Offended lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Meek Milly! Jeffery! Woah!
M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah!
f*ck is you talkin' 'bout? b*tch, you offendin' me!
(f*ck is you talkin' 'bout?)
I just might go 'head and let this lil' b*tch suck my di*k til it tickle me (Suck, suck it up!)
I just might go 'head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it's chemistry (Lean, lean!)
Goddamn! I had four hoes at one time, they was drillin' me (Goddamn-damn! Woo!)
I heard the lil' boy was plottin' on killin' me (Heard, woo!)
f*ck 'round and lift up they soul like Lil Chino be wheelin'
(Brrrrrrt! Woo!)
I usually don't beg but I don't want the ceilin' please (Woo!)
Oxycontin f*ckin' my kidneys up (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Molly, my cup look like bath salt (Molly)
And I'm too high horsed for asphalt (Phew!)
Therefore I'm in clouds from day to dark (What?)
They say that I changed, it's the cash fault (Haha!)
Pay everybody like a cash cow (Yeah!)
I switch through the lanes like a NASCAR (Argh!)
The Rollie stainless, stainless (Rollie)
We young and rich and we dangerous (Yah!)
I'm at Piccadilly's with your missis, n*gga
And the weed stinkin' like a chitlin, n*gga (Rrrgh!)
The money dumb like a Philly n*gga (Yeah)
Make me catch you slippin' then it's Christmas, n*gga (Crimin!)
The bulletproof can take a missile, n*gga
I got Benji on me and he Crippin' n*gga (Hah!)
I done wrapped the benji in the city, ho (Forreal)
I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity, n*gga (Ahhh yeahh!)
Put a swimmin' pool in the livin' room
How I'm livin', n*gga, I ain't swimmin', n*gga (Ayy!)
Only thing that me and Michael Phelps
Got in common is that we winnin' n*gga (Whoa whoa!)
Rock star lifestyle (Whoa whoa!)
Your ho's going wild
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Saint Laurent shorty and totin' that .40
We move through the city like BMF (BMF)
Rocks on the chain like the rocks that I slang
Only difference them b*tches, they VVS (Bling!)
I know these b*tches gon' change
And f*ck on whoever, whenever they see a check (See a check)
If you do not f*ck with the gang
Don't act like you do, when you see us just keep it that (Yo!)
Swing through your block, bring that sweeper back (Sweeper!)
Land on your spot where your peoples at (Brrt!)
Smoke you where ever we see you at (Smoke!)
You don't want no problem so keep it that (Keep it that!)
'Fore you get your man murdered (Murdered!)
Hitters in the van lurkin' (Swervin'!)
I put bread on the beef (What you do?)
Turn it to a hamburger (Woo!)
Put that paper on the scale, n*gga (Scale!)
Little homies talkin' big money
When the wars on you a tell, n*gga (You a tell!)
Put a bag on your main hitta
When them things hit 'em, that's an L, n*gga (Brrt, brrt!)
So you should be home before mama got dinner for sale, n*gga
And that’s all I’ma tell n*ggas, and that's it!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah!
f*ck is you talkin' 'bout? b*tch, you offendin' me!
(f*ck is you talkin' 'bout?)
I just might go 'head and let this lil' b*tch suck my di*k til it tickle me (Suck, suck it up!)
I just might go 'head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it's chemistry (Lean, lean!)
Goddamn! I had four hoes at one time, they was drillin' me (Goddamn-damn! Woo!)
I heard the lil' boy was plottin' on killin' me (Heard, woo!)
f*ck 'round and lift up they soul like Lil Chino be wheelin'
(Brrrrrrt! Woo!)
I usually don't beg but I don't want the ceilin' please (Woo!)
Oxycontin f*ckin' up kidneys
[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Woah, woah, woah
Everywhere I go, I keep a chopper with me, whoa (21, 21)
I ain't with that diss song sh*t, I been a shotta n*gga, whoa (Facts)
Hundred shottas with me, whoa (What?)
VVSs on me, whoa (Yeah what?)
VVSs on me, bling! (Bling?)
Badaboom, badabing! (21)
Mob sh*t, send the hit, shoot up your car sh*t (Oh what?)
Put them blue tips in that cartridge (21)
We put them drums in them carbines (21)
We pull up on rappers and spark 'em (21)
I might take your chain if it sparkle (Facts)
Street n*gga really came from nothin' (What?)
Strip a n*gga like Caine cousin (21)
Kill a n*gga then you sayin' somethin' (What?)
You was talkin', n*gga, I was hustlin' (Facts)
We was shootin', n*gga, you was duckin' (Whoa)
You was textin', n*gga, I was f*ckin' (21)
I was bettin' n*gga, you was bluffin' (21)
Hide and seek, n*gga, I was hunchin' (Facts)
Car foreign and my gun Russian (Why?)
Sneak diss and get a concussion (21, 21)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah!
f*ck is you talkin' 'bout? b*tch, you offendin' me!
(f*ck is you talkin' 'bout?)
I just might go 'head and let this lil' b*tch suck my di*k til it tickle me (Suck, suck it up!)
I just might go 'head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it's chemistry (Lean, lean!)
Goddamn! I had four hoes at one time, they was drillin' me (Goddamn-damn! Woo!)
I heard the lil' boy was plottin' on killin' me (Heard, woo!)
f*ck 'round and lift up they soul like Lil Chino be wheelin'
(Brrrrrrt! Woo!)
I usually don't beg but I don't want the ceilin' please (Woo!)
Oxycontin f*ckin' up kidneys