Jordan | Lyrics Nostre - Part 2
 

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[Verse 1: Camila Cabello]
Baby, what’cha say?
I ain’t here to, I ain’t here to conversate
Baby, I don’t play
From Miami, causin’ trouble in LA
Rowdy, Tennessee
If I don’t send for you, best not come for me
Jordan, twenty-three
Guarantee you’re gonna wanna leave with me

[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
I got that li-li-li-like

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
Woo, my God, you look good today
Woo, my God, you look good today, yeah
Back up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo’
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
Woo, my God, you look good today
You look good today, yeah
Oh my God

[Post-Chorus: Quavo & Camila Cabello]
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yeah

[Verse 2: Camila Cabello]
Ice cold like my drink
Lose your concentration when you take a sip, yeah (sip it, sip it)
Cyclone, make it spin
‘Cause all I, all I, all I, all I do is win

[Bridge: Camila Cabello]
Yeah, I’m cut like a diamond, I’m cold
4 A.M., bloom like a rose
Girls like the summer, we’re gold, uh

[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
We got that li-li-li-like

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through (yeah, yeah)
Woo, my God, you look good today
Woo, my God, you look good today, yeah
Back up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo’
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
Woo, my God (my God), you look good today
You look good today, yeah
Oh my God

[Post-Chorus: Quavo & Camila Cabello]
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yeah

[Verse 3: Quavo & Camila Cabello]
Oh my God, she’s so right, though (you know you’re so right)
Me and you, that’s a iso
Waist so small, look like lipo (li-lipo)
Moonwalk, my diamonds Michael (Mi-Michael)
She’s so fine, I call my best man (brr)
Ain’t no rings on her left hand (no rings)
I had a dream I was in quicksand (dream)
Then I woke up with the best plans (yeah)
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (yeah)
Smoke more green than Boston (green)
I make a play and call ’em (yeah)
Oh my God, she flossin’ (ooh)
On the cover of magazines
I’mma crown the queen (queen)
Bad and boujee, thick and pretty
I’m givin’ her wet dreams (ooh, yeah)
I’m the main reason why her friends like me (hey)
Havin’ her mad at me, tackle me like I’m an athlete (ooh, yeah)

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
Woo, my God, you look good today
Woo, my God, you look good today, yeah
Back up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo’
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
Woo, my God, you look good today
You look good today, yeah
Oh my God

[Intro: O’Shaunesy Harley & Lil Uzi Vert]
…because it’s the last ride ever gonna, that I’m ever gonna take at Astroworld
Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, f*ck her in the hallway
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy you learned the hard way
Not with all the talkin’, turned it to a closed case
Look, bullets got duller, and it’s vanilla, all white, that Plain Jane, yeah
The Rolls goin’ better, hundred or better
I took the money and flooded my bezel
You diamond to rock, computed the setting
VVS diamonds, they pop just like kettle
I popped a molly to get on my level
Rockin’ that Ricky and Raf, here my sweater
Yeah, Patek Philippe, it cloudy like Heaven
Met her at 10, f*cked that girl at 11
Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon?
Diamond tester, nigga, you better check it, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, f*ck her in the hallway (yeah)
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
On the south side of town gettin’ me a bald fade
Pass her some stuff, we can down it all, take (it’s lit)
No can’t trust her, she gon’ leave us all laced (laced)
Bust a bankroll in the club, where’s Chase? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like woah (yeah, yeah, alright)
Yeah they really want my soul (yeah)
That can never go (straight up)
Angel in the snow (what?)
Always leave me cold (iced)
Leave it on the floor (what?)
She slidin’ from the pole like woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put it on speed
You in ivory is all I need (skrrt)
All agree, we gon’ skip the tees, go bare like trees (trees)
It’s stuck in heat, we go with the dawgs and then we flee
Way this summer goin’ I might start my summer leave
Every young nigga get a check and get a team
Yeah, man’s on the front line ’cause man’s on his deen
No small faces, it’s just an AP beamin’

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Lil Uzi Vert]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, f*ck her in the hallway (yeah)
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie
Your sh*t rockless, my sh*t hockey goalie
You should gon’ hide it, man it’s too bad
Like a bald nigga still wearin’ du-rags, ha
Israeli guards, boy please be mindful
Don’t have words with me ’cause I got a mind full
I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld
Wanna know how I feel? Step into my minefield
Wanna know how pain feels? I got off my main pills
Bet my wifey stay close, she know I’m on my Bezos
Opioid addiction, pharmacy’s the real trap
Sometimes I feel trapped, Jordan with no Phil Jack
One year it’s Illuminati, next year it’s the Sunken Place
They don’t want me to change, nah, nigga run in place
I need someone else to make this drink, because
You don’t understand the juice to vodka ratio
That could satisfy a real drunk, guess what?
Never trust a bartender that don’t drink, bitch

[Outro: Kylie Jenner]
Bust down Rollies, bust down Rollies
And I told him I wanted to have a bust down baby

[Intro: O’Shaunesy Harley & Lil Uzi Vert]
…because it’s the last ride ever gonna, that I’m ever gonna take at Astroworld
Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, fuck her in the hallway
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy you learned the hard way
Not with all the talkin’, turned it to a closed case
Look, bullets got duller, and it’s vanilla
All white, that Plain Jane, yeah
The Rolls goin’ better, hundred or better
I took the money and flooded my bezel
You diamond to rock, computed the setting
VVS diamonds, they pop just like kettle
I popped a molly to get on my level
Rockin’ that Ricky and Raf, here my sweater
Yeah, Patek Philippe, it cloudy like Heaven
Met her at 10, fucked that girl at 11
Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon?
Diamond tester, nigga, you better check it, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah)
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
On the south side of town gettin’ me a bald fade (yeah)
Pass her some stuff, we can down it all, take (it’s lit)
No can’t trust her, she gon’ leave us all laced (laced)
Bust a bankroll in the club, where’s Chase? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like woah (yeah, yeah, alright)
Yeah they really want my soul (yeah)
That can never go (straight up)
Angel in the snow (what?)
Always leave me cold (iced)
Leave it on the floor (what?)
But she’s slidin’ from the pole like woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put it on speed
You and ivory is all I need (skrrt)
All agree, we gon’ skip the tees, go bare like trees (trees)
It’s stuck in heat, we go with the dawgs and then we flee
Way this summer goin’ I might start my summer leave
Every young nigga get a check and get a team
Yeah, man’s on the front line ’cause man’s on his deen
No small faces, it’s just an AP beamin’

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Lil Uzi Vert]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah)
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie
Your shit rockless, my shit hockey goalie
You should gon’ hide it, man it’s too bad
Like a bald nigga still wearin’ du-rags, ha
Israeli guards, boy please be mindful
Don’t have words with me ’cause I got a mind full
I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld
Wanna know how I feel? Step into my minefield
Wanna know how pain feels? I got off my main pills
Bet my wifey stay close, she know I’m on my Bezos
Opioid addiction, pharmacy’s the real trap
Sometimes I feel trapped, Jordan with no Phil Jack
One year it’s Illuminati, next year it’s the Sunken Place
They don’t want me to change, nah, nigga run in place
I need someone else to make this drink, because
You don’t understand the juice to vodka ratio
That could satisfy a real drunk, guess what?
Never trust a bartender that don’t drink, bitch

[Outro: Kylie Jenner]
We got bust down Rollies, bust down Rollies
And I told him I wanted to have a bust down baby

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Verse 1]
Look at them
Uh
How to make it in America
Real nigga, day one, ain’t a lot of us
Mom worked two jobs, it was hard for us
Me and sis made it out, now she proud of us
They ain’t teach me how to rap in those private schools
Wasn’t like my rich friends, had a lot to lose
Less money, less options, lot of rules
So when that first deal came it was opportune
And shawty got potential, I scout that
She say she in love, but I doubt that
Maybe it’s the drugs or the clout
I get love in the north, I get love in the south, yeah
Shawty claim she a feminist and her ex man feminine
God damn girl you know that he average
God damn girl you know I’m a savage

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Verse 2]
New money
Now I’m in the Benz truck with a new honey
Yeah, they said I wouldn’t make it
I’m like, "You funny"
Laughing at my haters like, "You dummies"
The night is young, girl what can you do for me?
Six figures, five shows, big ballin’
Look, I’m very important
I took a break, had some things I had to get sorted
I might retire in my prime like I’m M. Jordan
Table dancing in South Hampton
Use the wine glasses for dirty fantas
We coolin’ out in the whip and I done damn near smashed every girl on my list
KD at the three, Djokovic with the racket
Phelps in the pool, I’m like Speith at the masters
God damn girl you know you a bad bitch
God damn girl you know I’m a savage

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Bridge]
Another day in the U.S.A
Just another day in America
Kids from my hood look up to the drug dealers
The system set us up for failure
I just wanna make enough to pay dividends
Then invest in black businesses
They teach us to hate what we see in the mirror
But it can’t break our spirit

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Verse 1]
How do I live this sort of life
Pop champagne getting poured all night
I don’t want none of these niggas inside
Getting geeked up with a foreign dyke

[Hook]
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
Bitch get naked in a foreign
She whip me eggs in the mornin’

[Verse 2]
Bitch from the hills name Lauren
[?]
And she don’t like no
Tryna be everywhere I go
Acting like she fell in love
I just took off like a dub
Shawty salty than a mug
But I just ran out of fucks
Yeaaah, you know I got it
Touching on my body
You acting naughty
I like em naughty
That extra sloppy
That ain’t gon’ stop

[Hook]
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
Bitch get naked in a foreign
She whip me eggs in the mornin’
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get naked in a foreign
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
She whip me eggs in the mornin’

[Verse 2]
That bitch from the hood name Keisha
Brown skin and she look like Issa
[?] when I paint her face she look like Mona Lisa
Break down and roll my reefer
I want my cake and eat it
We do this every weekend
No pipe but shawty leaking
Well, you know I got it
Touching on my body
Is that your hobby?

[Hook]
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
Bitch get naked in a foreign
She whip me eggs in the mornin’
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get naked in a foreign
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
She whip me eggs in the mornin’

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Verse 1]
Look at them
Uh
How to make it in America
Real nigga, day one, ain’t a lot of us
Mom worked two jobs, it was hard for us
Me and sis made it out, now she proud of us
They ain’t teach me how to rap in those private schools
Wasn’t like my rich friends, had a lot to lose
Less money, less options, lot of rules
So when that first deal came it was opportune
And shawty got potential, I scout that
She say she in love, but I doubt that
Maybe it’s the drugs or the clout
I get love in the north, I get love in the south, yeah
Shawty claim she a feminist and her ex man feminine
God damn girl you know that he average
God damn girl you know I’m a savage

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Verse 2]
New money
Now I’m in the Benz truck with a new honey
Yeah, they said I wouldn’t make it
I’m like, “You funny”
Laughing at my haters like, “You dummies”
The night is young, girl what can you do for me?
Six figures, five shows, big ballin’
Look, I’m very important
I took a break, had some things I had to get sorted
I might retire in my prime like I’m M. Jordan
Table dancing in South Hampton
Use the wine glasses for dirty fantas
We coolin’ out in the whip and I done damn near smashed every girl on my list
KD at the three, Djokovic with the racket
Phelps in the pool, I’m like Speith at the masters
God damn girl you know you a bad bitch
God damn girl you know I’m a savage

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Bridge]
Another day in the U.S.A
Just another day in America
Kids from my hood look up to the drug dealers
The system set us up for failure
I just wanna make enough to pay dividends
Then invest in black businesses
They teach us to hate what we see in the mirror
But it can’t break our spirit

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Intro: DJ Teknikz & 2 Chainz]
See, we stacked down ’til we came up
And the same niggas we used to look up to
Now break bread with a nigga
Haha, Teknikz the muhfuckin’ DJ! Talk to em, Tit!
‘Member in school?
Teacher asked me what I want to be when I grow up, you know
You know, what I look up to
I told her I wanted to be the muhfuckin’ dopeman, you feel me?

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (yeah!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (okay!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (2 Chainz!)
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
As a young nigga, seen ‘em getting to the money
Told my mama, “One day I’ma be one of ‘em”
So many court dates, I’m damn near gone Sundays
Back in the day when ya safe was ya undies
And I can’t complain, I’m tryna take a plane to Onyx
Yeah I’m fly wit ya woman, I get high wit ya woman
They really can’t rap so these niggas started humming
As soon as they did, 12 start coming
You hear them drums? Give the drummer some
Nah (nah) for real, you need to give Drumma some
I looked up to the hustlas in the foreign cars
Who got that strong, Superman, that dun-ta-dun

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (yeah!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (yeah!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (2 Chainz!)
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley (okay)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I’m problematic, problem with the automatic
Close-knit shit, cut from a different fabric
Very necessary, d-boys are legendary
My Pops hustled, so do I, it’s hereditary
These niggas acting like girls, Tyler Perry stuff
Wanna get with me, I tell ‘em, “Neveruary 31st”
Under drugs, it was upstairs, say all I talk about
Is Gucci shoes, but I got more than one pair
One scale, two bales, and a cell phone
Give me two weeks, I turn this shit into the Velvet Room
Velvet rope, red carpet, inhaling smoke
Imagine getting awards just for selling dope

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley

[Verse 3: Dolla Boy]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Sip lean up, we drink out the gold bottles
New Vogues on Lacs like the old models
Wet paint, big feet, make it more hard
Came out the hood from a broken family
The streets was my teacher, they showed me no amnesty
Courts start attacking me, on top of that they adding fees
Stack cheese to stay up, but more important is lawyer fees
Coach said I was a point guard
But I’m posted up on the block and I go hard
Skills of a big man, nah, I’m a dope boy
Big bomb in the bushes, pistol in my ho car

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley

[Intro]
The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?)
She ain’t really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin’
Proper-talking, bitch

[Hook]
A nigga got pregnant, he was dickriding so much
The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?)
She ain’t really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin’
Fake proper-talking, bitch be like “Please pass the Backwood” (what?)
Trap boy Jack, I get the pack and run it back
What they say ’bout Guwop, stop the trap-shit, run it back
Big bro was a good boy, he sacked the quarterback
But I was just a hood-boy, bricks in my culdesac (brick)

[Verse]
Jordan number five, Gucci man, I’m still alive (whoa)
Domino, vamanos, pull up with a pie (domo)
Middle finger with the five, fuck the GBI (fuck ’em)
Mississippi, country nigga, crooked letter I (sip)
Matty with the eye, call me Patty with the pies (Patty)
I’m comin’ ov’, on the stove, look like I’m whippin’ rocks (skrrt)
Fuck her lookin in her eye, then I tell a lie
I’m leaving now, don’t tell her why, I just tell her “Bye” (bye)
Club full of side-hoes, giving the side-eye (side)
Pull up murk the parking lot, call it a drive-by (grrah)
She tired of the small-fry, she want the big guy (s’Gucci)
It’s a lot of niggas snitchin’, lot of niggas telling lies (liar)

[Hook]
A nigga got a pregnant, he was dickriding so much
The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?)
She ain’t really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin’
Fake proper-talking, bitch be like “Please pass the Backwood” (what?)
Trap boy Jack, I get the pack and run it back
What they say ’bout Guwop, stop the trap-shit, run it back
Big bro was a good boy, he sacked the quarterback
But I was just a hood-boy, bricks in my culdesac (brick)

[Intro]
Oh, y’all ain’t know this was a NickFRSH beat?
Don
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s JSDG with another banger
I’m hearin’ rumors and gossip
What?
Bitch
Uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m hearin’ rumors and gossip
Yeah, yeah
I’m hearin’ rumors and gossip
Yeah, yeah
I’m hearin’ rumors and gossip
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Never sell crack where yo’ momma rest at
When them people at her door I bet you gon’ regret that
Crackers wanna see my career take a setback
Can’t stop a nigga ballin’, Harden with the step back
Dirty cops pull you over, no ‘parent reason
Said they found a gun, but they ain’t tell us where they seen it
I know all my rights and they ain’t even care to read it
I got paid lawyers, you know I’m prepared to beat it
I always look like Neimans it’s a outlet in the projects
Where you get those truthly, I just found that in the closet
You heard about them Jordan’s that ain’t out yet, but I got it
You heard about them foreigns, they be jumpin’ in and out it
I just Piru the interior
This is go cruise through the area
This is getting spooky and scarier
They tryna shoot the superior
I live on the edge for the thrill
That’s why I move like the senator
My bitch got red on the heels
She told me them Louboutins is killin’ her
I’m goin’ head over heels
I needed a prayer, I recruited a minister
I’m mixin’ red with the pills
I pop out and hop out the coupe with Dillinger
I can’t afford to get caught with the steal, they tryna turn Q to a prisoner
I’m with my hitter, I told him to chill ’cause he was perusing on drillin’ ya

[Outro]
Never sell crack where yo’ momma rest at
When them people at her door I bet you gon’ regret that
Crackers wanna see my career take a setback
Can’t stop a nigga ballin’, Harden with the step back
Bitch
Bitch
Step back
Yeah
Never
So step back
Yeah, yeah
I’m hearin’ rumors and gossip
Huh?
Niggas can’t stop me, nigga
Yeah
Untouchable, nigga
Don
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
Oh you mad ’cause I’m stylin’ on you

[Verse 1: KXNG CROOKED]
"I gave you niggas the truth, huh? Huh?"
"And what’d you do with it?"
You ignored it and bought a bunch of fairy tales, huh? (uh, uh)
You niggas losing it
I coulda’ did it for the mainstream (uh, uh)
Nah, I wasn’t cool with it
Truthfully, I never thought I’d rap like Common Sense
But I woke up my people, been rapping like Common since
The hood is moving different than you envisioned
Consumerism’s the new religion
There’s fewer Christians and fewer Bishops reading them Jewish scriptures
A slew of bitches with shoe addictions and niggas who truly risking it all for the coupe if the roof is missing
On a foolish mission
What if I told you I knew the system wanted the future spending their youth in prison
"Who would listen?"
No time to listen to dudes who spittin’, while music’s missing
[?]
But you was trippin’, because your jewels have nothing to do with wisdom
You stupid, ludicrous, nigga
You’s a victim (Amen)
We lost souls, put that on the bible
Sell us some Jordan’s
We’ll be ignoring distorting on what’s important
Even though there’s been a war on the poor
Before they was recording, Jordan scoring titles
Me and your survival was more than vital
They say my people are like Jelly Beans
Wait!
Because nobody like the black ones
Unless it’s our culture, then they like everything
Wait!
"I tell the truth, I get attacked, huh?"

[Chorus]
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
Oh you mad ’cause I’m stylin’ on you

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5’9"]
Tell the truth, "nigga, who the best in this industry?"
If it ain’t Crooked, Kendrick and Cole, bitch, then it’s me
You only acting tough ’cause you sniffing coke and sippin’ Hennessy
I click triggers re-lentlessly
I kill rich niggas instantly
While I’m here I’m fucking all your little bitches
All I said to that little thot, was "hello" back
Marshall called me the best out, I called him the "kettle black"
I’m like Nas, I’m about the check
My cars is parked in an underground garage like Das EFX
I’m about the deposits like I’m in debt, ‘cept I’m not in debt
I move in silence and I don’t move inside it, unless I’m protected like contracepts
I’m a Contra-vet
Thought you got me my [?] was wet
God just wept
I’m the flyest yet
I’m disguised as Ness
Your brides is [?], but your [?]
I left my deposit slip on the Gaza strip, while I was checking my connect
Yes!
I confess
I don’t rap for checks
I rap to kill rappers and for my respect
I shall let this nine go pyrotech’
Lies gon’ catch up and guys get lied to rest
I confess, shit don’t go right, then I go left
We not friends, do not flinch like Tourette’s
I’m on yo’ head!
Like berets
I’ma show up where you did your show last
That’s gon’ be yo’ ass
I don’t get you there, I come to yo’ ave
I don’t get you there, I come to yo’ lab
Show up frontin’ like I’m drunk with the MO-AB
I’m a seasoned Slaughter House general, ya’ll the beginners bro
If I’m starving you know I target your dinner bowl
I’m a part of an augmented envision in God’s image
Part of a team that brings all the women
When I’m stepping wherever, they got to check the weather
When I’m summoning, summer bring autumn winters
I’m too up to understand what under means
Anytime I’m coming it’s humbling to all contenders
Male or female, we can bet your budget
I got asked in a interview, "where did I think I would be if I wasn’t in this bitch being the best who does it?"
That’s easy, I be somewhere else, being the best who does it

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback

[Verse 1]
Running up checks like a doctor
I’m tryna win gold like Oscar
A new flow, try and do it too, impostor
Got them all running off the beat like Costa
My team got a five star roster
Your bitch threw a fit when I tossed her
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
Leave me be, get out my face
I secured the bag and went on my way
They behind, they’re not on my page
Go learn to grind and get on my wage
You ain’t bae so don’t call man bae
You ain’t my mate so don’t call man A
Young nigga, they know my age
Free my bros, they locked in that cage
And I’ll still miss the drop if I want
Turn up, finesse the chick and I’m gone
I get head and keep all the lights on
No wasteman can jump on my song
They thought I would flop and they’re wrong
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback

[Verse 2]
I’ve got her number but I’m just texin’
Hittin’ up my line on the next ting
I don’t want you I want next ting
Baby girl I owe you a sexing
Break man’s soul when I’m flexing
But he try cap so I decked him
I took a grey ting to my hotel
And i had her on her knees when I checked in
My LA dons make the Draco fly
Like bread before the Draco sign
Came through, I’m here to take what’s mine
No "Whatless" old man can make me sign
I was doing laps on my Ridgeback
Nah i was doing laps on a specialized
If i had beef then i slid back
Girl you wanna fuck? Better get in line
AJ, T
Be like, me
London’s best star in QB
If people say "fly" I’m like wait, who? me?
Made the trap jump, Jordan, 2,3
My bitch’d bad, thick and bou-jee
I was in the states counting, blue, cheese
Step up on the stage and they never boo, me
Sleep on a nigga, go ahead and you’ll, see

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback

[Chorus (Sampled)]
Gimme that [?] right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
Gimme that [?] right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
Gimme that [?] right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (We gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (We do it right now), right now
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)
We do it right now (now, now)

[Verse 1: Rapsody]
Yo
Normally spit ice cold, three-thousand [?] below
Opposite [?], niggas don’t feel me doe
Back in it, two molars to kill ’em, I’m ill: cobra
I’m sittin’ [?] shit [?] yo, it’s so over
Blue Ivy Carter, Deshaun became a pop
Like daughter they say the flow of Hova is beautiful
I’m killer, my nigga, rigamortus like K. Dot
My Jeremy Lin flow, yo, I stepped in the game hot
They [?] to me, over on Blake Griffin
I ball so hard, couldn’t find me [?] you niggas
Been awaitin’ mine, witnessin’ real proof
[?] been over like that too

[Chorus: Rapsody & Samples]
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
Gimme that [?] right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)
We do it right now (now, now)
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)

[Verse 2: Rapsody]
Yo
Saturday-Sunday flow, that’s how the week end
Lines remind you of waitin’ shoppin’ for Jordan 10’s
Anxious for my release, rap is the real deal
D’Angelo naked truth [?] drugs how it really feel
Gettin’ ’em sky high, stuck in my flow still
Rushin’ my patience gon’ have me rushin’ patients I kill
To E.R., more liquor for my homies, my nigga
[?] we catch ya attention like Aston
Martin’s driven in places niggas can’t afford them
[?] I represent [?] the acronym
[?] I represent [?] the acronym
[?] I represent [?] the acronym
[?] I represent (we gon’ do it right now)
Yo, [?] I’m holdin’ my weight
Don’t worry ’bout niggas, flow’ll take care of ’em: Drake
Lost in the party life, feeling eighteen again
Reason for wylin’ tonight but give me another sin
Killin’ these niggas off, exposin’ they spines
Niggas backed [?] half of these niggas can’t rhyme (yo)
Just speaking the truth, ain’t no fuckin’ with mine
Yo, [?] and right now is the time

[Pre-Chorus: Rapsody]
We do it (we do it, we do it)
We do it (we do it, we do it)
We do it (we do it, we do it)
We do it (we do it, we do it)

[Chorus: Rapsody & Samples]
(We gon’ do it right now), [?], we did it right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)
We do it right now (now, now)
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)

It’s Gucci
Fifth Harmony

I need somebody with some patience
‘Cause you know I got a temperament
And yeah, you got a reputation
Nothin’ that a little love can’t fix
There ain’t no kinda situation
Where I wouldn’t cross a line for you
FBI interrogation
I would get up there and lie for you

When push come to shove
You show me love
When push come to shove, aye

Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

You the type that I could bake for (bake for)
‘Cause baby, you know how to take that cake
And I’m the only one you wait for
‘Cause baby, you know that I’m worth the wait

When push come to shove
You show me love (you show me love)
When push come to shove, aye

Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

It’s like Bonnie and Clyde just walked in
A gangster and his bride just walked in
We on the same team and we ballin’
Got me showin’ off my ring like I’m Jordan
And I’mma hold you down like you hold me
And I’ll never tell a soul what you told me
When I was sittin’ in the cells is when you showed me
It takes a real one to put up with the old me
That’s why you in the coupe with the low seat
That’s why we at the game on the floor seats
My diamond that they seein’ from the nosebleeds
You make ’em mad, feel like you won a trophy

Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (love you down)
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (down, down, down)
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down (I’m gon’ love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (long as you’re lovin’ me, boy)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I was trying to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn

[Verse 1: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Left me alone in the streets
Now you done woken the beast
All these GG snakes on me
Shopping sprees after shopping sprees, I go
I go, yeah, should have seen the sign
[?] love’s blind, I guess danger gets me excited
I am on a threesome diet right now, baby
I’m taking trips to Miami traveling down seven keys
Ducking off, sipping Grey Geese
Never thought you plea these actions I did
Never thought you had my head on a leash
Never thought you had my heart tryna leave
Saying things I never speak about
I’ma handle it just like a man
Popping bottles just because I can
Ain’t gone never change who I am
Kumbaya, I’ma still do my dance
And handle mine
I’ma handle mine, you’re not mine
But God damn, it’s about time you define what we is

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I shot to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I shot to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn

[Verse 2: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Fér!
They said you used to be the one that used to two step, baby
But I’m too rich for that to happen, whoa whoa
Like Ali, I’ma bounce back off the ropes
In my Jordan’s, yeah, Jordan with the tongue
In my Kobe’s, yeah, hitting 81
And I’m going gold, find a badder one
Let the check blow, now that’s platinum
I’ma recoup, buy the blue coupe
Bought a new house, that’s a new roof
I’ma make lemonade out of lemons, got a sweet tooth
And I learn from my truths
And learn from my last
And learn from my past
I knew this won’t last
Just tell me quick fast

[Bridge: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
So I can handle it just like a man
Popping bottles just because I can
Ain’t gone never change who I am
Kumbaya, I’ma still do my dance
And handle mine
I’ma handle mine, your not mine
But God damn, it’s about time you define what we is

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I shot to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I shot to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn

[Intro]
Of course I wanna see you make it
Shit, only if you taking me with you
Shit, If you ain’t taking me withcha now I don’t know
Shit…

[Hook]
‘Cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t want to see me make it no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when I’m riding through the city I don’t need no soldiers with me
‘Cause when I’m sliding on a nigga I don’t need no codefendant
All ’cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t want to see me make it no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when I’m riding through the city I don’t need no soldiers with me
‘Cause when I’m sliding on a nigga I don’t need no codefendant

[Verse 1]
I’m on posted on the Ugly, I’m outcha" in the open, wit it
I’m on that Zoe shit, ain’t no hoe shit, ain’t no folding in me
I got like four lil bitches on here, That one with no Jimmy
I ain’t wear no suit and tie right now but I give the nigga the business
I should’ve killed my cousin that night ’cause he was my only witness
But I ain’t kill him ’cause I love that nigga till infinity
And If I buy a house, you feel like you deserve to live in it
And If I buy a car, you feel like you deserve infinity
How the fuck you feel like that, when you weren’t ouchta here with me getting it
You wasn’t even at my sentencing
I was in a fucked up predicament
Oh you don’t love me no more?
I ain’t your brother no more?
Cuz I don’t give you nothin" no more
I ain’t your brother no more

[Hook]
‘Cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t wanna see me making no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when Im riding through the city I ain’t need no soldiers with me
‘Cause when Im sliding on a nigga I don’t need no CoDefendent
Oh ’cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t wanna see me make it no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when Im riding through the city I ain’t need no soldiers with me
‘Cause when Im sliding on a nigga I don’t need no CoDefendent

[Verse 2]
You ain’t have to eat grits, 3 in the morning
You ain’t have to sleep with a nigga on the toilet
I don’t wanna ball, [?] wearing Jordan’s
All that bullshit, I’m trying to avoid it
I ain’t ask you when you had your shot
I ain’t ask you when we got kicked out
I ain’t ask you, I was posted on the block
I was doing fraud, I was going up top
I was eatin’ peanut butter
Nigga how you got my number
I don’t really owe nobody
Matter fact I don’t know nobody
Matter fact nigga leave me alone
I ain’t tryna get out my zone
I ain’t tryna get out my bubble
I ain’t on that shit you on
I don’t wanna relapse on niggas
I better not wack me a nigga
I’m just tryna rap these songs
So let me just rap these songs
You ain’t take me when you had your time
You ain’t take me when you had your shine
Why when I’m focused y’all saying I got changed
It’s like y’all wanna see me in them chains

[Hook]
‘Cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t wanna see me making no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when Im riding through the city I ain’t need no soldiers with me
‘Cause when Im sliding on a nigga I don’t need no CoDefendent
Oh ’cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t wanna see me make it no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when Im riding through the city I ain’t need no soldiers with me
‘Cause when Im sliding on a nigga I don’t need no CoDefendent

[Intro: Mozzy]
Four finger banging, I’m from four park
Pop a couple pills and then smoke ports
Y’all don’t know nothing ’bout that gangster shit, ah
I got shooters in my corner, they don’t play about me
Nigga watch what you say about me
Nah, they don’t play about me

[Verse: Mozzy]
I got shottas in my corner, they don’t play about me
Watch what you say about me
They chewing faces ’bout me
We in this ancient Audi, it’s in Alicia name
But this blammy I’m brandishing in them people’s name
My younging gunning for nothing, little Uzzy need a name
Inquired about his prices when I seen his aim
Them better days never came when we prayed for ’em
The oven on 450, keep the place warm
Jordan’s launching every month, I had to beg for ’em
And she still ain’t cop ’em, my grades started dropping
My gang started popping, ain’t no way I’m going to college
Momma and poppa couldn’t save me when them niggas robbed me
It’s traumatizing watching bullets penetrate a body
Without a body, niggas treat you like you ain’t nobody
You know I got it, I’m bagging up all this powder
Purchase 20 P’s, all sour
Be there in a hour
1750 on the counter
I promise it’s all there, you could count it
I never got an allowance
Now I’m up a couple hundred thousand
Slither through the hood, I’m just browsing
Peanut butter couches in the foreign got me lounging
Thinking ’bout this ‘Rarri, discussing with my accountant
My mama looking at houses, told her to point ’em out
And we gone make it happen, you know what your boy about
Watch how they follow the route
Getting to it for real
We don’t need a deal, niggas gucci over here
Cubicals in the air, cubicals in the charm
Tell ’em ring the alarm, a Cali nigga in charge
Banging B-Sunny, they tackled him on the yard
Anything can happen when shackled behind bars
Nah, you don’t love me like you say you do
When them suckers slid on me, nigga, fuck you do
A single body ain’t enough, gotta come anew
I’m 100 through and through, ain’t nothing new
You don’t love me like you say you do

[Verse 1]
Yeah
My name buzzin’, ain’t no way you could ignore it
I did not come this far so they could ignore me
I am not the one to say, "I’ll do it in the mornin’"
I’d rather get it done, don’t focus on what’s not important
They try to talk to me like they been nothin’ but supportive
Appreciate the love, but do not show up on my doorstep
If you ain’t about that real, I suggest that you avoid me
If we ain’t on the same page, that’s the end of story, ah!
Hey, you are not a baller ’cause your closet’s full of Jordan’s
You are not a rich man ’cause you’re on the Forbes list
First, I dropped a record, then you know I gotta tour it
Real’s still the slogan, only difference is there’s more of us
The story of my life feels like it’s just beginnin’ now
I ask you a question, I want answers, not the run-around
You the one that brought it up, but I’m the one to shut it down
If you ain’t got the album yet, I brought you one, I’m at your house
Hey!

[Hook]
All I see is green lights
All I see is green lights
All I spit is real life
Bet you don’t know what that’s like (huh?)
All I see is green lights, woo
All I see is green lights, yeah
All I spit is real life
I bet you don’t know what that’s like

[Verse 2]
Yeah
I know where I’m goin’, I don’t let no one distract me
I don’t need directions from nobody in the back seat
I don’t need these people in my corner tryna gas me
I’d rather have people in my corner tryna check me
Yeah, I walk off the bus a different city than the last week
Let the fans speak, they gon’ tell you ’bout the past me
If I’m bein’ honest, last year I was in a bad place
Wouldn’t say I’m out of it, but don’t feel like I can’t be, ah!
Who you know droppin’ clean records, but they nasty?
I was made for this, I could tell when mama had me
I hopped right off the table, told my doctor, "I ain’t average."
He asked me, "What does that mean?"
I told him, "Get the pen and pad, please."
Who’d a known I’d write something that could change lives?
I don’t think y’all fully understand the way you changed mine
I look at the future that’s in front of me with both eyes
Three records, three years, I don’t like to waste time
Oh yeah!

[Hook]
All I see is green lights, yeah
All I see is green lights, haha
All I spit is real life (real life)
Bet you don’t know what that’s like (you don’t know!)
All I see is green lights (green lights), woo
All I see is green lights (green lights), yeah
All I spit is real life (oh!)
I bet you don’t know what that’s like (no!)

[Outro]
Haha
All I see is—green lights!
Yeah
Oh my!

[Intro]
Of course I wanna see you make it
Shit, only if you taking me with you
Shit. If you ain’t taking me withcha now I don’t know Shit

[Hook]
Cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t want to see me make it no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when I’m riding through the city I don’t need no soldiers with me
Cause when I’m sliding on a nigga I don’t need no codefendant
All cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t want to see me make it no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when I’m riding through the city I don’t need no soldiers with me
Cause when I’m sliding on a nigga I don’t need no codefendant

[Verse 1]
I’m on posted on the Ugly, I’m outcha” in the open, wet it
I’m on that Zoe shit
Ain’t no hoe shit
Ain’t no folding in me
I got like four lil bitches on here, That one with no Jimmy
I ain’t wear no suit and tie right now but I give the nigga the [?]
I should have killed my cousin that night cuz he was my only witness
But I ain’t kill him cuz I love that nigga till infinity
And If I buy a house, you feel like you deserve to live in it
And If I buy a car, you feel like you deserve infinity
How the fuck you feel like that, when you weren’t ouchta here with me getting it
You wasn’t even at my sentencing
I was in a fucked up predicament
Oh you don’t love me no more?
I ain’t your brother no more?
Cuz I don’t give you nothin” no more
I ain’t your brother no more

[Hook]
Cuz I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t wanna see me making no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when Im riding through the city I ain’t need no solders with me
Cuz when Im sliding on a nigga I don’t need no CoDefendent
Oh Cuz I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t wanna see me making no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when Im riding through the city I ain’t need no solders with me
Cuz when Im sliding on a nigga I don’t need no CoDefendent

[Verse 2]
You ain’t have to eat grits, 3 in the morning
You ain’t have to sleep with a nigga on the toilet
I don’t wanna ball, [?] wearing Jordan’s
All that bullshit, Im trying to avoid it
I ain’t ask you when you had your shot
I ain’t ask you when we got kicked out
I ain’t ask you, I was posted on the block
I was doing fraud, I was going up top
I was eating peanut butter
Nigga how you got my number
I don’t really owe nobody
Matter fact I don’t know nobody
Matter fact nigga leave me alone
I ain’t tryna get out my zone
I ain’t trynna get out my bubble
I ain’t on that shit you on
I don’t wanna relapse on niggas
I better not wack me a nigga
I’m just tryna rap these s
So let me just rap these songs
[transcribing in progress}

[Interview]
[?] :There’s certain tapes that really take shit to another level for an artist
With 50 it was 50 Cent was the Future
When it was Wiz Khalifa it was Kush & Orange Juice
You know, Drake it was obviously So Far Gone
J. Cole, The Come Up
Does this feel like one of those for you?

[Intro]
(D-Lo on the beat)
Yeah
Don
Corner stories nigga
Takin’ niggas to the corner for real nigga
For real, for real
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa

[Verse]
I pull up on bitches that fronted when we ain’t had nothin’
My nigga we came here from nothin’
Niggas just makin’ assumptions
We faithfully pumpin’
I woke up and shaved me an onion
I put my hood on the map
They talkin’ that talk
But they ain’t put they foot in the trap
I put down that pack
Man, I couldn’t relax
Perfected my craft
Now look where I’m at
I’m not forgettin’ it
Pourin’ and sippin’ it
Me and you, we not equivalent
Yeah yeah yeah
I’m [?] it
Water I’m drippin’ it
Avianne got me drenched in it
Yeah
I’m Perk poppin’, Louis shirt rockin
The work pop, I take her purse shoppin’
I put Céline on my main bitch
Channel for my second and third options
I’m frontin’ in Fendi
I’m back off the bubble
Them racks in the duffle
I keep it stuffed
My neighbors is bitchin’
I’m plannin’ on buyin’ a crib
On a lake when the lease is up
The money callin’ and I keep in touch
If it ain’t blind you
You ain’t see enough
I’m callin’ Jordan when I’m re-in’ up
I got a shipment comin’ if my [sneakers scuffed]
They know me for pourin’ two liters up
Straight out the bottle
You know I don’t need a cup
10,000 to brighten the pinkie up
I could’a put that on a Kia truck
I’d rather stack it till I’m in the Aston
With the system blastin’ while I’m whippin’ past ’em
Woods burnin’ like I’m in the cabin
Expensive fashion when the pictures snappin’
I go to Atlanta I’m hittin’ them firest bitches
Give Xans and them Mollies to biches
Percs and the Roxies we fuck on a lot of prescriptions
‘Cause you treat ’em like Hollywood bitches
Slide in your DM, but I don’t be followin’ bitches
I just had to block a few bitches
See ’em in public I’m duckin’ and dodgin’
I can’t even say I acknowledge you bitches
Whoa

[Interview]
[?] :Yeah man, Don
You know, I.. I.. I appreciate… For me, as a journalist
There’s no better time for an artist. This is most exciting time
As an artist. These are always my favorite interviews because it’s like…
Don Q: These are special moments right here
[?]: Yeah, you got that glow man, definitely, the.. the… It’s there in Corner Stories. I think… it’s gonna cement it man. So I’m just happy to be a part of it
Don Q: Yeah man. I’m happy to have you a part of it man
[?]: My man though!
Don Q: Corner Stories

[Verse 1]
With a love for the underdog
Man, they treat me like they wanna fuck
Ain’t the favorite on your undercard
The livest nigga under y’all
So don’t make me get the gun involved
Catch a charge and run the [?]
I hustle more than that nigga in the corner store
Corner stone
I’ma be the nigga that they calling for
Soaring up
Like that nigga Mike in his Jordan 4’s
When I’m coming down only time I’m falling off
Get a calling card, ‘lil nigga so broad, fucking talk
I’ma be a statement for that [?] Forbes
This that magic shit like Dumbledore
This that lavish shit y’all tumble for
Niggas want it but I want it more
Make a band off a couple cups, and I’m hot, I got the sun involved
I don’t want it, man, I want it all
These my feelings in a couple bars
Sun shining like it’s fucking [?]

[Hook]
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
That every night make a knot boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You know you done fucked up, right?)
You fuck around and you get shot, boy
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
That every night make a knot boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You can smell a nigga with money, huh?)
You fuck around and you get shot, boy

[Verse 2]
I’m from the city where the skinny niggas ride
Big semi on they side
Real life, making fifty out of five
Puffing sticky, sipping Henny while I drive
Real niggas die but I feel so alive
My eye up on the prize
You always gotta strive
Take your piece of devil pie
Now my level rising high
See a ribbon in the skyline
Fuck the other side
See my shots is ill advised, I know niggas that duck inside
It’s dark outside
It’s nuts outside
Sharp niggas leave you pumped outside
Parallel to your ride, [?] is the C-25
Blood [?], see the heat in my eyes, keep the heat on my side
‘Cause this Tec probably keep me alive
I ain’t high, I’m just peeping the vibe
Just beef in the Trap, fuck that, and I ain’t keeping it back
Real rap, this is deeper than rap, yeah

[Hook]
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
That very night make a [?] boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You know you done fucked up, right?)
You fuck around and you get shot, boy
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
That very night make a [?] boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You can smell a nigga with money, huh?)
You fuck around and you get shot, boy

[Verse 1: Camila Cabello]
Baby, what’cha say?
I ain’t here to, I ain’t here to conversate
Baby, I don’t play
From Miami, causin’ trouble in LA
Rowdy, Tennessee
If I don’t send for you, best not come for me
Jordan, 23
Guarantee you’re gonna wanna leave with me

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
I got that li-li-li-life
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
Ooh, my God, you look good today
Ooh, my God, you look good today, yeah
Back up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
Ooh, my God, you look good today
You look good today, yeah
Oh my God

[Post-Chorus: Quavo & Camila Cabello]
Oh my God, yah, uh
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yah, uh
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yah, uh
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yah

[Verse 2: Camila Cabello]
Ice cold, like my drink
Lose your concentration when you take a sip, yeah (sip it, sip it)
Cyclone, make it spin
‘Cause all I, all I, all I, all I do is win
Yeah, I’m cut like a diamond, I’m cold
4 A.M., bloom like a rose
Girls like the summer, we’re gold, uh

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
We got that li-li-li-life
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through (yeah, yeah)
Ooh, my God, you look good today
Ooh, my God, you look good today, yeah
Back up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
Ooh, my God (my God), you look good today
You look good today, yeah
Oh my God

[Post-Chorus: Quavo & Camila Cabello]
Oh my God, yah, uh
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yah, uh
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yah, uh
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yah

[Verse 3: Quavo & Camila Cabello]
Oh my God, she’s so right, though (you know you’re so right)
Me and you, that’s a iso
Waist so small, look like lipo (li-, lipo)
Moonwalk, my diamonds Michael (Mi-, Michael)
She’s so fine, I call my best man (brr)
Ain’t no rings on her left hand (no rings)
I had a dream I was in quicksand (dream)
Then I woke up with the best plans—yah, oh my God—, yah (uh)
Oh my god, you’re awesome (yah)
Smoke more green than Boston (green)
I make a play and call ’em (yah)
Oh my God, she flossin’ (ooh)
On the cover of magazines, I’ma crown the queen (queen)
Bad and boujee, thick and pretty
I’m givin’ her wet dreams (ooh, yuh)
I’m the main reason why her friends like me (hey)
Havin’ her mad at me, tackle me like I’m an athlete (ooh, yuh)

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through (yeah, yeah)
Ooh, my God, you look good today
Ooh, my God, you look good today, yeah (yah)
Back up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
Ooh, my God, you look good today
You look good today, yeah
Oh my God

This is all God’s doing man you can’t plan it
But if the devil’s in the details then I’m satanic
‘Bout Take over your city and you can’t stand it
My accountant say you sinking like the Titanic
David Blaine last summer man you had to vanish
I get the hits like somebody pitching underhanded
Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish
Really when she get to talking I don’t understand it
You ain’t on it right away, you had to wait on niggas
Man I’m only 29 have some patience with us
Plus I never met nobody from my label nigga
I just pop up with the music then they pay a nigga
Shit ain’t been the same like before
I still love it but I used to love it more
Face Time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts ’cause she know that we at war

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon’ make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in a fucked up position
You gon’ make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

Baby I’m a savage I ain’t romantic
When I come around these rappers niggas start to panic
And they pockets going under like the Titanic
Got some head last night and it was outstanding
They was hatin’ on me then and they hatin’ now
She was playing with me then but she waitin’ now
Used to sleep inside a den I got acres now
I was fighting niggas then but I’m spraying now
I don’t pay no mind to no sneak diss
I won’t spend a dime on a freak bitch
Niggas takin’ cheap shots on some cheap shit
They the type to stand in line for some free shit
Babygirl gon’ suck it ’til her jaws locked
She gon’ make me put my bitch on call block
We the ones poppin’, we the ones shoppin’
We the one droppin’, niggas we the ones
They the ones duckin’ when them heaters come
You that nigga snitchin’ on your people huh
21 savage A.K.A. The Reaper huh
Pussy niggas gettin’ shot for all that reachin’ huh

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon’ make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in a fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

I don’t need love I’m the GOAT
I just hit the beat and float
And I’m selling out arenas, but you putting on a show
I been trynna change life around for everyone I know
‘Cause if I don’t share the wealth, then how the fuck we supposed to grow
Mom’s stressed theres a lot of things we need
Chain smoking in the house it’s hard to breathe
I used to have to hit my T’s with Febreeze
Jordan pull up in the TL now I’m cheese
I’mma turn this TSX to a Benz soon
I’mma see a lot of blessings for my friends soon
150 inch screen in my bedroom
6’1" man a nigga need some leg room
Shit ain’t been the same like before
They ain’t even wanna look up at the score
Face Time with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts ’cause she know we at war

Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Can’t afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon’ make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin’
Put me in a fucked up position
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro

[Hook: Fler]
Weil ich und meine Clique kein’ Fick gaben
Mehr Groupies im Backstage als Misswahlen
Habe in der Hood die Jordan 6 an
Und kläre deine Bitch, das ist Schicksal
Sollte so sein, sollte so sein, sollte so sein
Sollte so sein, sollte so sein, sollte so sein

[Part 1: Jalil]
Yeah, laber mich nicht voll, Nigga, yeah
Und sag’ mir nicht, Jalil wäre nicht famous
Was, ich hab’ kein Erfolg, Nigga?!
Weiße feiern mich wie Oasis
Rap’ mir keine Message vor
Tagsüber im Store, nachts Predator
Aha, Kapuze auf wie Skeletor
Und Schläger um mich rum wie auf dem Center Court
Ah, Südberlin ist meine Hometown
Thermosiedlung, minimaler Wohnraum
12-2-07
Bleib’ loyal zu der Hood, man ich schwör’s auf die Bibel
Maskulin, wir zwei sind die Essenz, Nigga
Treffsicher, 9 Shots, 50 Cent, Nigga
Kugelsicherer Jugendlicher
Represent, represent, Nigga

[Hook: Fler]
Weil ich und meine Clique kein’ Fick gaben
Mehr Groupies im Backstage als Misswahlen
Habe in der Hood die Jordan 6 an
Und kläre deine Bitch, das ist Schicksal
Sollte so sein, sollte so sein, sollte so sein
Sollte so sein, sollte so sein, sollte so sein

[Part 2: Mortel]
Ah, yeah, ich komme rein mit einem « Nique ta race ! »​
Ihr kommt nicht klar auf meine Wortwahl
Ghetto-Youth, époque sale
Unter Tatverdacht in einem Mordfall
Meine Vergangenheit hat mich gefickt
Schon als Kinder hab’n wir Kilos weggedrückt
Keine Hantelbank, Digga, du weißt
Tausend Prozent Realtalk, ohne Scheiß
Stabile négros in NRW
On fait la bicrave um jeden Preis
Cash, Koks, Nutten, bin pflegeleicht
Streck das Kokain mit Edelweiß
Griselda Blanco, busy wie Pablo
In Kongo wird geschossen so wie in Chicago
Scheiß auf Rapbeef, bin unparteiisch
Hab’ schon Beef mit Bullen, das reicht

[Hook: Fler]
Weil ich und meine Clique kein’ Fick gaben
Mehr Groupies im Backstage als Misswahlen
Habe in der Hood die Jordan 6 an
Und kläre deine Bitch, das ist Schicksal
Sollte so sein, sollte so sein, sollte so sein
Sollte so sein, sollte so sein, sollte so sein

[Part 3: Fler]
Bleib’ derselbe, man du kennst mich
Jede Woche wieder vor dem Richter
Leben auf der Überholspur
Führerschein weg wegen Blitzer
Jeder kleine Schritt wird zur Headline
Jede Handbewegung wird zum Gangsign
Seit 2003 in den Top Ten
Und das alles nur durch rumbrüll’n und frech sein
Signe den Deal
Droppe Sentino, signe Jalil
Bleib’ immer real
Streite mit viel’n, live aus Berlin
Diese Rapper alles Fler-Klone
Doch passen nicht in meine Air-Sohle
Ich Racaille, du Lakai
Du bist vor Gericht Papagei

[Hook: Fler]
Weil ich und meine Clique kein’ Fick gaben
Mehr Groupies im Backstage als Misswahlen
Habe in der Hood die Jordan 6 an
Und kläre deine Bitch, das ist Schicksal
Sollte so sein, sollte so sein, sollte so sein
Sollte so sein, sollte so sein, sollte so sein

[Intro: Camila Cabello]
Oh my God

[Verse 1: Camila Cabello]
Baby, what’cha say?
I ain’t here to, I ain’t here to conversate
Baby, I don’t play
From Miami causing trouble in LA
Rough day, Tennessee
If I ask them for you, best not come for me
Jordan, 23
Guarantee you’re gonna wanna leave with me

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
I got that la la la la
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
(Oh) my God, you look good today
(Oh) my God, you look good today
Back up, back up, back up do it slow-mo
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
(Oh) my God, you look good today
You look good today
Oh my God

[Post-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God

[Verse 2: Camila Cabello]
Ice cold, like my drink
Lose your concentration when you take a sip, yeah
Cyclone, make it spin
Cause all I, all I, all I do is win
Yeah I’m cut like a diamond, I’m coal
Follow your bloom like a rose
Cross like the sun when we go
Oooh

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
We got that la la la la
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
(Oh) my God, you look good today
(Oh) my God, you look good today
Back up, back up, back up do it slow-mo
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
(Oh) my God, you look good today
You look good today
Oh my God

[Post-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God

[Verse 3]

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
We got that la la la la
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
(Oh) my God, you look good today
(Oh) my God, you look good today
Back up, back up, back up do it slow-mo
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
(Oh) my God, you look good today
You look good today
Oh my God

[Verse 1]
Pull up on the party with an army
Our guns inked up like a Harley Hells Angel on the one
Like a bull in a china shop, steaming like buns
Coming in like a wrecking ball, you gon’ need a Tylenol

[Pre-Chorus]
Luck is going all the way up
Love is raining like paper
Rolling downtown with a couple young guys
We got everything that we could ever want

[Chorus]
Whole city on my back like Jordan
No, money can’t buy this fortune
Got a squad homegrown and foreign
No, money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this
Bulletproof love, you know this
Got me like a 24-karat fortress
They can keep the cash and the Porsches
‘Cause money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortune

[Post-Chorus]
‘Cause money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortune
Fortune

[Verse 2]
Diamonds are forever, but a girl’s best friend
Is a bank full of ride-or-dies stickin’ ’til the end
We stay mobbin’ the party
But no, we ain’t the Godless
We come in peace from the East
Pakistan to Miami

[Pre-Chorus]
Luck is going all the way up
Love is raining like paper
Rolling downtown with a couple young guys
We got everything that we could ever want

[Chorus]
Whole city on my back like Jordan
No, money can’t buy this fortune
Got a squad homegrown and foreign
No, money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this
Bulletproof love, you know this
Got me like a 24-karat fortress
They can keep the cash and the Porsches
‘Cause money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortune

[Post-Chorus]
Money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortune
Fortune

[Chorus]
Whole city on my back like Jordan
No, money can’t buy this fortune
Got a squad homegrown and foreign
No, money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this
Bulletproof love, you know this
Got me like a 24-karat fortress
They can keep the cash and the Porsches
‘Cause money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortune

Lookin’ for these better days
Better days, heyy! Better days
Got me thinkin’ bout better days
Better days! Better days, better days
Hey! Better days
Got me thinkin’ bout better days
Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live
Smokin’ weed like it ain’t no thang, so even kids
Wanna try now, they lie down and get ran through
Nobody watches ’em clockin’ the evil man do
Faced with the demons, addicted to hearin’ victims screamin’
Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens
‘Cause even our birthdays is cursed days
A born thug in the first place, the worst ways
I’d love to see the block in peace
With no more dealers and crooked cops, the only way to stop the beast
And only we can change
It’s up to us to clean up the streets, it ain’t the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Pa**ed by his family, but what could I say?
Keep yo’ head up and try to keep the faith
And pray for better days
Better days, better days, hey!
Better days, got me thinkin’ about better days
Better days, better days, better days
Hey! Better days
Got me thinkin’ about better days
Thinkin’ back as an adolescent, who would’ve guessed
That in my future years, I’d be stressin’
Some say the ghetto’s sick and corrupted
Plus my P.O. won’t let me hang with the brothers I grew up with
Tryin’ to keep my head up and stay strong
All my homies slangin’ llello all day long, but they wrong
So I’m solo and so broke
Savin’ up for some Jordan’s, ’cause they dope
I got a girl and I love her but she broke too, and so am I
I can’t take her to the place she wanna go to
So we argue and play fight, all day and night
Makin’ pa**ionate love ’til the daylight
Plus we about to get evicted, can’t pay the rent
Guess it’s time to see who really is yo’ friend
Tell me you pregnant and I’m amazed
So many blessings while we stressin’
Lookin for them better days
Better days, better days hey!
Better days (Oh better days)
Thinkin’ bout better days (I’m lookin for better)
Better days, better days, better days
Hey! Better days (Better days)
Got me thinkin bout better days (Oh)
Now me and you was real cool, hell on them square fools
Since back in high school, we was true, me and you
Hardly parted or seperated, we stayed faded
Affiliated with gangbangers and still made it
Up in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with him
Still dressin’ like grown men when rollin’
I went to dark, smokin Newports, gamin’ marks
Got a place in my heart, homey stay smart
Locked you up in the pen, and gave you three to ten
I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends
Hopin’ you well, I know it’s hell
Doin time in the cells, you need mail, when you in jail
And me I’m doin’ cool
I settled down, had a family, workin’ in night school
Every once in a while, I reminisce
And wonder how we ever came to this
I miss the better days
Better days, better days, hey!
(Better days) Thinkin’ bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Hey! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days
I send this one out,
To all the homeboys down in uh, Clinton lockdown
Rikers Island, all them dudes I was uh locked up with,
E Block, F Block, lower H
N-I-C in Rikers Island,
Downstate
All the peoples I met along the way
Better days is comin’ homeboy, keep your head up
Better days, better days,
Lookin for the better days hey
Better days, hm better days, lookin for the better days
Better days, better days,
Lookin for the better days hey
(Better days)

Yeah I dedicate this to my nigga Mike Tyson.
It’s all good.

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x2]

Jack of all trades ballin’ like Jordan you punk
fake inside the paint in fact I know you can’t
do half of the shit that you was claimin’ in the county
Suckas on yo jock you claim you run the block
Polyurethane busta cracked in half
you claim you folding bank but I know yo bank stank
I lived around the corner I seen you fully smoked
Must I say some more you weighed a buck 04
you sold ya TV for a buck cause it was way too late
Now they sent you upstate and you done gained some weight
You’s a baller lying to them youngstas quick
got them thinking you sick and representing yo click
But you’s an old basehead kickin’ too much hype
yo bicentennial pipe it got rally stripes
And if they knew yo identity
you’d probably be the victim of a sticking (ugh ugh)
You ain’t got to lie to kick it.

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x4]

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
y’all don’t hear me
I got these niggas yackin’ in my face
about some shit that never took place
And what you see is what you get
that’s what he told me
I peeped it in his pose
exposed the fucking phony
I’m gettin’ richer so they claim to be my homie
with them bitches they be freaky
they don’t know me
Hey it’s gettin drastic
Gunnin niggas down cause they plastic
Sleep on a G and get that ass kicked
and stuffed inside a casket
Rippin’ the shit like it’s my muthafucking last hit
Hey they wonder why a nigga’s nothin’ nice
and everytime I bust a nut I fuck for Tyson
Cause I know the real on the bitch
she got to skit ya just to get a nigga’s riches (fuck that bitch)
I pray to God that the bitch don’t get no dick
and got a nigga screamin’ Fuck That Bitch!

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x4]

Well if a bitch’ll be a bitch
Then a trick’ll be a trick
I’ve got my nigga Richie Rich and we be all up in the mix
this is Thug Life baby rollin’ hoes like Vogues
Stay the fuck up out of mine
and I’ll stay out of yours
It’s a Oakland thang and bitch you wouldn’t understand
This Tanqueray got me screamin’ Fuck yo’ man.
But now you beefing on the strength
that you was thinkin’ I was jocking
Hey bitch I got no time for hoes I’m steady clockin’
and if it ain’t about a buck I gives a fuck
it’s raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck
so what’s up with them low life bitches tryin’ to play me
Bitch you better see Trojan about yo’ baby (Ha ha)
Trickin’ niggas better catch up on they pimpin’
Cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slipping

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x5]

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci
Fifth Harmony

[Verse 1: Lauren]
I need somebody with some patience
‘Cause you know I got a temperament
And yeah, you got a reputation
Nothin’ that a little love can’t fix
There ain’t no kind of situation
Where I wouldn’t cross a line for you
FBI interrogation
I would get up there and lie for you

[Pre-Chorus: Dinah]
When push come to shove
You show me love
When push come to shove, aye

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Verse 2: Normani]
You the type that I could bake for (bake for)
‘Cause baby, you know how to take that cake
And I’m the only one you wait for
‘Cause baby, you know that I’m worth the wait

[Pre-Chorus: Ally & (Lauren)]
When push come to shove
You show me love (you show me love)
When push come to shove, aye

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It’s like Bonnie and Clyde just walked in
A gangster and his bride just walked in
We on the same team and we ballin’
Got me showin’ off my ring like I’m Jordan
And I’ma hold you down like you hold me
And I’ll never tell a soul what you told me
When I was sittin’ in the cells is when you showed me
It takes a real one to put up with the old me
That’s why you in the coupe with the low seat
That’s why we at the game on the floor seats
My diamond that they seein’ from the nosebleeds
You make ’em mad, feel like you won a trophy

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani & Lauren & {Normani} & Dinah]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down {down, down, down, down}
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down (I’m gon’ love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (long as you’re lovin’ me, boy)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Marlo]
A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that’s where I’m from
I’m from the slums, niggas knowin’ how we come
A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that’s where I’m from
I’m from the bricks where we ain’t have shit
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town

[Verse 1: Lil Baby & Marlo]
Back when G-Dog caught his time ’cause he wouldn’t drop a dime
Back when Big Fred died, had the whole hood cryin’
OG True lost his life in his own hood
Niggas steady walkin’ ’round like it’s all good
Tiger T got crossed by his own man
I seen him and 8-Ball count a hundred bands
Remember Spencer killed a nigga with his bare hands
Meatball turned red on his own fam
Him and Jordan lil one got killed at the same time
Every time I close my eyes that shit on my mind
What you know about doin’ a paper for some paper
You niggas can’t relate ’cause you ain’t never ran around in that

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Marlo]
A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that’s where I’m from
I’m from the slums, niggas knowin’ how we come
A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that’s where I’m from
I’m from the bricks where we ain’t have shit
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town

[Verse 2]
Rest in peace to Shawty Lo, yeah dey know
Back when he was comin’ through the bricks in an armed [?]
Mario got shot, that’s still some bullshit
Remember NuNu got hit with a whole clip
You niggas ain’t from my side, they must be two-sided
They sayin’ C-Dog turned in the whole west side
You niggas never was there
I remember neighborhood fights all at the fair
When micros was the only thing that girls would wear
Then these bitches started puttin’ the kink and twist in their hair
True Religion was the shit, hood days spend your last on an outfit
They say Keen and Big been rich

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Marlo]
A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that’s where I’m from
I’m from the slums, niggas knowin’ how we come
A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that’s where I’m from
I’m from the bricks where we ain’t have shit
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town

[Chorus]
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I don’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
Flooded Pateek, flooded Patek, whatever you call it
My niggas ballin’, my niggas ballin’, my niggas ballin’
We gon’ go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin’ headshots
We gon’ go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin’ headshots

[Verse 1]
Young niggas really paved the way
Pussy nigga tryna ride the wave
Young nigga want a bankroll
Try me, I’ma break a nigga, woah
C Note with me, got a four-five
Nigga ain’t lettin’ shit slide
Tiger told me fuck it, let ’em ride
Told me fuck it, go and spend a block
I keep them blue hundreds like an ATM
You can’t pull up in lil Cali, it ain’t safe out here
Keep some shooters with me, they keep K’s on them
Ballin’ like I’m Jordan, tryna break the rim
Quarter million dollars on me
Ballin’ on these niggas, Curry
Still screamin’ fuck the police
Nigga ain’t gettin’ shit from me
DC in the cut with a MAC-10
Quan in the back with a Draco
All my niggas slidin’ when I say so
All my niggas slidin’ when I say so

[Chorus]
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I don’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
Flooded Pateek, flooded Patek, whatever you call it
My niggas ballin’, my niggas ballin’, my niggas ballin’
We gon’ go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin’ headshots
We gon’ go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin’ headshots

[Verse 2]
Look out for my people
Sellin’ all this reefer
Servin’ like it’s legal
Pull up in the Regal
Went to school to fuck the teachers
Shooting shots from the bleachers
These niggas didn’t believe me
I had to show ’em, made ’em see me
Pull up full pockets for a thigh pad
I got all these niggas big mad
Bitches tryna get some get back
Lil bitty bitch get back
Nigga’s bitches riding pom poms
My lil niggas goin’ straight dumb
I ain’t Lil Weezy but a hot boy
I can’t wait to smash on a call call
These niggas sweet like poptarts
Drive the Hellcat like a hotbox
Party real hard, I’m a rockstar
Rudy in the cut, he a top shotter
If I send the word you a done dada
These niggas broke, got no dollars
I’ma run the money up, no problem
I don’t give a fuck about nobody

[Chorus]
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I don’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
Flooded Pateek, flooded Patek, whatever you call it
My niggas ballin’, my niggas ballin’, my niggas ballin’
We gon’ go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin’ headshots
We gon’ go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin’ headshots