Do It Like – Young Thug ft. Future

Yeah, yeah
I’ma just hit my cup in the booth you know what I’m sayin’
And I got ice in that motherfuc*** too
And it’s [?] like jewelry

I’m running out of money (running out of money)
I need another loan (yeah yeah)
Fuck ni*** playin’ (fuck ni*** playin’)
We’ll come wipe your nose (wipe a ni*** nose)
My niggas all vultures (niggas all vultures)
I ran ‘em off the road (yeah yeah)
[?] (yeah, aye)
Designer our clothes (designer, designer)
My bitches all bad (bitches all bad)
They kicking ni*** doors (woohoo!)
I do it by myself (do it by myself)
I split it with the bro’s (yeah yeah)
I do it like (yeah yeah)
I do it like woah (do it like, do it like woah)
The red light (do it like, red light) (slatt)
Or the midnight blows (the midnight blows)

I’m running through racks, I need another safe
I’m running through racks, I’m running out of space
I bought a new Ghost, fuc*** up cake
I ran through a check like Usain (God damn!)
And I’m drinking my cup, [?] in a blue flame (woohoo!)
When you fuc*** on a stripper, better keep putting change
VVS’s on me and I’m covered up
Got my cup pink like it’s Robituss’
On a double cup, watch me f*** it up
I done had enough, I ain’t had enough
Put my main bitch on payroll
I don’t wear them shits, they a day old
I’m a plug now, call me Pedro (facts)
Keep the money machine in the trunk with me (facts)
Slatt slatt, and the case closed
Slatt slatt, now the case closed (slatt slatt)
Matte grey on the Range Rove’
And I’m busting checks ni***, 44 (yeah, yeah)

I’m running out of money (running out of money)
I need another loan (yeah yeah)
Fuck ni*** playin’ (fuck ni*** playin’)
We’ll come wipe your nose (wipe a ni*** nose)
My niggas all vultures (niggas all vultures, Jeffery)
I ran ‘em off the road (yeah yeah)
[?] (yeah, oh)
Designer our clothes (designer, designer)
My bitches all bad (bitches all bad)
They kicking ni*** doors (woohoo!)
I do it by myself (woah, yeah)
I split it with the bro’s (yeah yeah)
I do it like (do it like)
I do it like woah (yeah yeah, for hoes)
The red light (red light)
Or the midnight blows (slatt slatt)

Whole lotta racks, a little bit of space
I treat a bitch bad, I bust it on her face (here you go bae)
My pockets on Bible, I wanna be like Mase
My music on Tidal but I don’t know Jay
Coming with a razor, razor
The midnight blazer, blazer
I got me a Gucci rugby [?] jeans on my blazer baby
Gotta go to another county, we’ll see my neighbors baby
She’ll never never fit my standards
My milkshake Dolce banana (facts)
Put a muhfuckin’ FN to All my babies got good hair like my baby mom Migos (like they Migos)
I was in the spot getting drunk, 3 hoes was taking my ego
Nigga got climb on a muhfuckin’ latter so you talkin’ bout B-roll
He know (yeah yeah)

I’m running out of money (running out of money)
I need another loan (yeah yeah)
Fuck ni*** playin’ (fuck ni*** playin’)
We’ll come wipe your nose (wipe a ni*** nose)
My niggas all vultures (niggas all vultures)
I ran ‘em off the road (yeah yeah)
[?] (yeah, oh)
Designer our clothes (designer, designer)
My bitches all bad (bitches all bad)
They kicking ni*** doors (woohoo!)
I do it by myself (woah)
I split it with the bro’s (yeah yeah)
I do it like (do it like)
I do it like woah (yeah yeah)
The red light (slatt)
Or the midnight blows (slatt slatt slatt)