[Tezzus & Young Thug]
Just remember what happens on Earth
Shout out to my mama, oh, oh, oh, oh
Øway
Gotta take it easy, bigger slime
Slatt, slatt
[Tezzus]
Shouts out to my mama (Shouts out to my mama)
Shouts out to my bros (Shouts out to the bros)
She said she leavin' with my number (She said she leavin' with my number)
Put my finger on my glow (I put my finger on my glow)
I just put my finger on my nose (I put my finger on my nose)
I think it's slime that's in my vein (Slime that's in my vein)
Everybody with me crossin' Ø (They crossin' Ø)
And know that DØLLA be the gang (And know that DØLLA be my gang, Øway, Øway)
[Tezzus]
I put all my ice on in the summer (Slatt), Øway
I put all my ice on in the summer (Summer)
Numb the pain away (Øway, Øway)
I put all my ice on in the summer (All my ice on in the summer), Øway (Øway, Øway)
I put all my ice on in the summer
Numb the pain away (Øway, Øway, Øway, Øway)
[Tezzus]
Øway, Øway, Øway, Øway
Øway, Øway
Slatt, Øway, slatt
[Tezzus]
I'm comin' live from Uy Scuti, slimes, they shootin' 'bout me
5s, they shootin' 'bout me, vibes, got two by me
Vibes gettin' too naughty, ridin' in a Bugatti
Kissin' each other, lickin' each other
I remember depression, it wasn't no light in the tunnel
Now I pull up on Jeffery, I hop right in the Hummer
I got bitches gettin' naked, all of these hundreds
All of these hundreds (Øway), all of these hundreds
I got all of these blue hundreds, I feel like new money
I put my crew on it, I put my shoe on it
I put my foot on him, I put my Loubs on it
I put a bitch on him, that guy was too lonely
Look how they switched on him, they got confused on me
I love your eyes 'cause they remind me of the moon, don't it?
In the sunlight (Øway), 'cause they shine bright
You get one life
[Young Thug]
Shouts out to my mama (Shouts out to my mama)
Shout out to the bros (Shouts out to the bros)
She think she leavin' with my number (Øway, Øway)
Little does she know, ayy
Packin' up the crib (Ayy), we gon' ride to the death (Ayy)
We done came through with the stick, we got the bomb for whoever left (Boom)
And if they kill you, we gon' ride
We ain't playin' with nonsense, walk down the block, no drive-bys
Leave us alone, we tryna get this cash money
Take care of my daughters and both of my mommies
Tryna make it home just to put it all up (Let's go)
To that bitch that left me lonely, I'm still wishin' her good luck (Ha)
I heard she sleep with a jabroni and both of y'all suck (Both of y'all)
Got cash on the floor and I keep millions on the tuck (I said both of y'all)
Told the bond to get a million, start that mean muggin'
And I'm jumpin' in the crowd, nigga, you ain't scaring nothin', hey
[Young Thug]
I wanna give a special shout out to everybody, man
Shouts out to everybody, you dig?
New YSL shit, nigga, the album
Yeah, Slatt made it (Oh, yeah)
[Part II]
[Young Thug]
Shout out to mama, shouts out to God
Shout out to papa, I'm your boy
Shout out to Øway, shouts out to YSL (Øway, Øway)
We livin' all Gs, shout out to myself (Yeah)
Shout out to overseas, love is mad real (Yeah, it's facts)
I'm talkin' Middle East, I'm talkin' Israelis (Hey)
Shouts out to London, niggas in Paris
Shouts out to baby girl, she gettin' nasty (Woah-woah, woah)
[Young Thug]
Uh, I put all my millions up (Yeah), and I surround myself with love
I pour a four inside my cup, you should try when shit mean love
I got peanut butter seats, and shouts out to Bentley (Yeah)
Thugger got so many cars, I can throw some lease in it
Uh, she callin' me daddy, that's the way I like that
All my niggas gettin' fetty, all my niggas live righteous
All my clothes are lethered, my gangsta pour a nine
Im goin' old school what I bought it as a shell to do it right (Rich nigga shit)
She said, She miss me, I'm open for her life (Mwah)
She tell me everything (What?), you said the same night (Pussy)
I just had a Mink 'cause I don't know what to do with you niggas
I'm a snake, I got the zoo wit' these niggas (Hey)
[Young Thug]
Shout out to mama, shouts out to God
Shout out to papa, I'm your boy
Shout out to Øway, shouts out to YSL
We livin' all Gs, shout out to myself
Shout out to overseas, love is mad real
I'm talkin' Middle East, I'm talkin' Israelis
Shouts out to London, niggas in Paris
Shouts out to baby girl, she gettin' nasty
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