Young Thug - Drown (Remix) lyrics

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Young Thug - Drown (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Young Thug] (Drink!) Take a lil' sip of that Ac' (blow it) Flood all my b**hes in that I'm in the projects without Pat My j**elry leave them blind like bats Diamonds for her in the back Hit that lil' b**h from the back, she stacked Baby like "how I do that?" Pop a lil' Xan' and relax All of my racks, you get wet If he got racks, he get taxed 5-4-3-2-1 Attack! Biitch, all of my whoadies hit that p**y n***a, they some rats He swung on my pocket, they fat-no catch But all my b**hes, they brats Take a lil' Perc, and relax (Turn up, turn up) These n***as up to something She need to f** or something [Verse: Mike G] Yeah Michael Anthony, I ball like the Knicks I'm comin' just wait on it I give a tip Gold in my mouth, so it's gold on her lips After, she tell me give me a kiss Keep on thinkin that there's sh** you can tell us I'm not buyin' the sh** you try to sell us Got no time for whoever jealous Put blunts in rotation like flight propellers I been glidin' and skating on All of this ice til winter's gone So you gon' see me year long Forever too cold to sleep on It's in my nature, keep hustlin' I don't need n***as for nothin' Gon and stack all that paper you touchin' I'ma keep rolling and keep it puffing see f**in' with my crew, they must wanting to Hear about it on the news or somethin' uh Whip up these tracks in the lab i'm stuntin' Go supersayan, these b**hes keep sayin' My dick game should be in top ten discussion Hop out the whip but I keep it jumpin' Bang on the beat man I keep it drumming I take aim like I'm goin' huntin' uh Different from whatever you thought you knew Got the Porsche from Compton, paint it in blue Take a old school, drive like it's new a**hole by nature, Like Trae The Truth My n***a Left gon' light up the spliff Top notch sh**, good as it gets I cook sh**, hurtin' my wrist Eyes on the throne, I need somewhere to sit I had a foreign b**h, like only like to f** in my foreign whip, international sh** Got a couple stacks I should flip Got a couple stacks I won't miss I pa** b**hes stare at my whip I need to get paid like the 1st and the 5th My profession got me somewhere in Texas with someone else ex And I don't mean to curse I need charms and not hexes You looking at me then you looking what's next And you know I'm an expert Don't get lost, keep it in step Step to my d**h, get stripes like a ref Flag on the play, which do you choose Got everything to gain, and sh** to lose And a long dick I'm dying to use [Hook: Young Thug] (Drink!) Take a lil' sip of that Ac' (blow it) Flood all my b**hes in that I'm in the projects without Pat My j**elry leave them blind like bats Diamonds for her in the back Hit that lil' b**h from the back, she stacked Baby like "how I do that?" Pop a lil' Xan' and relax All of my racks, you get wet If he got racks, he get taxed 5-4-3-2-1 Attack! Biitch, all of my whoadies hit that p**y n***a, they some rats He swung on my pocket, they fat-no catch But all my b**hes, they brats Take a lil' Perc, and relax (Turn up, turn up) These n***as up to something She need to f** or something