Young Thug - Givenchy lyrics

[Produced by Dun Deal] [Intro: Birdman] That Rich Gang lifestyle Marble floors, gold toilets and chandeliers Big money n***a take the jet L.A. hit the bity boolin' in the bondo With a few b**hes and they go to trippin' Drankin' that GTV, that tequila Smokin' them stunna blunts (them big dawgs) n***a we neva hungover Poppin' bigger numbers with my n***as, straight B's only Shout out to my love, my blood, my team My gang, my family, and n***a ya know what we bleed (You know what we bleed) 404, 305, 504 What's poppin', n***a? B-house of dank, put it in the air This that YSL, Rich Gang, RHQ, YMCMB sh** Big B's with a few C's, PeeWee, what's poppin', n***a? Bankroll mafia; Hot Beezle, what's brackin', n***a? The p**y outta line, the p**y get they head bust, ya dig? B-Loc and Bentley, y'all know the business It's B Slime or G5, rest in peace Tamara and Miss Gladys, boy (Rich Gang, Rich Gang) [Hook: Young Thug] Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes, fo sure, fo sure Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes, fo sure, fo sure Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes And that is fo sure, it's fo sure [Post-Hook: Young Thug] Tell a n***a, would ya ride fo a n***a, baby? Would ya die fo a n***a, baby? Baby girl, would ya cry fo yo n***a, baby? Would ya cry fo yo n***a, baby? Aye, baby girl, what'cha know, what'cha know bout that? What'cha know bout that? Ya don't know that Baby girl, what'cha know bout that, bout that? What'cha know bout that? You don't know nothing (She don't know it, she don't know it) [Verse: Young Thug] Work comin' in any day or later Eat her candy, Now and Later I ain't through baby buying acres (Rich Gang) (Racks racks!) Almost done Lemme put somethin inside of ya stomach Lemme put sum' right up under ya lungs Baby, I just wanna hit like Barry Bonds I know all you wanna do is have fun I put my heart inside yo pocket, you can't break it I told you I love you to d**h, neva dissed you not once You my twin, yeah you my twin Baby, let's stay together You know you can neva ditch me, baby, you know betta You know I look at ya like gold, you my future trophy She know she got my heart, she say do it, I jump like Tarzan Drugs don't stop, you know I can't stop Baby don't press charges, she know that I'm on the block When she pull up, she can't go back, she gon' stop She ain't know what time it was 'til I bought her first clock Rolex, spend $1,000 on a flock, no Wacka And you know I'm comin' back like Dem Boyz, no Shop Loading up a Glock, take shots I got Jays on a flava, flava watch Billidybop, pull up shootin' buck shots (TOP NOTCH!) Yeah, they watch me like a f**in cable box b**hes wanna f** me and they also on my top Mama told me neva give tops outside the shop Pull up on yo girl, I'm lurkin' like a cop p**y n***a play, I'ma BEAT them like a BOX Hey, I'm the President, baby, blacker BARACK! 30's on the Chevy, my n***a, plus it's a box You should know me and sharp shooters sponsored by FOX Split that money up in eight ways like I'm an octopus On the campus with lots of pounds, kicked outta COLLEGE! All I bleed is red but n***a, but I'm not stoppin' sh** (red light) Pull up to the set and I come and pay all my homages Hoppin' out on Bleveland I pour up straight out the pharmacy p**y n***a scared to say it, I got 'em hummin' sh** Lil b**h, you know I'm really thuggin' like Bones & Harmony (Rich Gang) I can never... (be you) I'm an animal, you know I got stamina If a n***a ever got robbed, b**h I'm the manager And I got an African with weed over on Campbelton Lil momma don't go, keep it stompin', I want that cameltoe Pull up to the set with them sticks and have us an ammo show Lead through the front door with that tec, take it out the back door Bags in this b**h, so many bags like where the racks go? [Hook] Givenchy my toes and my bros and my hoes, for real Don't act like ya don't know when you know that you know, for real Even when I'm laying down baby I'm keeping it tucked, for real Swear to God when you play with just one of these bullets, you k** [Post-Hook] Tell a n***a, would ya ride fo a n***a, baby? Would ya die fo a n***a, baby? Baby girl, would ya cry fo yo n***a, baby? Would ya cry fo yo n***a, baby? Aye, baby girl, what'cha know, what'cha know bout that? What'cha know bout that? Ya don't know that Baby girl, what'cha know bout that, bout that? What'cha know bout that? You don't know nothing (She don't know it, she don't know it)