Homie lyrics

by

Young Stoner Life


[Intro: Young Thug]
Uh, uh
DJ Carnage times Thugger, you know what I'm sayin'?
Thugger times DJ Carnage, you know what I'm sayin'?
You know what I'm sayin' n*gga?
Ya dig? Ya dig?

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't even pour it up
We pullin' up foreign, we walk through the club and the b*tches they knowin' us
This for them n*ggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss'
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
Player, oh you the homie
If you didn't tell then you the homie
If you got bail, then you the homie
If you not stale, then you the homie
Grew up with criminals, scandalous
Rockin' Chanel, then you the b*tch
I got me a Birkin like I'm a b*tch
These n*ggas they tellin', they counterfeit

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Put that f*ckboy on the newspaper
In the sea with some tons strapped to his ankles
f*ck n*gga, try me at any angle
I'ma shoot him and turn him into an angel
Boy, you gon' turn him into an angel?
f*ck yeah, turn him to an angel
Don't come around with the anger
You know everybody having bangers
If a pus*y n*gga play with me
Swear to god Kirk Franklin can't save him
I can get you whacked real easy
You are not a Power Ranger, you a stranger
pus*y n*gga you're no danger
Gangster b*tch with me, she'll spank ya
Swear to God all I gotta do is point one finger
She'll close range ya, hah
Drinkin' 'Tussin', n*gga slow it down
R.I.P. to Troup, pour it out
They want me dead but I can't ever die
They livin' false, but I can never lie
Mob baby, baby I got ties
I want chicken wings on the side
You got higher dreams when you fly
Until then you're never near the sky
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't even pour it up
We pullin' up foreign, we walk through the club and the b*tches they knowin' us
This for them n*ggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss'
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
Player, oh you the homie
If you didn't tell then you the homie
If you got bail, then you the homie
If you not stale, then you the homie
Grew up with criminals, scandalous
Rockin' Chanel, then you the b*tch
I got me a Birkin like I'm a b*tch
These n*ggas they tellin', they counterfeit

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
You was the plug, then you the homie
You never tell, then you the homie
You know it's nothin' but shooters on me
Them n*ggas know and never movin' on me
I keep a Mac in the Louis bag
Look like I got a computer on me
I'ma get back at your stupid ass
We gon' whack you to better the sooner homie
I be f*ckin' your Wednesday crush
I'm with that b*tch and she droolin' on me
All of that sh*t be made up
I'm poppin' and they makin' up rumors on me
She gon' jump on this di*k 'n manuever on me
I'ma cut her a check and she gon' do it for me
Even though my lil' b*tches be used to money
Just like Jay and Bey daughter
I blew the money n*gga, woah
[Bridge: Young Thug]
I’m trying to dodge all that rainy weather
This a eight passeng' jet, this is not propeller
I'm a big dawg, got my dawgs with me, German Sheppard, uh
Yeah I'm rich, kid, but I'm so ready to Bobby, Whitney
Can't let you go outside, I just cannot let you dig it

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't even pour it up
We pullin' up foreign, we walk through the club and the b*tches they knowin' us
This for them n*ggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss'
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin' up
Player, oh you the homie
If you didn't tell then you the homie
If you got bail, then you the homie
If you not stale, then you the homie
Grew up with criminals, scandalous
Rockin' Chanel, then you the b*tch
I got me a Birkin like I'm a b*tch
These n*ggas they tellin', they counterfeit

[Outro: Young Thug]
Yeah, I got a motherf*ckin' ten thousand dollar toe ring on, know what I'm sayin'?
With some motherf*ckin' Giuseppe sandals on, b*tch
Know what I'm sayin', with my tattoos on my toes too, by the way, know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, and I got blue cheese on me, all hundreds
Blue cheese, no ranch
How you dig that, know what I'm sayin'
Yeah I dig that with a golden shovel on another level
With a iced out AP times a Rollie bezel
It's YSL slime sh*t
You gotta stay ready to keep from gettin' ready, you understand what I'm sayin'?
Yeah man, when the bread ready, call yo I'ma take it
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