(feat. Young LA)
[Verse 1 - Young Thug:]
Now baby I can’t tell him
We gon catch him in these streets
Bust his cerebellum
Looking for him like the police
With my umbrella, when I hop up out the phantom
I bang watermelon, that’s the color bandan
Molly got me [?], see all of these plotting n***as
I’m like the president, n***as they want to bury me
b**hes they want to [?] the kid
I’m fly like pelican, all of these b**hes wait for bids
I’m sick and tired of the critinitics
All the critics want to bite into my dip sum
I ain’t playing, I’m for real for some
King cobra n***a k**ing off
Too many, too pretty, these the city b**hes
All these [?] n***as riding dick without permission
All these critics tryna k** me but its benefit me
There’s a mill near my sh**, get it
That’s my sh**, get it
Get it
[Hook - Young LA:]
All these [?] out here [?]
So many foreign b**hes in my phone
Imma pull outside with purple
All this goddamn money on me
It’ll hurt your eyes, it’ll hurt your eyes
It’ll hurt your eyes, it’ll hurt your eyes
It’ll hurt your eyes, it’ll hurt your eyes
It’ll hurt your eyes, it’ll hurt your eyes
[Verse 2 - Young Thug:]
On the phone with bloody, listening to the chain gang
When I was young I used to wonder how it feels to gang bang
Now that I bang it feel like my phone don’t ever stop ringing
Play with big B’s and that funeral ain’t gon never stop singing, n***a
n***a riding round with Glock 40s
No lady, but we riding round, looking for shorty
Pistol old, but you know them b**hes only 30
I been busting since I was 12, my scrap ain’t no virgin
Young n***as, climbing up the f**ing ladder
We gon reach you, push a n***a like you came out of [?]
Hundred shots hit him, fold him up like a centipede
D K O J, he like to smoke a n***a, no weed
Baow, baow, baow, baow
Man down, get him
Baow, baow, baow, baow
These these f**ing missiles
n***a playing with the squad, we coming too hard
We coming to hard, better play the squad
[Hook]