Figure Me Out lyrics

by

Young Thug



[Intro]
Let's get it

[Chorus]
Ramen noodles on my spare time
n*ggas at my neck, they want my hairline
f*ck them n*ggas ducking ducking, bail time
Bet another million right at halftime
You my lil’ brother, n*gga, what's yours is mine
You ain't got no Rollie, then you can hold mine
I’ll take the bean and I let her snort lines
It's gettin' dark lil' boy, it's Porsche time
Figure me out, n*ggas tryna figure me out
I got a K in the couch
Piped her up, red bottoms whenever she walk, ayy
You bet' not trigger me off
Short red like hot sauce
Fly her to the moon, yeah
I just wanna fly her to the moon when we want (Hey!)

[Verse 1]
Bands on my muhf*ckin' toes
All four pockets f*ckin' swole
Pocket rocket, it’s a four-four
And you know I’m shootin' at y’all folks
c*ck it back and shoot at everybody, yeah
Murder, murder, murder, Irv Gotti, yeah
Slim Shady colors in my pocket, yeah
Over-colored card in my wallet, yeah (Black card)
I ain't playin' 'round with you
Let that chopper ring like a f*ckin’ side kicker
I just found a pill and it's a Penicillin (What you did?)
f*ck it, pop that b*tch like it's a Roxy, n*gga
f*ck it man, I know like a psychic, n*gga
Skin on my clothes, I'm a python, n*gga
Yeah, I'm too rich, I can't hit a n*gga
f*ck it, I might go off I'm a pilgrim, n*gga
f*ck it all my hoes from the villa, n*gga
f*ck it all my hoes, they bout trill as n*ggas
Put it on some fours lose the ceiling, n*gga
Wipe a n*gga nose for the thrill, lil' n*gga
Anything goes in the village, n*gga
And you know my bros gotta peal a n*gga
And you know the hoes in the VIP, lil' n*gga
Birkin bag clothes in the quilt, lil' n*gga
[Chorus]
Ramen noodles on my spare time
n*ggas at my neck, they want my hairline
f*ck them n*ggas ducking ducking, bail time
Bet another million right at halftime
You my lil' brother, n*gga, what's yours is mine
You ain't got no Rollie, then you can hold mine
I'll take the bean and I let her snort lines
It's gettin' dark lil' boy, it's Porsche time
Figure me out, n*ggas tryna figure me out
I got a K in the couch
Piped her up, red bottoms whenever she walk, ayy
You bet' not trigger me off
Short red like hot sauce
Fly her to the moon, yeah
I just wanna fly her to the moon when we want (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Bust a n*gga wi-nig (Wig)
Close range with the si-nig (SIG)
Baby chopper bullets in the FN
Army Navy bullets in the FN
Stop playin' 'round for you get dealt with
Got 'em on the shade room steppin'
Put it on her face, I don't do the kept-in
Ayy, jewelry water, Michael Phelps, step in
Today I got a lot of bracelets on one arm
They different colors, rose gold, white and orange
The pus*y sweet like a piece of candy corn
She look unique but better with no panties on
They left me in the wood, I got my scavenge on
I keep some green on me, gettin' my salad on
I'm drinkin' lean b*tches, get the caviar
You stayed down man, you get the baddest car
My n*ggas said they rollin' for days
He been done got the Rolls and your late
They whip the white, toothpaste
Play, we put it on your head, toupee
Smoke 'em man, we proceed, new day
Old hunnids and they wrinkled like a shar pei
"I want gushy pus*y" what my log say
Bag by Chanel, double C's all day
[Chorus]
Ramen noodles on my spare time
n*ggas at my neck, they want my hairline
f*ck them n*ggas ducking ducking, bail time
Bet another million right at halftime
You my lil' brother, n*gga, what's yours is mine
You ain't got no Rollie, then you can hold mine
I'll take the bean and I let her snort lines
It's gettin' dark lil' boy, it's Porsche time
Figure me out, n*ggas tryna figure me out
I got a K in the couch
Piped her up, red bottoms whenever she walk, ayy
You bet' not trigger me off
Short red like hot sauce
Fly her to the moon, yeah
I just wanna fly her to the moon when we want
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