STS lyrics

[Intro]
Supa, aha

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Two-door, double R, ridin' in the foreign car
n*ggas can't see me
If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery
Crazy presi' beze's on a motherf*ckin' Rollie
You rogue-ish, you poor, yes, I f*ck 'round and roll
I'm gon' slam the door, slam the door, slam the door, slam the door
Slam the door on a Aventador
Lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, lit it up
Now it look like c*ckroach
Hop out with a Patek on my wrist and keep the forty-four
Hopscotch with his thot, thot
I'ma f*ck her at my mother' spot

[Verse 1: Strick]
Started chasin' the check, turned the bank into a nest
Cuban link around my neck takin' a bird bath
Cartier bracelet got pointers and a Audemar to match
If they talkin' 'bout my game, they speakin' all cash
New Bent', paper tag
I can see they envy and mad
I done f*cked around and got in my bag (My bag)
I done stayed down and got me a bag (Bag)
No calculator, still doin' math
Gotta add up and tear me a tag
Rockstar, showed up with them bands
I just jumped off a jet to a Sprinter (Yeah, yeah)
I got Brazilians makin' me dinner
Took a loss and it made me a winner
Wearin' Moncler, it ain't even winter
Add the wind, got the clouds in the ceilin'
Add the money up, subtract the feelin'
They say, "Slatt," when we walk in the buildin'
I can't save her if she goin' with the fishes
Copped some new guns to switch up my mission
Slime sh*t, I ran up the digits
Count it with no intermission
Her best friend done gave me the gushy
I mixed it with Sherbet and Cookie
Yeah, off the top, roll with a groupie
Have a ménage when I land, ah
Today I did Dior and Gucci
Yeah, my Off-White was lookin' like dandruff
Three white b*tches, I'm a clansmen
Kendra, Khloe and Karan
Came out the gutter, I made it, yeah
Wall Street money like Madoff
Yeah, aha, all that hatin' ain't phase us
Laugh to bank like Faizon
Still ain't takin' no days off
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Two-door, double R, ridin' in the foreign car
n*ggas can't see me
If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery
Crazy presi' beze's on a motherf*ckin' Rollie
You rogue-ish, you poor, yes, I f*ck 'round and roll
I'm gon' slam the door, slam the door, slam the door, slam the door
Slam the door on a Aventador
Lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, lit it up
Now it look like c*ckroach
Hop out with a Patek on my wrist and keep the forty-four
Hopscotch with his thot, thot
I'ma f*ck her at my mother' spot

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Oxycotin, she feel it in her test tubes (Woo)
Money (Money), callin' (Slatt)
I'ma answer my phone like, "What it do?" (Hey)
I keep a quarter pound or two
Big Balencies, yeah, that's what the money do (Let's go)
She swear to God that she love me (Yeah, yeah)
I was just pourin' out the bubbly (Pour it up)
I was fillin' up drinks with this muddy (Fill it)
Draco with me, it ain't 'bout my money (Woo)
Dr. Dre, Eminem, we go and gift M&M's
My house a exhibit, it's dim
I was rockin' some Off-White black Timb's (Let's go)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Two-door, double R, ridin' in the foreign car
n*ggas can't see me
If I pop another X pill, I'll be out my misery
Crazy presi' beze's on a motherf*ckin' Rollie
You rogue-ish, you poor, yes, I f*ck 'round and roll
I'm gon' slam the door, slam the door, slam the door, slam the door
Slam the door on a Aventador
Lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, lit it up
Now it look like c*ckroach
Hop out with a Patek on my wrist and keep the fourty-four
Hopscotch with his thot, thot
I'ma f*ck her at my mother' spot

[Outro: Young Thug]
Two-door, double R, ridin' in the foreign car
n*ggas can't see me
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Crazy presi' beze's on a motherf*ckin' Rollie
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
I'm gon' slam the door, slam the door, slam the door, slam the door
Slam the door on a Aventador
Woah, woah, woah
Hop out with a Patek on my wrist that keep the forty-four
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, wish