Young Thug ft. Maaly Raw – Yea Hoe Lyrics

Thugger, Uzi, brrt

(Chorus – Young Thug)
My lil ni**a popping at your brain like yea hoe
My ni**a we switch, won’t do no same like hell no
Brand new Yeezy Boosts they kick you in your face, you go
If you got pepper spray you better back up you ain’t a foe
I be the richest, I be the richest
I got an ole bad bi**h and she my Mrs
I want to kiss it, I want to lick it
I want to bend that muhf**ker over and let’s get it

(Verse 1 – Lil Uzi Vert)
Ok I might pull out in a Rarri yea
I got to get my dough, I stack my money yea
Looking at my chain white gold, I’mma just call some names
Never mind your bi**h salty yea
She keep calling me
Swerve around that bi**h while she walking, aye
Diamonds on my wrist clearer than Blu-Ray
Had to get up and go get it, it was no other way
Now a days me and my brother, we hotter than summer days
Told your bi**h s**k on the head and I nut in your mother’s face
Me and Thugger do so well on Earth cause we from outer space
Like boy you so bummy don’t talk about money, we got the cake
Like boy you so bummy don’t talk about money, we got the cake

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – Lil Uzi Vert)
You told me that bi**h was cool, that bi**h was loose
Pull up in my Yeezy Boosts
Ya I don’t follow no rules
Ya my car it don’t got no roof
Ya hit her so hard she gon sue
Ya that lil bi**h she not new
Ya Rick Owens all on my shoes
Ya your bi**h stuck to me like glue
Counting the money, counting the money, now I’m the man in my city
F**k with some Z’s, f**k with big b, driving around in a Bentley
Went to the hood, got a lil bi**h, bet you Lil Uzi gon hit her
Lil Uzi leave that bi**h dripping
She mad at me pull out Remy
Smoking this gas, popping these Xans, ya you know I’m a lean sipper
Ain’t about money why is you talkin? I smack you right with my hand
Lil’ Uzi cool like a fan ya
My new bi**h she got a man ya
All these hoes they my fans ya
Walking around with all these bands ya

(Repeat Chorus)