Mister

[Intro] Mister (x3) Hey Mister Mister (x3) [Hook: Young Thug] I don't give no fuck about you Just make sure you ball me mister Hundred thousand dancers in my house Just make sure you ball me mister I live my life just like a mister I fuck these hoes just like a mister I treat your bitch like they no mister I live my life just like a mister [Verse 1: Young Thug] Thugga Thugga throw a hundred bands off in a day Thugga Thugga throw a hundred bands on anybody Fuck niggas know we got them bodies Fuck nigga slimin' is a habit Throw them bands rack-cakes turn to flipper Thugga goin' crazy shootin' missiles (Blahh blahh) Man down, stand down Wassup, young round, you slime? Hands down! I cash out so fast and I head straight to any town Young Thugger, Young Thugger got Migos with 40 pounds I told my young vato he shoot up, you goin' down Mister, Mister, Mister, Mister, lay it down [Hook: Young Thug] [Verse 2: Wavy Wallace] All the hoes they know my name, but you gotta call me mister I'm workin' ho right on my Insta, [?] got work off Insta Thugger droppin' bombs, and I'm letting off the missile Thugger baby don't miss 'em, probably fuck a friend of her sister Young nigga you better listen, my money claimed by my position So many claim that they ball, when they ain’t even Scottie Pippen They name my bank roll “David Blaine”, ‘cause my shit a magician This shit just start doin’ tricks, [?] how it just start flippin’ Yeah I might spend my money on my bitch, but that don’t mean that I’m shrinkin’ And it’s something I’m sipping Moet, but that don’t mean that I’m trippin’ A lot of my woes is Blood, the rest of my niggas is Crip They gives no fuck about your position, so make sure you call me mister [Hook: Young Thug]