Young Thug - Epic lyrics

[Hook: Curt Blow] She say she like my Audemar Beemer coupe, take off the top, baby no Mardi Gras Standin' in this kush with all this cash on me I got goons in this b**h with red rags on 'em Epic, epic, epic, epic, epic, epic Turnin' up, no turnin' down Epic, epic, epic, epic, epic, epic Turnin' up, no turnin' down [Verse 1: Young Thug] I'm a motherf**in' martian Spend a whole mil on my closet Try to sign me for 1.5? Only put 500 on marketing What the f** is you talkin'? Baby my whole crew, we're the bosses Baby my whole crew really flexin' Baby your whole crew just barkin' Whew, my pinky ring came from Venus Whew, my earlobe paid with Serena Whew, yeah, we fiendin' My whole young crew we the bullsh** They'll wet a n***a up that Katrina Uh, okay, check me how, how I ride the beat And I ride a freak 20 years old with an old soul, I survived the streets No apology Young Future, she noticed me Cause her boyfriend not cold as me I guess my j**elry mean somethin' like it's a trophy [Hook: Curt Blow] She say she like my Audemar Beemer coupe, take off the top, baby no Mardi Gras Standin' in this kush with all this cash on me I got goons in this b**h with red rags on 'em Epic, epic, epic, epic, epic, epic Turnin' up, no turnin' down Epic, epic, epic, epic, epic, epic Turnin' up, no turnin' down [Verse 2: Curt Blow] Ugh, you piped down so I turnt up I'm a geek monster, need two cups I'm a big freak, need two b**hes Get so much dope money n***a I ain't got time for livin' And my big coupe but forgot the top Made 100k like a (?) In South Beach on Ocean Drive I got goons with me and they bleed that five Spent 500 on some Robin Jeans Got a groupie b**h, she'll f** team Got three main, no (?) Not turned up to the MAS Spent 500 in LAX (?) so free my a** [Hook: Curt Blow] She say she like my Audemar Beemer coupe, take off the top, baby no Mardi Gras Standin' in this kush with all this cash on me I got goons in this b**h with red rags on 'em Epic, epic, epic, epic, epic, epic Turnin' up, no turnin' down Epic, epic, epic, epic, epic, epic Turnin' up, no turnin' down [Verse 3: Tizzle] Have you ever counted 200,000? Straight cash in a project house And these school boys would know nothin' about it FN on the Holy Bible Paranoia won't take a shower Spent 50 bands in a cool hour I'll drop the top man word law Sellin' dope, she knew double R Smokin' kush blunts while I double cup Louie belt hold the pants up Duffle bag with that tan stuff Got two spots rollin' like the blunt But that Zone 3 what I represent Red beam in my residence Protect it up like the president Say the wrong word and gone k** sh** MMG what I represent 125 where I live with Still hand in hand with that white sh** Big bells and them clean bricks Turn a regular b**h to a bad b**h Drink a whole nine to half a brick Turn a rental car to an M6 n***a I been rich [Hook: Curt Blow] She say she like my Audemar Beemer coupe, take off the top, baby no Mardi Gras Standin' in this kush with all this cash on me I got goons in this b**h with red rags on 'em Epic, epic, epic, epic, epic, epic Turnin' up, no turnin' down Epic, epic, epic, epic, epic, epic Turnin' up, no turnin' down