[Chorus: Young Thug]
Oh, you say you in these streets, n***a? (I wanna be it)
The red lights, you gon' white sheet n***as? (Huh? I wanna be it)
You got a hundred rounds in that chopper, screamin', "Blocka, blocka"? (Wanna be it)
You got a whole bunch of gorillas that ain't gon' try to stop you? (I wanna be it, brrrat, brrrat)
I wanna be it, I wanna be it
I wanna be it, I wanna be it
He got a shoulder strap on that AR, you don't play, huh? (I wanna be it)
Even though you got M's you'll still take, huh? (I wanna be it)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I told her take her time like she robbin' for a Breitling
I got bitches in my session tryna just do it like they Nike
I got old schools and new schools
Mount 'em up, count it up, add it up
It came like two-mill' and three-hundred bucks
Yucks, my ring and my house is at the еquator
I have no neighbors, only just acres on top of acrеs
And it's in LA, I think I'm a Laker
And I got syrup, I'm in love with maple
And I got your bitch on demand, no cable
Motherfucker, we takers, bloaw
But don't take us for granted
We got cannons and we standin'
Murder attempt until it's empty
Look at his blood drippin' (Bloaw, bloaw)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Oh, you say you in these streets, n***a? (I wanna be it)
The red lights, you gon' white sheet n***as? (Huh? I wanna be it)
You got a hundred rounds in that chopper, screamin', "Blocka, blocka"? (Wanna be it)
You got a whole bunch of gorillas that ain't gon' try to stop you? (I wanna be it, brrrat, brrrat)
I wanna be it, I wanna be it
I wanna be it, I wanna be it
He got a shoulder strap on that AR, you don't play, huh?
Even though you got M's you'll still take, huh?

[Verse 2: Block 125]
I started off in that Three with a quarter pound of that good weed
That foreign coochie movin' bricks and ain't playin' 'bout my shit
Send Thug through with them sticks, then drop the top on that bitch
No budget, n***a, we rich
Ain't no cosignin' this shit
Add the Tax Force when they hit
Couple bails, I made a lil' shit
Came five to three and I took it
I'm Young Block, ain't no rookie
See them offsets I been bookin'
Twin open Louis, no lookin'
Drops stacks on all my apparel
Money stupid stretched, shout to Big Meech
Free Woo, free Fleek, free Ki and free BG
Zone three 'til the death of me
We gon' murk these fuck n***as slowly
And your new bitch my old ho
And when the winter hit I'ma buy a Ghost
Suede top with the wood floor
Then count a mill' on the top floor
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Oh, you say you in these streets, n***a? (I wanna be it)
The red lights, you gon' white sheet n***as? (Huh? I wanna be it)
You got a hundred rounds in that chopper, screamin', "Blocka, blocka"? (Wanna be it)
You got a whole bunch of gorillas that ain't gon' try to stop you? (I wanna be it, brrrat, brrrat)
I wanna be it, I wanna be it
I wanna be it, I wanna be it
He got a shoulder strap on that AR, you don't play, huh?
Even though you got M's you'll still take, huh?