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[Intro: Future]
(DY Krazy)
Yellow tape, I put that on (Yeah, yeah)
Hold up, wait, life’s great (Yeah, yeah)
Hold up, wait, ice skate (Yeah, yeah)
Hold up, wait, crime pay (Yeah, yeah)
Hold up, wait, slatt, slatt (ATL Jacob, yeah, yeah)
20 cars, matte black (Yeah, yeah)
Surfin’ at the Ritz Carlton (Yeah, yeah)
22 pink toes (Poof, poof, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Future]
Oxycontin what I piss
(Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Flip it to the dog like a dish
(Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Accept the loss before I quit
(Yeah, yeah, accept the loss before I quit, yeah, yeah)
She slept at the house, I bought her Ruth Chris
(Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
What’s up, mate? Got cake, mate (Yeah, yeah)
Got cheese, mate, got bread, mate (Woo)
Got cups, mate (Woo, ooh), no fucks, mate (Woo, mate)
Give no fucks, mate (Woo, fucks, mate), I’m up, mate (Woo, outta shape, yeah, yeah)
It’s up, mate, I buck, mate (Yeah, yeah)
I bleed, mate, he bled, mate (Woo, yeah, yeah)
Got cups, mate, (Woo) no fucks, mate
Let’s fuck, mate (Woo)
Fucked my classmate (Woo), fuck, shit, let’s splash, mate (Woo)
Or suck that shit, let’s splash, hey

[Verse 2: Future]
Smokin’ on loud, we don’t fuck around with y’all
Wanna try this shit, let me know
We prepare first and then Columbine
Trenchcoat, under a nigga’s sleeve

[Refrain: Future & Young Thug]
Wipe his nose, wipe his nose (Pussy ass nigga)
Wipe his nose, (Slatt) wipe his nose (Wipe your nose)
Wipe his nose, (Wipe your nose, slatt) wipe his nose (Slatt, wipe his nose)
Wipe his nose, (Wipe your nose), wipe his nose (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: Future]
Doubled the cups and then doubled it up and I doubled it up (Yeah, yeah)
Jump in the Bentley, I jump in the truck and I trucker the truck (Woo, yeah, yeah)
Chuggin’ it down, I’m smokin’ a pound, I’m fuckin’ around (Yeah, yeah)
Smokin’ on loud, we don’t fuck around with y’all

[Chorus: Future]
What’s up, mate? (Woo) Got the blicky, featherweight (Woo)
Got the cash, I bake the cake, (Woo) ayy, what’s brackin’, mate? (Woo)
I just sniper, mate, (Woo) chain on hydrate, mate (Woo)
Get no sleep, mate, (Woo) I’m geeked, mate, pushin’ weight, outta shape (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 4: Young Thug & Future]
Red wings, red bottoms, I’m a fuckin’ devil (Yeah, yeah)
20 tennis chains on, not no Ric Flair medal (Woo, yeah, yeah)
I done gotta run it back, you heard what Gunna tell ’em (Yeah, yeah)
Put my diamonds in a bowl, that look like Fruity Pebbles

[Verse 5: Future]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch wanna hit her a lick, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch wanna suck on the dick, yeah
Bitch wanna get her a brick, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,)
Bitch wanna fuck on a bitch (Yeah)
Bitch wanna fuck on the clique (Yeah, yeah)
Euros on euros, I’m gettin’ it (Uh)
Step on the floor, now I’m lit (Woo)

[Refrain: Young Thug & Future]
Wipe his nose, wipe a nose (Woo)
Kick a door, keep the Ruger (Woo)
Put the pole in his ho, bend her over (Woo, woo, woo)
Then you buy that bitch a brand new Range Rover (Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 6: Future & Young Thug]
I’m so high, all I can say is “Woo, woo, woo”
I can’t talk, I barely could say, “Woo, woo, woo”
Count a M and count another one, ooh, ooh (Ooh)
Fuck that shit, I enter the lotto, woo, woo (Fuck it, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 7: Young Thug & Future]
Count a half and another
(Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can never be a facade, relative
(Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Up to the sky with my mom, brothers
(Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
They let it hit from the side, they were all cudders
(Woo, woo, fuck it, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 8: Future]
Oh, okay, fuck her good, make her try voodoo
Okay, my plug put me on, I call him Lou Lou
Hood nigga, pay it in full, I’m a black Jew
What’s population? I come from the trenches, we pray for a brick
What’s poppin’, lady? Bitches love a nigga’s accent (Woo, woo)
Pain pills, codeine, hydro, acid (Woo, woo)
I hang with some slimes, pullin’ kick doors (Woo, woo)
Outchea, outchea, quit your reachin’
Gucci socky on my feet
Sloppy toppy, keep it neat
One, two, three, I got freaks
Ooh, four girls on fleek
Ooh, bad and saditty
Ooh, ass and her titties
Ooh, that ting litty
And my Spanish ting, she bad like J. Lo (Ooh, ooh)
I crushed up an X pill in her asshole (Ooh, ooh)
50 round clip, got my Draco (Ooh, ooh)
I should, I should teach drug classes (Ooh, ooh)
I stay on my grind, Margiela ten toes (Ooh, ooh)
Money on my mind, I’m a nympho (Ooh, ooh)

[Outro: Future]
Ooh, ass and her titties (Ooh)
Ooh, that ting litty (Ooh)
Ooh, ass and her titties (Ooh)
Ooh, that ting litty (Ooh)
Ooh, ass and her titties (Ooh)
Ooh, that ting litty (Ooh)

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[Intro: Young Thug]
(BL$$D)
I just let lil’ mama suck me up, girl
Bitch tryna grind [?] of the both, girl
I jumped out the Porsche and when straight up girl (Straight up girl)
You can leave your trousers here, you know the world

[Bridge: Young Thug]
What the move?
I’m tired of earnin’ you
I’m tired of spyin’ on ya’
Tried to paint my shoes
I made it rain on you
When it was hard to maintain too
I was playin’ games with you
Like you could never play games too, yeah, woah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Drip, drip, no shoestring my sneaker, won’t trip
My jeans, they so tight, they don’t fit
Still I walk around with a stick on my hip
VVS diamonds right behind my lip
Don’t walk with less than 50 on my wrist
Diamonds so cold on my neck, it got me sick
Raf Simons mix it up with the Rick’
Flexin’ on these haters who sent me “My bad”
Made it from the soil, made it from the rags
Richer than your first, richer than your last
L U V, know I got the swag
Pop a rubber band, pop another Xan
I groove around, party pack with hand
I’m seeing double lookin’ through my lens
Tell me what you want, I just want your friend

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Diamonds they cook my wrist
Leg it, they fuck all the skits, woo
Left wrist sittin’ on a brick
Bitch had it ‘lot like a pig (Shee)
Fist work came for the shit
Grab a AK for the wrist (Grab AK)
Gorilla, rub your Bape on a bitch
Shoot your card K on a bitch (Bitch)
We livin’ state to state on a bitch (We livin’ state to state, yeah)
We never ever play with the bitch (We never ever play no)
Do everything the same on a bitch
We only pick the brain of the bitch
I thought to [?] big bills on a bitch
I got a few C’s on a bitch
I made another lead on a bitch
My diamond ’bout to [?] bitch

[Bridge: Young Thug]
What’s the move?
I’m tired of earnin’ you (Oh yeah)
I was tired of spyin’ on ya’
Tried to paint my shoes
Make it rain on you (Rain)
It was hard to maintain too, uh
I was playin’ games with you
Like you couldn’t play games too, hey, okay

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

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[Intro]
Supah Mario

[Chorus]
Jumped out the window and I fled on the cops (Woo)
Nigga had to run ’cause I had meds in my socks (Slatt)
Hit the rocky road, then I led ’em to the projects (Woah)
Whole hood outdoors in the street, they tryna stop ’em (No cap)
Fuck a callin’ card ’cause fuck a fuckin’ cock block (Yeah)
Fucked her one time, iced baguettes in my socks (Yeah)
All them bitches ’round, tryna trick me out my cock (Yeah)
Trappin’ out a four door, old Carrera with the drop

[Verse 1]
I been in the trenches, what these niggas call pork and beans
Chillin’ with the Zoes, that’s my family, they my opps
Cook it, watch it roll ’round the pot, then they come shop (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Playin’ with the Spider, they pull up and then they chop (Rrr)
Niggas ’round here funny, we cook up the bunnies (Woo, woo)
I done showed my chest, bitches say they want me
I don’t know the rest, (Yeah) niggas ain’t no slimy (Hey)
Show you the finesse, (What) everybody ’round me (Slatt)
Everywhere I go, I keep that strap like I’m horny (Yeah)
Yellow diamonds on me, uh-uh-uh, but I’m not corny (Yeah)
I am so not sorry, so don’t tell me ’bout your story (Uh-uh)
Black and white seats, Ore’, (Ore’) five rings, Horry (Horry)
MAC-10 hungry, (Hungry) you pussies are baloneys (Yeah)
I been with your mummy ’cause your daddy a jabroni (Ha)
I been in the top room at Tootsie’s, they ain’t stop me (Swear)
They know I got money, and I don’t want nothing (Uh-uh)

[Chorus]
Jumped out the window and I fled on the cops (Woo)
Nigga had to run ’cause I had meds in my socks (Ayy)
Hit the rocky road, then I led ’em to the projects (On God)
Whole hood outdoors in the street, they tryna stop ’em (Yeah)
Fuck a callin’ card ’cause fuck a fuckin’ cock block (Fuck ’em)
Fucked her one time, iced baguettes in my socks (Yeah)
All them bitches ’round, tryna trick me out my cock
Trappin’ out a four door, old Carrera with the drop (Srrr)

[Verse 2]
Big baguettes on necks, it make lil’ mama come and pamper me (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah)
I be with my brodie ’cause he won’t let nothin’ happen to me
I don’t want your baby, girl, you’re nothin’ but a scam to me
I been ballin’ on niggas like D Wade and they can’t handle me (Woo)
Broke niggas scam to me (Yeah-yeah), don’t put out my candle, leave
I just hit my grower, now we growin’ nothin’ but Hercules
I just hit my dawg up, he said he went to church for me (To church)
Ran into the opps, kill ’em ’cause they tryna murder me
My necklace look like Starburst (Yeah-yeah)
Make ’em all squirt (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Let me shop, ho, I can’t buss you in the mall, jerk (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Shoot a nigga hands up like I’m Lil Durk (On God)
I got semi-automatics on the tour bus (Woo)

[Chorus]
Jumped out the window and I fled on the cops (Skrrt)
Nigga had to run ’cause I had meds in my socks (Ayy)
Hit the rocky road, then I led ’em to the projects (On God)
Whole hood outdoors in the street, they tryna stop ’em (Yeah)
Fuck a callin’ card ’cause fuck a fuckin’ cock block (Fuck ’em)
Fucked her one time, iced baguettes in my socks (Yeah)
All them bitches ’round, tryna trick me out my cock
Trappin’ out a four door, old Carrera with the drop

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[Intro: Future]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo
Ooh-woo, I done for the crew
Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin’
I done did the jackin’, now I’m full rappin’
I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch
Had to wear the dress ’cause I had a stick
You know where the bag at, tell me where it is
I came from rags to riches, I’m the shit
I can no longer disguise it, bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I got cars galore, lil’ bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I escaped every one of the licks ’cause I was supposed to be rich
I don’t care nothin’ ’bout no cop, I’m tellin’ you just how it is

[Verse 1]
Put it in a Uber, send it to a shooter
Ask me how they do it, kickin’ shit, Ryu, Ken
Put it in a cab, send it to a Arab
Hit ’em with the MAC now, now his whole body scabbed
Cash on the delivery (Ayy)
G.O.A.T. talk of the century (Oh)
No time for gibberish, all the critics hearin’ this
All the bitches lipstick, and her pussy slippery
I can call a troop, go by the name of Duke
Kidnap a kangaroo, I can send a moose (Woo)
Niggas stole a chain, but I ain’t worried, fool
I’ma keep on spinnin’ ’til they tell me who

[Chorus]
Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo
Ooh-woo, I done for the crew
Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin’
I done did the jackin’, now I’m full rappin’
I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch
Had to wear the dress ’cause I had a stick
You know where the bag at, tell me where it is
I came from rags to riches, I’m the shit
I can no longer disguise it, bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I got cars galore, lil’ bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I escaped every one of the licks ’cause I was supposed to be rich
I don’t care nothin’ ’bout no cop, I’m tellin’ you just how it is

[Verse 2]
I don’t gotta throw you shit like Kaepernick, nah
I got seven bitches with me, Kaepernick
Yeah, R.I.P. Nipsey, I can tell you how they get rich
I can tell you how to die or how to live in this bitch
I can tell you how to talk the most impeccable shit
I can show you how to walk like you got decimals, bitch
Show you how I can get the top from all the top ten bitches
I got white Adderalls and I have amoxicillin
I got lights on, baby, I got moths in this bitch
No fly zone, caught you like you’re mouse in this bitch
Growin’ tycoon and I took some losses, you bitch
I’m a boss, but I don’t like to take a loss in this bitch (Wheezy outta here)
Such a player but I cake and cuddle all of my bitches
I got layers, I got millions, I got all type of buildings
Fuck around and air the pussy nigga out like linen
Last nigga tried me, almost got popped in Lenox
As the cops, ask the detectives, they know all the business
Ask the cops and the detectives, all the jury districts
Ask the kids at school who ambitious, all the missions
Gave the lawyer close to two mil’, he handle all the killings
I don’t know and I don’t wanna know who ‘flodged Bentley’s
I don’t know what’s goin’ bro, I think they all spillin’
We don’t speak ’bout shit on wax, it’s all mob business
We known to kill the biggest cats of all kitties

[Chorus]
Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo
Ooh-woo, I done for the crew
Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin’
I done did the jackin’, now I’m full rappin’
I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch
Had to wear the dress ’cause I had a stick
You know where the bag at, tell me where it is
I came from rags to riches, I’m the shit
I can no longer disguise it, bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I got cars galore, lil’ bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I escaped every one of the licks ’cause I was supposed to be rich
I don’t care nothin’ ’bout no cop, I’m tellin’ you just how it is

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[Intro: Young Thug]
(You good, T-Minus?)
Uh

[Chorus: Young Thug]
The Rolls Royce is grey, I’ve been callin’ it granny
I copped that Lamb’ truck and that bitch panoramic (Skrt)
I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, mama, and granny
I’m takin’ up space and they squish me like sandwiches
Fuck what I did, and fuck all the damage
I’m tryna kill you and your kid and your mammy (Brr)
I just told the judge, “Man, fuck what you talkin’”
And fuck what you sayin’, I’m smokin’ these whammies (Ha)
These Percys, these Xannies, I’m pourin’ up this Actavis (Woo)
I’m failin’ this test every time (Yeah)
I fingered this ho while we ridin’ (Yeah)
I’m ’bout to expose you with rhymes (Yeah)
I came out the slum with these guys (Yeah)
I slept in the woods with the guys (Yeah)
Get out the way when they come (Yeah)
Of course, the whole crew with the shine (Woo)

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Juice WRLD]
I just did a week in jail and I caught me three new bitches (No cap)
Before you knew Dapper Don, bitch, I was Grandpa Grippin’ (On God)
I had a million dollars stashed away in a spot on the westside (Woo)
I bulletproofed the whole car, the stickers on the windows and all of the tires (Yeah)
I gave a million dollars to my dawg, now a nigga worldwide (Yeah)
Yeah, I got a collar on my hoes
I’m puttin’ diamonds on her toes
Nigga, we came from cookin’ noodles on the stove (Woo, woo, woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
The Rolls Royce is grey, I’ve been callin’ it granny
I copped that Lamb’ truck and that bitch panoramic (Skrrt)
I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, mama, and granny
I’m takin’ up space and they squish me like sandwiches
Fuck what I did, and fuck all the damage
I’m tryna kill you and your kid and your mammy (Brr)
I just told the judge, “Man, fuck what you talkin’”
And fuck what you sayin’, I’m smokin’ these whammies (Ha)
These Percys, these Xannies, I’m pourin’ up this Actavis (Woo)
I’m failin’ this test every time (Yeah)
I fingered this ho while we ridin’ (Yeah)
I’m ’bout to expose you with rhymes (Yeah)
I came out the slum with these guys (Yeah)
I slept in the woods with the guys (Yeah)
Get out the way when they come (Yeah)
Of course, the whole crew with the shine (Woo)

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Off of the Perc’ and the Xan’ again, yeah (Yeah)
Walk in the sky like I’m Anakin, yeah (Yeah)
Doube G on me like mannequin, yeah (Yeah)
Make ’em freeze like a mannequin challenge in here (Yeah)
Me and slime dealin’ and dash (Yeah)
Kidnap the children and murder the parents (Yeah)
I went to Mexico, I brought the pesos (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fucked her, say hola, screamin’ in Spanish (Yeah)
I got the tool, no Handy Manny (Chk-chk, grra)
You and your Jack sound like you Randy (Grra)
I told that bitch to go swallow my kids
I don’t even wanna have no family (Yeah)
It’s me and Thugger, we rulin’ the planet, yeah
We goin’ harder than granite
Money old enough to fuck up your granny, yeah
I may go fuck on your granny

[Chorus: Young Thug]
The Rolls Royce is grey, I’ve been callin’ it granny
I copped that Lamb’ truck and that bitch panoramic (Skrt)
I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, mama, and granny
I’m takin’ up space and they squish me like sandwiches
Fuck what I did, and fuck all the damage
I’m tryna kill you and your kid and your mammy (Brr)
I just told the judge, “Man, fuck what you talkin’”
And fuck what you sayin’, I’m smokin’ these whammies (Ha)
These Percys, these Xannies, I’m pourin’ up this Actavis (Woo)
I’m failin’ this test every time (Yeah)
I fingered this ho while we ridin’ (Yeah)
I’m ’bout to expose you with rhymes (Yeah)
I came out the slum with these guys (Yeah)
I slept in the woods with the guys (Yeah)
Get out the way when they come (Yeah)
Of course, the whole crew with the shine (Woo)