Bubbly Lyrics – Young Thug ft. Drake & Travis Scott

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
My career 'bout to blast like bubbly
I'm not waiting for her to say she love me
I can tell she'll f**k any man, trust me
I got a ten-year-old mink still ain't fuzzy
Three-twenty-five on the dashboard
Riding in the Porsche, rocking Tom Ford
I ball at Barneys, new Christian Dior
I took the jet to the New York store
She l!ck while I'm driving, I'm staining the floor
I took it off track, now I'm riding in sport (Yeah)
You stay in your feelings, you never my boy
I can't come to the hood, I pull a decoy
Another body drop, and they screaming my name
I'm going to LA on a private plane
Could never come back and my family straight (Grrah)
Untouchable, know, I'm too rich and too paid
Skeleton Cartier, black diamonds face
Pull up too deep like a f**king parade
Old jealous-as* n!ggas tryna f**k up my pay (Ha)
Blast off, Rolls Royce Cullinan rain (Broke n!ggas)
I put baguettes in my wrist and my neck
And my ears and my motherf**king chains (Chains)
This drip out the trenches, I know you gone dig it
I come through this motherf**ker plain (Woah)
I cut up my wrist, soaking wet (Yeah)
And Coachella keep calling, they won't see the face
I took her to China and changed up her climate
And now she ain't talking the same (Woah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Five nights up, still popping and raging
And the SVR still looking deranged (Yeah)
I want her, she wanted the same
And them both, same time, both glad that they came
(It's lit)
Keep me a vibe, but can't keep it contained
Know I keep me some dawgs, always keep 'em in training (Oh)
Tat' a logo on the back of my brain
Don't ask me what the f**k am I thinking
Back of these walls, I'm full of that drank
Eric came through with a little entertainment (It's lit)
829, got her looking like space
Houston it's a problem when we bust in her face and sh!t
I came with the snakes no squids (Straight up)
I broke out the game with a 456
She loving the fest', I see it
She loving the fest' (Straight up, straight up)
Yeah, I sit on her face, and I'm loving that body
And lacing, I love you, lil' Spider and Drake
Yeah, I know you got taste, if you love you some
Take shots with me
If I love you
I'll drop you a pin to a time and a place (Wait)

[Verse 3: Drake]
YSL'll put a n!gga six feet
I ain't begging when I tell a b!tch, "Please"
Me and lil' Thugger on fleek
Now that lil' ho wanna meet, ayy
What, what, what, what?
F**k her on beat
OVO life not cheap
I'm a young boy too T'd
Wire just hit my account, never seen that amount
Oh God, I'm geeked
Been on the charts for five hundred weeks
So somebody love when I speak
Doing this sh!t just to show we get down in the 6ix
Man, it's bigger than me
Texas rent so big, that sh!t is perfect for the dipping
I don't care how wet I get her, she won't catch me s—
Three-twenty-five on the dashboard
Ride in the Porsche, rocking Tom Ford
Rocking her bed and the headboard
What, what, what, what?
Buying out Louis and Christian Dior
I took the jet to the New York store
Park at the regular airport
You stay in your feelings, was never my boy