Bubbly

[Intro] Wheezy outta here [Verse 1: Young Thug] My career 'bout to blast like bubbly I'm not waitin' for her to say she love me I can tell she fuck with me, man, trust me I got a ten-year-old mink still ain't fuzzy Three-twenty-five on the dashboard Ridin' in the Porsche, rockin' Tom Ford I ball at Barneys, new Christian Dior I took the jet to the New York store She lick while I'm drivin', I'm stainin' the floor I took it off track, now I'm ridin' in sport (Yeah) You stay in your feelings, you never my boy I can't come to the hood, I pull a decoy Another body drop and they screamin' my name I'm goin' to L.A. on a private plane Could never come back and my family straight (Grrah) I'm touchable? No, I'm too rich and too paid Skeleton Cartier, black diamonds face Pull up too deep like a fuckin' parade Old jealous-ass niggas tryna fuck up my pay (Ha) Blast off, Rolls-Royce Cullinan rain (Broke niggas) I put baguettes in my wrist and my neck and my ears and my motherfuckin' chains (Chains) This drip out the trenches, I know you gon' dig it, I come through this motherfucker plain (Woah) I cut up my wrist, soakin' wet (Yeah) and Coachella keep callin', they won't see the face I took her to China and changed up her climate and now she ain't talkin' the same (Woah, yeah) [Verse 2: Travis Scott] Five nights up, still poppin' and ragin' The SVR still lookin' deranged (Yeah) I want her, she wanted the same Hit 'em both same time, both glad that they came (It's lit) Keep me a vibe, but can't keep it contained Know I keep me some dawgs, always keep 'em in training (Oh) Tat' a logo on the back of my brain Don't ask me what the fuck am I thinkin' Back of these walls, I'm full of that drank Eric came through with a little entertainment (It's lit) 829, got her lookin' like space Houston it's a problem way we bust in her face and shit I came with the snakes, no squids (Straight up) I broke out the game with a 456 She lovin' the fest', I see it She lovin' the fest' (Straight up, straight up) Yeah, I see it on her face, and I'm lovin' that body And lacin', I love you, lil' Spider and Drake Yeah, I know you got taste, if you love you some, take shots with me If I love you, I'll drop you a pin to a time and a place (Wait) [Verse 3: Drake] YSL'll put a nigga six feet I ain't beggin' when I tell a bitch, "Please" Me and lil' Thugger on fleek Now that lil' ho wanna meet, ayy What, what, what, what? Fuck her on beat OVO life not cheap I'm a young boy too T'd Wire just hit my account, never seen that amount, oh God, I'm geeked Been on the charts for five hundred weeks, so somebody love when I speak Doin' this shit just to show we get down in the 6, man, it's bigger than me Texas ranch so big, that shit is perfect for the dippin' I don't care how wet I get her, she won't catch me— Three-twenty-five on the dashboard Ride in the Porsche, rockin' Tom Ford Rockin' her bed and the headboard What, what, what, what? Buyin' out Louis and Christian Dior I took the jet to the New York store Park at the regular airport You stay in your feelings, was never my boy