Bituation

[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