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(Verse: Young Thug)
(Beast mode, the tight mode, lifestyle)
Beast mode, the tight mode, lifestyle lipo
Run up on a yung thugga plan
And I'mma burn yo head like Michael
Kimbo, slice those, arms off of his body
Yesterday I was broke, today I got M's, no Illuminati
Los Angeles lifestyle, I left a dude fo the fishers
Fuck nigga, youz a rat, ya got whiskers! Ya full of it!
I'm an emperor! Leave em in the attic, no temper
Rap around his chest like spenders
Then open up like it's Christmas
Live life a number seven
I'm not Mike Vick, but I'm a G!
Like one thousand, speaking one thousand
I spend a thousand, on my trousers
Smoking white boys, eight maulas
In the mountains is where they found us
I pray the critics stay behind us
And we ain't gay anyway, all the ladies can climb us
I pull thru yo set, ya hear cops, ya get bust
Ya hear sticks, ya hear Tecks, we shoot heads, we shoot necks
M16, they come thru that vest and they come for yo soul
And they come for yo flesh, they turn white teethers
My skin is a mess, we tryin' ta hit ya, but not for yo legs
We come in the noon, we come in the morning
We try leave ya sick like ya just caught pneumonia
I redo yo hair, but not when I saw ya
I dive in yo bitch, I might have a cow bunga(?)
I wet up yo block like my momma tsunami
No sperm, but I'm sellin errything on me
Booker T Washington, it's history
Yo nickname Scooby Doo, cuz youz a mystery
Let my nigga wrapper rap em like a cypher
Webster, we come in yo home!
And ya betta come out and stop her!