เพลง Floyd Mayweather (feat. Travis Scott, Gucci Mane and Gunna) (Explicit)

Floyd Mayweather - Young Thug/Gucci Mane/Gunna

Ayy ayy

This real talk type s**t I swear to god

We just gon' call this s**t drip

You know what I'm sayin'

Ayy

Ayy little b***h

You ridin' n***as' dick like a b***h

D**n little b***h

You ridin' n***as' dick like a b***h

Yeah wheezy beatz

I got six brand new foreigns on my wrist ah

I got six forgiatos on my fist

Ayy

I got fifty foreign hoes on my dick ayy uh

I'ma nut in all them hoes

Let's have some chicks ooh ayy

N***a tried to hit a lick and missed blat

Tried to run then I caught him like a fish

Caught his a*s ayy

I'ma catch his a*s with

The whole clip blat blat

I'ma beat they a*s up like

Ron artest wah ayy

P***y n***a ran like a miss hah

I got your b***h up underwater tryna kiss

Mwah mwah ayy

I'ma gon' and s**t and take a piss

Mwah mwah ayy

We done f**ked her legs and f**ked her face

Woo woo

I'm sellin' purple rain rip to prince prince

When I was behind the fence

They treated me like a prince woo

So much jewelry on her p***y gettin' tense burr burr

1017's the ones you don't wanna diss nope

And you can never be like 'wop

You little snitch you little snitch

You make me mad I have

A threesome with your b***h ooh

I'm from custer east atlanta

Yeah the 6 yeah yeah the 6

I make one brick turn to two

I know a trick skrrt skrrt

The walking lick my chopper

Is my walkin' stick

Everybody got they passport ready to dip uh

Europe UK twenty-five thousand

Dollars on a trip

I just I just found out rats can use they lips

I got I got I got me a thirty round clip

I got one in the head

Thirty-one rounds on my hip ayy

Okay lil dora said

I was born with the skill ayy

My lawyer say it's guaranteed

When he appeal he appeal

I got a bad b***h wit' me

And yeah she strip

I'm in vegas spendin' thousands

On my chips all on chips

I can't love these b***hes

Fell in love the rip love the rip

I was I was I was doin'

This s**t just for my peers

I I would put inside my blood

My sweat my tears sweat and tears

Do this s**t all on my own

Don't need no deal don't need no deal

Di'-diamonds flawless 'round my neck

Gave me a chill me a chill

Late lately I've been flyin'

On them lears on them lears

Flyin' 'cross the world

These b***hes killin' me

Ayy flood her bank account with bands

'Cause she feelin' me feelin' me

N***a cash on delivery delivery

If it's a snake on my clothes then it's double G

I don't like police hoes ain't no cuffin' me

All my diamonds dancin' like they bruce lee wah

Check out my smile I got some new teeth

Pop a molly now I'm in the f**kin' air

Cloud nine n***a smokin' like the f**kin' bear

We at the clearport you n***as never there

N***as never there

I wouldn't even cap lil' b***h

This our year this our year

I do it for my fam twenty racks

On gifts racks on christmas

B***h we blowin' gas roll

Me up a spliff roll me up a spliff

Now what you think a young n***a grindin' for

What you think I'm grindin' for

I sip it 'til I sleep I might overdose

I might overdose

She made it out the hood and left that d**e bowl

She left that d**e bowl

Get them bricks from my mama

She got truckloads huh

F**k you mean you get

It from your mammy ho yeah hahaha

Ayy diamonds all on my chin

Diamonds on my folk

Piercin' in my nose diamond in my nose in my nose

Giuseppe open toes diamonds

On my toes diamonds on my toes

I just got a family pack of jimmy choos d**n

I just bought a chopper and I'm ready to use it d**n

I got a lot of b***hes comin' by the twos

I got a lot of b***hes bomin' by the few few

Big di'-diamonds but we call 'em jewels

Call 'em jewels

All all these racks think

I sell dog foods I sell dog food

Drip I spend thousand on my f**kin' shoes

Three thousand on shoes

Pull up in this ave it cost

The christian loubes yeah yeah

N***a watch your mouth

We ain't f**kin' cool f**kin' cool

YSl the mafia that's a f**kin' fool f**kin' fools

Take this s**t out and shoot grra grra grra