[Intro: Young Thug]
Wassup y'all motherf*ckers
Who you rockin with
Gang, HP gang, Crip gang
b*tch
We got London On Da Track!
Quando Rondo n*gga
[Hook: Young Thug]
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
You ain't got enough guns betta get em up (Nahhh)
Run up on a f*ck n*gga give it up (Grrr)
n*gga want beef we'll fill him up (Boom boom)
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
Young n*gga really don't give a f*ck (Nahhh)
Play with us, n*gga you know you get shot up
YSL sh*t, you know we don't play. (Suu Whoop)
We got you motherf*ckers on the Choppa
Yo ass go down, don't f*ck with me
[Verse 1: Quando Rondo]
My baby momma telling me the fame getting to your head
f*ck that sh*t I been trapping all my life I'm thankful I ain't in the Feds
Bc my brothers we breaking bread
He go against us off with his head
She wanna back it up on a real one
She wanna shake that ass for a real one
That n*gga take trash ion feel em
I bag em up and then I vacuum seal em
b*tches be telling me I'm they favorite rapper
Street n*ggas tell me I'm they favorite trapper
f*cked up a grow cuz i was on the road
Now my trap house conflicted with the shows
Cooled down on swiping n*ggas made it hot
I done hit every ATM they got
I turned my condo into a dispensary
Clientele steady hitting me
Lil b*tches blowing up my line they tryna keep in touch they tryna come visit me
I remember it so vividly on the Greyhound with a 100 peas
I'm just so lucky they ain't bring the dogs out
Hid a 100 gs in the dog house
My neighbors suspicious they know imma plug
It's time to move cuz they talking to much
I'm tryna keep this sh*t very discrete
Can't have my buiness all over the streets
Play with me I'll leave you dead in the streets
[Hook: Young Thug]
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
You ain't got enough guns betta get em up (Nahhh)
Run up on a f*ck n*gga give it up (Grrr)
n*gga want beef we'll fill him up (Boom boom)
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
Young n*gga really don't give a f*ck (Nahhh)
Play with us, n*gga you know you get shot up
YSL sh*t, you know we don't play. (Suu Whoop)
We got you motherf*ckers on the Choppa
Yo ass go down, don't f*ck with me
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Pour up a four of that Actavis (yeah)
Lean like my mothaf*ckin' granny did (woo)
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz (ayy)
I stack it up now I'm just better livin' (cash)
Got screws in my mouth, I'm just preppin' it (hah)
I'm f*cking this cash, I’m not celibate (hah)
I'm packin' it up like a reverend (whoa)
I need all this cash, I got hella kids (woo)
I'ma play dumb and get left in the middle (yeah, yeah)
Back the f*ck up, you too little (whoa, whoa)
Hit 'em with three like I'm Miller (yeah, yeah)
I don't talk to no man in the middle (uh-uh)
[Hook: Young Thug]
Play with us, n*gga you know you get shot up
YSL sh*t, you know we don't play. (Suu Whoop)
We got you motherf*ckers on the Choppa
Yo ass go down, don't f*ck with me
[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
I got cash and they mad I pull up in that jag
My shoe red your boo mad cause I'm sh*tting on they ass
I got cash I pop tags rob me pop your ass
I stay flee I'm the man video on demand
Stripper b*tches, fat ass, fire face, you that mad
Smoking dope that gas, savager hammertime
Calling up Jason Nine straight A down the drive
Thick b*tches down to ride that's why they mad at me
10 di*ks to meet the president now
Gotta do the whole squad to be the sh*t now
I gotta deal thinking I'm the sh*t now
I'll never change never wife a b*tch now
[Hook: Young Thug]
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
You ain't got enough guns betta get em up (Nahhh)
Run up on a f*ck n*gga give it up (Grrr)
n*gga want beef we'll fill him up (Boom boom)
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
Young n*gga really don't give a f*ck (Nahhh)
Play with us, n*gga you know you get shot up
YSL sh*t, you know we don't play. (Suu Whoop)
We got you motherf*ckers on the Choppa
Yo ass go down, don't f*ck with me