Red Sox

[Verse 1: Juvenile]

I take it, you niggas think I'm a fake

It's all in your face, I can see ya hate

I ain't doing good, I'm doing great

We been living in the ghetto to estates

You a pussy nigga, you ain't gon' relate

But these bitches gon' do what a nigga say

I start with A and then end with a K

I'm home these bitches get in the way

Man, I hunt a nigga down with the choppa

Circle round this whole town like a helicopter

Down for whatever, coke, pounds or whatever

I was raised in a broken house, I know no better

Nigga put in the bag, boy you a fag

I knew my mamma very well, I ain't know my dad

Camouflage rags up in the air

Got some soldiers over here, soldiers over there

Bust a nigga in the club, he need Obamacare

I bet I put you in the grave before your mama there

Peeling off in the Rover ya'll saw me

Got to send ' em shout out to the drunkest young boy

Lil' nigga with a trunk full of narcotic

I got every pill except an antibiotic

''S'' on my chest got me feeling bionic

You can roll a nigga in paper, I'm chronic

[Hook: Young Thug]

H-o-t Boy, ready to d-i-e (on blood!)

H-o-t Boy, nigga catch 'em Hy!-beats

I ain't advertising but you can try hire me

Okay now throw up what you bangin'

If you in the hood, you need to be slangin'

Nigga run it to the top, get the guap

Run it to the top, while y'all flock

Hey, I'm banging red like a Red Sox

Yeah, I'm banging red like a Red Sox

[Bridge: Young Thug]

Pussy nigga it's your time to die, nigga death o'clock

Nigga, nigga I'm heating it's a fed clock

Yeah Juvie, I say yeaaah Juvie

[Verse  2: Young Thug]

Lord Of The Ring my nigga, I'm bleedin' I'm fiendin' my nigga

Hey I'm fiendin' for digits and millions

Nigga smokin' green, racks stacked up like green tree

Living life like my new single, cash out like Charlie Sheen (cash!)

I sell collard greens, spend the profit on jelly beans

You soft nigga, jolly feet, sold many drugs, nigga gotta eat

Sneakin' and geekin', a pull up on weekends, I fuck on the deacon's daughter

The cousin, the bousin, the mother, the father

The Uncle, the aunt, I roll up a blunt

Bring out the remix of Stoner, I call it The Stunt

I won't tell you once, we eatin', we feastin', we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch!

[Hook: Young Thug]

H-o-t Boy, ready to d-i-e (on blood!)

H-o-t Boy, nigga catch 'em Hy!-beats

I ain't advertising but you can try me

Okay now throw up what you bangin'

If you in the hood, you need to be slangin'

Nigga run it to the top, get the guap

Run it to the top, while y'all flock

Hey, I'm banging red like a Red Sox

Yeah, I'm banging red like a Red Sox