She Bumped Her Head - Chris Brown & Young Thug feat. Gunna

[Intro: Young Thug]
Makers
Gon' pull up on 'em, pull up
Yeah
Should I get it? No cap
Run that back Turbo
Sex

[Chorus: Young Thug & Chris Brown, Young Thug & Chris Brown]
My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whippin' her (Sex)
If I roll up the Maybach windows
We don't care 'bout the listeners
I don't know what your nigga told your buddy
But he should have told you I'm killin' him (Just let him talk)
I be draped in Margiela's
And I don't need credentials (Don't need credentials, baby)
If your nigga can't put that shit on
Gotta get out the premises (Beat it)
I just came from the crack of the dawn (Why?)
'Cause a nigga was travelin' (No cap)
Had to put all my young niggas on
Ain't no jewelry, we share-y (Lil' bitch)
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day
'Cause these niggas been trippin' ('Bout us got 'em fooled)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I triple up, pour up my cup and it's all 'tussin
My coupe got nitro and all dust
And we smokin' these niggas like kush
Yeah, when we fuck on these hoes, make 'em gush
Pop out the Bentley, Mulsanne at the Tootsie's
And I fuck on your ho and she say that's my pussy
I wet paper napkin, I'm wipin' my dick off
This Actavis slushin', my ho drink that Crystal
She wrapped the saran the fresh as she can
'Cause I drip and play with these bands (Racks)
I open my hand, there's nothin' but bands
Now YSL big as Japan (On God)
My head dropped in that Lamb' as fast as I can
'Cause I was gettin' tripped by a van (Skrrt)
I pop in my mama, my bitch
And even my baby mama whip a sedan
I just paid some bands with five-hundred grand
I'm waitin' on these bags to land (Racks)
I'm cool as a fan, you play with my man
And we come and takin' your land
I took YSL from his and he can't
And he got niggas waitin' to land (Slatt)
I told all my niggas, "Sit back, it's a scam"
When these niggas goin' on a rant

[Chorus: Young Thug & Chris Brown, Young Thug & Chris Brown]
My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whippin' her (Sex)
If I roll up the Maybach windows
We don't care 'bout the listeners
I don't know what your nigga told your buddy
But he should have told you I'm killin' him (Just let him talk)
I be draped in Margiela's
And I don't need credentials (Don't need credentials, baby)
If your nigga can't put that shit on
Gotta get out the premises (Beat it)
I just came from the crack of the dawn (Why?)
'Cause a nigga was travelin' (No cap)
Had to put all my young niggas on
Ain't no jewelry, we share-y (Lil' bitch)
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day
'Cause these niggas been trippin'

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Spent a whole hundred racks on a plain Jane
That's a coupe it up in it, you lil' bitty bitches
Know me for my first or my last name
I done went got the riches, I'm matchin' the vision
I'm fuckin' these hoes in the backstage
No, I don't do no kisses
She know I just tip her and send her home like a back page
I been playin' with this ice look like Ice Age
I just got me a rose gold chain, it remind me of Moet
Got the Louis V shirt, and better chain
Should have seen how I wore it (Yeah, yeah)
I call the slimes that'll pull up with the things that'll kill all the noise
If you ask, I'm headed out to Spain, I got foreign whores
That biscotti, I smoke it like a train
Smell that shit in my kidney
I got lil' shawty inside of Mulsanne
She don't know it's a Bentley
She asked me for a lil' help on her back end
And you know that I did it
Found the old check and I went to go cash it
Lot of money we gettin'

[Chorus: Young Thug & Chris Brown, Young Thug & Chris Brown]
My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whippin' her (Sex)
If I roll up the Maybach windows, we don't care 'bout the listeners
I don't know what your nigga told your buddy
But he should have told you I'm killin' him (Just let him talk)
I be draped in Margiela's
And I don't need credentials (Don't need credentials, baby)
If your nigga can't put that shit on
Gotta get out the premises (Beat it)
I just came from the crack of the dawn (Why?)
'Cause a nigga was travelin' (No cap)
Had to put all my young niggas on
Ain't no jewelry, we share-y (Lil' bitch)
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day
'Cause these niggas been trippin' ('Bout us got 'em fooled)

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
I ordered two more two-tones
Call up my plug on two phones
Lambos, six-fours
Got a offset, it's sittin' low
My shit's stainless, don't put your fingers on it
No, these ain't no finger, waves
Bitch, this ain't Tony Tony Tony
I feel like Kurt Cobain, get good brain with the shotgun
Yeah, my niggas do it for me, I never shot one
And watch her get on her knees, give me that rubbin'
I told her I got five on me, send me the wire (Ooh)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Chris Brown, Young Thug & Chris Brown]
My lil' shawty had bumped her head
And I steady been whippin' her (Yeah, Sex)
If I roll up the Maybach windows
We don't care 'bout the listeners (No)
I don't know what your nigga told your buddy
But he should have told you I'm killin' him (Killin' him)
I be draped in Margiela's (Ooh)
And I don't need credentials
Don't need credentials, baby (Oh, baby, baby)
If your nigga can't put that shit on
Gotta get out the premises (Beat it, girl)
I just came from the crack of the dawn (Why?)
'Cause a nigga was travelin' (Oh, we travelin', no cap)
Had to put all my young niggas on
Ain't no jewelry, we share-y (Ooh, yeah, lil' bitch)
Had to rock the two-tones on the same day
'Cause these niggas been trippin' (Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah)
'Bout us got 'em fooled

[Outro: Gunna]
That biscotti, I smoke it like a train
Spend that shit on my Porsche
That was lil' shawty first time to saddle up
She can't open the doors
I do not fuck with you disloyal niggas
Thought the whip could be yours
Turns up that double, hit it with the triple
Had no other choice