Young Thug - Idol lyrics

[Intro] *Lighter flicks and inhale* (We got London On Da Track) [Verse 1] I think my idol is a hater f** him, flush him like a radiator (woo) Lil’ b**h, I’m ballin’ like a pacer (ballin’) New condo sittin’ on like twenty acres She covered in white, just like a mansion waiter (and what?) I load her with cake like she’s an Easy Baker (ooh) Harley Davidson with a stick like Tomb Raider Peckin’ this b**h with the wood, ha, paper (woo) Need some pieces stuffed with them birdies, n***a (brrr) You think I’m gay when I go 730, don’t get discouraged, n***a (brrr) You the type of n***a that leave and take the purses, n***a (brrr) And you should know my behavior’s the worstest, n***a (brrr) [Hook] Stop playing (brrr) Stop playing (brrr) Stop playing (brrr) Mmmmmmm, stop playing (brrr) Mmmmmmm, stop playing (brrr) Ooooh-ahhhh, stop playing (brrr) Aahh (brrr) [Verse 2] I just bought my b**h a booty, lil’ n***a (brrr) Twenty five bands spent on a scooter, n***a (brrr) You n***as signed to him, I’m just tutorin’, n***a (brrr) Hey, I feel lucky like a Buddha, lil’ n***a (brrr) “Alphabet boys” is what we call y’all (brrr) Even though your p**y tall, you a small dog (brrr) Rick Ross show (brrr) [?], I spotted you with the kid for the bands [?] (woo) Even if you JAY Z, b**h, I’m the hundredth problem (woo) I make her jump like she was born a frog (woo) Tell me if you love me like the f**in’ law (woo) b**h, I’m drinkin’ mud like I’m a f**in’ hog (lean) I got three hoes like I’m Santa f**in’ Claus (woo) I’m with Bird from Magnolia, he sharp like lion claws (brrr) Pina colada, I got a choppa y’all (brrr) And I’ma run it to the top, yeah, I’ma run it now (ha) Hahaha [Hook] Stop playing (brrr) Stop playing (brrr) Stop playing (brrr) Mmmmmmm, stop playing (brrr) Mmmmmmm, stop playing (brrr) Ooooh-ahhhh, stop playing (brrr) Aahh (brrr)