Fresh Off a Titty Young Thug (Ft. Slim Jxmmi)

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
Yeah, pass me that, yeah
Turn me up a little bit
Yeah, ayy, ayy
(Ricky Racks) Yeah
Once again, Ricky (Woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I'm fresh off a titty
Don't get this shit fucked up (Yeah)
You know you can get it
They'll put shots in your fitted
Uh, ain't no more risks
I put whatever on my wrist (Hoo)
Straight out the trenches
I turned my house to an exhibit (Yeah)
Back of the batch
I mix the drip with the swag
Pour up some green like it's Shrek
I put the girls on her neck
We so rebellious
In Chicago, I'm Farrakhan
Both of 'em Chanel'd up
Both of 'em Chanel'd up

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I keep a double cup, ooh, I keep a double cup (Woo)
I gotta triple up, ooh, I poured a eight up (Poured a eight)
I don't need no more love, ooh, I got too much love (Yeah)
Bitch, you a whole slut, ooh, but you still can get hoed up (Yeah)
I keep a big dog, ooh, nigga, you a full mutt (You a full mutt)
I keep a hundo, ooh, nigga, you can get it, yeah, yeah (You can get it, yeah)
I got a real-real, woo (Yeah, yeah)
I still dunk off the big rim, woo (Young Sex, let's go)
Woo, she suckin' my dick, made me drool (Drool)
I keep some bread on the coupe, you lyin', keep actin' [?] (Cool)
Yeah, I'm out at [?], I took the [?] off the coupe (Take it off, uh)
I told 'em, "Catch up, bring the yellow mustard juice" (Ah)
Yeah, I ran them bands up, ain't no way I could lose (Them bands up)
Yeah, I spent these racks on her, no way she gotta choose (Choose up)
Yeah, I put my neck on Frooty Loops, wrapped in blue (Blued up)
Yeah, ain't no Honda Civics, yeah (Woo)