Tabernacle

Young Thug

[Hook:]
Ho, ho, ho, ho, b*tch, b*tch, b*tches
I don't need no b*tch, I'mma still get all my midgets
I'm with these, firing shots out to
I'm true to my religion, 50 grand in the back of my britches
Like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle

[Verse 1:]
Young Thug, I plenty drugs
I'm friendly but I'm need more
I'm with my crew, we'll f*ck you up
me, and
I'mma, I need call her
All my young n*ggas sh*t, they, yes I love her
Act like we on the move, and knock on the money, yessir I'm a cover
Yes you make her, b*tch you make 'em custom
Thugger, thugger, baby
T-H-U-G-G-E-R, kiss a n*gga b*tch perfect, no CPR
All hundreds up on me, DVR
B*tch seen them bands less, A-J-A-R

[Hook:]

[Verse 2:]
We don't shoot buckshot, we like them slugs
Everybody except for us
And you know I'm not a crip
But I gave that b*tch a C my
You know when I'm mad it's a line for your b*tch today
But, 40 extendo needs skinny jeans
No b*tch
My all out players say leave more stains than the OJ murder scene
Pullin' up extra clean
I can't do no tug n*gga, you not in my league
There is no comparison, you like
Burrrrrr, I'm not Gucci, burrrr, burrrr, burrrrrr, burrrrrr
That's the sound of my trunk, I got birds inside of there