I Bought Her (feat. Lil Duke) - Young Thug

Ride me like a Yamaha, yea Dunk right on his hoe, yea Tommy hawk, yea And I'm having swag, yea Buy it off me Oooh buss right at his head put him in a coffin Whoa, Cali tree I hardly am coffin Oooh I remember back when I had lost it All, came back like a fucking zombie Ya, soak that in like a fucking spongy I can't inside if I can't take my gun All these bitches screaming they know I'm the one I will kill one of these fuck niggas for fun Duke my dog he wit me like muhfuckin hunts All my niggas wit me we gone run it up Use to be broke now we in them Bentley trucks I'm just trying to get money and live it up Keep my name out yo mouth if you don't make enough Oh, I'm tryna go gold And my boy shoot like a solider You will get clapped like magnolia You didn't know Why the fuck you a have a note Check my clothes No I can't tell you the sto' Bankroll bankroll bankroll bankroll I did a 40 for a show I did a 40 need some mo Need perks need mo' You on a xan you need some mo I just wanna sip lean till I'm on the floor sleep, eyes closed Ride me like a Yamaha, yea Dunk right on his hoe, yea Tommy hawk, yea And I'm having swag, yea Buy it off me Oooh buss right at his head put him in a coffin Whoa, Cali tree I hardly am coffin Oooh I remember back when I had lost it All, came back like a fucking zombie Ya, soak that in like a fucking spongy Use to be running and ducking on cops Trap In the spot you can run up a block Money over bitches don't need no thot Heard he was talking crazy point him out Duke the blue devil done ran up a knock Imma grinding till I hit the top Remember them days I was on the block Imma keep goin and they just want my spot Stay in my lane and I gotta keep goin Uno he wit me not shooting for fun Lil nigga but my pockets on Pun Diamonds they shining they don't I don't need no sun Pull up and hop out them niggas start running Flipping and turning that money like laundry Get off yo ass and go get you some money Run that shit up and you can't trust nobody Ride me like a Yamaha, yea Dunk right on his hoe, yea Tommy hawk, yea And I'm having swag, yea Buy it off me Oooh buss right at his head put him in a coffin Whoa, Cali tree I hardly am coffin Oooh I remember back when I had lost it All, came back like a fucking zombie Ya, soak that in like a fucking spongy

Why would I buy a Ghost if there's a Phantom? (Yeah) You ain't talkin' 'bout money, I don't understand you (nah) Got Amiri jeans, they ripped up with bandanas (yeah) Got gorillas goin' apeshit with bananas (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) Got jewels like Dipset screamin', "Free Santana" (Free Santana) Got class, I don't fuck with bitches with no manners (yeah) Got carat cut diamonds in the piece, I upped my standards And you know I stay with my slime when I'm in Atlanta (slatt) You know I stay with keys, my pockets stuffed with garlic naans (racks) My bro don't know how to read but he still know how to weigh a block (block) Throw shots at me on the 'Gram but real Gs never stir the pot My opps stay on they live, only person watchin' is the cops (stupid) I don't pay attention to petty shit Better tell 'em get off the porch I'll get your granny hit (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) Poppers and chops for nothin', don't be next on the list (yeah) My shooter come back, he might be next if he say he miss When we say we ride 'round with them sticks, we ain't talkin' wood (yeah) Why do I take these Percs? 'Cause they make me feel good (good) Can't ignore these threats, even though I know I should (should) No 2Pac, get two shots tryna play me like Suge Why would I buy a Ghost if there's a Phantom? (Yeah) You ain't talkin' 'bout money, I don't understand you (nah) Got Amiri jeans, they ripped up with bandanas (yeah) Got gorillas goin' apeshit with bananas (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) Got jewels like Dipset screamin' "Free Santana" (Free Santana) Got class, I don't fuck with bitches with no manners (yeah) Got carat cut diamonds in the piece, I upped my standards (slatt, slatt) And you know I stay with my slime when I'm in Atlanta (slatt) We comin' straight out Atlanta (Atlanta) I pour that mud in the Fanta (lean) Born with a whole lot of manners (manners) I'm fuckin' on Dirty Diana (Diana) Can't walk in my shoes, you don't know what it take Run with the real, I can spot out the fake I'm knowin' that all the real niggas relate They started hatin' when I came out the gate Sticks with me and I'm totin' them sticks Fuck nigga mad 'cause I fucked on his bitch Came out the mud and they hate I got rich Kept it too solid, I'm bangin' that six Gave him a knot, got lil' buddy 'nem hit Now I wake up, eat the shrimp with the grits Never, can not fall in love with no thot I get a kick out lettin' my buddy 'nem hit Been had the vision, now I'm on a mission I love all my niggas, we live so relentless Boss when we hoppin' out Maybachs and Bentleys I got me some top and put dick in her kidneys She told me I was the realest to hit it I hop in a Lambo', go handle my business (skrrt) I just been tourin', been gone for a minute She don't complain 'cause she know I been gettin' it Why would I buy a Ghost if there's a Phantom? (Yeah) You ain't talkin' 'bout money, I don't understand you (nah) Got Amiri jeans, they ripped up with bandanas (yeah) Got gorillas goin' apeshit with bananas (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) Got jewels like Dipset screamin' "Free Santana" (Free Santana) Got class, I don't fuck with bitches with no manners (yeah) Got carat cut diamonds in the piece, I upped my standards And you know I stay with my slime when I'm in Atlanta (slatt)

Talk to 'em! (Woo) I don't even know the bitch (know nothin') These niggas talkin' 'bout about the bankroll, ain't even show the shit, oh (show nothin') Ridin' with a heater, my fuckin' world is cold and shit (cold) Y'all niggas just be pillow talkin' to these hoes, you breaking the code and shit I'm just gettin' older (older) and wiser (wiser) Rollin' with the Airforce on tires (skrr, skrr) And I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin' She gon' keep it on the low like Otis We ain't tryna get her noticed We fuckin' on the low now (low now) Rockin' all these shows (shows, oh) Trap house get them lows out (lows out) Too high geeked, I dozed off I'm thе one that they chose now (chosе now) Everything I post, goes now (goes now) I'm stackin' it up for that rose now (rose now) We takin' chances, don't need no advance (need no advance) Daddy went and died, had pounds in the pantry (pounds in the pantry) I need a blunt, had a bitch with no panties (bitch with no panties) She hid the clip, boy, as soon as I'm landing (soon as I'm landing) Talkin' 'bout me but they ain't know my style (my style) Came from the bottom like what is the while? I really don't give a fuck where he from (he from) You told him, "Stick with them drums" Baby girl, you know you nice (know you nice) Came out the slum and I earned all my stripes (earned all my stripes) What I'm tryin' say is that we fuckin' tonight (fuckin' tonight) Niggas be hatin', they can't live my life (can't live my life) I been too bad, I might make her my wife (make her my wife) He in all black like a thief in the night (thief in the night) Everyday with me, she wantin' to pipe (wantin' to pipe) She say I hit it, that bitch was a lie Talk to 'em! (Woo) I don't even know the bitch (know nothin') These niggas talkin' 'bout about the bankroll, ain't even show the shit, oh (show nothin') Ridin' with a heater, my fuckin' world is cold and shit (cold) Y'all niggas just be pillow talkin' to these hoes, you breaking the code and shit I'm just gettin' older (older) and wiser (wiser) Rollin' with the Airforce on tires (skrr, skrr) And I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin' She gon' keep it on the low like Otis We ain't tryna get her noticed Put it down, baby, dance on the D, yeah (yeah) Need a bih 'bout it, yeah, this the V-12 Say your ex is a lame and he tryna keep up in the club and he fucked up in real Put my heart on my sleeve when I vibe with you (vibe) Glasses on, only eyes for you (the eyes) Buy you Prada 'cause I'm proud of you (proud) Put my pride to the side for you Be aggressive when I'm inside of you Na-na, we ain't takin' no L's (na-na) In Atlanta, we matchin' Chanel Double drank for this cash in the bail Give you my heart but I cannot chill Give you my heart but I cannot chill I got issues and I know it, baby Know I'm the future, feel like Rocky and you know it, baby 'Cause she know me and Duke, we was in the booth, red light, I'm elevated Watch how you pour my cup, lately I been goin' through things Talk to 'em! (Woo, yeah) I don't even know the bitch (I don't even know nothin') These niggas talkin' 'bout about the bankroll, ain't even show the shit, oh (show nothin') Ridin' with a heater, my fuckin' world is cold and shit (cold) Y'all niggas just be pillow talkin' to these hoes, you breaking the code and shit I'm just gettin' older (older) and wiser (wiser) Rollin' with the Airforce on tires (skrr, skrr) And I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin' She gon' keep it on the low like Otis We ain't tryna get her noticed

Yeah, yeah Matt, what up? Woah 6:30 AM, street life 48Hz Nonstop Yeah, yeah, they talkin' down on me And them niggas, they doubted me I really came from the hood You know that I'm a young prodigy Keep it two solid, my brothers, my brothers They tell me they proud of me If you my nigga, you say that you love me You better not lie to me Fuck on your bitch and I pass her back Don't wanna keep the bitch Hop in a foreign, these niggas so boring I don't need no key to switch You want that money, you better get up and go find it I'm makin' heat for the streets and my music be timeless Bust down a Rollie and that's perfect timing Lately, been on the low, I been grindin' I want this shit, I'm for real And I won't stop until I get a mil' I'm only runnin' with real Came from the bottom, I stood in the field These guns automatic, fully or semi I know that they envy, YSL trending Drip all the way from my head to my toes Remember them days I was kickin' them doors This is the life that I chose Look at they face, I pulled up in that Rove' Yeah, yeah, they talkin' down on me And them niggas, they doubted me I really came from the hood You know that I'm a young prodigy Keep it two solid, my brothers, my brothers They tell me they proud of me If you my nigga, you say that you love me You better not lie to me Fuck on your bitch and I pass her back Don't wanna keep the bitch Hop in a foreign, these niggas so boring I don't need no key to switch You want that money, you better get up and go find it I'm makin' heat for the streets and my music be timeless Street shit, keepin' it trill for 'em I kept it too real for 'em I fucked the lil' bitch and she famous Can't say shit, 'cause she still goin' Niggas can't come where I hang at, that shit'll get real for 'em She like to get fucked in her anus and like to get spit on Same money I spent on my pound Same money on them Rick Owens Talk about me when I'm not around And the same people ain't got shit goin' I'll knock your top off, I'm hot as hot sauce, yeah Took her to Top Golf Treat me like a mob boss when I'm with my gang Yeah, yeah, they talkin' down on me And them niggas, they doubted me I really came from the hood You know that I'm a young prodigy Keep it two solid, my brothers, my brothers They tell me they proud of me If you my nigga, you say that you love me You better not lie to me Fuck on your bitch and I pass her back Don't wanna keep the bitch Hop in a foreign, these niggas so boring I don't need no key to switch You want that money, you better get up and go find it I'm makin' heat for the streets and my music be timeless 48Hz Taking 'em down when I'm down Every time I gotta hang around them killers Every time I gotta hang around them killers Every time I gotta hang around them killers