Sin - Young Thug, Jaden

Ayy, ayy, I’m drippin' again

The way that I drip this shit should be a sin

Ayy, ayy, divorce all my friends

I’m not a Migo, 'bout to trap out the Benz

Ayy, they told me don’t spend

I went got the racks and I did it again

Ayy, I think she a twin

Plus she got red calamari skin

Ayy, you don’t got man, the sugars just ripened so pour it on in

I went to school, got suspended

I told her I want some head, bobby pin

If the lil' kid don’t got class, yeah we calling truancy

I ain’t had no money to spend

I got my first check and went paid off my rent

I poured a four from the clouds down (gah-gah)

And my head float in them places

I’m on the phone with big bro now (goddamn)

He told me to keep Benz on the race

Until you see it like this, I promise man you’d never think it exists

Straight out a jet to the crib, I’m quick with the switch

Man we never miss, okay (gah-gah)

'Bout to turn up in the club and back the fuck up

We ain’t takin' no pictures

See all the wings in the front, it’s us, we had to triple the digits

See all those sexy mamas blowing kisses, man

We had to grant all they wishes (gah)

Casamigos got me spendin', but I want some spendin' some out wit' some dealers,

let’s go

I’m rocking Dior Sauvage

I’m higher than Scotty, they calling me Pippen

I got some Cartier vision, it costs me six thousand, I’m washing it with me

Money’s the reason I’m sinning

Money’s the reason I gotta take Ritalin

You niggas talking 'bout women

Just shut the fuck up, yeah I’m taking ya plenty

I put Chanel on a belt buckle, of when my price is half off

I keep a stick for my cover, got way more girls than Hugh Hefner

Got the same name as the butler

But more money than Ashley and her mother

Got a bag with full of sherbet, I’m 'bout to smoke like a murder

Ayy, ayy, I’m dripping again

The way that I drip this shit should be a sin

Ayy, ayy, divorce all my friends

I’m not a Migo, 'bout to trap out the Benz

Ayy, they told me don’t spend

I went got the racks and I did it again

Ayy, I think she a twin

Plus she got red calamari skin

Ayy, you don’t got man, the sugars just ripened so pour it on in

I went to school, got suspended

I told her I want some head, bobby pin

If the lil' kid don’t got class, yeah we calling truancy

I ain’t had no money to spend

I got my first check and went paid off my rent

Ooh, hop out the back of the turn up, avoid all the cameras, I did it on purpose

She tryna act like she perfect, I see all the masks that you leave on the

surface

She made me write all my verses in cursive

She need all them purses at Hermes

That’s like 25 racks and we always on a roll, man we always working, let’s go

Ay, bitch I’ma pour some Act, got some brand new graffiti, it’s going down my

back

I got Chanel slippers, Gucci panties, baby girl you can pick

I get Giuseppe Zanotti’s a night, I spent half a million designer on kids

I got Chanel slippers, Gucci panties, baby girl you can pick

I got so high, went off the equator, I feel like Buzz Lightyear

I met a broad, skinny like nails, and I was richer than ice cream

I had to grind without a rail, now all my cars got Nitron

Straight to Dubai, I feel like the mail, I was on a Global Express

I had to grind without a rail, now all my cars got Nitron

Straight to Dubai, I feel like the mail, I was on a Global Express

I’m in London, got my beat from London