Red Sox lyrics - Juvenile (with Young Thug)
[Juvenile:] I take it, you niggas 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 pussy nigga, you ain't gon' relate But these bitches gon' do what a nigga say I start with A and then end with a K I'm home these bitches get in the way Man, I hunt a nigga 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 Nigga put in the bag, boy you a fag 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 nigga 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' nigga with a trunk full of narcotic I got every pill except an antib