hurt yo eyes
Singer:young thug
now baby i can't tell him
we gon catch him in these streets
looking for him like the police
when i hop up out the phantom
see all of these plotting niggas
niggas they want to bury me
bitches they want to the kid
all of these bitches wait for bids
i'm sick and tired of the critinitics
all the critics want to bite into my dip sum
king cobra nigga killing off
all these niggas riding dick without permission
all these critics tryna kill me but it's benefit me
there's a mill near my shit
so many foreign bitches in my phone
i'm a pull outside with purple
all this goddamn money on me
listening to the chain gang
when i was young i used to wonder how it feels to gang bang
now that i bang it feel like my phone don't ever stop ringing
play with big b's and that funeral ain't gon never stop singing
nigga riding round with glock 40s
but you know them bitches only 30
i been busting since i was 12
climbing up the fucking ladder
push a nigga like you came out of
fold him up like a centipede
these these fucking missiles
nigga playing with the squad