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[Intro: Thug]

SEX
What's up, nigga? What's
Uh, ayy

Yee

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Young
All my yellin' slatt, all my bitches, they get slimy (Woo, woo, woo)
Get the bag, got too many racks, we don't put on fake diamonds (Let's go, go)
run off with that pack, do it again if you remind me (Let's go)
All my bitch's ass fat, she let me hit it from her (Okay)
Told 'em not to hit me back 'til a nigga down bad
Told his about these racks, I'm not spendin' any time soon
Took bad bitches out the mud, bitch, I might be a
I got porcelains behind the rose diamonds and I shine (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Young
I got in the picnic, I was thinkin' 'bout sharin' these riches
I got bitches on bitches on bitches, thinkin' 'bout 'em all in my business
I gotta see what I'm spendin', I keep a dime with me (Woo)
I got some trees like it's Christmas, I'm up with big definition
Hop out with the racks, I got a bitches
Spend time with, with these racks, all my jewelry
I got big baguettes, baby, babe,
Uh, Treyway, (Woo)

[Chorus: Hoodrich Juan & Young Thug]
All my yellin' slatt, all my bitches, they get slimy (Woo, woo, woo)
Get the bag, got too many racks, we put on fake diamonds (Let's go, let's go)
We'll run off that pack, do it again if you remind me (Let's go)
All my ass fat, she let me hit it from behind her (Okay)
Told 'em not to hit me 'til a nigga really down bad
Told his bitch about racks, I'm not spendin' any time soon
Took bad bitches out the mud, bitch, I might be a
I got porcelains behind the rose gold and I shine (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo
Walk in yellin' slatt, we got MONY RSPT
See us in the Hellcat, yellin' Free my Yak
Bleveland Ave we at, she suckin' that dick, it gon' make you wet
She a lil' freak for the bust down Patek, soon as it touch down, I bust the pack
Slime nigga, wipe nose, broke boy be sloppy joe
Clutch on the stick, he'll knock at your door, I her, she a lil' freak, she a ho
Can't wife it, you know I'm in love with my dough, I know how to aim with the fuckin' scope
I pull up with that Draco, go loco, find out where the opps live and pull a kickdoor
Come to the trap, we got numbers limbo, all of my bitches get slimy
Don't tweet for no nigga, we catch him, he dyin', a million and all of them mine
I got me a check, I done ran up them digits, cap ass nigga, you a fitted
Saint Laurent hoodie, is tryna get in my business (Bitch)

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Young
All my yellin' slatt, all my bitches, they get slimy (Woo, woo, woo)
Get the bag, got too many racks, we don't put on fake (Let's go, let's go)
We'll run off with that pack, do it if you remind me (Let's go)
All my bitch's ass fat, she let me hit it behind her (Okay)
Told 'em not to hit me back 'til a really down bad
Told his bitch about these racks, I'm not spendin' any soon
Took bad out the mud, bitch, I might be a slime
I got porcelains behind the gold diamonds and I shine (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Young
All my niggas slatt (Aw, woo)
All my bitches, they get (Woo, woo, woo)
We'll run off that pack
Do it if you remind me (Yeah)