Young Thug – Harambe (Audio, Lyrics)

Young Thug - Harambe (prod. Billboard Hitmakers)

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Young Thug unveils a new single titled “Harambe”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Billboard Hitmakers.

Young Thug Harambe
Young Thug Harambe

Given how versatile Young Thug has proven to be across his vast and eclectic discography, it’s easy to forget that the Atlanta rapper can snap whenever he so chooses. Though not entirely his preferred approach, it certainly makes for a welcome treat whenever he does let loose on the mic. As it happens, he did exactly that four years ago to this day, with the release of his arguable opus and Jeffery highlight: “Harambe.”

Never has one single song displayed such a malleable mastery of cadence. Over the course of the three-minute-plus banger, Thugger’s voice goes through more alteration that somebody possessed by a minion of Satan. And yet never has he bodied a track with such deadly conviction. In fact, it’s hard not to walk away from “Harambe” without feeling a wistful desire to hear the Slime King revisit this style on his next project — whenever that ends up dropping.

Young Thug – Harambe (prod. Billboard Hitmakers)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Mafia
Billboard Hitmakers
Yeah, AP gang, bitch, you know what I’m sayin’?
Level up
Yeah, AP gang
(Big ice)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, catch him down bad
Beat him with the bat, hashtag that (Yeah)
I copped a new Jag’, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I got a blue Jag’, yeah (Ha, ha)
I make that cash talk, nigga (Bitch)
I got a new house
You wanna get in, need a passcode, nigga (What?)
Two-twenty-five on the dashboard, nigga (Skrrt)
Stack it up and then you get that foreign, nigga
Step it up and take care of your daughter, nigga (Ha, ha, ha)
Stack it up and take care of your son, nigga
Step it up and take care of the money (Hey)
You know I ran it all up by myself
And now your bitch is drinking cum, nigga (Yeah)
My diamonds yellow like a corn, nigga (Yeah)
Double R at the prom, nigga (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Got some hitters, all of ’em my cuz, nigga (Ayy)
Girl, I know you love me (Love me)
I know, I know, I know you love me (You love me, hey)

[Chorus]
Bentley wheelin’ nigga, bad killer nigga, back it up (Bitch, get down)
Bands kill a nigga fast, will a nigga back it up? (Tick tick tack)
Apeshit, nigga, Godzilla, nigga, act up (Ha, ha, ha)
Go apeshit, go Godzilla, bae, back it up (Yeah)
I just wanna have sex (Hey), I just wanna have a baby out you, girl (Hey)
I just wanna go brazy about you, girl (Hey)
Don’t make a nigga act crazy, oh-ooh, girl (Ayy)
‘Cause you know I will, and I’m on a Perky pill (Hey)

[Verse 2]
This shit can get ugly for you (Yeah)
I’ll pull up and bust your mama (Brrat)
I’ll pull up and bust your brother (Yeah)
I aim at your fuckin’ family (Brrt)
I aim at your whole clique (Brrt)
I aim at your motherfuckin’ mama
I aim at your fuckin’ dad (Brrt)
I aim at your daughter, son, nigga (What?)
I aim it at everything (Hey, pop out)
I aim at the baby (Hey)
I got devil inside of me (Hey)
Got the devil inside me (What?)
God tryna provide me (God)
God tryna decide (What?)
Do he wanna leave me or sign me? (Who that?)
Um, okay, I know He frustrated ’bout a nigga
And everything I take or do, yeah (Pablo shit)
I know I did a lot of sins
And I hope you still let me make it through, ah (Hey)
Just ’cause I got me a spot in LA
That don’t mean I’ma change the crew (Fuck)
My bitch trying to figure out
How she can tell me to chill without changin’ you (Woo)
Fuck it, I’m changin’ up on ’em (Yeah)
But my fans, not changin’ on ’em (Yeah)
Makin’ a band, I’m sangin’ on ’em (Hey)
Whip out that bag, syringin’ on ’em (Hey)
Hey, hey, we locked that bitch out with no passcode (Huh)
I bought her some of those
Damn, she already had ’em though

[Chorus]
Bentley wheelin’ nigga, bad killer nigga, back it up
Bands kill a nigga fast, will a nigga back it up?
Apeshit, nigga, Godzilla, nigga, act up
Go apeshit, go Godzilla, bae, back it up
I just wanna have sex, I just wanna have a baby out you, girl
I just wanna go brazy about you, girl
Don’t make a nigga act crazy, oh-ooh, girl
Ayy, ’cause you know I will, and I’m on a Perky pill

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