Young Thug – White Gold lyrics

Aye (Drank)
Take a lil’ sip of that ay
Flood all my b**hes in that
I’m in the projects with that pack
My j**ellery leave them blind like bats
Diamonds for her in the back
Hit that lil’ b**h from the back, she’s dead
They be like how I do that
Pop a lil’ zannie relax
I got my racks, you get wet
If he got racks he get taxed
5 4 3 2 1 attack, b**h
All of my woadies say that
p**y n***a they some rats
This won’t go in my pockets, they fat
No catch
But all my b**hes they brats
Take a lil’ perc and relax
These n***as up to something
She need to f** or something
I got hoes, no lie
Got dope keep the door locked
God know i’ma go hard
Get embarra**ed, she won’t go down (awww)
Keep racks for some bullsh**
Driving down Wilson
Blew a track on a boat trip
Im with your girl and she love me-eeee
I would hang you if I had a rope
By Hannah Montanas on adderalls
Los Angeles, pushin’ catalogs
Im here for the cash, b**h hand it over
Homie got whacks if you a smoker
If I ain’t workin then im west coasting
Got a baddie keep her legs open
If I hop out the Audi I got sosa
Yeah, no lie
Got dope keep the door locked
God know i’ma go hard

Get embarra**ed, she won’t go down (awww)
Keep racks for some bullsh**
Driving down Wilson
Blew a track on a boat trip
Im with your girl and she love me-eeee
I could recycle, recycle this
I f** with trees heavily
I’m dope pedalling to my gold medal-
Looking like I found the treasure chest
Bezzle’s best, call it f**in life
Gucci, Louis and it’s OVO
(?) inducing im on the road
Got juice everywhere, came in through the package
If I’m on the block, boy I got packs (yeah)
If I’m on the block, bet I got that
Picking up cash, no tax
Im in all black, all white gold
Swing low
Check rifle, chain, no goals and white girl
You a snake, you a python
VVS cut, Diamonds (ay)
Take a lil’ sip of that ay
Flood all my b**hes in that
I’m in the projects with that pack
My j**ellery leave them blind like bats
Diamonds for her in the back
Hit that lil’ b**h from the back, she’s dead
They be like how I do that
Pop a lil’ zannie relax
I got my racks, you get wet
If he got racks, he get taxed
5 4 3 2 1 attack, b**h
All of my woadies say that
p**y n***a they some rats
This won’t go in my pockets, they fat
No catch
But all my b**hes they brats
Pop a lil’ perc and relax
These n***as up to something
She need to f** or something

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