Goose (Producer) - Floyd Mayweather lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Ayy, ayy This real talk turn sh**, swear to God We just gon' call this sh** drip, you know I'm sayin'? Ayy, ayy Little b**h, you ridin' n***as' dick like a b**h, damn Little b**h, you ridin' n***as' dick like a b**h [Young Thug] I got, six brand new foreigns on my wrist I got six Forgiatos on my fist I got fifty foreign hoes on my dick I'ma nut in all 'em hoes, let's have some chicks n***a tried to hit a lick and missed Tried to run then I caught him like a fish I'ma catch his a** with the whole clip I'ma beat they a** up like Ron Artest p**y n***a ran like a Miss I got your b**h up underwater tryna kiss I'ma gon' and sh** and take a piss We done f**ed her legs and f**ed her face [Gunna + (Travis Scott)] Cash out on the whip I don't want no rent VVS hit off that G Star V-neck (yeah-yeah) Chop the top off that Stringray Corvette (yeah) Two b**hes with me, they on molly, they on X (yeah) Took my foreign to the club, pulled in a vip Took some ho to the hotel, made 'em strip She s**ed me loose I had to give that b**h a tip (yeah-yeah) Everybody smashed that ho, that b**h the rip (yeah-yeah) [Gucci Mane] I'm sellin' purple rain, RIP to Prince When I was behind the fence they treated me like a prince So much j**elry on, her p**y gettin' tense 1017's the ones you don't wanna diss And you can never be like 'Wop you little snitch You make me mad, I have a threesome with your b**h I'm from Custer East Atlanta, yeah the 6 I make one brick turn to two, I know a trick The walking lick, my chopper is my walkin' stick [Young Thug + (Travis Scott)] Everybody got they pa**port ready to dip, Europe UK 25,000 dollars on a trip I just-I just found out racks can use they lips (yeah) I got, I got, I got me a thirty round clip I got one in the head, thirty one rounds on my hip (yeah) Aye, okay, Lil Dora said I was born with a sk** My lawyer say it's guaranteed when he appeal (yeah) I got a bad b**h wit' me and yeah she strip [Travis Scott] Shake it, I tip I sip, I dip (it's lit) Grip, I drip I k**ed, I All I eat is lean no lie and pills (oh my God) Put that, put that in my girl (straight up) Makin' p**no videos and takin' stills Turn that, turn that to a film (drip) Yeah anywhere we go (yeah) I bring the snow I fill your nose (straight up) Ether, howdy my mamacita Stay away Lucifer, she s**y in that all white beater (yeah) Dynamite no whine up Have you fly from India, have you fly from China I won't feel you honestly, strap up for these nighters Pew-pew-pew, pew-pew-pew [Gunna + Young Thug] I'm in Vegas spendin' thousands on my chips I can't love these b**hes, fell in love the rip I was doin' this sh** just for my peers I would put inside my blood, my sweat, my tears Do this sh** all on my own, don't need no deal Diamonds flawless 'round my neck, gave me a chill Lately I've been flyin' on them Lears Flyin' cross the world, these b**hes k**in' me [Young Thug] Flood her bank account with bands cause she feelin' me n***a cash on delivery If it's a snake on my clothes then it's double G I don't like police hoes, ain't no cuffin' me All my diamonds dancin' like they Bruce Lee Check out my smile I got some new teeth Pop a molly now I'm in the f**in' air Cloud nine and I'm smokin' like the f**in' bear [Gunna] We at the Clearport, you n***as never there I wouldn't even cap lil b**h this our year I do it for my fam, 20 racks on gifts b**h we blowin' gas, roll me up a spliff Now what you think a young n***a grindin' for? I sip it till I sleep, I might overdose She made it out the hood and left that dope bowl Get them bricks from my momma, she got truck loads [Young Thug + Gunna] f** you mean you get it from your mammy hoe? Yeah Diamonds all on my chin, diamonds all on my folk Piercin' in my nose, diamond in my nose Giuseppe open toes, diamonds on my toes I just got a family pack of Jimmy Choos, damn I just bought a chopper and I'm ready to use it, damn I got a lot of b**hes comin' by the twos I got a lot of b**hes, bomin' by the few [Gunna] Big di-diamonds but we call 'em j**els All these racks think I sell dog foods I spend thousand on my f**in' shoes Pull up in this Ave, it cost the Christian Loubes n***a watch your mouth, we ain't f**in' cool Boy you sell the molly, that's a f**in' fool Take this sh** out and shoot