Ay, f*ck that, f*ck that
(Metro in this bitch going crazy)
Yeah
Comin' out the Jonesboro, south (ay)
Nigga havin' golds all through they mouth
Life time goals (woo), rented through the roof (wha'?)
Pullin' out the Ghost (grah), make a nigga poof (grah)
Niggas talkin' shit but what is it to do?
I knew his big homie, nigga, and I got the proof
My spot is a army base and I got the proof
Send my bitch on vacay, put her in the coupe
Change the channel, I don't wanna see none these pussy niggas (nah)
I've been f*cking niggas' bitches and gettin' plenty figures
On the road to riches, ain't got the realest with us
Slaughter gang wit' me, nigga, knives, not a scissors
Street nigga with a bunch of lives like a tiger (yeah)
Y'all niggas just a bunch of dykes f*cking niggas
Nigga told and he was my homie, I can't miss him
Ain't nobody feel him
Tell me what you seen, what you saw
I done ran it up, I'm guessin' which broad
I'ma take 'em home tonight
I'm tryna see if I can take it home tonight
Seen a jawn gettin' shot at the light (yeah-yeah)
They got to arguin' over a new crack pipe (yeah-yeah-yeah)
I called the seamstress my pants ain't tight enough
None of my bitches tell me I'm not man enough
What the f*ck wrong with these broke ass niggas? Yeah
I told 'em tear it down
I'ma think you pocket watchin' don't look at my pants now
My diamonds louder than a f*cking ambulance now
Asked a bitch from the south line stand down
Runnin' through the projects, duckin' all the frauds, yeah
Got a nine in my pocket and not in my draws (woah-woah-woah)
Take off like a rocket with thirteen broads
Send a attic, put the racks in the walls
No need to talk to me, I'm big dawg (yeah)
I roll the windows up (yeah) and now they knowin' us
I'm no beginner, yuh, I got my stain up
I told her, "Giddy up"
We ran the train on her
Comin' out the Jonesboro, south (ay)
Nigga havin' golds all through they mouth
Life time goals (woo), rented through the roof (wha'?)
Pullin' out the Ghost (grah), make a nigga poof (grah)
Niggas talkin' shit but what is it to do?
I knew his big homie, nigga, and I got the proof
My spot is a army base and I got the proof
Send my bitch on vacay, put her in the coupe
(If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
(Metro)
Young Thug - Jonesboro Lyrics
Young Thug - Jonesboro Lyrics
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Ay, f*ck that, f*ck that
(Metro in this bitch going crazy)
Yeah
Comin' out the Jonesboro, south (ay)
Nigga havin' golds all through they mouth
Life time goals (woo), rented through the roof (wha'?)
Pullin' out the Ghost (grah), make a nigga poof (grah)
Niggas talkin' shit but what is it to do?
I knew his big homie, nigga, and I got the proof
My spot is a army base and I got the proof
Send my bitch on vacay, put her in the coupe
Change the channel, I don't wanna see none these pussy niggas (nah)
I've been f*cking niggas' bitches and gettin' plenty figures
On the road to riches, ain't got the realest with us
Slaughter gang wit' me, nigga, knives, not a scissors
Street nigga with a bunch of lives like a tiger (yeah)
Y'all niggas just a bunch of dykes f*cking niggas
Nigga told and he was my homie, I can't miss him
Ain't nobody feel him
Tell me what you seen, what you saw
I done ran it up, I'm guessin' which broad
I'ma take 'em home tonight
I'm tryna see if I can take it home tonight
Seen a jawn gettin' shot at the light (yeah-yeah)
They got to arguin' over a new crack pipe (yeah-yeah-yeah)
I called the seamstress my pants ain't tight enough
None of my bitches tell me I'm not man enough
What the f*ck wrong with these broke ass niggas? Yeah
I told 'em tear it down
I'ma think you pocket watchin' don't look at my pants now
My diamonds louder than a f*cking ambulance now
Asked a bitch from the south line stand down
Runnin' through the projects, duckin' all the frauds, yeah
Got a nine in my pocket and not in my draws (woah-woah-woah)
Take off like a rocket with thirteen broads
Send a attic, put the racks in the walls
No need to talk to me, I'm big dawg (yeah)
I roll the windows up (yeah) and now they knowin' us
I'm no beginner, yuh, I got my stain up
I told her, "Giddy up"
We ran the train on her
Comin' out the Jonesboro, south (ay)
Nigga havin' golds all through they mouth
Life time goals (woo), rented through the roof (wha'?)
Pullin' out the Ghost (grah), make a nigga poof (grah)
Niggas talkin' shit but what is it to do?
I knew his big homie, nigga, and I got the proof
My spot is a army base and I got the proof
Send my bitch on vacay, put her in the coupe
(If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
(Metro)
(Metro in this bitch going crazy)
Yeah
Comin' out the Jonesboro, south (ay)
Nigga havin' golds all through they mouth
Life time goals (woo), rented through the roof (wha'?)
Pullin' out the Ghost (grah), make a nigga poof (grah)
Niggas talkin' shit but what is it to do?
I knew his big homie, nigga, and I got the proof
My spot is a army base and I got the proof
Send my bitch on vacay, put her in the coupe
Change the channel, I don't wanna see none these pussy niggas (nah)
I've been f*cking niggas' bitches and gettin' plenty figures
On the road to riches, ain't got the realest with us
Slaughter gang wit' me, nigga, knives, not a scissors
Street nigga with a bunch of lives like a tiger (yeah)
Y'all niggas just a bunch of dykes f*cking niggas
Nigga told and he was my homie, I can't miss him
Ain't nobody feel him
Tell me what you seen, what you saw
I done ran it up, I'm guessin' which broad
I'ma take 'em home tonight
I'm tryna see if I can take it home tonight
Seen a jawn gettin' shot at the light (yeah-yeah)
They got to arguin' over a new crack pipe (yeah-yeah-yeah)
I called the seamstress my pants ain't tight enough
None of my bitches tell me I'm not man enough
What the f*ck wrong with these broke ass niggas? Yeah
I told 'em tear it down
I'ma think you pocket watchin' don't look at my pants now
My diamonds louder than a f*cking ambulance now
Asked a bitch from the south line stand down
Runnin' through the projects, duckin' all the frauds, yeah
Got a nine in my pocket and not in my draws (woah-woah-woah)
Take off like a rocket with thirteen broads
Send a attic, put the racks in the walls
No need to talk to me, I'm big dawg (yeah)
I roll the windows up (yeah) and now they knowin' us
I'm no beginner, yuh, I got my stain up
I told her, "Giddy up"
We ran the train on her
Comin' out the Jonesboro, south (ay)
Nigga havin' golds all through they mouth
Life time goals (woo), rented through the roof (wha'?)
Pullin' out the Ghost (grah), make a nigga poof (grah)
Niggas talkin' shit but what is it to do?
I knew his big homie, nigga, and I got the proof
My spot is a army base and I got the proof
Send my bitch on vacay, put her in the coupe
(If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
(Metro)
Writer: Jeffrey Williams, Leland Wayne
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC