(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]