Young Thug – We Are (2011) | Track profile | Dork

Young Thug – We Are (2011) | Track profile | Dork

Lyrics

We Are

[Intro]

Yeah

Yeah

Yay, Young Thug, bitch

ROC Crew, bitch

[Chorus]

These niggas ain't shit, baby, we are

And you might catch me with a hundred xans, Tar'

And I'm high as fuck, plus I'm shinin', star

Baby, we are, baby, we are

[Verse 1]

I'm a coach, I keep a red flag

Twenty-twelve 'Cat, Big copped the red Jag'

And I be in the coochie with Lil' Mikey and Big Smash

And I promise you can't stare at my jewelry, it's like a flash, ugh

You square like a graduation cap

And I guess I'm on a Six Flags ride 'cause I'm strapped

And the house is very large, you can spot it on the map

And the racks so very big so we keep 'em in the knap'

Sack, I am not whack

Please bring it back like I sent you to go get it

But don't come quickly like I sent you 'round the city

And if a nigga play he get beats, Nitti, ugh

And I've been thinkin' 'bout a whole lot of money

Which is the opposite of what you thinkin' which is a whole lot of nothin'

And y'all niggas doin' a whole lot of frontin'

But when I'm gunnin', man, you know I do a whole lot of bunnin'

[Chorus]

These niggas ain't shit, baby, we are

And you might catch me with a hundred xans, Tar'

And I'm high as fuck, plus I'm shinin', star

Baby, we are, baby, we are

These niggas ain't shit, baby, we are

And you might catch me with a hundred xans, no Tar'

And I'm high as fuck, plus I'm shinin', I'm a star

And we are, baby, we are

[Verse 2]

I'm so better than y'all, I mean all of y'all

Jump up and knock your ass over like a volleyball

Or I'll knock your ass down like a bowling pin

And this is Ace of Spades, that's a bowling pin

Boy, we came to win and y'all beginnin'

I left the club, they still swimmin', you and your women

And y'all still rentin', we steady buyin', bitch

And I bought a hundred watches, can't waste my time, bitch

Girl, you ain't a dime, bitch, you can't get a dime, bitch

Get off of my line, bitch, but it'd be a crime, bitch

Yup, I will have your mommy cryin', bitch

And she be actin' like a fan, so I hit her with that iron, bitch

And I've been wrappin' a whole lot of dummies

No friends sellin' but I been servin' a whole lot of dummies

You can call me fan 'cause I'm blowin' a whole lot of money

And your jewelry is cheesy, you got on a whole lot of sunny

[Chorus]

And these niggas ain't shit, baby, we are

And you might catch me with a hundred xans, Tar'

And I'm high as fuck, plus I'm shinin', star

Baby, we are, baby, we are

These niggas ain't shit, baby, we are

And you might catch me with a hundred xans, no Tar'

And I'm high as fuck, plus I'm shinin', I'm a star

Shit, we are, okay

[Verse 3]

I might be crazy

Kick the front door in and fuck your old lady

Kidnap your baby

"Bitch, where them racks at?"

By the way shouts out to Rackset, private jet

I ball hard and I ball smart

Which means I flood the club, lifeguard

You gon' need a lifeguard 'cause I'm at your throat, ho

And you need an extra band, can't rob me solo

I'm smokin' indo', I will leave you outdoors

With the dogs, bye, bye, y'all

I shot him up and watched him shrink and run, micro crawl

Then I picked him up and chopped him up, hello, hogs

And you been thinkin' about a whole lot of nothin'

Which is the opposite of what I'm thinkin' which is a whole lot of money

And y'all niggas doin' a whole lot of frontin'

But when I'm gunnin', man, you know I do a whole lot of bunnin'

[Chorus]

And these niggas ain't shit, baby, we are

And you might catch me with a hundred xans, Tar'

And I'm high as fuck, plus I'm shinin', star

Baby, we are, baby, we are

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