Liger

(альбом: Young Martha - 2017)

I wet 'em up and then it rain, their blood, it rinsed off
Thugger
Carnage, what it do, nigga?
Let's turn up

I tell the bitch to roll that dope, 'cause that's my kinfolk's
We got the bricks, I got the bitches for the upper load
We wet 'em up and then it rain, their blood, it rinsed off
Lil' mama foreign and exotic, suck my skin off
I bought a Rollie', but I coulda bought a Viper, ayy
Everybody got tigers, so I wan' go get a liger, ayy
I'm so different from these niggas, I won't be like 'em (Swear to God, ayy)

Uh, I bought a Bentley, then I went and chopped the top off
I got a bad bitch inside and I'm getting topped off
I got a foreign 'Rari, then I cut the top off
I put these pebbles in the meat and knock the taco off
A pussy nigga better stop playing with Slime the boss
You pussy niggas fuck around, have me behind the wall
I swear to God, I can't wait to go wit' my fucking bro
I know he miss me and I miss him, and that's word to Lord
I got some big guns pointed at the dome
Louis V armor fatigue, but it's camo' though (Get it, ayy)
She smoking loud like a high note
I just wanna put my D on your cameltoe (Let's do it)
I know they told you don't play with these fucking folks (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You gon' end up in somebody motherfucking morgue
Blue diamonds, water like South Beach, oh yeah, you can pour
Oh yeah, I'm rich, oh, I don't gotta vote, fuck you

I tell the bitch to roll that dope, 'cause that's my kinfolk's
We got the bricks, I got the bitches for the upper load
We wet 'em up and then it rain, their blood, it rinsed off
Lil' mama foreign and exotic, suck my skin off
I bought a Rollie', but I coulda bought a Viper, ayy
Everybody got tigers, so I wan' go get a liger, ayy
I'm so different from these niggas, I won't be like 'em (Fuck 'em all, ayy, swear to God, nigga)
Thugger

Cash talk, baby, I want acres all in Vegas
I got bitches wanna fuck me all around the equator
I'm global, bitch, I'm global, yeah, I am not your neighbor
No longer, yeah, all my cribs sit on hundreds of acres
Bitch, I promise, swear to God, on my mom, on my daughters
On my son, on my motherfucking gun
If I'm lying, make it jam while I'm tryna fucking blam
Old bitch, hi there, ma'am, suck me loose in Guwop's Lamb'
Suck my top off, yeah
Bitch, I'm rich, this ain't luck
Bitch, I'm climbing, why you stuck?
Bitch, I'm yamming, in your guts
Uncle Sam, motherfuck him
I ain't paying him, nigga, what?
Yeah, I got right with God, I know he gon' keep me up

I tell the bitch to roll that dope, 'cause that's my kinfolk's
We got the bricks, I got the bitches for the upper load
We wet 'em up and then it rain, their blood, it rinsed off
Lil' mama foreign and exotic, suck my skin off
I bought a Rollie', but I coulda bought a Viper, ayy
Everybody got tigers, so I wan' go get a liger, ayy
I'm so different from these niggas, I won't be like 'em (Fuck 'em all, ayy, swear to God, nigga)
Thugger