Lyrics Aye - Young Thug, Rich Homie Quan

Aye

Thugger Thugger, my brother, brother
These niggas in trouble, trouble
You green as a soldier,
I cashed out, it ain’t stolen
Heyyy, got that gold Rollie poly
On my wrist, I can tote it, with my wrist I can roll it
Heyyy, that pistol stay fully loaded
I take your necklace, then sport it, I got your bitch, she all on it
Heyyy
Ooh, ooh, oohooh, Heyy
Ooh, ooh, oohooh, Heyyyeah
I walked in with a 40
I talk nothin' but money, YSL the rich homies
I put that old school on buttons
Don’t come if you ain’t fuckin', fuck nigga, no I can’t trust him
Lil Scrappy, yo head, I bust it
I was trappin', I couldn’t get busted
Had packages on them buses
I’m rappin', I came from nothin'
I got 'em like, «What, what?
Aye»
Money on your head, nigga so don’t play
With who?
With me, I stay with a Glock, 40 G, every day
Thugger still ridin' with the chop
Red on the beam, won’t stop me from shooting you