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Young Thug - Bituation Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
You know
I went and got me three of those motherfuckers (Blocks)
Then call me 125, you know what I'm sayin'?
I really wanna get Wicked but I'm through with the thuggin'

[Chorus: Young Thug]
What's the situation? Where the bituation?
What's the bituation? Where the bituation
What's the situation? Where the situation?
Where the bituation? Where the bituation?
Racks on me, these a bituation
Money on me, that's a bituation
Pesos on me, this a bituation
No more lean, that's a scary bituation
Eight and a half (What?), the eight and a half
These sticks like what? Eight and a half
These bullets like what? Eight and a half
My shoe size, eight and a half
Bitches stacked up like eight and a half
Midgets stacked up like eight and a half
Yeah, yeah, eight and a half

[Verse 1: MPA Wicced]
What's the fuckin' situation?
Rockin' Marc Jacobs, no laces
With a bad bitch, she's a Asian
She so pretty with her fuckin' braces
Damn, her head game so amazing
That's why my bitch, she stay in the latest
His and her California 'Rari
Crank 'em up, baby, let's go and race it
Blue hundreds on me like I was Chase
Flashin' watches up your pussy rate
Too many hundreds, I can't calculate
You get on my nerves, you can't have that, bae
I only fuck, I don't do dinner dates
Too busy runnin' in the rack race
It's Ferragamo, you cheapskate
Bitch, my name hold heavy weight
'Member choppin', came up on the plate
Now I'm in Italy eatin' cheesecake
I ain't gotta sell no dope no more
My brother Thugga let me through the door
They say they ain't mad but it'll show
I bought the Phantom, drive it open door
My bitch hold a umbrella
Shit, I'm just bein' a asshole, huh
[Chorus: Young Thug]
What's the situation? Where the bituation?
What's the bituation? Where the bituation
What's the situation? Where the situation?
Where the bituation? Where the bituation?
Racks on me, these a bituation
Money on me, that's a bituation
Pesos on me, this a bituation
No more lean, that's a scary bituation
Eight and a half (What?), the eight and a half
These sticks like what? Eight and a half
These bullets like what? Eight and a half
My shoe size, eight and a half
Bitches stacked up like eight and a half
Midgets stacked up like eight and a half
Yeah, yeah, eight and a half

[Verse 2: Block 125]
All the pump fakin', nigga, what's the situation?
On the Ave with a nigga, call it Lil Haiti
Really sellin' bricks, got the bitch goin' brazy
Free Black, real nigga, what's the situation?
Got bricks on me right now sittin' waitin'
Six figures will turn into a safe
F.N. hit a nigga broad day
For a nine they don't play
In your mama driveway
Took a couple niggas out
In your mama driveway
Gettin' off that salt
On my neck, got a house
On my wrist, got bricks
In the trenches with this shit
And my nigga been rich
Hoppin' out with the sticks
On that dope boy shit
Brand new Presi' Rollie
And I flooded that bitch
Came up sellin' reggie
Now I control these bricks
Came up sellin' reggie
'Til I caught my first lick
[Chorus: Young Thug]
What's the situation? Where the bituation?
What's the bituation? Where the bituation
What's the situation? Where the situation?
Where the bituation? Where the bituation?
Racks on me, these a bituation
Money on me, that's a bituation
Pesos on me, this a bituation
No more lean, that's a scary bituation
Eight and a half (What?), the eight and a half
These sticks like what? Eight and a half
These bullets like what? Eight and a half
My shoe size, eight and a half
Bitches stacked up like eight and a half
Midgets stacked up like eight and a half
Yeah, yeah, eight and a half

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Give me that pussy
I want the pussy, I want the pussy
I got skinny jeans on with a automatic filled up with bullets
Rappin' ass niggas on the trap with these trappin' ass niggas
Laced up blunts, got my hair to the back
If you not a slime, you're whack
And the MAC, know he clap at these niggas
Two guns up, nigga, Eastside
I don't know DMX, but I'ma ride
Racks in my pocket, got my legs tired
Shoot your hand, make it bleed, let your leg rise
If the nigga might tell, better let 'em out
If a pussy nigga slip then I let 'em slide
If he catch you down bad he gon' try to kill you
Yeah, he shootin' above your thighs, nigga
I want a forty-four birdies (What?)
I don't like po-po so I'm worthy
Wicced my dog, like Courage (Woo)
Put em on, A$AP, no Fergie
I'm like uh, uh, uh, uh, don't get discouraged
Let that F.N. do surgery
Young Thug a nurse
[Chorus: Young Thug]
What's the situation? Where the bituation?
What's the bituation? Where the bituation
What's the situation? Where the situation?
Where the bituation? Where the bituation?
Racks on me, these a bituation
Money on me, that's a bituation
Pesos on me, this a bituation
No more lean, that's a scary bituation
Eight and a half (What?), the eight and a half
These sticks like what? Eight and a half
These bullets like what? Eight and a half
My shoe size, eight and a half
Bitches stacked up like eight and a half
Midgets stacked up like eight and a half
Yeah, yeah, eight and a half