Aye (feat. Young Thug & Rich Quan Homie)

Thugger Thugger, my brother, brother These niggas in trouble, troubleYou 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, HeyyyeahI walked in with a 40I talk nothin' but money, YSL the richhomies 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 youI add mud with the soda, I drink lean, never sober We lean like Morgan Freeman, Quan leanin' on my shoulder Ooh you niggas still green like a soldier I need me two like I'm poking Out at the concert, show 'em you clap it like Magnolia Ooh you need to show 'em you're the best at what you do I just took off, I'm on a mountain, girl no dew Ooh, said she wanna party Young Quan voice, I leave these bitches with no choice I don't eat pork, I drink Smart Water like a dork I'm not blowin' my money, lil' nigga, I'm not Scott Storch Bought a bitch a Birkin bag, inside it was a Yorkie You lil' nigga can't afford it