Poetry lyrics

[Refrain: Young Thug]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Yeah, hey, oh)
(Yeah, I'm in London got my beat from London)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I whip the dope out the bowl, I'ma go get me some money
I got no clouds in my stones, you shoulda went to Eliantte
I went in quiet in the mornin' then I got in it with the stormin'
Bonnie and Clyde with my hoe, n*ggas know we up to somethin'

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
Put the racks but on my wrist cause I'm on
I put a few carats inside of a Richard now it's more
Yeah, my sh*t came in red my n*gga Maino sh*t is black
Yeah, I put a Patek right on the head of a rat
I'm get full of these millions I done ran a few racks up
Had to take me some Ritalin cause this money is dangerous
All my n*ggas relentless, yeah, n*ggas might end up missing, yeah
Man I hope she a misses, on my di*k was just kissing
If you ever-ever come around me you might end up with b*tches
Told the kids I never cooked the key but they can use the dishes
You told the b*tch 'bout the dropbox, n*gga, you gotta be kidding
I put my nut on a thot-thot and her friendses (Yeah, yeah)

[Refrain: Young Thug]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Ooh, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh, yeah)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Ooh, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh, yeah)
[Verse 1: Maino, Young Thug & Maino & Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I thought these n*ggas was killers (Yeah)
They was just selling us lies (Oh, yeah), how could he turn out a rat? (Yeah)
n*ggas was never this live (Oh, yeah), told y'all that my record real (Real)
Getting money , f*ck a record deal
First n*gga in my whole city with a rose gold Richard Mille
How could you see what my days like if you can't feel what my pain like
Diamonds is gleaming like daylight, you could just tell what I'm made like
I'm so connected to Zone 1, treat a new b*tch like a old one
One car full of young thugs, oh God, all those guns
Yeah, tell 'em I'm ready to ride your enemy gotta be mine
That's real n*gga energy Slime, they should've known we was the vibes
We are the vibes, put it on God, I am that guy look in my eyes
None of you n*ggas was ever this life, hey

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I whip the dope out the bowl, I'ma go get me some money
I got no clouds in my stones, you shoulda went to Eliantte
I went in quiet in the mornin' then I got in it with the stormin'
Bonnie and Clyde with my hoe, n*ggas know we up to somethin'

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I left your sh*t on the dashboard (On the dashboard), I gotta see where this cash goin' (Give me this, huh)
Money and cash flow (Ayy), got a big ol' jet where my legs can fold (Fold, ayy)
Learn my timetables when I was four, I ain't let the illuminati ain't take my soul (Oh, hey)
n*gga don't play with these hoes, man shut the f*ck up, b*tch fold my clothes (Oh, oh)
I can spread that sh*t out come and go, just like a kid stacking up these legos (Oh, oh)
These n*ggas talking like hoes, shut the f*ck up or we wipin' your nose (Oh, oh, boom)
Rollies and Pateks, dropped out a school but I wasn't a bast*rd (Ayy, bast*rd)
I put a baddie on a jet out of Minneapolis (Minneapolis)
Walk out a cabbin', I'm a old school n*gga, I'm reckless (Oh, oh, oh)
Left a Mercedes Benz at Chalice on factories (Oh, oh, oh)
I copped a Maybach coupe, me Wizard and Steve Harvey (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'm bout to raise all my woes, I put Chanel on my doors
[Refrain: Young Thug]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Ooh, yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I whip the dope out the bowl, I'ma go get me some money
I got no clouds in my stones, you shoulda went to Eliantte
I went in quiet in the mornin' then I got in it with the stormin'
Bonnie and Clyde with my hoe, n*ggas know we up to somethin'

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
Put the racks but on my wrist cause I'm on
I put a few carats inside of a Richard now it's more
Yeah, my sh*t came in red my n*gga Maino sh*t is black
Yeah, I put a Patek right on the head of a rat
I'm get full of these millions I done ran a few racks up
Had to take me some Ritalin cause this money is dangerous
All my n*ggas relentless, yeah, n*ggas might end up missing, yeah
Man I hope she a misses, on my di*k was just kissing
If you ever-ever come around me you might end up with b*tches
Told the kids I never cooked the key but they can use the dishes
You told the b*tch 'bout the dropbox, n*gga, you gotta be kidding
I put my nut on a thot-thot and her friendses

[Refrain: Young Thug]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh