Young Thug, Heavy , OG Boo Dirty - Yeah, Yeah (1017 Thug) lyrics

[Young Thug, Heavy , OG Boo Dirty - Yeah, Yeah 1017 Thug lyrics]

(Hoodrich) young Thug!
(Nard & B)
My nigga, you know we both came from nothing
(Trenchwerx)
We fed the streets three years straight
(Nard & B) it's about that time (Trenchwerx)
DJ Scream, DJ Swamp Izzo (Nard & B)
(Swamp Swamp Izzo Izzo) 1017 Thug!
(DJ Scream heavy in the streets) ahh! Go

I got a half bird in my M2
Ya'll nigga flexing, ya'll nigga fools (yeah)
Hundred K on her, hundred K on me (Woo)
Got shiny shoes, got shiny jewels
(Woo, woo, woo)
Ain't nothing blue, they red clues (Woo)
They at you, and they next, too
They'll press you, they'll press you
They'll cock back, they depressed, too
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah (They They)
Yeah, yeah
(They'll press you, they'll press you)
Yeah, yeah
(They'll cock back, they depressed, too)
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah (They They)
Yeah, yeah
(They'll press you, they'll press you)
Yeah, yeah
(They'll cock back, they depressed, too)

(Hoodrich) Thirty-six for a brick
Too legit to quit michael Vick
(What) , all my dogs, yeah
They with the shit
Catch a point, shake him up like a hit stick
(Woo)
Your bitch is on my dogs like a fucking tick
(Woo, skrrt, skrrt)
Straight up out that bowl
With my fucking wrist (Woo, woo)
I ain't going to jail, so I gotta hit
(Fire, fire, fire)
Ain't shoot him in his ass
But I'mma bust his shit (Rah, rah)
I ain't 3hunna, but I'm Sosa, bitch (Bossman)
My partner got the plug, he servin' everyday
Real ice inside my wrist
You can just skate away (Skate away)
Stay hot, you think I
Live outside the equator, bae
(I stay hot) don't play because them sticks
Sound like these 808s (Rah)

I got a half bird in my M2
Ya'll nigga flexing, y'all nigga fools (yeah)
Hundred K on her, hundred K on me (Woo)
Got shiny shoes, got shiny jewels
(Woo, woo, woo)
Ain't nothing blue, they red clues
They at you, and they next, too
They'll press you, they'll press you
They'll cock back, they depressed, too
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah (They They)
Yeah, yeah
(They'll press you, they'll press you)
Yeah, yeah
(They'll cock back, they depressed, too)
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah (They They)
Yeah, yeah
(They'll press you, they'll press you)
Yeah, yeah
(They'll cock back, they depressed, too)

I'm flamed up, my block hot (Woo)
Hundred bands in a shoebox
Still no gang, keep a Glock cocked (Oh)
Spit more fire than a matchbox
Full cup of that Actavis
Ye Yellow diamond like I'm dripping piss
(yeah)
Call me H boogie, you know I move bricks
Thug right beside me, call him Money Mitch
I'm a Memphis nigga, hard on a bitch (Holla)
All my life I been breaking tricks (Holla)
With the mob squad I might spaz out
See too much cash I might crash out (yeah)
Walk in the club, iced out (Woo)
Neck and wrist, lighthouse (yeah)
Y'all know my life 'bout
Rich nigga, walking stash house
Ba Balling like Jerry Stackhouse
(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) bad bitch with me
Hit the room and knock her back out
(Back out) crusing through the city
(City) , me and Double D (Double D)
Just made a hundred thousand
Selling pints of G (OG)

I got a half bird in my M2
Ya'll nigga flexing, y'all nigga fools (yeah)
Hundred K on her, hundred K on me (Woo)
Got shiny shoes, got shiny jewels
(Woo, woo, woo)
Ain't nothing blue, they red clues
They at you, and they next, too
They'll press you, they'll press you
They'll cock back, they depressed, too
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah (They They)
Yeah, yeah
(They'll press you, they'll press you)
Yeah, yeah
(They'll cock back, they depressed, too)
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah (They They)
Yeah, yeah
(They'll press you, they'll press you)
Yeah, yeah
(They'll cock back, they depressed
Too, Young Heavy, nigga)

Everything I do, yeah
I do it to make a profit (Profit)
Me and Money Mitch got your
Bitch right here menage-ing (Menage-ing)
Me and Bo jugg just to
Count them free dollars (Them free dollars)
Duke, he going crazy
Love to shoot that damn chopper
He run the mob, bitch, BMG, we taking off
(We taking off)
Salute to real niggas who done
Made theyself a boss (Made theyself a boss)
He say "Hi!"s main bitch I just
Had her at the loft
We both was on that molly
She was licking like a dog (Woo)
Ayy, that there irrelevant (Relevant)
I'm a paper chaser, motherfuck a bitch
(Fuck a bitch) i'm cooling with my youngins
On some hood shit (Hood shit)
I'm so fuckin' hood, I need a hood bitch
(Rah)

I got a half bird in my M2
Ya'll nigga flexing, y'all nigga fools (yeah)
Hundred K on her, hundred K on me (Woo)
Got shiny shoes, got shiny jewels
(Woo, woo, woo)
Ain't nothing blue, they red clues
They at you, and they next, too
They'll press you, they'll press you
They'll cock back, they depressed, too
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah (They They)
Yeah, yeah
(They'll press you, they'll press you)
Yeah, yeah
(They'll cock back, they depressed, too)
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah (They They)
Yeah, yeah
(They'll press you, they'll press you)
Yeah, yeah
(They'll cock back, they depressed, too)

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