Young Thug — Idol

[Intro] *Lighter flicks and inhale* (We got London On Da Track) [Verse 1] I think my idol is a hater Fuck him, flush him like a radiator (woo) Lil' bitch, I'm ballin' like a pacer (ballin') New condo sittin' on like twenty acres She covered in white, just like a mansion waiter (and what?) I load her with cake like she's an Easy Baker (ooh) Harley Davidson with a stick like Tomb Raider Packin' this bitch with the wood, ha, paper (woo) Mitsubishi stuffed with them birdies, nigga (brrr) You think I'm gay when I go 730, don't get discouraged, nigga (brrr) You the type of nigga that leave and take the purses, nigga (brrr) And you should know my behavior's the worstest, nigga (brrr) [Chorus] Stop playin' (brrr) Stop playin' (brrr) Stop playin' (brrr) Mmmmmmm, stop playin' (brrr) Mmmmmmm, stop playin' (brrr) Ooooh-ahhhh, stop playin' (brrr) Aahh (brrr) [Verse 2] I just bought my bitch a booty, nigga (brrr) 25 bands spent on a scooter, nigga (brrr) You niggas signed to him, I'm just tutorin', nigga (brrr) Hey, I feel lucky like a Buddha, nigga (brrr) "Alphabet boys" is what we call y'all (brrr) Even though your pussy tall, you a small dog (brrr) Rick Ross y'all (brrr) [?], I spotted you with the kid for the bands [?] (woo) Even if you JAY Z, bitch, I'm the hundredth problem (woo) I make her jump like she was born a frog (woo) Tell me if you love me like the fuckin' law (woo) Bitch, I'm drinkin' mud like I'm a fuckin' hog (lean) I got three hoes like I'm Santa fuckin' Claus (woo) I'm with Bird from Magnolia, he sharp like lion claws (brrr) Pina colada, I got a choppa y'all (brrr) And I'ma run it to the top, yeah, I'ma run it now (ha) Hahaha [Chorus] Stop playin' (brrr) Stop playin' (brrr) Stop playin' (brrr) Mmmmmmm, stop playin' (brrr) Mmmmmmm, stop playin' (brrr) Ooooh-ahhhh, stop playin' (brrr) Aahh (brrr)