Young Thug Video (MV)

3 grams in my blunt, I'm so non chalant
I got red in my cup, but this not no hunt
Keep my foot on rappers ass, like a fuccin punt
I dont care about you hoes, I'm wit breaking hearts
Bitch I been bout a check, I said that from the start
Turn whatever to a trap, like a qwikie mart
I'm not from sandy springs, I'm from college park
And um eating these lil ants , Ima aardvark
Niggas say just trust em, that's the hard part
These bitches say that they love me, but too bad I'm smart
I gave my ponna all I had, n he left me dark
If I catch that nigga ass ima leave a fuccin mark
I can't trust these niggas
I can't trust these hoes no
I cant feel yall niggas
Yall must think I'm bozo
AMD I'm counting figures
Why yall all remain broke
It's been fucc these bitches
Cuz yall all want handouts!
I used think you cool, but l learned the rules
Fucc a bad yella bitch, broke hoes act rude
Dirty shoes too, asking what's the move
But you acting like a bum, it is not you
Smoking all the gas, How dare you?
Free my brother q, I do this shit for you
I cut some niggas off, now I'm making moves
Now you hating on my clothes, cuz this shit new
Flexing for these hoes making wrong moves
I can rap for these hoes bet they all choose
If I see a fool, ima let you lose
Niggas get to talking, now they on a noose!