Ring (feat. Young Thug)

Yeah DY crazy You young Gs and OGs, you know DJ on the beat so it's a banger That choppa go I let it ring (brrr) You know what I mean (yeah) I don't drink green (uh-uh) I need my green (let's go) I just wanna cum on her (what), her face and her spleen (ugh, ugh) I just wanna let this bitch (what), let this bitch ring (rrr, rrr) When shit get wrong, it can't go right I've been known to get shit blown outta proportion by my sight Be careful what you about it, put that on ice I'm not gon' tweet, I'm not gon' type Whatever you say, okay, alright You pick your fate, you pay your price Just know I do not play, alright Yeah, I been acting hard I send 'em to God (I send 'em to God) My dog like dodge (aye) They pull up and charge (they pull up and charge) I'm riding the ten speed (skrr) It's hard to pull out the 'rage (yeah) It's dark, I'm fucking your daughtеrs (yeah) They twins, I'm Mr. Rogers Now this is a problеm with a hundred thousand dollars in the truck Ain't talk shit, we follow them punks You cross that line, everybody getting ducked Fast forward 25 years, and I grew up Nigga talk shit, don't do shit to 'em Press Atlanta, your string get pulled Got a problem, bring it to 'em Just don't be so immature I let it ring (brrr) You know what I mean (yeah) I don't drink green (uh-uh) I need my green (let's go) I just wanna cum on her (what), her face and her spleen (ugh, ugh) I just wanna let this bitch (what), let this bitch ring (rrr, rrr) When shit get wrong, it can't go right I've been known to get shit blown outta proportion by my sight Be careful what you about it, put that on ice I'm not gon' tweet, I'm not gon' type Whatever you say, okay, alright You pick your fate, you pay your price Just know I do not play, alright, alright This shit on sight, don't blame it on strike Don't blame it on ice, don't blame it on drink I took a lil' X, I fuck on my ex I did a lil' wrong, I'm making it right Where did he go? He ran out back He must've ran track, I slash his back I got war wounds, under my tats I got a few bloods, they all say slatt I got a few crips, they all on neck I busted on her lips, but not her back It's not my bitch, it's not my neck I'm just her pimp, I'm not her dad The cops pulled me over, they smelled my thrax It's not my gat, but them my racks Them my lewis, and them my slatts And this my car and that's my bitch Ain't none of your concern, keep me outta that shit, nigga All on my dick, tryna follow my bitch If you catch me in Vegas, I'ma catch a new case 50 niggas with you and I'ma be in your face Nigga think this shit a game, bet his ass get stabbed 19 in the clip, let his ass get had Best case scenario, get your ass kidnapped Worst case, end up in a plastic bag With no order there is chaos Never let 'em handle a nigga Motherfuckin' player, I do it like in Atlanta, nigga You do that shit for IG and the fucking camera You 'gon be happy 'til someone teach you some fucking manners When shit get wrong, it can't go right I've been known to get shit blown outta proportion by my sight Be careful what you about it, put that on ice I'm not gon' tweet, I'm not gon' type Whatever you say, okay, alright You pick your fate, you pay your price Just know I do not play, alright, alright I let it ring (brrr) You know what I mean (yeah) I don't drink green (uh-uh) I need my green (let's go) I just wanna cum on her (what), her face and her spleen (ugh, ugh) I just wanna let this bitch (what), let this bitch ring (rrr, rrr) You know what the fuck going on with us, man