In the past week, Atlanta's leading weirdo, Young Thug, has popped up on a mixtape by DJ Iceberg, a new track with Bloody Jay, the new Migos mixtape, a ridiculously enjoyable joint mixtape with Gucci Mane, and now a solo track called "Eww." Of all the rest of his recent output, this one feels most likely to blow up in the way that his previous singles "Stoner" and "Danny Glover" have. Stream it above, and check out the lyrics below.
Beginning the song by stating the obvious ("I'm high right now"), Thugga then launches into lyrics that seem fit for a rap battle -- that is, a rap battle between very intelligent and irreverent schoolchildren. Whether he's name-dropping Tigger, Elmo or Pinky and the Brain, recycling a "suck my pickle for a nickel" joke that I haven't heard since age 11, or crafting a chorus out the wholly juvenile word "eww," Young Thug sounds like the "problem child" of your kindergarten class smoking weed for the first time and discovering that he's a prodigious rapper.
The song's fantastic beat comes from 808 Mafia's TM88 and Southside, who contrast goofy electronic blips with truly grimy bass tones. "Eww" is another hyper-quotable track from one of the most hyperactive rappers in recent memory, and you'll probably be hearing it a lot this summer.
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Young Thug "Eww" lyrics:
What you gonna do when I pull up on you nigga?
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
Pussy nigga know that he a cat like Tigger
For sure, for sure
Beat the pussy nigga with the baseball bat
Pull up with them F&Ns coming out the hatch
Pussy mother fucker scared to say it to my front
So I'm blowin' out his back
One me to deliver make a nigga reconsider
Bands in my pants got me lookin' a little bigger
Red just like Elmo but I never fuckin' giggle
You can suck my pickle for a nickel
[Hook: Young Thug]
Eww eww eww
Eww eww eww, eww
How many niggas standin' around you would die for you?
Wouldn't I be a funny muthafucka sprayin' at them niggas on they four wheelers
Honestly, truthfully told, YSL won't fold
Nigga sell dope from the balcony walk into the house and change clothes
YSL wipe a nigga nose
We don't give a damn if it's indoors or outdoors
We gotta have that, gon' grab that
Nigga go and stab that, smack that shit
Every day I keep the bands on me, I'm a lick
If a nigga think I'm sweet then his tongue gettin' split
I ain't doin' any features unless you give me your bitch
I'ma fuck for the cash then she gettin' robbed by tick
Hundred bands inside of my pants
Make the mothafucka dance on the stage
Bitch it's a parade
Po'in 4s is a sport Leanarade
50 whole k spent on my hygiene
Drinkin' so much lean that my pee clean
808 just might be the dream team
Bitch got some good brain, call her Pinky
Bag full of weed, no lighter
In the kitchen rappin' rappin' like cypher
You know damn well I like her, I'ma bite her
In a Bentley on West Lee gettin trailed by sniper
How the fuck you feel I don't mean nothin
All them mills in the bando no clean nothin
Run and tell the cop, tell em I don't serve the fiend nothin'
Pullin' off like "SIKE!"
Bitch I got the bando, fifty hundreds
Spot round the corner filled up with onions
Big homie got a whole truck load
Me and Scooter take a trip to Lil' Mexico
All I ever wanted was money, all I ever wanted was the money
Put your hands in the air if you dare any motherfucker to step over here F&N put em in a wheel chair