[Intro: Future]
Wheezy outta here
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I can go beast just like Willie B
Let’s pour up and drank up some re-ne-nee
I fuck with that bitch, she a flin-in-ing
The J’s they knock like it's busy B
That AK sing riddles, no remedy
I keep a cool temper at 90D
I pop a cool pimple with 30D
AK-47 when I ride around
Fuck around she let niggas with ti-ties
Geeked up I keep me some zaza
Keep a young tender bitch with the Wi-Fi
Niggas should die 'cause they run they mouth
I can’t keep my mouth closed cause it’s mob ties
Keep the Draco with the bullseye
I can send niggas up to the sunny side
[Verse 1: Gunna]
These niggas left in the creek
Locked in the business, I get it for cheap
Bro took the sentence and nobody speak
Had to sit down and came back to a plate
Bulletproof Range it’s a luxury tank
We yelling slatty, pouring up drank
Pull up addy, we leave him stank
CTS Caddy, you hear when I crank
Fucking these hoes ain’t no door locked
She said, “how you sip lean and don’t doze off?”
Took a piece of the pill and I put it in her mouth
Molly kick in now her clothes off
My car mat is mink and it’s so soft
Ain’t no use for no cop, got our own law
YSL cut from our own cloth
Had your bitch in LA at the Waldorf
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I can go beast just like Willie B
Let’s pour up and drank up some re-ne-nee
I fuck with that bitch, she a flin-in-ing
The J’s they knock like it's busy B
That AK sing riddles, no remedy
I keep a cool temper at 90D
I pop a cool pimple with 30D
AK-47 when I ride around
Fuck around she let niggas with ti-ties
Geeked up I keep me some zaza
Keep a young tender bitch with the Wi-Fi
Niggas should die 'cause they run they mouth
I can’t keep my mouth closed cause it’s mob ties
Keep the Draco with the bullseye
I can send niggas up to the sunny side
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Get a lot of bands, oh yeah
Look at the whole crew on sand, oh yeah
Jetski’s and yachts when I land, oh yeah
Kill the rap game like the clan, oh yeah
She taking sand like France, oh yeah
Bend it over, stay in that stance, oh yeah
Quarter pounder in my pants, oh yeah
Throw it back, avalanche, oh yeah
She got me sprung 'cause it's wet
Take off her chain and it's wet
Keep on your reins when you hit
Put on your rings and the shit
I been with Desto pourin' red
Racks on yo' head like a shed
Come get toast up at the crib
Baby bottle, no bibs
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I can go beast just like Willie B
Let’s pour up and drank up some re-ne-nee
I fuck with that bitch, she a flin-in-ing
The J’s they knock like it's busy B
That AK sing riddles, no remedy
I keep a cool temper at 90D
I pop a cool pimple with 30D
AK-47 when I ride around
Fuck around she let niggas with ti-ties
Geeked up I keep me some zaza
Keep a young tender bitch with the Wi-Fi
Niggas should die 'cause they run they mouth
I can’t keep my mouth closed cause it’s mob ties
Keep the Draco with the bullseye
I can send niggas up to the sunny side
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