How Come Lyrics – Young Thug

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[Verse 1]
I came here from stick ups, I went hood sent
I was robbing, I was busting
Uh, I’m not a husband, I was fu*king with your cousin
This ain’t a cut list, it’s 442, the buckets
Suede interior, the headlines, suede on the side of the seats
Hermès orange break pads, Hermès orange seats
Hermès orange floor, rugs gold, bought a ace of spades, don’t freeze
Let you shop at Bal Harbour, now you slave on me, yeah

[Chorus]
How come my SpongeBob, pill taker, real n!gga way up to Mars
How come the n!ggas I kill still get a (??) in the dark?
It’s like an electric button, I could get close and closer to the stars
I caught a pu*sy down bad, just know I had woke him up with the Glock
Double back, just to see if I hit
YSL tried to cease and desist, with that n!gga build up from crumbs to grits
Bend the block, let the drum hit
Spin again, spin again and again
White flash, n!ggas throwing ’em in
White linen, I’ma duck in to swim
Leather boots, I let George swim

[Verse 2]
Saw his momma, shot the b!tch out her Timbs
Uh, since I can’t catch up with them
Uh, I let him peep out, he don’t see ’em
Had your old lady creeping at (??), woah
I don’t travel with a thot and no ma’am
Do you wanna catch a body? Yes, ma’am
Drop my nuts, I ain’t paying Uncle Sam, my d!ck in her mouth like a bottle of Wayne
These chains, they cost me to choke
I take off and go on her boat
I’m keeping that white like it’s soap
I ain’t fu*king these hoes, on the Pope
She sucking my d!ck and greased
I kiss on her coochie teeth

Lil’ b!tch, we the bougee beast
This (??) smell like some s*it
She like to be next to a G
She like to pop molly and east
She told me she don’t got no opiote
She fu*king dog, fresh out the kennel
I told her, “Proceed on the knees”
Straight instructing your b!tch
Don’t throw it up unless it’s a B
Skeet off on the cops, it’s a flee

[Chorus]
How come my SpongeBob, pill taker, real n!gga way up to Mars
How come the n!ggas I kill still get a (??) in the dark?
It’s like an electric button, I could get close and closer to the stars
I caught a pu*sy down bad, just know I had woke him up with the Glock
Double back, just to see if I hit
YSL tried to cease and desist, with that n!gga build up from crumbs to grits
Bend the block, let the drum hit
Spin again, spin again and again
White flash, n!ggas throwing ’em in
White linen, I’ma duck in to swim
Leather boots, I let George swim