Young Thug - Far Away lyrics

[Intro] Celine gla**es Gucci red flag, ya dig Uh Aye let this mother f**a breathe before I even goddamn start you know what i’m saying? It’s mother f**in’ dripset Yeah [Chorus] Aye Let’s go far away, sh** we living it up girl I pa**ed off a highway, imma leave the shade and come f** up your world We can go far away, we can go far away We going far away, we living it up girl I’m getting high all day, oh-woah-oh-oh-oh f** yeah, f** yeah oh-woah-yeah-yeah-yeah [Verse 1] Preaching to you like Creflo Dollar, and I like it when we s** oh yeah yeah (aye) Make them b**hes break they neck, yeah watch us I got ten watches with me, yeah watches I’m rolling off a jump man over y’all I got money old money, old banks, where I go to yeah Got the three tone Patek it’s a one of one (huh) Yeah that’s my son i’m a real one (goddamn) I’m drinking this dirty, the top autovert yeah, they reading the verdict Heart hurt me the nurse say I heard that you raw dog, yeah You burning the worst sages I heard that she slobbed all yeah Now she with your brodie, yeah That front of the Cover girl You f**ing on all her friends Your pockets on fat abscess You f**ing, she on your neck Don’t call her she might go sick And she got that lock like a pick, and you think this is [Chorus] Let’s go far away, sh** we living it up girl I pa**ed off a highway, imma leave the shade and come f** up your world We can go far away, we can go far away We going far away, we living it up girl I’m getting high all day, oh-woah-oh-oh-oh f** yeah, f** yeah oh-woah-yeah-yeah-yeah [Verse 2] Choppin down a b**h yeah, like you choppin down a brick yeah Split with your clique yeah, gonna split it with your clique yeah Lick a lil clit yeah, gonna kiss a little clit yeah Kiss her titties don’t kiss her lips, don’t come around with that trick sh** If you see the house i’m in, i’m always like Terry (it’s mine) Tall b**h and she black like a berry February birthday, boy you scary (ha) Draped up in all white like the tooth fairy, yeah (got wings too) Got a brand new machete, yeah Stab him up and leave that sh** dirty, yeah I was taught to fight for it if it’s worth it, yeah And I can’t hang with them boys, they discouraged, yeah These n***as don’t wanna die These n***as scared of life (they scared of life) Catch em’ like they running wild (running wild) Shoot em’ like hurry’n’die She did it right, she did it right (ouu she did it right) She like a Heaven in the sky (angel) Flood her down with some prizes (flood her with some prizes) Them the three steps before you wife her [Chorus] Let’s go far away, sh** we living it up girl I pa**ed off a highway, imma leave the shade and come f** up your world We can go far away, we can go far away We going far away, we living it up girl I’m getting high all day, oh-woah-oh-oh-oh f** yeah, f** yeah oh-woah-yeah-yeah-yeah