Sup Mate
Young Thug feat. Future Lyrics
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Hold up, wait, life's great (yeah, yeah)
Hold up, wait, ice skate (yeah, yeah)
Hold up, wait, crime pay (yeah, yeah)
Hold up, wait, slatt, slatt (ATL Jacob) (yeah, yeah)
Twenty cars, matte black (yeah, yeah)
Surfin' at the Ritz Carlton (yeah, yeah)
Tinted pink hoes (poof, poof) (yeah, yeah)
Oxycontin what I piss (yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (yeah, yeah)
Flip it to the dog like a dish (yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (yeah, yeah)
Accept the loss before I quit (yeah, yeah)
(Accept the loss before I quit) (yeah, yeah)
She slept at the house, I bought her Ruth Chris (yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (yeah, yeah)
What's up, mate? Got cake, mate (yeah, yeah)
Got cheese, mate, got bread, mate (woo)
Got cups, mate (woo, ooh), no fucks, mate (woo, mate)
Give no fucks, mate (woo, fucks, mate), I'm up, mate (woo, outta shape, yeah, yeah)
It's up, mate, I buck, mate (yeah, yeah)
I bleed, mate, he bled, mate (woo) (yeah, yeah)
Got cups, mate, (woo) no fucks, mate, let's fuck, mate (woo)
Fucked my classmate (woo), fuck, shit, let's splash, mate (woo)
(Or suck that shit, let's splash, hey)
Smokin' on loud, we don't be fuckin' around with y'all
One time mission, yeah yeah
We prepare first and then Columbine
Trench coat, under a nigga's sleeve
Wipe his nose, wipe his nose (pussy ass nigga)
Wipe his nose, (slatt) wipe his nose (wipe your nose)
Wipe his nose, (wipe your nose, slatt) wipe his nose (slatt, wipe his nose)
Wipe his nose, (wipe your nose), wipe his nose (yeah, yeah)
Doubled the cups and then doubled it up and I doubled it up (yeah, yeah)
Jump in the Bentley, I jump in the truck and I trucker the truck (woo, yeah, yeah)
Chuggin' it down, I'm smokin' a pound, I'm fuckin' around (yeah, yeah)
Smokin' on loud, we don't be fuckin' around with y'all
What's up, mate? (Woo) got the blicky, featherweight (woo)
Got the cash, I bake the cake, (woo) aye, what's brackin', mate? (Woo)
I just snipe her, mate, (woo) chain on hydrate, mate (woo)
Get no sleep, mate, (woo) I'm geeked, mate, pushin' weight, outta shape (yeah, yeah)
Red wings, red bottoms, I'm a fuckin' devil (yeah, yeah)
20's tennis chains on, not no Ric Flair medal (woo, yeah, yeah)
I done gotta run it back, you heard what Gunna tell 'em (yeah, yeah)
Put my diamonds in a bowl, that look like Fruity Pebbles
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch wanna hit her a lick, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch wanna suck on the dick, yeah
Bitch wanna get her a brick, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,)
Bitch wanna fuck on a rich nigga (yeah)
Bitch wanna fuck on the clique (yeah, yeah)
Euros on euros, I'm gettin' it (uh)
Step on the floor, now I'm lit (woo)
Wipe his nose, wipe her nose (woo)
Kick her door, kick the road (woo)
Put the pole in his ho, bend her over (woo, woo, woo)
Then you buy that bitch a brand new Range Rover (woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm so high, all I can say is, "Woo, woo, woo"
I can't talk, I barely could say, "Woo, woo, woo"
Count a M and count another one, ooh, ooh (ooh)
Fuck that shit, I enter the lotto, woo, woo (fuck it, yeah, yeah)
Count a half and another (woo, woo, yeah, yeah)
I can never be a facade, relative (woo, woo, yeah, yeah)
Up to the sky with my mom, brothers (woo, woo, yeah, yeah)
They let it hit from the side, they were all cutters (woo, woo, fuck it, yeah, yeah)
Oh, okay, fuck her good, make her try voodoo
Okay, my plug put me on, I call him Lou Lou
Hood nigga, paid in full, I'm a black Jew
What's poppin' lady? I come from the trenches, we pray for a brick
What's poppin', lady? Bitches love a nigga's accent (woo, woo)
Pain pills, codeine, hydro, acid (woo, woo)
I hang with some slimes, pullin' kick doors (woo, woo)
Outchea, outchea, quit your reachin', Gucci socky on my feet
Sloppy toppy, keep it neat
One, two, three, I got freaks
Ooh, four girls on fleek
Ooh, bad and saditty
Ooh, ass and her titties
Ooh, that ting litty
And my Spanish ting, she bad like J. Lo (ooh, ooh)
I crushed up an X pill in her asshole (ooh, ooh)
Fifty round clip, got my Draco (ooh, ooh)
I should, I should teach drug classes (ooh, ooh)
I stay on my grind, Margiela ten toes (ooh, ooh)
Money on my mind, I'm a nympho (ooh, ooh)
Ass and her titties, ooh
That ting litty, ooh
Ass and her titties, ooh
That ting litty, ooh
Ass and her titties, ooh
That ting litty, ooh
The song "Sup Mate" by Young Thug is a trap-heavy track that describes the luxurious lifestyle of the rapper, filled with drugs, money, and women. The opening lyrics, "Yellow tape, I put that on," are an indication of the rapper's gang ties and his readiness to use violence to protect his lifestyle. The chorus "What's up, mate?" is a nod to British slang and indicates Young Thug's global reach.
The verses are filled with drug references, including Oxycontin, hydro, and acid, indicating a reliance on substances to maintain his lifestyle. He also boasts about his wealth, including matte black cars, surfing at the Ritz Carlton, and buying high-end meals for his female companions. The chorus repeats, with added lines about guns and violence, indicating a willingness to use force to maintain his wealth and power.
The final verses are filled with explicit lyrics about sex and women, with references to X pills, ass, and titties. This indicates a hedonistic lifestyle and a focus on pleasure above all else. The repetition of the chorus and the consistent use of slang and heavy trap beats emphasizes the message of the song: Young Thug is living the high life and is willing to do whatever it takes to maintain it.
Line by Line Meaning
Yellow tape, I put that on (yeah, yeah)
I'm cautious and put up yellow tape when shit gets dangerous.
Twenty cars, matte black (yeah, yeah)
I have money and like to flaunt it, even with having multiple expensive cars all in black matte finish.
Oxycontin what I piss (yeah, yeah)
I take so much Oxycontin that it literally comes out of my urine.
Flip it to the dog like a dish (yeah, yeah)
I treat my profit like a dog treat by flipping it easily.
She slept at the house, I bought her Ruth Chris (yeah, yeah)
I splurged on an expensive meal at Ruth's Chris Steak House for a woman who stayed over at my house.
Got cups, mate (woo) no fucks, mate, let's fuck, mate (woo)
I don't care about anything and just want to have sex.
Doubled the cups and then doubled it up and I doubled it up (yeah, yeah)
I keep making more money and doubling my supply.
Put my diamonds in a bowl, that look like Fruity Pebbles
I have so many diamonds that they fill up a bowl and look like Fruity Pebbles cereal.
Bitch wanna hit her a lick, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
A woman wants to steal something valuable.
Fuck that shit, I enter the lotto, woo, woo
I don't care about anything and will even go enter the lottery.
I can never be a facade, relative (woo, woo, yeah, yeah)
I can never fake my true self, especially in front of family.
Oh, okay, fuck her good, make her try voodoo
I plan on having great sex and blowing her mind to the point where she will believe in voodoo.
Pain pills, codeine, hydro, acid (woo, woo)
I indulge in a variety of drugs including pain pills, codeine, and hallucinogens like acid.
That ting litty, ooh
That girl is sexy and attractive.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Dwan Lecurtis Jaquan Avery
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@lannonjohnson201
Judge: anything else
69: I know what Future saying
@MONEEBAnArtist
This would make him free. Fr 🔥
@23OMEGA777
Do you niggas not understand English?
@9M.O.B8
This nigga speakin clear as day g
@lannonjohnson201
@@23OMEGA777 I didn't say I didn't understand him
@lannonjohnson201
@@blacchippy564 quit rappin soft believe in what you saying
@ZR-tg2yj
When future said ♓♒♑♏♍♋♊♎♏㊗️㊙️🈵🈵🈵🈺 That shit touched my soul😢
@young_childsupport_1
I felt that mate
@maem2173
LMAO
@jjn77
He was rapping from his heart