lirik lagu future, young thug & gucci mane - who
foreign cars everywhere
bad b~tches everywhere, take the tool everywhere
we make this money everywhere
everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
these n~ggas straight outta the hood, they goin’ to paris
that whip that we whippin’ exotic, these b~tches exotic on gas (metro boomin want some more, n~gga)
pull up and hop out, a foreign car (whoo!)
and i’m gettin’ trailed by a foreign broad (ow)
i’m livin’ life like an avatar, i got a stick when i pull up on y’all (ow)
who the f~ck think i’m a sucka?
who the f~ck think i won’t pull up and let loose? (who the f~ck? who the f~ck?)
i got three b~tches with me
i’ma pull up on bleveland, they gon’ f~ck the crew
who gonna stop me now? who’s gonna stop me now?
who’s gonna stop me, boy? who? (whoo!)
i can’t get all of you, somebody come with me
just in case, you can tie shoes (whoo!)
how many times have i told you
if you don’t f~ck everyone, that’ll be rude? (rude)
how many times have i told you to bring me~me bags and you could be cool
check gang
let’s have a moment of silence for n~ggas ain’t ’round with us (’round with us, ’round with us)
(oh, oh, oh)
doin’ bookin’, come through (ooh)
splash on n~ggas, on the gas on n~ggas (yeah, ah)
in milan, eatin’ fettuccine (whoo!)
front row with the fashion show n~ggas (whoo!)
f~ck around and go buy a lamborghini (woo~woo)
i’m goin’ nascar on n~ggas (ay)
puffin’ on the la~la
i’ve been the fly guy when n~ggas rocked izod
i’m movin’ chickens like popeye (oh)
old money, new money
n~gga never gettin’ old, threw a young n~gga rock (whoo, rock)
cookin’ up the raw dope right now (right now)
cookin’ up the raw dope right now
used to break down a whole ounce (ounce)
i used to break down a whole ounce (ounce, ounce)
i gotta weigh the money up now
it’s takin’ too long for me to count (takin’ too)
decisions, decisions
you f~ckin’ with me, that’s a head on collision
them macs and them tecs and them fns, them .9s
we hustled, we struggled, we made it and grind (yeah)
n~gga this avatar
ay, the young thug goin’ brazy, young thug goin’ brazy (sheesh)
hannah montana, bangin’ in red bandanas, blatt, blatt
they wanna f~ck on me ’cause i keep choppas with ammo (shoot, shoot~shoot)
n~ggas gon’ hate on me ’cause i’m at the top with bro though (ooh)
head honcho, hold up, kicking your mom door, shoot with the .44
h~ll is you doin’?
hold up, wait, i can’t breathe, n~gga (slow down)
half a mil’ i done took on my street, n~gga (swept up)
all white, thug fit, i won’t eat, n~gga (shoot)
ran off with them keys, i won’t see them n~ggas
geeked up but the money geek
i run bands up on another street
best stylist in the world can’t dress me (no)
keep a pistol just in case he wanna test me, test me
i keep racks and all of my n~ggas gon’ eat
i keep racks and all of my n~ggas gon’ eat
where’s tar? man, i need me some xans
i just left the beach, i’m having all of the sand, hey
pull up and hop out, a foreign car (ow)
and i’m gettin’ trailed by a foreign broad
i’m livin’ life like an avatar, i got a stick when i pull up on y’all (ow)
who the f~ck think i’m a sucka?
who the f~ck think i won’t pull up and let loose? (who the f~ck? who the f~ck?)
i got three b~tches with me
i’ma pull up on bleveland, they gon’ f~ck the crew
who gonna stop me now? who’s gonna stop me now?
who’s gonna stop me, boy? who? (whoo!)
i can’t get all of you, somebody come with me
just in case, you can tie shoes (whoo!)
how many times have i told you
if you don’t f~ck everyone, that’ll be rude? (rude)
how many times have i told you to bring me~me bags and you could be cool
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