London On Da Track - Smash lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Ayy man, I went on Instagram, man, my mothaf**in' boy, man, he up there in Boston, shawty. I'm talkin' 'bout man, n***a got a whole see-through elevator. You know when you wanna go down, downward or upward? You know, he get the chance to really see that. Know what I'm sayin'? Wires and everything, forreal. (Thugger, Thugger!) Gla** top elevator! Woo, woo! We got London on da Track! [Chorus: Young Thug] We smash on the city, yeah you know it (yeah, you know it) We gon' smash on these b**hes, yeah you know it Flex up on 'em p**y n***as bad, boy Crispy hunnids, take your time, count it slow I'm doin' the thang, I got it bad I make it rain, we thunder bad I change the weather, they forecast it I'm back to facts, no more dabbin' No more fightin', no more strappin' No more dabbin', no more trappin' No more cappin', no more lackin' No more raggin', no more naggin' (Thugger, Thugger) [Verse: Young Thug] We goin' brazy, break the internet (hey) We goin' brazy, break the internet We Rolls Rizzle, the all white, hey We catch your b**h, we take a flight, wait The Rollie red like a beam f** your dream and your team, huh You play with anybody Turn your shirt to my skin Hey, we drip on anybody Get it kicked off the team Yeah, we richer than everybody At least that's what it seems n***a know we dippin', dabbin' We spittin' out fire like a dragon We beat it, beat it with a cannon That poom-poom look the baddest My ho from Dallas like a Maverick Go to Africa to get some karats Make her call 'em, it's no karats Fight 'em all, n***a jabbin' Cover your face, go to wildin' Take your whole family to an island Shoot him in his back, Ricky Bobby Now I know you get the picture I want you to stop all the violence [Chorus: Young Thug] We smash on the city, yeah you know it (yeah, you know it) We gon' smash on these b**hes, yeah you know it Flex up on 'em p**y n***as bad, boy Crispy hunnids, take your time, count it slow I'm doin' the thang, I got it bad I make it rain, we thunder bad I change the weather, they forecast it I'm back to facts, no more dabbin' No more fightin', no more strappin' No more dabbin', no more trappin' No more caddin', no more lackin' No more raggin', no more naggin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)