[Verse 1 – Young Thug]
Now baby I can’t tell him
We gon catch him in these streets
Bust his cerebellum
Looking for him like the police
With my umbrella, when I hop up out the phantom
I bang watermelon, that’s the color bandan
Molly got me rollin i can see all of these plotting niggas
I’m like the president, niggas they want to bury me [bad word] they want to rape the kid
I’m fly like pelican, all of these [bad word] wait for bids
I’m sick and tired of the critinitics
All the critics want to bite into my dip sum
I ain’t playing, I’m for real for some
King cobra [bad word] killing off
Too many, too pretty, these the city [bad word] All these [bad word] niggas riding [bad word] without permission
All these critics tryna kill me but its benefit me
There’s a mill near my [bad word]  get it
That’s my [bad word]  get it
Get it

[Hook – Young LA]
All these [?] out here [?]
So many foreign [bad word] in my phone
Imma pull outside with purple
All this [bad word] money on me
It’ll hurt your eyes, it’ll hurt your eyes
It’ll hurt your eyes, it’ll hurt your eyes
It’ll hurt your eyes, it’ll hurt your eyes
It’ll hurt your eyes, it’ll hurt your eyes

[Verse 2 – Young Thug]
On the phone with bloody, listening to the chain gang
When I was young I used to wonder how it feels to gang bang
Now that I bang it feel like my phone don’t ever stop ringing
Play with big B’s and that funeral ain’t gon never stop singing, [bad word] [bad word] riding round with Glock 40s
No lady, but we riding round, looking for shorty
Pistol old, but you know them [bad word] only 30
I been busting since I was 12, my scrap ain’t no virgin
Young niggas, climbing up the [bad word] ladder
We gon reach you, push a [bad word] like you came out of [?]
Hundred shots hit him, fold him up like a centipede
K O J, he like to smoke a [bad word]  no weed
Baow, baow, baow, baow
Man down, get him
Baow, baow, baow, baow
These these [bad word] missiles [bad word] playing with the squad, [bad word] too hard [bad word] to hard, better play the squad

[Hook]