Just Might Be - Young Thug

«Just Might Be»

Never gon cheat, yeah, I promise!

Never gon cheat, yeah, I promise!

Aye man get your mutherfuckin hands away from my syrup man

Livin life bro, I’m happy

Baby you know that I might be the realest little nigga you ever gone see

Baby you know that I might be trillest little nigga that you wanna be

Baby you know that I might be the richest little nigga you ever could treat

And you know that I might just scoop that little bitch up off of her feet

All of these niggas they know that they fallin' and everyone wanna be me

All of these bitches don’t wanna be cheated on but all these bitches wan' cheat

All of these bitches wanna be the new wifey but all of these bitches be cheatin

All of these rappers I swear they watering down, on the chlorine

Feed me, feed me

These pussy niggas tighter than a wedgie, weegee

I live life like a sniper, they can’t see me, see me

Her heart like an old diaper, I can’t leave it, leave it

I’m drinkin' on this motherfuckin' mud

Okay my fuckin' back pocket is fat like a butt

I swear I’m a blood, I can never be your cause

You can roger that like my motherfuckin' buzz (Losie!)

I’ll bippoty-bop, then stick it and fade

I keep some coke and the rocks on me everyday

I got a bitch with a yacht missin in the bay

Come here choke me if you wan' go on a date

I’ll make bail within' the first 48

I’ll give her the stick

She gone get a clip, bigger than a porn star dick

And I need new casting, for a porn star clip

That’s called breathin', that’s how you let that bitch breathe fool

Okay you know all my diamonds got no flaws

Momma move to 85 north, not 85 south

I think these hoes piranhas, excluding my baby momma

I take care my daddy momma by pullin' up with them bundles

If I ain’t treat you good little baby just know it’s karma

You did my nigga wrong, I know it, it was last summer

Lyin' to me, tellin' me I’m the bomb like Osama

I wish I could spend 50 bands on tour for grandmama

I’d crack that nigga head with a bottle

I could never call, not a fed, not a cop

Niggas sit on the bench and I said do ya’ll

YSL scream: for the red crew, we got it right on

Niggas got me on my syrup in this Bentley, see ya’ll

That little bitch just want birds and you know I said ya’ll

She gone act just like a clitoris with them feds and act dumb

She might act like she know Bird when them players in there

Yeah I’m a crazy motherfucker, fool

I got on but you know I’m still drippin' you know what I’m sayin'