[Intro: Young Thug]
We got thirties
Treyway
Oh yeah, man
Treyway
(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
Woah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Hold up and pimp my ride
Hold up, I took your thot
Hold up, I beat my trial
Hold up, I boss my wife
What up with you, lil' shawty?
Let's eat some calamari
Play, I release a shot
And I'ma hit somebody
Hennessy, I'm tryna pipe up on my ride
Alright
Woah, God extend my life
Yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Look at the flick of the wrist
Shawty, check out the way that it glist'
Oh, I was just poor, now I'm rich
Yeah, now I eat steak like a pit
Used to sell birds like Abercrombie
Now I'm just tryna be Mitch
I peep at the way that you (Yeah)
I slime out my rounds through the 6
I came a long way from the sad stories
Now a nigga gettin' richer than Lee
I'm getting big
Baby, hush, you ain't shit but a trifling stinky dirty bitch
Yeah
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