[Intro: Young Thug & Big Bank Black]
Duct Tape (Big Bank, yeah)
Shawty Fresh on the track (Remix)

[Verse 1: Big Bank Black & Young Thug]
Been had it, ain't braggin' (Been had this shit, n***a)
We gettin' money like Meech now (Free Meech)
I'm having more power than politics (Yeah, yeah)
Fifty killers in each town (Big Bank, n***a)
Can't even remember my first bitch (Haha)
Got turnt out by my first lick (For real, though)
Man, I got all my same partners
I love my n***as, I'll never cross 'em
Whoever shot at Bank shouldn't have did that (Did that, n***a)
I'ma send some shots where your kids at (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Big Bank came out the womb ready (Get ready, get ready)
Sweep these pussies, got my broom ready
Just bought a thirty for my 40, hundred-round for my chopper
Tell a pussy n***a go'n get ready
Strapped up right now, 40 in the booth with me
I ain't even trustin' my engineer
Might say, "Voilà," make a n***a disappear
My granny always told me can't live by fear (Can't live by fear, n***a)
If a n***a want smoke, this shit right here
You really want smoke, this shit right here
Keep throwin' the rocks, hidin' your hand
N***a, gon' get your wrist chopped (Hah)
Keep hidin', pussy n***a, get your bitch popped (YSL, slime shit)
Against all odds, Big Bank think he 2Pac (Thugger, Thugger)
Slime shit, triple cross, that's how the crew rock (Triple cross)
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I get involved so deeply (Wet)
I can't even get one of my feet out (Damn)
Boy, that shit thicker than gator mud (Hah)
She go to sleep and I creep out (Yee)
I got them birds and them beaks out (Brr)
Suck on my dog with his leash out
60K to get my teeth out (What?)
I got some kush, pull the leaf out (Hah, hah)
Couple bad bitches, we ready for 'em (Ooh)
My Rollie gold, I'm a leprechaun (Woo)
That shit ain't right if they steppin' on (Yeah)
Got on ice, no pneumonia (And what?)
Came up on the corner (Hey)
I came up, I'm so honored (Yeah)
'Nother level ('Nother level)
70K for the show, check the schedule
And I'm fucked up, lil' bitch, what it cost?
P's, gotta get a hundred P's
A hundred P's, I gotta get 'em
I'm in the kitchen whippin' up the babies
Now my n***as and my bitches ride with 'em
Nautical boat, ridin' with these choppers, bitch (Yo)
Balenciaga, bitch (Yo)
I'm allergic to seafood (Yo)
These lil' shrimps need to stop it, bitch (Woo)
Yeah, n***a, Aquafina
And my boy got lots of ninas
All my Rollies iced out, penguins (Ice)
Make these bitches suck up all the semens
We on go, n***a, stop it
Swear I'ma hit like Stojaković (Yeah)
My n***a put one in your dome with me (Bah)
We do it without using phones, idiot (Fool)
My bitch so wet like she came off a boat
And these n***as know I do genometry
Call me Obama, baby squeeze me like sandwiches
Put that whole dick off in her, she handle it
I'ma take this bitch as far as it go
Fuck around and you get found with the blow
Showed a bitch a million cash like I know her
And if she try to take it, she gotta go
[Chorus: Trouble]
Can't get involved too deeply
Can't set myself up for letdowns (Letdowns)
Get on them bars, get sleepy (Sleep)
Grab a lil' bitch and go lay her down (Lay her down)
Can't even remember my weekend (Can't even remember)
Barely can get up the next day (Next day)
All I know that I stay gettin' paid (All I know)
Chain on the floor by my Michael J's (All I know)
Couple lil' bitches was ready
Chopper on side of me ready
One in the head, that bitch ready
Did you not think I was ready?
I just told Ray this shit ready (Shawty Fresh)
Got to go'n push it on out to the block
Got to go'n push it on out to the street
Whatever, do it heavy, young n***a, be ready

[Verse 3: Trouble]
We be like, bitch, I gotta get a hundred P's
A hundred P's, I gotta get 'em
Give a fuck what my n***as did done did
'Cause wrong or right, n***a ridin' with 'em
24/7, ridin' with this chopper, bitch (Ride, ride)
Ridin' with this chopper, yeah (Goin' far)
We can afford some problems, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I can afford some problems (Yeah, yeah)
Be the one, I'll lay you down (Be the one)
Bad bitches, I just lay 'em down (Lay 'em down)
No emotions, I can't play around (I can't play around)
Pop was gone, I made my way around
Through the city, money, gotta get it (Gotta get it)
Francis was out shootin' dice with me
My bitch she wanted me home with her (Huh?)
Textin' her, talkin' on phones with her (What now?)
I fuck with you, but the way a n***a fuck with you
Make it seem like I don't fuck with you
I don't hit your phone all the time
You say it make you feel like you ain't on my mind
How the fuck is you ain't on my mind
When I just went and helped you go and flip a dime?
Why the fuck is these bitches ungrateful?
Must be doin' somethin' under the table
[Verse 4: Young Dolph]
All of my n***as, they ready (Yeah)
Y'all some pussies, you scary (Pussy)
All on the internet tellin' (What?)
Tryna have a real n***a jailin' (Damn)
This shit 'round my neck so heavy (Woah)
I'ma keep drippin' sauce, spaghetti (Hey)
Oh, that why they mad, huh? (Hey, hey)
Don't like how I sag, huh? (Haha)
Pockets full of cash, huh? (Yeah)
Hit your bitch from the back, huh? (Uh)
Skeeted in her face, yeah (Yeah)
I know that you hate that (Haha)
I'm sorry, I can't take it back
Real n***as, they relate to that (For real), ayy
Any n***a that record when it's time for gangster shit, he the police (Facts)
And I fucked your boss man baby mama same hotel for four weeks (Facts)
Never send a lil' boy to take care of grown man business (Uh-huh)
If I was you, I'd be mad at me too, so I ain't trippin' (For real), hah
Ridin' solo in a drop-top through the city
Hah, it's Dolph