Pussy Ass Bitch Young Thug (Ft. Loopy Ferrell)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Pull up and wet up the city don't care bout no feelings
I shoot at ya children
Pull up and kill him don't care bout no feelings
I pop out and shoot at the city
I'm cooking big birds and chickens
I pull up on tons of the tons of the midget
I'm going far as a star, you afraid of heights, the sky is my limit
Your bitch is sweet like a lemon
Heeeeeeey, I'ma move you up to Beverly but not the center
Heeeeeeey, Young Thug gon bite that fish just like it's tenders
The way I'ma give ya number to nare one of my members
Hannah Montana, banging a red bandana
Ten thousand dollar toe ring right inside of my sandal
My bitch have no manners
She ride with the danner, she'ont give no fuck bout no camera
She got her a lawyer, not goin to the slammer
Plus she did trial in the Phantom
Ima pull up, leave it running I walk in the club don't play I snuck the gun in
My bitch think she dreaming cuz I grabbed the Tommy she thought that I grabbed on my stomach
Cook so much dope it's startin'a look just like Comet, it could make a young kid vomit
Catch a damn ho hook her up to phonics, I'm speaking ironic

[Hook: Ferrari Ferrel]
You ain't nothing but a motherfucking pussy ass bitch
A pussy ass bitch
Lil fake lil stank ass, pussy ass bitch
Pussy ass bitch
I done ask around town and they say you a bitch
Old punk ass
You done walk around the city with your head up high
Pussy ass bitch
You ain't nothing but a pussy
Pussy ass bitch
You ain't nothing but a pussy
Pussy ass bitch
You ain't nothing but a pussy ass nigga lil bitch
You ain't nuttin but a pussy
Pussy ass bitch
Punk ass bitch!