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[Intro]
48 Hertz
Dez gon’ get me rich
Prezzley P. get you popped, nigga (Get your ass popped, boy)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf, yeah
I came from the top
Big big pointers in the watch, woo
Filled up a party with some thots, woo
Pillsbury Doughboy the molly, yeah
I take the top of that Benz off
I take the top of your girl off
Richards the cost of your Murlock
I drop the top like a tanktop
I was just bringin’ the bread out
I pour the syrup out
Mix red with the green like a turtle
And a lil’ workout

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Ayy, hopped out a Maybach coupe
Inside blue and the Patek came blew, ayy
I’m ’bout to spray your boo
Knock it out the park, you can call me Babe Ruth, ayy
I put the crap on the seat
All red guts, got the crap on the seat, ayy
Paralyze a nigga in the street, yeah
Riding with the carbon on the seat, hey
I bought the new Wraith Spyder, yeah
I bought the new Wraith Spyder, bitch
Hit your own mama, don’t wife her, yeah
Heard you dance just like her, bitch
I’ma take a bar, Lil Peep, ayy
Yellow school bus in my cheeks, ayy
Rolls Royce stars in the seat, yeah
Stars in the seat, yeah
I’m Justin Bieber-ed up
The Maybach, the coupe, but I keep it tucked
They couldn’t stand down when I built it up
I’m riding ’round the town with the semi tucked
I got my bundles up
Back burner if you don’t got no tummy tuck
Money only thing my concern
I’ma come through like Big Worm

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf, yeah
I came from the top
Big big pointers in the watch
Filled up a party with some thots
Pillsbury Doughboy the molly
I take the top of that Benz off
I take the top of your girl off
Richards the cost of your Murlock
I drop the top like a tanktop
I was just bringin’ the bread out
I pour the syrup out
Mix red with the green like a turtle
And a lil’ workout

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Hey, hoppin’ out the Lambo coupe, I forgot the roof, ballin’ like swoosh, hey
Spittin’ like I lost a damn tooth, all my dawgs go roof, boy, you cuffin’ the swoop, hey
I left the streets and I went to the booth, no hesitatin’, I’ma shoot, hey
I’m ’bout to get something new, I’ma geek that bitch up, I’ma paint that bitch blue, hey
I’ma leave him dead in the street
Throw him in the river, won’t find him for a week, hey
All of my hoes, they freaks
She ain’t got my money then her ass gettin’ beat, bitch
Shoot that bitch up with the stick
Had the Glock in the spot, pretty bitch suckin’ my cock
She bad and she know that she got a fat ass
How could I not? Hey
They’re screaming my name (Name)
They’re singing my shit all in Spain (Spain)
Kick so much shit, need a cane (Kick it)
I’m blowing on good mary jane, hey
Look at my mama up
YSL hot as a sauna, we up (Sauna, we up)
Up like a Tonka truck (Tonka truck)
Not OJ Mayo, but I get the bucks

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf, yeah
I came from the top
Big big pointers in the watch
Filled up a party with some thots
Pillsbury Doughboy the molly
I take the top of that Benz off
I take the top of your girl off
Richards the cost of your Murlock
I drop the top like a tanktop
I was just bringin’ the bread out
I pour the syrup out
Mix red with the green like a turtle
And a lil’ workout, ayy

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[Intro: Young Thug]
Southside on the track, yeah
808 Mafia
Hey

[Refrain: Young Thug]
I can tiptoe in her pussy like a Loub, Chanel (Ayy)
Harriet Tubman twenties, weigh ’em up on the scale (Ayy)
Hair down to her ass, caught her like Odell (Hey)
All my hoes get Rollie Pollies, mines up on the shelf (Let’s go)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Kicked out the hotel, we smoking gas, who else, nigga?
Flooded belt buckle like a wrestler, yes, nigga
Better not try to tell me what you seen a nigga doin’
She not fuckin’ with me, then her life is probably ruined
We can leave America and we can make a movie
Every single diamond on me dancing like a movie
Make lil’ mama nut inside her pants just like a movie
Abracadaba, tight pussy, need a toothpick
Some of the fives, some of the dimes, and then I got twenties and up
I come with the vibes and some of the guys and I got a flooded Patek
I peep how you slide, I peep how you ride, and now they goin’ off with your head
They know the reward’s a hundred racks so they gon’ do all that they can
Don’t tell me you ridin’ if you not gon’ ride, we don’t got no time for that playin’
We don’t come disguised, we gangsters for life, my nigga, we showin’ our hands
I had turned the vibe my lil’ wife, she’ll never be single again
They hate and throw rice, we richer for life, I used to serve ice, yikes (Hey)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Big tipper, Big, Big Dipper
King spiller, bitch, king dripper
King killer, King, Godzilla
Fuck her every week, still ain’t seen me, Marshmello
King Kuba, King Tut, Kuba
Black truck pull up on you just like Uber
Okay, I fuck her every night and she still ain’t seen my eyes, ayy
I don’t know the vibes so I introduce the ice

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
My lil’ shawty hit a lick out a bando (Yeah)
Shawty came through ’bout tall as a man, woah (Aw, yeah)
She won’t come to you, ask, yes, you can go (Hey)
I got hitters on 175th, Chicago (Let’s play)
Man, the feds done got my M’s up, I’m gon’ on
She got hit by the whole gang, her pussy jumped on (Woo)
Baby, tell me what you prayin’ for (Uh, uh)
That shit cap ’cause I’m the real McCoy (Yeah)
White diamonds on me, bitch, I’m pale
I got a baddie, fine, out of Israel
I keep like twenty pints of Actavis double sealed
I keep some Dubai shit on deck when I’m on chill, hey

[Refrain: Lil Keed & Young Thug]
I can tiptoe in that pussy like a Loub, Chanel (Ayy)
Harriet Tubman twenties, weigh ’em up on the scale (Ayy)
Hair down to her ass, caught her like Odell (Hey)
All my hoes get Rollie Pollies, mines up on the shelf (Let’s go, Keed, talk to ’em)

[Verse 3: Lil Keed]
Yeah, I throw them racks on the blade
My baby, she mad, want me stay out of there, yeah
I drip this shit with Lil Gotit
We matching the shoes, the belt, yeah
Niggas, they know I’m the topic
They takin’ they shot like ref, yeah
Soon as you think you gon’ try me
They leaving you dead in your step
Ridin’ ’round like the army, we trippin’ cars like Carmen
My ho want a Percocet, she pop more than you and me
Man, that pussy too wet, I don’t care if she don’t wanna top me
And state your number, I don’t care if you don’t call me
I want big racks, I’m up early morning
These niggas big cat (Pussy), yeah, they tellin’ on you
Yeah, the Hellcat roll up, Keed be ridin’ on ’em
Wanna beef, I pay the cash, I ain’t got time for you, no cap, no cap

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Big tipper, Big, Big Dipper
King spiller, bitch, king dripper
King killer, King, Godzilla
Fuck her every week, still ain’t seen me, Marshmello
King Kuba, King Tut, Kuba
Black truck pull up on you just like Uber
Okay, I fuck her every night and she still ain’t seen my eyes, ayy
I don’t know the vibes so I introduce the ice

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[Intro: Kodak Black]
I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murder and shit

[Chorus]
Make sure you put codeine, in my casket
And some Perkies, in my ratchet
Wreaking havoc, like a savage
I’m just tryna catch a play like Madden
Make sure you keep your seat belt fastened
I drive wild and I really love crashing
I love drugs but I ain’t no addict
I’m lying, I’m lying

[Verse 1]
They say love is a drug, I’m about to OD
She love cocaine but she hate the nosebleeds
She’s dying, she’s dying
I’m too busy getting high, no crying
Fuck nigga better not tempt me
I’ma use his head as a centerpiece
He’s dying, he’s dying
Put an end to his world like the Mayans
Oh-oh-oh, I’m crazy, crazy
Get so damn high, I see faces, faces

[Chorus]
Make sure you put codeine, in my casket
And some Perkies, in my ratchet
Wreaking havoc, like a savage
I’m just tryna catch a play like Madden
Make sure you keep your seat belt fastened
I drive wild and I really love crashing
I love drugs but I ain’t no addict
I’m lying, I’m lying

[Verse 2]
I can’t feel my face, is it still there?
Girl let me taste, why won’t you share?
I still see your shadows in my room
Wake up in the morning and you’re not there
I see your face in my crosshairs
Cupid aimin’ at me with a gun and I’m not scared
Prolly why I fall for the same damn thing every god damn time
I guess life’s not fair
Oh, I’m crazy, crazy
This rock star lifestyle, won’t make it, make it

[Chorus]
Make sure you put codeine, in my casket
And some Perkies, in my ratchet
Wreaking havoc, like a savage
I’m just tryna catch a play like Madden
Make sure you keep your seat belt fastened
I drive wild and I really love crashing
I love drugs but I ain’t no addict
I’m lying, I’m lying

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[Intro]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Rose gold seats on a fuckin’ helicopter
Double C, no Chanel, ’cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin’ Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new ‘Rari
Let you ride it, know your route and you’re bad, bad, bad
No playin’, no Atari, I won’t play with you for nothin’
I can eat you like Hibachi ’cause you bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the ‘Ghini, now I’m ridin’
And I’m slidin’ in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Rich nigga shit, I bought my thottie a new Patek
Got a model, got a thickie, got a BM, got a stallion
Got a billion dollar corporation, fuck a Xanny
I got millions to go get and a couple bitches to–uh, yeah
You my dawg ’til we dead, not a question
But I can’t fuck with you like I want ’cause you ratted
Got a million dollars in the wall, in the band’
And got it stepped-on, got it hard, got it crackin’ on her
Half a million, I just did a warm up for half a million, uh, uh, mmm
I can buy the buildin’
I can rent this shit out or save it for the children
I can dead this shit out or give it to the villains
Somewhere they can hide when they do some killin’
All of the rides got grenade ceilings
Loaded with a ride, cost a cool million

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Rose gold seats on a fuckin’ helicopter
Double C, no Chanel, ’cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin’ Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new ‘Rari
Let you ride it, know your route and you’re bad, bad, bad
No playin’, no Atari, I won’t play with you for nothin’
I can eat you like Hibachi ’cause you bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the ‘Ghini, now I’m ridin’
And I’m slidin’ in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Paper tag, peanut butter seats, I’m ridin’
I be in the foreign, fuck with slime, we tied in (Slatt)
Different color Diors on my feet, I couldn’t decide which
Never talked about it, she done made herself my side bitch
Trash bag gang, I can put that on Elijah
Street chose me, I ain’t never had to sign up
Then we hittin’ bitches in the group, I make ’em line up
Beep, beep, beep, that’s me, nigga, get back
Real dopeboy, don’t know how to work a CashApp
How many you got? I’ll send it ‘lone, bring the cash out
I been sippin’ lean, ’bout to pee ’til I pass out
Went to sleep ‘partment, woke up in the paradise
Niggas stealin’ drip but it don’t matter, they don’t wear it right
They don’t even speak but I can see I got ’em terrified
Double R truck, come through, shit on everybody
Bad, bad, bitch, good head, hit her every night

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Rose gold seats on a fuckin’ helicopter
Double C, no Chanel, ’cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin’ Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new ‘Rari
Let you ride it, know your route and you’re bad, bad, bad
No playin’, no Atari, I won’t play with you for nothin’
I can eat you like Hibachi ’cause you bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the ‘Ghini, now I’m ridin’
And I’m slidin’ in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy

[Outro: Young Thug]
Take the four doors off of the Jeep (Bad, bad, bad)
I ain’t doin’ no swaps with a freak, uh (Bad, bad, bad)
We can handle this shit out in the streets, yeah (Bad, bad, bad)
I ain’t goin’ to a house for a meetin’, yeah (Bad, bad, bad)
Pull up in a truck, any season
Niggas never comin’ out, then we leavin’
How could nigga take a loss if he leavin’?
Quickly take off like I’m LeBron

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[Intro]
Yeah, mmm

[Verse 1]
I’m done hatin’ myself for feelin’
I’m done cryin’ myself awake
I gotta leave and start the healin’
But when you move like that, I just wanna stay

[Pre-Chorus]
What have I become now?
Lookin’ through your phone now
Oh now, love to you is just a game
Look what I have done now
Dialling up the numbers on you
I don’t want my heart to break

[Chorus]
Baby, how do you sleep when you lie to me?
All that shame and all that danger
I’m hopin’ that my love will keep you up tonight
Baby, how do you sleep when you lie to me?
All that fear and all that pressure
I’m hopin’ that my love will keep you up tonight

[Post-Chorus]
Tell me, how do you lie?
Lie, lie
Love will keep you up tonight

[Verse 2]
Oh, no, how did I manage to lose me?
I am not this desperate, not this crazy
There’s no way I’m stickin’ ’round to find out
I won’t lose like that, I won’t lose myself

[Pre-Chorus]
Look what I have done now
Diallin’ up the numbers on you
I don’t want my heart to break

[Chorus]
Baby, how do you sleep when you lie to me?
All that shame and all that danger
I’m hopin’ that my love will keep you up tonight
Baby, how do you sleep when you lie to me?
All that fear and all that pressure
I’m hopin’ that my love will keep you up tonight

[Post-Chorus]
Tell me, how do you lie?
Lie, lie
Love will keep you up tonight
Tell me, how do you lie?
Lie, lie
Love will keep you up tonight

[Outro]
Tell me, how do you lie?
Tell me, how do you lie?
Tell me, how do you lie?
Tell me, how do you lie?