She Bumped Her Head

Young Thug：

Makers

Gon' pull up on 'em pull up

Yeah

Should I get it No cap

Run that back Turbo

Young Thug/Chris Brown：

Sex

My lil' shawty had bumped her head

And I steady been whipping her

Sex

If I roll up the Maybach windows we don't care 'bout the listeners

I don't know what your n***a told you

But he should have told you I'm killing him

Just let him talk

I be draped in Margiela's and I don't need credentials

Don't need credentials baby

If your n***a can't put that s**t on gotta get out the premises

Beat it

I just came from the crack of the dawn Why

'Cause a n***a was traveling

No cap

Had to put all my young n***as on ain't no jewelry we share-y

Lil' b***h

Had to rock the two-tones on the same day

'Cause these n***as been tripping

'Bout us got 'em fooled

Young Thug：

I triple up pour up my cup and it's all 'tussin

And my coupe got nitro and all dat

So we smoking these n***as like kush

Yeah we **** on a ho make 'em do s**t

Pop out the Bentley Mulsanne at the

And I **** on your ho and she say that's my *****

I wet paper napkin I'm wiping my ****

All this Actavis slushie my ho drink the Crystal

She wrapped the saran the fresh as she can

'Cause I drip and play with these bands Racks

I open my hand there's nothing but bands

Now YSL big as Japan On God

My head dropped in that Lamb' as fast as

I can 'cause I always get tripped by a van Skrrt

I pop in my mama my b***h

And even my baby mama whip a sedan

I just paid some bands with five-hundred grand

I'm waiting on these bags to land Racks

I'm cool as a van you play with my man

And we come and taking your land

I took YSL from his and he can't

And he got n***as waiting to land Slatt

I told all my n***as "Sit back

It's a scam" when these n***as going on rant

Young Thug/Chris Brown：

My lil' shawty had bumped her head

And I steady been whipping her

Sex

If I roll up the Maybach windows

We don't care 'bout the listeners

I don't know what your n***a told you

But he should have told you I'm killing him

Just let him talk

I be draped in Margiela's

And I don't need credentials

Don't need credentials baby

If your n***a can't put that s**t on

Gotta get out the premises

Beat it

I just came from the crack of the dawn Why

'Cause a n***a was traveling

No cap

Had to put all my young n***as on

Ain't no jewelry we share-y

Lil' b***h

Had to rock the two-tones on the same day

'Cause these n***as been tripping

Gunna：

Spent a whole hundred racks on a plain Jane

That's a coupe with you lil' bitty b***hes

Don't even know my first or my last name

Mandem got they riches I'm matching the vision

I'm ****ing these hoes in the backstage

No I don't do no kisses

You know I just tip it and turn her on like a back page

I been playing with this ice look like Ice Age

I just got me a rose gold chain it remind me of Moet

Got the Louis V shirt and better change

Should have seen how I wore it Yeah yeah

I call the slimes that'll pull up with the things

That'll kill all the noise

If you ask I hit it out to Spain I got foreign whores

That biscotti I smoke it like a train

Smell that s**t in my kidney

I got lil' shawty inside of Mulsanne

She don't know it's a Bentley

She asked me for a lil' help on her back end

And you know that I did it

Got the old check and I went to go cash it

Lot of money we getting

Young Thug/Chris Brown：

My lil' shawty had bumped her head

And I steady been whipping her

Sex

If I roll up the Maybach windows

We don't care 'bout the listeners

I don't know what your n***a told you

But he should have told you I'm killing him

Just let him talk

I be draped in Margiela's and I don't need credentials

Don't need credentials baby

If your n***a can't put that s**t on

Gotta get out the premises

Beat it

I just came from the crack of the dawn Why

'Cause a n***a was traveling

No cap

Had to put all my young n***as on

Ain't no jewelry we share-y

Lil' b***h

Had to rock the two-tones on the same day

'Cause these n***as been tripping

'Bout us got 'em fooled

Chris Brown：

I ordered two more two-tones

Call up my plug on two phones

Lambos six-fours

Got a offset it's sitting low

My s**t's stainless don't put your fingers on it

No these ain't no finger waves

b***h this ain't Tony Tony Tony

I feel like Kurt Cobain get good brain with the shotgun

Yeah my n***as do it for me I never shot one

And watch her get on her knees give me that rubbing

I told her I got five on me send me the wire Ooh

Young Thug/Chris Brown：

My lil' shawty had bumped her head

And I steady been whipping her Yeah

Sex

If I roll up the Maybach windows

We don't care 'bout the listeners No

I don't know what your n***a told you

But he should have told you I'm killing him Killing him

I be draped in Margiela's Ooh

And I don't need credentials

Don't need credentials baby

Oh baby baby

If your n***a can't put that s**t on

Gotta get out the premises

Beat it girl

I just came from the crack of the dawn Why

'Cause a n***a was traveling

Had to put all my young n***as on

Ain't no jewelry we share-y Ooh yeah

Had to rock the two-tones on the same day

'Cause these n***as been tripping

Ooh yeah

Gunna：

That biscotti I smoke it like a train

Spend that s**t on my Porsche

That was lil' shawty first time to saddle up

She can't open the doors

I do not **** with you disloyal n***as

Thought the whip could be yours

Turns up that double hit it with the triple

Had no other choice