Fifth Day Dead - Young Thug

Yeah

Moncler coat 'cause I’m the coldest out

I had twenty thousand pints sealed in a drought

12 bend the corner, me and the dogs gettin' out

Got twenty-seven colors this Versace couch

I got it from Birdman out of his Miami spot

I told the bitch don’t call me, she a Miami thot

They hate to see you rocking big ol' Pateks, rose gold

White diamonds on my wrist just like my main bitch toes

I cut the top off of the Benz, that winter was cold

I got a lot of thots, but got respect for my hoes

I got a lot of spots to recess for all my kids in the back

Playgrounds galore for teachers askin' why all of 'em brats

Got big baguettes sittin' on my neck

I throwed it to my dawgs, I told 'em fetch

Fuck over opps, they can’t see shit like this

I fucked her hard, I put that bitch to bed

I called 'em up and told him what he said

He text me back five days and he was dead

I told him bring my skeletons out the shed

I been sippin' on Wock', this ain’t no red