[Intro: Young Thug]
(–Makers)
Yeah, spider
Yeah (Run that back Turbo)
Yeah, Wunna
Yeah, yessirskii
Let's play, let's work (Yessirskii)
More sprite, let's work (Yessirskii)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Ain't tryna chat 'bout the murder
Fuck all you rats, it's a murder
Factory frats just swingin' from the back while I swerve
Fuck is you worryin' 'bout the murders? (Yessirskii)
Fuck is you worryin' 'bout these hoes
And worried 'bout how a young nigga ran 'round and splurged? (Yessirskii)
Fuck how a young nigga came from the curb
Walked in the spot just to finger this girl (Yessirskii)
I put the bitch in baguettes (Yesirskii)
I spent some bread for a pet (Yessirskii)
I put baguettes on her legs (Yessirskii)
I bought a chain and necklace (Yessirskii)
I bought an anklet and necklace (Yessirskii)
Get some arranged is you messy
Kickin' it, broke leg (Woah)
I just went tycoon, White Porsche nine-eleven for the white folks (Woah)
I just went sight seeing with some bad yellow shit, we on good dope (Woah)
You want a problem with a nigga that's around me you gon' get big smoked
My wrist froze, my bitch froze
The rest dump the body, he gettin' disposed (Woah, woah)
Might call my brother, he ten fold (Woah, yessirskii)
Ain't gotta tell nobody my wrist froze now
How much my bitch cost? How much my neck cost? My wrist froze now (Yesirskii)
I don't get pissed off and I don't kiss broads and I don't talk to laws now (Yessirskii)
[Verse 2: Gunna]
Ain't tryna chat bout the murder
Kill all the rats, it's a murder
Factory watchin' my wrist while I tote it, it's swervin'
Fuck is you worried 'bout a murder? Cleanin' detergent
Tie that boy up like a girdle, I'm at his neck like a turtle
I don't think he knew I would hurt him
I don't think he knew I—, nah
I don't think he knew I'd dig dirt 'em
It's one, nigga, tuck in your kids (It's one)
It's blood in the shed, I want some revenge (Yeah)
And I promise I try not to sin
My partners made promise to pop at your wig
Rockstar, I popped out my lens
Created, they hated, I did it again
Got mine, I got rich, but I'm still in the trenches you dig? (Ya dig?)
Hop in the back and hop out in your feelings, lil' bitch
I keep it silent with all of my day ones, I'm real as it gets
Yeah, yeah, handle my business that day I catch up with my VIP
I drop hit after hit, hits after hits
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