Young Thug - White Gold lyrics

Aye (Drank) Take a lil' sip of that ay Flood all my b**hes in that I'm in the projects with that pack My j**ellery leave them blind like bats Diamonds for her in the back Hit that lil' b**h from the back, she's dead They be like how I do that Pop a lil' zannie relax I got my racks, you get wet If he got racks he get taxed 5 4 3 2 1 attack, b**h All of my woadies say that p**y n***a they some rats This won't go in my pockets, they fat No catch But all my b**hes they brats Take a lil' perc and relax These n***as up to something She need to f** or something I got hoes, no lie Got dope keep the door locked God know i'ma go hard Get embarra**ed, she won't go down (awww) Keep racks for some bullsh** Driving down Wilson Blew a track on a boat trip Im with your girl and she love me-eeee I would hang you if I had a rope By Hannah Montanas on adderalls Los Angeles, pushin' catalogs Im here for the cash, b**h hand it over Homie got whacks if you a smoker If I ain't workin then im west coasting Got a baddie keep her legs open If I hop out the Audi I got sosa Yeah, no lie Got dope keep the door locked God know i'ma go hard Get embarra**ed, she won't go down (awww) Keep racks for some bullsh** Driving down Wilson Blew a track on a boat trip Im with your girl and she love me-eeee I could recycle, recycle this I f** with trees heavily I'm dope pedalling to my gold medal- Looking like I found the treasure chest Bezzle's best, call it f**in life Gucci, Louis and it's OVO (?) inducing im on the road Got juice everywhere, came in through the package If I'm on the block, boy I got packs (yeah) If I'm on the block, bet I got that Picking up cash, no tax Im in all black, all white gold Swing low Check rifle, chain, no goals and white girl You a snake, you a python VVS cut, Diamonds (ay) Take a lil' sip of that ay Flood all my b**hes in that I'm in the projects with that pack My j**ellery leave them blind like bats Diamonds for her in the back Hit that lil' b**h from the back, she's dead They be like how I do that Pop a lil' zannie relax I got my racks, you get wet If he got racks, he get taxed 5 4 3 2 1 attack, b**h All of my woadies say that p**y n***a they some rats This won't go in my pockets, they fat No catch But all my b**hes they brats Pop a lil' perc and relax These n***as up to something She need to f** or something