Video de: Freestyle Lyrics Young Thug » Hip Hop Fox.MusicaDe.Win

Young Thug - Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro: Birdman & Young Thug]
(Yeah) Yeah, you under-dig, nigga?
(Yeah) Top floor-type shit (Rich girl)
Chandeliers with marble floors, boy

[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan & Birdman]
My baby mama just put me on child support
Fuck a warrant, I ain't going to court
Don't care what them white folks say, I just wan' see my lil' boy
Go to school, be a man, and sign up for college, boy
Don't be a fool, be a man, what you think that knowledge for?
She dissed me in high school, no reason to acknowledge her
Lead by example, I don't fuck 'round with no followers
Follow up on everything I do, ask my girl
Call the cops, I don't give a fuck, I travel all 'round the world
Wake up too late for breakfast, I need a lunch meal
My producer cut hoes off, Dun Deal
I'm real, I'm Quan, all I speak is truth, ooh
Come here, all I want is you, ayy
Pull up, put it on me, baby girl, bring it to me, now
I'm just tryna get in, then work my way out
I don't care who you came with, but you leavin' with me for the rest of the night (Rich girl)
It's over, got good luck, four-leaf clover
If she wanna fuck, tell her, "Come over"
Thugger pulled up, that's my brother, same mother, different daddy
Ridin' in that Caddy
All-black tint, you ain't seen this before
None of my shit rented, you ain't seen this before
"Tell me just what you spent", Nigga, I spent some more (Rich Gang)
Ha-ha-ha, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Walked in with a new gun on me, y'all niggas thought I was playin'
Y'all niggas out here think you sellin' Coke, you sellin' can
Thugger my man, Birdman my man
Two words, Rich Gang
YSL, Rich Gang, Rich Homie for life, ayy
Try any one of us, you'll lose your life
Play with these big dogs, better have your phone, call it a night
I don't play no games, no way, Thugger
[Verse 2: Young Thug & Birdman]
Tch, thought I was gone until I walked inlike the man of the year
Got an endorsement with GTV, y'all niggas drinkin' beers
When it come to Young Thug, the young bitch jump like she was drinkin' beers
Bottom of my cup red, I bang for real
I spent a lil' sixty on Act', I drink for real
I want Quan medication, he got pain pills
But I need to see my girl to make my pain heal
But I ain't never been in love, I don't know how pain feel (Rich Gang), ayy
Do my thing all across the globe
That's why I spend big banks on all my hoes (Rich girl)
I-I-I spend the largest bank on all my clothes
That pussy so wet, she gotta dry it outdoors, Quan

[Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug]
Hit it from the back, she like, "Ayy", all she know is "Ayy"
Money to the ceilin' like, "Ayy", Thugger Thugger, say "Ayy"
If you got a problem, then "Ooh", shootin' guns like "Ooh"
Stupid ho like "Ooh", condo full of hoes
I got stupid money at the condo, boy, I just moved in, boy, I ain't even count it (What?)
Niggas think they on 'cause they in a rental car, everything on me, and I own it (Woo)
Number one at shoppin', everything I see, I can buy that shit if I want it
But every day I wake up, I'm tryna get my cake up with all of my rich homies

[Outro: Birdman & Young Thug]
(Yeah) Three G's on the blades, nigga (Rich Gang)
Millionaires, boy, get your game up, nigga
Living life like that, boy (Yeah), like it's no tomorrow, you heard?
Rich Gang, that fly shit, nigga
Size us up, guarantee you gon' lose, you heard?
Ice game so fly
Drop a fifty on a nigga feet, fuck 'em
Let your people wear your T-shirts, nigga, let's roll (Rich Gang)