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[Intro: Young Thug]
Thugger, Jeffrey, Hendrixx, Wizard, ah
Dripset, dripset, dripset got the whole lit, wet, lit, wet, ooh
Slime, [?]

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Slurpin’ me up
Monica Lewinsky, ooh
Massacre, massacre (massacre)
Fuck who all in it (brrr)
I fuck with the robbers (I do)
I fuck with the shotters (I fuck with the shotters)
I broke on the red dogs
Took off and didn’t stop
Yo, money stand up through the roof
And point at that shit and say Ghost (Ghost)
I’ma slime ball ’em, I’ma kill ’em and give his momma my condolences (condolences)
Yeah, my drip gone stain like hot sauce (ooh)
No red gangs like narcos (ooh)
No slow money, no turt’ talk (no, no, turt’ talk)

[Verse 1: Future]
I was just sittin’ in the Bentley (yeah)
I got some Monica Lewinsky (I got some Monica)
I’m goin’ crazy in Fendi (I’m goin’ crazy)
I cannot trap in the Hemi (I cannot trap)
I’m stickin’ the wheel like Remmy (I’m stickin’ the wheel)
I got more syrup than Denny’s (I got more syrup)
We hit the [?] with Lenux (we hit the [?])
Cookin’ the dope like a chemist
My brothers, ain’t none but some menace
Ain’t rob me a nigga in a minute
I’m a rock star, John Lennon
Got my doors up, no pretendin’
My Aventador ain’t rented
The big Lambo look extended
Racks on me, I admit it
Gold on me like Olympics
Diamond gold an Atlantic
Hottest nigga in the planet
Uzi on me and a cannon
Swangin’ through, panoramic
Got a call, major damage
Freed my dogs, more Xanax
YSL, hang with gang bangers
Hope them niggas understand me

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Slurpin’ me up
Monica Lewinsky, ooh
Massacre, massacre (massacre)
Fuck who all in it (brrr)
I fuck with the robbers (I do)
I fuck with the shotters (I fuck with the shotters)
I broke on the red dogs
Took off and didn’t stop
Yo, money stand up through the roof
And point at that shit and say Ghost (Ghost)
I’ma slime ball ’em, I’ma kill ’em and give his momma my condolences (condolences)
Yeah, my drip gone stain like hot sauce (ooh)
No red gangs like narcos (ooh)
No slow money, no turt’ talk (no, no, turt’ talk)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Shottas, let that shit hang like a rasta
Play with that bread and we toast you
I’m a big blood like my partner
We do not play with imposters
We don’t talk to ’em, we knock ’em off
And we gon’ kiss all your partners, yeah
We gon’ fuck over your roster, yeah
And I’m still screamin’ free Roscoe, yeah
She suck me up with a waffle, yeah
I beat it up like a boss do, yeah
Uh, don’t take it personal (no, no)
Double R, with the stars and the Wraith
Bentley trunk outside, right now

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Slurpin’ me up
Monica Lewinsky, ooh
Massacre, massacre (massacre)
Fuck who all in it (brrr)
I fuck with the robbers (I do)
I fuck with the shotters (I fuck with the shotters)
I broke on the red dogs
Took off and didn’t stop
Yo, money stand up through the roof
And point at that shit and say Ghost (Ghost)
I’ma slime ball ’em, I’ma kill ’em and give his momma my condolences (condolences)
Yeah, my drip gone stain like hot sauce (ooh)
No red gangs like narcos (ooh)
No slow money, no turt’ talk (no, no, turt’ talk)

[Outro: Future]
DJ Eskimo city

[Intro: Future]
Tarantino with me
Lights!
YFBG, nigga
Every time we step out

[Chorus: Future]
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
When I step out, light show
My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
Cartiers up to my elbows
Crushed ice, nigga, night glow
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, neck glow
When I pop out, UFO
Ill rain, melee
Shoot ’em with the Draco, a AK
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, light glow
Lick, froze, whoa, whoa
Wrist real cocoa
Pinky ring, white show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show

[Verse 1: Guap Tarantino]
My wrist mean, light show
I’m goin’ green, Geico
A murder scene, might go
Pretty thing, thot hoe
I got big rocks
I’m goin’ big clocks
I fucked up big top
She gave me big top
[?]
Taliban sold that rock
Gucci tag down to my sock
[?] J’s on top
Look like 10 big rocks
I might go fuck on my side hoe
Diamonds on my neck, that light show
Shinin’ in the dark, that night glow
[?]
Let her off the leash, she like to fight hoes
Ain’t no IDs at the night shows
[?]
Fuckin’ on the team with the [?]
[?], right toe
[?]
Real diamonds on me no light zone

[Chorus: Future]
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
When I step out, light show
My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
Cartiers up to my elbows
Crushed ice, nigga, night glow
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, neck glow
When I pop out, UFO
Ill rain, melee
Shoot ’em with the Draco, a AK
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, light glow
Lick, froze, whoa, whoa
Wrist real cocoa
Pinky ring, white show

[Verse 2: Future]
Iced out lookin’ like a lamp, yeah
Ice on my wrist catch cramps, yeah
100 [?] on my neck
100 hitters in my clique
Young nigga pull up wit’ a stick
[?] camera roll, gotta [?]
Got a blizzard sittin’ on my wrist
I’m the wizard, everything lit
I wet the galaxy (yeah!)
That’s a fatality (yeah!)
Ice in my [drink?] (yeah!)
Boostin’ my stamina (yeah!)
Ice my ring (yeah!)
Ice my hoes (yeah!)
Wit’ kilos, (yeah!)
I wipe your nose (yeah!)
1000 karats (yeah!)
Had a bitch starin’ (yeah!)
I just be glarin’ (yeah!)
Are you comparin’? (yeah!)
Oh, this ain’t McLaren (yeah!)
My hoe and my [?] (yeah!)
I play wit’ them falcons (yeah!)
Like I play for the Falcons (yeah!)

[Chorus: Future]
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
When I step out, light show
My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
Cartiers up to my elbows
Crushed ice, nigga, night glow
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, neck glow
When I pop out, UFO
Ill rain, melee
Shoot ’em with the Draco, a AK
Light show
Light show
Light show
Light show
When I step out, light show
My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
Cartiers up to my elbows
Crushed ice, nigga, night glow

[Intro: Future]
Me and lil’ mama, we exchange the fuck faces
Pour the brown liquor up, made me go brazy
Coolin’ you down, you makin’ me win

[Bridge: Future]
Me and lil’ mama, we exchange the fuck faces
Pour the brown liquor up, made me go brazy
Jump in the Benz, turnin’ all 10
Coolin’ you down, you makin’ me win
Took her to Chanel, she lost her mind, went crazy
Introduced her to the real diamonds, no fugazy

[Verse 1: Future]
Chrome heart, clip, frame, that’s when you know you made it
Only way you drive it, if it’s turbo, baby
I get NBA money, KD
I can go 100 rounds, nigga, don’t play me
Designer all the way down, bitch, slay me
Automatic drip, AK me
Baddy, baddy, better than Janet Jackson
Feed ya racks, what ya expect?
Got Stella McCartney, down your back
Grey Poupon, thanks to the connect
Canary stones all on your neck
Tough man ’til morning, give me respect
Bendin’ it over, girl, I’m obsessed
Keepin’ me focused, I’m impressed

[Chorus: Future]
Wipin’ off your Louie V, bitch
Hermès on your feet, bitch
Dior on your sleeve, bitch
Red wine when you sleep, bitch
Wipin’ off your Louie V, bitch
Hermès on your feet, bitch
Dior on your sleeve, bitch
Red wine when you sleep

[Verse 2: Future]
I’m a motherfuckin’ king, what you expect?
Yeah, my Prada fanny pack is a pet
Get the bust down Patek like you Barti
I’ma spoil you like a brat, you a Barbie
Hermès on my elbows down to my knees, bitch
Look down at your stilettos, double C’s, bitch
Drivin’ a big B with the wings on your seat, bitch
Wanna be down on my team, can’t be a weak bitch
Gotta tell me all your secrets, can’t be sneaky, bitch
If you tired, drink tequila and get freaky, bitch
We woke up in the sky, G60
‘Fore you tell me a lie, we could fix this
Found too many diamonds to get seasick
Presidentials for my daughters and my nieces
Treated you just like family, that’s how I keep it
I’m a man of my word, meet me at the Four Seasons
Step your passport up, I pledge allegiance
Get your Visa paid for if it’s needed
I can’t see your ex-nigga, ain’t no reason
We all learn and we live and it’s needed

[Chorus]
Wipin’ off your Louie V, bitch
Hermès on your feet, bitch
Dior on your sleeve, bitch
Red wine when you sleep, bitch

[Outro]
Me and lil’ mama, we exchange the fuck faces
Pour the brown liquor up, made me go brazy

[Intro]
Pluto
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now?
They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now?
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out

[Verse 1]
I put a pool on top of the penthouse
You can see me now
I’m still high from the day before
‘Bout to re-up now
Nigga was broke some years ago
Fuck around, lose a cap
Had this lil bitch on a PJ
And she chewed me out
I was always in some shit
Nigga, look at me now
These bitches will have me lookin’ bad
Tryna air me out
Then I gave that bitch some cash
Over a fair amount
Ain’t gon’ never trust a bitch
Who can’t close they mouth

[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now?
They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now?
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
I just fucked up me a check

[Verse 2]
They keep talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout racks
‘Bout to pop one now
Most of these niggas all whack
They ’bout to get knocked off now
I done went way past the quota
Shit, I lost account, yeah
Pulled up, turbo on a motor
It was unannounced
Make the Forbes’ once again
The talk of the town
I got Snow White on the seat
Shit, I’m droppin’ it down
I put good dope on this beat
I’m ’bout to take some now
They keep talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout jewelry
‘Bout to buy some now

[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now?
They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now?
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
I just fucked up me a check

[Verse 3]
Get, get your money, get your weight up
Just like a shark, dog get ate up
I been told, another demeanor
I been frozen, another demeanor
Got more lights than a arena
Hit ’em on sight for the subpoena
Pull, pull up [?]
What’s the total? You can keep the receipt
I can dap up Curry sittin’ in my seat, yeah
I give her allowance three times a week, yeah
I’m out your league, yeah

[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now?
They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now?
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
I just fucked up me a check

[Chorus: Future]
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout nigga, we gotta bang it out
I keep my bitch in the house, I’m boutta bring her out
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out
I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
If you ain’t spraying for the gang then we puttin’ you out
I got my jammers inside my shirt, don’t make me bring one out
I got that thing, exotic car, don’t make me bring it out
I put ’em burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah

[Verse 1: O.T. Genesis]
Whip that soda, ice like polar
Double on motor on the motorola
Got your main thing, took her to boa
Took her to the crib, made her do yoga
I got bitches I know that you ain’t seen yet
Got the 4488 you ain’t see yet
These rappers gonna make me pull out my tennis chain
I’m back and forth with my bitches like a tennis game
I’m killin’ niggas GYG, I put ’em in the hearse
My bitch killin’ you hoes, you know she had it first
I got ’em guns I do the most, yeah I love to roast
I could’ve got the wraith, but it can’t fit my hoes
I came up way up out the mud and turned up like a key
I hit the club and valet tell me I can keep my key
I’ll shoot it out with all these niggas I don’t give a fuck
I got a hundred niggas with me, I don’t give a fuck

[Chorus: Future]
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout nigga, we gotta bang it out
I keep my bitch in the house, I’m boutta bring her out
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out
I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out

[Verse 2: O.T. Genesis]
Big face rollie, still rock
Air 15, leave a nigga hold up
Got a lotta cash, still move fast
Dope in the pot, spoon in the trash
I’m addicted to the pace, I’m a trap nigga
Why you talk behind my back you should act nigga
Make the money come back like a lap nigga
Treat you like you did good cause I clap niggas
I got shooters on deck and its real fun
Put your fingers in the air, get a real gun
Heard you got a bitch nigga, get a real one
Couple days in a month I hit a million
I done had too much to drink I done fell on her
Had a threesome with my bitch, put Chanel on her
I’m still married to the game, got my ring, yeah
Long clip beat hit his bitch, we can bang out

[Chorus: Future]
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout nigga, we gotta bang it out
I keep my bitch in the house, I’m boutta bring her out
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out
I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
If you ain’t spraying for the gang then we puttin’ you out
I got my jammers inside my shirt, don’t make me bring one out
I got that thing, exotic car, don’t make me bring it out
I put ’em burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah