Young Thug & Drake, Travis Scott - Bubbly

Wheezy outta hereMy career 'bout to blast like bubblyI'm not waitin' for her to say she love meWheezy outta hereMy career 'bout to blast like bubblyI'm not waitin' for her to say she love meI can tell she fuck with me, man, trust meI got a ten-year-old mink still ain't fuzzyThree-twenty-five on the dashboardRidin' in the Porsche, rockin' Tom FordI ball at Barneys, new Christian DiorI took the jet to the New York storeShe lick while I'm drivin', I'm stainin' the floorI took it off track, now I'm ridin' in sport (Yeah)You stay in your feelings, you never my boyI can't come to the hood, I pull a decoyAnother body drop and they screamin' my nameI'm goin' to L.A. on a private planeCould never come back and my family straight (Grrah)I'm touchable? No, I'm too rich and too paidSkeleton Cartier, black diamonds facePull up too deep like a fuckin' paradeOld 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 faceI took her to China and changed up her climate and now she ain't talkin' the same (Woah, yeah)Five nights up, still poppin' and ragin'The SVR still lookin' deranged (Yeah)I want her, she wanted the sameHit 'em both same time, both glad that they came (It's lit)Keep me a vibe, but can't keep it containedKnow I keep me some dawgs, always keep 'em in training (Oh)Tat' a logo on the back of my brainDon't ask me what the fuck am I thinkin'Back of these walls, I'm full of that drankEric came through with a little entertainment (It's lit)829, got her lookin' like spaceHouston it's a problem way we bust in her face and shitI came with the snakes, no squids (Straight up)I broke out the game with a 456She lovin' the fest', I see itShe lovin' the fest' (Straight up, straight up)Yeah, I see it on her face, and I'm lovin' that bodyAnd lacin', I love you, lil' Spider and DrakeYeah, I know you got taste, if you love you some, take shots with meIf I love you, I'll drop you a pin to a time and a place (Wait)YSL'll put a nigga six feetI ain't beggin' when I tell a bitch, "Please"Me and lil' Thugger on fleekNow that lil' ho wanna meet, ayyWhat, what, what, what?Fuck her on beatOVO life not cheapI'm a young boy too T'dWire just hit my account, never seen that amount, oh God, I'm geekedBeen on the charts for five hundred weeks, so somebody love when I speakDoin' this shit just to show we get down in the 6, man, it's bigger than meTexas ranch so big, that shit is perfect for the dippin'I don't care how wet I get her, she won't catch me s—Three-twenty-five on the dashboardRide in the Porsche, rockin' Tom FordRockin' her bed and the headboardWhat, what, what, what?Buyin' out Louis and Christian DiorI took the jet to the New York storePark at the regular airportYou stay in your feelings, was never my boy