[Produced by: Nard & B]
[Hook: Young Thug]
I got a half bird in my M2
Ya'll n***a flexing, ya'll n***a fool
Hundred k on her, hundred k on me
Got shiny shoes, got shiny j**els
Ain't nothing blue, they red clues
They at you, and they next too
They'll press you, they'll press you
They'll co*k back, they depressed too
They'll press you, they'll press you
They'll co*k back, they depressed too
They'll press you, they'll press you
They'll co*k back, they depressed too
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
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For a brick, too legit to quit
Michael Vick, all my dogs yeah they with the sh**
Catch a point, shake him up like a hit stick
Your b**h is... on my dogs like a f**ing tick
(Skrrt, skrrt) Straight up out that bowl with my f**ing wrist
I ain't going to jail, so I gotta hit
Ain't shoot him in his a**, but I'mma bust his sh**
I ain't 3hunna, but I'm Sosa b**h
My patna got the plug, he serve him everyday
Real ice inside my wrist, you can just skate away
Stay hot you think I live outside the equator bae
Don't play because them sticks sound like these 808s
[Hook: Young Thug]
I got a half bird in my M2
Ya'll n***a flexing, ya'll n***a fool
Hundred k on her, hundred k on me
Got shiny shoes, got shiny j**els
Ain't nothing blue, they red clues
They at you, and they next too
They'll press you, they'll press you
They'll co*k back, they depressed too
They'll press you, they'll press you
They'll co*k back, they depressed too
They'll press you, they'll press you
They'll co*k back, they depressed too
[Verse 2: OG Boo Dirty]
I'm flamed up, my block hot
Hundred bands in a shoebox
Still no gang, keep a Glock co*ked
Spit more fire than a matchbox
Full cup of that Actavis
Yellow diamond like I'm dripping piss
Call me H-boogie, you know I move bricks
Thug right beside me, call him Money Mitch
I'm a Memphis n***a, hard on a b**h
All my life I been breaking tricks
With the mob squad I might spaz out
See too much cash I might crash out
Walk in the club, iced out
Neck and wrist, lighthouse
Ya'll know my life about
Rich n***a, walking stash house
Balling like Jerry Stackhouse
Bad b**h with me, hit the room and knock her back out
Crusing through the city, me and Double D
Just made a hundred thousand
Selling pints of G
[Hook: Young Thug]
I got a half bird in my M2
Ya'll n***a flexing, ya'll n***a fool
Hundred k on her, hundred k on me
Got shiny shoes, got shiny j**els
Ain't nothing blue, they red clues
They at you, and they next too
They'll press you, they'll press you
They'll co*k back, they depressed too
They'll press you, they'll press you
They'll co*k back, they depressed too
They'll press you, they'll press you
They'll co*k back, they depressed too
[Verse 3: Heavy]
Everything I do, yeah I do it to make a profit
Me and Money Mitch got your b**h right here menage-ing
Me and Bo jug just to count them free dollars
(?) going crazy, love to shoot that damn chopper
He run the mob, b**h, BMG we taking off
Salute to real n***as who done made theyself a boss
He say that main b**h I just had her at the loft
Boss was on that molly, she was licking like a dog
Ay, that there irrelevant
I'mma paper chaser motherf** a b**h
I'm cooling with my youngins on some hood sh**
I'm so f**in' hood, I need a hood b**h
[Hook: Young Thug]
I got a half bird in my M2
Ya'll n***a flexing, ya'll n***a fool
Hundred k on her, hundred k on me
Got shiny shoes, got shiny j**els
Ain't nothing blue, they red clues
They at you, and they next too
They'll press you, they'll press you
They'll co*k back, they depressed too
They'll press you, they'll press you
They'll co*k back, they depressed too
They'll press you, they'll press you
They'll co*k back, they depressed too