Producer : Nick Papz/Yung Talent
(Ayy, Yung, boy, he got that talent)
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
Yeah, this 20 a pill, ran up a check
This Patek baguetty, made twenty more mil'
Drop on the opp, got the drum on the chopper and go to the Hills
My youngin on Call of Duty with that chopper and he wanna kill
Yeah, shit ted on a nigga, did it on purpos
I tell my other niggas, 'Go with my other niggas
I take my other bitch a new Birki
Pretty white toes, bitch was perfec
**** in the back, in the back with the curtain
**** from the back, and this bitch started twerkin
No, you didn't get this shit on my Persian
Ooh, go get this bitch a new Presi', coo
I drive my car, how I'm feelin'? She outta lane, she healin'
Now she on a plane, she chillin' and she post a pic on the 'Gram, you feel it?
I know that nigga wanna kill it 'cause she in a villa, go handle Tequil
Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Jigga, woah
Woah, this that go shit (Yeah)
Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (Yeah
7-Eleven, I bought up Backwoods, sodas and Trojans (Yeah)
It's like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin' more i
Woah, this that go shit (That go shit )
This that stuntin' on niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go
My track boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no more shit (No more shit
Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' 'em stolen (Skrrt)
Rolls-Royce truck with the freak of the week
Chasin' the dreams, I'ma pass her to Meek
Nigga, I'm a wolf, can't hang with the shee
Water on my neck, wear my chain at the beach
Pull up to your block with a mother****in' thott
Every nigga with me down to go and catch a bod
Y'all niggas trappin' out the hotel lobb
Wipe you niggas nose like a mother****in' [?
Young Stoner Life, Young Thug, Meek Mill - That Go! (feat. T Shyne) - I'm on the track with a thick bitch
Yeah, I used to hustle, had to risk it
Most you niggas fried like a fishstic
If he a snitch, can't kick it
I'm with the gang and we deep
Just like a dog, put a nigga to slee
Bad lil' bitch try to send me on the snea
No TLC, but a nigga gotta cree
Shoot it like JJ (JJ), spin a nigga block like Beyblad
If I hit the block that's a payday, hurricane [?]
Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Thugger (Slime)
Killin' the crib with no cutter, feelin' like Ving Rhames, it's guns and butter
Woah, this that go shit (Yeah)
Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (Yeah
7-Eleven, I bought up Backwoods, sodas and Trojans (Yeah)
It's like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin' more i
Woah, this that go shit (That go shit )
This that stuntin' on niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go
My track boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no more shit (No more shit
Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' 'em stolen (Skrrt)
Abracadabra, my bitch way badder, my wrist out the mother****in' batter (Slatt
Fish parquet, I smoke on her face, green diamonds, I ****ed up my bladder (Yeah
Mother**** a trend, I been with my kids in the spot 'cause family matter (On God
Everything else you speakin' 'bout, might get your ass whooped like a paddle (Slatt)
Yeah, no scare, no scare without, I spent twenty mil' on a crib, paid out
If you thought this shit was rea
Got my phone, you fine as hell
In designer, but I will kill
In a [?], I can tell, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah)
My bitch, wrist clean, I flex, no, man, I am the king (The king
Hundred bands, clean up the scene (On God)
Had your wife, and you thought it was a dream
Nigga came through the door with the blin
I took off in a foreign machine (Sex)
Woah, this that go shit (Yeah)
Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (Yeah
7-Eleven, I bought up Backwoods, sodas and Trojans (Yeah)
It's like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin' more i
Woah, this that go shit (That go shit )
This that stuntin' on niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let's go
My track boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no more shit (No more shit
Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' 'em stolen (Skrrt)
Big racks, spendin' big racks, that's big business
Pull up to the club with a pole on me, niggas thinkin' I been fishin
Find me on a yacht full of bad-ass bitches like, 'Ho, I'm really pimpin'
Audio Assistant : Jonathan Bailey
Recording Engineer : A.'Bainz' Bains/Anthony Cruz/Aresh Banaji/Slice/Travis ViKo Blake
Mastering Engineer : Joe LaPorta