Who lyrics

by

Drake


[Intro: Future]
Foreign cars everywhere
Bad b*tches everywhere
Take the tool everywhere
We make this money everywhere
Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
These n*ggas straight outta the hood
They going to Paris
That whip that we whipping exotic
These b*tches exotic on gas

[Producer Tag]
Metro Boomin want some more n*gga

[Hook: Young Thug]
Pull up in, and hop out a foreign car
And I'm getting trailed by a foreign broad (oh)
I'm living life like an Avatar
I got a stick when I pull up on y'all (oh)
Who the f*ck think I'm a sucka?
Who the f*ck think I won't pull up and let loose?
(who the f*ck? who the f*ck?)
I got three b*tches with me
I'ma pull up on Bleveland, they gon' f*ck with the crew
(buenos dias aye)
Who gonna stop me now? Who's gonna stop me now?
Who's gonna stop me, boy? who? (woo)
I can't get all of you, somebody come with me
Just in case you can tie shoes (woo)
How many times have I told you
If you don't f*ck everyone that'll be rude? (rude)
How many times have i told you
To bring me me bags and you could be cool?

[Verse 1: Future]
Check Gang
Let's have a moment of silence for n*ggas
Ain't round with us (ha, ah, ah)
Doing booking, come through (hoo)
Splash on n*ggas, on the gas on n*ggas (yea)
In Milan eating fettuccine
Front row with the fashion show n*ggas (hoo)
f*ck around and go buy a Lamborghini (hoo, hoo, hoo)
I'm going NASCAR on n*ggas (hoo, hoo)
Puffing on the la la (yea)
I've been the fly guy when n*ggas rocked IZOD
I'm moving chickens like Popeye (oh)
Old money, new money
n*gga never getting old, threw a young n*gga rock (hoo)
Cooking up the raw dope right now
Cooking up the raw dope right now
Used to break down a whole ounce
Used to break down a whole ounce
I gotta weigh the money up now
It's taking too long for me to count
Decisions, decisions
You f*cking with me, that's a head on collision
Them MACS and them TECS and the FN's , then 9s (brr)
We hustled, we struggled, we made it and grind
n*gga this Avatar
Aye the Young Thug going Brazy
Young Thug going Brazy! (try me)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Hanna Montana! Banging in red bandanas (blatt, blatt)
They wanna f*ck on me
Cause I get choppas with ammo (strrt)
n*ggas gon' hate on me
Cause I'm at the top with bro though (ooh)
Head Honcho
Hold up
Kick in your mom door
Shoot with the 4 4 (five)
Hell is you doing?
Hold up, wait, I can't breathe, n*gga
Half a mil' I done took on my street n*gga (swear to god)
All white, Thug fit, I won't eat, n*gga (skrrt)
Run off with them keys, I won't see them n*ggas (skrrt)
Geeked up but the money geek
I run bands up on another street
Best stylist in the world can't dress me (no)
Keep a pistol just in case he wanna test me (test me)
I keep racks and all of my n*ggas gon' eat
I keep racks and all of my n*ggas gon' eat (eat)
Where's Tar? Man I need me some XANS
I just left the beach and I'm having all the sand (hey)

[Hook: Young Thug]
Pull up in, and hop out a foreign car
And I'm getting trailed by a foreign broad (oh)
I'm living life like an Avatar
I got a stick when I pull up on y'all (oh)
Who the f*ck think I'm a sucka?
Who the f*ck think I won't pull up and let loose?
(who the f*ck? who the f*ck?)
I got three b*tches with me
I'ma pull up on Bleveland, they gon' f*ck with the crew
(buenos dias aye)
Who gonna stop me now? Who's gonna stop me now?
Who's gonna stop me, boy? who? (woo)
I can't get all of you, somebody come with me
Just in case you can tie shoes (woo)
How many times have I told you
If you don't f*ck everyone that'll be rude? (rude)
How many times have i told you
To bring me me bags and you could be cool?

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