Official Music Video: T.I. - Ring ft. Young Thug

T.I. - Ring ft. Young Thug

T.I. - Ring Lyrics

[Young Thug:]
Yeah
DY crazy
You young Gs and OGs, you know
DJ on the beat so it's a banger
That choppa go

I let it ring (Brrr)
You know what I mean (Yeah)
I don't turn green (Uh uh)
I need my green (Let's go)
I just wanna cum on her, (What?) face and her spleen (Eugh)
I just wanna let this bitch, (What?) let this bitch ring (Brrr, brrr)

[T.I.:]
When shit get wrong, it can't go right
I've been known to get shit blown outta proportion
Be careful what you about it, 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

[Young Thug:]
Yeah, I been acting hard
I send 'em to God (I send 'em to God)
My dog like dodge (Aye)
They pull up and charge (They pull up and charge)
I'm riding the ten speed, (Skrr) it's hard to pull out the 'rage (Yeah)
It's [?] I'm fucking your daughters (Yeah)
They twins, I'm Mr. Rogers

[T.I.:]
Now it's a problem with a hundred thousand dollars in the truck
Ain't talk shit, we follow them punks
You cross that line, everybody getting ducked
Fast forward twenty five years, and I grew up
Nigga talk shit, don't do shit to 'em
Press Atlanta, your string get pulled
Got a problem, bring it to 'em
Just don't be so immature

[Young Thug:]
I let it ring (Brrr)
You know what I mean (Yeah)
I don't drink green (Uh uh)
I need my green (Let's go)
I just wanna cum on her, (What?) face and her spleen (Eugh)
I just wanna let this bitch, (What?) let this bitch ring (Brrr, brrr)

[T.I.:]
When shit get wrong, it can't go right
I've been known to get shit blown outta proportion
Be careful what you about it, 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

[Young Thug:]
This shit on sight, I blame it on strike
I blame it on ice, I blame it on drink
I took a lil' X, I fuck on my ex
I did a lil' wrong, I'm making it right
Where did he go, he ran out back
He must've ran track, I slash 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 neck
I busted on her lips, but not her back
It's not my bitch, it's not my neck
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
Them my lewis, and them my Slatts
And that's my car and that's my bitch

[T.I.:]
Ain't none of your concern, keep me outta that shit, nigga
All on my dick, tryna follow my bitch
If you catch me in Vegas, I'ma catch a new case
Fifty niggas with you and I'ma be in your face
Nigga think this shit a game, bet his ass get stabbed
Nineteen in the clip, let his ass get had
Best case scenario, get your ass kidnapped
Worst case, end up in a plastic bag
Without order there is chaos
Never let 'em handle a nigga
Motherfuckin' player, I do it like in Atlanta, nigga
You do that shit for IG and the fucking camera
You 'gon be happy 'till someone teach you some fucking manners
Ha, ha, ha, ha

When shit get wrong, it can't go right
I've been known to get shit blown outta proportion
Be careful what you about it, 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

[Young Thug:]
I let it ring (Brrr)
You know what I mean (Yeah)
I don't turn green (Uh uh)
I need my green (Let's go)
I just wanna cum on her, (What?) face and her spleen (Eugh)
I just wanna let this bitch (What?) let this bitch ring (Brrr, brrr)

[T.I.:]
You know what the fuck going on with us, man

Song title: Ring
Artist: T.I. ft. Young Thug

Official Music Video: Travis Scott - FRANCHISE feat. Young Thug & M.I.A.

Travis Scott feat. Young Thug and M.I.A. - FRANCHISE

Travis Scott - FRANCHISE Love Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Mhmm-mhmm-mhmm-mhmm

Yup, in my white tee
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype please
Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me
Unboxing my checks, not my Nikes (Yeah)

Cactis, not no iced tea (Ah)
Got 'em bamboozled like I'm Spike Lee (Ah)
You need more than Google just to find me (Ah)
I just called up bae to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)

Incredible, ici ici general
I just start the label just to sign me
Me and Chase connected like we Siamese
We've been on the run, feel like a crime spree
Talk to me nicely (Yeah!)
I seen his face, I seen it
Yup, on his white tee (Let's go)

Yeah
Yeah, call the Sprite people (Call 'em, hol' on)
Private flight to France, tryna sightsee (On a private flight)
Popped 'em in his hands, he was typing
Caterpillar 'Rari, I fold it lift it up
I went on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup (Aye)
Ran up twenty million, told the devil, "Keep the luck"
Keep that, keep that hoe, RIP Pop
Keep the smoke, aye (Slatt)
Talk to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on a chain, that ain't like me (That ain't like me)
Scott's with no strings you can't tie me (With the, hold on)
I'm higher than the plane, I'm where the Skypes be (Doo, doo-doo, hee)
Yup, in my slime tee... (Doo, doo-doo, hee)
Princey in his prime, heee… (Doo, doo-doo, hee)
Yellowbone too feisty, heee... (Doo, doo-doo, hee)
Clean him up, no napkin, heee

Yup, in my white tee (Yeah!)
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype please (It's lit)
They gon' wipe you before you wipe me
Unboxing my checks not my Nikes
Ooooo…

'Scuse me
Zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi
Don't be missing in Mississippi
Dip a sippy, make 'em happy, make 'em copy
Make 'em get me chippy chippy

There's a lot I'm gon' spend
Tell me when you need me to pull up
You gon' shoot out while I spin
Tripping like I'm trigger happy
Salt fish, ackee ackee, golf buggy
Kawasaki, catch a fish
Sushi Maki, living life
London City, left the town
Thug and Travis be that fam

Yeah, yeah, you know that (Slatt)
And when they free us out, gon' be a film
A Kodak (Yeah!)
Shoot me pouring right Above The Rim
Like Pollack
I've been ripping and running, not slipping or sliding
Athletic tendencies
I've been up chefing it, whipping it to the base rock
I provide the remedy (Let's go)
When we open gates up at Utopia (It's lit!)
It's like Zootopia
You see the crosses over ya (Yeah!)
That's how you know it's us
At 4 AM, I'm phoning ya
Not for no shoulder rub
Them Jackboys open cleaners up
The way they fold and tuck

Yup, in my white tee
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype please
Yeah, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me
Yeah, unboxing the checks not my–
Checks not my–
I be where the fuck that light be
Bangers in the system, it's
Bangers in the system, it's
Ancient Anunnaki

Bangers in the system, it's that
Bangers in the system, it's that
M.I.A.

Song title: Franchise
Artist: Travis Scott feat. Young Thug and M.I.A.