Yea Hoe lyrics

[Intro]
Thugger, Uzi, brrt

[Chorus: Young Thug]
My lil' n*gga popping at your brain like yea hoe
My n*gga we switch, won't do no same like hell no
Brand new Yeezy Boosts they kick you in yo face, you go
If you got pepper spray you better back up you ain't a foe
I be the richest, I be the richest
I got an ole bad b*tch and she my Mrs
I want to kiss it, I want to lick it
I want to bend that muhf*cker over and let's get it

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Okay I might pull out in a 'Rarri yea (skrrrt)
I got to get my dough, I stack my money yea
Looking at my chain white gold, I'mma just call some names
Now my old b*tch salty yea, she keep calling me
Swerve around that b*tch, while she walking, aye
Diamonds on my wrist clearer than Blu-Ray yea
Had to get up and go get it, it was no other way yeah
Now a days me and my brother, we hotter than summer days yea
Told your b*tch suck on the head and I nut in your mother's face
Yeah, Me and Thugger do so well on Earth
Cause we from outer space
Like boy you so bummy don't talk about money
We got the cake
Like boy you so bummy don't talk about money
We got the cake
[Chorus: Young Thug]
My lil' n*gga poppin' at your brain like yea hoe
My n*gga we switch, won't do no same like hell no
Brand new Yeezy Boosts they kick you in yo face, you go
If you got pepper spray you better back up you ain't a foe
I be the richest, I be the richest
I got an ole bad b*tch and she my Mrs
I want to kiss it, I want to lick it
I want to bend that muhf*cker over and let's get it

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
You told me that b*tch was cool, that b*tch was loose
Pull up in my Yeezy Boosts
Ya I don't follow no rules
Ya my car it don't got no roof
Ya hit her so hard she gon' sue
Ya that lil' b*tch she not new
Ya Rick Owens all on my shoes
Ya your b*tch stuck to me like glue
Counting the money, counting the money, now I'm the man in my city
f*ck with some C's, f*ck with big B's, driving around in a Bentley
Went to the hood, got a lil' b*tch, bet you Lil' Uzi gon' hit her
Lil' Uzi leave that b*tch dripping
She mad at me pull out Remy
Smoking this gas, popping these Xans
Ya you know I'm a lean sipper
Ain't about money why is you talkin'?
I smack you right with my hand
Lil' Uzi cool like a fan ya
My new b*tch she got a man ya
All these hoes they my fans ya
Walking around with all these bands ya
[Chorus: Young Thug]
My lil' n*gga popping at your brain like yea hoe
My n*gga we switch, won't do no same like hell no
Brand new Yeezy Boosts they kick you in yo face, you go
If you got pepper spray you better back up you ain't a foe
I be the richest, I be the richest
I got an ole bad b*tch and she my Mrs
I want to kiss it, I want to lick it
I want to bend that muhf*cker over and let's get it