The Hood Young Thug (Ft. Fetty Wap)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Ayy, hey
She from the hood but she got me so gone
Know what I'm talking about? Real hood hoe, for real
Ayy, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
She from the hood but she got me so gone (Hey)
And I’m just tryna see what type of shit you on (Hey)
Honestly what type of shit you on? (Hey)
She got me so gone (Woah, woah)
Got me callin' like three in the morn'
She from the hood, but she got me so gone (Yeah, yeah)
I’m on, alive, from the dark to the sun (Oh)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
My whole fam think she is a gold digger, hey (Hey)
But they don't know she just love what she gettin', hey (Yeah)
Skinny nigga, so my ice on my bones, hey (Hey)
I'm still promotin', go listen to Pick Up the Phone, hey (Woah)
Mixing Act with red, that's a bad call (Bet, nigga)
Say you won't, eyes on the fed, takin' bars ’til I dead walk
Wasps on my leg, big feet on my asphalt
Take a gram of molly, this shit look like some bath salt
Yeah nigga, NASA, I take off let the cash talk
All I see is stars in my cars in my back walk
Chokin’ while you talkin' nigga, mom gon’ forget ya
Upset stomach diarrhea gon' shit on her
Five, four, three two one this dick won't forget ya
Huh, hopped out the Rolls with some chains like slave, uh
Knock it out the park like a motherfuckin' Brave
Hopped in the Benz, [?] in the day
550, he don’t know what to say
Headlining all my shows, startin' today
Hoe, you just gotta Rolls why you late?
Hey, hey, hey