STS
(专辑: 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