Young Thug, Young Stoner Life, Strick - STS lyrics

Supa, aha

Two door, double R, ridin'
In the foreign car, niggas can't see me
If I pop another X pill
I'll be out my misery
Crazy presi' beze' on
The motherfuckin' Rollie
You roll, you should pour
I fuck around and roll
I'm gon' slam the door, slam
The door, slam the door, slam the door
Slam the door on the Aventador
Let it up, let it up, let it up, let it up
Now it look like cockroach
Hop out with a Patek on my
Wrist and keep the 44
Hopscotching the thot, thot
I'ma fuck her at my mother spot

Steady chasin' the check


Turned the bank into a nest
Cuban link 'round my neck
Takin' a bird bath
Cartier bracelet got pointers and
The Audemar to match
If they talking 'bout my game
They speakin' all cash new Bent, paper tag
I can see they envy and mad
I done fucked around and got in my bag
(my bag)
I done stayed down and got me a bag (bag)
No calculators still doin' math
Gotta add up and tear me a tag
Rockstar, showing up with them bands
I just jumped off a jet to a sprinter
(yeah, yeah)
I got Brazillians makin' me dinner
Took a loss and it made me a winner
Wearin' Monclear, it ain't even winter
And the wind got the clouds in the ceiling
Add the money up, subtract the feeling
They say
"Slatt" when we walk in the building
I can't save her if she
Going with the fishes
Copped a new gun to switch up my mission
Slime shit, I ran up the digit's
Count it with no intermission
Her best friend done gave me the dishin'
I mixed up the sherbet and cookie (yeah)
Off the top, roll with a groupie
Have a menage when I land, ah
Today I did Dior and Gucci
My Off White was lookin’ like dandruff
Three white bitches, I'm a clansmen, Kendra
Khloe and Karan
Came out the gutter, I made it, yeah
Wall Street money like Madoff
Yeah, ahah, all that hatin' ain't phase us
Laugh to bank like faizon
Still ain't takin' no days off

Two door, double R, ridin'
In the foreign car, niggas can't see me
If I pop another X pill
I'll be out my misery
Crazy presi' beze' on
The motherfuckin' Rollie
You roll, you should pour
I fuck around and roll
I'm gon' slide it up, slide
It up, slide it up, slide it up
Slide the door up on the Aventador
Let it up, let it up, let it up, let it up
Now it look like cockroach
Hop out with a Patek on my
Wrist that keep the 44
Hopscotchin' the thot, thot
I'ma fuck her at my mother spot

Oxycotin she feel it in her test tubes
Money, money, callin in, I'ma
Answer my phone like, what it do
I, keep a quarter pound or two
Big Ballencies, yeah
That's what the money do
Yeah, she swear to God that she love me
I was just pourin' out the bubbly
I was fillin' up drinks with this muddy
Draco with me, it ain't about my money
Dr dre, Eminem, we go and get them M&M's
My house a exhibit, it's dim
I was rockin' some Off White like Timbs
Let's go!

Two door, double R, ridin'
In the foreign car, niggas can't see me
If I pop another X pill
I'll be out my misery
Crazy presi' beze' on
The motherfuckin' Rollie
You roll, you should pour
I fuck around and roll
I'm gon' slide it up, slide
It up, slide it up, slide it up
Slide the door up on the Aventador
Let it up, let it up, let it up, let it up
Now it look like cockroach
Hop out with a Patek on my
Wrist that keep the 44
Hopscotchin' the thot, thot
I'ma fuck her at my mother spot

Two door, double R, ridin'
In the foreign car, niggas can't see me
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Crazy presi' beze' on
The motherfuckin' Rollie
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
I'm on slide it up, slide
It up, slide it up, slide it up
Slide the door up on the Aventador
Hop out with a Patek on my
Wrist that keep the 44
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, wish