Want Me Dead Young Thug (Ft. 21 Savage)

[Intro: 2Pac]
Expect me, nigga, like you expect Jesus to come back
Expect me, nigga, I'm comin'

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Your ex like Pocahontas (Woo)
Whatever happen, I'ma get money (Woo)
I'm a Thriller nigga, fuck my conscience (Woo)
These foreign shoes, fuck my bunions (Okay)
We done made a hundred bands on Sunday (Woo)
And ain't goin' to Magic Monday (Woo)
Put that dick in her abs like crunches (Woo)
I came from shootin' Cee-lo in the dungeon (Okay, woo)
Yeah, I'm tired of makin' it rain
I'd much rather go buy me a plane (Okay)
I had to call 'em to stop up the sink (Okay)
Whole lot of **** tried to go down the drain (Ha, okay)
First hundred thousand, I went, made a strain
I was ridin' behind Gucci in a red Mulsanne
That was back in '09, just before the fame came (Okay)
I had a check 'fore the rap check came (Okay)
I put baguettes on this shit out in Spain
I don't four-four, make the check Houdini (Woo)
Bitch, you cheated, don't speak when you see me
I'm in the Turbo S, no GP (Skrrt)
I'm gettin' head from Ch— I meant CC
My nigga ain't even tryna hit sweetie (Nah)
That bitch turn me off, no kizzy (No kizzy)
I told my ex, "Don't call, I'm busy" (Oh)
I just told my new one she gotta trust me (Gotta trust me)
She love all my friends 'cause they love me (Love)
Everything you do and everything you say is stuck with me
You're lovin' me, yeah