Hell You Talking Bout? lyrics

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I ain't playing no way, I got bands (hell you talking about)
No Shawty lo I'm the man (hell you talking about)
Them bricks right here wrapped in saran (hell you talking about)
Hundred bands my motherf*cking pants (hell you talking about)
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout
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Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout
Hell you talking bout

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
You ain't talking about nothing, got a whole lot of birds
He ain't got that thing, he a mahf*cking nerd
He a mahf*ckin toilet, i’m a mahf*ckin turd?
I'ma cash out on your b*tch and she'll mahf*cking slurp
Put my di*k inside your drawers I'm all on
I'm a kush rushing working dog
Let my [?] tear down her wall
I'm a goddamn motherf*cking boss
I got goddamn motherf*cking sauce
She ain't not goddamn motherf*cking shark
But she got goddamn motherf*cking jaws
Alphabetical order, I got hoes in alphabetical order
I ain't scream but I got to slaughter her
And if the b*tch bad I might daughter her, you dig
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I ain't playing no way, I got bands (hell you talking about)
No Shawty lo I'm the man (hell you talking about)
Them bricks right here wrapped in saran (hell you talking about)
Hundred bands my motherf*cking pants (hell you talking about)
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout
Hell you talking bout


[Verse 2: Peewee Longway]
OG gas bag I'm loaded down in cash
TIP trying to whip some forgis got them showing my ass
Two hundred on my dash I smash
Baby say she want cash for this
You ain't talking about nothing baby Longway'll pass
I'm the man in my town biting down like I'm Bobby Brown
I'm Molly Santana Brown, forty pointers in my rollie
Like Patrick Swayze there's a round
Tip toes I'll stay down
I ain't f*cking around with your ass
Two guns I'm doubled down put the F&N on your ass
If you still talking about friendship I ain't f*cking around
All that useless sh*t you a rooster now the hen around
No I don't want to hit that I smoking out the pound
Nah girl I don't want to hit that you a nat-nat now
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I ain't playing no way, I got bands (hell you talking about)
No Shawty lo I'm the man (hell you talking about)
Them bricks right here wrapped in saran (hell you talking about)
Hundred bands my motherf*cking pants (hell you talking about)
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout
Hell you talking bout


[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Talking about pounds and bricks, Huh I speak no English
Talking about cooking and wrapping and flipping them chickens my n*gga you trippin'
n*gga we all know you snitching
Thinking you gon' catch me slipping
I post on the block I'm selling the rock
I see the feds I'm jumping the fences
Back to the trap thinking like damn what the f*ck these n*ggas plotting
I feel the trap spot is hot I look out the window I knew these n*ggas plotting
Helicopter's on top, SWATs around my house
No Young Joc but it’s going down

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I ain't playing no way, I got bands (hell you talking about)
No Shawty lo I'm the man (hell you talking about)
Them bricks right here wrapped in saran (hell you talking about)
Hundred bands my motherf*cking pants (hell you talking about)
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout
Hell you talking bout