Released: October 5, 2018

Featuring: Fi Chief Young Thug

Songwriter: Young Thug Fi Chief Fiend

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Lemon squeez, ridin through the street with no lemon
She goin park and get on the bus, that's her decision
Money tall, nothing midget
Pay me a visit, I pay tuitions on a trip
All the bitches in my periferal, that’s my decision
You don't understand me, pay attention
I got these bitches with me, I feel like I'm pimpin
I’m bangin red from the ground up, I'm drippin
My diamonds so wet, like the Pasific
Yeah, I tell you pussy niggas, be spesific

[Verse 1: Fiend]
Lemon squeez, you don't step to me, nigga please
You ain't a hood nigga unless you spendin cheese
Won't bless you if you sneeze
I'm cooler than a winter breez
No tricks up my sleeves
I be with them Gs
Ridin with that yapa
No love for a copper
Lookin for a head doctor
Banana clip, supersized
Point it at that hoe nigga you idolise
Orange juice, a nice slice
Bout to cut your wife, I ain't nothin nice
Never hit it twice
I just put it in the light
I go for that head like lice

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Lemon squeez, ridin through the street with no lemon
She goin park and get on the bus, that's her decision
Money tall, nothing midget
Pay me a visit, I pay tuitions on a trip
All the bitches in my periferal, that’s my decision
You don’t understand me, pay attention
I got these bitches with me, I feel like I'm pimpin
I’m bangin red from the ground up, I'm drippin
My diamonds so wet, like the Pasific
Yeah, I tell you pussy niggas, be spesific

[Verse 2: Fi Chief]
I be runnin and gunnin, and don't give a fuck who you're muggin
That 30, that’s what I'm clutchin
Your print, I ain't touch it
No more fuckin and rubbin
That stupid bitch you be lovin
That ain't nothin, we gettin blunted
If you wanna smoke somethin, so I took her in beaters, she wanna suck on my peter
So I let her and skeet her, my neck still was believer
Man, you know how I treat her, cause I be doggin 'm all
Call that bitch a receiver, cause she be catchin my ball
You ain't gotta believe me, you can ask all my dogs
Man, that bitch was no keeper, I kicked her straight out my door
She was takin it off, and I was all in her jaw
No, I was all in her grill, so you can call me Paul Wall

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Lemon squeez, ridin through the street with no lemon
She goin park and get on the bus, that's her decision
Money tall, nothing midget
Pay me a visit, I pay tuitions on a trip
All the bitches in my periferal, that's my decision
You don't understand me, pay attention
I got these bitches with me, I feel like I'm pimpin
I'm bangin red from the ground up, I'm drippin
My diamonds so wet, like the Pasific
Yeah, I tell you pussy niggas, be spesific

Fiend

Richard “Ricky” Jones, better known as Fiend or International Jones was born May 13, 1976 in New Orleans, Louisiana. Fiend is best known for his time spent with Master P’s No Limit Records. He is currently signed to Curren$y’s Jet Life Recordings.