Nothing But Net lyrics

[Intro: Girl, PARTYNEXTDOOR & Travis Scott]
Hey, I'm not allowed to do this, but does anyone have a cigarette?
A menthol cigarette? It's my birthday
I don't smoke cigarettes
I don't either, that's why I look so young
Cigs? It's her birthday
I think Jordan does
Or just, anything
Jordan?
Jordan?

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
I might use the b*tch for a cook
I might use the b*tch for a stripper
Pistol was a rooster
Ayy, blat!

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
f*ck that other side, n*gga, f*ck that other side (Uh)
We don't play that sh*t
Yeah, grab your girl, tell your b*tch, "Just quit playin"
Later we gon' play that sh*t
It's all good, it's alright
Plenty b*tches down to ride (Uh)
Yeah, and if it all goes down (Brr)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
ABC, about to c*m, she like children on her tongue
I come red like I'm a nun (Woo)
Inhalin' kush with my lungs (Woo)
Covered in green like a f*ckin' iguana
End of the day, I'm the mo'f*ckin' boss, like the f*ckin' your honor
I got Travis Scott inside the spot, and he leanin' like a mothaf*cka
I feed b*tches rocks and load the Glocks
And now she feinin' like a mothaf*cka
Her ass fat so she teasin' like a mothaf*cka
Booty call, n*gga, greedier than a mothaf*cka
Hey, I wanna eat the little mothaf*cka
Icy water, Fiji, mothaf*cka
Let's get it

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
I might use the b*tch for a cook
I might use the b*tch for a stripper
Pistol was a rooster
Ayy, blat!

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
f*ck that other side, n*gga, f*ck that other side
We don't play that sh*t
Yeah, grab your girl, tell your b*tch, "Just quit playin'"
Later we gon' play that sh*t
It's all good, it's alright
Plenty b*tches down to ride
Yeah, and if it all goes down
[Post-Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Nothin' but net
Not-not-nothin' but net (Swoosh, ballin')
Nothin' but net
Nothin' but net
Blat

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Last call, last call for the weed and alcohol
Last call for you to slip out them drawers
Girl, I need it right now, get your ass in this stall
We ain't got time to stall
These n*ggas got me p*ssed off
Sippin' so long, girl, I'm p*ssin' Cristal
Sippin' and swervin'
My words don't know if I crashed into a pool or her jaw
Pops never home, left a long term
On the back when a lil' n*gga had to sit and deal with it
Loner turned rock star, n*gga, under the moon
Got the world in my palm, 'bout to rub her pus*y with it
When you dominate it, come with digits
Let her see the Tempur-Pedic
Bend it over, beat it, skeet it
Then delete it, then repeat it
Then repeat it (Yeah) then she told me...
[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
f*ck that other side, n*gga, f*ck that other side
We don't play that sh*t
Yeah, grab your girl, tell your b*tch, "Just quit playin'"
Later we gon' play that sh*t
It's all good, it's alright
Plenty b*tches down to ride
Yeah, and if it all goes down

[Post-Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Nothin' but net
Not-not-nothin' but net (Swoosh, ballin')
Nothin' but net
Nothin' but net