[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Yo, yo
YSL!
[Hook: Young Thug]
p**y n***as actin' like they never had sh**
All these b**hes actin' like they never had sh**
I got a bad b**h, she said she always had sh**
All these flawless diamonds, yeah they're lookin' gla**y
Catch that n***a slippin', I'ma do 'em nasty
Check out my attire, this expensive fabric
And we can wrestle just like Randy Savage
My j**elry as cold as an attic
The kushy that I smoke'll blow your lungs out
I'ma walk in and clutch it like it's a war house
All your b**hes thats busted, they live in your house
What goes up comes down, my n***a, north south
I done ran up them M's without a tour now
She done stepped up her game, Christian couture now
These n***as thought that they knew it but they don't know it now
I swear to God they're pursuin' at all my shows now
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Ayy, hopped out my 'vette and hopped right in a foreign
Ayy, b**h don't get close, this a mothaf**in' warning
Ayy, s** that dick good, I'm the mothaf**in' warden
Ayy, she runnin' away from my weed like it farted
She don't wanna swallow so I put it on her neck
I beat that p**y up, she loud as a parade
I got 1 million but only 10 in the bank
I taste a sample, I only buy if it's dank
I cook fishscale, and sang to her same time like Tank
I was born in '91, 23 years old with a whole lotta stain
(5 star mothaf**a) Baby can you feel my pain?
All my diamonds need to be drained
I got a gangsta b**h that's gon' bang
And I got racks up, I can't complain
And all my dogs, they're dirty, check for mange
And all I gotta do is reserve your brains
And I'm a gangsta, my nuts, they gon hang
Who said you was straight? Boy you need to be retained
[Hook: Young Thug]
p**y n***as actin' like they never had sh**
All these b**hes actin' like they never had sh**
I got a bad b**h, she said she always had sh**
All these flawless diamonds, yeah they're lookin' gla**y
Catch that n***a slippin', I'ma do 'em nasty
Check out my attire, this expensive fabric
And we can wrestle just like Randy Savage
My j**elry as cold as an attic
The kushy that I smoke'll blow your lungs out
I'ma walk in and clutch it like it's a war house
All your b**hes thats busted, they live in your house
What goes up comes down, my n***a, north south
I done ran up them M's without a tour now
She done stepped up her game, Christian couture now
These n***as thought that they knew it but they don't know it now
I swear to God they're pursuin' at all my shows now
[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
Took the Rollie off, put the Breitling back on
Walk in the room and I cut the lights on
Why you spendin' like that? Cause I ain't never had sh**
This that real n***a Paper Route, YSL sh**
Never loved a b**h but I love money
In the church payin' my tithes with drug money...thank you
Went and got a new plug, got mama a new house
And a couple new coupes, that's how a young n***a live
Couple b**hes, good weed that how a n***a chill
Top floor, penthouse, still crackin' seals
Them Houston n***as be like, "That young n***a trill"
Them New York n***as say that young n***a ill...down
My mama always told me dress to k**
Hey, my uncle always told me pack the steel
Hey, that n***a Thugger, that's my mothaf**in' brotha
From a motherf**in' 'nother, I'ma show you how to make magic
The f** is you mad at?
Got your b**h dancin' all in my spot with no panties
I said, "b**h where your mothaf**in' man at?
f** that, where your friends at?" Dammit
Sold 50 P's, hold it, have to bag it
That little b**h you lovin' on, I been had it
Pull up in a new drop, that thang nasty
Mama call all my big booty b**hes trashy
[Hook: Young Thug]
p**y n***as actin' like they never had sh**
All these b**hes actin' like they never had sh**
I got a bad b**h, she said she always had sh**
All these flawless diamonds, yeah they're lookin' gla**y
Catch that n***a slippin', I'ma do 'em nasty
Check out my attire, this expensive fabric
And we can wrestle just like Randy Savage
My j**elry as cold as an attic
The kushy that I smoke'll blow your lungs out
I'ma walk in and clutch it like it's a war house
All your b**hes thats busted, they live in your house
What goes up comes down, my n***a, north south
I done ran up them M's without a tour now
She done stepped up her game, Christian couture now
These n***as thought that they knew it but they don't know it now
I swear to God they're pursuin' at all my shows now