Pardon My Back Lyrics – Young Thug

Read the full Pardon My Back lyrics by Young Thug along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Young Thug’s music, you can also explore Mami and Whaddup Jesus, two other songs by Young Thug.

[Intro: Lil Baby]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Me and broski came from the same boat (Skrrt)
We are not beefing ’cause we hit the same ho
No gay s*it, neck full of rainbow, yeah
If I hit it, tell the business, you a lame ho (Lame)
Want the money, I ain’t in it for the fame, bro (Fame)
Ten M’s for the spot, did my thing on it
Still a felon, I can’t even put my name on it, yeah
Seen her outside with her n!gga, made it rain on her (Phew)

She a part of the brand, put a chain on her
I don’t care what they say, they just hating on us, yeah
Like the Russian mob, I bulletproof the Range Rover
You ain’t come to fu*k on me? What you came for?
Said she got a price on it then I’m paying for it
Went and bought my whole block, I’m the landlord
Real D boy, mixed up, Air Forces
I come straight from out the gutter, now my teeth porcelain
2025 Ferrari, bro, I keep horses
Get rich or die trying are my only choices
Concrete jungle, he ain’t getting no cushion
Hit the ground running, I ain’t doing no bulls*it
Twenty vibes at a time, n!gga, I’m pushing
White Lamb’, black stripes, I am official
Brodie still sell tons, he got four flip phones
I like fu*king, I like fu*king, I’m a nympho’ (I’m nasty)
Really rich, 220 on a Benzo (Benz)
GT 6-3 with an S on it (S)
I’m a walking bank account, I give her check on it (Check)
Stay down, run it up and then you flex on ’em (Flex)
I can make it rain now until next summer (I swear)
He is not one of us, put an X on him
You dead, lil’ boy

[Chorus: Young Thug]

Pardon my back
Pardon my back (Pardon my back)
Pardon my back (Pardon me)
Pardon my back, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
N!gga, been too big for a jail (Spyda)
Federales on my trail (Woo)
Y’all n!ggas shoot guns off pills
You stepping, n!gga, I can’t tell
In the hood with a b0mb in my Sachs (Sachs)
TEC-9 with the grip on the back (Grrt)
N!gga, play with this s*it and get slapped (Slapped)
Take this b!tch out the trench, she adapting (Woo)
Princess b!tch off Dubai, she was ratchet (Ratchet)
From the hood, we turned rapping to trapping (Trapping)
Hundred sticks in this b!tch, we Iraqing (Uh)
How the hell you in jail with the pack in?, yeah
N!gga ain’t gay, but the Rollie a rainbow
I rock Saint Laurent, they think it’s gang clothes (Woo)
Bought the paint, but I hate paying lames
I told Wham, “Weigh my s*it,” b!tch had a drank, though
Drop his ass, my water is
High stained, though, yeah
I went two-thousand watch on Durango (Hrr)
Pushing Peter, I need me a can go
Ain’t a place in America I can’t go, yeah
Nut in her pu*sy, then leave her on read (Read)
Give her flowers and then stay ’cause she dead (S*it)
In the 4 with Big Dre and lil’ Sed (On 7)
Hit the hood on unc’ alley, go spray it (Grrt)
Pu*sy saying he rich as a mil’ (Uh-ah)
Put on fire rings and then let ’em kiss (Mwah)
I’m too rich to respond to a diss (S*it)
Keep it quiet and keep sending blicks (Blicks, grrt)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Pardon my back
Pardon my back
Pardon my back
Pardon my back
Pardon my back
Pardon my back
Pardon my back
N!gga, pardon my back