[Intro: Young Thug]
T.I.P and Young Thugger, n***a
Yeah, you know Tip bangin' n***a
Ain't nothing changed but the bezels and the rings
Watches and the chains
[Verse 1: T.I]
Hey, your future my past, I shoot yo' ho a**
Just like a b**h, I will do yo' ho a**
My MAC-10 is in the galactic, we'll crack it
You looking for action, I'll Pluto your a**
Lookin' for some trouble, what it do n***a?
I don't really need but a few n***as
And for the most part, I'm a cool n***a
But I'll stomp a mud hole into you n***a
Check it, the ho sh** you kick, I'm not with it
You pull it over there, I'ma mind my business
But if you come in my yard, disregard my gangsta
Will I aim that banger? n***a find out, didn't he?
I put his a** in a box on timeout
For the wrong thought, blow a n***a mind out
You was talking all that sh**, now what you crying bout?
When it go down, I'm the wrong one to rhyme bout n***a
Say you did what? What you lying bout n***a?
I'm a front street n***a, you a wannabe n***a
Everybody know you don't want none of me n***a
Armageddon for you what it gonna be n***a
Hey, all I gotta do is make my plan
All the motherf**ing games, I don't play my man
If I slap his a** now in the mouth, bet next
Time I see him, p**y n***a try to shake my hand
Hook: Young [Thug]
Pull-up shooting out the avalanche
Every since I counted blue cheese, I ain't liking ranch, I done
Sold a hundred thousand bales of midgets like I got a plan, hey
Let me see your hands if you feel like you the man
I want war n***a
Pull up, pull up, pull up, I need war n***a
Shoot I need some war, hey
I swear to, I need the war
Hey, W-A-R
Verse 2: Young Thug & (T.I.)
Pull up in a car, two hundred stars
(What you shooting n***a?) AK, no handgun, uh
Man, goddamn, goddamn
Pullin' up in the Lamb, (doors up) co*k that b**h and go H.A.M
Damn, pull up to the spot, shoot a n***a ground
Damn, catch a n***a down bad rob him for they yams
Ooh, catch me on the block, Young Thug got grams
Ooh (Tell em bout it now shawty), Ooh Ooh
Who there? n***a got K's on K's on shooters
Hey, hey-hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey-hey-hey
[Hook]
[Outro: T.I]
I swear to f**ing god, man
Hey man, I'm ready
Hey look man, I'm ready to go on cash out
Hey man, n***a, diamonds to dog sh**
n***a, you don't get rich, n***a, next three years
n***a, I swear to God, n***a
You show me a ten-million dollar tax return
I'll give you ten million dollars man
Three years man! b**h a**