Yes Indeed lyrics

[Intro: Peewee Roscoe & Young Thug]
Thugger
Ya digg?
Yeah, we got more rings than Michael Jordan
And, um, we ain't shot no jumper
But we have shot a couple n*ggas, you know
You digg?
I digg
Thugger, I digg
Ice on, and I digg
(London on da Track, b*tch)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Y-S-L, we gon' catch a couple bodies
If these n*ggas think we sweet in these streets (yeah, whoa, yeah)
I know I'ma f*ck that b*tch from the bottom to the top
I'ma buy her a brand new watch, n*gga, yes, indeed (yah)
Ayy, yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
You with that same ho, boy
You 'posed to swap out with them b*tches (what?)
If she the truth, you 'posed to show that lil' b*tch riches (you, what?)
They wanna f*ck my b*tch 'cause she fly as a Frisbee (fly as a Frisbee)
I stuffed that pus*y with a broom like a witch (what ya tell 'em?)
Yeah, I'm screamin' yeah like I'm E-40
Yeah, I drank that lean, but I'm not snorin'
Yeah, sing to her like Lil' Corey (what?)
Yeah, I wanna fat baby like Norbit (swoop)
Ooh, she wanna tell me she for real and how she livin', how she feel right now
Ooh, I usually don't give her no head, but I'm so drunk, I'm goin' down
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Y-S-L, we gon' catch a couple bodies
If these n*ggas think we sweet in these streets (hrrrrrat)
(London On Da Track, b*tch)
I know I'ma f*ck that b*tch from the bottom to the top
I'ma buy her a brand new watch, n*gga, yes, indeed
Ayy, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
f*ck that b*tch from the bottom
f*ck that little bitty b*tch from the bottom
I'ma go an' pop my motherf*ckin' collar
I'ma big ol' blood, I'ma pop my bollar
I'ma go shootin' your motherf*ckin' father
And my kids gonna know, "God damn, he was ballin'"
And my partner gon' shoot at your motherf*ckin' partner
Got so much water, I can buy me a dolphin
You can run off with a nickel or a dime, or an ounce
Or a motherf*ckin' bird, n*gga, still get a coffin, yeah
Got a whole dirty bird on a motherf*ckin' fish scale, yeah, no dolphin
I'ma f*ck me a b*tch in the hole, I'm a dog
You ain't a real street n*gga, you ain't took no losses
Why the f*ck your clique ain't talkin' when I catch 'em?
I'ma pop your ass, y'all ain't no ballers (Woo)
I'ma slow it down like I'm on a MARTA bus
And we control this town, boy, ain't no clownin' us
Yeah, these n*ggas some haters, I see 'em frownin' us
Meanwhile, these n*ggas' b*tches love being 'round us
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Y-S-L, we gon' catch a couple bodies
If these n*ggas think we sweet in these streets
(London on da Track, b*tch)
I know I'ma f*ck that b*tch from the bottom to the top
I'ma buy her a brand new watch, n*gga, yes, indeed
Ayy, yeah