Drown (Remix)

[Hook: Young Thug] (Drink!) Take a lil' sip of that Ac' (blow it) Flood all my bitches in that I'm in the projects without Pat My jewelry leave them blind like bats Diamonds for her in the back Hit that lil' bitch from the back, she stacked Baby like "how I do that?" Pop a lil' Xan' and relax All of my racks, you get wet If he got racks, he get taxed 5-4-3-2-1 Attack! Biitch, all of my whoadies hit that Pussy nigga, they some rats He swung on my pocket, they fat-no catch But all my bitches, they brats Take a lil' Perc, and relax (Turn up, turn up) These niggas up to something She need to fuck or something [Verse: Mike G] Yeah Michael Anthony, I ball like the Knicks I'm comin' just wait on it I give a tip Gold in my mouth, so it's gold on her lips After, she tell me give me a kiss Keep on thinkin that there's shit you can tell us I'm not buyin' the shit you try to sell us Got no time for whoever jealous Put blunts in rotation like flight propellers I been glidin' and skating on All of this ice til winter's gone So you gon' see me year long Forever too cold to sleep on It's in my nature, keep hustlin' I don't need niggas for nothin' Gon and stack all that paper you touchin' I'ma keep rolling and keep it puffing see Fuckin' with my crew, they must wanting to Hear about it on the news or somethin' uh Whip up these tracks in the lab i'm stuntin' Go super saiyan, these bitches keep sayin' My dick game should be in top ten discussion Hop out the whip but I keep it jumpin' Bang on the beat man I keep it drumming I take aim like I'm goin' huntin' uh Different from whatever you thought you knew Got the Porsche from Compton, paint it in blue Take a old school, drive like it's new Asshole by nature, Like Trae The Truth My nigga Left gon' light up the spliff Top notch shit, good as it gets I cook shit, hurtin' my wrist Eyes on the throne, I need somewhere to sit I had a foreign bitch, like only like to fuck in my foreign whip, international shit Got a couple stacks I should flip Got a couple stacks I won't miss I pass bitches stare at my whip I need to get paid like the 1st and the 5th My profession got me somewhere in Texas with someone else ex And I don't mean to curse I need charms and not hexes You looking at me then you looking what's next And you know I'm an expert Don't get lost, keep it in step Step to my death, get stripes like a ref Flag on the play, which do you choose Got everything to gain, and shit to lose And a long dick I'm dying to use [Hook: Young Thug] (Drink!) Take a lil' sip of that Ac' (blow it) Flood all my bitches in that I'm in the projects without Pat My jewelry leave them blind like bats Diamonds for her in the back Hit that lil' bitch from the back, she stacked Baby like "how I do that?" Pop a lil' Xan' and relax All of my racks, you get wet If he got racks, he get taxed 5-4-3-2-1 Attack! Biitch, all of my whoadies hit that Pussy nigga, they some rats He swung on my pocket, they fat-no catch But all my bitches, they brats Take a lil' Perc, and relax (Turn up, turn up) These niggas up to something She need to fuck or something