With That - Young Thug, Duke

Hunnid' bands, hunnid' bands

Dropped on the head of any nigga that want it man

Pop me a xannie I’m fast, I’m so fast, I’m so faster than Sonic man

Tru the man, Tru the man, Tru to my nigga, Tru religion, Buddha man

My money stand tall like Ludacris afro and I swear I’m a shoot with that

I just hit for 9 birds, what I’m a do with that?

Pull up on the curb, then you hop out and be through with that

I’m so fresh like dish detergent, if you not fresh she so through with that

If you are a nerd, everything here you not cool with that

Yes you not cool, no you not bool

I don’t give no damn I’m not calling you boo

My bitch she a jewel

You can’t prove a point, boy you know you so doomed

You know you so doomed

I swear I’m so lost with no clue

Don’t know what to do

Over load, over load I over load on these niggas

Ain’t know how to milk these cows

She made that dick rose now it be like a tower

Yaow, front pockets filled up with bands, no bowel

Pull up, hop out on the block, they tuck

And they tell I go «Who the clan?»

Dressed in all black

I’m always on the road, just like a uber man

We wrappin' and sendin' them packs

Soon as they land we movin' em

Blame it on the OG’s, they influenced me on everything

Count money nigga, I ain’t just made money, nigga

I put lipstick on the rari, she say that’s delicious

Who that is in that Crown Vic, he look suspicious (Shhh)

I just jugged 100 pounds, I made a