[Intro: Young Thug]
Thugger
*sips*
Man, nowadays, like...
*coughs*
(Wheezy Beats)
I don't even wanna see the victory, na'm sayin'?
I don't even wanna see the... the records I broke, na'm sayin'?
Nevermind that, you na'm sayin'?
'Cause when you see it, you na'm sayin'?
The moment you see it...
You start taking heat for it...
And you slow your roll, you na'm sayin'?
I don't ever wanna slow my roll, I wanna always feel like I didn't break the records, you na'm sayin'?
So I can keep breaking records...
Dig that
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Ashin' blunts inside my Grammys (Uh)
Porsche Calado nigga, whip it panoramic
Clothes neat, shoes tied, like I'm 'bout to run it
Concierge tryna get me sent up off the planet
Trick or Treat like a lil' old boy
Ching-ching-cong, better leave that alone (What you say?)
Chop off the top and I leave it down
You riding with me, truth or dare?
Pull off in a foreign coupe-coupe-coupe
Cash on delivery, whoop-whoop-whoop
You told me that you living, but me too
Cash talk always, runnin' through the hallways
Chasin' money always, answer, never call back
All my niggas racked up, all my bitches bad, yeah
If he play, then mask up, gon' shoot 'em up-up, hey
My momma a black panther just like Cam Newton
I pray to the Lord, then I start shootin'
I get thrax for my soul, but they gotta prove it
Eeny-meeny-miny-moe, nigga, let's do it
Gon' and get it off your chest
Get some more clips and get a vest
Get around your bitch and give her less
Shoot 'em in his flesh and watch him rest
Catch your bitch and make the bitch flush
Catch your bitch and watch his bitch lush
Drain the babies, baby, better not flush
Icy, who want it with us?
Three hundred twelve thousand for a Bentley truck
Another fifty just to pipe the system up
A hundred eighty thousand for the Patek
Everybody whippin', Super Mario
Everybody livin', ain't no more poor
Everybody really gettin' they own dough
Everybody whippin' up they own coke
Everybody subscribing they own folks
Everybody know, you say you don't know
Everybody bitches getting lipo
Everybody livin' to the fullest
All these hoes are stallions like they broncos
[Bridge: Young Thug & Gunna]
Bronco (Bronco)
Bronco (Bronco)
Bronco
Gunna
[Verse 2: Gunna]
My momma a black panther just like Thugga momma too
I know you wanna fuck me baby, gon' and tell the truth
They thought it was a game 'til I started bustin' out the roof
Hoodie out to Oakland when I ride through
I done been through so much, I been lied to
I wouldn't tell you go do something I wouldn't do
System so fucked up, I can't go by the rules
They just made a law I couldn't abide to
I wouldn't go out sad even if I tried to
Lately I been eatin' steak and not no fast food
You been sellin' music off of iTunes
Fuck who askin' [?] everything new
Said we goin' up and bro, it's times two
I just tell security, "Let them dimes through"
You know we fuck these bitches all around the city
We fuck 'em by the two, we ménagin' it
Put 'em on a jet, I let her fly with me
Told them bitches "Come on, spend some time with me"
Private Leers takin' off, the lean spillin'
Man, I need to wake up, think I'm still dreamin'
They callin' for these pints, these niggas still fiendin'
Hope the Lord protect me from the real demons
Had a party, was so crazy, cleaners still cleanin'
Smashin' in them Beamers, nigga, wheely beamin'
I just made some friends that like to eat the semen
Told my niggas that I'm done, ain't fuckin' with the pieces
Hit a nigga block and leave 'em rest in pieces
I tried to tell 'em listen, nigga, we them teachers
[Outro: Gunna]
We the teachers
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