[Intro: Young Thug]

You know

I went and got me three of those motherfuckers (Blocks)

Then call me 125, you know what I'm sayin'?

I really wanna get Wicked but I'm through with the thuggin'

[Chorus: Young Thug]

What's the situation? Where the bituation?

What's the bituation? Where the bituation

What's the situation? Where the situation?

Where the bituation? Where the bituation?

Racks on me, these a bituation

Money on me, that's a bituation

Pesos on me, this a bituation

No more lean, that's a scary bituation

Eight and a half (What?), the eight and a half

These sticks like what? Eight and a half

These bullets like what? Eight and a half

My shoe size, eight and a half

Bitches stacked up like eight and a half

Midgets stacked up like eight and a half

Yeah, yeah, eight and a half

[Verse 1: MPA Wicced]

What's the fuckin' situation?

Rockin' Marc Jacobs, no laces

With a bad bitch, she's a Asian

She so pretty with her fuckin' braces

Damn, her head game so amazing

That's why my bitch, she stay in the latest

His and her California 'Rari

Crank 'em up, baby, let's go and race it

Blue hundreds on me like I was Chase

Flashin' watches up your pussy rate

Too many hundreds, I can't calculate

You get on my nerves, you can't have that, bae

I only fuck, I don't do dinner dates

Too busy runnin' in the rack race

It's Ferragamo, you cheapskate

Bitch, my name hold heavy weight

'Member choppin', came up on the plate

Now I'm in Italy eatin' cheesecake

I ain't gotta sell no dope no more

My brother Thugga let me through the door

They say they ain't mad but it'll show

I bought the Phantom, drive it open door

My bitch hold a umbrella

Shit, I'm just bein' a asshole, huh

[Chorus: Young Thug]

What's the situation? Where the bituation?

What's the bituation? Where the bituation

What's the situation? Where the situation?

Where the bituation? Where the bituation?

Racks on me, these a bituation

Money on me, that's a bituation

Pesos on me, this a bituation

No more lean, that's a scary bituation

Eight and a half (What?), the eight and a half

These sticks like what? Eight and a half

These bullets like what? Eight and a half

My shoe size, eight and a half

Bitches stacked up like eight and a half

Midgets stacked up like eight and a half

Yeah, yeah, eight and a half

[Verse 2: Block 125]

All the pump fakin', nigga, what's the situation?

On the Ave with a nigga, call it Lil Haiti

Really sellin' bricks, got the bitch goin' brazy

Free Black, real nigga, what's the situation?

Got bricks on me right now sittin' waitin'

Six figures will turn into a safe

F.N. hit a nigga broad day

For a nine they don't play

In your mama driveway

Took a couple niggas out

In your mama driveway

Gettin' off that salt

On my neck, got a house

On my wrist, got bricks

In the trenches with this shit

And my nigga been rich

Hoppin' out with the sticks

On that dope boy shit

Brand new Presi' Rollie

And I flooded that bitch

Came up sellin' reggie

Now I control these bricks

Came up sellin' reggie

'Til I caught my first lick

[Chorus: Young Thug]

What's the situation? Where the bituation?

What's the bituation? Where the bituation

What's the situation? Where the situation?

Where the bituation? Where the bituation?

Racks on me, these a bituation

Money on me, that's a bituation

Pesos on me, this a bituation

No more lean, that's a scary bituation

Eight and a half (What?), the eight and a half

These sticks like what? Eight and a half

These bullets like what? Eight and a half

My shoe size, eight and a half

Bitches stacked up like eight and a half

Midgets stacked up like eight and a half

Yeah, yeah, eight and a half

[Verse 3: Young Thug]

Give me that pussy

I want the pussy, I want the pussy

I got skinny jeans on with a automatic filled up with bullets

Rappin' ass niggas on the trap with these trappin' ass niggas

Laced up blunts, got my hair to the back

If you not a slime, you're whack

And the MAC, know he clap at these niggas

Two guns up, nigga, Eastside

I don't know DMX, but I'ma ride

Racks in my pocket, got my legs tired

Shoot your hand, make it bleed, let your leg rise

If the nigga might tell, better let 'em out

If a pussy nigga slip then I let 'em slide

If he catch you down bad he gon' try to kill you

Yeah, he shootin' above your thighs, nigga

I want a forty-four birdies (What?)

I don't like po-po so I'm worthy

Wicced my dog, like Courage (Woo)

Put em on, A$AP, no Fergie

I'm like uh, uh, uh, uh, don't get discouraged

Let that F.N. do surgery

Young Thug a nurse

[Chorus: Young Thug]

What's the situation? Where the bituation?

What's the bituation? Where the bituation

What's the situation? Where the situation?

Where the bituation? Where the bituation?

Racks on me, these a bituation

Money on me, that's a bituation

Pesos on me, this a bituation

No more lean, that's a scary bituation

Eight and a half (What?), the eight and a half

These sticks like what? Eight and a half

These bullets like what? Eight and a half

My shoe size, eight and a half

Bitches stacked up like eight and a half

Midgets stacked up like eight and a half

Yeah, yeah, eight and a half