[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah
We some real million dollar n***as, n***a
Official, like [?]
You know what I'm saying?

[Chorus: Young Thug]
N***a trying to creep inside your grave, man
Fuck it, buy a Benz on his ass (Aye)
Fuck that hoe, you know I been smashed
I'ma skeet off with 200 on my dash (Aye)
Fuck school, ain't never went to class
Fuck a teacher, I was thumbin' on they ass (Aye)
Hundred rounds right inside a tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat, yeah (Aye)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Million off of rapping, we'll kill 'bout this shit (Kill 'bout it)
Like we playing hockey, in the field with them sticks (Aye)
I could give a fuck 'bout how you feel 'bout that bitch
If you trip about that hoe you might get killed 'bout that bitch (Facts)
We be in the kitchen milly rockin' (Milly rockin', woah)
Say he want to see it, let him watch it (Let him watch it, woah)
Cook it in, it fеlt like Benihanas (Whip it, whip it)
Way too many guns, too many commas
And that choppa spit that bitch out like Dеsiigner (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
I stay with that Uzi like I'm Drama (Woah, woah, woah)
Walk up on that n***a like, "What's Brackin'?" (Like, "What's poppin', pussy?")
Headshot, somebody call his mama
Bitch you talking to the patek rockin'
12 punching, rockin' Gucci like I'm advertising
Well wishes to them pussy n***as mad I got it
Hated on me with my chicken, tried to sabotage me (Ha')
Real n***a, never die, never lie
We got weed, we got bars, we got coke
Tell the team on your broads, send my dawgs off the rope
My machine ringing off, like a phone off the hook (Off the hook)
Some shit that you was doing for a look
Get your man smoked (Brrt)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
N***a trying to creep inside your grave, man
Fuck it, buy a Benz on his ass (Skrt, skrt, aye)
Fuck that hoe, you know I been smashed
I'ma skeet off with 200 on my dash (Smash, aye)
Fuck school, ain't never went to class
Fuck a teacher, I was thumbin' on they ass (Okay, aye, okay)
Hundred rounds right inside a tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat, yeah (pew-pew-pew, boom, boom, aye)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I'm changing up
100 racks or more, bitch [?] trust
Draco with my trench, [?] gon fuck round and get bust
First time I got a deal, I lost my heart ain't got no luck
Bitch I am in Philly like a Philippine yeah
Play the cold shoulder on a n***a, cause I know they fake
I got nothing for no n***a, cause I know they leeching
My whole crew feasting, and ya'll n***a ain't eat yet
I'm geeked up and I am leaning, and I am trying to pace
Your boss is Tommy Hilfiger, like you will know he racist
I got a diamond ring and that bit look like the equator
Bling bling bling, like water baby

[Chorus: Young Thug]
N***a trying to creep inside your grave, man
Fuck it, buy a Benz on his ass (Skrt, skrt, aye)
Fuck that hoe, you know I been smashed
I'ma skeet off with 200 on my dash (Smash, aye)
Fuck school, ain't never went to class
Fuck a teacher, I was thumbin' on they ass (Okay, aye, okay)
Hundred rounds right inside a tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat, yeah (pew-pew-pew, boom, boom, aye)