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[Intro]
G-Eazy, what up?
From the Bay to the universe
JetsonMade another one

[Chorus: French Montana]
Fuck a scrimmage, this ain’t practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch, I fold them like a futon mattress
We don’t fuck with full time cappers
We don’t fuck with full time cappers

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Fuck you talkin’ ’bout, bitch? You sound stupid, you sound childish
I might pull up in that classic 1965 low mileage
Slimane should be my stylist, mixin’ new Celine with Palace
Drink liquor all night, green juice all day, life’s all about balance, listen (Yee)
Think before you talk, there might just be some goons around us (Ayy)
You trippin’ and tonight you gon’ find out how wild the town is (Be cool)
And everything’s not fiction, it ain’t nothing fake about us
Been searching for my hot girl, I told Megan bring some Stallions (Yee)
At fashion week Milan, I’m out here snatching these Italians (Ayy)
Don’t drop the ball, the only thing I drop is Platinum albums (What else?)
Drop ex hoes, drop bad habits, drop fire shit, still drop acid
Drop a pin, I’m pulling up like ‘bam-bam’ all on your mattress

[Chorus: French Montana & Moneybagg Yo]
Fuck a scrimmage, this ain’t practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch, I fold them like a futon mattress
We don’t fuck with full time cappers
We don’t fuck with full time cappers (G-Eazy, what it do?)

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
If you think I’m fuckin’ your bitch, ask her
I told her play her part, never
I can see right through the lie, Casper
Shot off right up to the top, NASA (Add it up)
You niggas cappers but my extendo as long as a cane (It came with a 30)
I’m not a rapper, got raised by trappers, they taught me the game (OGs)
Got on them frames by Louis (Eat it up), but I wear my heart on my sleeve (Trippin’)
These Amiris, not Trueys (No, sir), we did that in 2013 (Put it up)
Snap back, you niggas so cap, my ice clear, your water look tap
Dick in her mouth, I’m fillin’ her gap (Uh)
No rap cap, 100K in my lap

[Chorus: French Montana]
Fuck a scrimmage, this ain’t practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch, I fold them like a futon mattress
We don’t fuck with full time cappers
We don’t fuck with full time cappers

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
Bitch, you not a factor (You not), you just an actor (Ayy)
Hit her from the back (Ayy), she got it backwards (Uh)
Feel like I’m the shit (Shit), like, “Where my Pampers?” (You know)
Thousand dollar tip, yeah (For what?) For all the dancers (Whoo)
Took a stylish bitch (Ayy) right to the Hamptons
Now she on the injured list, yeah (Why?) ‘Cause she was active
They be fighting for the dick, yeah, ’cause I’m attractive
Money falling on the kid, yeah, feel like a magnet
This is not an instant replay, this life for real
They gone do whatever we say, that’s la famille
Today feel just like my b-day, just signed a deal
I think she down for the three-way, she said she will
Seen that ass I want to jump on, that shit go ‘ba-bum’
Her face I want to bust on, she said “Uh-uh”
“You gon’ fuck up my makeup”, skeet on her Revlon
As-salāmu ʿalaykum, this ain’t no love song

[Chorus: French Montana ]
Fuck a scrimmage, this ain’t practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch, I fold them like a futon mattress
We don’t fuck with full time cappers
We don’t fuck with full time cappers

[Outro: G-Eazy]
French, I love you forever, I swear to God
Moneybagg Yo, what’s up?
Straight up

[Interlude]
You said what?
Yeah, players have fun, suckas have none
What’s the word of the day, OG?
Well, the good book said wasn’t gonna be but a few and I’m one of ’em
A lot was called, but only a few was real with ’em, wa— was chosen
You know, you be true to the game, the game be true to you
And treat ya people right, ’cause the same people you meet goin’ up the same people you meet comin’— you goin’ down

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[Intro]
Wheezy outta here
Ain’t no goin’ back, my nigga Wheezy on the track
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I’m living? Yeah
I’d rather show you, fuck the critics, I’ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
For a lil’ big benji, pop out, get wheelied, yeah
Whole lot of big benjis, fuck ’round, I spend it, yeah
Strapped down, I’m with it, fuck ’round and I hit it, yeah
Sending God my wishes, still got some pending, yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m with some hoes more realer than these niggas, and that’s a fact
I’m with my bros more triller than these bitches, understand that
Youngin from the slums and he don’t wanna tote no pistol, we ain’t heard of that
I’ma let him play it, we coming from a pencil, he don’t know ’bout a trap, nah
Get trapped in fucking with these hoes, she just want a baby
More deep into life, he worried ’bout his goals, she think it’s crazy
All through the night, back to back hearin’ them poles, this shit amazing
In his hood, he don’t see no greatness, he gon’ grow or let it faze him
Nigga fade him
Got some OG’s in the hood gon’ ride ’bout him
They like that he keep his head in them books so they won’t let you slime ’bout him
Police probably slide on him
Only for to see if he got that fire on him
But youngin ain’t gettin’ that, he ain’t feelin’ that
So he learned to hide on ’em
Now let me tell you that I’m a different breed
Had my first baby at 16, no Plan B, I had one dream
And it was something like Luther King, wanted for to keep the peace but couldn’t
Turned 17, ‘fore you knew it, me and Ben was hopping from out of bushes
At them bitch ass niggas
Shit, you gon’ die or you gon’ take one? Nigga, what’s your answer?
You up that fire, you better break one, nigga, what’s the hassle?
Still to this day, I’m on FaceTime talkin’ with the pastor
Like is they with me or against me, probably want me splattered

[Chorus]
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I’m living? Yeah
I’d rather show you, fuck the critics, I’ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it

[Verse 2]
What you thinkin’ ’bout, what you hearin’ ’bout? I’ma see about it, nigga (I’m with you)
You got twenty on that nigga head, then make it forty, nigga
Shit, you know me still on dummy, I’ll put a hundred, nigga
For to see you smile, I risk my life, that’s on my mama, nigga
You was with me at rock bottom, nigga, I ain’t forget it
When I wanted to slide, they ain’t wan’ drive me, nigga, and you was with it
When I was hollerin’, “Who want problems?” You was holdin’ up your semi
I kept on sayin’ I’ma burn this bitch down, you was tellin’ me, “Let’s get it”

[Interlude]
My day one, you my brother
And I love you to death
I’ll never go against you
I ain’t never put anything before you
Not these diamonds, not this money
Or neither these hoes, whatever goes

[Chorus]
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I’m living? Yeah
I’d rather show you, fuck the critics, I’ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
For a lil’ big benji, pop out, get wheelied, yeah
Whole lot of big benjis, fuck ’round, I spend it, yeah
Strapped down, I’m with it, fuck ’round and I hit it, yeah
Sending God my wishes, still got some pending, yeah

[Outro]
Yeah, Wheezy laid the beat
I’m slimeball for real
I spin it, yeah

Play this song

[Chorus: Tdot illdude]
Convertibles and Cuban links just like a prize
I  gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
My  eye (First place), ooh
Champion on every street that I survive
I gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
My  eye (First place), ooh

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
OG,  S-N-double O-P
Money talk, nigga, bullshit walk
‘Fore  a nigga show up, gotta envelope me
Big dog, you could never short me (What?)
I need it all upfront, no backend
Since a lil’ nigga, Dogg got it crackin’
On  deck all times, no lacking
Head on swivel ’cause anything can happen
I was banging before I was rapping (Rapping)
I was slanging before it was trapping (Trapping)
Always on go, it’s automatic
Gold medal caught my eye, I gotta have it
We lost Nip too soon, that’s tragic
But he gave LA more wins than Magic
More wins than Kobe and Shaq did
Champions never die, they everlasting

[Chorus: Tdot illdude]
Convertibles and Cuban links just like a prize
I gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
My eye (First place), ooh
Champion on every street that I survive
I gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
My eye (First place), ooh

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
I’m a boss, I’m a genius, I can’t turn it off
A lot of niggas not caught from this cloth
You are witnessing a gangster evolve
After all the run-ins with the law (What?)
After life threw me all them curveballs (Curveballs)
You’da thought I gave up, but nah (Nah)
Grow man, thug it out, stand tall
Who sold millions of records and balled?
Never slowed up, no no, not at all
From the streets of Long Beach, it’s the Dogg
I hustled every day, how you think I got it all?
Did it my way, I done broke a lot of laws
Always came in first place, I ain’t never tied with y’all
Everything real, I ain’t never lied to y’all
First place (First place)

[Chorus: Tdot illdude]
Convertibles and Cuban links just like a prize
I gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
My eye (First place), ooh
Champion on every street that I survive
I gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
My eye (First place), ooh

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Yah, yah, yah, yah (Yeah)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Yeah)
Yah, yah (Yeah)
Sosa, baby (Sosa)
GBE, baby (Bang, Bang)

[Chorus]
Chocolate chopper for him, he think it’s vanilla
30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that I’m sweat her
“Chief Sosa, I look up to you,” pussy boy, you better
If you ain’t smokin’ OG, I don’t want your weed
Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed
Do this shit for Cap’ and Blood, throwin’ C’s, throwin’ B’s
Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze

[Verse 1]
Lift this chopper like some weights, I ain’t bench pressin’
Got FNH up in the club and I got Smith & Wesson
But I don’t really like Smith & Wesson, got Glock, boy
If he decide to knock you down, you’s a opp, boy
Pulled up in that ugly thing, it got teeth on it
They like “What the fuck’s a feature, ain’t got Keef on it”
This bitch wanna roll some weed and put some keef on it
At the top hangin’ off the clouds, yeah my sleeves on it
If you lookin’ for me, I’m prolly in New Orleans
With them 504 boys, no Levis jeans
Come through with 450s, nigga flee the scene
Bitch a 223 chopper, that’s what Keef’ll bring

[Chorus]
Chocolate chopper for him, he think it’s vanilla
30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that I’m sweat her
“Chief Sosa, I look up to you,” pussy boy, you better
If you ain’t smokin’ OG, I don’t want your weed
Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed
Do this shit for Cap’ and Blood, throwin’ C’s, throwin’ B’s
Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze

[Verse 2]
Up this Glock and sneeze, catch you, ha-choo
Come through and knock down your partner, I mean to pop you
Like we was shootin’ some craps, I mean to spot you
You’s a goofy to the audience, no need to clap you
I got plenty B-roll, like a camera man
Diddy Boppin’ in the party, that’s Keef Hammer Dance
You can put me at the back and I’m still gon’ win
Stompin’ on the heads of my mufuckin’ mini-man
Brown brick mansion, lookin’ like some wheats, nigga
Six car garage, well I got three in them
Gotta go super far for the other three
Pull off and my shit soundin’ ugly

[Chorus]
Chocolate chopper for him, he think it’s vanilla
30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that I’m sweat her
“Chief Sosa, I look up to you,” pussy boy, you better
If you ain’t smokin’ OG, I don’t want your weed
Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed
Do this shit for Cap’ and Blood, throwin’ C’s, throwin’ B’s
Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang bang, bang bang

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Take a look at my life back then, trap season
When you make it, everybody think it’s easy
My family need me, my squad let me lead them
Get this bitch ass nigga, tryna run up on me
Had the plug with the Maly, the Xans and the counterfeit
When I’m livin the Migo life, it’s hard to live
When I walk with my shooter, it’s hard to give
For real, man, you know we made a mill
Independent, we ain’t sign no deal
You niggas trippin, cause you out buisness
We came in the game, so vavaisous
We in mantions, doing shows
RIP my nigga Pistol Pete, I know he lookin down on us
Now when I walk around, a north nigga gotta keep the Mac

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset!
Na, for real, had to grab the Duce in time
Na, for real, young rich nigga got ripped off, over halftime
On the block, beat it like Alkine
200 for the Alk-line
Standin in the stove with a slab, that’s a cookie slab
Police try to give me life, I had a alabi
Fuck nigga, you lie
Real nigga hit you with the Mac and the 9
For real, we the new Hot Boys
Stack up all that money, gotta be a downpour
We ahead of the lingo, go ahead and pour
Skellitons on the Rolli, lookin bold
I’m a batuler, I live in the mansion, let’s get it
40 for the safe, that’s right, yep

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Pintes never seeled, I keep the bricks in the seel for sail
Remember kickin in doors, takin stacks to help my grandma career
Trap on the blocks, with the racks and snow
Young nigga tryna make a dope deal
They askin me questions, like Dr. Phill
Got excited when I saw half a mill
I was plannin just to get a record deal, now we independent, only come for Ms
Came a long way from bustin sticks and steal
There’s a lot of shit I regret I did
Can’t let neggitivity get to me, I’m taking a private jet to Sissilie
So you the Grinch stole Christmas
I got the OG, in that Christmas tree

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

[Intro]
Randolph, yeah, yeah
Zeeshan

[Verse 1: Randolph]
Ah
You don’t like me that’s established
Keyboard warrior
Ugly ass catfish
You can never @ this
Out here, living that lavish life
You should be embarrassed, yikes
Cashin’ the vault so it’s safe to say
Your boy stayed dry on a rainy days
World flow, we set the stage
Walter White bitches say my name
Coming at me, you’ll need stamina
This ain’t for amateurs
Waiting for hours and hours
To shine on the camera
Still got you powerless
Life is a bitch but she look like an hourglass
Got no time for this shit
Doubling down because I’m tryna get rich
And I’m tryna take it to another level
Got a hundred bags full of hundred bezels
I’m a fuckin’ rebel, I shoot first
Carry the game cuz’ the shoes hurt
Put it all on my back
Weather the storm
It make it rain ’till it’s three in the morn’
From dirt, to rock, to private planes
Home studios to live on stage
And ain’t nothin’ changed
We’ve been goin’ in since day (day)
Uh, Loyalty pays (pays)
You’ve been waiting for that royalty wage (ah)
It’s never gonna come, is it? (woo)
Like your girl, don’t need her digits (woo)
Imma show her what a real man like (yeah)
Plenty commas when we fly (we fly)
No empty bottles they all night
But this life it’s ride or die

[Hook: KSI]
Young winner come fear us
I’m a god like Beerus
Made my mark like Overmars
I don’t see nobody comin’ near us
Ain’t no limit where we’re goin’ now
I got women, always showin’ now
On the viewin’ any Judas lookin’
We will make ’em missin’
Ain’t nobody kissin’ now

[Verse 2: KSI]
Young winner young sinner, peace her when I’m done
And that head spinnin’ cash
Brotha I’m the breadwinner
Bread but I run ‘cus you wouldn’t be the soul
Son of Danny Glover, whipping out the Adams
So they never pop up
Woah
My life I’m keepin’ it all on the low
Who am I fuckin’, oh you wanna know
Started this all on my own
With that venomous flow as the C to the E to the O
I come and go with the fitness
Millions all over to witness
Millions all over the bank
Millions all over the business
Can’t come at me
Upper echelon
The real OG
The YouTube don
Fuck your number one, ‘cus I’m limitless
Don’t fuck with me, else I’m leavin’ you spiritless
Nah, nah, nah
Why is my ex tryin’a message, I don’t wanna talk to you
Nah, nah, nah
Even this guy want some money, you know I don’t fuck with you
Nah, nah, nah
Tweetin’ your peace on the net let me come there and humble you
Nah, nah, nah
I’m on a level where even the devil is scared of me
I got some enemies
Always want hate ’till I die, ‘cus I fucked up their legacy
Negative energies
All of the bitches I finish, I keep them in memory
Fuck with my enemies
I am the king of the sheep
You can stay as a wannabe
Keep being under me
I’m on another level
I’m a new age rebel ‘cus

[Hook: KSI]
Young winner come fear us
I’m a god like Beerus
Made my mark like Overmars
I don’t see nobody comin’ near us
Ain’t no limit where we’re goin’ now
I got women, always showin’ now
On the viewin’ any Judas lookin’
Make ’em missin’
Ain’t nobody kissin’ now

Young winner come fear us
I’m a god like Beerus
Made my mark like Overmars
I don’t see nobody comin’ near us
Ain’t no limit where we’re goin’ now
I got women, always showin’ now
On the viewin’ any Judas lookin’
Make ’em missin’
Ain’t nobody kissin’ now

[Outro: KSI]
Motherfucker (yeah)

[Verse]
Remember I was gang banging
Earning my lil stripes and got my name ranging
Rap got me getting money now my name ringing
Heard my cousin say that he gone let that fame change him
Yeah you right I might go buy 2 just to change ranges
Might run it up and think about you throw some change your way
Can’t go back to my old self I’m tryna change your ways
See my life from both ways
I ain’t been asleep in 4 days
Everybody off molly, cocaine
I prefer to stay in my lane
I know they funding me
They dying to see what go on in my brain
Might have 3 bad bitches with me I’m tryna get some 4 play
Take a pic when I wake up I fell asleep in Dolce
In Mardi Gras I’m having too much I lost the Rollie
Probably having too much too much fun I lost the Rollie
In Mardi Gras I’m having too much fun I lost the Rollie
I smoke 2 zips on canal
Woke up and popped a rozay
Got my bitch with me and she hot to 5th degree
I keep my stick with me it’s not like (?) efficiently
Shoot long range like Fazo
Run up just like Pistol P
I might go out like I’m Roc on the block where I be
I feel like Lil Gage that bitch just might be bigger than me
What happened to that boy still a mystery
Used to ride out with that sword but thats history
Now I’m selling out on tour guess that’s victory
I was born official
Gangster to the fucking gristle
My bitch a gangster
She get mad cause she can’t hold a pistol
I keep a lil shooter with me
Not to mention still got a lil shooter in me
Everywhere I go
Even when I’m on the go
Got a (?) Glock or ruger with me
What’s with me? XD
They gone settle for less
Rage out with the tec
Until they respect me
When it’s five out
Hit him in his face, chest, in the head, in his neck if a nigga test me
Never had bullet proof vests on me pull up on Essex and see
Won’t see my name on no statement
You ain’t tote them pipes get arrested with me
2 am back on the block it’s too hot know you ain’t (?)
Paid to record in new studios niggas ain’t had none invested in me
I met the streets before 21
Imma young OG a blessing to be
Wish I can get everybody but
We know the truth it be messing with me
Just cause I ain’t in the hood no more do that make me less of a G?
Niggas wanna see me up top with the rest of the Gs
And I’m in O’Hare airport LV backpack full of Gs
Or I’m at the (?) jumping off the Japanese
I’m in my black truck
Smoke one and I’m catching Zs
All I hear a bunch of fuck shit got me catching Zs
You rap niggas need to go out to some spelling bees
Killing yourself fucking with that fake promethazine
No it ain’t no clean
I used to drink on hella lean
Don’t let Instagram and fame infiltrate your team
I went home to 50k I was just a teen
If they head ain’t in the game then adjust your team

[Intro]
Gun ’em down (Bih, yeah)
With a .50 (Brr, bih, brr)
Gun ’em down
Oh my God, huh
Ya dig
999 shit (Ayy)

[Chorus]
When I’m in town (Yeah), party’s goin’ down (You dig? It’s goin’ down)
Shoot ’em down (Bow), with a .50 round (You dig? A .50 round)
Run the town (What?), ballin’ hard, you outta bounds (You dig? Swish)
So much money, damn it, I forget to count (You dig? Cash, cash, cash)
Ayy, look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig?)
I get the cash, I’m out (You dig? Yeah), I do the dash, I’m out (You dig? Yeah)
Look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig?)
I get the cash, I’m out (Look), I just be cashin’ out (You dig? Skrr)

[Verse 1]
Walk in that bitch and I’m faded, uh, I fuck that bitch when I’m faded
I got the M&M’s (Millions), called my mom, told her I made it
Yeah, mama, your son too famous, yeah, he on everybody playlist
But he’s still armed and dangerous, he’ll pop at a stranger
Sippin’ lean, cliché, I still do it anyway
Red or purple in the cup, which one should I pick today? Ayy, ayy
Sippin’ hard, gun on me, no need for bodyguard
Aim at your body parts, yeah, take off your body parts, yeah
I’m swingin’ when I’m off the ecstasy, that’s a Molly park, yeah
Iron on me, hoo-hoo, that’s a Tony Stark, yeah
Pourin’ fours in a twenty, yeah, I’m soda pop, yeah
I’m O.C., three-gram wood full of OG
Give BM dick like Moby, uh, gonna make him flash, Adobe, uh
Pay up that cash, you owe me, yeah, huh
Bitch, I need it
Matter fact, fuck that shit, I’m rich, you can keep it
Yeah (Bitch, woo, yeah), damn
Rich niggas over here (They over here), yeah
Broke niggas over there (They over there)
Why is you over here? (Why?)
Go over there (Go over, go over, go over there)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I’m in town (Yeah), party’s goin’ down (You dig? It’s goin’ down)
Shoot ’em down (Bow), with a .50 round (You dig? A .50 round)
Run the town (What?), ballin’ hard, you outta bounds (You dig? Swish)
So much money, damn it, I forget to count (You dig? Cash, cash, cash)
Ayy, look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig?)
I get the cash, I’m out (You dig? Yeah), I do the dash, I’m out (You dig? Yeah)
Look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig? Look)
I get the cash, I’m out (Look), I just be cashin’ out (Skrr)

Dun Deal on the track

Is you with me or against me? (With me or against me?)
I’m a OG now so you need me (OG, I’m a OG)
Think you poppin’ Xanax bars, but it’s Fentanyl
(No-no bars, it’s Fentanyl)
Think you’re living life like rockstars but you’re dead now (Yeah)
Let me put you under my wing
I can teach you one thing (Let me put you under my wing)
Let me put you under my wing
I can show you it ain’t all about a chain (Ayy, ayy)

I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
Say we all need a big bro (All need a big bro)
All need a big bro (All need a big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Yeah)

Show you how to get a ring on that championship team
When you get a ring, it’s a championship
Teach ’em how to get them P’s on the back of RV’s
When you get ‘cross seas, it’s a championship
Clappin’ on things like I’m in New Orleans
When I hit ’em hard I be striking them
Calling all gangs ’cause I’m right with them
You too young to be hanging out all night with them

Brrrrrrr (Ahh)
Tsh, it’s a young nigga calling my phone (Ahh)
What’s happening?
Hey big bro, them niggas just got me for my chain (Ahh)
What?
Them niggas just set me up big brother
They just got me for my chain (Ahh)
Aw man (Ahh)
Damn (Ahh)
Ay, ay, calm down, calm down, we gon’ get it back (Ahh)
Just pull up on me, tell me what happened (Ahh)

Big bro ridin’ with the tool tight (Big bro)
Big bro straight, he live the coot life (Big bro)
Been through the struggle played the rules right (Big bro)
Ain’t got nothing to prove, big bro got nine stripes (Big bro)
You out here tryna live your broke life (You, you, ayy)
You out here tryna live that GOAT life (You, you, ayy)
You gonna fuck around, take your life (You, you)
Instagram and guns just don’t go right (No, no, ayy)

I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
Say we all need a big bro (All need a big bro)
All need a big bro (All need a big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Yeah)

[Hook]
Young, young nigga but I’m bummin’ like a double OG
Fuck one barrel, got a double on me
I got backpack cash, keep a duffel on me
And I’m on the shrooms, keep the truffles on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me

[Verse 1]
Ooh, more drip than a typhoon
And I got a way with words, Doc Seuss
And I always keep some killers in the room
Make the tool go “ooh”
VVS Jewels, go “ooh”
Shine like a gold tooth
I’m the new ting
You’re the old news
Red bottom drippin’, like a Pyru
Bet your man can’t do what I was gon’ do
Girl you better pick a side, it’s him or I
Go on and leave him sick inside, Need an MRI
She know I’ve been gettin’ high, see it in my eyes
Avoid the lows, ayy
Pop pills with my bros, ayy
Hide the blues, in the back, so they don’t see
And check the Gucci, they forgot to check the Dolche
Vision blurry, still drive, I’ma be straight
Pullin’ up early to the cash, I won’t be late

[Hook]
Bummin’ like a double OG
Fuck one barrel, got a double on me
I got backpack cash, keep a duffel on me
And I’m on the shrooms, keep the truffles on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me

[Verse 2]
Stunt so damn hard, I ain’t even notice she was standin’ there
I don’t even know about you, but shit, it feel like I’m the man in here
WIth that choppa, I’m a hot boy
Got a fan in here
On the corner of your block boy, like a thot boy
They hit your potato head, turn to tater tots boy
I’m a grown kid, used to loan that kids bop, boy
Hung up on yo bitch, if she hit me back, tell her my phone died
Really I was talkin’ to a bitch I met on the north side
I’m so confused, yeah I’m super high
I ask all the girls, I’m a super guy
Get my heart away, such a stupid guy
Still I ball so hard, I don’t even try

[Hook]
Bummin’ like a double OG
Fuck one barrel, got a double on me
I got backpack cash, keep a duffel on me
And I’m on the shrooms, keep the truffles on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
But I’m bummin’ like a double OG
Fuck one barrel, got a double on me
I got backpack cash, keep a duffel on me
And I’m on the shrooms, keep the truffles on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me

[Intro: Rich The Kid & Leafs]
Ayy, ayy
Esketit, mayne, yeaah
Leafs Sensei

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Plug walk (plug walk, plug, plug)
I don’t even understand how the fuck my plug talk (huh? what, what?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, I don’t let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe)
New freak, had to cut my other lil’ bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil’ bitch)
50K, you could come and book a nigga for a plug walk

[Verse 1: Leafs]
I’ll be going strong
Ik finesse je chick, King Kong
You be in the [?]
Nigga, I ain’t done (nigga, I ain’t done)
Tell me what you lingo
Anders schop ik herres met m’n gringo
Got your bitch sittin’ on my D, tho
But I ain’t flaggin’, that’s my OG, tho
Ya’ll be in the fast life
You be eatin’, that’s life
I’ll be eatin’, that’s right
Trippin’? No way, I’m a [?] sensei, bae
[?] what I say
You can be my bae, ay

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Plug walk (plug walk, plug, plug)
I don’t even understand how the fuck my plug talk (huh? what, what?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, I don’t let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe)
New freak, had to cut my other lil’ bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil’ bitch)
50K, you could come and book a nigga for a plug walk

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Big ol’ Bentley, it’s a spaceship (woah)
Call me on my phone, I don’t say shit (what?)
I make money when I talk (when I talk)
I’m a boss, take a loss (I’m a what?)
I could introduce you to the plug (to the plug)
Bitch, this ain’t no Henny in my cup (lil’ bitch)
Stayed down, now the racks up (racks up)
She gon’ let me fuck, ass up (ass up)
Plug
I stuck kis in the Louis V (Louis V)
Fuck 12, I’m a G, ain’t no stoppin’ me (ain’t no stoppin’ me)
And my wrist is on overseas (drip)
Rich nigga, you can’t talk to me (rich)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Ayy, plug walk (plug walk, plug, plug)
I don’t even understand how the fuck my plug talk (huh? what, what?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, I don’t let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe)
New freak, had to cut my other lil’ bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil’ bitch)
50K, you could come and book a nigga for a plug walk

[Outro: Leafs]
On the wave like a du-rag
So I ask bitch: “Aight, do that”
Now I’m in the cave like Zubat
Got 2 bad bitches, that’s too bad

[Chorus]
Walked out Gucci then crossed the street (fuck it)
Upset stomach, I had to eat (ooh)
Walked in Louis and spent six Gs (fuck it)
Ran out of Swishers to stuff the weed (ooh)
Walked in Shell (ooh), flamed up a L (ooh)
Bumpy Margiels (ooh), feel like braille (ooh)
Dirty ass ginger ale (ooh), came through the mail (ooh)
I fucked your girl (ooh), in the hotel (ooh)

[Verse 1]
Fast ass two-door parked up the street
Hope you don’t try it, I’ll up the piece
Went to Miami and hit STORY
My bitch on a OG gas diet, just weed, no meat (ooh, ooh)
Dirty ass pop (ooh), shook it with the top (top)
Drinkin’ while I shop, took it with two yops (yops)
Make the coupe fast just to get way from the cops (cops)
Your bitch is popped, motor non-stop (stop)

[Chorus]
Walked out Gucci then crossed the street (fuck it)
Upset stomach, I had to eat (ooh)
Walked in Louis and spent six Gs (fuck it)
Ran out of Swishers to stuff the weed (ooh)
Walked in Shell (ooh), flamed up a L (ooh)
Bumpy Margiels (ooh), feel like braille (ooh)
Dirty ass ginger ale (ooh), came through the mail (ooh)
I fucked your girl (ooh), in the hotel (ooh)

[Verse 2]
Lean 650, I up the kit (fiend)
Hope you ain’t kiss her, she sucked my dick (ooh)
Let my mans fuck her, I set the pick
Up until the bitch started fussin’, it didn’t get shit (shit shit)
Might but a Jag (Jag), if it not the Bent (Bent)
How much for it cash (cash), I wasn’t tryna rent (rent)
Smoking strong gas (gas), I done just went through a zip (zip)
Bought a four pack (pack), did it just to flip (flip)

[Chorus]
Walked out Gucci then crossed the street (fuck it)
Upset stomach, I had to eat (ooh)
Walked in Louis and spent six Gs (fuck it)
Ran out of Swishers to stuff the weed (ooh)
Walked in Shell (ooh), flamed up a L (ooh)
Bumpy Margiels (ooh), feel like braille (ooh)
Dirty ass ginger ale (ooh), came through the mail (ooh)
I fucked your girl (ooh), in the hotel (ooh)

(feat. Big Baby Tape & TVETH)

[Интро]
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That’s the, that’s the
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That’s that, that’s that

[Куплет 1: Big Baby Tape]
Этот день особый, я проснулся и я feelin’ good
У меня есть куш, мой хоуми мчит ко мне, везет с собой те бэквуд
Дэймбэг, Тэйп и boof bag, рядом мой фон, а также десять hoe
Косяк и косяк, дабл кап новый sound, бро
Курим на парковке стики ики, хоуми, ты залип
Мы сидим в кустах, в моих трусах лежит extendo clip
Cadillac whip, зип OG, статус VIP
Бейби Тейп и DJ Tape, как Тимати и DJ Dlee
Мой косяк дымит, мои меха все наполняют blow
Камехамеха, я атакую это для Монроу
Мчу на тачке, я в дрова, wussup, homeboy
И я роллю свой блант, пока прошлый иссяк
Но весь дым в меня проник
Мы дымим на doggy-self, мое тело steady leanin
В ламбаргини суки на бикине, а не в [?]
Kush стал louder и у меня есть powder
Я будто Стиви Уандер, вижу в бланте чистый [?], битч

[Куплет 2: OG Prince]
Я кладу боль на стол, кручу одной рукой
Туса на все сто, бой, и зачем немеет всё лицо
I’m feelin’ good, меня убила эта сама суть
Шмаляю с двух, даю вино из ниоткуда, как Иисус
Сука хочет видеть мои слезы, эй
Но я их набиваю на лице, эй
Насколько тебе сложно не заметить
Это длинные листья, бензо гэнг
Бензо линзы на моем носу
Вся свежесть гейма на моем носу
Вся свежесть гейма – это мы, браток
И many, many, many over сук
Мой ? на прицел ?
Кручу косяк, глотаю круг
Cash me outside, how about that?
Вся моя жизнь большой абсурд
На высоте каждый день, но сплю в земле
От ваших песен диабет, убей меня из пушки, побыстрей
Why you trappin’ so hard?
Я кручу уже пятый косяк
Я клянусь, нахуй этих девчонок
И тех, кому что-то не так
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Это длинные листья
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, twist it

[Куплет 3: Tveth]
Новый день настал, в кармане тысяча рублей
Я вкачал инту, теперь колдую, словно чародей
Утреннее солнце, за мной ходит моя тень
Подо мной горит кортес, нет необкашляных проблем
Ведь я встал, помолился, налил, отпил, поджег и вот я здесь
Листья тянуться наверх, ствол сжимает моя бэй
Сука, я не верю в чудо, пью банан и карамель
Не поможет парамедик, если в деле [?]
Где я сегодня был, теперь меня там нет
Досыпаю пыль на авиабилет
Кай высокий как Филипп, пунктуальный как [?]
На одной стерео дорожке: OG, Baby, Tveth, yeah

[Аутро]
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That’s that, that’s that
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That’s that, that’s that
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That’s that, that’s that
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That’s that, that’s that

(feat. FKA twigs)

[Instrumental]

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
Fuck ’em, fuck sleep, come clean, zonin’
Can’t forget that I’m golden, can’t forget where I’m going
Fuck popo, police, enemies, fake homies
Can’t forget that I’m a OG, better act like you know it

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Blunt smoke, smoke weed, codeine, cough
Tell that bitch that I’m awesome, better back the fuck up off me
Coco, Selene, Tiffany, she flossy
Ain’t concerned with who worthy, can’t forget that she bossy

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
We house buying surf board just trying to ride the wave
I was cooking up another fucking tidal wave
Had to get entitled motherfuckers out the way
Had to take another title sorry for the wait
Barely ever took a break on, fashion like my time need
More hours in a day, I apologize if I’m late
Doctor Vane whoa
Barley look like I’m awake
Darker shades, bluer veins, bluer money in the bank

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
Fuck ’em, fuck sleep, come clean, zoning
Can’t forget that I’m golden, can’t forget where I’m going
Fuck popo, police, enemies, fake homies
Can’t forget that I’m a OG, better act like you know it

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & FKA Twigs]
I remember I was pooring, I was young and living homeless
Now I rock it Ricky Owens, eyes looking like he rolling
Got new bags under my eyelids, new bags up in my closets
New bags like I went shoppin’, got new bags on new bags
Minds better at seeing two now, needing up on my down time
Hit the waves with the new sound
House tunes but its screwed down
Thats dope (sauce)
Take a sec to thank the lord
‘Nother one to call my folks
Hit my momma on the phone
She like “son you the boss”
Focus, don’t get caught up in the moment
Can’t forget that I’m golden
Don’t forget that I’m chosen

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
Fuck ’em, fuck sleep, come clean, zoning
Can’t forget that I’m golden, can’t forget where I’m going
Fuck popo, police, enemies, fake homies
Can’t forget that I’m a OG, better act like you know it

[Verse 3: FKA Twigs]
They called me a bitch
Burned me like saffron, my matter is golden
A child of the oldest
My touch is righteous, like virus my Midas
I’m golden
He holds me when I’m present
I’m chosen
So hold me tight I swear
I’m golden

[Outro: A$AP Rocky & FKA twigs]
Fuck ’em, fuck sleep, come clean, zonin’ (Hold him)
Can’t forget that I’m golden, can’t forget where I’m going
Fuck popo, police, enemies, fake homies (Golden)
Can’t forget that I’m a OG, better act like you know it

[Verse 1]
Oh right, I’m thinking it’s getting late
I’m running on an hour sleep
I’m ’bout to hit Marina Bay
Someone call the valet
I’ve got a classic case of OG heartache
And I don’t like to wait
Don’t make me wait on you, you
Let’s get this started
See you changed my life and I won’t ever forget it
I’m telling you, you
They all had me wrong except for you, you
I won’t let you go

[Chorus]
Original heartthrob
Giving me heart problems
I can’t take making love to anyone but you
Original heartthrob
You make my body erupt
I can’t take waking up to anyone but you
Don’t make me wait on you, you
Don’t make me wait on you, you

[Verse 2]
At night your aura turns to blue
Your kisses paint me rouge
You got me wide awake riding on your body wave
Lemme know the time and place
Baby I just want a taste
And I don’t like to wait
Come with me, we can party in the city
When nobody else is up
‘Cause whenever you’re with me, there’s nobody catching up
No they won’t, I won’t let you go, I won’t let you go
No I won’t, they’ve all got me wrong, they’ve all got me wrong

[Chorus]
Original heartthrob
Giving me heart problems
I can’t take making love to anyone but you
Original heartthrob
You make my body erupt
I can’t take waking up to anyone but you
Don’t make me wait on you
Don’t make me wait on you

[Verse 3]
I’m leaving from the commodore
Headed to your front door
Open up and let me in
Have my heart, it’s yours
I’m feeling like I’m 25
Girl you got me on a ride
I’m glad that you’re on my side

[Chorus]
Original heartthrob
Giving me heart problems
I can’t take making love to anyone but you
Original heartthrob
You make my body erupt
I can’t take waking up to anyone but you

[Outro]
I’m in love, I’m in love
‘Cause I’m in love, I’m in love

[Verse 1]
Back on my shit, you should be nervous boy
Maybach ride, I’m ducked low behind them curtains boy
And I got my feet up, young nigga sittin’ comfy though
Backwood, ten grams, we blowin’ heavy smoke
Left Cash Money then I went back to the home team
Had to find me wave, I had to tap into the old me
Never read my comments on the ‘Gram, yeah y’all don’t know me
Say you putting numbers up huh, you gotta show me
Snoop said, “Get these niggas,” so I’ma get ’em dog
One house, ten bitches, that how I’m living dog
Strip club, ten bands, then watch ’em take it off
If she don’t fuck, I don’t tip, that’s I how I do it y’all
Let’s get back to this real shit a nigga been through
All that shit they write about me, y’all think that it’s true
See I’m too rich to be depressed and I don’t fuck with the press
Yeah, smoke ’cause I’m stressed, OG nothing less
We at Teterboro when them planes touchdown
Balenciaga runners on my feet when I touch ground
Gotta watch your circle, it’s a circus, niggas turn clowns
Go ‘head with all that fake love shit, I know what’s up now
Gotta watch these hoes nowadays, they all want to be famous
And if she make it past the lobby, she signin’ a statement
Because these hoes nowadays attackin’ niggas who famous
You see Russell and the Weinsteins, I ain’t catchin’ them cases, roll up

[Verse 2]
Yeah, boy I got options like a quarterback
I lost my little nigga to lean, he had a heart attack (damn)
And all these rappers gettin’ taxed out here
Heard you got pressed in LA, you can’t relax out there
Take ’em to Compton, Wack, I swear they wouldn’t last out there
They in your pockets huh, you paying for that pass out there
That’s extortion at its finest my nigga
We in these streets every night, it ain’t hard to find us my nigga
Bentley, Lamb, Rover, that’s all we ride my nigga
You and 30 niggas, 30 clips, so don’t try my nigga
Drop my own shit, I couldn’t wait on Jermaine
And I’m just speakin’ facts boy, I’ll never hate on Jermaine
And see I see shit different, now our view ain’t the same
You still stuck on that old shit, boy the business done changed
I skipped a show just so I could see you Chris
Day ones, me and you been through a lot of shit
No matter what you gon’ always be my little brother
And it kill me when we in public and we ain’t speaking to each other
This shit crazy, oh my fault Brown, this shit brazy
We grown men, let’s turn this shit around
Ciroc got me feeling all emotional
Speaking from my heart, that’s what I’m supposed to do
Students of the game and boy I’m coachin’ you
No subtweetin’, you talk shit, boy I’m approachin’ you
That’s real

[Outro]
Fucked up right now
Gone off this Ciroc nigga
Niggas got me in my feelings
Fuck around, wake up and regret everything I say
But I thought that’s what hip-hop was about though
So fuck it

[Intro]
La, la, la, la, la
La, ra, ra, ra, la

[Verse 1]
Hey baby, won’t you lie to me?
Oh darling, tell me, pretty please
Oh baby, baby, won’t you tell me what I want to hear?
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Bout those bitches, I don’t wanna know
They think they love you, fuck those other hoes
They had you for a minute, just tell them you belong to me
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)

[Chorus]
(Your number one)
I just wanna be
(Your only love)
To me it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is blind
I’m in love and love is blind

[Verse 2]
Cook you breakfast in my birthday suit
When you’re sick, I’ll cook you chicken soup
Just feed me, feed me the delicious lines I want to hear
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Bout those bitches, I don’t wanna know
They think they love you, fuck those other hoes
They had you for a second, just tell them you belong to me
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)

[Chorus]
(Your number one)
I just wanna be
(Your only love)
To me it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is blind
I’m in love and love is blind
Blind (Love is blind)
‘Ind (Love is blind)

[Bridge]
I’m number one, original, the OG forever
Mrs. two, por vida y que we’ll be together
Me say three, call me your main bae
‘Cause baby I’m your ruca and your [?]
You’re my darling since it started
We gonna run it, stay one hundred
Keep it coming at this woman, creation
So pass the dutchess and give me those eyes
Pass the dutchie, got me hypnotized

[Chorus]
(Your number one)
I just wanna be
(Your only love)
To me it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is blind
I’m in love and love is blind
Blind (Love is blind)
‘Ind (Love is blind)
(Tell those bitches to go home)
(Tell them bitches to go home)

Interlude
(Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, yeah, yeah, yes)
Wind up, wind up, aye
Wind up, wind up, aye
Wind down, wind down now
Wind down, wind down
All my girls
Wind down, wind down now
Wind down, wind down (wind down)
Wind up, wind up now
Wind up, wind up
Yes, sir
Wind down, wind down
Wind down, wind down now
Now wind it all around, wind it all around
Grab on your main
Wind it all around, wind it all around
Grab on your main
Wind it all around in a circle round
Wind it again
Wind it all around in a circle round
Wind it again
Wind it up around in a circle round
Wind it again
Wind it all around in a circle round now
Wind it again

[Intro]
Dollar
MWA Music
Off the collar
Postman
Yeah

[Chorus]
Ayy, get your pussy wet
Put that on my feelings, OG on my breath, ayy
Roll the dice life and rest in peace Hugh Hef, ayy
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, ayy
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, yeah
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, ayy
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, yeah
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, yeah

[Verse 1]
She want a Benz without the top, she wanna skrrt
Fuck I look like, I ain’t a trick baby
You can have whatever, long as you come with that bag first
Sorry I’m different, but don’t you go mistakin’ me for a pimp baby
I can get her the new Birkin, let her ride in that big body suburban
Diamonds so wet, started surfin’, I know my old chick probably still be lurkin’
I just be workin’, no time for flirtin’, and that’s for certain
She suck my dick ’til it hurtin’, chew that boy nasty, then she start burpin’

[Chorus]
Ayy, get your pussy wet
Put that on my feelings, OG on my breath, ayy
Roll the dice life and rest in peace Hugh Hef, ayy
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, ayy
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, yeah
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, ayy
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, yeah
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, yeah

[Verse 2]
Lil baby stop teasin’
You know I came in for a reason
I see you over there creepin’
Just left my jeweler, he said boy you freezin’
Woke up feelin’ blessed but I ain’t sneezin’
Walked in with a mink, like it’s winter season
She walkin’ right behind me then started geekin’
I looked at her and said shawty you tweakin’
Just get on your knees, give me that neck, give me that giraffe
Your shawty went down, she made a mess, girl spit on my Rafs
Baby stay down, don’t make a sound, I’ma just smoke on this pound
Chanel that’s around, might fuck around and just fly you out of town

[Chorus]
Ayy, get your pussy wet
Put that on my feelings, OG on my breath, ayy
Roll the dice life and rest in peace Hugh Hef, ayy
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, ayy
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, yeah
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, ayy
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, yeah
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, yeah
Ayy, get your pussy wet
Put that on my feelings, OG on my breath, ayy
Roll the dice life and rest in peace Hugh Hef, ayy
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, ayy
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, yeah
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, ayy
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, yeah
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, yeah

[Chorus]
Riding ’round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now
Riding ’round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now

[Verse 1]
Yeah hop in the AMG just start the engine
Don’t give a damn about a thing because we winning
They was sleeping on the boy in the beginning
But now the DJs keep the boy’s songs spinning
Now she spinning on that pole
They looking at us cause we spending all this dough
Cameras flashing soon as I walk through the door
No one can talk, no one can take no pictures
Rolling up a swisher I think I can feel the liquor now
I can feel it, I can feel it
She dancing on me, spinning on me, know she feel it
You see that double cup right there? Please don’t spill it

[Chorus]
Riding ’round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now
Riding ’round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now

[Verse 2]
Now it’s Goyard on the belt
Goyard on my slippers make your shorty melt
She eating that dick up like it’s good for her health
I know she fucking with me cause I got some wealth
The kid finally hot, I’m tryna give these niggas hell
But my wrist cold steel
New ice alert, now my neck on chill
Pops ain’t bitching no more, he know that I’m gon’ kill
Foreign hoes call me, running up my phone bill
My gang is smelling like a pound of OG
New mink coat on me feeling hella cozy
Back in high school that bitch act like she ain’t know me
Now them diamonds in my Rollie told that ho to blow me

[Chorus]
Riding ’round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now
Riding ’round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now

[Outro]
Riding ’round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Riding ’round the city in my ripped jeans

(feat. 2 Chainz)

[Chorus]
Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder
Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder
Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder
Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder
I been in it for some hours

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
I got money, I got money
I bought freedom, I bought freedom
I earned my shit riding in them traps serving them geekers
I bought a lawyer, I bought a lawyer
He beat them cases, He beat them cases
You should seen them dirty cracker racist faces
And I walked outta court like Pac sold my last brick and bought a storefront on the block, on the block
Now I’m OG, Now I’m OG
Niggas know me, Niggas know me
But I don’t tolerate that conversate bout the ol’ me, bout the ol’ me
Ain’t no workin getting sold round here
If ya high partner don’t call my phone or come near
Outta here with that that fuck shit get from round here
Niggas like you and the feds usually come within a year
I don’t like you see I bought a few stores from my rivals
Now that ol’ money getting laundered up watch it cycle, watch it cycle
Bought my uncle’s company now I tow cars, now I tow cars
He made his first half a mil with red tow cars, with red tow cars

[Chorus]
Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder
Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder
Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder
Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder
I been in it for some hours

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
One time for the dope man dope man just last went up all kid coke man
Two time for the dope man dope man let your mama bum where your ass at coke man
Every Thanksgiving people get a turkey cuz the government looking at ‘em like they ain’t worth eh
Politicians sending niggas off to prison while they actin like they reputation clean as the church
We celebrate Pablo and Chapo, we don’t really give a fuck about a cop though
I’m a mover and a shaker I’m a real money maker and its known I used to sell cocaine
I’m a player I’m a player and the player know the mayor and the mayor know I know some thangs
When my cousin caught a case see the mayor was a counselor in college they whipped them thangs
I ain’t never had a plug named Julio, but I’m a tell you right now its who ya know
I ain’t never had a flight down to Mexico, but it took me 3 bricks to buy a CITGO
And a CITGO and a CITGO, fat nigga went legit and got rich folks
Did what I had to do to get paid, escape the game like a runaway slave

[Chorus]
Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder
Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder
Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder
Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder
I been in it for some hours

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
‘Bout 14 I start selling nicks
By 15 I got a felony
By 16 I got my driver’s license start using J’s car to pedal lean
College Park that my stompin’ ground
Used to trap out the apartments
Got my baggies and digi scale
Bought a doll out the Starship
Got my first slab outta Bouldercrest
Got my second slab outta Bouldercrest
Got my third slab Bouldercrest
By my fourth slab I was paying rent
Mama said I was responsible
I was raised by Dr. Huxtable
I ain’t never been comfortable
Hot dogs and pork and bean lunchables
God Bless all my enemies
Got 2 buildings on Peters Street
3 studios and a day care
Crib in Florida don’t stay there
Just to show you where I came from
This the land of the bass drum
Grandmama was the Xan plug
Strip club got a fan club, ya dig!

[Chorus]
Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder
Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder
Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder
Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder
I been in it for some hours

[Intro]
Southside on the track, yeah
Southside
Southside
Yeah
Strapped

[Chorus]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them loc’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the “d” in dope for real
Saint Laurent on my coat for real
That Draco, that Draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

[Verse 1]
Temp fade, new J’s
All day, catch plays
White tee, dope boy
Move that dope, boy
Trappin’ out a bando
Servin’ out a window
Tryna run our mills up
That’s what we pay the rent for
Fuck it up in the Gucci store, them M’s in
Bad bitch lookin’ like Bernice, I call her Slim Jim
I just want push start on my car
Shoutout the hood, they know I’m a god
They know we bang wherever we are
I just took these cuts on stage
Look at these VVS’s in my chain
I’m doing better, I can’t even complain
Bought it plain, then I blew out the brain
Birkin bag, make the bitch go insane
With the gang, I ain’t switchin’ the name
Paper tag, got me switchin’ these lanes
Do anything to get me some chains
These niggas be fuckin’ for fame

[Chorus]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them loc’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the “d” in dope for real
Saint Laurent on my coat for real
That Draco, that Draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

[Verse 2]
I’m doing shit that they wishing they could
I’m the first one, brought my Wraith through the hood
They hated on me, but it’s still all good
Draco on me, and it’s still all wood
I’m on probation, they let off a fool
They on my drip, tryna see what I do
They takin’ notes, tryna study my moves
They tryna do what I do
All-Star weekend, I was gettin’ the pack in
Heard you got your shit took, nigga you lackin’
Big body Benz “beep, beep” when it back in
Real street niggas buyin’ bags with the backends
These niggas ain’t authentic, they actin’
And I ain’t get to the money, they cappin’
What happened?
I thought you was a real one?
Solitary stones in my ear, these the clear ones
These diamonds dancin’ too loud in my ear, so I don’t hear them
My homie got the stick, I got the glizzy
We don’t fear them
These niggas don’t wanna play with us
I swear that we gon’ kill them

[Chrous]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the “d” in dope for real
Saint Laurent on my coat for real
That Draco, that Draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood
Strapped

She never met a brown boy hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys and she say i’m the realest

[Hook] (x2)
She never met a brown boy hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys and she say i’m the realest
Our pockets full of brown boy tell me what’s the business

[Verse 1]
I’m not the type of brown boy you take home to your daddy
I’m the type you call when you wanna smoke a fatty
I’m the type that got the killers on speed dial
If you diss me in the mall i’m shuttin’ shit down
I’m about to steal another brown boy’s bitch now
I’m leavin’ from the Rex and i’m going to B-Town
It’s like i’m born in Texas the way i’m drinkin’ lean now
She think i’m crazy pop a molly i can’t sit down
All of the bitches who diss me you ain’t doin’ shit now
All of the niggas who ridin’ man they turn to snitch now
All of my niggas they killers they won’t pass on a lick
We never fold, never throwed, don’t fight over a bitch
And if you diss me on the road they might empty the clip
Just like future fuck around you tryna dodge bullets
You say they wanna rob me tell them try to pull it
I show your bitch the D and she know where to put it

[Hook] (x4)
She never met a brown boy hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys and she say i’m the realest
Our pockets full of brown boy tell me what’s the business

[Verse 2]
Say she scared i’m gonna change when i get money
Say she scared and she don’t like who i’m becoming
Shawty movin’ insecure and it’s a turn off
Rollin’ up i gotta lot of stress to burn off
There’s not a lot of OG’s that i can learn off
They’re tryna help but really wishin’ i would fall off

(I’m leaving from the Rexs and I’m going to B-Town) (x2)

[Hook] (x2)
She never met a brown boy hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys and she say i’m the realest
Our pockets full of brown boy tell me that’s the business

(feat. Dirtcaps & Jo Mersa)

[Verse 1]
Badman ah rude bwoy, ah de warrior
OG, ambush dem wid de fiyah mek kno sah
Bow!
Emperor Selassie – I we praise
Thinking of some better ways
TInk mi mi fren dem fe get paid
An mi record dem fe play
Dem procrastinate
Tell dem fe delay dem bubble too much
An a nuh time fe pay
Yuh warrior dem hungry an dem ah look ah plate
Suh dem home sweet home need to renovate
Yes I come before the soul
You only know from I adore
But in the jungle the lion roars
You never thought I’m a warrior
(Oh, oh)
I’m a warrior
(Oh, oh)
The lion ah real warrior
Nuff time we ah carry dat
X amount ah liquor mi ah warrior

[Hook]
Look inna mi face mi is a warrior
Look inna mi face mi is a warrior
Wooaaah Ooh!
Wooaaah Ooh!
Wooaaah Ooh!

[Verse 2]
Yes I come before the soul
You only know from I adore
And in the jungle the lion roars
You never thought I’m a warrior
In the jungle the lion roars (Oh, oh)
I’m a warrior
In the jungle the lion roars (Oh, oh)
In the jungle the lion roars
The lion ah real warrior
Nuff time we ah carry dat
X amount ah liquor mi ah warrior

[Hook]
Look inna mi face mi is a warrior
Look inna mi face mi is a warrior
Jo Merse ah warrior
Carnage him ah warrior
GY ah warriors
Know seh we ah warriors
Jo Merse ah warrior
Carnage him ah warrior
Anyweh yuh see de lion know seh we ah warriors
Man ah warrior
Man an man ah warrior
Man ah warrior
Man an man ah warrior
Man ah warrior
Man an man ah warrior

[Outro]
Anyweh yuh see de lion dem know we ah warriors

[Intro]
Look at the bottom, I had to make it, I had to
Came with a record deal, I had to touch it, I had to
All the jealousy it got activated (outta no where)
All the fake love it got activated

[Verse 1]
Got some people, they really my kin don’t feel like we family though
Then I got some people, they only my friends and feel like we family though
Whenever it’s time to stick to the plan
I know how to handle it most (I got it)
Vanish the foes and cancel the hoes
Just so I could manage to go
Deactivated and I’ma do me, I am not goin’ on E
You know I’m out in these streets but let me not eat
I’m robbin’ these niggas that’s out here on fleek
And thats on my OG
One thing I learned from these suckers
These niggas don’t be your brothers
These bitches don’t even love you
Better keep your circle small
‘Cause that loyalty is a bad motherfucker
That loyalty, that bitch a bad motherfucker
I caught my sister stealing out my pockets
It ain’t your fault if I don’t trust you
I can still get five years for the pistol
Ain’t no way around it, I’m clutchin’
If I’m ever threatened, if I’m disrespected
Ain’t no way around it, I’m bustin’
I got some people, we got different blood
They wanna see me in a Ghost (Rolls-Royce)
And I got some people, we got the same blood
They wanna see me as a ghost (Dead)
That’s why I’m doin’ the most, playin’ my role
Better tuck your bitch, I’m at niggas hoes
Thick spread, all blue faces, I don’t need dubs to make it look long
Dreadhead but I’m a city nigga, if I’m pussy, then Biggie living
Won’t fuck just an bitch and I’ll let this bitch blow at any nigga
Date day with the belly spray
And it’s really gold, I ain’t going’ different
Should invest into funeral homes
‘Cause these bitches dyin’ just to fuck with us (she did)
Bro said the last bag was garbage (garbage)
So I paid him back out of respect (here you go)
Stand up, nigga, if I fuck with you, it’s 100 brah, I don’t finesse (100)
When I ain’t fuck with niggas, it was all blood
Laugh, cry with him, for cuz
His loyalty ain’t where I need it at
So it’s a shame I can’t even call Dub
I like to call baby, like what’s the word? Chillin’, I ain’t on shit tonight
She gonna come through, get me right
And I’ma crash through it like she ran the light
Well, I gotta go before I miss this flight (I’m gone)
So I’m tryna get up (get up)
I’m like a kid before Christmas night
Who ain’t never had none in his life, like
This really my life with zero exaggeration
Some niggas just elevated, got me feelin’ activated
Lost a lot in them cells and cages but held on to my dedication
The money got me fascinated, saw that shit and got activated

[Chorus]
Saw the money and got activated
Saw the money and got activated
Saw the money and got activated
Saw the money and got activated
Saw the money and got activated

[Verse 2]
Canada Goose keep me warm in my cold city (Detroit)
I got a pole with me, Glock cost 450
Your bitch blowin’ (she’s drunk), took my soul with her (suck it)
They got they hand out (what?), I don’t even know niggas
For testing the game? I’m testing my aim
If i die today, I got a M to my name
In 2015, ain’t have a stack to my name (broke)
Cuz let me starve, sent him a pic in a new Mulsanne
Tell him I saw the money and got activated

[Chorus]
Saw the money and got activated
Saw the money and got activated
I saw the money and got activated
Saw the money and got activated
Saw the money and got activated
I saw the money and got activated
I saw the money and got activated

[Verse 1]
I used to say
Do dreams really come true?
Do miracles happen?
Can I get paid for my passion?
When I was young and my American fam would laugh at my accent
I’d say my accent is ’bout as thick as your glasses, ha
Proud to say I’ve never caught up with fashion
These clothes can’t cover your soul
And as of lately
I’ve been focused on my lady
Fuck bitches, man, them hoes ain’t covered in gold
They wouldn’t let me cross the borders, the customs had me hold
It’s my story, if I ain’t tell it, it will never be told
Every man must stand on his own two
I know the grind, [?] taught me how to hustle in ’02
From flippin’ burgers to committin’ burglaries, uh
From winnin’ spelling bee’s to catchin’ felonies, uh
My hood credentials
Such way to protection
Momma, I pray I make it to make up for what you been through

[Chorus]
Nobody really gets you
Feel like the whole world is against you
And ain’t nobody comin’ in your rescue
And all you wanna do is be the best you
Just know you’re born for this ill life
You ain’t the only one goin’ through this ill life
All I know how to live is this ill life
They gon’ see what I did with this ill life, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Uh, follow my story
See the pain in my steps
Sunshine bring life
So I’ma reign of the death
For the sake of my kid, I’m tryna find some common ground with my ex
But it’s hard to get right when you left
And lately shit done got me thinkin’
How I gotta strike in order to become a kingpin
Let that sink in
Quiet in the club, just smokin’, drinkin’
Or yellin’ free my niggas like I’m Lincoln
Remember when Cole would open for Drake
And I would open for Cole
So I’ma climb to the top, I was still two levels below
That shit just feed the hunger, I have to settle the score
Get off toe, hop out my bike, back to pedellin’ dope
Talk about bein’ stressed, had to finally accept
I’d be rich if I could catch a reality check
Money ain’t never make me
Pussy ain’t never slaved me
So trappin’ while I’m rappin’ just prayin’ that Lord you save me

[Chorus]
Nobody really gets you
Feel like the whole world is against you
And ain’t nobody comin’ in your rescue
And all you wanna do is be the best you
Just know you’re born for this ill life
You ain’t the only one goin’ through this ill life
All I know how to live is this ill life
They gon’ see what I did with this life, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
Uh, and what I can say?
Besides I want it
Want it more, kinda sore
A young boy make a fossils out of these dinosaurs
Say it, say it loud and proud
Own that shit, I got ownership
I can hand out these eviction notices
Young black landlord
Niggas can’t see me like a sandstorm
Big gold medals like we ran for ’em
Still willin’ to fall for what we stand for
Violate, I’ll cut off your lights like I pulled the lamp cord
Uh, we catch flights then catch feelings
Hard to smell the hate through the scent of a fresh million
Realest niggas recite me, the fake never relate
I’m from where a man is measured by what he got in his safe
[?]
On the corner duckin’ police
Know me, I grew up and I blew up now I’m the OG
Slim nigga pockets so big
Got my bitches on a short leash

[Chorus: Preme & [Nicki Minaj?]]
Nobody really gets you
Feel like the whole world is against you
And ain’t nobody comin’ in your rescue
And all you wanna do is be the best you
Just know you’re born for this ill life
You ain’t the only one goin’ through this ill life
All I know how to live is this ill life
They gon’ see what I did with this life, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Record man play my song on the radio
You too busy tryna find that blue-eyed soul
I let my black hair grow and my weed smoke
And I swear too much on the regular
We gone let them hits fly, we gone let it go
If it ain’t XO then it gotta go
I just won a new award for a kids show
Talking ’bout a face numbing off a bag of blow
I’m like, goddamn, bitch, I am not a Teen Choice
Goddamn, bitch, I am not a bleach boy
Whip game, make a nigga understand though
Got that Hannibal, Silence of the Lambo
Hit the gas so hard make it rotate
All my niggas blew up like a propane
All these R&B niggas be so lame
Got a sweet Asian chick, she go Lo Mein

[Chorus]
You know me, you know man, you know me
Every time you try to forget who I am
I’ll be right there to remind you again
You know me (pow! pow!), you know me

[Verse 2]
Said I’m just tryna swim in something wetter than the ocean
Faded off a double cup, I’m mixing up the potion
All I wanna do is make that money and make dope shit
It just seem like niggas tryna sound like all my old shit
Everybody knows it, all these niggas know me
Platinum off a mixtape, sipping on that codeine
Pour it in my trophies, roll until my nose bleed
I’ma keep on singing while I’m burning up that OG
All my niggas get it they make money all alone
Rock a chain around they neck, making sure I’m getting home
When I travel ’round the globe, make a couple mil’ a show
And I come back to my city, I fuck every girl I know
Used to walk around with a slouch, had a mattress on the floor
Now my shit straight
Eating all day, tryna lose weight
That good sex, we’ll sweat it out
Hotel bed springs, we’ll wear it out
I ain’t gotta tell you ’cause

[Chorus]
You know me, you know me
You know man, you know me
Every time you try to forget who I am
I’ll be right there to remind you again
You know me (pow! pow!), you know me

[Bridge]
Why don’t you shake some, shake somethin’
For the Don? Don’t you break nothin’, break nothin’
Baby girl, won’t you work some, work somethin’
For the Don? Don’t you hurt nothin’, hurt nothin’
Big girl, won’t you shake some, shake somethin’
For the Don? Don’t you break nothin’, break nothin’
Baby girl, won’t you work some, work somethin’
For the Don? don’t you hurt nothin’, hurt nothin’

[Outro]
‘Cause you know me, they know me
You ain’t know me, yet you know me

[Intro]
Smash my heart in pieces, it looks so good on the floor

[Chorus]
For the night, for the night
State to state, back to back, all the time
Get the bag, airtight
I could change your whole motherfuckin’ life
For the night, for the night
State to state, back to back, all the time
Get the bag, airtight
I could change your whole motherfuckin’ life

[Verse 1]
There I go, on the road again
Losin’ my love while losin’ my friends, yeah
Havin’ fun, Where will it end?
Where do the fun start? Where it begin?
I’m the type who likes to wear
Count all my blessings, count all my ends
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My life is up on the road, sometimes I never go home
Zooted I’m stoned, OG, cookies and dro
Moshpits, I’m throwin’ bows, breakdown but I won’t fall
Life’s callin’, I got to go, meet me before my show
Loco from all this pain, fucked up, I misbehave
Some things will never change, blacked out, I’m not OK
I wanna know I’m safe, show money, I’m gettin’ paid

[Bridge]
I make money to replace you, used to love you, now I hate you
I make money to replace you, used to love you, now I hate you

[Chorus]
For the night, for the night
State to state, back to back, all the time
Get the bag, airtight
I could change your whole motherfuckin’ life
For the night, for the night
State to state, back to back, all the time
Get the bag, airtight
I could change your whole motherfuckin’ life

[Verse 2]
Live show, you never know, solo, I’m on my own
Sometimes you crash and burn, fuck it, man, I don’t know
Fuck it, let’s go get stoned, groupies I wanna bone
Premo, I’m in the zone, stay high but move ’round low
Lone girl, nowhere to go, studio will be my home
I got nowhere to go
Bitches be in my throne but they can’t have my smoke
Rich kid, I’m all alone, I won’t pick up my phone
You hear the dial tone, OT I’m never home
Back roll or rolling stone, sometimes you die alone (you die alone)

[Chorus]
For the night, for the night
State to state, back to back, all the time
Get the bag, airtight
I could change your whole motherfuckin’ life
For the night, for the night
State to state, back to back, all the time
Get the bag, airtight
I could change your whole motherfuckin’ life

[Intro: Smokepurpp]
When you hear that money counter, that’s Killa Slade in the back
Ffff beep!
Yuh! Esketit

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
My cup is soo muddy, goddammit
It’s me and Uncle, goddamnit
Got with your bitch and we smashin’
We makin’ an oreo sandwich
I blow up a nigga with toolies
His bitch the on the run she foolish
Goddamn I love fuckin’ these groupies
We goin’ it look like a (?)
100 round drum on my head
Pussy soo I might slip
Pussy soo wet it gon’ drip
Pussy soo wet I might lick
Codeine and sprite what I sip
She don’t get shit but this dick
I make her cum, make her flip
Samsung, it jump on hip
Bitch wanna rip on my bong
Bitch wanna sing all my songs

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy

[Verse 2: Smokepurpp]
I just be smoking and I just be lurking
I cannot focus, you niggas are roses
You fake, niggas know I can’t relate
I want a .37, no 38
Everyone I know got a .40
I swear that these niggas don’t know me
I swear that these niggas don’t know me
I swear to God, dammit, these niggas so phony
Bitch, I’ma ball like Ginobli, I swear I be smokin’ on OG
When I pull up, fuck the police
And get the picture like Sony

[Intro]
Like we ain’t never ever go hard for this
They don’t let us in, we bogartin’ this shit
Yeah
They talkin’ ’bout practice, bloody
Like we don’t practice, bloody

[Verse 1]
Who said I don’t go hard? Bitch, I go so hard
I don’t care who got it, we still in charge
Fuck these hoes, fuck these broads, I don’t got no time (no)
Do you see my pockets (yeah), I’m doin’ just fine
Don’t call my line, don’t call my line (don’t call it) if you ain’t talkin’ checks (what?)
Oh you tryna flex? (What?) We are not impressed
Bankrolls in my sweats, hitters to my left (woo, woo)
Pull up to the club (skrrt), fuck it up, then we left (skrrt)
Hennessy on my breath, OG in my chest
Oh you makin’ threats? Okay, say less (say less)
Don’t act like you know me (huh?) I don’t know you guys (no)
So if I say, "Who you?," (who them?) do not act surprised
Man, I don’t pay y’all no mind, no, I just pay my bills (yeah)
No Netflix and chill, bitch, I get checks and chill
Put that pussy on my grills, bitch, tell me how it feels (woo)
They say that I’m rude, no I’m just that real (woo)

[Chorus]
Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
Bitch, we active, we active
I just dump a bitch and dump my ashes, my ashes

[Verse 2]
Oh you tried to doubt me? They tried to doubt me
Oh you a hater? Keep that shit from ’round me
Pull up in that Audi, skrrt skrrt, then I’m outtie (skrrt skrrt)
Put my chain on her, she like, "Oh, you tryna drown me?" (Ooh)
Back when I was broke, you was tryna clown me
‘Member when you said you was better off without me?
Now I’m shittin’ on you (shittin’), ooh, I did it on you
Now you got the blues, like I’m Crippin’ on you (woo)
But I’m on my Blood shit, suu whoop, suu whoop (suu whoop)
I be fuckin’ doll bitches, voodoo, voodoo (voodoo)
If you gettin’ money then, you cool, you cool (you cool)
But I don’t know you guys, who you? Who you? (Who dem?)
I do what I do, bitch, mind your business
I’m talkin’ my shit, because I’m twisted
I’ma be a billionaire, speak that to existence (ayy)
I believe that shit, if I say it then I meant it
You can’t tell me nothin’, everything in function
I don’t hear no facts, nope, I just hear assumptions
You said you was poppin’ (word), I heard you was bluffin’
Oh you frontin’ frontin’, you really ’bout nothin’
Chicken with the stuffin’, we gettin’ that bank, bank
We gettin’ that KK, fuck what you think, think
We smokin’ that stank stank, loud pack, yeah that dank dank
I ball every pay day, everyday is pay day

[Chorus]
Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
Bitch, we active, we active
I just dump a bitch and dump my ashes, my ashes

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody
Bloody, bloody
Like we ain’t never ever go hard for this shit
They don’t let us in, we bogartin’ this shit

[Outro]
Like we ain’t never ever go hard
They don’t let us in, we bogartin’
Bloody, bloody, ayy
Bloody, bloody, ayy
We go hard for this
If they don’t let us in, we bogartin’ this

[Intro]
(CashMoneyAP)

[Hook: Lil Johnnie]
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda

[Verse 1: Lil Johnnie]
I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
And I don’t give a fuck about your fuckin’ nana
All my brothers on the block stay with them hammers
They ain’t buildin’ houses, they pull up and blam ya
You ain’t talkin’ money there ain’t shit to say
Callin’ up the plug, I need a zip a day
Holdin’ out your knock well that’s a give-a-way
You a pussy bitch it’s in your DNA
I feel I’m Pac the way I turn that deuce to a dub
I feel I’m Pac the way I hit that lean with the cut
Hit that lean with the cut
This a swamp in my cup
I just got a pint through the mail man
I’ve been smokin’ dope with my mail man
I’ve been livin’ shit with like a mail man
Got that cookie-cookie by the bail man

[Hook: Lil Johnnie]
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda

[Verse 2: Slim Jesus]
I just dropped a deuce in a pineapple soda
Then I called up Lil Johnnie on his Motorola
Told him I need a couple ounces of OG yoda
Said he on his way and we finna roll up
Then it’s back to the trap and I’m countin’ yola
I don’t play bout my money, no remote controller
I got shooters on call and they stay poured up
They pull up on ya, kill you quicker than ebola
Yeah I be with the savages where it’s dangerous
And we don’t fuck with 12 they ain’t scarin’ shit
Funk we do a lot of flexin’ he just movin’ licks
We run up in his house and we takin’ shit
Say he got a bad bitch, he just talkin’ shit
My bitch bad, your bitch fat, you call her thick
And I sold you cut lean cause you a straight lick
Go ahead, run up on me, you gon’ eat this clip

[Hook: Lil Johnnie]
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda

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