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[intro: young thug]
gator bump, they ain’t swag, though
backburner full of fine hoes
swag journies to the condo
couple milli’ off a ride, woah
that boy c-ssius
n-n-nonstop

[chorus: quavo]
re-up on the bag (re-up), then i walk on the red carpet (hey)
anything i see, i’m sn-tchin’ (woo)
i’m geeked, i see icarly (geeked)
upscale fashion (yeah), on the carpet more than aladdin (yeah)
park it at magic (yeah)
whippin’ up, whippin’ up magic (skrrt, skrrt)

[verse 1: quavo]
two hoes, cl-ssy (two)
but they gon’ still get nasty (two)
wrap it in plastic (hoo)
jayhawks landing in kansas (brr, brr)
this that wraith talk (wraith)
mil talk, all in the safe talk (safe)
ain’t worried ’bout them n-gga, introduce ’em to k talk (k)
go get the bag on a day off (racks)
go get the rings out the playoffs (rings)
pots in the beat, it’s a bake-off (packs)
f-ck on her, then she get laid off (smash)
big boy tools, maaco (big boy)
make a b-tch dance with a draco (dance)
walkin’ with the cheese, that queso (cheese)
that’s huncho, f-ck the rodeo (huncho)
private jet, we don’t do layover (whew)
one call, i’m havin’ your bae over (brrt)
walk out the spot with the makeover (woo)
got her addicted to payola (addicted, hey)

[verse 2: young thug]
yeah, patek philippe (yeah)
different size diamonds and it’s neat (yeah, yeah)
wipe a n-gga nose (yeah)
50 b-tches with me like floyd (yeah, yeah)
if you come to my spot, you gon’ need a motor scooter to tour (yeah)
i’ma put my d-ck in every hoe (yeah), i’m just a freaky lil’ boy (yeah)
i’m takin’ real x, n-gga (yeah)
i’m takin’ real x, n-gga (yeah)
i was hittin’ it from the back and guess what? (what?)
i was grippin’ my tec, n-gga (yeah)
9th grade i was lit, n-gga (yeah)
had a closet full of minks, n-gga (yeah)
universal, hittin’ l!cks, n-gga (yeah)
f&ns when you rich, n-gga
yeah, i took all my old jewelry back and upgraded to baguettes
yeah, i used to be broke, but i’m rich now, i know you heard that
yeah (yeah), i used to watch my big homie, now i know the bird dance (brr)
yeah, now that all my n-ggas free, tell me where the smoke at

[instrumental break]

[verse 3: future]
more smoke than puff
b-tch thick like buff
an’ i’m straight out the slum with the yayo (strong)
snap on this sh-t like i’m fabo (skrrt)
we got squares and bales in clayco
all my money and cars biracial
i can’t count up the stars, they head-top
soon i sit in that foreign, my leg cop
i bought a straight [?] with the crack rock (ya)
hit a l!ck then i wanna cop the maybach (ya)
i [?] was a dope-boy (dope-boy)
never save a hoe like a lifeguard
an’ i got the molly by the eightball (yeah)
i get the bag on a day-day
i f-cked the b-tch on the adderall (adderall)
i put her up in my catalog
soon as i came on the car lot, started fishtailing (skrrt)
yeah, shawty gon’ squirt it then spit it out back, israeli
yeah, shawty gon’ bus’ on the head first, no paramedics
yeah, all i wanted, all i wanted was a hunnid mil
an’ i’m there already

[verse 4: young thug]
go get the bag on a day off (day off)
make her suck d-ck ’til her face sore
i feel this aspirin like rentanol
i got this sh-t out the bando (yeah)
i’m in the coupe with like nine hoes (nine hoes)
you better believe that they fine hoes (fine hoes)
i’m drippin’ sauce with my eyes closed
turned to a horse, i was riding hoes
gator bump, they ain’t swag, though
backburner full of fine hoes
swag journies to the condo
couple milli’ off a ride, woah

- quavo lyrics

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