[Pre-Hook: Duke]
Let me stand up in that p**y like I’m on Atlanta
Beat that thang up, sideways, up, down and back
I say, ‘Get that head and get ghost’, they should call me Casper
I got that money on my mind, if he ain’t ’bout on mind
Real stand-up n***a, no comedy
Everywhere, these b**hes see us, man, I swear that they runnin’
Two bossed up and I can’t look back, I can’t run, I have no money
And I get back to my hood and my homies pa**in’ the homeless
[Hook: Duke]
That’s what we call bad homage
These n***as act like they want it
Pull up with choppers, we want it
Most of ’em other n***as I run with be wanted
Pull up, spray your (-), lend my coundolescense
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Bring you to the Thugger, meet me on (-), new gold medal
These b**hes ain’t know who no better
My old crew better, I k** ’em like they special
And that’s because they is, cook fish scale with sk**
And my weed kind of loud like a motherf**in’ P.O
Oh, I want to spend my mind wit’ you
I want to spend my life wit’ you
I want to ride my bike wit’ you
I want a wife and girl that’s you
I will stand over you like Moses
I do my best and, yeah, she know this
Said, ‘Only got one face, ain’t no emoji’
I swear these Gottis ain’t no bogus
sh**, even though I’m hot, I got the coldest wrist
I made a million, then she know about it
I showed my brother little b**h and he don’t know about it
[Pre-Hook]
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[Verse 2: Duke]
Real n***a since day one, I can’t switch up
Always stood up in my hood, no, I can’t b**h up
Took a flight to the West Coast, b**h, I’m back in 6-0
[Pre-Hook]
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