Young Thug - Code Red lyrics

Okay, like shawty said
She suck my dick on a plane, call her Airhead
Beat it, beat it like shawty red
Three bitches on my dick, Ms ed
 Edd and Eddy block 'em out like a sunshade
Wan' play nigga wan' play
Yeah, i'ma
I'ma i'ma stay
I'ma like Pompeii
I'ma call 'em next time I'm in Pompeii i'ma
I'ma i'ma yeah
Hey Future, fuck Future
I'm the future, I'm the teacher
You the tutor do you dig, kid?
Ah! Real beast, y'all lil' niggas feast
Hunnid thousand, spend it on Mickey D's, hey
Hunnid bands in my pants, this cheap, yeah
Please
Nigga quick to start shit and then plead out
Thugger Thugger
Make one phone call, get them B's out
Blatt, Trouble
Nigga shittin' on these niggas, baby
Flee out
Haha, 50k spent on a new jet, nigga, flee out
Ha, hunnid thousand dollars on
These shoes, nigga, flee out
God said, "Don't buy shoes
Then walk out your life"
But I did anyway and you better
Believe lil' mama just fleed out
Dirty mouth, need to be cleaned out
Smokin' Cookie, no Girl Scout, hey
You's a rookie, nigga, woah

Uh, oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, woah
Special night for me and you, girl
Special night for me and you, girl
Special night for me and you, girl
Special night for me and you, girl
Special, yeah girl, girl, girl
Girl, girl, girl, girl
Girl, girl, yeah, yeah

How many times do I gotta tell you
That this Rollie ain't gotta smell you
And I knows I ain't gotta tell you
What time it is?
I might say it just to make a
Bitch look down at my wrist
See the motherfuckin' gliss?
Bitch is shinin' like
Yeah, rings on my finger so bad, goddamn
It's equator
I was sittin' on like 14, 15 acres
But I'm still a young hood nigga
Still basic cable
And I still got a bitch in the back
Not stable ah! At anytime I can flip
Off the rip, tell them monkeys hold the dip
Yeah, throw it off the ship
Come back six months later
Pick her up with paper, yeah
Ask her how the crew was
Ask her how she do this
All is well, can you smell what I'm sayin'?
Can you smell what I'm layin'?
Versace my sheets, Versace my briefs, ah
Versace my freaks, fuck nigga
What you thought?
Real rich nigga, know it cost to be the boss
Ah, ah! Slatt, slatt, slime
Slatt, slime, slime
Slime, slime, slime, slime, slime
Off the top now, haha, way up
Goin' way up like Drake, but you gotta pay up
Get your weight up ah, nigga, wait up
Chris Benoit with the hoes, I'ma tackle them
Layup mutombo, nigga, babe up

(Alright, Cap')