Young Thug — Stick Up Robbery

[Intro] (I'm in London, got my beat from London) [Chorus] Bitch, this a stick up I got my bricks up Knockin' her walls loose, just like a speaker I'm with the dawgs too, we doin' pickups Shootin' your blocks up Yeah, that's real love Yeah, that's real love That be that real love That's, that's real love This is just real love All these god damn thots on me I got tattoos from my hairline to my knees Do it trilla This is real love This is real love This be that real love He gon' shoot at pussy niggas on his knees Rollin' over in the grass like the army [Bridge] Big Balencis on my ass cost a monte I been gettin' lots of cheese like I'm Parmesan I attend a party rockstars in front of me Rose feet GLE do the dash, baby, call me [Refrain] Ayy, I got carrots outside, ayy King Tut with the tribe, ayy Keep the cutter, don't you try it, ayy Couple of these hunnids done expired [Verse 1] I get the backend, I been gettin' them racks in, yeah, uh I look like Black Ken and I'm fuckin' your thotty, yeah, uh Look at his head big, now he got him a gash in it, yeah, uh I get it drippin', killin' niggas, assassins, yeah (Hoo) These are O'Reilly's, these are Asante's (Hoo, hoo) They let me back in, I'm fly as Aladdin (Hoo, hoo) I could back in, I fly way too high I got black Dubais outside right now, hi I got grade A vice for a nice price I'm a pharmacy, yeah, I got pints They throw mercy in when all my guys shoot to the sky I can't go broke, I got racks 'til I die [Chorus] Bitch, this a stick up I got my bricks up Knockin' her walls loose just like a speaker I'm with the dawgs too, we doin' pickups Shootin' your blocks up Yeah, that's real love Yeah, that's real love That be that real love That's, that's real love This is just real love [Post-Chorus] Real love (Real love) Real love (Real love) Real love, real love (Real love) [Verse 2] Baby, pay your dues to a motherfuckin' boss Come and tie my shoes, I'm a motherfuckin' boss Bitch, go tie your tubes, I don't wanna slip up Bitch, go prostitute, bring me all of your bucks Gazelles on tuck, my handle's up Got bandit love and that's perfect to her Got seven hoes with us, got seven good lucks You narcs sus as fuck, your suspect up Yikes, I don't know why he spazzin', yeah I tied my ties with China white I tried to buy the second life I tried to fuck Lil Tunechi wife I wonder why she so uptight I never fucked lil' mama face I want to buy your artist rights I fucked a psychic in Dubai Then I took the private out Dubai No, it's surprising how she ride Got my Jesus pieces to Gods, oh yeah Majority of my style [Refrain] Ayy, I got carrots outside, ayy King Tut with the tribe, ayy Keep the cutter, don't you try it, ayy Couple of these hunnids done expired, ayy I got carrots outside, ayy King Tut with the tribe, ayy Keep the cutter, don't you try it, ayy Couple of these hunnids done expired [Outro] Yeah, that's real love That be that real love That's, that's real love This is just real love All these god damn thots on me I got tattoos from my hairline to my knees Do it trilla This is real love This is real love This be that real love He gon' shoot at pussy niggas on his knees Rollin' over in the grass like the army