Send Her Back lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
From Atlanta, to LA, to New York, know what I'm sayin'?
Young successful livin', you know what I'm sayin'?

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done project my mattress, I done f*cked lil Jasmin
I had payed for her classes, I done paid for her lashes
Yea she feel like a savage, it get better than [?]
Sky high price on the jacket, I didn't have to upgrade the dash
I didn't have to front, I'm no backend, put tint on the 'ghini, f*ck braggin'
I spent half a mill on just one necklace
And I was fine with f*ckin' my bestie
And my hoes are jazzy, b*tch I had less than a dime
I'm just a snake in your grass yeah, I likе blood on my glasses

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Shes just a tropical Kanye, shе got potential for sum yea
I put my hand on her throat yeah, now she got diamonds on her tongue yea
I put Chanelly on her mom yea, The pocket [?] cream like c*m yeah
Rose gold knife in the camp yea. bet a n*gga get stabbed yea
I been filling my pockets with salary
I done switched to a whole nother major league
I been filling this backwood with hella trees, paper trail on the road
I been chilling with all type of energy while I travel the world
What's your name baby? Let's make some chemistry
I been loving the way that you into me
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done project my mattress, I done f*cked lil Jasmin
I had payed for her classes, I done paid for her lashes
Yea she feel like a savage, it get better than [?]
Sky high price on the jacket, I didn't have to upgrade the dash
I didn't have to front, I'm no backend, put tint on the 'ghini, f*ck braggin'
I spent half a mill on just one necklace
And I was fine with f*ckin' my bestie
And my hoes are jazzy, b*tch I had less than a dime
I'm just a snake in your grass yeah, I like blood on my glasses

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I got boogers sitttin on my chest, yellow booger sittin on my b*tch
I'm assassin better not trip, I got bad sh*t nun off the rip
[?], [?] hips, sent her back, she had too much lip
You got two cars, both 'em got flipped
I got twenty cars nun of em got flipped, he got my back, then you know what it is
I shot back cause a f*ck n*gga missed, never ratted go stack you sum chips
Yellow Cartier bracelet dip
Flooded beeper, 1986
One of one Cartier and it's swiss
In my Rolls Royce truck with a .6 drum
Got the fold like chairs, the big one, cop a trolly, you gon' end up missin'
When you punch man, a Rollie on your fist sh*t
Saw the cop, and I told him he hit this
Called a opp, and I turned him to Ricky
Like Big Worm, put a perm on these b*tches
Need a coke, and a dope, at the riches
Over half a mil' for Aventador, I don't give no f*ck 'bout what you whippin' in
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done project my mattress, I done f*cked lil Jasmin
I had payed for her classes, I done paid for her lashes
Yea she feel like a savage, it get better than [?]
Sky high price on the jacket, I didn't have to upgrade the dash
I didn't have to front, I'm no backend, put tint on the 'ghini, f*ck braggin'
I spent half a mill on just one necklace
And I was fine with f*ckin' my bestie
And my hoes are jazzy, b*tch I had less than a dime
I'm just a snake in your grass yeah, I like blood on my glasses

[Verse 3: Bay Swag]
All of these V's in my necklace
Pockets so fat like Precious
I was broke, used to pull up in a Lexus
Lo Mein with the [?], f*ck breakfast
Me and Slime in LA, livin' epic
My hitters got sticks, they reckless
And we stackin' these bags like Tetris
Versace where I sleep from a mattress
Louboutin bling high, n*gga be spiked up
Mosh pit at my show, they love when I pipe up
Ballin', no budget, they wanna be like us
Amiri drippin' how a n*gga be mic'd up
Cartier ring it fightin' like Tyson
[?] shoot, no we ain't with the fightin'
Bust down Rollie, not rockin' no Breitling
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done project my mattress, I done f*cked lil Jasmin
I had payed for her classes, I done paid for her lashes
Yea she feel like a savage, it get better than [?]
Sky high price on the jacket, I didn't have to upgrade the dash
I didn't have to front, I'm no backend, put tint on the 'ghini, f*ck braggin'
I spent half a mill on just one necklace
And I was fine with f*ckin' my bestie
And my hoes are jazzy, b*tch I had less than a dime
I'm just a snake in your grass yeah, I like blood on my glasses

[Verse 4: Lil Duke]
They cannot f*ck with me
All of my b*tches, they stuck with me
n*ggas be talkin', but know ain't no touchin' me
Couple bad b*tches will never give up on me
Send my lil' b*tch to come put that good love on me
We do not look for no handouts, you askin' for money we cut off yo hand (Slatt)
YSL b*tch, thinkin' 'bout goin' and cop me some land
Trap house b*tch, I gotta go get some more rubber bands
'member back then when I didn't have no plans
Sellin' out shows now we runnin' from fans
I double C on Chanel, if I ever get caught get caught, I swear I will not tell
She want that di*k when she see me and my n*ggas we winnin', took too many L's

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done project my mattress, I done f*cked lil Jasmin
I had payed for her classes, I done paid for her lashes
Yea she feel like a savage, it get better than [?]
Sky high price on the jacket, I didn't have to upgrade the dash
I didn't have to front, I'm no backend, put tint on the 'ghini, f*ck braggin'
I spent half a mill on just one necklace
And I was fine with f*ckin' my bestie
And my hoes are jazzy, b*tch I had less than a dime
I'm just a snake in your grass yeah, I like blood on my glasses