[Verse 1: Young Thug] Pull up and wet up the city don't care about no feelings I shoot at your children Pull up and kill 'em don't care bout no feelings I pop out and shoot at the city I'm cooking big birds and chickens I pull up with tons and tons of them midgets I'm going far as the stars, are you afraid of heights? The sky is my limit You're bittersweet like a lemon Hey I'ma move you up to Beverly but not the Center Hey Young Thug gon' bite that fish just like its tenders The way I'm geek'd up don't know one of my members Hannah Montana, banging in red bandana 10 thousand dollars toe ring right inside of my sandals My bitch understand us, she ride with the nana She don't give no fuck 'bout no cameras (Bling bitch!) She got her a lawyer not goin' to the slammer Plus she did trial in a Phantom (Rich bitch!) Imma pull up leave it running, I walk in the club Don't play I snuck the gun in My bitch think she dreaming cause I grabbed the Tommy She thought that I grabbed on my stomach (tummy!) Cook so much dope it startin to look just like comic It could make a young kid vomit Catch a dumb ho, hook her up to phonics I'm slick and ironic
[Verse 2: Quavo] I'm taking your bitch out to Beverly Hills And I didn't give her nothing but a molly pill I'm the Fresh Prince and I live on a mansion, young nigga my daddy not Phil Me and Young Thugga we drank muddy trouble My pockets inflating like I blew a bubble When the mixtape dropping Migo? Young nigga just wait on it! You acting like undercover (12!) In the kitchen and I'm whipping the pot And it's getting thick on me like peanut butter ("Baw, glaw !") Short with the gwalla, I'm coming at you like the headhunter
[Verse 3: Takeoff] Pull up on you and your people Me and my Migos illegal but that choppa legal Guiseppes Zanotti black and white, they zebras Set the bitch off like I'm Queen Latifah In Puerto Rico kicking it with Carlito He put me on Chico he gave me a kilo You fuck niggas taking my lingo Pull up on you get my shit back like I'm repo Thugger my brother we got different mothers We fucking these bitches you cuffin' her Bet you don't know she be sucking me while you've be kissing her! Offset fucked her, Quavo fucked her, but you fucking that bitch with no rubber These bitches be trippin', fucked all my brothers And expect for me to love her! (I could never love her)
[Verse 4: Offset] Pull up and I got the Tommy aim it at yo' head I turn it to an omelette I'm connected like Vonage I run to the money I'm faster than Sonic You an informant I hang you like ornaments Got pics in my mansion Mozart did the portraits Got your bitch in the condo I'm all in her ovary 'Sace my chest out like I am with Jodeci I'm a wizard with bricks, Harry Potter, do sorcery I'm at the top and no nigga is over me Run in yo' house like I'm Jeeper Creeper Pour a 4 in the 2 liter Christian Louboutin, walking on hyena Straight out the trenches I use an egg-beater I whip up a beamer Beat it like Tina, beat it like Jackson I beat the pot my knuckle got a damn fracture Add up the digits my nigga money on top of money, fractions My niggas they all about action, no camera Pull out the choppa, it hit yo' ass hard like the judge, with the hammer You niggas is monkey That's why the choppa got a Hundred-round hanging, banana These bitches be asking me questions like 'Offset why the hell you walking on mammals?' Bitch because I am an animal Watching me like I'm a channel I got the white call it Pamela, Anderson White Lambo Jennifer Aniston Black diamonds, I call it African Offset fresher than a mannequin YRN plugged in with Rich Gang We got plenty money, diamond chains
[Verse 5: Young Thug] I drank a 4 and now I'm leanin' She drank her a 4 and now we leanin' I didn't even cry homie How I feel when I lean... How many, how many, how many, goin with me How many Ms, I got circles ain't no Mickey Ds Migos got a birdie of it Throw away the cutlass get a Panoramic Hey, Mama gotta mansion now she perfect Spared my last mill but it turned out to be worth it She just wanna do it for the Vine She just wanna do it cause she know that she a dime If you ain't got no rollie she do not waste her time I don't want your weed boy you're smoking on pines, nigga
