Songtext zu 'MAYDAY (feat. Sheck Wes & Young Thug)' von Chase B

Yo, Chase B!

[Sheck Wes]
I'm going dumb in a moshpit (Bitch)
If I'm out in the crowd, I lost it (Yeah)
I can't close my eyelids (Yeah)
Why? 'Cause a young nigga off it (Uh)
I got the message like a prophet
I got the message like a (I got the message like a)
I got the message like a prophet (Uh)
Last year, made a big profit (Yeah)
Big bands, put it in my wallet (Uh)
Smoking this gas got me coughing (Yessir)
You can talk that bad, put you in a casket or a coffin (Bitch, bitch)
Yeah (yeah), it's a motherfucking stick up (Bitch)
Put your hands up or get hit up (Uh)
I grew up a bad nigga (Yeah)

Section 8, be in the projects, I was in the parks with the hittas (Hittas)
Now, I count bands, count figures
You don't fuck with Sheck Wes? Get the fingers (Bitch!)
This not a ho like Mike (Yes), this not a ho like wizard (Wizard)
My youngin' heart, cold like December (Bitch)
Streets done turned me to a killer (Killer)

[Young Thug]
The car panoramic, all-white coupe and Klan it
I got in her panties, I didn't even get it
The new one is Spanish, I hop out the coupe
Gave her right to her grannie, I don't do the bogus
Ain't tryna expose her, I don't even be telling her
If I call it, I don't even know it
So sorry I am sorry, I thought that you fucked him
I owe you for life, yeah and you know the score
I hop off the jet, I hop on a boat
I'm smokin' biscotti, it's makin' me choke
I hop out of parties and air out the parties
I'm drinkin' red, I don’t want no Bacardi
When I keep the kids, you look so sorted
You look like you have a good time with your buddies
I know that you need it, little break and they fussin'
When she gets the open, shoot it outta the buckey
We just need a nanny, I go Randy Savage
I gave 'way the Rollie, the AP is 'matic
Got Daytonas brightless, got skeletons added
The shit don't look average, I like how it setted
I'm checking the static, I'm checking the settings
This bitch 'round my neck, he might cook it my Patek
I'm hungry as fuck, 'bout to eat out the carrot
I got the biggest body inside of the valley
I'm next to John Wall I could throw him an alley
Rent the plate, boy I'm matchin' this [?]
I put on some ice, now I'm cool as an addict
I know how to fold, they took all my cash in
I knew how to fish, I knew that I'm rich
I pour the eight in a Sierra Mist
Ran up some M's, I'm don't need a lick
Heard she was gon' go down, I don't see that bitch

[Sheck Wes]
I'm going dumb in a moshpit (Bitch!)
If I'm out in the crowd, I lost it (Yeah)
I can't close my eyelids (Yeah)
Why? 'Cause a young nigga off it (Yeah)
I got the message like a prophet
I got the message like a (I got the message like a)
I got the message like a prophet (Uh)
Last year, made a big profit (Yeah)
Big bands, put it in my wallet (Uh)
Smoking this gas got me coughing (Yessir)
You can talk that bad, put you in a casket or a coffin (Bitch, bitch)
Yeah (yeah), it's a motherfucking stick up (Bitch)
Put your hands up or get hit up (Uh)
I grew up a bad nigga (Yeah)