI won't stop me.

Got this shit on childlike talkies, Nick.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ain't no more reminiscing.

Ain't no more judging, no intuition.

I'm smokin' scotty but not pimpin' Told my son how to stack that shit to the set, man Yeah, they complimentin' my new Rolls-Royce TV in the front of that motherfucker like a tour bus Spirit of ecstasy got me feelin' so blessed, you see I told my bitch I was about to go shoot up Trista Tree Half a million dollars on my dogs and all my cars Couple millions to my mama and my pa

Got the sniper on the roof of niggas trying to act hard.

I just bought a brand new coupe and it's a black Jaguar.

Matt Black, old Trans Am.

Thank you, ma'am.

We gon' make us a porn star video.

New cam, I just came up watching my pop gamma.

My food stamps, I just cause cramps.

I don't go back and forth with tramps.

Baby, we stamp.

Just for that, I'ma call you ma'am with the T-Rex I just gave my daddy the cam, I got the sheets wet Pick that little bitch up, then I slam her like I'm from BX Then I fold her up like a creme, yeah It was dark, then I came to the light I was pouring down my door so sorry I don't know how to make it right, right

Got four Berkins for you, keep it light, light.

I don't care about you leaving me.

I got no time to try to make it right.

I just hope you find another life.

Won't pick you up if you ever fall, right?

Show me that I'm done.

I'm finished here, but still no fear.

Ain't no more reminiscing.

Ain't no more judging, no intuition.

The name of this song is simply, don't hate me, hate the gang.

Yeah.

I fucked her the first night and then I never called again It's time for y'all to see me, I was riding with a friend This alligator, Kelly, not the Stacey, please Do not hate me, hate the game, baby Do not hate me, hate the game, baby Do not hate me, hate the game, baby I bought the Lamborghini and she 80 All this water on my sleeves, I need a jet ski Hopped off a Delta to a private jet

Then I shot his neck Green face, AP, I'm bout to call it straight Throw me a betty, then I caught the catch How you gonna hate the game and hate me?

Lot of flow and misconceptions, where they be?

I done came back from the desk, wiped off the knees I don't want none of these shots from off the streets I fucked her the first night, and then I never called again It's time to shout and see me, I was crying with a friend This alligator killer

Do not hate me, hate the game, baby Do not hate me, hate the game, baby

This song is called Tick Tock.

And this is what we transform and go the fuck up on niggas.

Smoke out that bag too big for a sec.

Do you see a baby have gone out of bag?

Shot a little jet like a two-year-old brat.

A jet like a wreck of your stretch.

Y'all niggas rats, dispatch.

I got four blacks, Kit-Kat, dick in the back.

I'm dead.

Plan where you from?

Talk about the trenches.

I came out the trenches.

I came from the roaches.

I came from the ridges.

I'm from where they call you a rat if you snitching.

I came from the same damn street as the pimpers.

We ride by them jackets.

We sleep with them bitches.

Y'all niggas came from nothing.

They'll give up his kidney.

but St. Lawrence still trying to season this isn't.

Niggas say, how do you keep up with me and my niggas?

I'm straight out the trenches.

Niggas say, let go of them bitches.

I'm treating them right and we granting they witches.

I was a capo in my hood.

Wait for a plaque or a mention.

He could get hit with dispension.

Shot for the phone, but I missed it.

Yeah, tick-tock, tick-tock, tens.

Shots to your side like tick-tock.

When I bite out of my bitch, it come with a big rock.

Do you want to know how it is?

When you a big dog, you might got to take the assist.

Let your dog get the big shot.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick.

Shots to your side like tick-tock.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

When I bite out of my bitch, it come with a big rock.

Do you want to know how it is?

When you a big dog, you might got to take the assist.

Let your dog get the big shot.

Yeah, the name of this song is Ski.

I'm joined by my brother Travis Barker.

Thank you, GOAT.

The price I want for a show, you gon' need three promoters.

I got the body from Jim Ellis, but I had switched the motors.

I got these bad-ass bitches right around this bitch, and they all the coldest.

I just told her, make her stone run.

I just bought all the trojans.

I told her, stab my mix.

I told her, stop telling that thing she seen, and told her, meet me at the Ritz.

I got baguettes in the back of my ring, and I ain't trying to hit.

I told her, she got to run through the team before she can talk to the lit.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Bitch got a backwood on hot nights and she might be fucking with Gunna.

I fuck with slacks and we gonna eat racks and I came with some fucking piranhas, yeah.