I Remember

[Hook: Lil Duke] My country boy’s on the way, I’m finna serve him I want you to hold this K, and don’t act nervous Them goons around me, and they working We getting them birds in, and that’s for certain He claim that he a boss but he never took a loss Playing both sides, that’s that shit that’ll get your ass offed Got some shooters on a budget, they’ll kill your ass for nothing Run up on you with that carbon, 40 clip into his noggin They vicious [Verse 1: Young Thug] Your bitch is naked washing dishes She like my lifestyle, she say we live too religious Two thousand for my gators, them bitches look itchy Bitches got bumps, and I’m rich like Donald Trump Driving around with that pump, pockets look like a lump Weed smelling like skunks, blunts big as a stump Bitches wan’ fuck Young Thug and they wanna fuck on Duke, uh Thugger not with the bullshit, baby I just want fun Boolin’ out in the [?] baby, I came up off midget Now we not getting pulled over but my whole crew got them tickets Baby I’m YSL, I’d love to come to the funeral No I’m not no physic but I got powers just like Yugi-oh [Hook: Lil Duke] My country boy’s on the way, I’m finna serve him I want you to hold this K, and don’t act nervous Them goons around me, and they working We getting them birds in, and that’s for certain He claim that he a boss but he never took a loss Playing both sides, that’s that shit that’ll get your ass offed Got some shooters on a budget, they’ll kill your ass for nothing Run up on you with that carbon, 40 clip into his noggin They vicious [Verse 2: Lil Duke] I’m in the front of the line like the motherfuckin’ hearse do I know Thugger killed verse one, I’m ‘bout to kill verse two DK in a new Ferrari, damn we runnin’ ‘round the lobby We so high off life, and we ain’t got no fucking option Reel them ducks in, we call it going fishing Washing machine all that money, we call it cleaning dishes Making birds take a bath, we call it shaving pigeons And I ain’t PeeWee Longway but your ho know I’m dealing I’m cold hearted, I don’t got no feelings In that new drop top, I don’t got no ceilings The roof is absent, ball like I got cancer I’m the man in Atlanta, ask your favorite dancer [Hook: Lil Duke] My country boy’s on the way, I’m finna serve him I want you to hold this K, and don’t act nervous Them goons around me, and they working We getting them birds in, and that’s for certain He claim that he a boss but he never took a loss Playing both sides, that’s that shit that’ll get your ass offed Got some shooters on a budget, they’ll kill your ass for nothing Run up on you with that carbon, 40 clip into his noggin They vicious