Young Thug Out the Bowl song lyrics

Cut my bitch off, wash my dick off

In a bitch mouth, make her kiss your boy

You ain't ride, so you bitched out

Shorty so fine that I can't put the bitch out

But she got me pissed off, damn I should of tricked off

Slick sauce on my clique boss, this ain't Kriss Kross

Brick loft, get it off like the real Rick Ross

1017 boss, bitch call me gold mouth

Big Guwop in the house and he showed out

Disrespect Brick Squad, and you get drugged out

Every time I look down the street, that's a plug walk

Gucci used to be the shiznit, can he still lift?

10 tell 10 that I got your bitch ten pills

Telling everybody in the place, can't sit still

Sorry to say that I know where your bitch live

Gucci used to be a rich man, and he still is

Bag came wrong, Imma show them what the deal is

Rolling like motherfucker, 45 X pills

She make me say (my my my) [?] easy

Woah, woah, woah

We got that fish scale dumping out the bowl

15 hundred climbing out a nigga's nose

Spend 30 thousand dollars on her clothes

Brand new Bentley, Young Thug in it

Her hair extended, my clip extended

Me and her twinses, Ferragamo and Fendi

Jimmy call for the Lindsay's, mouth gold, no pennies

Got to keep up my image, so therefore I got birds flying

Birds over your head, no pretending, I got plenty

Freeze, bitch get in position

Knees, please, suck me till I'm empty

S double M, we gon squeeze it till it's empty

They are like Arthurs, we are like Binkys

Dollar for my cologne, never catch me stinky

Ooh look at her winky, at young [?], oh my G