[Intro: Young Thug]
Whoa
My bro's whats up n*gga
I got you
Turn up
Ay, ay, ay, chee, chee chee!
[Hook: Young Thug]
Imma cop a brand new house for big dope boy
All my dogs that turned pretty call them yorks, boy
If I'm ever in the hood, I got them narcs, boy
Hundred grand made on the porch, boy
Boy, young Quan hot as a torch, boy
Boy, boy, Hitman answer in the dark, boy
Heyyy, boy, boy, hey, hey, hey, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I can't wait for one of these pus*y n*ggas to play I'ma c*ck it and let it rip like bo-bo-boy
Ayye, it do not matter where I'm shooting they think I got extended clips don't look like bo-bo-boy
If that's my n*gga I will bleed for him
If he has arms I put some grams inside the leaf for him
I catch your b*tch control her like a leash on her
My whoadie got lots of keys like Alicia on him
Gra gra gra
Shut down with like gun Travis
Lotta bandz on your set like you live in Aspen
I'ma shine, b*tch, call me Ol' Dirty bast*rd
We gon' react when you play last n*gga laughing
[Hook: Young Thug (Wiz Khalifa)]
I'ma cop a brand new house for big dope boy
All my dogs that turned pretty call them narcs, boy
If I'm ever in the hood, I got them narcs, boy
Hundred grand made on the porch, boy
Boy, young Quan hot as a torch, boy
Boy, boy, Hitman answer in the dark, boy
Boooy, boy, boy, hey, hey, hey, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
(Real)
(Yal better chill)
(Man)
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
How to be real
Some n*ggas don't but some n*ggas will
I'm shooting to kill
Jumpin to ride or shooting to kill
I'm taking the shot
I'm drinking that gin or shooting to kill
My b*tches so real
My b*tches so real
My b*tches so real
You killin' my vibe
I'm up in that b*tch
I'm getting a thrill
I'm popping that thing
She poppin' that pus*y like it is a pill
I come from the burg
Some n*ggas are fake most n*ggas are real
Some n*ggas get killed
I don't drink n' drive she takin' the wheel
Hundred thousand dollars round my neck, yes
n*gga I'm down to ride for my respect, yes
Man, yal just don't understand
Since I was a lil' n*gga yea I've been poppin' them rubber bands
God damn
If I didn't have a deal
I'd still have a mil
My n*ggas thuggin' out in public
f*ck it
I guess nobody told you
How to be real
[Hook: Young Thug]
I'ma cop a brand new house for big dope boy
All my dogs that turned pretty call them yorks, boy
If I'm ever in the hood, I got them narcs, boy
Hundred grand made on the porch, boy
Boy, young Quan hot as a torch, boy
Boy, boy, Hitman answer in the dark, boy
Heyyy, boy, boy, hey, hey, hey, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy