STS

(album: Slime Language - 2018)

Supa, aha

[Young Thug:]
Two-door, double R, riding in the foreign car, niggas can't see me
If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery
Crazy presi' beze' on the motherfucking Rollie
You roll, you should pour, I fuck around and roll
I'm gon' slam the door, slam the door, slam the door, slam the door
Slam the door on the Aventador
Let it up, let it up, let it up, let it up, now it look like cockroach
Hop out with a Patek on my wrist and keep the .44
Hopscotching the thot, thot, I'ma fuck her at my mother spot

[Strick:]
Steady chasing the check, turned the bank into a nest
Cuban link 'round my neck taking a bird bath
Cartier bracelet got pointers and the Audemar to match
If they talking 'bout my game, they speaking all cash
New Bent, paper tag, I can see they envy and mad
I done fucked around and got in my bag (my bag)
I done stayed down and got me a bag (bag)
No calculators still doing math
Gotta add up and tear me a tag
Rockstar, showing up with them bands
I just jumped off a jet to a sprinter (yeah, yeah)
I got Brazillians making me dinner
Took a loss and it made me a winner
Wearing Monclear, it ain't even winter
And the wind got the clouds in the ceiling
Add the money up, subtract the feeling
They say, "Slatt," when we walk in the building
I can't save her if she going with the fishes
Copped a new gun to switch up my mission
Slime shit, I ran up the digits, count it with no intermission
Her best friend done gave me the dishing
I mixed up the sherbet and cookie (yeah)
Off the top, roll with a groupie, have a menage when I land, ah
Today I did Dior and Gucci, my Off-White was looking like dandruff
Three white bitches, I'm a clansmen, Kendra, Khloe and Karan
Came out the gutter, I made it, yeah, Wall Street money like Madoff
Yeah, ahah, all that hating ain't phase us
Laugh to bank like faizon, still ain't taking no days off

[Young Thug:]
Two-door, double R, riding in the foreign car, niggas can't see me
If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery
Crazy presi' beze' on the motherfucking Rollie
You roll, you should pour, I fuck around and roll
I'm gon' slide it up, slide it up, slide it up, slide it up
Slide the door up on the Aventador
Let it up, let it up, let it up, let it up, now it look like cockroach
Hop out with a Patek on my wrist that keep the .44
Hopscotching the thot, thot, I'ma fuck her at my mother spot

Oxycotin she feel it in her test tubes
Money, money, callin in, I'ma answer my phone like, what it do
I, keep a quarter pound or two
Big Ballencies, yeah, that's what the money do
Yeah, she swear to God that she love me
I was just pouring out the bubbly
I was filling up drinks with this muddy
Draco with me, it ain't about my money
Dr. Dre, Eminem, we go and get them M&M's
My house a exhibit, it's dim, I was rocking some Off-White like Timbs
Let's go!

Two-door, double R, riding in the foreign car, niggas can't see me
If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery
Crazy presi' beze' on the motherfucking Rollie
You roll, you should pour, I fuck around and roll
I'm gon' slide it up, slide it up, slide it up, slide it up
Slide the door up on the Aventador
Let it up, let it up, let it up, let it up, now it look like cockroach
Hop out with a Patek on my wrist that keep the .44
Hopscotching the thot, thot, I'ma fuck her at my mother spot

Two-door, double R, riding in the foreign car, niggas can't see me
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Crazy presi' beze' on the motherfucking Rollie
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I'm on slide it up, slide it up, slide it up, slide it up
Slide the door up on the Aventador
Hop out with a Patek on my wrist that keep the .44
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wish