KE on the track

Saga babe

Love a motherfucking saga babe

Yeah, thot, thot, thot, babe, hey

Ho, ho, ho, ho, bitch, bitch, bitches

I don't need no bitch, I gon' still get all my riches

I'm with these C's, firing shots out to Glizzy

I'm true to my religion, 50 grand in the back of my britches

I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle

I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle

I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle

I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle, hey

Young Thug, got plenty of drugs

I'm friendly without me mug

I'm with my crew, we'll fuck you up

Can't keep me in trouble

I'ma up in Los Vegas, I need hoes, gotta call her double

A-all my young **** shit, they fallin' off fast, yes sir, I love her

Act like we on the move, and knock on the money yes sir, I'm a cover

Yes you make our hand shoes bag

Bi-bitch, you know they custom

Thug-thuggr, baby

T-H-U-G-G-R, kiss a **** bitch perfect, no CPR

Old hunnids up on me, DVR

Bitch seen them bands less, A-J-A-R

Ho, ho, ho, ho, bitch, bitch, bitches

I don't need no bitch, I gon' still get my riches

I'm with these C's, firing shots out to Glizzy

I'm true to my religion, 50 grand in the back of my britches

I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle

I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle

I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle

I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle

We don't shoot buckshot, we like them slugs

Everybody die tonight, bitch except for us

And you know I'm not a crip

But I gave that bitch a C so she suck my cock

You know when I'm mad it's a set line for your bitch today

But a .40 extendo needs skinny jeans, no bitch and lil' body

My all out players say if you play

Cah him gon' leave more stains than the OJ murder scene

Pullin', pullin' up extra clean

I can't do no tug of war lil' ****, you not in my league

There is no comparison, you're a real rat like master splinter

I'm not Gucci, burr, burr, burr, burr, burr

That's the sound of my trunk, I got birds inside of there, yeah

Ho, ho, ho, ho, bitch, bitch, bitches

I don't need no bitch, I gon' still get my riches

I'm with these C's, firing shots out to Glizzy

I'm true to my religion, 50 grand in the back of my britches

I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle

I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle

I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle

I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle

Thot, thot, babe, thot, thot, babe

Th-thot, thot, babe, thot, thot, babe

Thot, thot, babe, thot, thot, babe