Yea Hoe

[Intro]

Thugger, Uzi, brrt

(That be Maaly Raw)

[Chorus: Young Thug]

My lil' nigga popping at your brain like yea hoe

My nigga we switch, won't do no same like hell no

Brand new Yeezy Boosts they kick you in yo face, you go

If you got pepper spray you better back up you ain't a foe

I be the richest, I be the richest

I got an ole bad bitch and she my Mrs

I want to kiss it, I want to lick it

I want to bend that muhfucker over and let's get it

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]

Okay I might pull out in a 'Rarri yea (skrrrt)

I got to get my dough, I stack my money yea

Looking at my chain white gold, I'mma just call some names

Now my old bitch salty yea, she keep calling me

Swerve around that bitch, while she walking, aye

Diamonds on my wrist clearer than Blu-Ray yea

Had to get up and go get it, it was no other way yeah

Now a days me and my brother, we hotter than summer days yea

Told your bitch suck on the head and I nut in your mother's face

Yeah, Me and Thugger do so well on Earth

Cause we from outer space

Like boy you so bummy don't talk about money

We got the cake

Like boy you so bummy don't talk about money

We got the cake

[Chorus: Young Thug]

My lil' nigga poppin' at your brain like yea hoe

My nigga we switch, won't do no same like hell no

Brand new Yeezy Boosts they kick you in yo face, you go

If you got pepper spray you better back up you ain't a foe

I be the richest, I be the richest

I got an ole bad bitch and she my Mrs

I want to kiss it, I want to lick it

I want to bend that muhfucker over and let's get it

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]

You told me that bitch was cool, that bitch was loose

Pull up in my Yeezy Boosts

Ya I don't follow no rules

Ya my car it don't got no roof

Ya hit her so hard she gon' sue

Ya that lil' bitch she not new

Ya Rick Owens all on my shoes

Ya your bitch stuck to me like glue

Counting the money, counting the money, now I'm the man in my city

Fuck with some C's, fuck with big B's, driving around in a Bentley

Went to the hood, got a lil' bitch, bet you Lil' Uzi gon' hit her

Lil' Uzi leave that bitch dripping

She mad at me pull out Remy

Smoking this gas, popping these Xans

Ya you know I'm a lean sipper

Ain't about money why is you talkin'?

I smack you right with my hand

Lil' Uzi cool like a fan ya

My new bitch she got a man ya

All these hoes they my fans ya

Walking around with all these bands ya

[Chorus: Young Thug]

My lil' nigga popping at your brain like yea hoe

My nigga we switch, won't do no same like hell no

Brand new Yeezy Boosts they kick you in yo face, you go

If you got pepper spray you better back up you ain't a foe

I be the richest, I be the richest

I got an ole bad bitch and she my Mrs

I want to kiss it, I want to lick it

I want to bend that muhfucker over and let's get it