[Intro: Young Thug]
Pour that sh** up fool, the sauce - monster!
Man so you ain't gonna pour?
Oh so you're gonna make a n***a beg you to pour? Okay bool
You dig
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Hopped out my mothaf**in' bed
Hopped in the mothaf**in' coupe (SKRRRRR)
Pulled up on the Birdman (BRRRRR)
I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a mobster
You got 50 whole bands, you'll be my sponsor (just for the night)
Them snakes on the plane, me and Kanye-conda (condas)
Yeeeah...
I might piece him up and let my partner smoke him
Chuck-E-Cheese him up, I pizza him, I roll him
I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I poke
Right now I'm surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia
I heard I put it in the spot, yessir she told me
My n***as muggin', these n***as YSL only
I heard my Nolia n***as not friendly, like no way
But we not friendly either, you know it
Yeah thumbs up
I've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course
My b**h a tall blooded horse, n***a, bronco
And if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us
You got a body, lil n***a, we got a ton of 'em
You got some Robin's, lil n***a, we got some Batmans
I let that choppa go "blocka, blocka," get back, son
You got them MJs, n***a, I got them Jacksons (racks)
[Hook: Young Thug]
But really what is it to do
When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?
p**y n***as hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you
Meanwhile the f**in' federal baitin' on you
n***a tell me what you do
Would you stand up or would you turn to a p**y n***a?
I got a hundred things to do
And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' f**in' figures
[Verse 2: Birdman]
Yeah, I'm from that mothaf**in' 'Nolia, n***a
Birdman'll break a n***a nose, lil' n***a
You need to slow your f**in' roll, lil' n***a
We created Ks on shoulders, n***a
I'm a scary f**in' sight, lil' n***a
We won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' n***a
A hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' n***a
I keep some AKs on my flights, lil' n***a
Birdman Willie B
Smoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese
Hundred K on private flights overseas
Choppas City n***a, free BG
Bentley with the doors all 'round, not a Jeep
Rich n***a sh**, smoke two pounds in a week
Can't find a b**h that don't know we them streets
b**hes know that I am Birdman, that's OG
[Hook: Young Thug]
But really what is it to do
When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?
p**y n***as hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you
Meanwhile the f**in' federal baitin' on you
n***a tell me what you do
Would you stand up or would you turn to a p**y n***a?
I got a hundred things to do
And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' f**in' figures
[Verse 3: Young Thug]
n***a I'm a crack addict
Thought about lettin' them get a cut, then I went and snagged at it
The new Boosie Badazz at it
I'ma drop a n***a life, just like a bad habit
I stick to the ground like a mothaf**in' rug
I'm a big dog, lil' f** n***a you a pup
Lil' b**h clean your drawers before you think you're a thug
Before I be in front your shows, just like your pub
I ain't even lyin', baby
I swear to God I ain't lyin', baby, nooo
First I'll screw you without these pliers, baby
I might dap you like, "good try, baby"
Big B livin', baby
Them boys on my left throwin' up Cs
I promise their mama see them this week
And I don't break promises with my Ds (them my dogs)
I want Ms and cheese, mister Mickey Ds
She know I am a beast, I am so obese
In Miami I swear they don't got good weed
Wiz Khalifa can you send me some weed please?
[Outro: Birdman]
Yeah, overseas, n***a, top floor, clear windows, n***a
Gla** house, drankin' GT, you understand?
We in that Red Light District, you understand?
3 and 1, that mean 3 on me, n***a, you understand me?
Just livin' the life, boy, aye Thug, just a dollar for a 1, n***a
We can blow a mil', boy. Rich Gang, YSL, blatt!