Young Thug - On Deck lyrics

Intro: Boosie Badazz] Boosie Badazz, I got mine On deck n***a, on deck n***a [Hook: Young Thug] I ain’t never love these b**hes Man you know I keep them things on deck (things on deck) Man I’m a hit my n***a Cause I know he keep them things on deck (you know them things on deck) My n***a we some anybody k**ers And we always keep them things on deck (got them things on deck) Man I’m a young rich n***a And you know I gotta keep them things on deck (got them things on deck) Young n***a got them things on deck Young n***a got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck) Young n***a got them things on deck Young n***a got them things on deck, deck, deck, deck (got them things on deck) Young n***a got them things on deck Young n***a keep them things on deck (got them things on deck) [Verse 1: Boosie Badazz] Got them things on deck, n***a that’s a bet If I say you getting wet, you can cash that check Make a n***a Chiraq your whole set I ain’t lost a street war yet, I’m a anybody k**er I’m a headshot, deadshot keep ’em weeping Don’t cross fish now cause we beefing n***a Got a pa** that make you not laugh n***as want my head bad, yeah so I sleep with pistols I don’t love these n***as, f** these n***as Walk up rah rah rah, crush these n***as Can’t run, can’t hide trust me n***a Got Yao Ming arms, I can touch you n***a Yo, red you already know It’s no pick and chooses they all got to go You want rap beef n***a, we can rap beef n***a Come see you perform and k** the whole show Who you playing with partna Ion think you know AR15 with a perfect scope Go hating a** b**hes now you got free front row n***a to my murder show I’m a young rich n***a who be wilding Every n***a ’round me got at least one body So don’t talk sh** cause this Glock part of my outfit On deck, on deck n***a [Hook] [Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] I chop ’em, I pop ’em, I stop ’em, I hit ’em, I drop ’em, he lay down it’s over My life familiar we lay low, we stay low, we end up not guilty we soldiers And them things on deck bet not f** with this chain on my neck that’s a don’t do Ain’t no if and buts if its up there with you when I see ya, I’m gon’ shot With the P for toting the pistol, ride around tripping then load the whip Me and Lil Bleek in separate cars looking for them boys with seven [?] We strap we ain’t just acting hard, real this ain’t no camouflage Whole feet clean I got fancy cars, whole feet clean I got cla**y broads I keep the ratchet broads and I slang it like I’m John Wayne Certified and untamed and I’m blunt mane, Ion wanna f** with a n***a who f** with a n***a who uh Scuff a n***a, eye for an eye like them Russians n***a In my hood they ain’t talking ’bout none my n***a but who can k** the most for the summer n***a, on deck n***a [Hook]