Murda - Might lyrics

[Hook: Young Thug] Yeah, yeah f** is you talking bout? b**h, you offended me I just might go 'head and let this lil b**h s** my dick till it tickle me I just might go 'head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it's chemistry Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me I heard the lil boy was plotting on k**ing me f** 'round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin' I usually don't beg but I don't want the ceiling please Oxycontin f**ing kidneys up [Verse 1: Young Thug] Molly, my cup look like bath salt And I'm too high horsed for asphalt Therefore I'm in clouds from day to dark They say that I changed, it's the cash fault Pay everybody like a cash cow I switch through the lanes like a NASCAR The Rollie stainless, stainless We young and rich and we dangerous I'm at Piccadilly's with your missus, n***a And the weed stinking like a chitlin, n***a Bend the money down like a Philly, n***a Make me catch you slipping then it's Christmas, n***a The bulletproof can take a missile, n***a I got benji on me and he cripping,n***a I done wrapped the benji in the city, ho I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity, n***a Put a swimming pool in the living room How I'm living, n***a, I ain't swimming, n***a Only thing that me and Michael Phelps got in common that we winning n***a Rock star lifestyle Your hoe's going wild [Hook: Young Thug] Yeah, yeah f** is you talking bout? b**h, you offended me I just might go 'head and let this lil b**h s** my dick till it tickle me I just might go 'head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it's chemistry Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me I heard the lil boy was plotting on k**ing me f** 'round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin' I usually don't beg but I don't want the ceiling please Oxycontin f**ing kidneys up [Verse 2: 21 Savage] Everywhere I go, I keep a chopper with me, whoa I ain't with that diss song sh**, I been a shotta n***a, whoa Hundred shotters with me, whoa VVSs on me, whoa VVSs on me, bling Badaboom, badabing Mob sh**, send the hit, shoot up your car sh** Put them blue tips in that cartridge We put them drums in them carbines We pull up on rappers and spark 'em I might take your chain if it sparkle Street n***a really came from nothing Strip a n***a like Caine cousin k** a n***a then you saying something You was talking, n***a, I was hustling We was shooting, n***a, you was ducking You was texting, n***a, I was f**ing I was betting n***a, you was bluffing Hide and seek, n***a, I was hunching Car foreign and my gun Russian Sneak dissing get a concussion [Hook: Young Thug] Yeah, yeah f** is you talking bout? b**h, you offended me I just might go 'head and let this lil b**h s** my dick till it tickle me I just might go 'head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it's chemistry Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me I heard the lil boy was plotting on k**ing me f** 'round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin' I usually don't beg but I don't want the ceiling please Oxycontin f**ing kidneys up