Yeah, Yeah (Feat. OG Boo Dirty & Heavy)

(Hoodrich)
 Young Thug!
 (Nard & B)
 My nigga, you know we both came from nothing (Trenchwerx)
 We fed the streets three years straight (Nard & B)
 It's about that time (Trenchwerx)
 DJ Scream, DJ Swamp Izzo (Nard & B)
 (Swamp—Swamp—Izzo—Izzo!)
 1017 Thug!
 (DJ Scream heavy in the streets!)
 Ahh! Go
 I got a half bird in my M2
 Ya'll nigga flexing, ya'll nigga fools (Yeah)
 Hundred K on her, hundred K on me (Woo)
 Got shiny shoes, got shiny jewels (Woo, woo, woo)
 Ain't nothing blue, they red clues (Woo)
 They at you, and they next, too
 They'll press you, they'll press you
 They'll cock back, they depressed, too
 Yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah (They—They—)
 Yeah, yeah (They'll press you, they'll press you)
 Yeah, yeah (They'll cock back, they depressed, too)
 Yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah (They—They—)
 Yeah, yeah (They'll press you, they'll press you)
 Yeah, yeah (They'll cock back, they depressed, too)
 (Hoodrich!) Thirty-six for a brick, too legit to quit
 Michael Vick (What), all my dogs, yeah, they with the shit
 Catch a point, shake him up like a hit stick (Woo)
 Your bitch is on my dogs like a fucking tick (Woo, skrrt, skrrt)
 Straight up out that bowl with my fucking wrist (Woo, woo)
 I ain't going to jail, so I gotta hit (Fire, fire, fire)
 Ain't shoot him in his ass, but I'mma bust his shit (Rah, rah)
 I ain't 3hunna, but I'm Sosa, bitch (Bossman)
 My partner got the plug, he servin' everyday
 Real ice inside my wrist, you can just skate away (Skate away)
 Stay hot, you think I live outside the equator, bae (I stay hot)
 Don't play because them sticks sound like these 808s (Rah)
 I got a half bird in my M2
 Ya'll nigga flexing, y'all nigga fools (Yeah)
 Hundred K on her, hundred K on me (Woo)
 Got shiny shoes, got shiny jewels (Woo, woo, woo)
 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
 Yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah (They—They—)
 Yeah, yeah (They'll press you, they'll press you)
 Yeah, yeah (They'll cock back, they depressed, too)
 Yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah (They—They—)
 Yeah, yeah (They'll press you, they'll press you)
 Yeah, yeah (They'll cock back, they depressed, too)
 I'm flamed up, my block hot (Woo)
 Hundred bands in a shoebox
 Still no gang, keep a Glock cocked (Oh)
 Spit more fire than a matchbox
 Full cup of that Actavis
 Ye—Yellow diamond like I'm dripping piss (Yeah)
 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 (Holla)
 All my life I been breaking tricks (Holla)
 With the mob squad I might spaz out
 See too much cash I might crash out (Yeah)
 Walk in the club, iced out (Woo)
 Neck and wrist, lighthouse (Yeah)
 Y'all know my life 'bout
 Rich nigga, walking stash house
 Ba—Balling like Jerry Stackhouse (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
 Bad bitch with me, hit the room and knock her back out (Back out)
 Crusing through the city (City), me and Double D (Double D)
 Just made a hundred thousand selling pints of G (OG)
 I got a half bird in my M2
 Ya'll nigga flexing, y'all nigga fools (Yeah)
 Hundred K on her, hundred K on me (Woo)
 Got shiny shoes, got shiny jewels (Woo, woo, woo)
 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
 Yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah (They—They—)
 Yeah, yeah (They'll press you, they'll press you)
 Yeah, yeah (They'll cock back, they depressed, too)
 Yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah (They—They—)
 Yeah, yeah (They'll press you, they'll press you)
 Yeah, yeah (They'll cock back, they depressed, too, Young Heavy, nigga)
 Everything I do, yeah, I do it to make a profit (Profit)
 Me and Money Mitch got your bitch right here menage-ing (Menage-ing)
 Me and Bo jugg just to count them free dollars (Them free dollars)
 Duke, he going crazy, love to shoot that damn chopper
 He run the mob, bitch, BMG, we taking off (We taking off)
 Salute to real niggas who done made theyself a boss (Made theyself a boss)
 He say his main bitch—I just had her at the loft
 We both was on that molly, she was licking like a dog (Woo)
 Ayy, that there irrelevant (Relevant)
 I'm a paper chaser, motherfuck a bitch (Fuck a bitch)
 I'm cooling with my youngins on some hood shit (Hood shit)
 I'm so fuckin' hood, I need a hood bitch (Rah)
 I got a half bird in my M2
 Ya'll nigga flexing, y'all nigga fools (Yeah)
 Hundred K on her, hundred K on me (Woo)
 Got shiny shoes, got shiny jewels (Woo, woo, woo)
 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
 Yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah (They—They—)
 Yeah, yeah (They'll press you, they'll press you)
 Yeah, yeah (They'll cock back, they depressed, too)
 Yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah (They—They—)
 Yeah, yeah (They'll press you, they'll press you)
 Yeah, yeah (They'll cock back, they depressed, too)