Lyrics:nn[Intro: Young Thug]nThugga Thugga! Migos!nBring them bales, bring that cookie, cocaolanWoah, I thought I told you, told younn[Hook:...
Lyrics:nn[Intro: Young Thug]nThugga Thugga! Migos!nBring them bales, bring that cookie, cocaolanWoah, I thought I told you, told younn[Hook: Young Thug]nShe so not playin', she gon' stop itnI'm so fly like helicoptersnTune the car up like a doctornMotherfuck all the crime stoppersnEat her inside like a lobsternChrome Heart glasses, Harry PotternActavis in baby bottlenBalmain's on me like a modelnI don't wanna have a problemnI won't ever ever bothernI won't watch it, ain't a stalkernLookin' down at these impostersnHurricane whip with my fathernHurricane whip with my daughternI'm livin' life like a mobsternI serve that kush like a Rastann[Verse 1: Quavo]nQuavo!nHe lookin' like he a robber (he lookin')nI call my niggas to pop up (go get 'em)nWatch out for snakes and koalas (watch 'em)nCause a nigga might sing like the opera (singin')nI got your hoe on my roster (your hoe)nNo styrofoam, we drink out the bottle (drank)nMy niggas came from the bottom (my niggas)nYour niggas not eating, they starvin' (aye!)nPlay with the keys like Marvin (woo!)nMigos the maniac, Thugger the arson (slat!)nI beg your pardon (bitch!)nIf you want the gas then we got a garden (gas!)nI'm with my woe like New Orleans (woe!)nTrailblaze the money like Portland (money!)nI make my hoes do orgies (woo!)nCamera's in my room, you know it's recording (movie!)n2,000 just for the sneakers (2,000)nMy mom used to trap out the beeper (brrr!)nYou might think your hoe a keeper (your hoe)n'Til you see the way we treat her (smash!)nWhen I put the dope in my hands (dope!)nYou never gon' see it again (magic!)nI see that you fake through my lenses (fake!)nI feel like breakin' Offset out the pen'nn[Verse 2: Offset]nOffset!nThey broke me out of the pen'nBack at it again, dressed in LouboutinnI hopped in the Benz, I put on my lensnI put my ice on my neck, flooded, I'm drenchednRight before Christmas they let out the GrinchnI hug on my mama, I pick up my printsnThey slipped, the pistols they found had no printsnI'm back to the ballin' like Jeremy LinnThe Lambo no burnin', not makin' no sense (Lambo)nPinky ring like I'm a pimp (pinky ring)nWork your hoe out like a gym (work her out)nThat chopper give you Adele temp, fadenShe know Offset is a baller (baller)nWe sippin' Actavis like waternI'm still a savage, run up with some caution (savage)nPut your ass up for an auctionnPipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up, pipe it up (pipe it up!)nDabbin' in BalenciaganShittin' on bitches and pissin' on niggasnIt looks like I'm skiing with these Gucci gogglesnAnd ain't nothin' changed, we still got the yoppanStill got them birds singin' like it's an opera (brrr!)nStandin' on couches, dabbin' up in OperanYour diamonds are cloudy, your gold look like coppernn[Hook: Young Thug]nn[Verse 3: Takeoff & Skippa da Flippa]nTakeoff!nDressed in a suit like a mobster (mob)nFor the bitches, my nigga, turn to a monster (hurr)nCatchin' plays in the bando like Alge Crumpler (catchin' plays)nFuck a nigga's bitch, they call me Brian Pumper (smash)n9th grade I did it, had cookies stuffed down in my lockernIt ain't my fault, nigga, no Silk Da ShockernI dab so hard that I need me an Oscarn'08 I dropped out, I slam dunk like Vince CarternWhen you trap, gotta be smarter, diamonds waternThese niggas do not go hardernMe and Skippa da Flippa, we switch-a-roo bitchesnWe fuckin' that bitch one time and you gon' spoil hernIt's a 50 on me, walkin' with a wad (money!)nJust copped a 100 round stuffed with some hollowsnI go buy 10 pints and you go buy a bottlenIf I go in my safe I'll be counting 'til tomorrownI got a Wells Fargo stashed up in my cargonYou niggas Felicia, you niggas gon' borrow (bye Felicia)nMy double cup got the color of purplenAnd I beat the pot like I'm Hoppo (bih!)nThis here's cleannAnd it don't take a scientist to see you drinkin' Karo (swear!)nI drop a four in a FaygonPull out the chopper and make 'em dance, call it tango (Flippa!)nn[Hook: Young Thug]nn[Verse 4: Young Thug]nShe not gon' play, she gon' run that money upnAnd give it to ThuggernI'ma pull up on her wearin' three layersnI'm dressed like a muh'fuckin' robber (swag)nI feel amazing, you know I go brazynYou know I don't play 'bout no commasnI sell some more green, I smoke on some more greennI look like a muh'fuckin' forest, forest!nCome to the Kroger for groceriesnMore in it, more in itnSo bad she got her direction from Superhead (what!)nI know it, eh, ehnCoward shit, you talk to the towers and internetnBitch I'm so on it, it (on it)nI'm countin' itnI'm seein' right through you, lil' bitch you should've got the presi-tint (fuck it)nYeah, she 'bout it, she 'bout itnShe drop it, she 'bout it, she 'bout it (she 'bout it, she 'bout it)nYeah I'm just a player, you not milk, you not cowin' (swear to God)nShe don't need no talk cause my jewelry be showerin' (I swear)nI spent like 50 bands on that bitch, I was scoutin' itn[Hook] Less
