[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah
Got my nigga too fly in this motherfucker with me, just got everything
You know what I'm sayin'? Bosses, yeah
It's love too, what's happenin'?
(Blanco)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Half a Percocet got me dreamin' (Yeah)
Another homicide, and it's still meaningless, uh
I been in the trenches, fightin' demons (Let's go)
Now I can wake up and cop a Demon, woah
Every fan in here, singin', hah
Every one of these bitches tryin to fling me
Bitches wanna eat a nigga semen (Woah, woah)
For no reason
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yeah, these niggas mini-mes
My career on fire, like the bottom of a chimney
My crib came with amenities, stars in the ceiling
And my first girl broke my heart, and I swear to God, I'm still healin'
My wrist cost a ten, a ki', and it's below zero
I broke up out the cage and made millions like a hero
I grew up in the trenches, my grandpa was sippin' Tito
I count up all my racks, I won two hundred thou' on Cee-lo, uh-huh
Couldn't afford a jacket, now all my shit a peacoat
I was stackin' all my C-Notes, now my form, my manners raw kilo
I can bring out all my cars and watch the kids just go play bingo
I'm a gangsta to the core, but I can't tell like I'm Nino, oh, no-no
Yeah
Got my nigga too fly in this motherfucker with me, just got everything
You know what I'm sayin'? Bosses, yeah
It's love too, what's happenin'?
(Blanco)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Half a Percocet got me dreamin' (Yeah)
Another homicide, and it's still meaningless, uh
I been in the trenches, fightin' demons (Let's go)
Now I can wake up and cop a Demon, woah
Every fan in here, singin', hah
Every one of these bitches tryin to fling me
Bitches wanna eat a nigga semen (Woah, woah)
For no reason
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yeah, these niggas mini-mes
My career on fire, like the bottom of a chimney
My crib came with amenities, stars in the ceiling
And my first girl broke my heart, and I swear to God, I'm still healin'
My wrist cost a ten, a ki', and it's below zero
I broke up out the cage and made millions like a hero
I grew up in the trenches, my grandpa was sippin' Tito
I count up all my racks, I won two hundred thou' on Cee-lo, uh-huh
Couldn't afford a jacket, now all my shit a peacoat
I was stackin' all my C-Notes, now my form, my manners raw kilo
I can bring out all my cars and watch the kids just go play bingo
I'm a gangsta to the core, but I can't tell like I'm Nino, oh, no-no
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