Young Thug - Bubbly lyrics

[Intro] Wheezy outta here [Verse 1: Young Thug] My career 'bout to blast like bubbly I'm not waitin' for her to say she love me I can tell she'll fu*k any man, trust me I got a ten-year-old mink still like fuzzy Three-twenty-five on the dashboard Ridin' in the Porsche, rockin' Tom Ford I ball at Barneys, new Christian Dior I took the jet to the New York store She lick while I'm drivin', I'm stainin' the floor I took it off track, now I'm ridin' in sport (Yeah) You stay in your feelings, you never my boy I can't come to the hood, I pull a decoy Another body drop, and they screamin' my name I'm goin' to LA on a private plane Could never come back and my family straight (Grrah) Untouchable, know, I'm too rich and too paid Skeleton Cartier, black diamonds face Pull up too deep like a fu*kin' parade Old jealous-ass ni**as tryna fu*k up my pay (Ha) Blast off, Rolls Royce Cullinan rain (Broke ni**as) I put baguettes in my wrist and my neck and my ears and my motherfu*kin' chains (Chains) This drip out the trenches, I know you gon' dig it, I come through this motherfu*ker plain I cut up my wrist, soakin' wet (Yeah) And Coachella keep callin', they won't see the face I took her to China and changed up her climate and now she ain't talkin' the same (Woah, yeah) [Verse 2: Travis Scott] Five nights up, still poppin' and ragin' And the SVR still lookin' deranged (Yeah) I want her, she wanted the same And them both, same time, both glad that they came (It's lit) Keep me a vibe, but can't keep it contained Know I keep me some dawgs, always keep 'em in training (Oh) Tat' a logo on the back of my brain Don't ask me what the fu*k am I thinkin' Back of these walls, I'm full of that drank Eric came through with a little entertainment (It's lit) 829, got her lookin' like space Houston it's a problem when we bust in her face and sh*t I came with the snakes no squid (Straight up) I broke out the game with a 456 She lovin' the fest', I see it She lovin' the fest' (Straight up, straight up) Yeah, I sit on her face, and I'm lovin' that body And lacin', I love you, lil' Spider and Drake Yeah, I know you got taste, if you love you some, take shots with me If I love you, I'll drop you a pin to a time and a place (Wait) [Beat Switch] [Verse 3: Drake] YSL'll put a ni**a six feet I ain't beggin' when I tell a b*tch, "Please" Me and lil' Thugger on fleek Now that lil' ho wanna meet, ayy What, what, what, what? fu*k her on beat OVO life not cheap I'm a young boy too T'd Wire just hit my account, never seen that amount, oh God, I'm geeked Been on the charts for five hundred weeks, so somebody love when I speak Doin' this sh*t just to show we get down in the 6ix, man, it's bigger than me Texas rent so big, that sh*t is perfect for the dippin' I don't care how wet I get her, she won't catch me Three-twenty-five on the dashboard Ride in the Porsche, rockin' Tom Ford Rockin' her bed and the headboard What, what, what, what? Buyin' out Louis and Christian Dior I took the jet to the New York store Park at the regular airport You stay in your feelings, was never my boy