Steve Samson - Hyenas lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Turn up with Lil Yachty Thugger, Thugger, baby Trouble Man, aka T.I.P., yeah Bankroll Mafia, YSL, Lil Duke, slat R.I.P. to Troupe [Verse 1: Young Thug] You better run, we gon' come for you My IV is red like thermometers I f** on that b**h like a p**n star Hit me up when I'm on tour I'ma unlock the card if you want it We gon' f** on that day that you bought it These lil' n***as not eatin', they boney Her best friend got her goin' and goin' [Hook: Young Thug] I'm in a foreign car, she in another car I pull up to the job, I walk in her job And cum in her jaw like shotta Se pasa en mi casa Ain't lookin' over, I'm leanin' over Your b**h want it, she fienin', homie I got stripes like a zebra, homie I'm laughin' like a hyena, homie [Verse 2: T.I.] I don't know where you get your facts at, n***a But you come in half-a**ed, I'ma max that n***a Catch his a** in my hood, I'ma tax that n***a If he run, give you ten if you catch that n***a You know you don't really want my crew to attack, n***a I'll fire ya a** up, you can ask that n***a Nah, I bet you'd rather at that n***a Beefin' all on Instagram and Snapchat with him Just yesterday I was a young crack dealer When the trap was slow I put it on the fast track, n***a Aimed for eight figures, shot past that, n***a Set the world on fire, where your match at, n***a? A.K.O.O. and Hustle Gang did thirty somethin' million Another seven off of television, put that with it Now can you match that, n***a? And we ain't even talkin' 'bout my rap track, n***a I'm paid, fresh out the bank I make that lil' money look less than you think Yeah you think you got more, ain't as much as you think When you see that I am everything that you ain't Like a stand-up guy and a real n***a s**a a** n***a, don't deal with him I had a bunch of solid n***as standin' with me in the trap Eighteen years later and I'm still with 'em [Hook: Young Thug] I'm in a foreign car, she in another car I pull up to the job, I walk in her job And cum in her jaw like shotta Se pasa en mi casa Ain't lookin' over, I'm leanin' over Your b**h want it, she fienin', homie I got stripes like a zebra, homie I'm laughin' like a hyena, homie [Verse 3: MPA Duke] I love all my n***as, I ride for my homies They keep it one hunnid, can't lie to my homies Eatin' no turkey now, no b-bologna Still gainin' weight and we 'bout to go tourin' We really rich n***as, we hop in the foreign n***a you play and get shot by the mornin' Blat-blat-blat-blat-blat-blat-blat Spray a whole hundred shots with no warnin' Bales and them scales, before rap I was rich Still hit them blocks, all up in the dead end This a cold world, I've lost so many friends So many fakes, I don't want no more friends Stack all this money and count all the yams Used to move weight and ain't talkin' 'bout no gym Rubber band racks by the ten now Used to be broke, went from bucket to Benz [Hook: Young Thug] I'm in a foreign car, she in another car I pull up to the job, I walk in her job And cum in her jaw like shotta Se pasa en mi casa Ain't lookin' over, I'm leanin' over Your b**h want it, she fienin', homie I got stripes like a zebra, homie I'm laughin' like a hyena, homie [Verse 4: Lil Yachty] Spent the weight on my chain Don't you dare speak on my name I'm the same n***a, ain't sh** changed Never gave a f** what a p**y n***a think No we are not the same, stay in your lane These n***as leasin' their rings, it ain't what you think This n***as actin' like they're so hard Make a p**y n***a park my car All these p**y n***as try to sound like me sh**, they won't get too far Lil' Boat [Verse 5: Shad da God] Ooh, mil', hundo Yellow, purp, red drank though Pull up on the set with a b**h so bad Every n***a want her back though My name known in the hood Like a mothaf**in' stop on a back door I don't even need no Bankroll You could get wet for the zero Aww yeah, yeah, yeah Bankroll my Mafia I put on that gold like Gaddafi, yeah I ride 'round, I'm juugin' at 9 a.m., god! Bankroll my Mafia Bankroll my Mafia [Hook: Young Thug] I'm in a foreign car, she in another car I pull up to the job, I walk in her job And cum in her jaw like shotta Se pasa en mi casa Ain't lookin' over, I'm leanin' over Your b**h want it, she fienin', homie I got stripes like a zebra, homie I'm laughin' like a hyena, homie