I Remember

[Chorus: Lil Duke]

My country boy’s on the way, I’m finna serve him

I want you to hold this K, and don’t act nervous

Them goons around me, and they working

We getting them birds in, and that’s for certain

He claim that he a boss but he never took a loss

Playing both sides, that’s that shit that’ll get your ass offed

Got some shooters on a budget, they’ll kill your ass for nothing

Run up on you with that carbon, 40 clip into his noggin

They vicious

[Verse 1: Young Thug]

Your bitch is naked washing dishes

She like my lifestyle, she say we live too religious

Two thousand for my gators, them bitches look itchy

Bitches got bumps, and I’m rich like Donald Trump

Driving around with that pump, pockets look like a lump

Weed smelling like skunks, blunts big as a stump

Bitches wan’ fuck Young Thug and they wanna fuck on Duke, uh

Thugger not with the bullshit, baby I just want fun

Boolin’ out in the lobby baby, I came up off midget

Now we not getting pulled over but my whole crew got them tickets

Baby I’m YSL, I’d love to come to the funeral

No I’m not no physic but I got powers just like Yugi-oh

[Chorus: Lil Duke]

My country boy’s on the way, I’m finna serve him

I want you to hold this K, and don’t act nervous

Them goons around me, and they working

We getting them birds in, and that’s for certain

He claim that he a boss but he never took a loss

Playing both sides, that’s that shit that’ll get your ass offed

Got some shooters on a budget, they’ll kill your ass for nothing

Run up on you with that carbon, 40 clip into his noggin

They vicious

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]

I’m in the front of the line like the motherfuckin’ hearse do

I know Thugger killed verse one, I’m ‘bout to kill verse two

DK in a new Ferrari, damn we runnin’ ‘round the lobby

We so high off life, and we ain’t got no fucking option

Reel them ducks in, we call it going fishing

Washing machine all that money, we call it cleaning dishes

Making birds take a bath, we call it shaving pigeons

And I ain’t PeeWee Longway but your ho know I’m dealing

I’m cold hearted, I don’t got no feelings

In that new drop top, I don’t got no ceilings

The roof is absent, ball like I got cancer

I’m the man in Atlanta, ask your favorite dancer

[Chorus: Lil Duke]

My country boy’s on the way, I’m finna serve him

I want you to hold this K, and don’t act nervous

Them goons around me, and they working

We getting them birds in, and that’s for certain

He claim that he a boss but he never took a loss

Playing both sides, that’s that shit that’ll get your ass offed

Got some shooters on a budget, they’ll kill your ass for nothing

Run up on you with that carbon, 40 clip into his noggin

They vicious