Hooligans

[Verse 1: Young Dro] Run in the trap 35 bricks Man we in the hood in the trap spot, bring 35 chicks Got Lean in my left hand Weed in my right hand If you get outta line, we gon kill your ass, man All my ice on You ain't got no ice Heard you can rap, matter fact nigga, we ain’t even that nice I heard you got a cute chick Imma hit that twice I'm telling you beforehand, I'll make her suck dick, no hands Hundred 20 rounds in the motherfuckin K drum Wait till one of you fuck niggas say something Your bitch get wrong, stop your bitch from breathing See you fuck niggas miss believing Everybody want Dro, this the season Where the fuck is my thugs at? Where the fuck is my drugs at? Get to it again, Imma do it again I ain’t gon stop till I hit the top, I'm doing this shit for my hooligans [Chorus: B.O.B.] Yeah All I ever do is this Nigga we ain't new to this Come at me with the foolishness Imma show up in your yard with my hooligans With my hooligans, with my hooligans Imma show up in your yard with my hooligans [Verse 2: Young Dro] Switching my cars [?] whip now [?] on my dick, I quit now Go stupid with the [?], on the scene, and I'm coming from Atlanta [?] you can't handle I'm coming in the Phantom, [?] Give Dro everything All gold everything Take my money out the bank, gonna get popped on everything Things for the kid on it You ain't got shit on it Your deal ain't shit, I’m rich, got 2.6 on it Bet they don’t like that [?] flight back I got your bitch on the line, she wondering where I'm at, tell her I’ll be right back Hustle Gang for sure [?] roaster Shauty wanna ride [?] [Chorus: B.O.B.] Yeah All I ever do is this Nigga we ain't new to this Come at me with the foolishness Imma show up in your yard with my hooligans With my hooligans, with my hooligans Imma show up in your yard with my hooligans [Verse 3: Trae Tha Truth] All white Roles Royce [?] I don't fuck with no front seat [?] cracked my IPhone, I'm still getting face time [?] I can run it through, no baseline [?] I give you the whole clip [?] [?] These bricks [?] [?] colder, I got chips on both shoulders Hustle Gang, nigga you can tell them it’s over I show up at your door like [?] [?] I ain't wanna hear shit unless I'm making a profit [?] [Chorus: B.O.B.] Yeah All I ever do is this Nigga we ain't new to this Come at me with the foolishness Imma show up in your yard with my hooligans With my hooligans, with my hooligans Imma show up in your yard with my hooligans