Young ThugBubbly

wheezy outta here
[young thug:]
my career 'bout to blast like bubbly
I'm not waitin' for her to say she love me
I can tell she fuck with me, man, trust me
I got a ten-year-old mink still ain't fuzzy
three-twenty-five on the dashboard
ridin' in the porsche, rockin' tom ford
I ball at barneys, new christian dior
I took the jet to the new york store
she lick while I'm drivin', I'm stainin' the floor
I took it off track, now I'm ridin' in sport (yeah)
you stay in your feelings, you never my boy
I can't come to the hood, I pull a decoy
another body drop and they screamin' my name
I'm goin' to l.a. on a private plane
could never come back and my family straight (grrah)
I'm touchable? no, I'm too rich and too paid
skeleton cartier, black diamonds face
pull up too deep like a fuckin' parade
old jealous-ass niggas tryna fuck up my pay (ha)
blast off, rolls-royce cullinan rain (broke niggas)
I put baguettes in my wrist and my neck and my ears and my motherfuckin' chains (chains)
this drip out the trenches, I know you gon' dig it, I come through this motherfucker plain (woah)
I cut up my wrist, soakin' wet (yeah) and coachella keep callin', they won't see the face
I took her to china and changed up her climate and now she ain't talkin' the same (woah, yeah)
[travis scott:]
five nights up, still poppin' and ragin'
the svr still lookin' deranged (yeah)
I want her, she wanted the same
hit 'em both same time, both glad that they came (It's lit)
keep me a vibe, but can't keep it contained
know I keep me some dawgs, always keep 'em in training (oh)
tat' a logo on the back of my brain
don't ask me what the fuck am I thinkin'
back of these walls, I'm full of that drank
eric came through with a little entertainment (It's lit)
829, got her lookin' like space
houston it's a problem way we bust in her face and shit
I came with the snakes, no squids (straight up)
I broke out the game with a 456
she lovin' the fest', I see it
she lovin' the fest' (straight up, straight up)
yeah, I see it on her face, and I'm lovin' that body
and lacin', I love you, lil' spider and drake
yeah, I know you got taste, if you love you some, take shots with me
If I love you, I'll drop you a pin to a time and a place (wait)
[drake:]
ysl'll put a nigga six feet
I ain't beggin' when I tell a bitch, "please"
me and lil' thugger on fleek
now that lil' ho wanna meet, ayy
what, what, what, what?
fuck her on beat
ovo life not cheap
I'm a young boy too t'd
wire just hit my account, never seen that amount, oh god, I'm geeked
been on the charts for five hundred weeks, so somebody love when I speak
doin' this shit just to show we get down in the 6, man, it's bigger than me
texas ranch so big, that shit is perfect for the dippin'
I don't care how wet I get her, she won't catch me
three-twenty-five on the dashboard
ride in the porsche, rockin' tom ford
rockin' her bed and the headboard
what, what, what, what?
buyin' out louis and christian dior
I took the jet to the new york store
park at the regular airport
you stay in your feelings, was never my boy