Young Thug
Constantly Hating
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 fuck... okay boolHopped out my mothafuckin' bedHopped in the mothafuckin' coupe (SKRRRRR)Pulled up on the BirdmanI'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a monsterYou 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 himChuck E Cheese, I'm about pizza and my Rol' onI'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I pokeRight now I'm surrounded by some gangsters from MagnoliaI heard I put it in the spot, yessir she told meMy niggas workin', these niggas YSL onlyI heard my Nolia niggas not friendly, like no wayBut we not friendly either, you know itYeah thumbs upI've seen more holes than a golf course [?]My bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, broncoAnd if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk usYou got a body, lil nigga, we got a ton of 'emYou got some Robin's, lil nigga, we got some BalmainsI let that choppa go "blocka, blocka," get back, sonYou got them MJs, nigga, I got them Jacksons (racks)SongtexteBut really what is it to doWhen the whole world constantly hatin' on you?Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on youMeanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on youNigga tell me what you doWould you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?I got a hundred things to doAnd I can't stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figuresYeah, I'm from that mothafuckin' 'Nolia, niggaBirdman'll break a nigga nose, lil' niggaYou need to slow your fuckin' roll, lil' niggaWe created Ks on shoulders, niggaI'm a scary fuckin' sight, lil' niggaWe won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' niggaA hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' niggaI keep some AKs on my flights, lil' niggaBirdman Willie BSmoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes ChineseHundred K on private flights overseasChoppas City nigga, free BGBentley with the doors all 'round, not a JeepRich nigga shit, smoke two pounds in a weekCan't find a bitch that don't know we them streetsBitches know that I am Birdman, that's OGBut really what is it to doWhen the whole world constantly hatin' on you?Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on youMeanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on youNigga tell me what you doWould you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?I got a hundred things to doAnd I can't stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figuresNigga I'm a crack addictThought about lettin' them get a cut, then I went and snagged at itBeen Lil' Boosie Badazz at itI'ma drop a nigga like, just like a bad habitI sit to the ground like a mothafuckin' roadI'm a big dog, lil' fuck nigga you a pupLil' bitch clean your drawers before you think you're a thugBefore I be in front your shows, just like your booI ain't even lyin', babyI swear to God I ain't lyin', babyFirst I'll screw you without these pliers, babyI might dap you like, "good try," babyB, B livin', babyThem boys on my left throwin' up CsI promise their mama see them this weekAnd I don't break promises with my Ds (them my dogs)I want Ms and cheese, mister Mickey DsShe know I am a beast, I am so beastIn Miami I swear they don't got good weedWiz Khalifa can you give me some weed please?Yeah, overseas, nigga.Top floor, clear windows, nigga.Glass house. Drivin' 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. Bllllat!
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