STS (feat. Strick) - Young Thug & Young Stoner Life Records Lyrics


Supa, aha
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 motherfuckin' 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 fuck her at my mother spot



Steady chasing the check, turned the bank into nest

Cuban link 'round my neck taking a bird bath

Cartier bracelet got pointers and the Audemar to match

If they talking 'bout my game, they speaking all cash

New [?], I can see they envy and mad

I done fucked 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, subtract 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 shit, I ran up the digits

Count it with no intermission

Her best friend done gave me the dishin'

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 lookin' like danger

Three white bitches, 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



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 motherfuckin' 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 fuck her at my mother spot



Icy [?] you feel it in her tits (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 to God that she love me

I was just pouring out the bubbly

I was filling up drinks with this 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!



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 motherfuckin' 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 cockaroach

Hop out with a Patek on my wrist that keep the.44

Hopscotching the thot, thot

I'ma fuck her at my mother spot



Two door, door riding, frog-eyed niggas can't see me

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Crazy presi' beze' on the motherfuckin' 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

STS (feat. Strick) lyrics !!!