London On Da Track - Red Sox lyrics

[Verse 1: Juvenile] I take it, you n***as think I'm a fake It's all in your face, I can see ya hate I ain't doing good, I'm doing great We been living in the ghetto to estates You a p**y n***a, you ain't gon' relate But these b**hes gon' do what a n***a say I start with A and then end with a K I'm home these b**hes get in the way Man, I hunt a n***a down with the choppa Circle round this whole town like a helicopter Down for whatever, coke, pounds or whatever I was raised in a broken house, I know no better n***a put in the bag, boy you a f*g I knew my mamma very well, I ain't know my dad Camouflage rags up in the air Got some soldiers over here, soldiers over there Bust a n***a in the club, he need Obamacare I bet I put you in the grave before your mama there Peeling off in the Rover ya'll saw me Got to send ' em shout out to the drunkest young boy Lil' n***a with a trunk full of narcotic I got every pill except an antibiotic ''S'' on my chest got me feeling bionic You can roll a n***a in paper, I'm chronic [Hook: Young Thug] H-o-t Boy, ready to d-i-e (on blood!) H-o-t Boy, n***a catch 'em Hy!-beats I ain't advertising but you can try hire me Okay now throw up what you bangin' If you in the hood, you need to be slangin' n***a run it to the top, get the guap Run it to the top, while y'all flock Hey, I'm banging red like a Red Sox Yeah, I'm banging red like a Red Sox [Bridge: Young Thug] p**y n***a it's your time to die, n***a d**h o'clock n***a, n***a I'm heating it's a fed clock Yeah Juvie, I say yeaaah Juvie [Verse 2: Young Thug] Lord Of The Ring my n***a, I'm bleedin' I'm fiendin' my n***a Hey I'm fiendin' for digits and millions n***a smokin' green, racks stacked up like green tree Living life like my new single, cash out like Charlie Sheen (cash!) I sell collard greens, spend the profit on jelly beans You soft n***a, jolly feet, sold many d**, n***a gotta eat Sneakin' and geekin', a pull up on weekends, I f** on the deacon's daughter The cousin, the bousin, the mother, the father The Uncle, the aunt, I roll up a blunt Bring out the remix of Stoner, I call it The Stunt I won't tell you once, we eatin', we feastin', we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch! [Hook: Young Thug] H-o-t Boy, ready to d-i-e (on blood!) H-o-t Boy, n***a catch 'em Hy!-beats I ain't advertising but you can try me Okay now throw up what you bangin' If you in the hood, you need to be slangin' n***a run it to the top, get the guap Run it to the top, while y'all flock Hey, I'm banging red like a Red Sox Yeah, I'm banging red like a Red Sox