[Intro: PeeWee Longway]
Dun Deal on the motherfuckin' track
Thugger, Quan
Ya'll know what's happenin'
[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
If we get locked up by the night
I know those folk gone try and hold us
Got grams for niggas on white
And we keep seals for niggas who poured up
Trappin' all night in skinny jeans, got a bankroll that won't fold up
Shootin' at niggas like they cameraman and that what we call exposure
And we get locked up by tonight I know those folk gone try and hold us
Got grams for niggas all white, and we keep seals for niggas who poured up
Living life never sober
My ring looking like a solar
And if we get locked up by the night, I know those folks gone try and hold us
[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan + Young Thug]
Five bitches tryna jump me in the night and I can't say hold up
Big B's lifestyle, Thugger need two bucks
I can't treat a bitch like a queen, I don't even know her
She slime ain't nothin' I'mma show her
Pull up in the Bentley, no chauffeur
Backwood, MPA smoke campus
White bitch drive a black beamer, have you seen it?
White bitch kiss white bitch, did they mean that?
I know those hoes ain't mean that
This year, a whole lotta cash made shit a whole lotta cash man
I need a first aid kit along with band aid
You know why?
Thug bleed like a motherfuckin' vampire
More carrots then a motherfuckin' damn pie
OG is what i smoke by
Fingernails got fungi, fungi
I'm a real nigga, you a fun guy
Runnin bands up without Illuminati
You better off coachin' in syri
Dun Deal on the motherfuckin' track
Thugger, Quan
Ya'll know what's happenin'
[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
If we get locked up by the night
I know those folk gone try and hold us
Got grams for niggas on white
And we keep seals for niggas who poured up
Trappin' all night in skinny jeans, got a bankroll that won't fold up
Shootin' at niggas like they cameraman and that what we call exposure
And we get locked up by tonight I know those folk gone try and hold us
Got grams for niggas all white, and we keep seals for niggas who poured up
Living life never sober
My ring looking like a solar
And if we get locked up by the night, I know those folks gone try and hold us
[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan + Young Thug]
Five bitches tryna jump me in the night and I can't say hold up
Big B's lifestyle, Thugger need two bucks
I can't treat a bitch like a queen, I don't even know her
She slime ain't nothin' I'mma show her
Pull up in the Bentley, no chauffeur
Backwood, MPA smoke campus
White bitch drive a black beamer, have you seen it?
White bitch kiss white bitch, did they mean that?
I know those hoes ain't mean that
This year, a whole lotta cash made shit a whole lotta cash man
I need a first aid kit along with band aid
You know why?
Thug bleed like a motherfuckin' vampire
More carrots then a motherfuckin' damn pie
OG is what i smoke by
Fingernails got fungi, fungi
I'm a real nigga, you a fun guy
Runnin bands up without Illuminati
You better off coachin' in syri
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