Thug was born amongst the masses eliminating any doubt that he wouldn’t be special. The second youngest child of 11 children developed a skill for standing out amongst many, early. Young Thug moved to Jonesboro, an impoverished suburb of Georgia where his lifestyle was engrossed by the crime, drug addiction and violence that surrounded him. It was there that he developed an insatiable appetite to succeed his current situation. After discovering and acknowledging his talent and creativity for music in 2010, Thug started a new hustle that would soon mature as one of the most promising music careers in the South. He also founded the record label YSL ( Young Stoner/Slatt Life) in 2010.
Eyeballing the throne of Hip hop royalty, Young Thug began to create a sound and style that would inevitably place him on top. Young Thug’s catchy verses and raw lyrical talent distinguished noise from art, clearly being the latter his creations are the best that remain of Southern hip hop. He is the embodiment of the evolution of Southern hip-hop. Young Thug is the representative for a generation that doesn't see hip-hop as a hobby but a lifestyle. Keeping true to himself, his art, and his home Young Thug will stand alone as the one true savior of the Southern movement.
2. Young Thug aka The Demon Child is hardcore/horrorcore rapper/beatmaker from Central France. Often collaborated with Lil Prod. Also he made 2 albums under the alias Da Mystic Terror, in these 2 albums he changed his voice to make it sounds like it's an other person rapping.
Official blogspots:
http://demonchildproductions.blogspot.com/
http://lilproddiscographie.blogspot.com/
GTFO My Face
Young Thug Lyrics
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The Glock I spray, put 'em in the box I say
100K, get it out my safe
If you ain't talkin' money, boy, get out my face, hey
I'ma pull up in the Porsche with a hoe in that bitch
The Cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that bitch
I swear, I'm gon' meet my jugg, I'ma burn out the lot
You gettin', drug money, yeah we promotin' that shit
From my point, we sayin' it ain't an issue
Now I put up them trap bands on a bitch through
I talk to Roscoe every day like he ain't missin'
You ain't missin' shit, they droppin' shit in the trenches
I just dropped in the flame, and fucked up some Benjis
Money comin' and goin', you in that Bimmy
I got some hoes and they supported drinking chilly
I'm with some dudes on the scene in the Rolls Rizzy
Let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay
The Glock I spray, put 'em in the box I say
100K, get it out my safe
If you ain't talkin' money, boy, get out my face, hey
I'ma pull up in the Porsche with a hoe in that bitch
The Cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that bitch
I swear, I'm gon' meet my jugg, I'ma burn out the lot
You gettin', drug money, yeah we promotin' that shit
I gotta, top off it ain't for rent
Fuck a, tongue bitch I'm not a lick
Jump, jump up on that baby ribbit
No frog, but I came up out the motherfuckin' trenches
Dig it? Pimp her ride like Xzibit did it
Dig it? I'm in Japan like a fuckin' skillet
Do you dig it? She actin' tough but I know that she with it
Dig it? Dig it? She bought a cat I bought a jag kitty
I'm showin' love out in Magic City
Buy you a dub, I ain't talking twenties
You don't show no love, you were never with it
Raining bullets on your cars man I hope he with it
'Cause he gon' get it, oh yeah yeah yeah he gon' get it
I'm that boy yeah yeah but I'm not kiddin'
I asked her do she got a passport, she said if she didn't I would purchase it so what I asked for it
Let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay
The Glock I spray, put 'em in the box I say
100K, get it out my safe
If you ain't talkin' money, boy, get out my face, hey
I'ma pull up in the Porsche with a hoe in that bitch
The Cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that bitch
I swear, I'm gon' meet my jugg, I'ma burn out the lot
You gettin', drug money, yeah we promotin' that shit
Coming for the money the money lil nigga
Hangin' out the window gunnin, you runnin' lil' nigga
Ten scrates, I'm a baller no fumble lil nigga
Money over bitches forever, you don't want it lil nigga
Balmain sweat drips, sag on Givenchy boy that too many racks
Photo 650 three bitches in a mattress
Run the city like marathon, Backwoods stuffed with Chevron, shoot every gun, I never run
Trap 24/7 like the telethon, banging heavy metal call him Megatron
Miss me with the bullshit is what you better do, Boyz N' tha Hood, young nigga with a attitude
Bitches fuck, I give a fuck right now
Try me, the plug'll pull up right now
Nigga I could give a damn about your two cents,
'Cause you could front me fifty grand and a few bricks
Let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay
The Glock I spray, put 'em in the box I say
100K, get it out my safe
If you ain't talkin' money, boy, get out my face, hey
I'ma pull up in the Porsche with a hoe in that bitch
The Cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that bitch
I swear, I'm gon' meet my jugg, I'ma burn out the lot
You gettin', drug money, yeah we promotin' that shit
The lyrics of Young Thug's song "GTFO My Face" are primarily about money and the importance of it in his life. Young Thug proclaims that he'll rain bullets on anyone who tries to stop his pay, which demonstrates his commitment to the pursuit of wealth. He also mentions his desire to meet a "jugg" and burn out the lot, which could be interpreted as connections to the drug trade and the desire to make money quickly. The repeated refrain of "If you ain't talkin' money, boy, get out my face," reinforces his view that money is the driving force behind all his actions and relationships.
The second verse appears to be about the lifestyle that money can buy. Young Thug mentions putting "trap bands on a bitch," referring to a large amount of cash, and refers to talking daily with his friend Roscoe despite being in the midst of a dangerous situation. He also speaks about his growing wealth and the hoes who support him while he drinks chilly. He ends the verse by saying he's with some dudes in a Rolls Rizzy, showcasing his luxurious lifestyle.
The final verse continues the focus on money and material possessions. Young Thug describes himself as a baller and mentions various expensive brands, indicating his wealth. He also makes threats to those who get in the way of his money, proclaiming that he could care less about others' opinions or views. Overall, the song depicts Young Thug's intense focus on money and its importance in his life.
Line by Line Meaning
Let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay
If you prevent me from making money, I'll retaliate with violence.
The Glock I spray, put 'em in the box I say
I'll shoot my gun and put my enemies in a coffin.
100K, get it out my safe
I keep 100,000 dollars in a safe and I want it out now.
If you ain't talkin' money, boy, get out my face, hey
If you're not discussing money with me, leave me alone.
I'mma pull up in the Porsche with a hoe in that bitch
I'm going to show up in my Porsche with a woman in it.
The Cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that bitch
I'm pimping out my car, a Porsche Cayenne, and traveling overseas with it.
I swear, I'm gon' meet my jugg, I'mma burn out the lot
I'm determined to meet my drug trafficker and sell as much as possible.
You gettin', drug money, yeah we promotin' that shit
We're making money off of drugs and we're promoting it.
From my point, we sayin' it ain't an issue
From my perspective, we don't consider it a problem.
Now I put up them trap bands on a bitch through
I'm investing money in strip club performances.
You ain't missin' shit, they droppin' shit in the trenches
You're not missing out on anything, dangerous things are happening in the streets.
I just dropped in the flame, and fucked up some Benjis
I've recently received a large sum of money and I'm spending it recklessly.
Money comin' and goin', you in that Bimmy
I'm constantly making and spending money, but you're not a part of it.
I got some hoes and they supported drinking chilly
I have women who are willing to do anything for me, even drink liquor in uncomfortable situations.
I'm with some dudes on the scene in the Rolls Rizzy
I'm hanging out with some guys in a Rolls Royce Corniche.
I gotta, top off it ain't for rent
I own my car and it's not available for rental.
Fuck a, tongue bitch I'm not a lick
I'm not a mark or a target for robbery.
Jump, jump up on that baby ribbit
I'm hopping onto a fancy car, as if it's a frog.
No frog, but I came up out the motherfuckin' trenches
I may not have grown up rich, but I've made it out of my rough neighborhood.
Dig it? Pimp her ride like Xzibit did it
Do you understand? I'm improving cars like reality TV show host Xzibit did.
I'm in Japan like a fuckin' skillet
I'm traveling to Japan, like a frying pan bouncing around a hot stove.
She actin' tough but I know that she with it
She's trying to appear tough, but I know she's into me.
She bought a cat I bought a jag kitty
She bought a small car, but I bought a Jaguar.
I'm showin' love out in Magic City
I'm displaying affection in a strip club in Atlanta called Magic City.
Buy you a dub, I ain't talking twenties
I'll buy you an eighth of an ounce of marijuana, but that's not cheap.
You don't show no love, you were never with it
You've never supported me, so I won't support you.
Raining bullets on your cars man I hope he with it
I'm firing bullets at cars, and I hope the passengers are willing to fight back.
'Cause he gon' get it, oh yeah yeah yeah he gon' get it
Because he'll get hurt, oh yes, he'll surely get hurt.
I'm that boy yeah yeah but I'm not kiddin'
I am a powerful man, and I'm not joking.
I asked her do she got a passport, she said if she didn't I would purchase it so what I asked for it!
I asked a woman if she has a passport, and she said she doesn't. So, I offered to pay for it, and she agreed to go overseas with me.
Coming for the money the money lil nigga
I'm chasing after money, no matter what it takes, little man.
Hangin' out the window gunnin, you runnin' lil' nigga
I'm holding a gun out the car window, and you're running away, young man.
Ten scrates, I'm a baller no fumble lil nigga
I have ten successful criminal deals, I play smart and don't make mistakes.
Money over bitches forever, you don't want it lil nigga
I'll always choose money over women, and you don't want to challenge me, young man.
Balmain sweat drips, sag on Givenchy boy that too many racks
I'm wearing expensive clothing like Balmain and Givenchy, showing off how much money I own.
Photo 650 three bitches in a matress
I'm taking a photo of three women in my bed with a Rolls Royce.
Run the city like marathon, Backwoods stuffed with Chevron, shoot every gun, I never run
I have complete control over the city, I smoke marijuana cigars filled with quality gas, I shoot with power, and I never flee from danger.
Trap 24/7 like the telethon, banging heavy metal call him Megatron
I'm involved in illicit drug trade 24 hours a day, like a fundraising telethon, and I'm fighting like a robot named Megatron.
Miss me with the bullshit is what you better do, Boyz N tha Hood, young nigga with a attitude
Don't waste my time with nonsense, just like the film Boyz n the Hood, I have a bad attitude.
Bitches fuck, I give a fuck right now
I'm having sex with women, and I don't care about anything else at the moment.
Try me, the plug'll pull up right now
Challenge me, and my drug supplier will come right away.
Nigga I could give a damn about your two cents
I don't care at all about your opinion.
'Cause you could front me fifty grand and a few bricks
I'm not impressed by your ability to lend me fifty thousand dollars and a small amount of drugs.
Lyrics © Missing Link Music
Written by: Isaac Bivens, Jeffery Williams, Joseph Harris Jr, London Jae, Rahad Battle
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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