Hoodie (feat. BSlime & Lil Gotit)歌词

Southside on the track, yeah
Yeah, that's my buddy, buddy
What about (Metro)

That's my buddy, buddy, drinkin' on the muddy
Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it
Make sure you let hurt spirits hunt on it
Put the dick all in, is our ribs and I gut it
Drinkin', Kid Cudi, actin' all slutty in front company
Trade five hunnid, know it's all good and
Done while pimpin' bitches, black tees, hoodies
Durag business

Lookin' all funky, but savin' all your cookies
Act to the right, red for the rookies
Ass on the right, hand on her left
Bunch of wealthy rich guys like I sell it (Yeah, like I sell it)

And you was supposed to call me back
But I'm glad you didn't 'cause I got busy
I just got a call while my brothers got whacked
It was time to rise, lit the sticks in them masses
You know if I pass, you won't get a call back and
I won't hit you back, you never could've imagined
Round of applause, you think you winnin' the battle
Mama say she look at my eyes and see a casket
Daddy said he looked at my eyes and see a bastard
I look in his eyes and I see a future pastor
Funny niggas tryna be cool, you're a actor
No, I don't wanna lose to a Casper
I was rockin' Jimmy Choo's on my first tour
I still was thinkin' like a fool on my first tour
Now I'm on my worst tour

That's my buddy, buddy, drinkin' on the muddy
Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it
Make sure you let hurt spirits hunt on it
Put the dick all in, is our ribs and I gut it
Drinkin', Kid Cudi, actin' all slutty in front company
Trade five hunnid, know it's all good and
Done while pimpin' bitches, black tees, hoodies
Durag business

Rich stepper, let's begin, I got a million on the coast
Thousand better, thousand shooters
Y'all, I been on C-Low
Cash pryer, let her cash it in and left her with a note
Never beat, niggas, ain't ever-ever (No)
Pooh-manji, we devise, we like to swap buy (We like to swap buy)
Droptop, we pushin' P, she got a cockeye, cockeye
Sham, bangin' rows, they brung the prop' side (Prop' side)
Ain't no switchin' sides, I'm with the gas shit 'til I pass out

Now they say they feelin' us (Yeah), but reality, they ain't as big as us (Nah)
**** her every night, I know fo' sure, she catchin' many nuts (Body count)
Call in, they still sendin' boxes right through just like a PIzza Hut
Put it on, then eat it up, flooded down as my pieces up
Drop the top, you stab me in the wind
I be feelin' like a DJ when I tell her spin (Three sixty)
Ran up all these millions so I went, copped another bitch (Skrrt)
Don't let my ****in' brother near my Rolex
You're not my twin (Kid, Kid)

That's my buddy, buddy, drinkin' on the muddy
Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it
Make sure you let hurt spirits hunt on it
Put the dick all in, is our ribs and I gut it
Drinkin', Kid Cudi, actin' all slutty in front company
Trade five hunnid, know it's all good and
Done while pimpin' bitches, black tees, hoodies
Durag business

Lookin' all funky, but savin' all your cookies
Act to the right, red for the rookies
Ass on the right, hand on her left
Bunch of wealthy rich guys like I sell it
Like I sell it

[00:00.386][Intro: Young Thug]
[00:00.914]Southside on the track, yeah
[00:03.306]Yeah, that's my buddy, buddy
[00:05.966]What about (Metro)
[00:09.439][Chorus: Young Thug]
[00:10.234]That's my buddy, buddy, drinkin' on the muddy
[00:13.717]Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it
[00:16.654]Make sure you let hurt spirits hunt on it
[00:19.570]Put the dick all in, is our ribs and I gut it
[00:22.244]Drinkin', Kid Cudi, actin' all slutty in front company
[00:26.504]Trade five hunnid, know it's all good and
[00:30.227]Done while pimpin' bitches, black tees, hoodies
[00:32.400]Durag business
[00:33.733][Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
[00:34.002]Lookin' all funky, but savin' all your cookies
[00:36.399]Act to the right, red for the rookies
[00:39.066]Ass on the right, hand on her left
[00:41.995]Bunch of wealthy rich guys like I sell it (Yeah, like I sell it)
[00:45.180][Verse 1: Young Thug]
[00:45.712]And you was supposed to call me back
[00:51.094]But I'm glad you didn't 'cause I got busy
[00:54.009]I just got a call while my brothers got whacked
[00:56.930]It was time to rise, lit the sticks in them masses
[00:59.610]You know if I pass, you won't get a call back and
[01:02.270]I won't hit you back, you never could've imagined
[01:06.258]Round of applause, you think you winnin' the battle
[01:08.134]Mama say she look at my eyes and see a casket
[01:11.322]Daddy said he looked at my eyes and see a bastard
[01:14.242]I look in his eyes and I see a future pastor
[01:16.648]Funny niggas tryna be cool, you're a actor
[01:19.852]No, I don't wanna lose to a Casper
[01:22.834]I was rockin' Jimmy Choo's on my first tour
[01:25.478]I still was thinkin' like a fool on my first tour
[01:28.150]Now I'm on my worst tour
[01:30.015][Chorus: Young Thug]
[01:30.282]That's my buddy, buddy, drinkin' on the muddy
[01:32.674]Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it
[01:35.852]Make sure you let hurt spirits hunt on it
[01:38.510]Put the dick all in, is our ribs and I gut it
[01:41.210]Drinkin', Kid Cudi, actin' all slutty in front company
[01:44.142]Trade five hunnid, know it's all good and
[01:47.594]Done while pimpin' bitches, black tees, hoodies
[01:51.086]Durag business
[01:52.961][Verse 2: BSlime]
[01:53.244]Rich stepper, let's begin, I got a million on the coast
[01:55.871]Thousand better, thousand shooters
[01:57.736]Y'all, I been on C-Low
[01:58.536]Cash pryer, let her cash it in and left her with a note
[02:00.941]Never beat, niggas, ain't ever-ever (No)
[02:03.891]Pooh-manji, we devise, we like to swap buy (We like to swap buy)
[02:06.575]Droptop, we pushin' P, she got a cockeye, cockeye
[02:09.236]Sham, bangin' rows, they brung the prop' side (Prop' side)
[02:11.910]Ain't no switchin' sides, I'm with the gas shit 'til I pass out
[02:15.360][Verse 3: Lil Gotit]
[02:15.626]Now they say they feelin' us (Yeah), but reality, they ain't as big as us (Nah)
[02:18.320]**** her every night, I know fo' sure, she catchin' many nuts (Body count)
[02:20.977]Call in, they still sendin' boxes right through just like a PIzza Hut
[02:23.901]Put it on, then eat it up, flooded down as my pieces up
[02:26.321]Drop the top, you stab me in the wind
[02:30.054]I be feelin' like a DJ when I tell her spin (Three sixty)
[02:32.205]Ran up all these millions so I went, copped another bitch (Skrrt)
[02:34.090]Don't let my ****in' brother near my Rolex
[02:36.741]You're not my twin (Kid, Kid)
[02:38.359][Chorus: Young Thug]
[02:38.611]That's my buddy, buddy, drinkin' on the muddy
[02:40.735]Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it
[02:43.397]Make sure you let hurt spirits hunt on it
[02:46.330]Put the dick all in, is our ribs and I gut it
[02:49.032]Drinkin', Kid Cudi, actin' all slutty in front company
[02:51.960]Trade five hunnid, know it's all good and
[02:56.833]Done while pimpin' bitches, black tees, hoodies
[02:59.255]Durag business
[03:00.590][Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
[03:00.854]Lookin' all funky, but savin' all your cookies
[03:03.501]Act to the right, red for the rookies
[03:05.930]Ass on the right, hand on her left
[03:08.845]Bunch of wealthy rich guys like I sell it
[03:11.258]Like I sell it