[Verse 1: Juvenile]
I take it, you n***as think I'm a fake
It's all in your face, I can see ya hate
I ain't doing good, I'm doing great
We been living in the ghetto to estates
You a pussy n***a, you ain't gon' relate
But these bitches gon' do what a n***a say
I start with A and then end with a K
I'm home these bitches get in the way
Man, I hunt a n***a down with the choppa
Circle round this whole town like a helicopter
Down for whatever, coke, pounds or whatever
I was raised in a broken house, I know no better
N***a put in the bag, boy you a fag
I knew my mamma very well, I ain't know my dad
Camouflage rags up in the air
Got some soldiers over here, soldiers over there
Bust a n***a in the club, he need Obamacare
I bet I put you in the grave before your mama there
Peeling off in the Rover ya'll saw me
Got to send ' em shout out to the drunkest young boy
Lil' n***a with a trunk full of narcotic
I got every pill except an antibiotic
''S'' on my chest got me feeling bionic
You can roll a n***a in paper, I'm chronic
[Hook: Young Thug]
H-o-t Boy, ready to d-i-e (on blood!)
H-o-t Boy, n***a catch 'em Hy!-beats
I ain't advertising but you can try hire me
Okay now throw up what you bangin'
If you in the hood, you need to be slangin'
N***a run it to the top, get the guap
Run it to the top, while y'all flock
Hey, I'm banging red like a Red Sox
Yeah, I'm banging red like a Red Sox

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Pussy n***a it's your time to die, n***a death o'clock
N***a, n***a I'm heating it's a fed clock
Yeah Juvie, I say yeaaah Juvie

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Lord Of The Ring my n***a, I'm bleedin' I'm fiendin' my n***a
Hey I'm fiendin' for digits and millions
N***a smokin' green, racks stacked up like green tree
Living life like my new single, cash out like Charlie Sheen (cash!)
I sell collard greens, spend the profit on jelly beans
You soft n***a, jolly feet, sold many drugs, n***a gotta eat
Sneakin' and geekin', a pull up on weekends, I fuck on the deacon's daughter
The cousin, the bousin, the mother, the father
The Uncle, the aunt, I roll up a blunt
Bring out the remix of Stoner, I call it The Stunt
I won't tell you once, we eatin', we feastin', we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch!
[Hook: Young Thug]
H-o-t Boy, ready to d-i-e (on blood!)
H-o-t Boy, n***a catch 'em Hy!-beats
I ain't advertising but you can try me
Okay now throw up what you bangin'
If you in the hood, you need to be slangin'
N***a run it to the top, get the guap
Run it to the top, while y'all flock
Hey, I'm banging red like a Red Sox
Yeah, I'm banging red like a Red Sox