[Intro: Young Thug & Problem Child]
(Which X-9[?])
This ho sorry on my phone, slime (Gang shit)
(What? I didn't hear you) I wasn't talkin' to you
You know what I'm sayin', fool (Fuckin' Problem Child)
Homicide, yeah (Lil bitty bitch, shit)
Hol'up, hol'up, slime, n***a (Gang shit, hey)

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
Playin' with us, playin' with it
N***a get, n***a get hit
Catch your bitch, turn her to a, money gettin' bitch (That light-skin bitch with tattoos everywhere be textin' me, you know what I'm sayin'?)
N***a we'll take yo' bitch from you (Splatt, splatt, woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
N***a, slatt-slatt
Play with them slimes or that Homixide Gang, n***a hittin' ya back
Speakin' of back, I'm ridin' 'round town with a new Maybach
'Bout to peter-roll for a n***a to get whacked
Homixide Gang, YSL slimes, n***a, slatt-slatt
Yeah, that AK, that AR, that FN, that pump make a n***a lean back
I just had a dream I was servin' them keys, but ain't goin' to that, ayy
That AP, the Rollie, the Patek, we layin' in your bushes with that, bitch
We pull on your street, bring them brand new rappers with them hitters in the back

[Verse 1: Problem Child]
Hit a man, man they know what to do
You play with me, n***a, we shoot up the coupe
The hard top, we gon' chop off the roof
On Slauson Ave, man, they killin' for Troup
Homicide man, I pull up with sticks
You play with me n***a and get found in a ditch
Chill slime, man that n***a ain't slick
I'm ridin' with ya 'til the wheels don't spin
N***as be talkin' 'bout they ready for smoke
UPS sticks sent to the door
You can hide but I'll come for your folks
Play with me n***a, your ass gotta go
Saint Laurent, man, it's down to the feet
Play with me n***a, there wouldn't be beef
The type of beef where your momma can't sleep
Your stomach hurtin' and she barely can eat
Play with me n***a, your ass gotta go
Strippin' these n***as up out of they clothes
A shiesty n***a, man, I come for the dough
Serve you Friday, then I'm wipin' your nose
Homixide, n***a, they know that I'm slick
Play with me n***a, I stay with the stick
AP's what I call a Philippe
Call my phone, you ain't gettin' back shit
Them Percocets, they had me geekin', I'm so wild
I'm ready to stand up and throw water in the crowd
My diamonds singin', when you lookin' they so loud
I know my momma sittin' right there, and yeah, she proud
N***a play 'round but don't play with me
I'm a young OG and I'm still in the streets
A hundred thousand on me, I'ma get to a freak
I fucked her out and I put her to sleep
Bust down, I done put in my work
Play with me n***a, you gotta get hurt
All black, momma sittin' in a church
Coffin closed, gon' put it in a hearse
[Chorus: Young Thug]
N***a, slatt-slatt
Play with them slimes or that Homixide Gang, n***a hittin' ya back
Speakin' of back, I'm ridin' 'round town with a new Maybach
'Bout to peter-roll for a n***a to get whacked
Homixide Gang, YSL slimes, n***a, slatt-slatt
Yeah, that AK, that AR, that FN, that pump make a n***a lean back
I just had a dream I was servin' them keys, but ain't goin' to that, ayy
That AP, the Rollie, the Patek, we layin' in your bushes with that, bitch
We pull on your street, bring them brand new rappers with them hitters in the back

[Verse 2: Problem Child]
Play with me, n***a, they know how it go
Homixide, man, they ready to go
Cop deuces when I come to the show
You ain't want smoke, man, I already know
Homixide, n***a, he ready to hit
Play with me, n***a, I stay with the shit
Gang in this bitch and we wreckin' this shit
Sweet n***a, he gon' turn to a lick
N***as be talkin' 'bout they havin' the money
Play with me, n***a, they know how we coming
Shotta n***a, man, I come for the ganja
Take the weed, n***a, leave me the money
Ha, n***a, you stupid, you know I ain't goin' for that shit, oh no
This some shit just to get in the door
I pray to God I don't go back to dope
Took a chance when I was stuck on the road
The migo called, say he got me a loaf
Took the bag, then I'm goin' back home
Trap what? This a burner flip phone
Homicide, n***a, I stay with some ghosts
They ready pull up and go shoot up a show
I told him "Chill, we gon' get us some dough"
When I make it out, we ain't kickin' no door
Treat them n***as, man, they just like my brothers
Pray to god if you try to go touch us
Take what? We ain't goin' for nothing
They must don't know what we did for the money
Young n***a but I stay on my grind
Bust down, I can't tell you the time
All of my n***as, they wanna go slime
Crease your body, get hit with the iron
[Chorus: Young Thug]
N***a, slatt-slatt
Play with them slimes or that Homixide Gang, n***a hittin' ya back
Speakin' of back, I'm ridin' 'round town with a new Maybach
'Bout to peter-roll for a n***a to get whacked
Homixide Gang, YSL slimes, n***a, slatt-slatt
Yeah, that AK, that AR, that FN, that pump make a n***a lean back
I just had a dream I was servin' them keys, but ain't goin' to that, ayy
That AP, the Rollie, the Patek, we layin' in your bushes with that, bitch
We pull on your street, bring them brand new rappers with them hitters in the back