[Intro: Young Thug]
Woo
(Tsunami)
Spider, SEX
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah (Woo)
Yeah (Woo), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
The price I want for a show, you 'gon need three promoters (Woo)
I got the body from Jim Ellis, but I had switched the motor (Skrrt)
I got these bad ass bitches riding 'round this bitch and they all the coldest (Yeah)
I just told her make a store run (Yeah)
I just bought all the Trojans (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
I told her stay out my mentions (Yeah)
I told her stop telling everything she seen and told her, "Meet me at the Ritz" (Let's go)
I got baguettes in the back of my ring and I wasn't even tryna hit (Tryna hit, yeah, yeah)
I told her she gotta run through the team before she can talk to the lick ('Fore she can talk to the, yeah)
Lamb chop, I just pulled up in some food (Skrrt, skrrt)
I told lil' mama, "Tie all my shoes" (My shoes)
Showed her two million cash, now she woozy (Woah)
Twenty watches and I'm still snoozin' (Twenty)
I had came up out the trenches, then I had beat a few bodies like Boosie (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woah, woah)
She said, "You murk 'em, I show you my coochie"
I had to sing to this bitch like lil' Toosii (Woo)
[Verse 2: Gunna & Young Thug]
All this Biscotti I got in my 'Wood, need somebody grow me a tree (Tree)
Came out the hood, now my trunk got a hood, now I crank up the car with no keys
Beat it, she for the street-neet-neets
Only once, she got hit at the 'spinini
I feel a lil' rich this week, to influence my family to not be cheap (Be cheap)
I tote an FN on me, call Neechie-Neech, it’s a Glock he keep
Duke Rollin' 60's, he locked in C's
We roll in that coupe with the bucket seats (Bucket seats)
Got out that mud like a football cleat
I used to trap out of that four-door Jeep (Four-door)
Call up the plug and he know what I need (Know what I need)
Stay on her knees so we hardly speak (Hardly speak, yeah)
I'm in New York counting shmoney (Yeah)
Ain't the stuntman, but I'm stuntin' (Yeah)
Wunna, these vibes wanna love me (Yeah)
Not wifey, and no lovey-dovey
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah (Woo)
Yeah, yeah (Ski)
Yeah, yeah (Ski)
Yeah, yeah (Let's go)
[Post-Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Bitch had an Act' stain on her jeans, I know she fucking with Thugger (Yeah, yeah)
I fuck with slatts and we come to eat rats, and I came with some fuckin' piranhas (Yeah)
[Chorus: DC The Don]
Like hold on, fuck it
I fell in love with a destiny child, she like LeToya Luckett (Yeah)
Spider Worldwide on me baby, this Dior cologne and I know that she love it (Whoa)
This not a TED Talk convention or none of that shit, I ain't tryna discuss it
'Cause I'm smoking something that grow off the Earth right now and it smell like a lotus
Big boss man Don I'm the POTUS (Yeah, Yeah)
And I know they been hating for a long while, but I'm sorry girl, I never noticed (Yessirski, yeah)
[Verse 3: DC The Don]
Bitch got a biker coat and Rick Owens, I know she fuckin' with Donny (Yessirski)
Rag3 Kidd jeans and some big guap on me, stack that bitch up, origami, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Thrown as a bitch, I came here, now, what's up? (Okay)
She in my face, she a vibe kill, stoppin' it
I'm off them jiggas, I don't give a fuck
Said she not from my hood, she ain't grow up like us (Okay)
Hit that bitch from the back now she throwin' it up
Nigga fuck yo set, on my momma, I'm droppin' it
When we back in yo city, we blowin' it up
Give it up (Yeah!)
Ain't it crazy how that nigga rich and he still make it jump? (What!?)
Double dutch (Whoa)
Do you think you the shit or some'? What the fuck do you think?
Pretty much
Nigga turned to an opp pack, tryna be tough, shit, it is what it was
I'm the type of nigga turn a bitch up, Kurt Angle (Gang)
Stomp on 'em all, yeah, I know them niggas hating, like hold on
The fuck? That ain't all of your paper, like hold on
He livin' his life like a fanboy
This type of shit, I got all type of flavors
Walked in the party rockin' all Murakami, yeah
Please, stay the fuck off my body
Bitch, I'm MJ, I'm not Scottie
Hit her DMs, now I feel like Yo Gotti
Watch this, yeah
She just be cookin'
And she whippin' that bitch, she gon' pop wrist, yeah
I was just lookin'
That's a bad lil' hoe in that mosh pit, yeah
Give that sloppy toppy, she a thotty, thotty
She can't feel nobody
I peep shit with one eye like I'm ladi dadi
We gon' pop this bitch once, we got body, bodies
I stay ten toes down like I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Shit, we can go body for a body
Lick for a lick
Highest in the room, I was off the shits
Watchin' cartoons, I ain't hearin' shit
The feds did a sweep, they mad we gettin' rich
Switched the scenery, I'm tryna die lit
Almighty Sosa, I'm finally gettin' rich (Whoa)
I just had to let you to know, whoa, whoa (Yeah!)
This a whole new Don, he gon' do what he 'posed to, oh whoa (Yeah)
I ain't back in Milwaukee, I'm tryna go global, whoa, whoa
I ain't make Rolling Loud, but I'm still rolling loud
When I get on that hoe, bitch, I'm shuttin' it down
[Chorus: DC The Don]
Like hold on, fuck it (Yeah!)
I fell in love with a destiny child, she like LeToya Luckett (Yeah, yeah)
Spider Worldwide right on me baby, this Dior cologne and I know that she love it (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
This not a TED Talk convention or none of that shit, I ain't tryna discuss it
'Cause I'm smoking something that grow off the Earth right now and it smell like a lotus
Big boss man Don I'm the POTUS (Go)
And I know they been hating for a long while, but I'm sorry girl, I never noticed
[Post-Chorus: DC The Don]
One time to my mom, I'm the oldest
Came a bag in from him, now a nigga exploded
I was hungry as fuck, now I kinda feel bloated
Had to get off the block, I ain't leavin' no notice
I'm a lion, lil' bitch, I can never be goated
[Outro: DC The Don]
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
(Whoa, yeah)
Woo