Homie

[Intro: Young Thug] Uh Uh DJ Carnage times Thugger you know what I’m sayin’? Thugger times DJ Carnage you know what I’m sayin’? You know what I’m sayin’ nigga? Ya dig? Ya dig? [Chorus: Young Thug] I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don’t even pour it up We pullin’ up foreign we walk through the club and the bitches they knowin’ us This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin’ that Robituss’ I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin’ up Player oh you the homie If you didn’t tell then you the homie If you got bail then you the homie If you not stale then you the homie Grew up with criminals scandalous Rockin’ Chanel then you the bitch I got me a Birkin like I’m a bitch These niggas they tellin’ they counterfeit [Verse 1: Young Thug] Put that fuckboy on the newspaper In the sea with some tons strapped to his ankles Fuck nigga try me at any angle I’ma shoot him and turn him into an angel Boy you gon’ turn him into an angel? Fuck yeah turn him to an angel Don’t come around with the anger You know everybody having bangers If a pussy nigga play with me Swear to god Kirk Franklin can’t save him I can get you whacked real easy You are not a Power Ranger you a stranger Pussy nigga you’re no danger Gangster bitch with me she’ll spank ya Swear to God all I gotta do is point one finger She’ll close range ya hah Drinkin’ ’Tussin’ nigga slow it down RIP to Troupe pour it out They want me dead but I can’t ever die They livin’ false but I can never lie Mob baby baby I got ties I want chicken wings on the side You got higher dreams when you fly Until then you’re never near the sky [Chorus: Young Thug] I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don’t even pour it up We pullin’ up foreign we walk through the club and the bitches they knowin’ us This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin’ that Robituss’ I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin’ up Player oh you the homie If you didn’t tell then you the homie If you got bail then you the homie If you not stale then you the homie Grew up with criminals scandalous Rockin’ Chanel then you the bitch I got me a Birkin like I’m a bitch These niggas they tellin’ they counterfeit [Verse 2: Meek Mill] You was the plug then you the homie You never tell then you the homie You know it’s nothin’ but shooters on me Them niggas know and never movin’ on me I keep a Mac in the Louis bag Look like I got the computers on me I’ma get back at your stupid ass We gon’ whack you to better the sooner homie I be fucking your Wednesday crush I’m with that bitch and she droolin’ on me All of that shit be made up I’m poppin’ and they makin’ up rumors on me She gon’ jump on this dick and manuever on me I’ma cut her a check and she gon’ do it for me Even though my lil’ bitches be used to money Just like Jay and Bey daughter I blew the money nigga woah [Bridge: Young Thug] I took the bales out in the rainy weather This a eight passeng’ jet this is not propeller I’m a big dawg got my dawgs with me German Sheppard uh Yeah I’m rich kid but I’m so ready to Bobby Whitney Can’t let you go outside I just cannot let you dig it [Chorus: Young Thug] I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don’t even pour it up We pullin’ up foreign we walk through the club and the bitches they knowin’ us This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin’ that Robituss’ I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been growin’ up Player oh you the homie If you didn’t tell then you the homie If you got bail then you the homie If you not stale then you the homie Grew up with criminals scandalous Rockin’ Chanel then you the bitch I got me a Birkin like I’m a bitch These niggas they tellin’ they counterfeit [Outro: Young Thug] Yeah I got a motherfucking ten thousand dollar toe ring on know what I’m sayin’? With some motherfucking Giuseppe sandals on bitch Know what I’m sayin’ with my tattoos on my toes too by the way know what I’m sayin’? Yeah and I got blue cheese on me all hundreds Blue cheese no ranch How you dig that know what I’m sayin’ Yeah I dig that with a golden shovel on another level N.C. With a iced out AP times a Rollie bezel It’s YSL slime shit You gotta stay ready to keep from gettin’ ready you understand what I’m sayin’? Yeah man when the bread ready call yo I’ma take it