Young Thug - Mayday lyrics

[Intro: Sheck Wes] Yo, Chase B [Chorus: Sheck Wes] I'm going down in a moshpit (b*tch) If I'm out in the crowd, I lost it (Yeah) I can't close my eyelids (Yeah) Why? 'Cause a young ni**a off it (Uh) I got the message like a prophet I got the message like (I got the message like a) I got the message like a prophet (Uh) Last year, made a big profit (Yeah) Big bands, put 'em in my wallet (Uh) Smoking this gas got me coughing (Woo, yessir) You can talk that bad, put you in a casket or a coffin (b*tch, b*tch) Yeah, yeah, it's a motherfu*king stick up (b*tch) Put your hands up or get hit up (Uh) I grew up a bad ni**a (Yeah) [Verse 1: Sheck Wes] Section 8, be in the projects, I was in the parks with the hittas (Hittas) Now, I count bands, count figures You don't fu*k with Sheck Wes? Get the fingers (b*tch!) This not a ho like Mike (Yes), this not a ho like wizard (Wizard) My youngin' heart, cold like December (b*tch) Streets done turned me to a killer (Killer) [Verse 2: Young Thug] The car panoramic, all white coupe and Klan it I got in her panties, I didn't even get it The new one is Spanish, I hop out the coupe Gave her right to her grannie, I don't do the bogus Ain't tryna expose her, I don't even be telling her If I call it, I don't even know it So sorry I am sorry, I thougth that you fu*ked him I owe you for life, yeah and you know the score I hop off the jet, I hop on a boat I'm smokin' [?], it's makin' me choke I hop out of parties and air out the parties I'm drinkin' red, [?] know Bacardi When I keep the kids, you look so sorted You look like you [?] with your buddies I know that you need it, little break and they fussin' When she gets the open, shoot it outta the buckey We just need a nanny, I go Randy Savage I gave 'way the Rollie, the AP is medic Got Daytonas brightless, got skeletons added The sh*t don't look average, I like how it setted I'm checking the static, I'm checking the settings This b*tch 'round my neck, he might cook it my Patek I'm hungry as fu*k, 'bout to eat out the [?] I got the biggest body inside of the valley I'm mixin' [?] like I throw on my alley Rent the plate, boy I'm matchin' this [?] I put on some ice, now I'm cool as an addict I know how to fold, they took all my cash in I knew how to fish, I knew that I'm rich I pour the eight in a Sierra Mist Ran up some M's, I'm don't need a lick Heard she was gon' go down, I don't see that b*tch [Chorus: Sheck Wes] I'm going down in a moshpit (b*tch!) If I'm out in the crowd, I lost it (Yeah) I can't close my eyelids (Yeah) Why? 'Cause a young ni**a off it (Yeah) I got the message like a prophet I got the message like (I got the message like a) I got the message like a prophet (Uh) Last year, made a big profit (Yeah) Big bands, put 'em in my wallet (Uh) Smoking this gas got me coughing (Woo, yessir) You can talk that bad, put you in a casket or a coffin (b*tch, b*tch) Yeah, yeah, it's a motherfu*king stick up (b*tch) Put your hands up or get hit up (Uh) I grew up a bad ni**a (Yeah)