Young Thug — Picture Perfect

*Lyrics from Snippet* [Intro: Young Thug] Oh, oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh [Verse 1: Young Thug & Gunna] Chanel for my queen, baguettes on my team I flooded out my ring, aviators a machine Hermes in my day and a bag for Celine Got cash for my hand, ten bands for this cream I told her the machine, rocking Jordan-sized rings I told 'em we unruly, he's a rat out down the streets I made it out the dope hole, cappin' off a P We been selling out shows, backends through the week Pass me a lighter, don't fuck with writers I'm in the sky, I've been high as a kite, uh New fashion icons, put the whole world on Spider We can do without one, ain't have to use a writer New Saint Laurent, I've been dripping since diaper Private plane flying, I know that no fighter Fourteen young ladies with me like a minor I could no longer sit back and be silent [Chorus: Young Thug] Picture-perfect Patek, quarter M, yeah I know you a star, put a gleam in 'em, yeah [?] another bitch [?] other drip Used to [?] [?] In a different court on another roll [Verse 2: Gunna] Patek 'em like a doja penn, yeah But you got no remorse, Gucci corduroys, yeah Lamborghini Urus, is a motorsport, yeah Fly away to Europe, just to shop of course, uh I've been gettin' this money since the raw reports, mm-mm I've been getting blue hunnids, payout some of the North, mm-mm Who afford the coupe when you silent? All these bags, I'm sippin' drugs, my cup muddy, uh All this glass, drip Piguets my shit flooded, yeah (Let's go) Prada bags, she got ass with no stomach, yeah (Slatt) Gucci bags, clean my glass, then you splungin' I splashed on a hunnid, you look sad in that Honda, yeah (Let's go) [Chorus: Young Thug] Picture-perfect Patek, quarter M, yeah I know you a sta— ... ...