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[Intro]
Earl on the beat
Like any problems, is there any problems
Yeah, yeah
Jeffery
Lil Boat

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Yachty & Young Thug]
Is there any problems (any problems)
Any bottles (any bottles)
Any models (any models)
That like to swallow (like to swallow)
Like gobble gobble (gobble gobble)
Talkin’ gobble gobble (gobble gobble)
Keep extended clips (yeah, yeah)
And they filled with hollows (brrt, brrt)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Twenty-two hoes on me (ayy)
Twenty-two clothes on me (oh)
Twenty-two golds on me (ayy)
Twenty-two broads on me (keep broads on me)
Givin’ you swag for free
Learn how to dress from me (how to dress from me)
Keepin’ these hoes beneath
Keepin’ ’em beneath my feet (okay)
I done got back on (that backbone)
I done got back on (okay)
Gettin’ my racks on (racks)
I’m gettin’ to the bag holmes (okay)
Chanel my backbone (Chanel)
Chanel on my backbones (Chanel on my backbones)
Read my texts (yeah)
Better read my texts (yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
(Lil Boat!)
Country Thomas made Billy a promise (okay)
Ayy, say he never let a bitch divide their commas (facts)
Before they got rich they was some roadrunners
Puttin’ pipe in niggas’ bitches like a full plumber
They think a nigga stupid, I’ma act dumber (act dumber)
The whip seen more donuts than the nigga Homer (skrrt)
Ayy, drop her off at 5ths, tell her take a trip (take a trip)
Then I take her back home and nut on her lips

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Any problems
Any bottles (any bottles)
Any models (any models)
That like to swallow (like to swallow)
Like gobble gobble (gobble gobble)
Talkin’ gobble gobble (gobble gobble)
Keep extended clips (pew pew)
And they filled with hollows (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Twenty-two hoes on me (ayy)
Twenty-two clothes on me (oh)
Twenty-two golds on me (ayy)
Twenty-two broads on me (keep broads on me)
Givin’ you swag for free
Learn how to dress from me (how to dress from me)
Keepin’ these hoes beneath
Keepin’ ’em beneath my feet (okay)
I done got back on (that backbone)
I done got back on (okay)
Gettin’ my racks on (racks)
I’m gettin’ to the bag holmes (okay)
Chanel my backbone (Chanel)
Chanel on my backbones (Chanel on my backbones)
Read my texts (yeah)
Better read my texts (yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Catch me fucking on a jet (woah, woah, woah)
Catch me fucking on a jet (woah, woah, woah)
Bitch, these flooded Pateks on me
Can’t buy all that (woah, woah, woah)
Flyer than a eagle and a seagull and I’m on a jet (woah, woah, woah)
Left wrist sittin’ on bricks (woah, woah, woah)
I’ll put these racks on your kids (woah, woah, woah)
Know you got a real big bag, don’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
You think about a Jag, don’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
You’re poppin’ these tags, don’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
Makin’ love to the dick, won’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
You’ll slurp a nigga’s dick, won’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
You’ll squirt in my bed, won’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
You’ll suck it through the fence, won’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
You’ll swallow my kids, won’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
Won’t you?
I was on a helicopter
Cartier like binoculars
I was feedin’ a bitch lobsters
Santan’ like Dockers
I was drinkin’ too much, err
We was killin’ baller blockers
I was drippin’ in Nautica, err, err, err

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Is it any problems
Any bottles (any bottles)
Any models (any models)
That like to swallow (like to swallow)
Like gobble gobble (gobble gobble)
Talkin’ gobble gobble (gobble gobble)
Keep extended clips (pew pew)
And they filled with hollows (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Twenty-two hoes on me (ayy)
Twenty-two clothes on me (oh)
Twenty-two golds on me (ayy)
Twenty-two broads on me (keep broads on me)
Givin’ you swag for free
Learn how to dress from me (how to dress from me)
Keepin’ these hoes beneath
Keepin’ ’em beneath my feet (okay)
I done got back on (that backbone)
I done got back on (okay)
Gettin’ my racks on (racks)
I’m gettin’ to the bag holmes (okay)
Chanel my backbone (Chanel)
Chanel on my backbones (Chanel on my backbones)
Read my texts (yeah)
Better read my texts (yeah)

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Verse 1: Price]
Met me a lil gypsy that like incense and getting tipsy
Choosing on your fella ’cause I remind her of Mandela
Jacob on I’m flexing in, but this ain’t the Old Testament
Oktane, I’m still rapping with
I can’t tell you where rest them went
Damn but I’m still alive, thank the man up high
When I’m high, sitting inside my ride I’m still a stand-up guy
Look how they come after you when you never bruised
Look at all the friends you lose when you tell the truth
Back against the wall still feel a hundred feet tall
Versace on my drawers, like Lavar’s sons I ball
Been a boss since 16 I moved out my mothers
Baby got her own green so we smoked each other out
Picked her up in Carson, we don’t fuck with Ben Carson
VVS on glow, better resurrect your soul
Work them hips, stir them grits
Country fried, shake that shit
Ah ah ah ah, it’s quiet for that hatin’ shit

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Verse 2: Oktane]
She thicker than a snicker and that thang got that grip
Don’t need no Lamborghini just Mustang that’s that whip
They hate on you then shake your hand, damn that’s that shit
We coming in, busting through the line, that’s that bliss
Smooth nigga with the best flow
By the time you get it it’s a retro
Up down, up down
She go up down up down
New sound what now?
They said they put us on a black list
Couldn’t tell got back in
Now we call that black magic
She hit the pole pay the bills
I don’t judge, don’t judge
Everywhere I go I show love, everywhere I go I blow buds
I don’t go to no clubs
Gotta be somebody birthday
Your best day my worst day
I dress like it’s first day
Focus in the work place
Put it all in my face
Got it all back there girl
Don’t let it all go to waste
Just landed with a fly camera
You swerve the ship, I’m a Titanic
When I go down, do not panic
Take you out your body I’m outstanding

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Verse 1: Price]
Met me a lil gypsy that like incense and getting tipsy
Choosing on your fella ’cause I remind her of Mandela
Jacob on I’m flexing in, but this ain’t the Old Testament
Oktane, I’m still rapping with
I can’t tell you where rest them went
Damn but I’m still alive, thank the man up high
When I’m high, sitting inside my ride I’m still a stand-up guy
Look how they come after you when you never bruised
Look at all the friends you lose when you tell the truth
Back against the wall still feel a hundred feet tall
Versace on my drawers, like Lavar’s sons I ball
Been a boss since 16 I moved out my mothers
Baby got her own green so we smoked each other out
Picked her up in Carson, we don’t fuck with Ben Carson
VVS on glow, better resurrect your soul
Work them hips, stir them grits
Country fried, shake that shit
Ah ah ah ah, it’s quiet for that hatin’ shit

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Verse 2: Oktane]
She thicker than a snicker and that thang got that grip
Don’t need no Lamborghini just Mustang that’s that whip
They hate on you then shake your hand, damn that’s that shit
We coming in, busting through the line, that’s that bliss
Smooth nigga with the best flow
By the time you get it it’s a retro
Up down, up down
She go up down up down
New sound what now?
They said they put us on a black list
Couldn’t tell got back in
Now we call that black magic
She hit the pole pay the bills
I don’t judge, don’t judge
Everywhere I go I show love, everywhere I go I blow buds
I don’t go to no clubs
Gotta be somebody birthday
Your best day my worst day
I dress like it’s first day
Focus in the work place
Put it all in my face
Got it all back there girl
Don’t let it all go to waste
Just landed with a fly camera
You swerve the ship, I’m a Titanic
When I go down, do not panic
Take you out your body I’m outstanding

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Verse 1]
You’re not wanting anybody wanting you
I get it, all is fair
But I’ve been biting all my cherry hearts in two
You don’t even care

Won’t you ever come down from the big rock I found you climbing
Stowing your diamonds away

[Chorus]
You kissed me once
When we were drunk
It left me spinning on my heels
Called the devil for a deal
You kissed me once
When we were drunk
My head went rolling on the floor
Past the window, out the door

[Verse 2]
Once I said it I knew I would regret it too
It’s just too much to share
Now you’re fading, sailing in the night
For the boy who wasn’t there

I’m a practical guy
But sometimes I can fly off the handle
Thinking in scandalous ways
I’ve never done time
But I’ve done the crime of wanting
Something that never could stay

[Chorus]
You kissed me once
When we were drunk
It left me spinning on my heels
Called the devil for a deal
You kissed me once
When we were drunk
And now I’m nervous when we meet
I got nothing under my feet

[Outro]
You kissed me once
When we were drunk
It left me spinning on my heels
Called the devil for a deal
You kissed me once
When we were drunk
My head went rolling on the floor
Past the window, out the door

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