[Intro: Young Thug]
T.I.P. and Young Thugger, nigga
Yeah, you know Tip bangin' nigga
Ain't nothing changed but the bezels and the rings
Watches and the chains
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Hey, your future my past, I shoot yo' hoe ass
Just like a bitch, I will do yo' hoe ass
My MAC-10 is intergalactic, what's crackin'?
You lookin' for action, I'll Pluto your ass
Lookin' for some trouble, what it do nigga?
I don't really need but a few niggas
And for the most part, I'm a cool nigga
But I'll stomp a mudhole into you, nigga, check it
The hoe shit you kick, I'm not wit' it
You pull it over there, I'ma mind my business
But if you come in my yard, disregard my gangsta
Will I aim that banger? Nigga find out, didn't he?
I put his ass in a box on timeout
For the wrong thought, blow a nigga mind out
You was talkin' all that shit, now what'chu cryin' 'bout?
When it go down, I'm the wrong one to rhyme 'bout, nigga
Say-say-say you did what? What cha lyin' 'bout, nigga?
I'm a front street nigga, you a wannabe nigga
Everybody know you don't want none of me, nigga
Armageddon for you, what it gonna be, nigga?
Hey, all I gotta do is make my plan
All the motherfucking games, I don't play my man
And if I slap his ass now in the mouth
Bet next time I see him, pussy nigga try to shake my hand
T.I.P. and Young Thugger, nigga
Yeah, you know Tip bangin' nigga
Ain't nothing changed but the bezels and the rings
Watches and the chains
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Hey, your future my past, I shoot yo' hoe ass
Just like a bitch, I will do yo' hoe ass
My MAC-10 is intergalactic, what's crackin'?
You lookin' for action, I'll Pluto your ass
Lookin' for some trouble, what it do nigga?
I don't really need but a few niggas
And for the most part, I'm a cool nigga
But I'll stomp a mudhole into you, nigga, check it
The hoe shit you kick, I'm not wit' it
You pull it over there, I'ma mind my business
But if you come in my yard, disregard my gangsta
Will I aim that banger? Nigga find out, didn't he?
I put his ass in a box on timeout
For the wrong thought, blow a nigga mind out
You was talkin' all that shit, now what'chu cryin' 'bout?
When it go down, I'm the wrong one to rhyme 'bout, nigga
Say-say-say you did what? What cha lyin' 'bout, nigga?
I'm a front street nigga, you a wannabe nigga
Everybody know you don't want none of me, nigga
Armageddon for you, what it gonna be, nigga?
Hey, all I gotta do is make my plan
All the motherfucking games, I don't play my man
And if I slap his ass now in the mouth
Bet next time I see him, pussy nigga try to shake my hand
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