Metro Boomin - Who lyrics

[Intro: Future] Foreign cars everywhere Bad b**hes everywhere, take the tool everywhere We make this money everywhere Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere These n***as straight outta the hood They goin' to Paris That whip that we whippin' exotic These b**hes exotic on gas [Hook: Young Thug] Pull up and hop out a foreign car And I'm gettin' trailed by a foreign broad I'm livin' life like an Avatar I got a stick when I pull up on y'all Who the f** think I'm a s**a? Who the f** think I won't pull up and let loose? I got three b**hes with me I'ma pull up on Bleveland, they gon' f** the crew Who gonna stop me now? Who's gonna stop me now? Who's gonna stop me, boy? Who? I can't get all of you, somebody come with me Just in case you can tie shoes How many times have I told you If you don't f** everyone that'll be rude? How many times have I told you To bring me me bags and you could be cool [Verse 1: Future] Check gang Let's have a moment of silence for n***as ain't 'round with us Doin' bookin', come through Splash on n***as, on the gas on n***as In Milan eatin' fettuccine Front row with the fashion show n***as f** around and go buy a Lamborghini I'm goin' NASCAR on n***as Puffin' on the la la I've been the fly guy when n***as rocked Izod I'm movin' chickens like Popeye Old money, new money n***a never gettin' old, threw a young n***a rock Cookin' up the raw dope right now Cookin' up the raw dope right now Used to break down a whole ounce I used to break down a whole ounce I gotta weigh the money up now It's takin' too long for me to count Decisions, decisions You f**in' with me, that's a head on collision Them MACs and them TECS and them FN's, them 9s We hustled, we struggled, we made it and grind n***a this Avatar Aye the Young Thug goin' brazy, Young Thug goin' brazy! [Verse 2: Young Thug] Hannah Montana! Bangin' in red bandanas, blatt, blatt! They wanna f** on me cause I keep choppas with ammo n***as gon' hate on me cause I'm at the top with bro though Oooh! Head honcho, hold up, kick in your mom door, shoot with the 4 4 Hell is you doin'? Hold up, wait, I can't breathe, n***a Half a mil' I done took on my street, n***a All white, Thug fit, I won't eat, n***a Ran off with them keys, I won't see them n***as Geeked up but the money geek I run bands up on another street Best stylist in the world can't dress me Keep a pistol just in case he wanna test me I keep racks and all of my n***as gon' eat I keep racks and all of my n***as gon' eat Where's Tar? Man I need me some Xans I just left the beach I'm having all of the sand [Hook: Young Thug] Pull up and hop out a foreign car And I'm gettin' trailed by a foreign broad I'm livin' life like an Avatar I got a stick when I pull up on y'all Who the f** think I'm a s**a? Who the f** think I won't pull up and let loose? I got three b**hes with me I'ma pull up on Bleveland, they gon' f** the crew Who gonna stop me now? Who's gonna stop me now? Who's gonna stop me, boy? Who? I can't get all of you, somebody come with me Just in case you can tie shoes How many times have I told you If you don't f** everyone that'll be rude? How many times have I told you To bring me me bags and you could be cool