[Refrain: Young Thug]
Yeah, la, la
It's just funny how I do you, ha-ah-ah
Richard Mille make 'em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny booty hoochie, wah-wah-wah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I'm tearin' up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won't need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like cocoa, the real ice tea
Your Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear Nikes
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain't standin' no Nikes (oh, oh, oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Twist up
Backwoods not no Swisher Sweet 'cause we get up
Fuck her every fucking weekend, catch up
Calamari dinner with a cougar, woah-woah
I'ma fuck her 'til she's purple Hoover, what up?
You can't waste none of my time, bitch, I'm up
I got way too many money, I'm up
You can ask my Mommy
Pourin' up this Dom P (Pour up-up-up)
Put a ring 'round your finger, charisma (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I left twenty-five thousand on your dresser (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told her ain't this cool, on like Tesla (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dropped outta school then pulled up in a Tesla (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All my girlfriends are real done (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told her, "Baby, don't waste my time" (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I put your ring on rocks, uh (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woah, I told the bitch I want icy teeth
[Chorus: Young Thug & Offset]
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe (Hey)
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I'm tearin' up the streets (Skrr)
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me (Brr, brr, brr)
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me (Bag)
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won't need no seats (Woo, woo)
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth (Hey)
Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea (Bitch)
Your Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear Nikes
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see (Phew, phew)
For now, I ain't standin' no Nikes (Oh-oh-oh, ah)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces (Hey)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset
Whoa, whoa, look at my stones, whoa
They clones, not gon' last long (Nah, nah)
I'm grown, put a Patek on her arm (Patek)
Ooh, cookie strong, sippin' on codeine in the morning
She got carat, baguettes (Baguettes)
Blood at the bottom, raw flesh (Hey)
Like Kells, piss on the pests (Pests)
Make the shells go through the vest (Brr, brr)
Sticks in the back, get pressed (Bah)
I done bought that bitch a brand new Tesla (Tesla)
Broke n***as, they allergic to lettuce (Broke)
Rich bitch with Chanel fetish (Rich)
My bitch at the top of the game (Top)
I was drippin' in Dior in Spain (Dior)
Fucked my bitch in the back of Mulsanne (Smash)
Took her right to the hood, to the gang (Gang)
Rolls-Royce with the wood on the grain (Rolls)
Golf course with the coupe, with the maids (Hey)
Light the blunt on your head, you slave (Woo, woo)
Do a show and invite her on the stage (Hey)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I'm tearin' up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won't need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea
Your Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear Nikes
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain't standin' no Nikes (Oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces
Your Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear Nikes
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain't standin' no Nikes (Oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin' like a Pisces