Motha Fucka Southside & Young Thug

[Intro]
(Southside on the track, yeah)
Yeah (Okay, okay)
Ah, motherfucker (Like what? Like what?)
Uh
(808 my crew)
Yeah (Okay)

[Verse 1]
I was just a wifey swipin' motherfucker
Better say "No swiping" three times motherfucker
I was just a super sweeper motherfucker
No mob, I’m just a super sweepin' motherfucker
You was just a panty swipin' motherfucker
Four addies just to [?] motherfucker
I don’t want her cause I know she a swipin' motherfucker
And the Shade Room can't tell you nothin' 'bout me
Baller Alert can't tell you nothin' 'bout me
Bitches wanna fuck, they wanna be my bae
I don’t wanna see no keys
I don’t need none of the heat
I don't wanna see the police
Money all these hoes friend
I went from broke to rich, I was from stained to fresh
Bust it down like a synonym, after we split this X
Look at my left wrist, right now baguettes
Look at my right wrist, right now the same day
Look at my Sprite, yeah it’s filled up with jellybeans, yeah