I Told Her Lil Duke (Ft. Young Thug)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Now we got AK's on the tour bus
We ain't gotta tell 'em we know gangstas 'til they play with us
We ain't gotta go into no club, we bring the hoes with us
We gotta show 'em how it go, this how we all came up

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Drop top 'Rarri, pussy calamari
Shouldn't even got it started 'cause I could never stop it (Woah)
Put her on the sauce (Turn up), we can get your rocks off (Yeah)
Should've came to us (Us), 'cause we hotter than hot sauce (Hot sauce)
I keep the jammy, baby, I can wet your panties (I can wet your panties)
I get too high off of your love, it's like a whammy (Wеt 'em up)
I should've told her pour it up, lеt's go granny (Woo)
I should've told her pour it up, I got some sand, bitch (Yeah)
I give it up and then she lick me like it's candy (Yeah)
She like the way I fuck and I'm not empty-handed (Yeah)
I told her family first, but I'm not talkin' Fendi (Yeah)
I told her no matter what she do she cannot bash me (She can't bash me)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I took a sleep on Friday night and just came back from the dusk (Just came back from the dusk)
I hit your girl, your ex, your wife and I couldn't care about none (And I couldn't care about none)
Hop out a Rover then I had to park it 'cause you had left
I done asked for one-four-sixties 'cause I did it myself
I done made almost everyone million of my dollars myself (On God)
I done took niggas to millions, white-collar myself (No fraud)
I outdid every one of my ancestors myself (Myself)
I had went on and told the bitch to free Melvin myself (Melvin)
Bom-bom diddy, I been watchin' you all night
I been makin' up and takin' you my bride
Get Versace on you, bitch, 'cause you so fine (Let you get Versace)
Look at you like family, my family (You my family)
I can't stop caressing you, you're too soft, mami
I don't need no lube for your coochie, you're runnin'
Help you when you're movin' and groovin' on Sunday
I been tellin' niggas I got you, I got somethin'
I got, I got moves, I got money
I could never lose, I got somethin'
Help you move every Sunday
I been tellin' 'em I got you, I got somethin' (I got you every Sunday)
Yeah, yeah, I got somethin' (Oh, oh, oh)
I got twin-turbo in a Porsche and she pregnant off of stuntin'
And gotta get an abortion, you tried me and daddy sayin' nothin'
Tryin' not to touch niggas, I got the Midas
I'm fully infected with the virus
I'm fully equipped with rifles
Learnin' how to throw it spiral (Oh yeah)