[Intro: Young Thug]
Dun Deal, C4, fuck n***a
N***as drop salt and rice
Fuck 'round and hop out 'Gatti
4 Bombs Baby, Blatt
Dun Deal, ayy, Migos
Know what I'm sayin' everything we do is mafia, you know?
Everything we ta-talk is saucy, you know?
Every bitch we fuck with bossy, bossy, bossy, you know?
You hear me darlin'? (Yeah! Yeah!)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah I got a whole lotta syrup (Uh)
And we got a whole lotta Molly (Lotta Molly)
Today I put some red in a Sprite (Some red)
And I got a whole lotta Jolly's (Huh!)
And I got my dogs all with me (Grr!)
And you know they all spoiled rotten (Woo)
And I got some reading glasses on, uh (Woah)
And I seen right through ya body, yeah (Chrome Hearts)
Ride it 'til you catch a child, uh (Child, child)
How the hell a snake drop spiders? Uh
Pockets filled up like the wallets, uh
Smokin' OG fuck broccoli, uh
She asked me, "Did I ever fuck shawty?" Uh
She asked me 'bout some head in the 'Rari, uh
Did she ever hide in the closet? Uh, uh, uh (Woo)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Pour me up syrup, pop a Perc
Then show a loss of urge, then run into the herbs
I'ma drive the Spur 'cause the fuckin' Rolls Royce so big, gotta park it on the curb (Curb, curb, curb)
And I gotta real big bag off a whole lotta pounds and a whole lotta birds (Lotta birds)
And I gotta whole lotta gangstas and a whole lotta killas and a whole lotta nerds, yeah (Woo)
And I gotta whole lotta money and I count that shit like a motherfuckin' clerk (Oh yeah)
I done fucked a whole lotta hoes and I hope made everyone of 'em squirt, yeah
And I seen the Migos today, yeah
And they said Culture for life, yeah (Culture)
And they got the number one album, ooh
And I told 'em all I'm excited, ooh (Yeah)
And I told 'em all that they righteous, ooh (Facts)
All you gotta do is be with Christ (Facts)
N***as drop salt and rice (Damn)
All it did was make me precise (Okay)
N***a done gon' gone off red (The red)
Now a n***a feelin' like Yachty, yeah (Okay)
N***a got drips on drips, yeah
Fuck round and hop out the 'Gotti (Skrrt)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Yeah I got ice on ice (Yeah)
Then I put a bitch on white (Yeah)
Told the bih to ride my pegs (Yeah)
Told the bih to ride my bike (Ride)
And I got money in the streets (Yeah)
Mama gotta keep it on fleek (Mama)
Coupe got suede in the seats (Skrr, skrr)
Fishtail glazing the streets (Skrr, skrr)
Clear frames on, Urkel (Ayy)
Two styrofoam, purple (Oh yeah)
None of my n***as workers (Yeah)
Gangstas all in the circle (Oh yeah)
Shoot at your shell, turtle (Pff, pff)
Shoot at your body and head, hurtle (Pff, pff, pff, pff)
I got the Molly and Percocets, serve 'em (Serve)
I got the Molly and Percocets, serve 'em (Serve)
Big bills, big way (Big bills)
Cook it up, soufflé, (Cook it up)
Beat it up, by Quay (Beat it up)
3K, Andre (Three thou')
My bitch, she slay (Bitch)
AK don't play (Brrrt)
On top, too paid (Top)
Big tab, I pay
[Verse 3: Lil Yachty & Takeoff]
Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, uh
All of my brothers got 30's, uh
Left hand squeeze like Curry, uh
My n***as bossin', not workers (Bosses)
Two cup drank, real dirty, uh
Catch your lil' bitch, came from South Alabama
I told her that pussy so perfect (So perfect)
She tried to fuck me, no condom (Hell nah)
That's how I know that bitch dirty (Lil Boat, Lil Boat)
Across the border, my phone got no service
You barely just touchin' the surface (Brrp)
I put that bitch on the Perky, her titties is perky
I got that bitch suckin' for certain
None of my n***as is hurtin', uh
I'm 'bout them Franklins like Kirk did, uh (Lil Boat)
Young n***a flexing on purpose, uh (Flex)
Ballin' so hard with no jersey, uh
Ayy, chopper style
You got one night, make it worth your while
Hey, Gun 'em down (Brrrt)
Hundred round drum [?] what's now
I'm 19, ayy, fuckin' on a hoe with the same age child (Lil Boat)
Throw the towel, fuck n***a bitin' Mike Tyson style

[Verse 4: Lil Duke]
Poured a whole four in the Fanta
Me and lil' freak and lil' bih with no manners
Private jet, clear port, you know where we landing
She suckin' that dick and she callin' me daddy (Suckin')
Send me the skirt and I'm kickin' her box (Send me the skirt)
I fuck on that bitch and I'm kickin' her out (Kickin' her out)
Hope I get fucked? Don't give fuck 'bout no drought
We get them lows and then we get 'em out (We get 'em out)
Don't gotta tell 'em, they know what we 'bout (Know what we 'bout)
Came from the block tryna fold me a knot (Fold me a knot)
And I'm aim that nut right in her mouth (Right in her mouth)
Pull up my pants and I'm skrrting right out (Skrr)
Why you stand at the store with the bomb? (The bomb)
The trap pullin' up and they know I'm around (Know I'm around)
How you can't cannot trap without the guns (Without the guns)
Start throwin' hunnids, I ran outta ones
[Outro]
Wheezy outta here