Repercussions (Clean)

Repercussions - NAV/Young Thug

Lyrics by：Navraj Goraya/Wesley Glass/Amir Esmailian/Jeffrey Williams

Composed by：Navraj Goraya/Wesley Glass/Amir Esmailian/Jeffrey Williams

NAV：

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

When I got some problems yeah the *** come clutch

Shoutout to the opps we got another cold case

Yeah ayy

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

Yeah ayy

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

Hmm

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

Hmm

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

Yeah ayy

Married to the game I go to war and I engage

Yeah ayy

What you think We got all thе drink I pour a gallon up

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

Woo

Money and famе 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'

No

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

No

Young Thug：

I just bought lil' shawty twenty Birkins now they scared of 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 I done ran my salary and ran my credits up Woo

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

Camera in the rearview Lambo' and I see I'm speedin' up

Ayy what you want I take my b***h to get her tummy tucked

Too many cameras in the club gotta keep it low gotta hit his tummy up

Put a snub-nose on the brand new Ruger .44 by the day I'm Tommy'd up

Sick of these broke-ass petty-ass n***as and hoes b***h I'm goals

Birthday came I had bought me a two-tone roofless white Rolls

Yeah

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

Ooh

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

Ayy

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

Yeah

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'

No

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

No