Lyrics Repercussions (with Young Thug) - Nav , Young Thug

Wheezy outta here

(Yeah)
Everybody 'round me say I'm doin' too much
When I got some problems, yeah, the drugs come clutch
Shout-out to the opps, we got another cold case (yeah)
Shout-out to my shooter, he ain't showin' no face (yeah)
Shout-out to the driver, fuck 12, he did the race (skrrt)
They typin' on computer, only letter I know is K's (hmm)
Pull up to the show, I send the hitter and hit the stage (yeah)
Married to the game, I go to war and I engage (yeah)
What you think? We got all the drink, I pour a gallon up
I'm a jerk, took a half of Perc', I fuck with stamina (woah)
Money and fame, with a little game, I get the best of her
Eco-friendly, I just went electric, bought the Tesla (woah)

Wheezy, play some beats, I think the E kicked in, I'm ready
Grindin' on my teeth, I got no food inside my belly
I just put all my diamonds on, I'm feelin' petty (petty)
Get my cake, I will always be there for my confetti (cake)
Animal inside the Lamb', got horses in the motor
Got a bitch named Nina and she love it when I tote her
We ain't fallin' for that tough guy shit, that huff-and-puffin' (no)
It's under discussion, you don't want these repercussions (no)

I just bought lil' shawty 20 Birkins, now they scared of her
Louis drench her off, and I walked in and I was Hermès'd up
I told that bitch to call me papi, I got my turbans up (papi)
I'm rich as fuck, really, you need to switch the topic up
Hickory dickory dock, I done ran my salary and ran my credits up
I just bought four bitches the same watch because I'm paid as fuck
Camera in the rearview Lambo' and I see I'm speedin' up
Ayy, what you want? I take my bitch to get her tummy tucked
Too many cameras in the club, gotta keep it low, gotta hit his tummy up
Put a snub-nose on the brand new Ruger .44, by the day I'm Tommy'd up
Sick of these broke-ass, petty-ass niggas and hoes, bitch, I'm goals
Birthday came, I had bought me a two-tone, roofless white Rolls (yeah)
Cash got the two-tone AP (yeah), Vegas edition, my nigga, you bold (ooh)
Birthday, I'm cakin' these bitches (ayy), not fakin' with bitches, I'm real as the road (ayy)
Keep a few tools, the niggas (yeah), they all in they feelings and ready to explode (yeah)
Dropped my chain on the ground and now this bitch gotta dry her toes

Wheezy, play some beats, I think the E kicked in, I'm ready
Grindin' on my teeth, I got no food inside my belly
I just put all my diamonds on, I'm feelin' petty (petty)
Get my cake, I will always be there for my confetti (cake)
Animal inside the Lamb' got horses in the motor
Got a bitch named Nina and she love it when I tote her
We ain't fallin' for that tough guy shit, that huff-and-puffin' (no)
It's under discussion, you don't want these repercussions (no)