Young Thug and Duke - With That

Yeah
I'm so through with that
I'm so through with that
(We got London on da Track)

Hunnid bands, hunnid bands
Dropped on the head of any nigga want it, man (woo)
Pop me a Xanny I'm fast
I'm so fast, I'm so faster than Sonic, man (pew)
True the man, true the man
True to my nigga, True Religion Buddha, man (woo)
My money stack tall as Ludacris afro
And I swear I'ma shoot with that (woo)
I just hit for nine birds, what I'ma 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 (so fresh)
If you are a nerd, everything here you not cool with that

Yes, you not cool, no you not bool (what?)
I don't give no damn I'm not calling you boo (mm-mm)
My bitch she a jewel
You can't prove a point, boy, you know you so doomed (you dig?)
You know you so doomed
I swear I'm so lost with no clue, don't know what to do (yeah)
Overlap, overlap
I overlapped on these niggas
Ain't know how to milk these cows
She made that dick grow, now it big like a tower
Yaow, front pockets filled up with bands, no bible

Hunnid bands, hunnid bands
Dropped on the head of any nigga want it, man (woo)
Pop me a Xanny I'm fast
I'm so fast, I'm so faster than Sonic, man (pew-pew)
True the man, true the man
True to my nigga, True Religion Buddha, man (Truey, woo)
My money stack tall as Ludacris afro
And I swear I'ma shoot with that (sheesh, sheesh)
I just hit for nine birds, what I'ma do with that? (sheesh, sheesh)
Pull up on the curb
Then you hop out and be through with that (skrrt)
I'm so fresh like dish detergent
If you not fresh she so through with that (fresh)
If you are a nerd, everything here you not cool with that (hey, dork)

Pull up, hop out on the block
They tuck in they tail like a "Who the clan?"
We dressed in all black
I'm always on the road, just like a Uber man (attention)
We wrappin' and sendin' them packs
Soon as they land we movin' em (wrappin')
Blame it on the OG's, they influenced me (I'm ridin' with felons)
I ain't just make your money, nigga (uh-uh, no)
I ain't just make money, nigga (ain't just make money, nigga)
I put lipstick on the Rari, she say that's delicious (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Who that is in that Crown Vic? He look suspicious (who him?) (shh)
I just jugged a hunnid pounds, I made a

Hunnid bands, hunnid bands
Dropped on the head of any nigga want it, man (woo)
Pop me a Xanny I'm fast
I'm so fast, I'm so faster than Sonic, man (woo, pew)
True the man, true the man
True to my nigga, True Religion Buddha, man (sheesh, woo)
My money stack tall as Ludacris afro
And I swear I'ma shoot with that (sheesh, sheesh)
I just hit for nine birds, what I'ma do with that?
Pull up on the curb
Then you hop out and be through with that (skrrt, skrrt)
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

Yeah, you not cool with that
No, you not cool with that
No, you not cool with that
Yeah

Written by:
Jeffrey Williams, London Holmes

Publisher:
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