[Intro: Young Thug]
I'm off Earth (Gang)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Ridin' slow in a Lamborghini's not drivin' with sense
I just bought my dad a old school like Clark Kent
Park a new Phantom in the livin' room, that's boss shit (Boss)
Mirror walls in the livin' room I'm a Barbie
Somebody gotta help me, help me, help me, help me
Help me, help me, help me, help me
Call nine-one-one, help me, help me
They judgin' no one but me, but me
I'll wear the dress and I'll take the back lash
Call me Jesus, I like expressin'
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Endorsin' and dick ridin' at a all time high, yeah
I'm a different, real, no try
Like tie my dress, now I'm hangin' to the sky
Like a presidential Rollie on a vice president
Like Shaq never tellin' on Kobe to his wife
Like there's not no pickin' sex, makin' nothin' for the guys
Like a blue foot on a red sock
Fuck your side, my side real talk
Niggas say you gonna take some of my stuff
But that's like eatin' collard greens and ketchup
Rasta girl cha-cha-cha
She replied, "Where the cash at?"
I replied, "Show that ass first"
She replied, "Nah, nah, nah"
Had a dream we got gnarly
Pray the girl don't get woke up now
Then my dawgs like "Slime, we gotta go
You gotta be on stage in five"
I said, "Cool" and I went right back to sleep
Praying to God I could come back to this dream like
Help me, help me, help me, help me
Help me, help me, help me, help me
I've been dazed all day
Every time I see a girl she got your face
Follow God
I'm off Earth (Gang)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Ridin' slow in a Lamborghini's not drivin' with sense
I just bought my dad a old school like Clark Kent
Park a new Phantom in the livin' room, that's boss shit (Boss)
Mirror walls in the livin' room I'm a Barbie
Somebody gotta help me, help me, help me, help me
Help me, help me, help me, help me
Call nine-one-one, help me, help me
They judgin' no one but me, but me
I'll wear the dress and I'll take the back lash
Call me Jesus, I like expressin'
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Endorsin' and dick ridin' at a all time high, yeah
I'm a different, real, no try
Like tie my dress, now I'm hangin' to the sky
Like a presidential Rollie on a vice president
Like Shaq never tellin' on Kobe to his wife
Like there's not no pickin' sex, makin' nothin' for the guys
Like a blue foot on a red sock
Fuck your side, my side real talk
Niggas say you gonna take some of my stuff
But that's like eatin' collard greens and ketchup
Rasta girl cha-cha-cha
She replied, "Where the cash at?"
I replied, "Show that ass first"
She replied, "Nah, nah, nah"
Had a dream we got gnarly
Pray the girl don't get woke up now
Then my dawgs like "Slime, we gotta go
You gotta be on stage in five"
I said, "Cool" and I went right back to sleep
Praying to God I could come back to this dream like
Help me, help me, help me, help me
Help me, help me, help me, help me
I've been dazed all day
Every time I see a girl she got your face
Follow God
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