Lyrics
Young Thug：
Makers
Gon' pull up on 'em pull up
Yeah
Should I get it No cap
Run that back Turbo
Young Thug/Chris Brown：
Sex
My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whipping her
Sex
If I roll up the Maybach windows we don't care 'bout the listeners
I don't know what your nigga told you
But he should have told you I'm killing him
Just let him talk
I be draped in Margiela's and I don't need credentials
Don't need credentials baby
If your nigga can't put that shit on gotta get out the premises
Beat it
I just came from the crack of the dawn Why
'Cause a nigga was traveling
No cap
Had to put all my young nigga s on ain't no jewelry we share-y
Lil' bitch
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day
'Cause these nigga s been tripping
'Bout us got 'em fooled
Young Thug：
I triple up pour up my cup and it's all 'tussin
And my coupe got nitro and all dat
So we smoking these nigga s like kush
Yeah we **** on a ho make 'em do shit
Pop out the Bentley Mulsanne at the
And I **** on your ho and she say that's my bitch
I wet paper napkin I'm wiping my dick
All this Actavis slushie my ho drink the Crystal
She wrapped the saran the fresh as she can
'Cause I drip and play with these bands Racks
I open my hand there's nothing but bands
Now YSL big as Japan On God
My head dropped in that Lamb' as fast as
I can 'cause I always get tripped by a van Skrrt
I pop in my mama my bitch
And even my baby mama whip a sedan
I just paid some bands with five-hundred grand
I'm waiting on these bags to land Racks
I'm cool as a van you play with my man
And we come and taking your land
I took YSL from his and he can't
And he got nigga s waiting to land Slatt
I told all my nigga s "Sit back
It's a scam" when these nigga s going on rant
Young Thug/Chris Brown：
My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whipping her
Sex
If I roll up the Maybach windows
We don't care 'bout the listeners
I don't know what your nigga told you
But he should have told you I'm killing him
Just let him talk
I be draped in Margiela's
And I don't need credentials
Don't need credentials baby
If your nigga can't put that shit on
Gotta get out the premises
Beat it
I just came from the crack of the dawn Why
'Cause a nigga was traveling
No cap
Had to put all my young nigga s on
Ain't no jewelry we share-y
Lil' bitch
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day
'Cause these nigga s been tripping
Gunna：
Spent a whole hundred racks on a plain Jane
That's a coupe with you lil' bitty bitches
Don't even know my first or my last name
Mandem got they riches I'm matching the vision
I'm ****ing these hoes in the backstage
No I don't do no kisses
You know I just tip it and turn her on like a back page
I been playing with this ice look like Ice Age
I just got me a rose gold chain it remind me of Moet
Got the Louis V shirt and better change
Should have seen how I wore it Yeah yeah
I call the slimes that'll pull up with the things
That'll kill all the noise
If you ask I hit it out to Spain I got foreign whores
That biscotti I smoke it like a train
Smell that shit in my kidney
I got lil' shawty inside of Mulsanne
She don't know it's a Bentley
She asked me for a lil' help on her back end
And you know that I did it
Got the old check and I went to go cash it
Lot of money we getting
Young Thug/Chris Brown：
My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whipping her
Sex
If I roll up the Maybach windows
We don't care 'bout the listeners
I don't know what your nigga told you
But he should have told you I'm killing him
Just let him talk
I be draped in Margiela's and I don't need credentials
Don't need credentials baby
If your nigga can't put that shit on
Gotta get out the premises
Beat it
I just came from the crack of the dawn Why
'Cause a nigga was traveling
No cap
Had to put all my young nigga s on
Ain't no jewelry we share-y
Lil' bitch
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day
'Cause these nigga s been tripping
'Bout us got 'em fooled
Chris Brown：
I ordered two more two-tones
Call up my plug on two phones
Lambos six-fours
Got a offset it's sitting low
My shit 's stainless don't put your fingers on it
No these ain't no finger waves
bitch this ain't Tony Tony Tony
I feel like Kurt Cobain get good brain with the shotgun
Yeah my nigga s do it for me I never shot one
And watch her get on her knees give me that rubbing
I told her I got five on me send me the wire Ooh
Young Thug/Chris Brown：
My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whipping her Yeah
Sex
If I roll up the Maybach windows
We don't care 'bout the listeners No
I don't know what your nigga told you
But he should have told you I'm killing him Killing him
I be draped in Margiela's Ooh
And I don't need credentials
Don't need credentials baby
Oh baby baby
If your nigga can't put that shit on
Gotta get out the premises
Beat it girl
I just came from the crack of the dawn Why
'Cause a nigga was traveling
Had to put all my young nigga s on
Ain't no jewelry we share-y Ooh yeah
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day
'Cause these nigga s been tripping
Ooh yeah
Gunna：
That biscotti I smoke it like a train
Spend that shit on my Porsche
That was lil' shawty first time to saddle up
She can't open the doors
I do not **** with you disloyal niggas
Thought the whip could be yours
Turns up that double hit it with the triple
Had no other choice
Makers
Gon' pull up on 'em pull up
Yeah
Should I get it No cap
Run that back Turbo
Young Thug/Chris Brown：
Sex
My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whipping her
Sex
If I roll up the Maybach windows we don't care 'bout the listeners
I don't know what your nigga told you
But he should have told you I'm killing him
Just let him talk
I be draped in Margiela's and I don't need credentials
Don't need credentials baby
If your nigga can't put that shit on gotta get out the premises
Beat it
I just came from the crack of the dawn Why
'Cause a nigga was traveling
No cap
Had to put all my young nigga s on ain't no jewelry we share-y
Lil' bitch
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day
'Cause these nigga s been tripping
'Bout us got 'em fooled
Young Thug：
I triple up pour up my cup and it's all 'tussin
And my coupe got nitro and all dat
So we smoking these nigga s like kush
Yeah we **** on a ho make 'em do shit
Pop out the Bentley Mulsanne at the
And I **** on your ho and she say that's my bitch
I wet paper napkin I'm wiping my dick
All this Actavis slushie my ho drink the Crystal
She wrapped the saran the fresh as she can
'Cause I drip and play with these bands Racks
I open my hand there's nothing but bands
Now YSL big as Japan On God
My head dropped in that Lamb' as fast as
I can 'cause I always get tripped by a van Skrrt
I pop in my mama my bitch
And even my baby mama whip a sedan
I just paid some bands with five-hundred grand
I'm waiting on these bags to land Racks
I'm cool as a van you play with my man
And we come and taking your land
I took YSL from his and he can't
And he got nigga s waiting to land Slatt
I told all my nigga s "Sit back
It's a scam" when these nigga s going on rant
Young Thug/Chris Brown：
My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whipping her
Sex
If I roll up the Maybach windows
We don't care 'bout the listeners
I don't know what your nigga told you
But he should have told you I'm killing him
Just let him talk
I be draped in Margiela's
And I don't need credentials
Don't need credentials baby
If your nigga can't put that shit on
Gotta get out the premises
Beat it
I just came from the crack of the dawn Why
'Cause a nigga was traveling
No cap
Had to put all my young nigga s on
Ain't no jewelry we share-y
Lil' bitch
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day
'Cause these nigga s been tripping
Gunna：
Spent a whole hundred racks on a plain Jane
That's a coupe with you lil' bitty bitches
Don't even know my first or my last name
Mandem got they riches I'm matching the vision
I'm ****ing these hoes in the backstage
No I don't do no kisses
You know I just tip it and turn her on like a back page
I been playing with this ice look like Ice Age
I just got me a rose gold chain it remind me of Moet
Got the Louis V shirt and better change
Should have seen how I wore it Yeah yeah
I call the slimes that'll pull up with the things
That'll kill all the noise
If you ask I hit it out to Spain I got foreign whores
That biscotti I smoke it like a train
Smell that shit in my kidney
I got lil' shawty inside of Mulsanne
She don't know it's a Bentley
She asked me for a lil' help on her back end
And you know that I did it
Got the old check and I went to go cash it
Lot of money we getting
Young Thug/Chris Brown：
My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whipping her
Sex
If I roll up the Maybach windows
We don't care 'bout the listeners
I don't know what your nigga told you
But he should have told you I'm killing him
Just let him talk
I be draped in Margiela's and I don't need credentials
Don't need credentials baby
If your nigga can't put that shit on
Gotta get out the premises
Beat it
I just came from the crack of the dawn Why
'Cause a nigga was traveling
No cap
Had to put all my young nigga s on
Ain't no jewelry we share-y
Lil' bitch
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day
'Cause these nigga s been tripping
'Bout us got 'em fooled
Chris Brown：
I ordered two more two-tones
Call up my plug on two phones
Lambos six-fours
Got a offset it's sitting low
My shit 's stainless don't put your fingers on it
No these ain't no finger waves
bitch this ain't Tony Tony Tony
I feel like Kurt Cobain get good brain with the shotgun
Yeah my nigga s do it for me I never shot one
And watch her get on her knees give me that rubbing
I told her I got five on me send me the wire Ooh
Young Thug/Chris Brown：
My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whipping her Yeah
Sex
If I roll up the Maybach windows
We don't care 'bout the listeners No
I don't know what your nigga told you
But he should have told you I'm killing him Killing him
I be draped in Margiela's Ooh
And I don't need credentials
Don't need credentials baby
Oh baby baby
If your nigga can't put that shit on
Gotta get out the premises
Beat it girl
I just came from the crack of the dawn Why
'Cause a nigga was traveling
Had to put all my young nigga s on
Ain't no jewelry we share-y Ooh yeah
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day
'Cause these nigga s been tripping
Ooh yeah
Gunna：
That biscotti I smoke it like a train
Spend that shit on my Porsche
That was lil' shawty first time to saddle up
She can't open the doors
I do not **** with you disloyal niggas
Thought the whip could be yours
Turns up that double hit it with the triple
Had no other choice