[Intro: Young Thug]
Mike Willy with me n***a
Thugger, Thugger, baby
I'm out in the booth eating candy and sh**
Can't get enough, (Can't get enough)
Eeeeeeeeeeeee
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I co*k back the stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your a** home
No matter what, you can't take me off the throne
Aye I f** with your sh** but I don't know what you on
What you on?
What you on?
What you on?
Aye I f** with your sh** but I don't know what you on
What you on?
What you on?
What you on?
Yeah I f** with your sh** but I don't know what you on
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
That was a mistake, I didn't mean to say that
I f** on that b**h and she don't tell no one, I don't play that
I'm real, I just told you so you can know where your lil' bae at
And if you ever play about that lil' b**h, I'll beat you like where Zay at
They say no one do it better, motor geeked up all etcetera
Hop out with thousands of predators
I'm hungry, I want some competitors
And that sh** get fly like a pelican
I'm in LA, I want me some editors
Don't step on this landmine
I'm geeked out my mind, I'm not mankind
But this stick I'ma blast mine
Your b**h a tutor, you can cla** mine
Chanel first, no you can't last mine
Didn't I tell you 'bout that last time
I'm eatin' so good, it's that crab time
I had me some cheese, yeah, I Kraft mine
Barter 6, n***a, halftime, halftime (Blatt)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I co*k back the stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your a** home
No matter what, you can't take me off the throne
Aye I f** with your sh** but I don't know what you on
What you on?
What you on?
What you on?
Aye I f** with your sh** but I don't know what you on
What you on?
What you on?
What you on?
Yeah I f** with your sh** but I don't know what you on
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Pull up on a b**h, in that foreign with exhaust
I just kicked that b**h up out my car and made her walk
No, I'm not from Texas but I pull up kickin' sauce (ooooohhh weeeee)
Christmastime, I spent half a ticket for Jack Frost
I stuff that b**h in a fender bender
Bend that b**h over like sinner sinner
f** the police, man they tryin' to k** us
But I think they know that them slimes are k**ers (SLIME)
Yeah I think they know that them slimes are thriller
The lots and lots lots of n***as
f** em all like we some thottie n***as
I need four wheels like a tri-cycle
f** on her friend and she know it, she know it
I bought a Jag and then show it, then show it
'Cause I really love it, didn't do it to show it
Bought a G-Wag for my boys, my boys
f** a car note, I don't owe her nothing oh
Lactose intolerant, Bae I'm spoiled, I'm spoiled
Take me some bars and take off to the stars
I done got so high, man, I think I see God (Hey Baby)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I co*k back the stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your a** home
No matter what, you can't take me off the throne
Aye I f** with your sh** but I don't know what you on
What you on?
What you on?
What you on?
Aye I f** with your sh** but I don't know what you on
What you on?
What you on?
What you on?
Yeah I f** with your sh** but I don't know what you on
[Outro]
Pull up on your b**h in that foreign with exhausts (Skrr)
Pull up on your b**h in that foreign with exhausts (Skrr)
Pull up on your b**h in that foreign with exhausts (Skrr)
With exhausts (Skrr)
With exhausts (Skrr)