[Hook: Young Thug]

(Drink!)

Take a lil' sip of that Ac' (blow it)

Flood all my bitches in that

I'm in the projects without Pat

My jewelry leave them blind like bats

Diamonds for her in the back

Hit that lil' bitch from the back, she stacked

Baby like "how I do that?"

Pop a lil' Xan' and relax

All of my racks, you get wet

If he got racks, he get taxed

5-4-3-2-1 Attack!

Biitch, all of my whoadies hit that

Pussy nigga, they some rats

He swung on my pocket, they fat-no catch

But all my bitches, they brats

Take a lil' Perc, and relax

(Turn up, turn up)

These niggas up to something

She need to fuck or something

[Verse: Mike G]

Yeah Michael Anthony, I ball like the Knicks

I'm comin' just wait on it I give a tip

Gold in my mouth, so it's gold on her lips

After, she tell me give me a kiss

Keep on thinkin that there's shit you can tell us

I'm not buyin' the shit you try to sell us

Got no time for whoever jealous

Put blunts in rotation like flight propellers

I been glidin' and skating on

All of this ice til winter's gone

So you gon' see me year long

Forever too cold to sleep on

It's in my nature, keep hustlin'

I don't need niggas for nothin'

Gon and stack all that paper you touchin'

I'ma keep rolling and keep it puffing see

Fuckin' with my crew, they must wanting to

Hear about it on the news or somethin' uh

Whip up these tracks in the lab i'm stuntin'

Go super saiyan, these bitches keep sayin'

My dick game should be in top ten discussion

Hop out the whip but I keep it jumpin'

Bang on the beat man I keep it drumming

I take aim like I'm goin' huntin' uh

Different from whatever you thought you knew

Got the Porsche from Compton, paint it in blue

Take a old school, drive like it's new

Asshole by nature, Like Trae The Truth

My nigga Left gon' light up the spliff

Top notch shit, good as it gets

I cook shit, hurtin' my wrist

Eyes on the throne, I need somewhere to sit

I had a foreign bitch, like only like to fuck in my foreign whip, international shit

Got a couple stacks I should flip

Got a couple stacks I won't miss

I pass bitches stare at my whip

I need to get paid like the 1st and the 5th

My profession got me somewhere in Texas with someone else ex

And I don't mean to curse I need charms and not hexes

You looking at me then you looking what's next

And you know I'm an expert

Don't get lost, keep it in step

Step to my death, get stripes like a ref

Flag on the play, which do you choose

Got everything to gain, and shit to lose

And a long dick I'm dying to use

[Hook: Young Thug]

(Drink!)

Take a lil' sip of that Ac' (blow it)

Flood all my bitches in that

I'm in the projects without Pat

My jewelry leave them blind like bats

Diamonds for her in the back

Hit that lil' bitch from the back, she stacked

Baby like "how I do that?"

Pop a lil' Xan' and relax

All of my racks, you get wet

If he got racks, he get taxed

5-4-3-2-1 Attack!

Biitch, all of my whoadies hit that

Pussy nigga, they some rats

He swung on my pocket, they fat-no catch

But all my bitches, they brats

Take a lil' Perc, and relax

(Turn up, turn up)

These niggas up to something

She need to fuck or something