Young Thug – To Me (Everybody) lyrics

I just wanna know why you ignore me
I just wanna know why you making me OD
I just wanna let you know that it's killing me slowly
I'm dying over you, you just crying over me

Slow that ass down I'm tryna talk to you (talk to you)
Throw that pussy at me, I'm a boss with it (boss)
Forty thousand dollar Birkin, blow a block with you (woah)
Let's perform a 69, I'm tryna slob with you (slurp)
Beat them bitches up, I'm tryna mob with you (mob with you)
Touch your body up, don't get mad with me
Let's get fresh, go to Tom Ford with you
I'll still swim to you, if you had a shark with you (on God)
I'm tryna get this hundred thirty-five thousand dollar ring and you know the rest (ay)
I'm tryna be with you 'til dust (dust)
She said, "yeah" 'cause she the best (best)
I apply pressure to your chest (to your chest)
I beat 'em with the royal flush (royal flush)
My main bitch, she one of one (one of one)
I swear she nothing like the rest (no)
I caught a ride on Bouldercrest (Bouldercrest)
Yeah I took lil' shawty out a bus

Ooh ah (facts, facts), ah
I just want whatever you got that belongs to me
And all I do is whine, oh whine
I hope God should stop what you tried to me

New G-Wagon, 24's on that bitch
I made two of these rappers pee they clothes, prolly shit
I made two of these actors fuck my whole fucking clique (ay)
Blue cheese rapper sitting on muhfucking slicks
Let's take a percocet test
I'd prolly fail that bitch (mmh)
I think my old lady onto us
I got to mail that bitch
Ooh ooh
I got a whole lotta cheese, yeah yeah, I'm Velveeta rich
Ooh ooh
I got fans all over the world, I make 'em all mosh-pit
And if that nigga play crazy in the school, I'ma make his ass standin' to the wall
I got all these niggas old ladies tryna pay attention, sinking on how I ball, ball, ball
You should trap out God, the car was never driving it
You should trap out God, the bottle was never popping it
You should try a whole lotta things yeah
You should try losing something, gotta go to the property
Everybody YSL out of properties (slanging)
Everybody parasail like a Nautica (slanging)
Everybody with me, pockets seen 'em wobbling (wobbling)
Irv Gotti
Everybody with me, they ain't scared to catch a body (nah)
Everybody girl running 'round with errybody (ay)
Everybody came around me, start getting money (money)
Everybody came around, you start taking molly
You see the difference
They whole picture penny pinching, they dead broke
They really dead, they just living (facts)
Expert
I'm balling and I'm still in business (facts)
Make her squirt
All in the motherfucking kitchen

Ooh ah, ah
I just want whatever you got that belongs to me
And all I do is whine, oh whine
I hope God should stop what you tried to me

(Jeffery)
You can't stop what God got for me
I said I'ma stop and drunk more codeine (lean)
Pop that mini label, that that ecstasy (label)
And I'm telling on myself, but I don't care about a thing (fuck you)
It's funny now I'm rich that I don't care about money (woah)
Before I was married, man I still didn't care about honey (ha)
Speaking of honey, yeah I'm a big B honey
Go tell your ex-boyfriend, he can't see me or nothing (nothing)
He can be my neighbor, still can't see me
His album is the latest, still can't beat me (ha)
And don't you talk to me 'bout nothing (nothing)
Everywhere my watch is gon' be flooded (ayy)
Every one of these thotties, I coulda fucked yeah (ayy)
Diamonds on me, got the robbers rushing (facts)
My attitude outer space, I don't care 'bout nothing (facts)
Pack the Smith & Wesson
Actavis let go of me lay oh (ay)
Actually me bankroll don't let go (let go)
Ready to run these rap niggas back home (ready)
Put a Tec-9 to the backbone (Tec-9)
Money give you goosebumps, money give you feedback
Sweat on your tee top
I don't wanna see none of y'all, y'all are cheetahs
Fuck your mamacita, yah
I'm a nasty bastard, I need a detox, yah
I'm in a foreign whip with your mamacita
Ten thousand dollar chips and a hunnid Visa's
And I got a lotta sticks and a hunnid creatures
Betta not have no bad bitch if you wanna sleep with her
Get her packing, you better roly poly oly it
Came up in the projects with no roaches
We had to keep it clean, everything smell soapy
Back when we had no homies

Ooh ah, ah
I just want whatever you got that belongs to me
And all I do is whine, oh whine
I hope God should stop what you tried to me