Young Thug - Last Night in West Virginia lyrics

[Prod: Metro Boomin'] [Intro: John Brown] Me and my 18 goons up in West Virginia, you know what I'm saying? f** them masters, boy, we f**ing them masters tonight [Hook: Young Thug] x 2 How that motherf**in metal on your head feel, b**h? How you think them cuffs on they wrists feel, b**h? They ain't icy like the links on my wrist, b**h That sh** gon' be icy like the links on my wrist, little b**h [Verse 1: John Brown] Got the good book in my left hand Rifle in the other Manll paint them pictures Catch me icing motherf**ers b**h I been this way since I was sixteen My boys they roll up on you with M-16s Got your momma in the next room hope she listening, uh Catching bodies up and down Pottowatamie, uh f**ing up the state of Kansas like your b**h if she next to me Murder me martyr me Taking heads Til I buy that new b**h some more sh** from Versace Uh, clipping me clipping me Leave em dead Dropping them skulls on a chunky drip Rollie Uh, leave it be leave it be I ain't bout that sh** This the dawn of new century Hang man is making mistakes If that mo'f**er be missing me, uh [Bridge 1: John Brown] Shouts out to Newby, man And shouts out to Shepherd Miss y'all, I miss you, k**ers We gon' cut you out them hogs, homie We gon' k** ‘em like they dogs, homie We gon' cut you out them hogs, homie We gon' k** ‘em like they dogs, homie, uh [Hook: Young Thug] x 2 How that motherf**in metal on your head feel, b**h? How you think them cuffs on they wrists feel, b**h? They ain't icy like the links on my goddamn wrist, b**h That sh** gon' be icy like the links on my wrist, little b**h [Verse 2: John Brown] f** a peace talk boy f** discussion Blood the only sh** that change this country and b**h I goes all in You hear them church bells and you know your boy is raiding See them shells them empty clips that's just the price of banging Got my Springfield, got it strapped on me Might die tonight but b**h I'm gonna take you with me Tear up Harper's Ferry like the hymen on some virgin p**y, uh Robby Adams Six shots Double action Blood clot Beecher Bible Psalms, boy If you f**ing up my vibe You get nails in your palms, boy I'm berserking I'm reckless See your hubby there? I left him lifeless I left him wifeless I left him dickless See your boy? He was spineless The look on your face, ho, that sh** is priceless The look on your face, ho, that sh** is priceless [Bridge 2: John Brown] x 2 As God is my witness I'm k**ing this sickness Burning the masters today And we leave ‘em all skinless [Hook: Young Thug] x 4 How that motherf**in metal on your head feel, b**h? How you think them cuffs on they wrists feel, b**h? They ain't icy like the links on my wrist, b**h That sh** gon' be icy like the links on my wrist, little b**h [Outro: John Brown] Coming straight for the necks, motherf**er My boys know I keep that gat right up on me, haha