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Who by Future [Intro: Future]
Foreign cars everywhere
Bad b**ches everywhere
Take the tool everywhere
We make this money everywhere
Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
These niggas straight outta the hood
They going to Paris
That whip that we whipping exotic
These b**ches exotic on gas
(Metro Boomin want some more nigga)
[Hook: Young Thug]
Pull up in, and hop out a foreign car
And I’m getting trailed by a foreign broad (oh)
I’m living life like an Avatar
I got a stick when I pull up on y’all (oh)
Who the f**k think I’m a sucka?
Who the f**k think I won’t pull up and let loose?
(who the f**k? who the f**k?)
I got three b**ches with me
I’ma pull up on Bleveland, they gon’ f**k with the crew
(buenos dias aye)
Who gonna stop me now? Who’s gonna stop me now?
Who’s gonna stop me, boy? who? (woo)
I can’t get all of you, somebody come with me
Just in case you can tie shoes (woo)
How many times have I told you
If you don’t f**k everyone that’ll be rude? (rude)
How many times have i told you
To bring me me bags and you could be cool?
[Verse 1: Future]
Check Gang
Let’s have a moment of silence for niggas
Ain’t round with us (ha, ah, ah)
Doing booking, come through (hoo)
Splash on niggas, on the gas on niggas (yea)
In Milan eating fettuccine
Front row with the fashion show niggas (hoo)
f**k around and go buy a Lamborghini (hoo, hoo, hoo)
I’m going NASCAR on niggas (hoo, hoo)
Puffing on the la la (yea)
I’ve been the fly guy when niggas rocked IZOD
I’m moving chickens like Popeye (oh)
Old money, new money
Nigga never getting old, threw a young nigga rock (hoo)
Cooking up the raw dope right now
Cooking up the raw dope right now
Used to break down a whole ounce
Used to break down a whole ounce
I gotta weigh the money up now
It’s taking too long for me to count
Decisions, decisions
You f**king with me, that’s a head on collision
Them MACS and them TECS and the FN’s , then 9s (brr)
We hustled, we struggled, we made it and grind
Nigga this Avatar
Aye the Young Thug going Brazy
Young Thug going Brazy! (try me)
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Hanna Montana! Banging in red bandanas (blatt, blatt)
They wanna f**k on me
Cause I get choppas with ammo (strrt)
Niggas gon’ hate on me
Cause I’m at the top with bro though (ooh)
Head Honcho
Hold up
Kick in your mom door
Shoot with the 4 4 (five)
Hell is you doing?
Hold up, wait, I can’t breathe, nigga
Half a mil’ I done took on my street nigga (swear to god)
All white, Thug fit, I won’t eat, nigga (skrrt)
Run off with them keys, I won’t see them niggas (skrrt)
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 niggas gon’ eat
I keep racks and all of my niggas gon’ eat (eat)
Where’s Tar? Man I need me some XANS
I just left the beach and I’m having all the sand (hey)
[Hook: Young Thug]
Pull up in, and hop out a foreign car
And I’m getting trailed by a foreign broad (oh)
I’m living life like an Avatar
I got a stick when I pull up on y’all (oh)
Who the f**k think I’m a sucka?
Who the f**k think I won’t pull up and let loose?
(who the f**k? who the f**k?)
I got three b**ches with me
I’ma pull up on Bleveland, they gon’ f**k with the crew
(buenos dias aye)
Who gonna stop me now? Who’s gonna stop me now?
Who’s gonna stop me, boy? who? (woo)
I can’t get all of you, somebody come with me
Just in case you can tie shoes (woo)
How many times have I told you
If you don’t f**k everyone that’ll be rude? (rude)
How many times have i told you
To bring me me bags and you could be cool?