Smash Lyrics - Young Thug

[Intro: Young Thug] 

Ayy man, I went on Instagram, man, my mothafuckin' boy, man, he up there in Boston, shawty. I'm talkin' 'bout man, nigga got a whole see-through elevator. You know when you wanna go down, downward or upward? You know, he get the chance to really see that. Know what I'm sayin'? Wires and everything, forreal. (Thugger, Thugger!) Glass top elevator! Woo, woo! 

We got London on da Track! 

[Chorus: Young Thug] 

We smash on the city, yeah you know it (yeah, you know it) 

We gon' smash on these bitches, yeah you know it 

Flex up on 'em pussy niggas bad, boy 

Crispy hunnids, take your time, count it slow 

I'm doin' the thang, I got it bad 

I make it rain, we thunder bad 

I change the weather, they forecast it 

I'm back to facts, no more dabbin' 

No more fightin', no more strappin' 

No more dabbin', no more trappin' 

No more cappin', no more lackin' 

No more raggin', no more naggin' (Thugger, Thugger) 

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[Verse 1: Young Thug] 

We goin' brazy, break the internet (hey) 

We goin' brazy, break the internet 

We Rolls Rizzle, the all white, hey 

We catch your bitch, we take a flight, wait 

The Rollie red like a beam 

Fuck your dream and your team, huh 

You play with anybody 

Turn your shirt to my skin 

Hey, we drip on anybody 

Get it kicked off the team 

Yeah, we richer than everybody 

At least that's what it seems 

Nigga know we dippin', dabbin' 

We spit off fire like a dragon 

We beat it, beat it with a cannon 

That poom-poom look the baddest 

My ho from Dallas like a Maverick 

Go to Africa to get some karats 

Make her call 'em, it's no karats 

Fight 'em all, nigga jabbin' 

Cover your face, go to wildin' 

Take your whole family to an island 

Shoot him in his back, Ricky Bobby 

Now I know you get the picture 

I want you to stop all the violence 

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[Chorus: Young Thug] 

We smash on the city, yeah you know it (yeah, you know it) 

We gon' smash on these bitches, yeah you know it 

Flex up on 'em pussy niggas bad, boy 

Crispy hunnids, take your time, count it slow 

I'm doin' the thang, I got it bad 

I make it rain, we thunder bad 

I change the weather, they forecast it 

I'm back to facts, no more dabbin' 

No more fightin', no more strappin' 

No more dabbin', no more trappin' 

No more caddin', no more lackin' 

No more raggin', no more naggin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)