Young Thug's video: Young Thug - Mad Dog Official Lyric Video

The official lyric video for Young Thug's "Mad Dog" from his album 'BUSINESS IS BUSINESS' - Out Now! Stream 'BUSINESS IS BUSINESS' on all platforms: http://youngthug.ffm.to/businessisbusiness Follow Young Thug http://www.twitter.com/youngthug​ http://instagram.com/thuggerthugger1​ http://www.facebook.com/youngthugmusic ℗ 2023 Young Stoner Life Records exclusively distributed by 300 Entertainment/Atlantic Records Yeah Metro Thuggin Long overdue No Cap No Bap, Slatt I don’t care nothing about this superstardom shit on God Chorus Maserati skrrt mash off Throw some tint on get some rims drink some mad dog Richer than I ever been I don’t wanna know no cost I told my bitch if she dont win the imma drop her off I’ll knock her friend out the park but aint top golf I’m loving the pop off (Loving it) I put the suede on the head The seats are hot sauce Spend a few racks and they mad Yeah I’m a top dog Got two maybachs the one with the lid (on god) And the one with the top off (on god) Verse 1 Now if you look up under my wrist you’ll see a bunch of racks Got big baguettes on my neck and i got my hoochie back Like donald trump on my account I got my billions up (swear) First thing i did was make sure that my whole family up Spotted a helicopter and i swerve off on the block This is a lambo it just can't go up to any shop (skrrt) I’m never stopping and I keep a big ol M tucked (on god) I showed her Dr. Miami now she got her titties and her tummy tucked Pour ohh drank til we throw up Woah woah, let's go up on these drugs Woah woah baby girl I don’t know her Would she let me fuck her I got money I just wanna fuck her Caramel skin I make her supper Drank a four or a six everytime I pour out the syrup Suck a nigga dick and you can get ya a purse Chorus Maserati skrrt mash off (hey) Throw some tint on get some rims drink some mad dog (lets go) Richer than I ever been I don’t wanna know no cost I told my bitch if she don't win then imma drop her off (swear) I’ll knock her friend out the park but aint Top Golf I’m loving the pop off I put the suede on the head The seats are hot sauce (woo!) Spend a few racks and they mad Yeah I’m a top dog Got two maybachs the one with the lid And the one with the top off Verse 2 Tell me what you see when you just see a nigga like me Tell me what you see when you could see a nigga like me Tell me what you thinking when you think a nigga like me Tell me how you balance when you planking on a milli I’m happy about you Baby tell me how you been And I, just wanna tell you that I miss the way you Suck it, fuck it, lovin’ Me and my buddies, cousins, yeah yeah Baby pop that pussy I just want exotic weed Biscotti and cookies I just print a thousand sheets of paper then I kush it (swear) Used to have a thousand pieces of mud on my hoodie (woo!) Now i keep a hundred thousand large in my hoodie (woo!) And I still got a thousand bitches yeah Ain't ashamed to tell you that I got her out of tootsies She’s snorting Machine Gun Kelly, she got a machine gun with thousands of bullet Chorus Maserati skrrt mash off (hey!) Throw some tint on get some rims drink some mad dog (lets go!) Richer than I ever been I don’t wanna know no cost I told my bitch if she don't win then imma drop her off (swear) I’ll knock her friend out the park but aint Top Golf I’m loving the pop off I put the suede on the head (where) The seats are hot sauce (woo!) Spend a few racks and they mad Yeah I’m a top dog Got two maybachs the one with the lid (man what) And the one with the top off (on god)