Don’t Play Young Thug (Ft. Verse Simmonds)

[Intro]
We got London On Da Track

[Chorus: Verse Simmonds & Young Thug]
I'm all 'bout my bread, oh no, I just can't trust these niggas
If you need that work, I'll drop that off, yeah, I deliver
Just be sure to count that up, no, don't be short one dollar
'Cause I need all mine, if it cross that line, you gon' make me pop that yopper, bang, bang
Don't you play with my head (Bang, bang)
Don't you play with my bread (Bang, bang)
Don't you play with my head (Bang, bang)
Don't you play with my bread

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
You should look up in the sky and tell 'em
These new Rollies, this a Sky-Dweller
I told lil' homie "Take it easy," oh yeah
Homie treacherous like he Godzilla
Stoner life, he wipe his nose
I'm in the same move, I might go dead, Thriller
My jewelry shine just like Mop & Glo
Jerrika told me, "Go stack up your damn figures"
Now I lean [?] but you can drive me
And I'm a big blood, baby, see it in my IV
And I'ma ball 'til I fall with no flaws
I swear that I'ma do it 'til they motherfuckin' find me
That dick hard, baby girl, come and climb me
No baseball, but you caught that bitch behind me
No cappin', not no mathematics
No Trina, but my bitch the baddest, she not average, she a savage