Jeffery Lamar Williams, better known by his stage name Young Thug (acronym … Read Full Bio ↴Jeffery Lamar Williams, better known by his stage name Young Thug (acronym for Truly Humble Under God, also uses the name "SEX!!" and was briefly known as "Jeffery"), is an American rapper from Atlanta, Georgia who is signed to Gucci Mane's 1017 Brick Squad Records, Asylum Records and Atlantic Records. Thug grew to prominence in 2013 after releasing his mixtape 1017 Thug to positive critical reception. He has collaborated with artists such as Gucci Mane, Young Scooter, Rich Homie Quan and Waka Flocka Flame.

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/

Go Getta
Young Thug Lyrics

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(Dollars) yeah hold up, Booke, where you at?
I'm in the 'yo, pull up, bro
Hold up, hold up, hold up, where you at?
I'm at the studio, bro, pull up

I let my homies air ya out
Like a car that's been sittin' for seven days
Yeah, and you can split the money seven ways

Or, let them strip you like
You work at Blaze, ooh
Ray Bans, dark shades
Yeah, purple syrup, call it pink lemonade
I'm paid and I sip syrup all day
It's my sport, you should call it Leanoray
Orange and purple, it's
Kush sprayed with finger spray
Nigga, I'm a junky, you niggas minor racks
I'm chasin' money, I never ran from that
I never ran from jack
If you make me run, shit, I'm back, uhhh

Ear piece is too cold
My neckpiece ridiculous
Ooh, my ring get me barking
Like it been frost bitten
I be gettin' bitches while you couch sittin'
You niggas soft as mitten
Don't make me pay a visit
See, I be in the kitchen
Rappin' and pitchin'
You know I gotta keep the smell down
Vacuum city you broke like a old elbow
You can't pay attention
See I be in the trenches and the bitches
Franklin steady knocking and I'm like
"Who is it?"
I let 'em right on in, now, why would I
You can ask your girlfriend
This money don't bend
I got the more hundreds
I ain't got them ones in

Oneway gettin' in and out this whip
This ain't no photo
And two nines stay with me, Rondo and Romo
Thug, fuck what they talkin' 'bout
Holmes got out too quick
Follow my footsteps
Better step over all the shit that I kick
Uh, where the Lysol?
Need a kickstand in the booth
'cause I been sippin'
So I might fall (Hold up)
Got my whites on and just
Sound like a motherfucker (Damn)
Turn the lights off (yeah)
Boss shit, take a loss get it right back
Yeah, tax write off
Fuck nigga, nah, we don't like ya'll
Damn, I'm a problem, can't solve me
I'm fly as a bitch me
Fake barbers tryna condone me
Nah, not happenin'
But we foldin' niggas like napkins
No round of applause, we clappin'
This Flya again what's crackin' nigga

Yeah, thank you, thank you gentlemen
Let me take that money is all I think about
I'm in love with that
Hunnids is all I'm bangin' on
I'm in love with cats
Money is all I'm talkin' now, now
Where Franklin at?
I'm bout kick in the prison
Like take Franklin at
Juney, they say you snitch, nigga
What's up with that? You homie
But my crew say you gotta go with that
You pissin' and shittin' on yourself, nigga
You wrong for that
And yeah, we, we from the sewer
But we don't fuck with rats
Ayy, and if I ran from you, nigga
I don't fuck with crack what up, crap?
OG Poppin', nigga
Ayy, freaky say fuck what they say
That nigga out too quick
And I'm like freaky nigga go
Ahead with that bullshit
'Cause both, both of ya'll nigga hard
Both of y'all got famous cliques
So let, let's get that rap money
Fuck them bricks
Uh, got stripes every day, it's zebra day
Uh, and if they play, let ninas spray
I'm chasin' money, I never ran from that

I never ran from jack
I mean they made me run but I'm back, uhh

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Go Getta" by Young Thug featuring MPA Wicced and Yung Booke speak to the artists' hustle, determination, and street credibility. The first verse conveys a sense of power and dominance, with Young Thug proclaiming that his homies will "air ya out" like a neglected car, and referencing the possibility of splitting money or being stripped like a worker at the Blaze strip club. He also mentions his affinity for purple syrup, his addiction to money, and his readiness to face any challenges that come his way.

The second verse follows a similar theme, with Yung Booke boasting about his flashy jewelry, his ability to attract women, and his presence in the streets. He talks about being in the kitchen, rapping and dealing drugs, and keeping a low profile by vacuuming the smell. He references Franklin, possibly alluding to a connection to the drug trade, and suggests that he is a problem that can't be solved. The verse ends with a message of asserting dominance and folding opponents like napkins.

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Robert Kelly, Johnny Jackson, Andrew Harr, Jay Jenkins, Kevin Cossom, Tanya Jones, Allan Felder, Norman Harris, Jermaine Jackson

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