Lyrics Ball - Young Thug
I
pull
up,
hop
out
Riding
around
with
that
Glock
out
40
thou
in
my
left
pocket,
molly/lean
in
my
right
pocket
I'm
so
thrown
I'm
just
ridin
'round
and
I'm
getting
it
Cruising
through
my
city
serving
three-five
for
the
fifties
And
I'm
a
gangster
for
real,
that's
why
the
bitch
nigga
it
don't
even
speak
(fuck
nigga)
Put
diamonds
in
my
teeth
so
talking
ain't
cheap
Well
that's
just
for
me
cause
I
just
let
the
money
speak
With
fifty
young
niggas
at
all
time,
that's
why
I'm
an
OG
Okay
my
girl
ass
fat,
she
got
me
geeking
round
this
bitch
It's
money
over
bitches,
but
all
my
niggas
want
this
bitch
I
got
one
eye
open,
yeah
I'm
peeping
through
this
bitch
Hundred
deep
outside
the
club,
my
niggas
sneaking
through
this
bitch
We
gon'
ball
ball
ball
ball
ball
That's
why
my
niggas
got
this
bitch
packed
from
wall
to
wall
And
you
know
they
don't
play,
I
don't
even
gotta
say
You
playin
with
your
[?]
this
bitch
from
wall
to
wall
Hundred
deep
inside
the
club,
pack
that
bitch
down
like
sardines
Everyone
get
major
puffs,
bitch
you
know
we
don't
drink
[?]
Oh
my
god
nigga
try
you
luck,
spray
your
head
with
this
AR
'chine
Baw
baw
baw
shoot
your
ass
up,
now
you
frigid
like
a
ding
ding
No
homo,
two
times,
no
homo
nigga
but
I'm
sure
nigga
You're
ho
life
is
a
game
and
I'm
a
controller
nigga,
ever
sold
a
nigga?
(Laughs)
Na
for
real,
what's
the
deal
Either
kill
the
shit
or
get
killed,
and
I'm
the
shit
for
real
like
ill
Nigga
put
me
in
let
em
hands
hold
on
my
private
part
Friend
that
ho,
I
just
see
Gucci
hand
print
on
her
body
part
A
hundred
percent
of
real
niggas
around
me,
your
niggas
they
kinda
hard
But
forget
that,
I
really
really
like
your
kitty
cat
But
OG
1 Scared of You
2 Murder
3 Nigeria
4 Picture Baby
5 Shooting Star
6 Yeah Yeah
7 Cups Stuffed
8 Ball
9 Jungle
10 Dead Fo Real
11 Condo Music
12 Patna Dem
13 Picacho
14 Fuck with It
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