Lyrics Hoodie (feat. BSlime & Lil Gotit) - Young Thug , Lil Gotit

(Southside on the track, yeah)
Yeah, that's my buddy, buddy
What about (Metro)

That's my buddy, buddy, drinking on the muddy
Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it
Make sure you make her experience her nutty
Put that d- all in her ribs and her gutty
Drinking Kid Cudi, acting all sl-
In front company, Trayvon hoodie
Know it's all goodie
Don Juan pimping, b-, it's black tees, hoodies
Durag business

Looking all boogie, but saving all your cookies
Act to the right, red for the rookies
A- on the right and on the left
Bunch of wealthy rich guys like ourselves, hey (yeah, like ourselves, hey)

And you was supposed to call me back
But I'm glad you didn't 'cause I got busy
I just got a call one of my brothers got whacked
It was time to ride, slid the sticks and the masks
You know if I pass, you won't get a call back and
If I hit you back, you know we deaded the madness
Round of applause, we one of one in this battle

Mama say she look in my eyes she see a casket
Daddy said he look in my eyes he see a bastard
I won't hit you back, you never could've imagined
Round of applause you think you winning the battle

No, I don't wanna lose, so I casper
I was rocking Jimmy Choos on my first tour
I still was thinking like a fool on my first tour
Now I'm on my worst tour

That's my buddy, buddy, drinking on the muddy
Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it
Make sure you make her experience her nutty
Put that d- all in her ribs and her gutty
Drinking Kid Cudi, acting all sl-
In front company, Trayvon hoodie
Know it's all goodie
Don Juan pimping, b-, it's black tees, hoodies
Durag business

Rich stepper, let's begin, I got a million on the coast
Thousand, bet a thousand, shoot it all, I'm betting on Cee-lo
Cash prize, let her cash it in, ain't left her with a note
Never bit, ain't never, ever (never)

Palm Angel with the vibes, we like to swap out (we like to swap out)
Drop top, we pushing P, she got her cock-eyed, cock-eyed
Sharing bank rolls, they brung them props out (they brung them props out)
Ain't no switching sides, I'm with the guys 'til I pass out

Now they say they feeling us (yeah), but reality, they ain't as big as us (nah)
F- her every night, I know for sure, she catching many nuts (body count)
Cali Distro sendin' boxes through just like it's Pizza Hut (phew)
Put it on, they eat it up (eat it), flooded diamonds, my pieces up

Drop the top, you smell me in the wind
I been feelin' like a DJ when I tell 'em spin (360)
Ran up all these millions, so I went, copped ma that Benz (skrrt)
Long live my f- brother, that's my brodie, that's my twin (Keed, Keed)

That's my buddy, buddy, drinking on the muddy
Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it
Make sure you make her experience her nutty
Put that d- all in her ribs and her gutty
Drinking Kid Cudi, acting all sl-
In front company, Trayvon hoodie
Know it's all goodie
Don Juan pimping, b-, it's black tees, hoodies
Durag business

Looking all boogie, but saving all your cookies
Act to the right, red for the rookies
A- on the right and on the left
Bunch of wealthy rich guys like ourselves, hey

Like ourselves, hey