Hoodie Lyrics
[Intro: Young Thug]
(Southside on the track, yeah)
Yeah, that's my buddy, buddy
What about (Metro)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
That's my buddy, buddy, drinkin' on the muddy
Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it
Make sure you let hurt spirits hunt on it
Put the dick all in as our ribs end up gutted
Drake and Kid Cudi actin' all slutty in front company
Trayvon hoodie, know it's all goodie
Don Juan pimpin' bitches, black tees, hoodies
Durag business
[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
Lookin' all funky, but savin' all your cookies
Act to the right, red for the rookies
Ass on the right, hand on her left
Bunch of wealthy rich guys like I sell it (Yeah, like I sell it)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
And you was supposed to call me back
But I'm glad you didn't 'cause I got busy
I just got a call, one of my brothers got whacked
It was time to rise, lit the sticks in them masses
You know if I pass, you won't get a call back and
I won't hit you back, you never could've imagined
Round of applause, you think you winnin' the battle
Mama say she look at my eyes and see a casket
Daddy said he looked at my eyes, he see a bastard
I look in his eyes and I see a future pastor
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Funny niggas tryna be cool, you're a actor
No, I don't wanna lose to a Casper
I was rockin' Jimmy Choo's on my first tour
I still was thinkin' like a fool on my first tour
Now I'm on my worst tour
[Chorus: Young Thug]
That's my buddy, buddy, drinkin' on the muddy
Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it
Make sure you let hurt spirits hunt on it
Put the dick all in as our ribs end up gutted
Drake and Kid Cudi actin' all slutty in front company
Trayvon hoodie, know it's all goodie
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