[Chorus: Young Thug]
Count it up with my boys
Ran it up with my boys
Whip bandanas with my boys
East Atlanta them my boys
Buy purple for my boys
Pass squirters to my boys
Young Scooter be my woadie
And I'm not from Magnolia
But I fuck her with my boys
I mingle with my boys
I'm living with my boys
And I can tell you I know it
I can tell, I swear to God
I can tell

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
If you ain't my boy
You need to get the fuck from 'round here
Don't need you in my presence, nigga
I can tell who you is
Thugger, that's my boy
You witness me fuck up a whole mill
Street money, nigga, I ain't got no fucking record deal
Leaning like a fool, point punched [?] from doctor Phil
Take a good look at my ice, it's all real
Took a look back at my life
Don't know how I live
I let my boy, D.D., by street, you know he kill
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