Bituation lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
You know
I went and got me three of those motherf*ckers (Blocks)
Then call me 125, you know what I'm sayin'?
I really wanna get Wicked but I'm through with the thuggin'

[Chorus: Young Thug]
What's the situation? Where the bituation?
What's the bituation? Where the bituation
What's the situation? Where the situation?
Where the bituation? Where the bituation?
Racks on me, these a bituation
Money on me, that's a bituation
Pesos on me, this a bituation
No more lean, that's a scary bituation
Eight and a half (What?), the eight and a half
These sticks like what? Eight and a half
These bullets like what? Eight and a half
My shoe size, eight and a half
b*tches stacked up like eight and a half
Midgets stacked up like eight and a half
Yeah, yeah, eight and a half

[Verse 1: MPA Wicced]
What's the f*ckin' situation?
Rockin' Marc Jacobs, no laces
With a bad b*tch, she's a Asian
She so pretty with her f*ckin' braces
Damn, her head game so amazing
That's why my b*tch, she stay in the latest
His and her California 'Rari
Crank 'em up, baby, let's go and race it
Blue hundreds on me like I was Chase
Flashin' watches up your pus*y rate
Too many hundreds, I can't calculate
You get on my nerves, you can't have that, bae
I only f*ck, I don't do dinner dates
Too busy runnin' in the rack race
It's Ferragamo, you cheapskate
b*tch, my name hold heavy weight
'Member choppin', came up on the plate
Now I'm in Italy eatin' cheesecake
I ain't gotta sell no dope no more
My brother Thugga let me through the door
They say they ain't mad but it'll show
I bought the Phantom, drive it open door
My b*tch hold a umbrella
sh*t, I'm just bein' a as*h*le, huh
[Chorus: Young Thug]
What's the situation? Where the bituation?
What's the bituation? Where the bituation
What's the situation? Where the situation?
Where the bituation? Where the bituation?
Racks on me, these a bituation
Money on me, that's a bituation
Pesos on me, this a bituation
No more lean, that's a scary bituation
Eight and a half (What?), the eight and a half
These sticks like what? Eight and a half
These bullets like what? Eight and a half
My shoe size, eight and a half
b*tches stacked up like eight and a half
Midgets stacked up like eight and a half
Yeah, yeah, eight and a half

[Verse 2: Block 125]
All the pump fakin', n*gga, what's the situation?
On the Ave with a n*gga, call it Lil Haiti
Really sellin' bricks, got the b*tch goin' brazy
Free Black, real n*gga, what's the situation?
Got bricks on me right now sittin' waitin'
Six figures will turn into a safe
F.N. hit a n*gga broad day
For a nine they don't play
In your mama driveway
Took a couple n*ggas out
In your mama driveway
Gettin' off that salt
On my neck, got a house
On my wrist, got bricks
In the trenches with this sh*t
And my n*gga been rich
Hoppin' out with the sticks
On that dope boy sh*t
Brand new Presi' Rollie
And I flooded that b*tch
Came up sellin' reggie
Now I control these bricks
Came up sellin' reggie
'Til I caught my first lick
[Chorus: Young Thug]
What's the situation? Where the bituation?
What's the bituation? Where the bituation
What's the situation? Where the situation?
Where the bituation? Where the bituation?
Racks on me, these a bituation
Money on me, that's a bituation
Pesos on me, this a bituation
No more lean, that's a scary bituation
Eight and a half (What?), the eight and a half
These sticks like what? Eight and a half
These bullets like what? Eight and a half
My shoe size, eight and a half
b*tches stacked up like eight and a half
Midgets stacked up like eight and a half
Yeah, yeah, eight and a half

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Give me that pus*y
I want the pus*y, I want the pus*y
I got skinny jeans on with a automatic filled up with bullets
Rappin' ass n*ggas on the trap with these trappin' ass n*ggas
Laced up blunts, got my hair to the back
If you not a slime, you're whack
And the MAC, know he clap at these n*ggas
Two guns up, n*gga, Eastside
I don't know DMX, but I'ma ride
Racks in my pocket, got my legs tired
Shoot your hand, make it bleed, let your leg rise
If the n*gga might tell, better let 'em out
If a pus*y n*gga slip then I let 'em slide
If he catch you down bad he gon' try to kill you
Yeah, he shootin' above your thighs, n*gga
I want a forty-four birdies (What?)
I don't like po-po so I'm worthy
Wicced my dog, like Courage (Woo)
Put em on, A$AP, no Fergie
I'm like uh, uh, uh, uh, don't get discouraged
Let that F.N. do surgery
Young Thug a nurse
[Chorus: Young Thug]
What's the situation? Where the bituation?
What's the bituation? Where the bituation
What's the situation? Where the situation?
Where the bituation? Where the bituation?
Racks on me, these a bituation
Money on me, that's a bituation
Pesos on me, this a bituation
No more lean, that's a scary bituation
Eight and a half (What?), the eight and a half
These sticks like what? Eight and a half
These bullets like what? Eight and a half
My shoe size, eight and a half
b*tches stacked up like eight and a half
Midgets stacked up like eight and a half
Yeah, yeah, eight and a half