Young Thug — What to Say

[Intro: Young Thug] YSL the mothafuckin', uh We the real band gang, bitch I made a million in twenty two days, fuck boy (808 Mafia) Ha! [Verse 1: Lil Duke] Came from the jungle with animals Can't run if you don't got no stamina Since a young nigga, been runnin' with hammers Fire your ass off like a candle Race through the city of Atlanta Ball on these niggas like cancer Ball on your bitch like a bouncer Not buying if it's less than an ounce We walk in the club, they announce Poppin' them bottles, we standing on couches Real niggas that can vouch I really got 'em and got 'em right out No limit soldier, my young niggas 'bout it We poppin' that Molly while we in the lobby Geekin', we stoners like Whitney and Bobby She want a check and all my niggas got it We want respect and we gon' die about it Fuck all the rules, we don't abide by 'em Call up the jeweler, buy a couple diamonds Straight from the [?], you knew we flew private Thumb through the money, I know how to count it Checks keep coming like I get allowed I just want head bitch, suck on my privates I want me a foreign, I'm tryna decide which They all gon' ride, pink slip Came with no miles, these rappers be lyin' Tryna compare but we are not [?] I need me two hoes, I need me a pair TM88, you know he made the beat Get up off your ass and get up on your feet [Verse 2: Young Thug] Get off your ass, go get you some bread Get off your ass, go get you some money That money keep coming, we runnin' from money We runnin' from money, that shit grow on trees Around here, bitch get on your knees Surround players, so yes sir, surrend sir I got big sticks with me, yeah this a rent, sir Oops, they don't surrender, she a lil' tender Ah, fuck her from the back, damn screamin' too hard, forget her Baby back-back, uh, give me mama 'dem Uh, give me Aunt 'dem, uh, watch me slaughter them Uh, I want daughters 'dem, uh I'm a OG Uh, diamonds half green, uh, right out the county, uh Fuck mother 12, I meant fuck mother 12 I meant motherfuck 12, I meant motherfuck jail Yeah, I was eleven years old and I turned 13, fuck 12 Uh, I was standin' in the kitchen, whippin' and wrappin' up bales Uh, I was doin' this shit for real, huh I ain't ever smelled stale, huh I been fresh for real, huh Got Cartier [?], huh Got VVS on my chains, huh Got hoes in the brain, huh Got hoes giving brain, huh Put a ho in the Range, huh Put a ho, give her stain, huh With a red bandana on, and a blue bandana, too And a red bandana on it, and a blue bandana, too [Bridge: Young Thug] Uh, you dig? Fool (Hey!) [Verse 3: Young Thug] Diamonds all colors on me like the clown Yeah, I took over the whole compound Yeah, I'm waitin' on that boy to get out I done stayed down like his muhfuckin' girl I'm rappin' that shit to my crowd And they know every word, yeah-yeah-yeah, ay Pull up on a kid done made it to charts and I didn't even pay-ay-ay And that's my lil' niggas, I speak on it every day Fuck what you thi-i-ink, and fuck what you say-ay-ay Cause we ballin', nigga Ay, motherfuck Spalding, we so ballin', nigga Yeah, we don't need Spalding bitch, we ballin', nigga We don't need to pig tails or jerseys, yeah we ballin', nigga I threw the alley oop, he put the dick in your daughter, nigga Ay, put the dick in your father, nigga, ay Blood rain to the sky, lil' nigga, ay Put his ass in the bed and fuckin' play R-I-P, pussy nigga [Outro: Young Thug] Uh! Courtesy of the YSL motherfuckin' mafia The family In Slime we trust, nigga I put that on Slime Thank you Slime Thank you God, thank you Slime, yeah