Young Thug - Again lyrics

[Intro] n***a, turn up It's GuWop Trap house bunkin' Trap house mansion Yeah, right on Flat Shoals Exit, n***a We got London on da Track [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I'm pourin' fours and sh**, I need to just put a deuce in Car cost four-hundred-thou' and I put a roof in My n***a pot cook it so good he put his shoe in it n***a, it's a gangsta party, why f** is you in it? Head bust a microwave, sh**, didn't take him two minutes You know that there's some straps in the club, they let my crew in I might just do the Michael Vick man and cook it left hand If you ain't talkin' 'bout buyin' grams then I'm a deaf man I can make the dope do numbers, the Stacey Augmon I told my b**h to dye her hair red like Dennis Rodman If Gucci Mane got so much money then why he robbin'? We thirty deep, we come from the streets, n***a, we mobbin' [Hook: Young Thug] (It's Guwop), again Thugger and Guwop, again Chasin' that Guwop, again That's my lil whoadie, again We chasin that money baby, again We f**in' your hoe up baby, again And if you owe me baby, go head and show me baby Pull up and pour it I'mma go gold, let you know it I got gold on my rollie And I'm real right like a poet I look like a dope boy, I know it I know I'm gonna win it like Floyd I became an important lil' boy Money long like a sock with some shorts [Verse 2: Young Thug] My b**h white and she brown like port Ed-umacation abort, bookin' these dorks I jumped off the porch and went north Whipped you some dope full of narc-cotics YSL hardbody, I got 'bout 20 chickens in the lobby, baby Ride It, ride It Kawasaki, saki I don't speak english I f** that mouth, on the secret I'm the big homie, I'm leakin' Stick to the streets like I'm cement I don't need no change, you can keep it I don't want your verse on my remix No panties she my secret Got a hunnid bands on me I'm cheesin' This the sequel, lookin' down like an eagle [Hook: Young Thug] (It's Guwop), again Thugger and Guwop, again Chasin' that Guwop, again That's my lil whoadie, again We chasin that money baby, again We f**in' your hoe, again Pay if you owe me baby, go head and show me baby (yeah again) Pull up and pour it I'mma go gold, let you know it I got gold on my rollie And I'm real right like a poet I look like a dope boy, I know it I know I'm gonna win it like Floyd I became an important lil' boy Money long like a sock with some shorts You mean that b**h, she is not a super[?] She is s**ing, she is f**ing [?] yeah, yeah