Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Baby] Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Lil Baby] Me and broski came from the same boat (Skrrt) We are not beefin' 'cause we hit the same ho No gay shit, neck full of rainbow (Yeah) If I hit it, tell the business, you a lame ho (Lame) Want the money, I ain't in it for the fame, bro (Fame) Ten M's for the spot, did my thing on it Still a felon, I can't even put my name on it (Yeah) Seen her outside with her nigga, made it rain on her She a part of the brand, put a chain on her I don't care what they say, they just hatin' on us (Yeah) Like the Russian mob, I bulletproof the Range Rover You ain't come to fuck on me? What you came for? Said she got a price on it, then I'm payin' for it Went and bought my whole block, I'm the landlord Real D-boy, mid-top Air Forces I come straight from out the gutter, now my teeth porcelain 2025 Ferrari, bro, I keep horses Get rich or die tryin' are my only choices Concrete jungle, he ain't gettin' no cushion Hit the ground runnin', I ain't doin' no bullshit Twenty vibes at a time, nigga, I'm pushin' White Lamb', black stripes, I am official Brodie still sell tons, he got four flip phones I like fuckin', I like fuckin', I'm a nympho (I'm nasty) Really rich, 220 on a Benzo (Benz) GT 6-3 with an S on it (S) I'm a walkin' bank account, I give her check on it (Check) Stay down, run it up, and then you flex on 'em (Flex) I can make it rain now until next summer (I swear) He is not one of us, put an X on him (You dead, lil' boy) [Chorus: Young Thug] Pardon my back Pardon my back (Pardon my back) Pardon my back (Pardon me) Pardon my back (Yeah) [Verse 2: Young Thug] Nigga, been too big for a jail (Spyda) Federales on my trail (Woo) Y'all niggas shoot guns off pills You steppin'? Nigga, I can't tell In the hood with a bomb in my Sachs (Sachs) TEC-9 with the grip on the back (Grrt) Nigga, play with this shit, he get slapped (Slapped) Take this bitch out the trench, she adaptin' (Woo) Princess bitch out Dubai, she was ratchet (Ratchet) From the hood, we turned rappin' to trappin' (Trappin') Hundred sticks in this bitch, we Iraqin' (Uh) How the hell you in jail with the pack in? (Yeah) Nigga ain't gay, but the Rollie a rainbow I rock Saint Laurent, they think it's gang clothes (Woo) Bought the pint, but I hate payin' lames I told Wham, "Weigh my shit," this how the drank go Drop his ass, my boy, that's how stains go (Yeah) I went two-thousand horse on Durango (Hrr) Pushin' Peter, I need me a Kangol Ain't a place in America I can't go (Yeah) Nut in her pussy, then leave her on read (On read) Give her flowers and then stay 'cause she dead (Shit) In the 4 with Big Dre and lil' Ced (On 7) Hit the hood on unc' ass, let's go spray it (Hrrt) Pussy sayin' he rich, it's a myth (Oh, yeah) Put on five rings and then let 'em kiss (Mwah) I'm too rich to respond to a diss (Shit) Keep it quiet and keep sendin' blitzes (Blitz, grrt) [Chorus: Young Thug] Pardon my back Pardon my back (Pardon my back) Pardon my back (Pardon my) Pardon my back (Pardon my back) Pardon my back Pardon my back (Pardon my back) Pardon my back Nigga, pardon my back