Tabernacle

[Hook:] Ho, ho, ho, ho, bitch, bitch, bitches I don't need no bitch, I'mma still get all my midgets I'm with these Cs, firing shots out to Glizzy I'm true to my religion, 50 grand in the back of my britches Like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle I'm like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle I'm like woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle I'm like woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle [Verse 1:] Young Thug, I plenty drugs I'm friendly but I'm need more I'm with my crew, we'll fuck you up (?), me in trouble I'mma (?), I need hoes, gotta call her double All my young niggas shit, they fallin' off fast, yes I love her Act like we on the move, and knock on the money, yessir I'm a cover Yes you make her shoes, bitch you make 'em custom Thugger, thugger, baby T-H-U-G-G-E-R, kiss a nigga bitch perfect, no CPR All hundreds up on me, DVR Bitch seen them bands less, A-J-A-R [Hook:] Ho, ho, ho, ho, bitch, bitch, bitches I don't need no bitch, I'mma still get all my midgets I'm with these Cs, firing shots out to Glizzy I'm true to my religion, 50 grand in the back of my britches Like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle I'm like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle I'm like woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle I'm like woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle [Verse 2:] We don't shoot buckshot, we like them slugs Everybody die tonight, bitch except for us And you know I'm not a crip But I gave that bitch a C to (?) my cup You know when I'm mad it's a (?) line for your bitch today But, 40 extendo needs skinny jeans, no bitch and lil body My all out players say (?) leave more stains than the OJ murder scene Pullin' up extra clean I can't do no tug (?) nigga, you not in my league There is no comparison, you real rat like master splinter Burrrrrr, I'm not Gucci, burrrr, burrrr, burrrrrr, burrrrrr That's the sound of my trunk, I got birds inside of there, yeah [Hook:] Ho, ho, ho, ho, bitch, bitch, bitches I don't need no bitch, I'mma still get all my midgets I'm with these Cs, firing shots out to Glizzy I'm true to my religion, 50 grand in the back of my britches Like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle I'm like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle I'm like woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle I'm like woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle