T.I. feat. Young Thug – Ring Lyrics | Official Lyric Video

Lyrics Ring – T.I. feat. Young Thug

I let it ring, you know that I mean
I don’t drink green, I need my cream
I just wanna cum on her, her face and her spleen
I just wanna let that b**ch, let that b**ch ring

When s**t get wrong, it can’t go right
Now I’ve been known to get s**t blown
Up out of proportion, bomb on site
Be careful with your body, put that on ice
I’m not gon’ tweet, I’m not gon’ type
Whatever you say, okay, alright
You pick your fate, you pay your price
Just know I do not play, alright, alright

Lil’ buddy acting hard
I’ll send him to God
My dawgs like Dodge
They pull up and charge
I’m ridin’ in the ten speed
It’s hard to pull out the ‘rage
It’s dark, I’m f**kin’ your daughters
They twins, I’m Mr. Rogers

’96 Impala with a hundred thousand dollars in the trunk
They talk s**t, we follow them punks
They cross that line, then bodies gettin’ dumped
Fast forward twenty-five years, and I grew up
N**ga talk s**t, don’t do s**t to him
Press that line and your string get pulled
Got a problem, bring it to him
Just don’t be so immature

I let it ring, you know that I mean
I don’t drink green, I need my cream
I just wanna cum on her, her face and her spleen
I just wanna let that b**ch, let that b**ch ring

When s**t get wrong, it can’t go right
Now I’ve been known to get s**t blown
Up out of proportion, bomb on site
Be careful with your body, put that on ice
I’m not gon’ tweet, I’m not gon’ type
Whatever you say, okay, alright
You pick your fate, you pay your price
Just know I do not play, alright, alright

Shoot you on sight, don’t blame it on Sprite
Don’t blame it on ice, don’t blame it on drank
I took a lil’ X, I f**k on my ex
I did a lil’ wrong, I’m makin’ it right
Where did he go He ran out back
He must’ve ran track, I splat his back
I got war wounds under my tats
I got a few bloods, they all say, Slatt
I got a few crips, they all on Old Nat

I bust on her lips, but not her back
That’s not my b**ch, that’s not my nat
I’m just her pimp, I’m not her dad
The cops pulled me over, they smelled my thrax
It’s not my gat, but them my racks
And them my Louis and them my slacks
And this my car and that’s my b**ch

Ain’t none of my concern, keep me outta that s**t
N**ga all on my diсk, tryna follow my b**ch
If I catch him in Vegas, I’ma catch a new case
Fifty n**gas with you, I’ma be in your face
N**ga thinkin’ s**t a game, bet his ass get stabbed
Nineteen in the clip, let his ass get half
Best case scenario, get your ass kicked, man
Worst case, end up in a plastic bag
With no order, there is chaos, never let ’em handle, n**ga
Motherf**kin’ player, I do it like an Atlanta n**ga
You do that s**t for IG and the f**kin’ camera
You won’t be happy ’til someone teach you some f**kin’ manners

When s**t get wrong, it can’t go right
Now I’ve been known to get s**t blown
Up out of proportion, bomb on site
Be careful with your body, put that on ice
I’m not gon’ tweet, I’m not gon’ type
Whatever you say, okay, alright
You pick your fate, you pay your price
Just know I do not play, alright, alright

I let it ring, you know that I mean
I don’t drink green, I need my cream
I just wanna cum on her, her face and her spleen
I just wanna let that b**ch, let that b**ch ring

You know what the f**k going on with us, man…

➤ Written by T.I. & Young Thug
Produced by ChopsquadDJ & DY Krazy
T.I. | Young Thug | 2020

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