Yeah, Yeah (1017 Thug) lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug, DJ Scream & DJ tags]
(Hoodrich)
Young Thug!
(Nard & B)
My n*gga, you know we both came from nothing (Trenchwerx)
We fed the streets three years straight (Nard & B)
It's about that time (Trenchwerx)
DJ Scream, DJ Swamp Izzo (Nard & B)
(Swamp—Swamp—Izzo—Izzo!)
1017 Thug!
(DJ Scream heavy in the streets!)
Ahh! Go

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got a half bird in my M2
Ya'll n*gga flexing, ya'll n*gga fools (Yeah)
Hundred K on her, hundred K on me (Woo)
Got shiny shoes, got shiny jewels (Woo, woo, woo)
Ain't nothing blue, they red clues (Woo)
They at you, and they next, too
They'll press you, they'll press you
They'll c*ck back, they depressed, too
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (They—They—)
Yeah, yeah (They'll press you, they'll press you)
Yeah, yeah (They'll c*ck back, they depressed, too)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (They—They—)
Yeah, yeah (They'll press you, they'll press you)
Yeah, yeah (They'll c*ck back, they depressed, too)
[Verse 1: Young Thug & DJ tags]
(Hoodrich!) Thirty-six for a brick, too legit to quit
Michael Vick (What), all my dogs, yeah, they with the sh*t
Catch a point, shake him up like a hit stick (Woo)
Your b*tch is on my dogs like a f*cking tick (Woo, skrrt, skrrt)
Straight up out that bowl with my f*cking wrist (Woo, woo)
I ain't going to jail, so I gotta hit (Fire, fire, fire)
Ain't shoot him in his ass, but I'mma bust his sh*t (Rah, rah)
I ain't 3hunna, but I'm Sosa, b*tch (Bossman)
My partner got the plug, he servin' everyday
Real ice inside my wrist, you can just skate away (Skate away)
Stay hot, you think I live outside the equator, bae (I stay hot)
Don't play because them sticks sound like these 808s (Rah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got a half bird in my M2
Ya'll n*gga flexing, y'all n*gga fools (Yeah)
Hundred K on her, hundred K on me (Woo)
Got shiny shoes, got shiny jewels (Woo, woo, woo)
Ain't nothing blue, they red clues
They at you, and they next, too
They'll press you, they'll press you
They'll c*ck back, they depressed, too
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (They—They—)
Yeah, yeah (They'll press you, they'll press you)
Yeah, yeah (They'll c*ck back, they depressed, too)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (They—They—)
Yeah, yeah (They'll press you, they'll press you)
Yeah, yeah (They'll c*ck back, they depressed, too)
[Verse 2: OG Boo Dirty]
I'm flamed up, my block hot (Woo)
Hundred bands in a shoebox
Still no gang, keep a Glock c*cked (Oh)
Spit more fire than a matchbox
Full cup of that Actavis
Ye—Yellow diamond like I'm dripping p*ss (Yeah)
Call me H-boogie, you know I move bricks
Thug right beside me, call him Money Mitch
I'm a Memphis n*gga, hard on a b*tch (Holla)
All my life I been breaking tricks (Holla)
With the mob squad I might spaz out
See too much cash I might crash out (Yeah)
Walk in the club, iced out (Woo)
Neck and wrist, lighthouse (Yeah)
Y'all know my life 'bout
Rich n*gga, walking stash house
Ba—Balling like Jerry Stackhouse (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
Bad b*tch with me, hit the room and knock her back out (Back out)
Crusing through the city (City), me and Double D (Double D)
Just made a hundred thousand selling pints of G (OG)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got a half bird in my M2
Ya'll n*gga flexing, y'all n*gga fools (Yeah)
Hundred K on her, hundred K on me (Woo)
Got shiny shoes, got shiny jewels (Woo, woo, woo)
Ain't nothing blue, they red clues
They at you, and they next, too
They'll press you, they'll press you
They'll c*ck back, they depressed, too
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (They—They—)
Yeah, yeah (They'll press you, they'll press you)
Yeah, yeah (They'll c*ck back, they depressed, too)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (They—They—)
Yeah, yeah (They'll press you, they'll press you)
Yeah, yeah (They'll c*ck back, they depressed, too, Young Heavy, n*gga)
[Verse 3: Heavy]
Everything I do, yeah, I do it to make a profit (Profit)
Me and Money Mitch got your b*tch right here menage-ing (Menage-ing)
Me and Bo jugg just to count them free dollars (Them free dollars)
Duke, he going crazy, love to shoot that damn chopper
He run the mob, b*tch, BMG, we taking off (We taking off)
Salute to real n*ggas who done made theyself a boss (Made theyself a boss)
He say his main b*tch—I just had her at the loft
We both was on that molly, she was licking like a dog (Woo)
Ayy, that there irrelevant (Relevant)
I'm a paper chaser, motherf*ck a b*tch (f*ck a b*tch)
I'm cooling with my youngins on some hood sh*t (Hood sh*t)
I'm so f*ckin' hood, I need a hood b*tch (Rah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got a half bird in my M2
Ya'll n*gga flexing, y'all n*gga fools (Yeah)
Hundred K on her, hundred K on me (Woo)
Got shiny shoes, got shiny jewels (Woo, woo, woo)
Ain't nothing blue, they red clues
They at you, and they next, too
They'll press you, they'll press you
They'll c*ck back, they depressed, too
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (They—They—)
Yeah, yeah (They'll press you, they'll press you)
Yeah, yeah (They'll c*ck back, they depressed, too)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (They—They—)
Yeah, yeah (They'll press you, they'll press you)
Yeah, yeah (They'll c*ck back, they depressed, too)