Juvenile feat. Young Thug – Red Sox Lyrics

(Verse 1 – Juvenile)
I take it, you ni**as think I’m a fake
It’s all in your face, I can see ya hate
I ain’t doing good, I’m doing great
We been living in the ghetto to estates
You a pu**y ni**a, you ain’t gon relate
But these bi**hes gon do what a ni**a say
I start with A and then end with a K
I’m home these bi**hes get in the way
Man, I hunt a ni**a down with the choppa
Circle round this whole town like a helicopter
Down for whatever, coke, pounds or whatever
I was raised in a broken house, I know no better
Ni**a put in the bag, boy you a fag
I knew my mamma very well, I ain’t know my dad
Camouflage rags up in the air
Got some soldiers over here, soldiers over there
Bust a ni**a in the club, he need Obamacare
I bet I put you in the grave before your mama there
Peeling off in the Rover ya’ll saw me
Got to send em shout out to the drunkest young boy
Lil ni**a with a trunk full of narcotic
I got every pill except an antibiotic
On my chest got me feeling bionic
You can roll a ni**a in paper, I’m chronic

(Chorus – Young Thug)
Hot Boy, ready to die, on blood!
Hot Boy, ni**a catch em high beats
I ain’t advertising but you can try hire me
Okay now throw up what you banging
If you in the hood, you need to be slanging
Ni**a run it to the top, get the guap
Run it to the top, while y’all flock
Hey, I’m banging red like a Red Sox
Yeah, I’m banging red like a Red Sox

(Bridge – Young Thug)
Pu**y ni**a it’s your time to die, ni**a death o’clock
Ni**a, ni**a I’m heating it’s a fed clock
Yeah Juvie, I say yeaaah Juvie

(Verse 2 – Young Thug)
Lord Of The Ring my ni**a, I’m bleedin I’m fiending my ni**a
Hey I’m fiending for digits and millions
Ni**a smoking green, racks stacked up like green tree
Living life like my new single, cash out like Charlie Sheen, cash!
I sell collard greens, spend the profit on jelly beans
You soft ni**a, jolly feet, sold many drugs, ni**a gotta eat
Sneaking and geeking, a pull up on weekends, I f**k on the deacon’s daughter
The cousin, the bousing, the mother, the father
The Uncle, the aunt, I roll up a blunt
Bring out the remix of Stoner, I call it The Stunt
I won’t tell you once, we eating, we feasting, we lunch
We lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch!

(Chorus – Young Thug)
Hot Boy, ready to die, on blood!
Hot Boy, ni**a catch em high beats
I ain’t advertising but you can try hire me
Okay now throw up what you banging
If you in the hood, you need to be slanging
Ni**a run it to the top, get the guap
Run it to the top, while y’all flock
Hey, I’m banging red like a Red Sox
Yeah, I’m banging red like a Red Sox

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