(feat. Young Thug)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Uh, keepin' it triller, I walk in the dealer
I'm 'bout to go ham with my young niggas (word)
You know the rule, if you see me in traffic
Don't dap me, you know I don't fuck with you (word)
Rollin' with Nicki and we in the 'Bach and she heated
'Cause I brought the drum with us (word)
You know I'm fresh out the slums, nigga (slums, nigga)
I know it never was love, nigga (woo)
I'm in the trenches, I'm hangin' with killers
An' robbers an' all of the drug dealers (hitters)
We in the section, we plottin' on takin' your chain
When you leave out the club, nigga (stick 'em)
Show no mercy like a 'lago ('lago)
Ain't no money, ain't no convo (convo)
Get your bitch some Louboutins, though
In the back, hit it with the combo (hey-ya)
Bust down, bust down (bust down)
Meek Milly back, like, what now? (what now?)
Bitches that fronted way back in the day
All on the kid like, "What up now?" (up now?)
I'm like, "What's up now?" (sup, bitch?)
You fuck with that lame an' you stuck now (stuck now)
Bulletproof all in the truck now (truck now)
Promethazine in my cup now (cup now)
When you be poppin', these niggas dick ridin'
An' pretty bitches wanna fuck now (woo)
I'm up now (up now), I guess it's love now (love now)
I guess it's all cool (all cool), dope in the dog food (dog food)
Lamborghini got her pussy wet, call it a carpool (whoa)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on 'em (uh, brr)
Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on 'em (uh, brr)
Fuck with me, treat you like a street nigga, we gon' ride on 'em
I'm a megastar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you
No we not selfish, this that real gold you can melt this
I paint 'em up and they tailless
I pass a mil' like the damn quiz
Lil' mama say she won't suck dick
Lil' mama just want some new kicks
All of my bitches, they bad bitches
Your bitch wish she was a bad bitch

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Put some respect on my name (woo)
They got me feeling like Baby (hey)
Diamonds, they on me, go crazy (hey)
Saint Laurent on me, so wavy (hey)
Fucking in around, we ain't fucking around
I can't fuck with these niggas, they shady (no)
I know your jewelry fugazi (I know)
I know the jeweler who made it (who made it)
Frauds, I know these niggas gon' talk about 'em (yeah, yeah)
We gettin' money, they talk about it (yeah, yeah)
We never ever gon' talk about it (yeah, yeah)
We only trappin' and talking dollars
Wait, wait, wait, I'm tryna flip it, get all the profits (flip it)
I hit his bitch now he callin' bout it
I told that nigga I'm sorry 'bout it
Shawty popping in a dog filter (yeah)
I'm a dog, I'm a dog nigga (yeah)
I'm a shooter, I don't call niggas (what?)
On the D'Usse like Wall nigga (woo)
Cross her over, hit her with the woooh
In the Wraith, stars in the roof
Light her up like Pikachu
In the Ghost, playing peek-a-boo
Wait, wait, wait, niggas can't figure me out, hey
I got this stick in the house, hey
I keep a brick in the couch, hey
Sit on that shit in a drought, hey
Sell it for triple the amount, hey
Stack it up, bag it up, add it up, ready for shippin', we sendin' it out
Hey

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on 'em (uh, brr)
Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on 'em (uh, brr)
Fuck with me, treat you like a street nigga, we gon' ride on 'em
I'm a megastar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you
No we not selfish, this that real gold you can melt this
I paint 'em up and they tailless
I pass a mil' like the damn quiz
Lil' mama say she won't suck dick
Lil' mama just want some new kicks
All of my bitches, they bad bitches
Your bitch wish she was a bad bitch

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Hold up, my lil' bitch want some new Chucks
Suck up, suck on that dick, baby
Suck it, suck it 'til you get the hiccups
Ha, look at the wrist
Drift on that dick and catch hiccups
Hop out the back
Hop out like uno, dos, tres
Hah, bitch, I'm back
Popping them percs by the thirties
She say I taste like a pimp
I say, "At least you won't burp"
Jump out that bitch from the back
Slurp, baby, slurp, baby, slurp
Slurp it up until you burp
Rihanna, Rihanna, work, work, work, work
We poppin' bubblegums (pop, pop, pop)
We poppin' bubblegums (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We poppin' bubblegums (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We pop like bubblegum
It's our year now
We poppin' bubblegum
We comin' 'round for some
You know you want some
He ain't know we keep going down
I'ma keep going, never, never, never
Never let 'em have it, never let 'em have it
Grab them hair triggers, nigga, let 'em have it
[??], see this shit
Now I'm freezed though, give me hiccups
Jewelry freeze cup
Lost a mil', got it right back, nigga, please believe us

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on 'em (uh, brr)
Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on 'em (uh, brr)
Fuck with me, treat you like a street nigga, we gon' ride on 'em
I'm a megastar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you
No we not selfish, this that real gold you can melt this
I paint 'em up and they tailless
I pass a mil' like the damn quiz
Lil' mama say she won't suck dick
Lil' mama just want some new kicks
All of my bitches, they bad bitches
Your bitch wish she was a bad bitch