Hercules Lyrics - I'm Up - Young Thug

Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro 

Metro! 

Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro 

And what? 

Metro Boomin want some more, nigga 

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 fuckin' martians, woah 

In a foreign, yesterday I was just walkin', woah 

Left my baby mama, now my bitch a Barbie, woah 

All red Dickies suit, I'm ridin' down Slauson, woah 

Hercu-Hercules 

Hercu-Hercules 

Hercu-Hercules 

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Hercu-Hercules 

I smoke gas, that's that Hercules, strong marijuana 

She looked at him, oh now she watchin' me 

Bitch I'm speedin' to that guapanese 

I was stackin' money up, no, I can't forget the T 

Drop the top, shoot birds at the officers 

Fuck them boys, they costin' us, they stalkin' us 

They know they old lady not runnin', they'll fall for us 

We so tired of takin' loses, ain't no more chalkin' up 

I swear, I promise 

YSL on ape and they donkeys 

These niggas pointless 

They want me 

I'm still a stoner, mac and cheese on me 

These niggas clone me, I'm full, but I'm still hungry 

Hey when the click clock, I'll make your bitch stop 

Ice Inside my tick tock, cookies, no 

Photos 

I just bought a Cuban link, flooded with big rocks 

Bitches trying to juug at me? Well, I gotta get us up, woah shit 

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 fuckin' martians, woah 

In a foreign, yesterday I was just walkin', woah 

Left my baby mama, now my bitch a Barbie, woah 

All red Dickies suit, I'm ridin' down Slauson, woah 

Hercu-Hercules 

Hercu-Hercules 

Hercu-Hercules 

Hercu-Hercules 

Okay first of all, I was doin' 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 hatin' on me 

They took ya life and I know some fuck niggas waitin' 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 shinin', 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 

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 fuckin' martians, woah 

In a foreign, yesterday I was just walkin', woah 

Left my baby mama, now my bitch a Barbie, woah 

All red Dickies suit, I'm ridin' down Slauson, woah 

Hercu-Hercules 

Hercu-Hercules 

Hercu-Hercules 

Hercu-Hercules.