[EST Gee] Throw the hood up and then we skrrt off Slidin´ in that Trackhawk, all my jewelry on, my shirt off Turn her phone on DND, on silent, all alerts off It´s a fast car, but I´m movin´ slow, I like my syrup raw Every nigga ´round me shoot that yeek and get they merch off I don´t bark, I bite, I got more paper than your big dawg Wanna change your life? My best advice a brick of fentanyl This bitch type is wife, I might just let the condom slip off Ain´t too many like me, ninety-nine percent of ´em rip-offs On point even at her spot, I never take my kicks off
Ask my opps how it feel to wake up daily and get shit on You get in your feelings and make diss songs I make at your people´s house, outside shootin´ that blick songs And I´m still good on every block I used to knock P´s on Boss, I get you chalked, my name ain´t something that you should speak on Pulled out twenty somethin´ just to let Johnny put my teeth on My money ten feet tall, but I ain´t something you should shoot at Kill somethin´, you wan´ lock in with us, I thought you knew that My plug drove the load in on a truck, next day, he flew back I talk so much shit, I need a Tic-Tac
I got five thousand for you, help me set this wolf trap Started a new strain smokin´ your man, this here a wolf pack Up on the score, but we still active like we on get-back Only thing gon´ take that pain away is if you get racks Forever get my lick back
[Future] Pluto Suckin´ this bitch titty like I´m tryna get some syrup out it Opps shot at me ten years ago, niggas still gettin´ murked ´bout it I put on so many white diamonds, made a snow bunny get cockeyed
Slime that bitch out to my crew, ho got crossed out I bet you I piss out codeine, bitch gon´ kiss it, it´s a blessing Bustdown on my freak because she suck it excellent Certified stepper, bust your head and pull a hamstring Cocaine so pure, sellin´ re-up on an airplane
[Young Thug & Future] Murder red diamond on my pinky ring (On my pinky ring) Sixty-six murders on my tennis chain (Sixty-six murders, nigga) Back and forth, yeah, I´m playing tennis games (I´m playin´ tennis games) Racks, I´m out the credit game (In and out the credit game)
[Future] (King Pluto, yeah) I got more millions than followers, nigga, I´m a big dog I dropped few dollars on Cuban links, real fentanyl I got my main bitch watered down like a fish bowl
[Young Thug & Future] Bitch just went to suckin´, I couldn´t even get the TEC out (What you tell her?) I just went to bustin´, he couldn´t even get the vest out (What you said?) I just got so mad, I went did a drill in my Redeye (What you said?) Showed the bitch the Honda, she ain´t ever seen a deadeye (Yeah)
[Future] All these diamond chains, that bitch thought I had my shirt on (Pluto) At the laundromat washin´ the money, getting the dog off (Washin´ off the dog) All this food, turn the weed spot into a doghouse (Rrr) Might just fuck a famous bitch in the bathroom at Walmart (King Pluto) I done hit so many niggas´ wives, I need a ballpark
[Young Thug & Future] Before I marry this bitch, rather give a mil´ to my mother (One hundred) Took her off the jet, now her addy on my father I´ve been dodgin´ all these nasty hoes like a Charger
[EST Gee] Yeah, so much pape´, I bribed fate to hold my karma My cause worldwide, if I die, I´m a martyr He snake me, ain´t faze me, my lick back harder I´m sittin´, washin´ my hands, dirty streets scarred us Making this money, remain flawless, I promise I´m no star, I´m much more, I´m enormous Every time they try to slide, I swear to God we spinned back Forever gettin´ my lick back, yeah