[Intro: Young Thug]
Pour that shit up fool, it's ours
Ha, monster!
Man so you ain't gon' pour?
Oh, so you're gonna make a n***a beg you to pour?
Okay, bool, you dig?
(Wheezy Beats)
Uh

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Hopped out my mothafuckin' bed
Hopped in the mothafuckin' coupe (Skrrt)
Pulled up on the Birdman (Brr)
I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a mobster (Ayy)
You got 50 whole bands, you'll be my sponsor (Just for the night)
Them snakes on the plane, me and Kanye-conda (Anacondas)
Yeah (Them anacondas)
I might piece him up and let my partner smoke him (Triple cross)
Chuck-E-Cheese him up, I pizza him, I roll him (Cross)
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, yes, sir, she told me
My n***as muggin', these n***as YSL only
I heard my 'Nolia n***as not friendly, like no way
But we not friendly either, you know it
Ha!
Yeah, thumbs up
I've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course
My bitch a tall blooded horse, n***a, bronco
And if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us (No)
You got a body, lil' n***a, we got a ton of 'em (Yeah)
You got some Robin's, lil' n***a, we got some Batmans
I let that choppa go "blocka, blocka," get back, son (Back)
You got them MJ's, n***a, I got them Jacksons (Racks)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
But really what is it to do
When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?
Pussy n***as hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you
Meanwhile, the fuckin' federal baitin' on you
N***a, tell me what you do
Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy n***a?
I got a hundred things to do
And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures

[Verse 2: Birdman & Young Thug]
Yeah, I'm from that mothafuckin' 'Nolia, n***a ('Nolia, n***a)
Birdman'll break a n***a nose, lil' n***a (Nose, lil' n***a, ah)
You need to slow your fuckin' roll, lil' n***a (Roll, lil' n***a, Thugger)
We created Ks on shoulders, n***a (Shoulders, n***a)
I'm a scary fuckin' sight, lil' n***a (Sight, lil' n***a, ah)
We won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' n***a (Fights, lil' n***a, hey)
A hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' n***a (Right, lil' n***a)
I keep some AKs on my flights, lil' n***a (My flights, lil' n***a, I do)
Birdman Willie B (What?)
Smoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese (Chinese)
Hundred K on private flights overseas (Overseas)
Choppas City, n***a, free BG (BG)
Bentley with the doors all 'round, not a Jeep (Jeep)
Rich n***a shit, smoke two pounds in a week (In a week)
Can't find a bitch that don't know we them streets (We them streets)
Bitches know that I am Birdman, that's OG, brrat
[Chorus: Young Thug]
But really what is it to do
When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?
Pussy n***as hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you
Meanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you
N***a, tell me what you do
Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy n***a?
I got a hundred things to do
And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
N***a, I'm a crack addict
Thought about lettin' them get a cut
Then I went and snagged at it
Yeah, the new Boosie Badazz at it
I'ma drop a n***a life, just like a bad habit
I stick to the ground like a mothafuckin' rug
I'm a big dog, lil' fuck n***a, 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, no
First I'll screw you without these pliers, baby, or
I might dap you like, "good try, baby"
Big B livin', baby
Them boys on my left throwin' up C's
I promise their mama see them this week
And I don't break promises with my D's (Them my dogs)
I want M's and cheese, mister Mickey D's
She know I am a beast, I am so obese (Rawr)
In Miami I swear they don't got good weed
Wiz Khalifa can you send me some weed please?
[Outro: Birdman]
Yeah, overseas, n***a, top floor, clear windows, n***a
Glass house, drankin' GT, you understand?
We in that Red Light District, you understand?
We 3 and 1, that mean 3 on me, n***a, you understand me?
Just livin' the life, boy, ayy, Thug, just a dollar for a 1, n***a
We can blow a mil', boy
Rich Gang, YSL, blatt!