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  1. Intro – Young Thug:]
    Pour that shit up fool, it's ours. Monster! Man so you ain't gonna pour? Oh so you're gonna make a nigga beg you to pour… okay bool

    [Verse 1 – Young Thug:]
    Hopped out my mothafuckin' bed
    Hopped in the mothafuckin' coupe (SKRRRRR)
    Pulled up on the Birdman (BRRRRR)
    I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a mobster
    You got 50 whole bands, you'll be my sponsor (just for the night)
    Them snakes on the plane, me and Cognac-conda (condas)
    I might piece him up and let my partner smoke him
    Chuck E Cheese, I'm about pizza and my Rol' on
    I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I poke
    Right now I'm surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia
    I heard I put it in the spot, yessir she told me
    My niggas muggin', these niggas YSL loaded
    I heard my Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way
    But we not friendly either, you know it
    Yeah thumbs up
    I've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course
    My bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco
    And if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us
    You got a body, lil nigga, we got a ton of 'em
    You got some Robin's, lil nigga, we got some Badmans
    I let that choppa go "blocka, blocka, " get back, son
    You got them MJs, nigga, I got them Jacksons (racks)

    [Hook – Young Thug:]
    But really what is it to do
    When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?
    Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you
    Meanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you
    Nigga tell me what you do
    Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?
    I got a hundred things to do
    And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures

    [Verse 2 – Birdman:]
    Yeah, I'm from that mothafuckin' 'Nolia, nigga
    Birdman'll break a nigga nose, lil' nigga
    You need to slow your fuckin' roll, lil' nigga
    We created Ks on shoulders, nigga
    I'm a scary fuckin' sight, lil' nigga
    We won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' nigga
    A hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' nigga
    I keep some AKs on my flights, lil' nigga
    Birdman Willie B
    Smoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese
    Hundred K on private flights overseas
    Choppas City nigga, free BG
    Bentley with the doors all 'round, not a Jeep
    Rich nigga shit, smoke two pounds in a week
    Can't find a bitch that don't know we them streets
    Bitches know that I am Birdman, that's OG

    [Hook]

    [Verse 3 – Young Thug:]
    Nigga I'm a crack addict
    Thought about lettin' them get a cut, then I went and snagged at it
    The new' Boosie Badazz at it
    I'm a drop a nigga life, just like a bad habit
    I stick to the ground like a mothafuckin' rug
    I'm a big dog, lil' fuck nigga you a pup
    Lil' bitch clean your drawers before you think you're a thug
    Before I be in front your shows, just like your pub
    I ain't even lyin', baby
    I swear to God I ain't lyin', baby
    First I'll screw you without these pliers, baby
    I might dap you like, "good try, " baby
    Big B livin', baby
    Them boys on my left throwin' up Cs
    I promise their mama see them this week
    And I don't break promises with my Ds (them my dogs)
    I want Ms and cheese, mister Mickey Ds
    She know I am a beast, I am obese
    In Miami I swear they don't got good weed
    Wiz Khalifa can you give me some weed please?

    [Outro – Birdman:]
    Yeah, overseas, nigga, top floor, clear windows, nigga
    Glass house, drankin' GT, you understand?
    We in that Red Light District, you understand?
    3 and 1, that mean 3 on me, nigga, you understand me?
    Just livin' the life, boy, aye Thug, just a dollar for a 1, nigga
    We can blow a mil', boy. Rich Gang YSL, bratt!

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