Homie
Young Thug Lyrics


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DJ Carnage times Thugger, you know what I'm sayin'?
Thugger times DJ Carnage, you know what I'm sayin'?
You know what I'm sayin' nigga?
Ya dig? Ya dig?

I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't even pour it up
We pullin' up foreign, we walk through the club and the bitches they knowin' us
This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss'
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
Player, oh you the homie
If you didn't tell then you the homie
If you got bail, then you the homie
If you not stale, then you the homie
Grew up with criminals, scandalous
Rockin' Chanel, then you the bitch
I got me a Birkin like I'm a bitch
These niggas they tellin', they counterfeit

Put that fuckboy on the newspaper
In the sea with some tons strapped to his ankles
Fuck nigga, try me at any angle
I'ma shoot him and turn him into an angel
Boy, you gon' turn him into an angel?
Fuck yeah, turn him to an angel
Don't come around with the anger
You know everybody having bangers
If a pussy nigga play with me
Swear to god Kirk Franklin can't save him
I can get you whacked real easy
You are not a Power Ranger, you a stranger
Pussy nigga you're no danger
Gangster bitch with me, she'll spank ya
Swear to God all I gotta do is point one finger
She'll close range ya, hah
Drinkin' 'Tussin', nigga slow it down
RIP to Troup, pour it out
They want me dead but I can't ever die
They livin' false, but I can never lie
Mob baby, baby I got ties
I want chicken wings on the side
You got higher dreams when you fly
Until then you're never near the sky

I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't even pour it up
We pullin' up foreign, we walk through the club and the bitches they knowin' us
This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss'
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
Player, oh you the homie
If you didn't tell then you the homie
If you got bail, then you the homie
If you not stale, then you the homie
Grew up with criminals, scandalous
Rockin' Chanel, then you the bitch
I got me a Birkin like I'm a bitch
These niggas they tellin', they counterfeit

You was the plug, then you the homie
You never tell, then you the homie
You know it's nothin' but shooters on me
Them niggas know and never movin' on me
I keep a Mac in the Louis bag
Look like I got the computers on me
I'ma get back at your stupid ass
We gon' whack you to better the sooner homie
I be fucking your Wednesday crush
I'm with that bitch and she droolin' on me
All of that shit be made up
I'm poppin' and they makin' up rumors on me
She gon' jump on this dick and manuever on me
I'ma cut her a check and she gon' do it for me
Even though my lil' bitches be used to money
Just like Jay and Bey daughter I blew the money nigga, woah

I took the bales out in the rainy weather
This a eight passeng' jet, this is not propeller
I'm a big dawg, got my dawgs with me, German Sheppard, uh
Yeah I'm rich, kid, but I'm so ready to Bobby, Whitney
Can't let you go outside, I just cannot let you dig it

I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't even pour it up
We pullin' up foreign, we walk through the club and the bitches they knowin' us
This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss'
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
Player, oh you the homie
If you didn't tell then you the homie
If you got bail, then you the homie
If you not stale, then you the homie
Grew up with criminals, scandalous
Rockin' Chanel, then you the bitch
I got me a Birkin like I'm a bitch
These niggas they tellin', they counterfeit

Yeah, I got a motherfucking ten thousand dollar toe ring on, know what I'm sayin'?
With some motherfucking Giuseppe sandals on, bitch
Know what I'm sayin', with my tattoos on my toes too, by the way, know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, and I got blue cheese on me, all hundreds
Blue cheese, no ranch
How you dig that, know what I'm sayin'
Yeah I dig that with a golden shovel on another level
With a iced out AP times a Rollie bezel
It's YSL slime shit




You gotta stay ready to keep from gettin' ready, you understand what I'm sayin'?
Yeah man, when the bread ready, call yo I'ma take it

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Young Thug's song "Homie" feature the rapper's signature style of rhyming and playful wordplay. He opens the song by acknowledging his collaboration with DJ Carnage, saying "DJ Carnage times Thugger, you know what I'm sayin'?" He identifies that "homie" can be a term of endearment or something more sinister depending on one's actions, and posits that if someone has bail or isn't stale, they are the homie. He speaks to growing up with criminals and celebrates living life to the fullest while staying loyal to the homies who never snitched on him.


Thug also warns that if someone messes with him, they will be left "in the sea with some tons strapped to [their] ankles," and declares that he can get anyone "whacked real easy." He puts down fake friends and boasts of his wealth and fashion sense, mentioning a Birkin bag, Chanel clothing, and a $10,000 toe ring. However, he also acknowledges his difficult past, including becoming a father at age 15. He ends the song by offering the advice to "stay ready to keep from gettin' ready" and being prepared to take advantage of opportunities.


Line by Line Meaning

DJ Carnage times Thugger, you know what I'm sayin'?
Thugger and DJ Carnage are collaborating


Thugger times DJ Carnage, you know what I'm sayin'?
Thugger and DJ Carnage are collaborating


You know what I'm sayin' nigga?
Do you understand what I am saying?


Ya dig? Ya dig?
Do you understand?


I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't even pour it up
I opened a bottle of Ace of Spades champagne but did not pour myself a glass


We pullin' up foreign, we walk through the club and the bitches they knowin' us
We arrive to the club in foreign cars and the women know who we are


This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss'
This is for those who criticized me and are now drinking their problems away with cough syrup


I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
I became a father at 15 and had to grow up quickly


Player, oh you the homie
Oh, you're my friend


If you didn't tell then you the homie
If you didn't snitch, then you're a loyal friend


If you got bail, then you the homie
If you helped me out of jail, then you're a true friend


If you not stale, then you the homie
If you're not boring, then you're a fun friend


Grew up with criminals, scandalous
I grew up surrounded by people who broke the law and were involved in shady activities


Rockin' Chanel, then you the bitch
If you wear Chanel, then you're fashionable


I got me a Birkin like I'm a bitch
I purchased a Birkin bag, a luxury item typically associated with women


These niggas they tellin', they counterfeit
These guys are snitching, they're not trustworthy


Put that fuckboy on the newspaper
Expose that weak and insignificant person's mistakes to the public


In the sea with some tons strapped to his ankles
Dump his body with weights on his ankles in the ocean


Fuck nigga, try me at any angle
Don't mess with me, I'm unpredictable


I'ma shoot him and turn him into an angel
I'm going to kill him and he'll become an angel in the afterlife


Boy, you gon' turn him into an angel?
Are you really going to kill him?


Fuck yeah, turn him to an angel
Yes, I'm going to kill him


Don't come around with the anger
Don't approach me with hostility


You know everybody having bangers
Everyone has guns these days


If a pussy nigga play with me
If someone weak tries to mess with me


Swear to god Kirk Franklin can't save him
Kirk Franklin, a gospel musician, can't save him from my wrath


I can get you whacked real easy
I can have you killed easily


You are not a Power Ranger, you a stranger
You're not part of my circle, you're an outsider


Pussy nigga you're no danger
You weak and pose no threat


Gangster bitch with me, she'll spank ya
My tough female companion will beat you up


Swear to God all I gotta do is point one finger
I have people who will do my bidding


She'll close range ya, hah
She'll shoot from close range


Drinkin' 'Tussin', nigga slow it down
Drinking cough syrup, slow down


RIP to Troup, pour it out
Rest in peace to my friend Troup, pour out some alcohol as a tribute


They want me dead but I can't ever die
There are those who wish me harm but I will always survive


They livin' false, but I can never lie
Others live a false life, but I always tell the truth


Mob baby, baby I got ties
I'm associated with organized crime


I want chicken wings on the side
I want chicken wings as a side dish


You got higher dreams when you fly
When you're successful, you have bigger aspirations


Until then you're never near the sky
Until you achieve success, you're nowhere close to greatness


You was the plug, then you the homie
You were the source of my drugs, now we're friends


You never tell, then you the homie
You're a true friend if you never snitch


You know it's nothin' but shooters on me
I have weapons and violent associates around me


Them niggas know and never movin' on me
My enemies know not to mess with me


I keep a Mac in the Louis bag
I keep a Mac-10 gun in my Louis Vuitton bag


Look like I got the computers on me
It looks like I'm carrying computers due to the weight of my gun


I'ma get back at your stupid ass
I'm going to retaliate against you


We gon' whack you to better the sooner homie
We're going to kill you as soon as possible


I be fucking your Wednesday crush
I'm having sex with the person you have a crush on


I'm with that bitch and she droolin' on me
I'm with a girl who is infatuated with me


All of that shit be made up
All the rumors about me are false


I'm poppin' and they makin' up rumors on me
Because I'm famous, people spread false rumors about me


She gon' jump on this dick and manuever on me
She's going to have sex with me and move in a way to please me


I'ma cut her a check and she gon' do it for me
I'll pay her to have sex with me


Even though my lil' bitches be used to money
Although my young female companions are accustomed to money


Just like Jay and Bey daughter I blew the money nigga, woah
I spent a lot of money as if I were Jay-Z and Beyoncé's daughter


I took the bales out in the rainy weather
I transported drugs in bad weather


This a eight passeng' jet, this is not propeller
This is an eight-passenger jet with engines, not propellers


I'm a big dawg, got my dawgs with me, German Sheppard, uh
I'm powerful and have associates with me, like German Shepherds


Yeah I'm rich, kid, but I'm so ready to Bobby, Whitney
I'm wealthy but I'm also prepared to have a tumultuous and destructive relationship like Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston


Can't let you go outside, I just cannot let you dig it
I can't let you leave because you don't understand the situation


Yeah, I got a motherfucking ten thousand dollar toe ring on, know what I'm sayin'?
I'm wearing an expensive toe ring


With some motherfucking Giuseppe sandals on, bitch
I'm wearing Giuseppe sandals


With my tattoos on my toes too, by the way, know what I'm sayin'?
I have tattoos on my toes as well


Yeah, and I got blue cheese on me, all hundreds
I have a lot of cash, all in hundred dollar bills


Blue cheese, no ranch
My money is like blue cheese, not like ranch dressing


How you dig that, know what I'm sayin'
Do you like that?


Yeah I dig that with a golden shovel on another level
I really like it and it's at a high level


With a iced out AP times a Rollie bezel
I'm wearing a diamond-encrusted Audemars Piguet and Rolex watch


It's YSL slime shit
It's YSL (Young Stoner Life) gang-related content


You gotta stay ready to keep from gettin' ready, you understand what I'm sayin'?
You have to always be prepared so you don't have to scramble when necessary, do you understand?


Yeah man, when the bread ready, call yo I'ma take it
When the money is available, call me and I'll take it




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Diamante Anthony Blackmon, Robert Rihmeek Williams

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