yeah yeah

Singer: young thug

i got a half bird in my m2

ya'll nigga flexing

ya'll nigga fool

hundred k on her

hundred k on me

got shiny shoes

got shiny jewels

ain't nothing blue

they red clues

they at you

and they next too

they'll press you

they'll press you

they'll cock back

they depressed too

they'll press you

they'll press you

they'll cock back

they depressed too

they'll press you

they'll press you

they'll cock back

they depressed too

36

for a brick

too legit to quit

michael vick

all my dogs yeah they with the shit

catch a point

shake him up like a hit stick

your bitch is. on my dogs like a fucking tick

straight up out that bowl with my fucking wrist

i ain't going to jail

so i gotta hit

ain't shoot him in his ass

but i'mma bust his shit

i ain't 3hunna

but i'm sosa bitch

my patna got the plug

he serve him everyday

real ice inside my wrist

you can just skate away

stay hot you think i live outside the equator bae

don't play because them sticks sound like these 808s

i'm flamed up

my block hot

hundred bands in a shoebox

still no gang

keep a glock cocked

spit more fire than a matchbox

full cup of that actavis

yellow diamond like i'm dripping piss

call me h-boogie

you know i move bricks

thug right beside me

call him money mitch

i'm a memphis nigga

hard on a bitch

all my life i been breaking tricks

with the mob squad i might spaz out

see too much cash i might crash out

walk in the club

iced out

neck and wrist

lighthouse

ya'll know my life about

rich nigga

walking stash house

balling like jerry stackhouse

bad bitch with me

hit the room and knock her back out

crusing through the city

me and double d

just made a hundred thousand

selling pints of g

everything i do

yeah i do it to make a profit

me and money mitch got your bitch right here menage-ing

me and bo jug just to count them free dollars

going crazy

love to shoot that damn chopper

he run the mob

bitch

bmg we taking off

salute to real niggas who done made theyself a boss

he say that main bitch i just had her at the loft

boss was on that molly

she was licking like a dog

ay

that there irrelevant

i'mma paper chaser motherfuck a bitch

i'm cooling with my youngins on some hood shit

i'm so fuckin' hood

i need a hood bitch

Lyric Context: yeah yeah - young thug