Red Sox Lyrics - Juvenile

[Verse 1: 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 antibiotic 

''S'' on my chest got me feeling bionic 

You can roll a nigga in paper, i'm chronic 

[Hook: Young Thug] 

H-o-t Boy, ready to d-i-e (on blood!) 

H-o-t Boy, nigga catch 'em Hy!-beats 

I ain't advertising but you can try hire me 

Ok now throw up what you banging 

If you in the hood, you need to be slanging 

Nigga run it to the top, get the guap 

Run it to the top, while y'all flock 

Hey, I'm banging red like a Red Sox 

Yeah, I'm banging red like a Red Sox 

[Bridge: Young Thug] 

Pussy nigga is your time to die, nigga death o'clock 

Nigga, nigga i'm heating it's a fed clock 

Yeah Juvie, I say yeaaah Juvie 

[Verse 2: Young Thug] 

Lord Of The Ring my nigga, I'm bleedin' I'm fiendin' my nigga 

Hey I'm fiendin' for digits and millions 

Nigga smokin' green, racks stacked up like green tree 

Living life like my new single, cash out like Charlie Sheen (cash!) 

I sell collar greens, spend the profit on jelly beans 

You soft nigga, jolly feet, sold many drugs, nigga gotta eat 

Sneakin' and geekin', a pull up on weekends, I fuck on the deacon's daughter 

The cousin, the bousin, the mother, the father 

The Uncle, the aunt, I roll up a blunt 

Bring out the remix of Stoner, I call it The Stunt 

I won't tell you once, we eatin', we feastin', we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch!