[Intro: Young Thug]

Ayy, man, we got DTE Troub' in this muhfucka, know what I'm sayin'

We got YSL Duke, muhfuckin' Slime Boss Thugger

We all love each other, you know

Promise

(Goose got another one)

Slatt

[Chorus: Trouble & Young Thug]

Shit, I lost another nigga, can't control it

Man, I lost another nigga, I stay holdin'

I can't fuck with many niggas, they be foldin' no, flex

Yeah, bitch better jeep her feelings in control, man

These niggas better keep they feelings in control, man

I only fuck with gangsta niggas who holdin', no, flex

Had to stop whippin' cola, cause I couldn't pay my lawyer

We not big as the law, but I wanna be bigger than Oprah

If you play, it'll cost you, your new bed is a coffin

Spend a mil', get you slaughtered

In the woods where they found you

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]

Bitches acknowledging me

My bitches just following me

I come to your yard with some B's

We pee on your log and your trees

The cook up, the cook up, the cook up

The cook up, the cook up, the cook up

The cook up, the cook up, the cook up

I cook up, the cook up, the cook up

[Verse 1: Young Thug]

We whip up them babies, cook up them babies, just look up lil' baby

I promise no lie, ice under my eye, enough with the lies

Tyin' 'em up, I'm ready to die, yeah, bitch, homicide

Me and my bitch Bonnie and Clyde

Yeah, yeah

Shoot at that boy with a silencer

Money keep growing like a lavender

Keep me away from

That's the same shit that got Bennie capped

Pool party for the bad bitches

We don't fuck around with no sad bitches

First time on the plane, I first classed it

I wan' put that dick in the back of it

[Chorus: Trouble & Young Thug]

Shit, I lost another nigga, can't control it

Man, I lost another nigga, I stay holdin'

I can't fuck with many niggas, they be foldin' no, flex

Yeah, bitch better jeep her feelings in control, man

These niggas better keep they feelings in control, man

I only fuck with gangsta niggas who holdin', no, flex

Had to stop whippin' cola, cause I couldn't pay my lawyer

We not big as the law, but I wanna be bigger than Oprah

If you play, it'll cost you, your new bed is a coffin

Spend a mil', get you slaughtered

In the woods where they found you

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]

Boy I got it on me, watch how you talk to me

Two racks for the shoes, got her watch how I walk in it

Young nigga keep chasin' them racks and I'm stalkin' 'em

Play with YSL or Trouble, we offin' 'em

Peal out the lot with the Thugga

Look at the rear view for haters, we bust 'em

No we don't cuff 'em or love 'em, we fuck 'em

We dick 'em down and we give 'em to brothers

Fuck all that muggin', I'm clutchin'

Soon as you spot 'em, they rushin'

Blowin' on gas and I know the shit musty

All these lil' bitches pretty and they fuckin'

Fuck the police what we screamin'

All in the condo, they swallowin' semen

Gave the lil' bitch the dick, now she annoying

Threesome with bitches, they let us record it

Suck on my brothers, get a Honda Accord

Bitch so bad, I might give her a lil' boy

No regular degular, pull up in them toys

Since I been rappin' I been makin' noise

[Chorus: Trouble & Young Thug]

Shit, I lost another nigga, can't control it

Man, I lost another nigga, I stay holdin'

I can't fuck with many niggas, they be foldin' no, flex

Yeah, bitch better jeep her feelings in control, man

These niggas better keep they feelings in control, man

I only fuck with gangsta niggas who holdin', no, flex

Had to stop whippin' cola, cause I couldn't pay my lawyer

We not big as the law, but I wanna be bigger than Oprah

If you play, it'll cost you, your new bed is a coffin

Spend a mil', get you slaughtered

In the woods where they found you