[Hook: Young Thug]
(Drink!)
Take a lil' sip of that Ac' (blow it)
Flood all my b**hes in that
I'm in the projects without Pat
My j**elry leave them blind like bats
Diamonds for her in the back
Hit that lil' b**h 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
p**y n***a, they some rats
He swung on my pocket, they fat-no catch
But all my b**hes, they brats
Take a lil' Perc, and relax
(Turn up, turn up)
These n***as up to something
She need to f** 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 sh** you can tell us
I'm not buyin' the sh** 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 n***as for nothin'
Gon and stack all that paper you touchin'
I'ma keep rolling and keep it puffing see
f**in' 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 supersayan, these b**hes 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
a**hole by nature, Like Trae The Truth
My n***a Left gon' light up the spliff
Top notch sh**, good as it gets
I cook sh**, hurtin' my wrist
Eyes on the throne, I need somewhere to sit
I had a foreign b**h, like only like to f** in my foreign whip, international sh**
Got a couple stacks I should flip
Got a couple stacks I won't miss
I pa** b**hes 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 d**h, get stripes like a ref
Flag on the play, which do you choose
Got everything to gain, and sh** 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 b**hes in that
I'm in the projects without Pat
My j**elry leave them blind like bats
Diamonds for her in the back
Hit that lil' b**h 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
p**y n***a, they some rats
He swung on my pocket, they fat-no catch
But all my b**hes, they brats
Take a lil' Perc, and relax
(Turn up, turn up)
These n***as up to something
She need to f** or something