Neglected Future & Young Thug
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[Intro: Future]
I popped a pill without much stress
I got rich with no direction
I'm doin' way to much flexin'
(Wheezy Beats)
[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
I popped a pill, but I ain't stressin' (Popped a pill, but it ain't stressin')
'Cause I got rich with no direction (Got rich, yeah, ayy)
And I been doin' way to much flexin' (Way to much flexin')
It made my daddy feel neglected (Daddy feel neglected)
Feelin' like dynamite, this PJ done went to my head
Fuck the TSA, we boarding the jet with the lead on us
I copped a brand new wraith, ain't even come with a head on it
And they had to drop the case, 'cause I had to much cash on it
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I ain't even gonna' lie, I'm doin' a little stressin'
I spent me a milly on a Jetin
I'ma go ahead and shoot, I ain't doin' no tusslin'
I ain't even gonna' lie, I 'done got a lil rusty, ey
We plantin' seeds like its sesame
Baby you should see all my accessories
I used to wanna be like the Jetson's
Then they passed me the ball, and I went flushin'
Ever since then, I ain't stopped'
Poppin' purses, Jesus I'm a space cadet, federal gate
Word to Birdman, Bed-Stuy got like 50 boroughs, ey
Mink is on my floor, look like a bear just hibernatin'
I can put different ice on err'day
I popped a pill without much stress
I got rich with no direction
I'm doin' way to much flexin'
(Wheezy Beats)
[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
I popped a pill, but I ain't stressin' (Popped a pill, but it ain't stressin')
'Cause I got rich with no direction (Got rich, yeah, ayy)
And I been doin' way to much flexin' (Way to much flexin')
It made my daddy feel neglected (Daddy feel neglected)
Feelin' like dynamite, this PJ done went to my head
Fuck the TSA, we boarding the jet with the lead on us
I copped a brand new wraith, ain't even come with a head on it
And they had to drop the case, 'cause I had to much cash on it
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I ain't even gonna' lie, I'm doin' a little stressin'
I spent me a milly on a Jetin
I'ma go ahead and shoot, I ain't doin' no tusslin'
I ain't even gonna' lie, I 'done got a lil rusty, ey
We plantin' seeds like its sesame
Baby you should see all my accessories
I used to wanna be like the Jetson's
Then they passed me the ball, and I went flushin'
Ever since then, I ain't stopped'
Poppin' purses, Jesus I'm a space cadet, federal gate
Word to Birdman, Bed-Stuy got like 50 boroughs, ey
Mink is on my floor, look like a bear just hibernatin'
I can put different ice on err'day
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