ft Rich Homie Quan
[Verse 1: Young] I’ma ball like Spalding, n***a
I’m a Blood, I’m a baller, you can call a n***a
And I’m smokin’ angel dust, yeah, spa n***a
And I’m attracted to green like gua’, n***as
I’ma pull up late, regulate
My j**els are no joke, sh**’s frosted like flakes
I swear to God I’m baked, like Easy Bake
I show the very same energy, sound like a taser
Yeah shot like a shawty with a taser
Fly the b**h to LA, she ballin’ like a Laker
I know not to tell and never speak to the neighbor
In fact I can’t see ‘em, I’m on so many acres
Ever since I met shawty I feel like Hercules
And I’m smokin’ bales of weed cause it grow on trees
Six girls in my mouth like a set of Ds
With my West Boast Bloods bangin’ burgundy
Rich bags under my eye, n***a Birkin Ds
She say, “I want Victoria Secretâ€
And I f** her long, watch her decrease
Even though I’m a Blood, she like CC
She get mad whenever I bring her BB
Shoot, no 2-2-3, DVD
Watch me shoot them folk way up the street
Lost a whole hundred bands, bands with the heat
I’ma die for my clan, [?] me
Diamonds red like a mothaf**a cut me
And I smoke rusty and dusty
[Hook: Young Thug] What are you doin’ in this game?
I wanna know what are you doin’ in this game?
Hey, baby girl what you doin’ out here?
What the f** are you doin’ out here?
I know what you’re doin’ out here
I know what you’re doin’ out here
You k**in’ these b**hes, k**in’ these n***as
Cook a lot of white like Tommy Hilfiger
Baby girl, I’ll give you this [?] [?] n***a
[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan] Ridin’, n***a with [?] I ain’t lookin’ for the swoop, I need a b**h do that to me
I want a b**h with some loot who gon’ take care her kids
I mean make sure her kids straight forever, you dig?
I won’t stop gettin’ money forever, you dig?
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout a shovel, you dig?
I just bought a new dog that’ll eat up you pig
I just bought a new car, a hunna, you dig?
Shhh, stop, a hundred ain’t sh**
Two boys wasn’t much, a hundred on them
Can’t go broke, it may not come again
But a lot of money comin’ in
You don’t belong here so…
[Hook: Young Thug] [Verse 3: Young Thug] Baby watch out for the sharks, watch out for the cops
Watch out for the thots
They just want a piece of you, like me
Beat ‘em like Bruce Lee
Facin’ life and you’re broke, here go my shoulder
Boy you can cry on me
No, no tellin’ but I told you
You can’t ‘trol, control these streets
If a p**y n***a play
I’m gonna gun him down like a G
B you can’t see me
I’m ballin’, you can’t even D me