Bituation Block 125 (Ft. MPA Wicced & Young Thug)

[Intro: Young Thug]
You know
I went and got me three of those motherfuckers (Blocks)
Then call me 125, you know what I'm sayin'?
I really wanna get Wicked but I'm through with the thuggin'

[Chorus: Young Thug]
What's the situation? Where the bituation?
What's the bituation? Where the bituation
What's the situation? Where the situation?
Where the bituation? Where the bituation?
Racks on me, these a bituation
Money on me, that's a bituation
Pesos on me, this a bituation
No more lean, that's a scary bituation
Eight and a half (What?), the eight and a half
These sticks like what? Eight and a half
These bullets like what? Eight and a half
My shoe size, eight and a half
Bitches stacked up like eight and a half
Midgets stacked up like eight and a half
Yeah, yeah, eight and a half

[Verse 1: MPA Wicced]
What's the fuckin' situation?
Rockin' Marc Jacobs, no laces
With a bad bitch, she's a Asian
She so pretty with her fuckin' braces
Damn, her head game so amazing
That's why my bitch, she stay in the latest
His and her California 'Rari
Crank 'em up, baby, let's go and race it
Blue hundreds on me like I was Chase
Flashin' watches up your pussy rate
Too many hundreds, I can't calculate
You get on my nerves, you can't have that, bae
I only fuck, I don't do dinner dates
Too busy runnin' in the rack race
It's Ferragamo, you cheapskate
Bitch, my name hold heavy weight
'Member choppin', came up on the plate
Now I'm in Italy eatin' cheesecake
I ain't gotta sell no dope no more
My brother Thugga let me through the door
They say they ain't mad but it'll show
I bought the Phantom, drive it open door
My bitch hold a umbrella
Shit, I'm just bein' a asshole, huh