Rare and highly pixelated artwork for “2 Cups Stuffed.”
Cyncere ft. Young Thug - “She Know It”
Young Thug has a rich and consistent history of absolutely dominating any song he’s featured on, but it’s even more impressive a feat when he manages to eclipse an entire song with only a chorus. Here on Cyncere’s “She Know It,” he does just that, singing, She wanna fuck me. That pussy look lovely. I’ll eat it up real good, like I was hungry. Although the verses might require some grinning and bearing from the listener, Young Thug’s wailings more than compensate for Cyncere’s contrasting tedium. As far as recent Young Thug appearances that have flown under the radar go though, ”She Know It” is just the tip of the iceberg…
Drug Money is proud to premiere Stebo’s “Foreign Cash,” a distinctively Atlantan ode to wealth produced by Sonny Digital and assisted by Young Thug and Ola Playa. Over Sonny Digital’s downright triumphant backdrop, Stebo and Thug share a call-and-response chorus. It’s euphoric. Most notably, “Foreign Cash” sees Thug as mischievously giddy here, singing, I’m on that pussy like a nine-month baby. Oh yeah, oh yeah! as he did when he so gleefully proclaimed, Shoot him in his face! on “Big Money,” his last venture with Stebo prior to this. It’s also my pleasure to premiere two more songs by Stebo: “Finally,” featuring MPA Wicced, and “Money Problems,” featuring Bloody Jay.
“Communication” is a short and simple song that juxtaposes two of the most unorthodox and compelling flows in rap right now. Thug effortlessly transitions between disinterested lullaby and tightly wound double time cadence without missing a beat. Meanwhile, Casino, forsaking subtlety altogether, opts instead for a steady assault of guttural roars. Together, the two strike a satisfying balance between Casino’s blunt force and Thug’s breezy insouciance. The two performances on “Communication” together offer a cheerful reminder that new music can still be really exciting.
The combination of Thugga and PeeWee holds a special place in my heart, as the rappers first appeared in tandem on Yung Booke’s “Can’t Complain,” the conduit for one of Thug’s all-time greatest verses. While the two clearly share some serious studio chemistry, as evidenced by each one’s appearances on the other’s flagship 1017 release (“Nigeria,” “Dead Fo Real,” and “Patna Dem” from Thug’s 1017 Thug & “Dress Her” from PeeWee and Gucci’s Money, Pounds, Ammunition), this track is a different beast altogether. “My Lil Woddy” immediately rises to dizzying heights as each rapper’s own screeches and esoteric ad-libs swirls into Y.D.G.’s shimmering production to induce a sense of vertigo in the listener. These elements, all together, cultivate the ideal atmosphere for the two to shine individually while still playing to each other’s strengths. Thug is damn confident throughout, using statutory rape as a metaphor to brag about his kilo prices, 17.5 for these lil girls—I’m a pedophile, but PeeWee’s verse is nothing less than a total onslaught. Where Thug once requested, Nat nat, let me through, PeeWee here simply commands, Fuck out my way, you fuckin’ nat nat.
Taken alone, “No Strings” would be proof enough on its own that the unendingly dynamic triumvirate of Young Thug, Bloody Jay, and Ola Playa begs to be unified under a LOX-like banner. When considering the strength of the trio’s past collaborations, though, there can be no question that an ensemble is in order. They were first seen as a group on one of last year’s most unforgettable songs, “Sex, Money, Murder” from Bloody Jay’s Blatlanta, and last seen together on the excellent “Gotta Be Hard” from Ola Playa’s poorly promoted and highly underrated Slime Boss. The group’s other efforts include the anthemic “Against Me” as well as the less impressive but still worthy “For Somethin,” which has actually grown on me since its release. I should mention that the Bloody Jay-hosted Gas Plug 3 is not only home to “No Strings,” but also to “Addicted to These Streets,” a somber street anthem with a Playa Fly appearance every bit as compelling as the one found on Ola Playa’s “Fuck With Me.”
Goddamn, this song’s chemical daze is irresistible. What’s not to like about plaintive autotuned musings about Oxycontin? I’m actually really impressed with the competence and execution exhibited by Blaze on “Mars,” as well as on his other selections from We Appreciate the Hate 26, “Drugs” and “I Ain’t Know.” Sure, Blaze isn’t striking any new ground here, but all three of these songs are Metro Boomin-produced paeans to narcotics. As such, I’m powerless to their charms.
Dunchie Baby, formerly known as Y.D.B. and also responsible for the Young Thug-featured “Patience,” has seen fit to update “G Check,” a song from 2011 by a rapper named 2500 Wee Wee. I have no idea if 2500 Wee Wee is just a previous pseudonym of Dunchie’s or what exactly is going on with this revision, but my head hurts at the mere prospect of how many abandoned Twitter accounts I would have to mine to solve that inquiry. Anyway, Thug lays down a monster verse that really picks up steam as it goes on, culminating in a shrill machine gun delivery that seems to leave you breathless. That is, until Skooly’s wickedly infectious hook returns to reassure you that everything’s alright in his own sugary sweet way. This is music to wear unplugged iPod headphones in public to.
The code we honor. Fuck your honor. I pledge allegiance to Benjamin Franklin—a fly conversation. We rule the nation. From rags to riches, that’s my destination. Final destination.
-Future, “Code We Honor.”
Ciara in Freeband Gang sweatshirt.
Ola Playa & Lil Gangsta - “Trap Money”
Just wait for Playa’s yell at 1:52 and don’t let that trap money trap you.
He always was a romantic, not to mention the author of one of rap’s all-time finest run-on sentences (in December 17th’s “Tell Me the Truth (Skit),” which is anything but a skit): It’s things that you know in your mind about what I’m doing that you know if you hear it out my mouth it’s gonna hurt you so when you tell me tell you the truth I know it’s something you already know.
All of that, from sleepin’ in my car out here trying to get this money, or shit-baggin’ in the trap. I ain’t wash my drawers, I ain’t change my drawers in like five days, you hear me? Anything, to how I don’t give a fuck how I dress, I got stains on my shit or whatever. Fuck everything … and if I don’t get my way fuck everything cause I ain’t seeing what I wanna see. I ain’t happy. You happy. I see you happy, you smiling and I know you’re a bitch-ass nigga, you snake, you a flake-ass or something. You out here smiling, feeding your kids! Then I’m about to shitbag you! Be a shitbag, be the worst type of person there is even though it’s not really permanent, it’s just for the time being. It’s for a reason.
-Yung Gleesh, interview.