Ring - T.I., Young Thug

Yeah

(DY Krazy)

Few young G's and OG's, you know

(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

That choppa, though

I let it ring (Brr), you know that I mean (Yeah)

I don't drink green (Uh-uh), I need my cream (Let's go)

I just wanna cum on her (What?), her face and her spleen (Ugh-ugh)

I just wanna let that bitch (What?), let that bitch ring (Huh-huh)

When shit get wrong, it can't go right

Now I've been known to get shit blown

Up out of proportion, bomb on site

Be careful with your body, put that on ice

I'm not gon' tweet, I'm not gon' type

Whatever you say, okay, alright

You pick your fate, you pay your price

Just know I do not play, alright, alright

Lil' buddy acting hard (What?)

I'll send him to God (I'll send him to God)

My dawgs like Dodge (Ayy)

They pull up and charge (Pull up and ayy)

I'm ridin' in the ten speed (Skrrt)

It's hard to pull out the 'rage (Yeah)

It's dark, I'm fuckin' your daughters (Yeah)

Thеy twins, I'm Mr. Rogers

'96 Impala with a hundred thousand dollars in the trunk

Thеy talk shit, we follow them punks

They cross that line, then bodies gettin' dumped

Fast forward twenty-five years, and I grew up

Nigga talk shit, don't do shit to him

Press that line and your string get pulled

Got a problem, bring it to him

Just don't be so immature

I let it ring (Brr), you know that I mean (Yeah)

I don't drink green (Uh-uh), I need my cream (Let's go)

I just wanna cum on her (What?), her face and her spleen (Ugh-ugh)

I just wanna let that bitch (What?), let that bitch ring (Huh-huh)

When shit get wrong, it can't go right

Now I've been known to get shit blown

Up out of proportion, bomb on site

Be careful with your body, put that on ice

I'm not gon' tweet, I'm not gon' type

Whatever you say, okay, alright

You pick your fate, you pay your price

Just know I do not play, alright, alright

Shoot you on sight, don't blame it on Sprite

Don't blame it on ice, don't blame it on drank

I took a lil' X, I fuck on my ex

I did a lil' wrong, I'm makin' it right

Where did he go?

He ran out back

He must've ran track, I splat his back

I got war wounds under my tats

I got a few bloods, they all say, "Slatt"

I got a few crips, they all on Old Nat

I bust on her lips, but not her back

That's not my bitch, that's not my nat

I'm just her pimp, I'm not her dad

The cops pulled me over, they smelled my thrax

It's not my gat, but them my racks

And them my Louis and them my slacks

And this my car and that's my bitch

Ain't none of my concern, keep me outta that shit

Nigga all on my dick, tryna follow my bitch

If I catch him in Vegas, I'ma catch a new case

Fifty niggas with you, I'ma be in your face

Nigga thinkin' shit a game, bet his ass get stabbed

Nineteen in the clip, let his ass get half

Best case scenario, get your ass kicked, man

Worst case, end up in a plastic bag

With no order, there is chaos, never let 'em handle, nigga

Motherfuckin' player, I do it like an Atlanta nigga

You do that shit for IG and the fuckin' camera

You won't be happy 'til someone teach you some fuckin' manners

When shit get wrong, it can't go right

Now I've been known to get shit blown

Up out of proportion, bomb on site

Be careful with your body, put that on ice

I'm not gon' tweet, I'm not gon' type

Whatever you say, okay, alright

You pick your fate, you pay your price

Just know I do not play, alright, alright

I let it ring (Brr), you know that I mean (Yeah)

I don't drink green (Uh-uh), I need my cream (Let's go)

I just wanna cum on her (What?), her face and her spleen (Ugh-ugh)

I just wanna let that bitch (What?), let that bitch ring (Huh-huh)

You know what the fuck going on with us, man