Let’s be real—Young Thug’s raps are hard to understand. You saw the struggle with “Lifestyle.”
Now, hip-hop heads (or any human with ears) are straining their brains to make sense of his blah blah blah on his latest project Barter 6. After sitting through the Barter 6 one time and keeping RapGenius out of our Googles, we jotted down all the lines that didn’t sound like ???????. Here’s what we were left with.
“Constantly Hating”
I’m a beast, I’m a beast, I’m a monster
I heard I put it in her spot, that’s what she told me
I heard my NOLA niggas not friendly/ But we not friendly either/ No way
Would you stand up to ’em or turn into a pussy nigga?
Nigga I’m a crack addict
Drop that nigga like a bad habit
I ain’t even lyin’ baby, I swear to God I ain’t lyin’ baby
“With That”
Pull up on the curb, hop out and do it
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“Can’t Tell”
Niggas say they fuck with you, can’t tell
I got a hunnid thou worth in belts
I might shoot you in your head and there is no more thinking
Listen boy I’ll leave you dead and call it “Dedication”
Every time I need surgery, I call her my head doctor
“Check”
If I need some racks, Ima float me some packs
They want cheese on that dick
They won’t snitch on that dick
Ima feast that lil’ bitch
Bitch I’m a migo, I play with kilo
When I put ice on, I feel so zero
Got me a check, I gotta check
“Never Had It”
Pussy niggas acting like they never had shit
All these bitches acting like they never had shit
I got a rap bitch sayin that she always had shit
Catch a nigga slippin, Ima do him nasty
Check out my attire this expensive fabric
My kush that I’m smoking blow ya lungs up
What goes up, comes down, my nigga, know the South
These niggas thought they knew, well they know now
Suck that dick good, I’m the mothafuckin’ warden
She don’t wanna swallow so I put it on her neck
I only buy it if it’s dank
I got a gangsta bitch that’s gon’ bang
I got racks up, can’t complain
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“Dream”
Pull in with my dogs like Michael Vick
I want you to talk to the hand while I talk to bands
Don’t care if you crip, you still fam
“Dome”
My girl like what’s going on with her
She suck and put me in a coma
I left that bitch on my sofa
Beyoncé, bitch, I’m a bumble bee
“Halftime”
Hit the streets and tear that bitch up like I’m Willie B
I own the ROC like Jay Z
Got a hunnid million flat, like my mothafuckin’ idol
Every time I dress myself, that shit go viral
Fuck her on the 10,000 dollar bed
I might show the racks and tease the bitch
I might want her but don’t need the bitch
I just want the neck like a giraffe
No I’m not gay, I fuck bitches on bitches
“Amazing”
Gotdamn who let rats in the house?
We roll that kushy up, still waiting on that Bentley truck
I’m making your old lady shake it, she suck it too slow I’m impatient
I am so tired of these niggas man, I am so tired of these bitches
I might fuck that little bitch in the morning
I wanna make some money the right way
Party with a couple foreign freaks
I might just rock this bitch tonight
“Knocked Off”
I’m gon beat that pussy up just like a champion
Told my baby it’s February-ary, we married
Laughing at these pussy niggas, it’s hilarious
I’m not gon’ pass, I’m gon’ smash it
Good head, she got her Master’s
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“OD”
I think I’m ODing on drugs
Nigga I started a fight outside the club
Never switched up on my brew, I’m not a dub
I’m tired of these streets
RIP Mike Brown, fuck the COPS
No baby but I wipe it, I kiss it and goodnight it
Knuck if you buck for my partner
You’re my mothafuckin partner in crime, baby
Keyshia, I do it for you
I take care of my kids no matter what else I do
Now they dealing with bad bitches and they know they happy
“Numbers”
Yes I’m the realest nigga inside the A
I’m doing numbers
I got bands in the Bando
Young thugger got the munchies
I’m chasing dreams, free Meek Milly
M.O. for these pussy mothafuckas
“Just Might Be”
Baby you know that I might be the realest nigga you ever gon’ see
Baby you know that I might be the trillest lil’ nigga that you wanna be
Baby you know that I might be the richest nigga you ever gon’ treat
And you know that I might just scoop that bitch off her feet
All these bitches don’t wanna be cheated on but they go and cheat
I’m drinking on that mothafuckin’ mud
I’ll make bail in the first 48
You know my diamonds got no flaws
Mama moved from 80 to 85 south
Lying on me, telling on me to the boy like Osama