OG Boo Dirty - Yeah Yeah (1017 Thug) lyrics

[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] 36 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