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