Chance the Rapper, Young Thug, Lil Yachty - Mixtape

[Intro: Young Thug & Lil Yachty]
Chance The muthafuckin Rapper
With a capitalized, uh, times, not the times, but you know what I'm sayin – the times.
Thugga!
Lil Boat!
Chance!
Lil Boat!

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper & Young Thug]
Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes?
Hell, no!
Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes?
I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes,
Bad little bitch, wanna know how lips taste.
She curious, she curious!
I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes.
Real-real-real.
Bad little bitch, wanna know how the lips taste.

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
All I can hear is the third, ay!
All I can hear is the third, ay!
We don't know none of your words, ay!
We don't know none of your words, ay!
I love my women real tall, ay!
Type that can really play ball, ay!
You buy my hat at the park, ay!
Think I might really play ball, ay!
I got a link in my bio, my bitch do the salsa like pico de gallo,
They gotta ask if they may, Cinco de Mayo.
How can they call themselves bosses
When they got so many bosses?
You gotta see what your boss say,
I get it straight out the faucet.
I ain't felt like this since the third Drought, third Carter drop,
Told my momma third grade I'd be in the third Barbershop,
And you know, momma got real worried when she heard College Drop,
But now I call the shots.

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper & Young Thug]
I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes,
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste.
She curious, she curious!
I swear I'm the only nigga still cares about mixtapes,
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste.

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Bad little mama, she gettin it Obama,
She sting like a bumblebee, hot as the sauna,
She shine like a Rollie, got that from her momma,
Can't see me, can't be me, I'm ridin like a panda.
That booty gon roll and it's outta control,
And these bitches gon fuck off respect and that loyalty,
All my bitches lovin me and they spoil me,
Rub me down with that lotion, baby oil me.
Drinkin Actavis, baby, I'm showin me,
In that choppa, I see your perimeter
Change the culture ‘cause my ring is a solar!
Wait one minute, I told you!
Yeah, I would like to know you!
Yeah, you lucky like clovers!
Yeah, the clothes no good!
Mama, I do it, your ass I pursue it,
Just look at me, baby,
I came from the sewers,
They love all the slime ball,
Like they fuck all these cats on your slime, dog.
That got me serene like I'm breakin a bar,
And I'm ballin on you like I'm Chris Paul.

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper & Young Thug]
I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes,
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste.
She curious, she curious!
I swear I'm the only nigga still cares about mixtapes,
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste.

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Am I the only one who really care about cover art?
Growin up I ain't have my brother ‘cause he said the streets gave him a fresh start.
I ain't know what that mean,
I bumped heads with my dean,
Dropped out and hit the scene,
Now I'm stuntin like bling!
Time and time again they told me no,
They told me I wouldn't go
‘Cause in high school all I cared about was hoes.
Well, maybe that shit was my interest,
Now I spend more than they make at my dentist,
After 1Night the folks thought I was finished,
I pin my name to the game like a seamstress.
Oh, bitch, I bite like a gator,
Fuck them reviews that they put in the paper!
Did what I wanted, didn't care about a hater,
Delivered my tape to the world as a caterer.
Oh, they fuck with me ‘cause I'm different –
New sound, new appearance.
Bitch, it's Boat from the 6!
Give a fuck about a bitch!
Walk out, my hand on my dick, I'm the shit!

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper & Young Thug]
I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes,
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste.
She curious, she curious!
I said I'm the only nigga still cares about mixtapes,
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste.