Gucci Mane & Young Thug You the Best (feat. YSL) Lyrics Gucci Mane & Young Thug lyrics

You the best, you the best, yeah
Tell you to…foreign clothes
Leaning, you all in lace
Real gold got me looking like I'm from the ace
Oh, God, oh, God, you the best

That butt sit here like a broken thumb
Got…these hoes take me down
Wanna sue my businesses
…let bygones be bygones
What you tryna be? What you tryna see?
A thug packing that python
On the phone, I get home…chromes
No, that girl got your tone
You know she in for some
And every time I see her I wish my old lady could be her
And it ain't no getting away but she is my mamacita

You the best, you the best, yeah
Tell you to…foreign clothes
Leaning, you all in lace
Real gold got me looking like I'm from the ace

Oh, God, oh, God, you the best

Double cup, love shorty in a lean on
Baby, you the best, yeah, girl, you know
…I make it rain on you, baby, hood rich
I need more talk, where's my toothpaste?
No, this is not a syrup, this a movie
And your man home, yeah, she hardly do me
Baby girl, I promise I won't leave you
Baby girl, I swear I wanna abuse you
It's like I'm gonna keep it 100
Girl, you ain't gotta ask for nothing

You the best, you the best, yeah
Tell you to…foreign clothes
Leaning, you all in lace
Real gold got me looking like I'm from the ace
Oh, God, oh, God, you the best