Go Getta

[Verse 1: Young Thug] I let my homies air ya out Like a car that's been sittin' for seven days Yeah, and you can split the money seven ways Or, let them strip you like you work at place Ray Bands, dark shades Yeah, purple syrup, call it pink lemonade I'm paid and I sip syrup all day It's my sport you should call it Leanoray Orange and purple (?) Kush sprayed with finger spray Nigga I'm a (?) , you niggas (?) I'm chasin' money, I never ran from that I never ran from jack If you make me run, shit I'm back, uhhh [Verse 2: Yung Booke] (?) piece is too cold, neckpiece ridiculous Ooh, my ring get me (?) like it been frost bitten I be gettin' bitches while you couch sittin' You niggas soft as mitten, don't make me pay a visit See I be in the kitchen, rappin' at (?) You know I gotta keep the smell down, vacuum city You broke locker, old (?), you can't pay attention See I be in the trenches (?) and the bitches Franklin (?) and I'm like who is it I let 'em right on in Now why would I (?) (?) ask your girlfriend, this (?) I got the more hundreds, I (?) then [Verse 3: MPA Wicced] Oneway gettin' (?) this ain't no photo And two nines stay with me, Rondo and Romo Thug, fuck what they talkin' bout, home (?) too quick Follow my footsteps, but step over all the shit that I kick (?) So I might fall Got my whites on and just sound like a motherfucker Turn the lights off Boss shit, take a loss get it right back Yeah, tax write off Fuck nigga, nah we don't like ya'll Damn, I'm a problem can't solve me I'm fly as a bitch (?) me Fake barbers tryna (?) me Nah, not happenin' But we foldin' niggas like napkins No round of applause, we clappin' (?) what's crackin' nigga [Verse 4: Young Thug] Thank you, thank you gentlemen, let me take that Money is all I think about, I'm in love with that Hunnids is all I'm bangin' on, I'm in love with cats Money is all I'm talkin' now, where Franklin at? I'm bout kick in the prison like take Franklin at (?) they say you snitch nigga, what's up with that? You homie but my crew say you (?) with that You piss and shittin' on yourself nigga, you wrong for that And ya, we from the sub and we don't fuck with rats Ay and if I ran from ya nigga, ey, I don't fuck with crack What up crap OG Poppin' nigga Ey, freaky fuck what they say that nigga (?) quick And I'm like freaky nigga go ahead with that bullshit Cause both, both of ya'll nigga hard Both of ya'll got famous cliques So let, let's get that rap money, fuck them bricks Uh, got stripes every day, it's zebra day Uh, and if they play, let ninas spray I'm chasin' money, I never ran from that I never ran from jack I mean they made me run but I'm back ugh