Repercussions (Explicit)

Repercussions (Explicit) - NAV/Young Thug

Lyrics by：Navraj Goraya/Wesley Gla*s/Amir Esmailian/Jeffrey Williams

Composed by：Navraj Goraya/Wesley Gla*s/Amir Esmailian/Jeffrey Williams

Wheezy outta here

NAV：

Everybody 'round me say I'm doin' too much

When I got some problems yeah the drugs come clutch

Shoutout to the opps we got another cold case

Shoutout to my shooter he ain't showin' no face

Shoutout to the driver f**k 12 he did the race

They typin' on computer only letter I know is K's

Pull up to the show I send the hitter and hit the stage

Married to the game I go to war and I engage

What you drink We got all the drink I pour a gallon up

I'm a jerk took a half of Perc' I f**k with stamina

Money and fame with a little game I get the best of her

Eco-friendly I just went electric bought the Tesla

Woo

NAV：

Wheezy play some beats I think the E kicked in I'm ready

Grindin' on my teeth I got no food inside my belly

I just put all my diamonds on I'm feelin' petty

Petty

Get my cake I will always be there for my confetti

Cake

Animal inside the Lamb' got horses in the motor

Got a b***h named Nina and she love it when I tote her

We ain't fallin' for that tough guy s**t that huff and puffin'

It's under discussion you don't want these repercussions

Young Thug：

I just bought lil' shawty twenty Birkins now they skate off her

Louis drench her off and I walked in and I was Hermès'd up

I told that b***h to call me papi I got my turbans up

Papi

I'm rich as f**k really you need to switch the topic up

Hickory dickory dock my salary ran my credits up

I just bought four b***hes the same watch 'cause I'm paid as f**k

Camere in the rearview Lambo' when I see I'm speedin' up

Hey what you want I keep my b***h to get her tummy tuck

Too many cameras in the club gotta keep it low

Gotta hit this tummy up pushin' up nose on the brand new or the four-four

But the day I'm tummied up

Sick of these broke-a*s petty-a*s n***as and h**s

B***h I'm Ghost birthday came I bought me a two-tone roofless white Rolls

Cash got the two-tone AP Vegas edition my n***a you ball

Birthday I'm cakin' these b***hes not fakin' with b***hes I'm real as the road

Keep a few tools the n***as they all in they feelings they ready to explode

Dropped my chain on the ground and now this b***h gotta dry her toes

NAV：

Wheezy play some beats I think the E kicked in I'm ready

Grindin' on my teeth I got no food inside my belly

I just put all my diamonds on I'm feelin' petty

Petty

Get my cake I will always be there for my confetti

Cake

Animal inside the Lamb' got horses in the motor

Got a b***h named Nina and she love it when I tote her

We ain't fallin' for that tough guy s**t that huff and puffin'

It's under discussion you don't want these repercussions