[Chorus: Young Thug]
Aye (Drink!)
Take a little sip of that act' (Blow it!)
Flood all my b*tches in that (Then what?)
I'm in the projects without pat
My jewelry leave them blind like bats (Bling!)
Diamonds for her in the back (Blow!)
Hit that little b*tch from the back
She stack
And b*tch like "How I do that?" (What)
Pop a little xan' and relax!
Look at my racks you get wet
If he got racks he get text
Five, four, three, two, one a tech (b*tch)
All of my woe they sit back
pus*y n*ggas they some rats
He swung on my pockets they fat, no cash
But all my b*tches they brats
But all of my b*tches they practice
Take a little perc' and relax!
Turn up, turn up
These n*ggas up to something
She need to f*ck or something
(Verse 1) Lil Pezzy
Tight The Opponent With My Swag
Get Cocaine On My Bread
Just Lil Syrup so i don't Care
Just, Am tryna be men
Yea Mofasar with my song
These n*ggas trouble my gun
Just wanna play with my porn
So i don't get scared with the gun
Got lil syrup and cocaine
Get some bad thing in me
No i don't play within
Greeting to father uzi
Thugger Thugger we friends
Porka Porka we the men
I ain't tryna be alone again
So i don't play with my fans
You ain't got swag than me
I Just wanna be with lil uzi vert
School ground yeah i don't play
Mofasar baby imma king
Yeah i got to say again
Mofasar baby imma king
I made this sh*t look easy
Force whatever you can
Made it cut it with my baby
Imma get imma crazy
I go tell lil zay zay
I make it look so amazing
I burnt the third with my red eye
It go sound like im men rite
I go dumb so i rewrite
I will turn so i will be right back,,
IT LOOK AMAZING...
THIS sh*t SO AMAZING..
Tight The Opponent With My Swag
Get Cocaine On My Bread
Just Lil Syrup so i don't Care
Like, Am tryna be men
Yea Mofasar with my song
These n*ggas trouble my gun
So i gotta play with my porn
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Aye (Drink!)
Take a little sip of that act' (Blow it!)
Flood all my b*tches in that (Then what?)
I'm in the projects without pat
My jewelry leave them blind like bats (Bling!)
Diamonds for her in the back (Blow!)
Hit that little b*tch from the back
She stack
And b*tch like "How I do that?" (What)
Pop a little xan' and relax!
Look at my racks you get wet
If he got racks he get text
Five, four, three, two, one a tech (b*tch)
All of my woe they sit back
pus*y n*ggas they some rats
He swung on my pockets they fat, no cash
But all my b*tches they brats
But all of my b*tches they practice
Take a little perc' and relax!
Turn up, turn up
These n*ggas up to something
She need to f*ck or something