Maino, Young Thug - Poetry

Poetry - Maino & Young Thug Lyrics / / Refrain: Young Thug / Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh / Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Yeah, hey, oh) / (Yeah, I’m in London got my beat from London) / /

Maino, Young Thug - Poetry
Poetry - Maino & Young Thug Lyrics

/ Refrain: Young Thug

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Yeah, hey, oh)

(Yeah, I’m in London got my beat from London)

/ Chorus: Young Thug

I whip the dope out the bowl, I’ma go get me some money

I got no clouds in my stones, you shoulda went to Eliantte

I went in quiet in the mornin’ then I got in it with the stormin’

Bonnie and Clyde with my hoe, niggas know we up to somethin’

/ Post-Chorus: Young Thug

Put the racks but on my wrist cause I’m on

I put a few carats inside of a Richard now it’s more

Yeah, my shit came in red my nigga Maino shit was black

Yeah, I put a Patek right on the head of a rat

I’m get full of these millions I done ran a few racks up

Had to take me some Ritalin cause this money is dangerous

All my niggas relentless, yeah, niggas might end up missing, yeah

Man I hope she a misses, on my dick was just kissing

If you ever-ever come around me you might end up with bitches

Told the kids I never cooked the key but they can use the dishes

You told the bitch ‘bout the dropbox, nigga, you gotta be kidding

I put my nut on a thot-thot and her friendses (Yeah, yeah)

/ Refrain: Young Thug

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Ooh, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh, yeah)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Ooh, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh, yeah)

/ Verse 1: Maino, Young Thug & Maino & Young Thug

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I thought these niggas we’re killers (Yeah)

They was just selling us lies (Oh, yeah), how could he turn out a rat? (Yeah)

Niggas was never this life (Oh, yeah), told y’all that my record real (Real)

Getting money for the record deal

First nigga in my whole city with a rose gold Richard Mille

How could you see what my days like if you can’t feel what my pain like

Diamonds is blinging like J. Light you could just tell what I’m made like

I’m so connected to someone treat a new bitch like a old one

One car full of young thugs, oh God, all those guns

Yeah, tell ‘em I’m ready to ride your enemy gotta be mine

That’s real nigga energy Slime, they should known we was the vibes

We are was the vibes, put it on God, I am that guy look in my eyes

None of you niggas was ever this life, hey

/ Chorus: Young Thug

I whip the dope out the bowl, I’ma go get me some money

I got no clouds in my stones, you shoulda went to Eliantte

I went in quiet in the mornin’ then I got in it with the stormin’

Bonnie and Clyde with my hoe, niggas know we up to somethin’

/ Verse 2: Young Thug

I left your shit on the dashboard (On the dashboard), I gotta see where this cash goin’ (Give me this, huh)

Money and cash flow (Ayy), got a big ol’ jet where my legs can fold (Fold, ayy)

Learn my timetables when I was four, I ain’t let the illuminati ain’t take my soul (Oh, hey)

Nigga don’t play with these hoes, man shut the fuck up, bitch fold my clothes (Oh, oh)

I can spread that shit out come and go, just like a kid stacking up these legos (Oh, oh)

These niggas talking like hoes, shut the fuck up or we wipin’ your nose (Oh, oh, boom)

Rollies and Pateks, dropped out a school but I wasn’t a bastard (Ayy, bastard)

I put a baddie on a jet out of Minneapolis (Minneapolis)

Walk out a cabbin’, I’m a old school nigga, I’m reckless (Oh, oh, oh)

Left a Mercedes Benz at Chalice on factories (Oh, oh, oh)

I copped a Maybach coupe, me Wizard and Steve Harvey (Skrrt, skrrt)

I’m bout to raise all my woes, I put Chanel on my doors

/ Refrain: Young Thug

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Ooh, yeah)

/ Chorus: Young Thug

I whip the dope out the bowl, I’ma go get me some money

I got no clouds in my stones, you shoulda went to Eliantte

I went in quiet in the mornin’ then I got in it with the stormin’

Bonnie and Clyde with my hoe, niggas know we up to somethin’

/ Post-Chorus: Young Thug

Put the racks but on my wrist cause I’m on

I put a few carats inside of a Richard now it’s more

Yeah, my shit came in red my nigga Maino shit was black

Yeah, I put a Patek right on the head of a rat

I’m get full of these millions I done ran a few racks up

Had to take me some Ritalin cause this money is dangerous

All my niggas relentless, yeah, niggas might end up missing, yeah

Man I hope she a misses, on my dick was just kissing

If you ever-ever come around me you might end up with bitches

Told the kids I never cooked the key but they can use the dishes

You told the bitch ‘bout the dropbox, nigga, you gotta be kidding

I put my nut on a thot-thot and her friendses

/ Refrain: Young Thug

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh