Peewee Longway - Hell U Talking Bout lyrics

[Hook: Young Thug] I ain't playing no way, I got bands (hell you talking about) No Shawty lo I'm the man (hell you talking about) Them bricks right here wrapped in saran (hell you talking about) Hundred bands my motherf**ing pants (hell you talking about) Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout Hell you talking bout [Verse 1: Young Thug] You ain't talking about nothing, got a whole lot of birds He ain't got that thing, he a mahf**ing nerd He a mahf**in toilet, i'm a mahf**in turd? I'ma cash out on your b**h and she'll mahf**ing slurp Put my dick inside your drawers I'm all on I'm a kush rushing working dog Let my [?] tear down her wall I'm a goddamn motherf**ing boss I got goddamn motherf**ing sauce She ain't not goddamn motherf**ing shark But she got goddamn motherf**ing jaws Alphabetical order, I got hoes in alphabetical order I ain't scream but I got to slaughter her And if the b**h bad I might daughter her, you dig [Hook] [Verse 2: PeeWee Longway] OG gas bag I'm loaded down in cash TIP trying to whip some forgis got them showing my a** Got two hard on my dash I smash Baby say she want cash for this You ain't talking about nothing baby Longway'll pa** I'm the man in my town [?] like Bobby Brown I'm Molly Santana Brown [?] in my rollie Like Patrick Swayze there's a round Tip toes I'll stay down I ain't f**ing around with your a** Two guns I'm doubled down put the F&N on your a** If you still talking about friendship I ain't f**ing around All that [?] you a rooster now they ain't around No I don't want to hit that I smoking out the pound Nah girl I don't want to hit that you a nat-nat now [Hook] [Verse 3: Takeoff] Talking about pounds and bricks, Huh I speak no English Talking about cooking and wrapping and flipping them chickens my n***a you trippin' n***a we all know you snitching Thinking you gon' catch me slipping I post on the block I'm selling the rock I see the feds I'm jumping the fences Back to the trap thinking like damn what the f** these n***as plotting I feel the trap spot is hot I look out the window I knew these n***as plotting Helicopter's on top, SWATs around my house No Young Joc but it's going down [Hook]