Ninja
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About Ninja
On the opening track of UY SCUTI, Young Thug celebrates his return. The track opens with a snippet from a state prosecutor at his YSL RICO trial, before Thug flexes how he still has it. The track caused a stir online due to the end of the second verse, where Thug uses the ‘hard R’ on several occasions. .
Ninja Lyrics
This is the most of them
This is the one that you see the shadow in the back of the room
He's the one directin' traffic
He is the one that we're all afraid of
He's the one that's King Slime, he's pullin' the shots
He is the most dangerous of the 28, judge
And I, I implore you not to grant him a bond, he is dangerous
The setup they've given to you
Is actually goin' to be less control, not more
If he gets a burner, judge, and the court may know this
A lot of the communications that Mr. Williams is on is on FaceTime
Because it's not traceable, it's not trackable
And we know that to be their MO
He gets a burner, he gets in there, he runs his gang from inside
And he won't get that, and no one's gonna throw his cell
I know what the investigator said, with all due respect
That's not the jail, that's their job
It's not the job of 24 officers bein' paid by Mister Williams
That's not their job
The job is the sheriff of Fulton County
Or any other sheriff where our sheriff decides to put Mr. Williams
That's their job
He is dangerous, and, and I
I normally don't do this, but I don't hesitate in this case
Respectfully, judge, I believe if you give him a bond
We're gonna have more witnesses in danger or gonna be missin'
I believe he's that dangerous, judge
Yeah, Spider
King Spider
Yeah
Oh, yeah
Drop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust, n-, yeen on yo' s-
Big dawg right now, f- n- talmbout?
B-, I ain't hittin' that b- (no)
Lil' bitty bag, you n- ain't gettin' no cash, my n- are rich
Lil' bitty bag, you n- ain't gettin' this s-
Like us, n-, we gettin' it
On the way to the party to take they h-
I come straight from the ghetto, my big dawg trappin' loads
We got a lotta pink toes, they wanna sell they soul
Lil' b- got choked out tryna send the lo' out (huh)
We trappin' and rappin', you b- (let's go)
We puttin' that s- on head to toe (whoa, whoa, whoa)
We sell out the stadiums, yeah (let's go)
We puttin' baguettes on the h- (whoa, whoa, whoa)
My n-, I'm trench as it get (let go)
These f- n- sellin' they soul (whoa, whoa, whoa)
We pop it wherever we go (let's go)
We sellin' these lil' n- hope (let it breathe)
Yeah, it's King Spider, man
These n- look up to us (let it breathe)
That's a fact, everything we do (let it breathe)
But everything we do is a translation (let it breathe, yeah)
Rolled me up some stanky f- dank, yeah
They follow us 'cause it ain't nothin' we can't get, yeah
Big baguettes on a ship, I sanked it, yeah
Every time they play, we spankin' 'em, yeah
(you want a whoopin', son?)
When she can't get ahold of you, she call me, yeah
I'm the one left the Gucci socks in yo' sheets, yeah
Talkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah
I chop off the beat
I chop down a freak (whoo), the spot got a reek in it (hey)
It's smellin' like Baccarat (whoo), Victoria's Secret s- (okay)
I bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doin' Chanel
They wanna be just like us and all they b- can tell, n-
N-, n-, I'm callin' my opps n-
They better not play with me, n-
I sleep with the K with me, n-
Some bad s- lay with me, n-
My kids, they straight, you n-
I'm not fake, you n-
Black diamonds today, I'm a n-
N-, n-
I'm callin' my opps n-
N-, n-
I'm callin' my opps n-
This is the one that you see the shadow in the back of the room
He's the one directin' traffic
He is the one that we're all afraid of
He's the one that's King Slime, he's pullin' the shots
He is the most dangerous of the 28, judge
And I, I implore you not to grant him a bond, he is dangerous
The setup they've given to you
Is actually goin' to be less control, not more
If he gets a burner, judge, and the court may know this
A lot of the communications that Mr. Williams is on is on FaceTime
Because it's not traceable, it's not trackable
And we know that to be their MO
He gets a burner, he gets in there, he runs his gang from inside
And he won't get that, and no one's gonna throw his cell
I know what the investigator said, with all due respect
That's not the jail, that's their job
It's not the job of 24 officers bein' paid by Mister Williams
That's not their job
The job is the sheriff of Fulton County
Or any other sheriff where our sheriff decides to put Mr. Williams
That's their job
He is dangerous, and, and I
I normally don't do this, but I don't hesitate in this case
Respectfully, judge, I believe if you give him a bond
We're gonna have more witnesses in danger or gonna be missin'
I believe he's that dangerous, judge
Yeah, Spider
King Spider
Yeah
Oh, yeah
Drop-top Rolls-Royce, kickin' up no dust, n-, yeen on yo' s-
Big dawg right now, f- n- talmbout?
B-, I ain't hittin' that b- (no)
Lil' bitty bag, you n- ain't gettin' no cash, my n- are rich
Lil' bitty bag, you n- ain't gettin' this s-
Like us, n-, we gettin' it
On the way to the party to take they h-
I come straight from the ghetto, my big dawg trappin' loads
We got a lotta pink toes, they wanna sell they soul
Lil' b- got choked out tryna send the lo' out (huh)
We trappin' and rappin', you b- (let's go)
We puttin' that s- on head to toe (whoa, whoa, whoa)
We sell out the stadiums, yeah (let's go)
We puttin' baguettes on the h- (whoa, whoa, whoa)
My n-, I'm trench as it get (let go)
These f- n- sellin' they soul (whoa, whoa, whoa)
We pop it wherever we go (let's go)
We sellin' these lil' n- hope (let it breathe)
Yeah, it's King Spider, man
These n- look up to us (let it breathe)
That's a fact, everything we do (let it breathe)
But everything we do is a translation (let it breathe, yeah)
Rolled me up some stanky f- dank, yeah
They follow us 'cause it ain't nothin' we can't get, yeah
Big baguettes on a ship, I sanked it, yeah
Every time they play, we spankin' 'em, yeah
(you want a whoopin', son?)
When she can't get ahold of you, she call me, yeah
I'm the one left the Gucci socks in yo' sheets, yeah
Talkin' cars, I got every animal in my fleet, yeah, yeah
I chop off the beat
I chop down a freak (whoo), the spot got a reek in it (hey)
It's smellin' like Baccarat (whoo), Victoria's Secret s- (okay)
I bought her the Birkin, the Kells, we doin' Chanel
They wanna be just like us and all they b- can tell, n-
N-, n-, I'm callin' my opps n-
They better not play with me, n-
I sleep with the K with me, n-
Some bad s- lay with me, n-
My kids, they straight, you n-
I'm not fake, you n-
Black diamonds today, I'm a n-
N-, n-
I'm callin' my opps n-
N-, n-
I'm callin' my opps n-