Young Thug So Much Fun Album: 20 of the Best Lyrics
For the better part of the last decade, Young Thug has captivated rap fans with a consistent stream of releases, including mixtapes, EPs, guest spots and collaborative projects. However, despite his stature as one of the most electrifying artists in the game, one accomplishment missing from his résumé was an official studio album. That is until now, as Thugger celebrates his birthday by unleashing his debut album, So Much Fun, a collection of songs that capture the Atlanta native at the height of his powers.
His first full-length release of 2019, So Much Fun finds Young Thug phoning in an all-star cast of guests. J. Cole produces and guests on the lead single, "The London," alongside Travis Scott. Elsewhere, contributions come in from Future, 21 Savage, Lil Uzi Vert, Lil Baby, Juice Wrld, Gunna, Quavo, Doe Boy, Lil Duke and Lil Keed. In terms of production, Thugger pulls out all of the stops, with a lineup of boardsmen that includes ATL Jacob, DJ Durel, DY Krazy, Mustard, Nick Mira, Nils, Pi’erre Bourne, Prezzley P., PyrexTurnMeUp, Southside, Supah Mario, TM88, T-Minus and Wheezy.
Now that Thugger's long-awaited debut album has finally been liberated, XXL celebrates the occasion by highlighting 20 of the best lyrics on So Much Fun.
"Put it in a Uber, send it to a shooter/Ask me how they do it, kickin' shit, Ryu, Ken/Put it in a cab, send it to a Arab/Hit 'em with the MAC now, now his whole body scabbed/Cash on the delivery/G.O.A.T. talk of the century/No time for gibberish, all the critics hearin' this/All the bitches lipstick, and her pussy slippery" —Young Thug
"I don't gotta throw you shit like Kaepernick, nah/I got seven bitches with me, Kaepernick/Yeah, R.I.P. Nipsey, I can tell you how they get rich/I can tell you how to die or how to live in this bitch/I can tell you how to talk the most impeccable shit/I can show you how to walk like you got decimals, bitch/Show you how I can get the top from all the top 10 bitches/I got white Adderalls and I have amoxicillin" —Young Thug
"Such a player but I cake and cuddle all of my bitches/I got layers, I got millions, I got all type of buildings/Fuck around and air the pussy nigga out like linen/Last nigga tried me, almost got popped in Lenox/Ask the cops, ask the detectives, they know all the business/Ask the cops and the detectives, all the jury districts/Ask the kids at school who ambitious, all the missions/Gave the lawyer close to two mil', he handle all the killings" —Young Thug
"Red wings, red bottoms, I'm a fuckin' devil/20 tennis chains on, not no Ric Flair medal/I done gotta run it back, you heard what Gunna tell 'em/Put my diamonds in a bowl, that look like Fruity Pebbles" —Young Thug
"Yes it's paid for, it's pretty and classy/You look way, way, more idiot than your crushes/I see, I see, I got baddies in my custody/I been chewin' on that chewy and this ecstasy/I been kickin', bitch, and drippin' Louis quilt/Hundred Percocets, I took like four or five off the rip/My dick hard bitch, come get after it" —Young Thug
"Rockin' the boat full of meth, ceramic van, yeah/Better pop at his mans, yeah/Man, I never relax, yeah/Yeah, I took the top off the coupe and skrt off on they ass/And that's what it was, ooh/I told the judge, 'Mothafuck a subpoena/You know I been sippin' on mud,' yeah/I'm in the back with the killers, don't try that/My niggas gon' take all your mud, yeah" —Young Thug
"Cartier eye/I'm the bossman in a suit but no tie/I can't be sober, I gotta stay high/Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry/Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde/Don't worry, baby, I keep me some fire/Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide/The latest Mercedes, it goes through surprise/Don't sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize" —Gunna
"The Cartier frames are flooded/I look at the Bentley Mulsanne with my mama/Lil' shawty, lil' shawty, she bustin'/Lil' shawty gon' fuck her a rich nigga, pants off/Where is the chicken? Go right back to Popeye's/Gotta give it the Pedro/Light-skinned bitch with a dark side/But I'll never go fuck up with bae, though" —Young Thug
"I had a lock with a latch to see who break in, it just was a test, ah/Virgil was sending me drip just to see if I like it or rockin' with it/There go lil' mama, I don't wanna fuck her, she burnin', she trippin'/I'm wavy, goddamn/Niggas want smoke with the slatt, we can meet in the kitchen/I'm burnin' the ham" —Young Thug
"Rich nigga shit, I bought my thottie a new Patek/Got a model, got a thickie, got a BM, got a stallion/Got a billion dollar corporation, fuck a Xanny/I got millions to go get and a couple bitches to- uh, yeah/You my dawg 'til we dead, not a question/But I can't fuck with you like I want 'cause you ratted/Got a million dollars in the wall, in the Bentley/Got a step down, got it hard, got it cracking on her" —Young Thug
"Paper tag, peanut butter seats, I'm ridin'/I be in the foreign, I fuck with slime, we tatted/Different color Diors on my feet, I couldn't decide one/Never tap the baddest, she done make that set my side bitch/Trash bag gang, I can put that on the logic/Street shows me, I ain't never had to sign up/Then we havin' bitches in the group, I make 'em line up/Beep, beep, beep, that's me, nigga, get back" —Lil Baby
"Diamonds on me wetter than a tub/Shoppin' every day 'cause we used to be fucked up/Keep a yellow Cinderella on the tuck/YYB's on, ain't no way I'm givin' up/Different color diamonds on me, bitch, I'm dead wrong/And my bitch in Saudi Arabia, but her redbone/I got money, niggas doubted, now I'm mad on/Ayy, I got Rollie-Pollies on my two-tone" —Young Thug
"I keep exotic drinks and juices by the crates/She put my cum in her cup like it was shake/I'll never fuck this bitch again, it was a mistake/I'm Teletubby, diamonds green, blue, white, and grape/I can afford these black diamonds like a spade/I might overdue the city with a maid/I got riches and I guard 'em like the Navy/Pin it up and let me drink it like you're naked" —Young Thug
"Drip, drip, no shoestring my sneaker, won't trip/My jeans is so tight they don't fit/Still walk around with a stick on my hip/VVS diamonds right behind my lip/Don't walk with less than 50 on my wrist/Diamonds so cold on my neck, it got me sick/Raf Simons, mix it up with the Rick" —Lil Uzi Vert
"I'm booked up in Beverly Hills, but it was in sushi, ooh/I couldn't afford her, that she was way better at Hooters, ooh/I gave her .40, took brand new AK to a shooter/I can get a nigga ass smoked for a bowl of noodles" —Young Thug
"Big baguettes on my necklace, it make lil' mama come and pamper me/I be with my brodie 'cause he won't let nothin' happen to me/I don't want your baby girl, you're nothing but a scam to me/I been ballin' on niggas like D. Wade and they can't handle me" —Young Thug
"Straight up out the 6, I don't talk, I just fire/Book me for a show, I put a Glock on my rider/Niggas clout chasing, they don't want smoke, they wanna go viral/I just cooked the opp block in a deep fryer/We don't go back and forth, dawg, we really shootin' shit/Y'all riding 'round like killers, nigga, who the fuck you hit?/She let me nut in her jaw, I would've hit raw, but she ain't have walls/This ain't middle school, when you sucking on me, please include the balls" —21 Savage
"I can tiptoe in her pussy like a Loub, Chanel/Harriet Tubman $20s, weigh 'em up on the scale/Hand under her ass, caught her like Odell/All my hoes get Rollie Pollies, mines up on the shelf/Kicked out the hotel, we smoking gas, who else, nigga?/Flooded belt buckle like a wrestler, yes, nigga/Better not try to tell me what you seen a nigga doin'/She not fuckin' with me, then her life is probably ruined" —Young Thug
"Clear water on her neck, nigga, don't see the shark/Back to back, double R trucks, no key to park it/Name the location, we mark it/We gotta move the smartest/I got a K in my office/You ever seen a carcass?/Growed up to be an arsoner/Breathin' out fire, like oxygen/McLaren, it came equipped/Pressin' the gas, and exhaust the whip" —Quavo
"I just did a weekend jet, and I caught me three new bitches/Before you knew Dapper Dan, bitch I was grandpa drippin'/I had a million dollars stashed away, in a spot on the Westside/I bulletproofed the whole car, the stickers on the windows and all of the tires/I gave a million dollars to my dawg, now a nigga worldwide/Yeah, I gotta collar on my hoes/I'm puttin' diamonds on her toes/Nigga, we came from cookin' noodles on the stove" —Young Thug