Freaky
Young Thug Lyrics


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She sly like the deacon, she sly like the deacon
Yeah, Thugger Thugger baby, yeah
Uh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freak it
I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret
I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland
She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it
I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started
She got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy
Eh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley
Eh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie
I'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race
Ooh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say
Hey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home)
Quan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day
I got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake
We eatin', where is your plate? Aim at your head or your face?
Hannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake
Bitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late
I apologize if I got more money than you and your clan
I apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran
I apologize if I post a picture posted with' some bands
I apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan
Where your bitch at? No, not that one
Baby want to touch my milk like she cowin'
Every time you see me, I'm a have thousands
On the island, no dressin'
I won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent
I'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation
Eh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain?
Eh, I pull up and arson all over your garden
Eh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you
Eh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin'
Now I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage with' 'em AKs
Nigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades
Higher than a escalator any day
I'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede
But I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds
These niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade
Damn, this might be coward day
Yeah, this might be powder day
Sniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us
Even if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us
But I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns
Nigga, you can shoot us, hey
And I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless
I show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no
And we the best, every time we come around
Boy, they root for us, true
And everybody hate Chris
But I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah
Tell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us
Five thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus
Get my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer
She fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty
She think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit
Play with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die
All I want is that head and that ain't no lie




Nigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin'
These niggas vibe faker than a puppet

Overall Meaning

In the song "Freaky" by Young Thug, the rapper speaks on his sexual escapades with different women. In the chorus, he observes that one of the women he has been sexually involved with is sly like a deacon. The chorus also sees him reiterate that he wants to have sex with this woman and not just tease her. Then he boasts about his success with women, stating that he has more hoes than a strip club and that one particular woman from Cleveland comes to him to be freaky. He extends his bragging rights by mentioning his expensive cars, jewelry, and how he apologizes for his wealth.


Young Thug closes the song with yet another boast, emphasizing that he has money more than his critics and that he will live life the way he wants, irrespective of the critics' opinions. Overall, the song draws attention to the rapper's promiscuity and his material wealth.


Line by Line Meaning

She sly like the deacon, she sly like the deacon
She's sneaky like a clergyman and she knows how to keep things secret.


Uh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freak it
I'm not here for foreplay, I want to get straight to it.


I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret
I'm like Michael Jackson, I know how to make you feel good and I won't tell anyone.


She got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy
She's not flashy, she rides a Harley and has a skull tattoo like the wrestler Matt Hardy.


I'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race
I'm impressed with your ability to wait and not rush things.


Bitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late
I've been making money for a long time, I have a lot of drugs and cash.


I apologize if I got more money than you and your clan
I'm sorry if I'm richer than you and your whole family.


Where your bitch at? No, not that one
I'm looking for a specific woman, not just any girl.


I'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation
I'm a member of the Bloods gang, even though I'm from a small town.


My diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin'
My jewelry is more expensive than what I charge for my services.


Now I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage with' 'em AKs
I'm involved in violence, and I need medical attention after being shot.


Nigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades
My jewelry is made of real gold and looks as good as an Ace of Spades card.


Higher than a escalator any day
I'm always on a different level, always better than others.


But I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds
I'm not talking about a police officer, the girl I'm with has large breasts.


Damn, this might be coward day
This might be a day when people act weak and stupid.


Yeah, this might be powder day
This might be a day to do drugs.


Even if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us
Even if you had the talented musician Erykah Badu on your side, you still couldn't compete with us.


But I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns
I have a lot of weapons.


And I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless
I've never been a snitch, but I live my life without mercy or compassion.


All I want is that head and that ain't no lie
I just want oral sex and I'm not lying about it.


Nigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin'
If someone asks if you're scared, don't admit it.


These niggas vibe faker than a puppet
These guys are fake and unauthentic.




Writer(s): Ebony Oshunrinde, Bryan van Mierlo, Jeffrey Williams

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