Bubbly (with Drake & Travis Scott)

The official audio for Young Thug's "Bubbly" with Drake & Travis Scott from his album 'Punk' - Out Now! Stream 'Punk' on all platforms: https://youngthug.ffm.to/punk Check out SLATT ??: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLx95ifvZCY6r8Z0s0-1D5s0xuNyVtYs88 Call Us: +1 (404) 224-9702 Follow Young Thug http://www.twitter.com/youngthug​ http://instagram.com/thuggerthugger1​ http://www.facebook.com/youngthugmusic Follow Drake https://www.drakeofficial.com https://instagram.com/champagnepapi https://facebook.com/drake https://twitter.com/drake https://www.drakeofficial.com Follow Travis Scott https://travisscott.com https://twitter.com/trvisXX https://www.instagram.com/travisscott https://soundcloud.com/travisscott-2 https://www.facebook.com/travisscottlaflame LYRICS [Verse 1: Young Thug] My career 'bout to blast like bubbly I'm not waitin' for her to say she love me I can tell she'll fuck any man, trust me I got a ten-year-old mink still ain't fuzzy Three-twenty-five on the dashboard Ridin' in the Porsche, rockin' Tom Ford I ball at Barneys, new Christian Dior I took the jet to the New York store She lick while I'm driving', I'm stainin' the floor I took it off track, now I'm ridin' in sport (Yeah) You stay in your feelings, you never my boy I can't come to the hood, I pull a decoy Another body drop, and they screaming my name I'm goin' to LA on a private plane Could never come back and my family straight (Grrah) Untouchable, know, I'm too rich and too paid Skeleton Cartier, black diamonds face Pull up too deep like a fuckin' parade Old jealous-ass niggas tryna fuck up my pay (Ha) Blast off, Rolls Royce Cullinan rain (Broke niggas) I put baguettes in my wrist and my neck and my ears and my motherfuckin' chains (Chains) This drip out the trenches, I know you gon' dig it, I come through this motherfucker plain (Woah) I cut up my wrist, soakin' wet (Yeah) And Coachella keep callin', they won't see the face I took her to China and changed up her climate and now she ain't talkin' the same (Woah, yeah) [Verse 2: Travis Scott] Five nights up, still poppin' and ragin' And the SVR still lookin' deranged (Yeah) I want her, she wanted the same And them both, same time, both glad that they came (It's lit) Keep me a vibe, but can't keep it contained Know I keep me some dawgs, always keep 'em in training (Oh) Tat' a logo on the back of my brain Don't ask me what the fuck am I thinkin' Back of these walls, I'm full of that drank Eric came through with a little entertainment (It's lit) 829, got her lookin' like space Houston it's a problem when we bust in her face and shit I came with the snakes no squids (Straight up) I broke out the game with a 4-5-6 She lovin' the fest', I see it She lovin' the fest' (Straight up, straight up) Yeah, I sit on her face, and I'm lovin' that body And lacin', I love you, lil' Spider and Drake Yeah, I know you got taste, if you love you some, take shots with me If I love you, I'll drop you a pin to a time and a place (Wait) B