Young Thug – STS Lyrics ft Strick

STS Lyrics by Young Thug feat Strick.

[Intro]
Supa, aha

[Hook/Chorus – Young Thug]
Two door, door riding, frog-eyed niggas can’t see me
If I pop another X pill, I’ll be out my misery
Crazy presi’ beze’ on the motherfucking Rollie
You roll (?), I fuck around and roll
I’m on slide it up, slide it up, slide it up, slide it up
Slide the door up on the Aventador
Lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, now I look like cockroach
Hop out with a Patek on my wrist that keep the .44
Hopscotching the thot, thot
I’ma f–k her at my mother spot

[Verse 1 – Strick]
Steady chasing the check, turned the bank into nest
Cuban link ’round my neck taking a bird bath
Cartier bracelet got pointers and Audemar match
If they talking ’bout my game, they talking all cash
New (?), I can see see envy and mad
I done f—-d around and got in my bag “my bag”
I done stayed down and got me a bag
Got calculators still doing maths
Gotta add up a (?)
Rockstar, showing up with them bands
I just jumped off a jet to a sprinter “yeah, yeah”
I got Brazillians making me dinner
Took a loss and it made me a winner
Wearing Monclear, it ain’t even winter
And the wind got the clouds in the ceiling
Add the money up, substract 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 s–t, I ran up the digits
Count it with no intermission
Her best friend done gave me the dishing
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 look like danger
Three white b—–s, I’m a clansmen
Kendra, Khloe and Keira
Came out the gutter, I made it, yeah
Wallstreet moeny, Like Madoff
Yeah, ahah, all that hating ain’t phase us
Left to bank like phase on
Still ain’t taking no days off

[Hook/Chorus – Young Thug]
Two door, door riding, frog-eyed n—-s can’t see me
If I pop another X pill, I’ll be out my misery
Crazy presi’ beze’ on the m———–g Rollie
You roll (?), I f–k around and roll
I’m on slide it up, slide it up, slide it up, slide it up
Slide the door up on the Aventador
Lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, now I look like cockroach
Hop out with a Patek on my wrist that keep the .44
Hopscotching the thot, thot
I’ma f–k her at my mother spot

[Verse 2 – Young Thug]
Icy (?) you feel it in her t–s “two”
Money, money, callin in, when I answer phone like, what it do
I keep her wet
Caught a pound or two
Big Ballencies
Yeah, that’s what the money do
Yeah, she swear she love me
I was just pouring out the bubbly
I was filling up drinks with the muddy
Draco with me, it ain’t about my money
Got a (?) and they on me
We got and get (?) some Naomis
My house a exhibit, it’s (?)
I was rocking some Off-White Timbs
Let’s go!

[Hook/Chorus – Young Thug]
Two door, door riding, frog-eyed n—-s can’t see me
If I pop another X pill, I’ll be out my misery
Crazy presi’ beze’ on the m———–g Rollie
You roll (?), I f–k around and roll
I’m on slide it up, slide it up, slide it up, slide it up
Slide the door up on the Aventador
Lit it up, lit it up, lit it up, now I look like cockaroach
Hop out with a Patek on my wrist that keep the .44
Hopscotching the thot, thot
I’ma f–k her at my mother spot

[Outro – Young Thug]
Two door, door riding, frog-eyed n—-s can’t see me
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Crazy presi’ beze’ on the m———–g 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, woah