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[Intro: Jeezy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Alright, alright
104
Oh yeah
Yeah, what’s up?
Uh, uh

[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Dropped two-fifty on the vert
And I got it all out the dirt
Oh yeah, feds hit the spot on the first
12 lost two when it hurt (Goddamn)
Oh yeah, caught a cell charge, made bail
Then I went and bought me a scale
Oh yeah, is the nigga blind? I can’t tell
He readin’ them bricks like braille
Oh yeah, dawg touched down from the feds
Say he ’bout to dig up his bread
Oh yeah, chopper get to choppin’ ’bout the bread
Cost that boy an arm and a leg
Oh yeah, used to get the Remy out of trunks
I was really, really, really in the hood
Oh yeah used to get the bricks from Lauderdale
When I’m down there I’m really, really good

[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Rolex before the record deal (Swear to God, nigga)
Traphouse did five mil’
Why these niggas don’t like me?
And yet they tryna be just like me
Oh yeah, came straight from the dope game
Still smellin’ like a whole thing
My wrist sore, I need some Rogaine
Flex dancin’ like Soul Train
How you want it, nine or the TEC?
The money counter faster than a jet
Oh yeah, bitch called twice, she got nerves, man
95 South, she got curves, man
Started off hustling on the curb, man
Hit ’em with the brrt, bought a bird, man
Oh yeah, you either get it or you got it
Just know you can’t live without it (What’s up?)

[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah

[Interlude: Jeezy]
What’s up?
You already know what this shit is, nigga (Oh yeah)
Either you got it or you don’t
Either you got it or you gon’ go get it, nigga
Oh yeah, what? Yeah
Why he got a gun on him?
Multi-milli’
But we still movin’ like that though
Huh, woop
104, nigga
This shit for real, nigga, hah
Ball Greezy, I see you, baby
Haha, ah
Lauderdale, what they do, get them M’s up, nigga
Huh, Snow

[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah

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[Chorus]
(808 my crew)
You’s a pussy nigga, you’s a pussy (Southside)
You’s a pussy nigga, you’s a, you’s a pussy (Pyrex whipper)
Let her suck all on your neck, you’s a big pussy
You didn’t really get her wet, ’cause you’re big pussy
Nigga shootin’ a jammin’ TEC, ’cause you’re big pussy
You’ll get fingered with a clip, you’s a big pussy
Let a nigga snatch your necklace, you’re big pussy
I rock all water baguettes on you big pussies

[Verse 1]
It’s a pussy, pussy, wussy
It’s a pussy, wussy, pussy
Bal Harbours, and I was fresh out of charters
Louis V joggers, green Birkin, that Frogger
She with that nose bleed
She was gettin’ high as she ‘posed to be
I’m in another league
Whenever I ride, they notice me
She gave her throat to me
I bought her a big face Rollie-ie
She breakin’ your code with me
I bought her the rose gold rosary
Jump in the back, this is a bullet proof ‘Lac
500 racks, baby said, “Don’t get fat”
Extra racks, what I charge ’em to cook up is crack
Who been in the sack? ‘Bout to set up a lil’ mouse trap

[Chorus]
You’s a pussy nigga, you’s a pussy
You’s a pussy nigga, you’s a, you’s a pussy (Woah)
Let her suck all on your neck, you’s a big pussy (Woah)
You didn’t really get her wet, ’cause you’re big pussy (Woah)
Nigga shootin’ a jammin’ TEC, ’cause you’re big pussy
You’ll get fingered with a clip, you’s a big pussy
Let a nigga snatch your necklace, you’re big pussy
I rock all water baguettes on you big pussies

[Verse 2]
That’s your man, yeah
Hurry, pull off in a Hellcat
He owe me bands
Suck you some dick or I’m shootin’ your man, jack
She in the back
But she went dark in the nat, jack
She drink the nut, yeah
She don’t be spittin’ out nothin’, yeah

[Chorus]
You’s a pussy nigga, you’s a pussy
You’s a pussy nigga, you’s a, you’s a pussy
Let her suck all on your neck, you’s a big pussy
You didn’t really get her wet, ’cause you’re big pussy (Woah)
Nigga shootin’ a jammin’ TEC, ’cause you’re big pussy (Woah)
You’ll get fingered with a clip, you’s a big pussy (Woah)
Let a nigga snatch your necklace, you’re big pussy
I rock all water baguettes on you big pussies

[Outro]
It’s a pussy, pussy, wussy
It’s a pussy, wussy, pussy
It’s a pussy, pussy, pussy
It’s a pussy, pussy, pussy

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[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
Five-Five-Six, hit a nigga broad day
Shoot him in the leg and I took off his face
We ain’t doing no playing, we totin’ these Drac’s
I catch him up in traffic, boost the murder rate
Murder on my mind, I coming like Melly
I pop me a perc and it’s sitting in my belly
I went on a mission, you know I was ready
I hang out the window, shoot shit like Mageddon
I might shoot to Chicago and link up with Tay
I hit up the plug, I need me a play
I used to be broke, I made me a way
And free all my niggas, they fighting the cases
They locked in the cage, you know that they with it
They know I’m from Memphis, they know that we killin’
When these bullets hit, you know it’s no healin’
Cause I aim at your noggin, I’m knockin’ your fitted

[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
When you talking to me, come correct
Shoot through your neck, you don’t need a vest
We totin’ them Drac’s, put up your TEC
And just like a pussy, I leave him wet
Hide your momma, hide your son
You know I’m a savage when I got a gun
We killin’ for real, we do it for fun
You could call me Osama, I keep me a bomb

[Verse 2: TaySav & NLE Choppa]
Back in the party, my Glock out
F&N make niggas clock out
I’m on the block with the rocks out
Call Choppa, tell his ass pop out
Make all the guys bring all the mops out
AR-15 with the stock out
I been going too hard, I can’t stop now
Nigga Patek bust down, like a thot now
They know I’m a bug, might rob the plug
Feed him some slugs, came from the slums
Make your bitch suck on my dick like a thumb
Flexin’ too hard, man you niggas some bums
Don’t love these bitches, cause bitches is dumb
Just wanna fuck, when I hit ’em, I’m done
Being broke, it made me pick up gun
Ask one of the guys and gave it like “huh”
Ain’t ask no questions, he gave me a seven
Asked for some work and he gave me a seven
Slid on the opps ’cause I knew I was ready
Shoot at his brain ’til it turns to spaghetti
Ain’t got no dollar, you niggas is petty
Caught my first body, I hopped out a Chevy
Them slugs hit your chest and your body get heavy
I pop out with choppers, so nigga don’t test me
Aye, this nigga think he a problem
I make a phone call to Choppa
We gon’ run down on his partners
He made a phone call to me, so I pulled in a hurry
He tried to run off, get hit with the 30
You knowin’ that I’m poppin’ niggas like perky’s
Them bullets heat a nigga just like a turkey

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[Chorus: Wizkid]
Act like you don’t know me
Mi no lie
I do this thing and I do this thing for real
Mi no lie
Got a couple girls and guys who could die for me
Mi no lie
Buss’ up the party and everything, doo, doo
Mi no lie
Call off the beef sometime, everything nice and fine
Mi no lie
Roll up the wing one time, dem girls, they’re nice and fine
Mi no lie
Mama told me, “Boy, don’t stop, don’t give up”
Mi no lie
Started from the streets, to my mandem, big up

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Yeah, GoldLink is a good example for the assholes and the adolescents
Big dawg with a great smile, look like shark poker, yeah they get aggressive
Skin glossy than a mothafucka, teeth sharper than my lip
So my teeth cut my lip, I put a diamond on that bitch
Jewish star for the set, yeah this summer had us movin’ different
Tat an eagle on my neck, ’cause this winter we was flyin’ different
And my niggas show and prove, still be rappin’ like I’m [broke?]
How a youngin’ this smooth? I’m really dirty with the stroke, yeah

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Act like you don’t know me
Mi no lie
I do this thing and I do this thing for real
Mi no lie
Got a couple girls and guys who could die for me
Mi no lie
Buss’ up the party and everything, doo, doo
Mi no lie
Call off the beef sometime, everything nice and fine
Mi no lie
Roll up the wing one time, dem girls, they’re nice and fine
Mi no lie
Mama told me, “Boy, don’t stop, don’t give up”
Mi no lie
Started from the streets, to my mandem, big up

[Bridge: Wizkid & GoldLink]
Mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie
Mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie
Mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie
Mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie
Mi no lie
([?] middle )
Mi no lie
([?] nigga)
Mi no lie
([?] middle )
Mi no lie
([?] nigga)

[Verse 2: GoldLink]
Yeah, I’m hella movin’ different
Went from duckin’ coppers, now we duckin’ paparazzi now
Fine lil’ tall black chick with an accent, she a model now
Drinkin’ bubbly liquor while I’m starin’ at her, lookin’ nothin’ like she talk
They remember when I was a youngin’, had the .40 draggin’ when they walk, huh
Blue flaggin’ while I’m parasailin’ with the boys and models out in Italy
Couple months ago, I was in the city on a date with a single ting
You’d prolly know her, and I never show, and she told me how she get security
But I always tell her I’m a hood nigga and this famous shit is new to me
Been down with the leg walk, old Versace for the jeans
I understand how my plug talk, I got Cuban in my genes
Never cubic on my neck, I got diamonds that’ll bling
I got shooters that’ll blitz, and all you’ll hear is dirty screams
Give me neck, give me neck, uh, trade my girl for a jet, uh
Trade her soul for some pocket change
Want the world, nothin’ less
Kill a rapper for respect, huh
Kill a rapper for respect, huh
Kill a nigga for a North Face
And some braggin’ rights and a TEC

[Outro]
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Truth teller, truth teller
(Skrrt, skrrt)
I’m never gon’ let up
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Back, back, back-ity-back, God, get ’em
(Skrrt, skrrt)
New levels, new levels
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Intro: 2Pac]
This go out to C. Delores Tucker
(God damn rap music I hate that)
Bob dole
(It’s just so violent and it destroys everybody)
And everybody else who feels like uh
(It makes the kids crazy)
They stronger than the constitution
(Kids kill people)
Freedom of speech big baby
(There’s cop haters)
Freedom of speech
(They goin’ against society I don’t understand the music, it’s too loud)
Outlawz!
(It’ too loud, it’s too rowdy, it’s too violent)
(Let’s ban all rap music)
Outlawz
(Ban 2Pac, ban the Outlaw Immortalz Ban ’em)

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
You can’t break me never made me, busta soft ass beats
This Outlaw style got a brother off the streets
Miss Delores Tucker sue me I won’t stop
‘Til we get justice for these crooked cops on my block
Time Warner full of sissies, tell ’em all to miss me
A bunch of hypocrites whistlin’ Dixie
Good riddance cause you never should of touched me
You cowards knew you couldn’t take the pressure I’ma make you sorry
Trust me
Did I cry when they dropped me? (nah), can they stop me? (won’t)
Tryna sell 4 million copies (T.H.U.G)
If I wasn’t spittin’ it’d be prison or death
This rap game all we got left
So try to comprehend where we comin’ from
Life as an Outlaw, ain’t meant for everyone
So here we come
Recognize how we organize
Strategize now we unified brothers on the rise
And we can’t stop

[Collision: Val Young]
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo

[Hook: Val Young]
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo

[Verse 2: E.D.I]
You don’t really wanna stop – stop
The only thing that we got
I bang knott’s, so how much you plot
On these youngsters, millions of ’em that’s lovin’ everything we say
Cause at this every single day yeah
Some of us is trippin’ on it (huh)
But in turn busta’s slippin’ on it
So get up on it, don’t be an opponent
Cause this is feedin’ my family, take it away
And see me in every single place you plan to be
Don’t stop

[Verse 3: Hussein Fatal]
I got 58 ways to get out of the game
But only one way’s gonna fit my name; Hussein
Ride by, with the block, I can’t stop
Not even for the cop’s will, I close down shop
Yo, I broke nights to get big, gettin’ rope spot’s hold it tight
(You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Runnin’ with fat blunts niggas ain’t rollin’ right
Temp this
I bitch this track, I love rap (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Senseless, relentless in every sentence but above that
Brain driller, fuckin’ Fatal’s a walkin’ pain killer
(You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Insane iller than caine, Uzi cops, then watch ’em fear ya
Who’s next?
I’m ready to check a neck in a second
(You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Gripin’ the TEC and slap’ ya head because I snap under pressure
Cuttin’ circulation
Stranded on the plant the earth’s chasin’
Scared of probation now I’m facin’ death tryna hurt a nation
Burn like acid
Fart, blunts and Jurassic, Park
My bastard ass click we got the strip mashin’

[Hook: Val Young]
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo

You don’t really gonna stop, hayy
You don’t really gonna stop, haha
You don’t really gonna stop, hayy
You don’t really gonna stop, haha

Mhm!, I won’t stop the music, I won’t stop the music
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music

[Intro]
Hey, hey
You know the mountains and the sun forever rise and go
How high the diamonds shinin’ on him
I don’t wanna go
Yeah the VVS’, oh
Thumb through the racks
Thumbin’ through the racks and a nigga gotta get right back
Gotta get right, gotta get right, right, right back
Gotta get right

[Chorus]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money lil’ bitch (Money, lil’ bitch)
Hundred round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit
These bitches be suckin’ and swallowin’ dick
I swear I can’t trust ’em for shit (Trust ’em for shit)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch (Dusty lil’ bitch)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch
Rollin’ up a lot of loud (Loud)
Aroma is inside the air (Inside the air)
When they was lookin’ at us (Lookin’ at us)
My demon told me it was unfair (No, no)

[Verse 1]
Gotta get racks, racks, racks (Racks, racks, racks)
Gotta go cop that Porsche (Cop that Porsche)
Got that bitch shakin’ ass in the kitchen in booty shorts (Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t tryna die no time soon, they say life too short
That’s only if you lose faith, we gotta get it today (Yeah)
Pop you a Molly or somethin’ else, Hennessy, get you some money and get it (Get it)
She wanna fuck on me, she suck a lil’ somethin’
She swallowin’ all of my niggas (For nothin’)
Ain’t droppin’ no dime
I swear to God, bitch I’ll do the time for all of my niggas (My Slimes)
Okay way down, paint it, okay, hair trigger

[Chorus]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money lil’ bitch (Money, lil’ bitch)
Hundred round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit
These bitches be suckin’ and swallowin’ dick
I swear I can’t trust ’em for shit (Trust ’em for shit)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch (A dusty lil’ bitch)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch
Rollin’ up a lot of loud (Loud, lot of loud)
Aroma is inside the air (You can smell it)
When they was lookin’ at us (Why you lookin’ at us?)
My demon told me it was unfair (Unfair)

[Verse 2]
Oh, baby, what you mean? Gotta get to this green
I don’t wanna do no more of that codeine
I’ll ho-o-old the Glock, I gotta get a bean
Oh, what you want is sex, she say she want Rolaids
Got a hundred round drum on that TEC
Don’t play with us, this shit get disrespectful
Beat the bitch one time, if I did it, then I bet I left her (I see you)
She wanna get it, she wanna fuck, I wanna go (I wanna go)
To a place that me and the lil’ bitch ain’t never been before (‘Fore)
Uh, I gotta get lil’ ho from Idaho, and
I don’t know what the fuck she got goin’ on, this shit so potent (So potent)
I’m rollin’, rollin’, I’m rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, locomotion (‘Motion)
I got a 40, I’ll hold this bitch and shoot it at you people (You people)

[Chorus]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money lil’ bitch (Money, lil’ bitch)
Hundred round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit (Bound to get hit)
These bitches be suckin’ and swallowin’ dick
I swear I can’t trust ’em for shit (Trust ’em for shit)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch (A dusty lil’ bitch)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch
Rollin’ up a lot of loud (Lot of loud)
Aroma is inside the air (In the air)
When they was lookin’ at us (At us)
My demon told me it was unfair

[Outro]
You gon’ get fucked from the dick by the back and go get you them Rolaids (Rolaids)
She want the Rolaids (Roll)
She want a Rolex (Go)
She on the wave, yeah
Young Nigga World, young nigga wavy
World, young nigga wavy

[Intro]
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
All the young’uns in my hood popping percs now
Gettin’ high to get by, it’s gettin’ worse now
You gotta tell ’em put them guns and the percs down
Them new jails got ten yards in ’em and that’s your first down, uh
And I ain’t come here to preach
I just had to say somethin’ ’cause I’m the one with the reach
Youngin’ gotta quarter ounce, he tryna turn into Meech
Ain’t had no daddy, he’s had to learn from the streets
I used to be a honor roll student, damn
Then I turned to a beast
The first time I seen a nigga get some blood on his sneaks
He had on Air Max 93s but was slumped in the street
His mama cryin’, that did somethin’ to me, oh Lord
The shit I’m doin’ for my hood I won’t get an award
I used to sell Reggie, damn how’ I get to the Forbes?
I take a shot, if I miss I’m gettin’ them boards
Ain’t quittin’ no more, like give me some more
We wearing Old Navy, it felt like Christian Dior
Was dead broke but rich in soul, was we really that poor?
Was we really that dumb? ‘Cause we carry a gun
And every nigga in my neighborhood carryin’ one
‘Cause we had nightmares of our mamas got to bury her son
I’m speakin’ to you as a prophet as rare as they come, uh
Gunshots sound like music hangin’ out the Buick
Why you wanna be a shooter?
Mama told me not to do it but I did it
Now I’m locked up in a prison
Callin’ mama like I shouldn’t have did it
Watch my dream shatter in an instant
I’m on a visit posin’ for the picture
Like I’m going for my prom or somethin’
Like I ain’t facing time or somethin’
Ridin’ for these niggas like that shit ain’t hurt my mom or somethin’
Only one gon’ get me commissary or even buy me somethin’
When it all fall down
I can call y’all now
Even if I hit your phone
That won’t get me home
Seen so many different times , these niggas did me wrong
Shit that’s the reason that I did this song

[Verse 2]
Shit we was kids used to play on the step
A couple years later we flirtin’ with the angel of death
I was eleven years old, I got my hands on the TEC
When I first touched it that shit gave me a rush
My homie’s dying I’m like “Maybe we next”
That just made me a threat
Knowin’ the niggas smoke my daddy it just made me upset
Made me a man shit I was five when God gave me my test
Go to court with a court appointed and he won’t say he objects
Now it’s you against the state and you ain’t got no cake
Jail overpopulated they ain’t got no space
I know a young’un that got murked ain’t get to drive no Wraith
But he in the hearse on the way to church, I know his mom gon’ faint
When she smell like embalment fluid, cologne all on her baby
Pastor said he sendin’ you home, she goin’ crazy
When they drop that casket all in the ground, who gon’ save me?
How could you blame me? When I’m tryna stay alive and just survive and beat them odds when niggas die by twenty-five
When I stop fearin’ for my life, when I decide to change my mind And stop totin’
Tryna smoke the pain away, they lock us up for smoking
Put ’em on probation, lock ’em up if you ain’t perfect
Victims of the system like a rain drop in the ocean
They closin’ all the schools and all the prisons gettin’ open

[Outro]
Yeah
See comin’ from where I come from
We had to beat the streets
Beat the system, beat racism, beat poverty
And now we made it through all that we at the championship

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, drink this cum, bitch getting pumped (woo)
Black bitch, Keke Palmer (black bitch)
Yeah, pray for a lifetime when you bond us (SEX)
Yeah yeah, real slow when I pump her (woo woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, it’s a sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no sir)
I did it because the principle

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I’ma dance, I was sexin yo’ mama (woo)
Nigga we smoked ’em, we don’t care ’bout no karma
All the homies are protected like Obama (woo woo)
Ancient gold Rolex like a condom (yeah)
Rolls gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rolls gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a [?] (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, it’s a sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker (tec)
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no)
I did it because the principle

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Wide body benz with a big nose
Amazon bitch was in some white toes (let’s go)
She got extravagant head, know that deepthroat (deepthroat)
YSL, I’m only ’bout that lingo
That’s the beauty of it, sell some then we split
Coupled with Owen kicks, feds wanna take a pic
I saw some beauty in yo’ bitch, I’m tryna screw my dick
Came in your main real quick, now my kids born rich (let’s go, let’s go)
Ride the foreign, whip built up with toilets
I ain’t bring no cash out the back, cuddle my wallet
We soft like cottonelle, pussy nigga silent
I kill you rat, you stand no care in my conscious

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, living large

[Verse 3: Lil Duke]
Tesla truck (truck), yeah, we young and rich don’t give a fuck (give no fuck)
Heckler Koch (Koch), four five shells, yeah they gon’ live for more
Can’t wife no thot (wife no thot), I just fuck ’em then I give ’em up (I give ’em up)
Ten bands on the fit, hoes they say I do too much (I do too much)
They diggin’ this shit like a grave (grave)
Can’t do nothing ‘less, I’m gettin’ paid (paid)
My bitches so stuck in they ways (in they ways)
Walk through the back of the bitch, it’s a maze (it’s a maze)
Condo by lane, it’s a mall in it
Ain’t no one nigga, we all win (we all win)
Beat up that pussy, get tall in (tall in)
Lambo so low gotta fall in (fall in)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker (tec)
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no)
I did it because the principle

[Outro: Young Thug]
Rolls gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rolls gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a [?] (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)

[Intro: Drake & MATT OX]
Yeah
I’m workin’ on dyin’

[Chorus]
I’m upset
Fifty thousand on my head, it’s disrespect
So offended that I had to double check
I’ma always take the money over sex
That’s why they need me out the way
What you expect?

[Verse 1]
Got a lot of blood and it’s cold
They keep tryna get me for my soul
Thankful for the women that I know
Can’t go fifty-fifty with no ho
Every month, I’m supposed to pay her bills
And get her what she want
I still got like seven years of doin’ what I want
My dad still got child support from 1991
Outta time, people love to pop a lot of shit then come around
Word to Flacko Jodye, he done seen us put it down
Niggas askin’ if I’m cool

[Chorus]
I’m upset
Hunnid thousand on my head, it’s disrespect
So offended that I had to double check

[Verse 2]
You tryna check?
This is real life, niggas think we playin’ chess
So what’s next?
Jump up out the bed like I’m possessed
I go out on tour and I say I’m drinkin’ less
End up gettin’ loose and gettin’ pictures from my ex
SMS, triple X
That’s the only time I ever shoot below the neck (skrr)
Why you keep on shootin’ if you know that nigga dead? (Skrr)
That’s the only kind of shit that gets you some respect

[Refrain]
Got a lot of blood and it’s cold
They keep tryna get me for my soul
Thankful for the women that I know
Can’t go fifty-fifty with no ho (ayy, ayy)
Every month, she don’t even love me, she just puttin’ on a front
She gon’ try and settle outta court and make a run
Then gon’ ask me how I’m doin’?

[Chorus]
I’m upset
Half a million on my head I can’t accept, yeah
‘Least it makes me feel someone tried their best, yeah
Want to waste a half a million, be my guest
Made me wanna buy a vest and a TEC (skrr)
But I’m blessed, I just checked
Hate me, never met me in the flesh
Said she’s got somethin’s she gotta come here and collect
That shit is in a box to the left, to the left

[Outro]
Got a lot of blood and it’s cold
They keep tryna get me for my soul (for my soul)
Thankful for the women that I know (that I know)
Can’t go fifty-fifty with no ho

[Intro]
Ooh, you a fool for this one
Yeah, this for them thug niggas, you heard me? (Oh)
We all got them trials and tribulations (slatt)
We all got a lotta niggas hatin’
But you know we gotta capitalize off that shit
You hear me? (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Bitch I really be rappin’, all my niggas really be trappin’
You hear me? But tell me what’s the difference though

[Chorus]
This for Lil Ben (Ben)
Shootout anywhere, you know that we with it
I done did it again (again)
This for them niggas that post in them trenches (yeah)
They callin’ again (YoungBoy the money good, he right here, I’ma zip him)
I’m fallin’ again (that’s my nigga, if he down, I’ma lift him)
Roll up a ‘gar, start up the car, let’s get off in some shit
Montana say he think somebody snitchin’ in the clique
This shit ain’t playin’, ain’t no tellin’ how worser can it get (can it get)
Let it play out ’cause if it’s true then I’ma split his shit (bow)

[Verse]
I cut his water short, I put that on my soul (on my soul)
We get it in how we live, they don’t know (they don’t know)
Death at the corner, devil on me, my heart cold (my heart cold)
Heard these niggas want it, grab the gutter, time to roll (skrrt)
Creep through the house, we let out shots the first minute we see ’em (bow, bow, bow)
MAC with a suppressor, once I bust it, they’ll never hear ’em (pew, pew)
Bitch we really steppin’, he want pressure, I wouldn’t wanna be him
‘Til that nigga die open fire every time I see him
Ran off with weed, I told Black Bo that we gon’ get ’em though
Every day I’m runnin’ with some hittas straight up out that four
Really big B livin’, sellin’ drugs right up off the porch
Play ’round with my money, squeeze his neck until he fuckin’ choke
‘Bout it, Black Bo slapped the fuck out the nigga that ratted on me
Got these tats in my face and I scream NBA
What the fuck do you mean it’s tatted on me
I’ma post in the Nawf with a TEC up on me
I’ma walk through the mall with a check up on me
Got a gun where my waist at, you know I don’t play that
I want a nigga for to take it from me
I heard these pussy niggas hatin’ on me
I guess that he pray to the devil (yeah)
They know that we stay ’bout whatever (yeah)
If he play then you know we gon’ stretch him (yeah)
I’m runnin’ with some cold steppers (steppers)
They don’t got no mind, they reckless (they reckless)
Say he gon’ rob me, you know I won’t let him (yeah)
Stay with that Glock and you know I’m a felon (pum, pow, pum, pum)

[Chorus]
This for Lil Ben (yeah)
Shootout anywhere, you know that we with it
I done did it again (yeah)
This for them niggas that post in them trenches (post in the trenches)
They callin’ again (YoungBoy the money good, he right here, I’ma zip him)
I’m fallin’ again (that’s my nigga, if he down, I’ma lift him)
Roll up a ‘gar, start up the car, let’s get off in some shit
Montana say he think somebody snitchin’ in the clique
This shit ain’t playin’, ain’t no tellin’ how worser can it get (ooh)
Let it play out ’cause if it’s true then I’ma split his shit (grra)

(feat. The-Dream)

[Hook: The Dream]
Creep up on these niggas
Creep up on these niggas
Speak up on these niggas
Speak up on a nigga
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin’ followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
Niggas ain’t been to church in a minute
But it’s funny how that TEC make a nigga get religious
Amen!

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
You rather be more famous than rich
Play your role, it’s easy acting like Mitch
“Paid In Full” was more than reading a script
Paid in full is really just being Rich Porter
Filling all standing orders
Would you question could I swim if you saw me walking on water?
Yeah, while every song got a rapper dance
Yuugh, I’m drug money like Dapper Dan
No retirement plans, no Derek Jeters
We all know I did it; Rodriguez
The illusion of money we don’t believe in
You ask me, Tyga looking like a genius
I’m Kim Jong of the crack song
Gil Scott-Heron to the black poem
Woo, the revolution will be televised
‘Cause we done see all and they telling lies

[Hook: The Dream]
Creep up on these niggas
Creep up on these niggas
Speak up on these niggas
Speak up on a nigga
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin’ followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
Niggas ain’t been to church in a minute
But it’s funny how that TEC make a nigga get religious
Amen!

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
You rather be more famous than rich
Play your role, it’s easy being my bitch
It’s only right for a queen to floss your shit
Rolex crowns, I emboss your wrist
The minimums, niggas ain’t synonyms
Dual exhausts, driving flying saucers
Diamond crosses, hang Takashi portraits
Street millionaires rub shoulders
And laugh at bitches fucking promoters
Hoping that they get noticed, still driving a Focus
What you fuck him for if you didn’t know what the goal was?
Shine, remote control blinds
That turn on the time lapse, controlled by the iPad
Ahhh, my living room rap scream crack money
I don’t trust rap niggas or rap money
See this air hole tech and get ratttttt from me

[Hook: The Dream]
Creep up on these niggas
Creep up on these niggas
Speak up on these niggas
Speak up on a nigga
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin’ followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
Niggas ain’t been to church in a minute
But it’s funny how that TEC make a nigga get religious
Amen!

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Niggas talking it, but ain’t living it
Two years later admitting it, all them niggas is renting shit
They ask why I’m still talking dope, why not?
The biggest rappers in the game broke, voilà
They say it’s hate, but it’s these well-dressed snakes
That learn to walk on the concrete, I just saw it and spoke to it
Yuugh, you ain’t know, you got coached through it
Wooo, the rap fans got hoaxed through it
Haaa, the whole time I sold coke through it
Nigga, and records I was Bo through it
King Push is synonymous with kingpin
Chess moves on your checkerboard, king him
Yeah, this is gun slingers and Goyard
Uh, this is O Dog in the courtyard
You wonder why I’m still here
I’m America’s worst nightmare
Night, night nigga

[Hook: The Dream]
Creep up on these niggas
Creep up on these niggas
Speak up on these niggas
Speak up on a nigga
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin’ followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
Niggas ain’t been to church in a minute
But it’s funny how that TEC make a nigga get religious
Amen!

[produced by: Hudson Mohawke, The-Dream, Frank Dukes & Boi-1da]

[Intro]
Everybody be askin’ me this
Everybody be askin’ me that
Why do they be questionin’ me?
Like “Dex, where you from, bro?” (Y’all know where the fuck I am from, man)
You know where the fuck I’m from (haha, let’s get it, man)
Woo, esketit (DDB shit, man)

[Verse 1]
I’m smokin’ on Woods (woo), I’m sippin’ on lean ‘fore I’m switchin’ lanes (drank)
I’m bussin’ so hard, I need me a water, I can’t feel my brain (I’m brainless)
These bitches they on me, they want them some money, they can’t get a thing (at all)
But baby, I want me some brain (that brain), she know I got fame, she know I’m the thing (esketit)
My .30 on me, you know I can’t lie, got .40s on beams (on beams, woo)
You run up on me, my .40 go boom, I send him a dream (bang bang, bang bang)
We kick in yo’ door like Mike with masks, you think Halloween (Halloween)
But bitch, this ain’t Halloween (woo), I just want the money (esketit), I feel like a fiend (esketit)
Hello, they callin’ my phone, oh shit, I gotta finesse (I gotta finesse, woo)
They say they want weed, but shit, I told ’em molly’s the best (molly’s the best, esketit)
They start some fu shit, guess what? You know I’m uppin’ my TEC (I’m uppin’ my TEC)
I hope I don’t up my TEC, if I up my TEC, I send him to rest (esketit, esketit)

[Chorus]
These bitches on me, I told her I don’t need her (I don’t need her, esketit)
I’m smokin’ on weed, you know it’s that reefer (it’s that reefer, oh)
You try some fu shit, I’m uppin’ my [?] (uppin’ my [?])
My .40 go [?]
My .30 go bang (woo), my choppa go slang, my .40 go [?] (esketit)
And ‘fore I’m switchin’ lanes, I’m smokin’ that thing (woo), you know it’s that reefer (woo)
These bitches they on me, I told her I don’t need her, you know I don’t need ya (I don’t need ya)
Bitch, I don’t need ya (I don’t need ya)
Bitch I don’t need ya (I don’t need ya), hoe I don’t need ya

[Verse 2]
I’m still cookin’ work, it’s gettin’ real late, I need me a duece (where the drank? Where the drank?)
I call up Fly Shaun, I call up my twin, you know that’s the crew (my homies, my boys)
I’d die for my homies, I’d kill for my homies, I ain’t talkin’ no fu (no fu)
But boy, what you talkin’ is fu, you ain’t talkin’ no green (no guap), conversation is blue (esketit)
These hoes in KOD shakin’, it’s gettin’ wet (gettin’ wet, esketit)
I call up my broski Shane and told him bring me some stacks (big bro, bring guap)
I see thirsty niggas, I hope they don’t rob, I hope they don’t snatch (don’t snatch)
‘Cause boy if you do try to snatch, lil’ bro in the back, and he came with the strap (esketit, esketit)

[Chorus]
These bitches on me, I told her I don’t need her (I don’t need her, esketit)
I’m smokin’ on weed, you know it’s that reefer (it’s that reefer, oh)
You try some fu shit, I’m uppin’ my [?] (uppin’ my [?])
My .40 go [?]
My .30 go bang (woo), my choppa go slang, my .40 go [?] (esketit)
And ‘fore I’m switchin’ lanes, I’m smokin’ that thing (woo), you know it’s that reefer (woo)
These bitches they on me, I told her I don’t need her, you know I don’t need ya (I don’t need ya)
Bitch, I don’t need ya (I don’t need ya)
Bitch I don’t need ya (I don’t need ya), hoe I don’t need ya

[Hook x2]
I run them bands up, nigga
I got FnN too, nigga
Pull up, Forgiato all black
Mad truck, i don’t wonder we bust
Nigga, flooded my Rollie
We bust down
Sit in the shot like a touch down
Play with the gang
It’s goin’ down
I take the pound and I ship it out of town

[Verse]
There go Soulja, and he got that check on him
Ridin’ round in foreign whip, and he got that TEC on him
Gucci on my backpack, a hunnid racks I stuffed in it
He playin’ with the gang gang, he gon’ get hit with hollow tip
Designer on my body, I got money but it’s nothin’, bitch
Gucci on my polo, color shirt on, nigga flexin’ shit
Yeah, we got the game on lock
Yeah, jump in the Lamb, get the guap
Yeah, in the trap beat out the pot
Yeah, flood on my wrist is a lot
Yeah, can’t let a nigga play with gang
Uh, VVS diamonds my chain
Yeah, 50 thousand for my ring
Yeah, I smoke a pound in the Wraith
Yeah, I’m in the trap catchin’ place
Yeah, I whip it up in your face
Yeah, I win the Lamb like a race
Draco bullets eat your face

[Hook x2]
I run them bands up, nigga
I got FnN too, nigga
Pull up, Forgiato all black
Mad truck, i don’t wonder we bust
Nigga, flooded my Rollie
We bust down
Sit in the shot like a touch down
Play with the gang
It’s goin’ down
I take the pound and I ship it out of town

[Intro: Jada Pinkett Smith, Queen Latifa, & Vivica A. Fox]
This money got you trippin’
Now what you gon’ do?
Rob another goddamn bank
What the fuck is y’all thinkin’?
Hold up, we said once, Cleo
To get enough change to get us up outta here
And that’s all it is, Stoney
We need some real money

[Verse 1]
These niggas can’t smoke or can’t drink with me (at all)
The realest alive, come and meet with me
I’m in your city, bad bitches gon’ link with me (link up)
First class, I don’t check bags, I just carry on all this Louis shit (LV)
Just hit your wife, she on some groupie shit (yeah)
I found me a bad and a boujee bitch (bad)
I jump out the wagon with hooligans
I ask for back but I’m back in the mood again
I dropped out of class, don’t need tutorin’ (fuck em)
That 600, I’m maneuverin’
Maybach comin’ this week (this week)
I need some head ’til I get weak (uh)
GemStar at your wind piece (uh)
Black .40 match the Benz seats (ooh)
I might pull up more than 10 deep (more)
Still got that white, boy, no NSYNC (white)
I throw up my thumbs and I send three
I got the pump in the Benz Jeep (facts)
I leave blood all on your t-shirt (shirt)
These niggas just pussies, they been sweet (I know it)
You wouldn’t believe what I been through
Used to bend through on the 10 speed (uh)

[Hook]
Head of the family, I never talk (never talk)
I’m somewhere gettin’ a pedicure (pedicure)
Don’t know what to say, I done said it all (said it all)
Rumors about me, I read ’em all (read ’em all)
Pull up in Suburban, she told me that she was a virgin but I got the head and all (head and all)
I got the pussy, ain’t never call (never call)
Run in the bank and I set it off (set it off)
Head of the family, I never talk (never talk)
I’m somewhere gettin’ a pedicure (pedicure)
Don’t know what to say, I done said it all (said it all)
Rumors about me, I read ’em all (read ’em all)
Pull up in Suburban, she told you that she was a virgin but I got the head and all (head and all)
I got the pussy, ain’t never call (never call)
Run in the bank and I set it off (set it off)

[Verse 2]
I’m somewhere gettin’ a manicure
Reach for my chain and I’m lettin’ this hammer off
.40 on me, they don’t check the artist
Harlem crippin’, I’ma rep regardless
We lookin’ for you and your man and the way we gon’ throw it at him, he an extra target
I ain’t into all that extra talkin’ (nah)
He ridin’ with you, then the TEC’ll park him
I let a hollow go right in his face then walk by him like I never saw him
The price stay, we don’t ever bargain (never)
Investin’ right, I’ma stress the market
They talk like they gangsta but never walk it
If twelve niggas front, that’s eleven coffins (eleven)
I throw ’em thirty and head to Boston (thirty)
That here a .30, you better toss ’em (throw that)
I flip the patty like, "Oh God" (patty)
Fillin’ up baggies, my old job (old job)
They dope boys and now they goin’ up (up)
I ain’t had nothin’, I’m gon’ rob (rob)
I can’t relate to these soft niggas (I can’t)
My OG just told me, "Just go hard"
I don’t give a fuck ’bout who hatin’
I’m on vacation, I send ’em a postcard
Me and my daughter be matchin’ (matchin’)
Came up on the corner, I’m trappin’ (trap)
Don’t fuck with this shit, y’all be jackin’ (jack)
I’m from the trenches, you cannot imagine
I ride with my Ruger, I got me a cougar and she look just like Toni Braxton
Shark face, that’s an Aston, .45 got me saggin’

[Hook]
Head of the family, I never talk (never talk)
I’m somewhere gettin’ a pedicure (pedicure)
Don’t know what to say, I done said it all (said it all)
Rumors about me, I read ’em all (read ’em all)
Pull up in Suburban, she told me that she was a virgin but I got the head and all (head and all)
I got the pussy, ain’t never call (never call)
Run in the bank and I set it off (set it off)
Head of the family, I never talk (never talk)
I’m somewhere gettin’ a pedicure (pedicure)
Don’t know what to say, I done said it all (said it all)
Rumors about me, I read ’em all (read ’em all)
Pull up in Suburban, she told you that she was a virgin but I got the head and all (head and all)
I got the pussy, ain’t never call (never call)
Run in the bank and I set it off (set it off)

[Outro: Queen Latifa]
I want some more motherfuckin’ money

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug, nigga never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any of my brothers, I knock a nigga down

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
Shit changed shit sick now days
I ain’t worried about shit, look at my wrist now days
For them bands I make a nigga strip now days
Even though a nigga on our still won’t change
These new niggas they ain’t keepin’ it a hunnid
I swear these streets and they take a nigga conscious
We ain’t runnin’ we the ones doin’ a hunnid
Merkin’ niggas skrt off doin’ a hunnid
On the next blocks be livin’ dry regular
We ain’t talk feds tappin’ in the cellular
I know niggas want me dead I ‘on’t carry none
At some point, you gotta notice niggas amateurs
And I don’t got time to be fuckin’ wit’ you
I do not got time to be duckin’ from you
Say we runnin’ from four, bitch we runnin’ from who?
So I promise to catch a body when I run into you

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug, nigga never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any of my brothers, I knock a nigga down

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
VVS diamonds my shit clear, your’s cloudy
E’rywhere I go I hear a nigga talkin’ ’bout me
SOB we the best no disrespect to DJ Khalid
If a nigga run up trippin’ I’ma catch a body proudly
The realest nigga some type can’t even turn fake
Seen a lot shit change when the fuckin’ K came
Crestside stays up but I don’t fuckin’ gangbang
And if a sucka slide bustin’ I’ma do the same thing
Ain’t fuckin’ wit’ you niggas ’cause you niggas too strange
TEC on my neck, hangin’ on a shoestring
I slide down your block and treat it like a shootin’ range
Real duffle bag boy like that nigga 2Chainz

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug nigga, never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any of my brothers, I knock a nigga down

[Verse 3: Lul G]
For any of my brothers I knock a nigga down
I be posted in the Jag, we been thuggin’ wit’ them rounds
Opp niggas slide down get his ass knocked down
Double back, masked up, lettin’ off hella rounds
I be posted wit’ the thugs lately, we been sendin’ slugs
Paranoid off the kush, gotta lay of the drugs
Only nigga eighteen, I can whip out a dub
And these niggas they be mad ’cause these bitches show me love
But these bands, I don’t love for they bust yeah
Left pocket, pink fifties ridin’ thug yeah
And these bitches I don’t love ’em, I won’t cuff yeah
And these nigga I won’t ever ever trust yeah

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug nigga, never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any my brothers, I knock a nigga down

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man, yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains, yeah, aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Uh, one hand on my (on my), man I pray he don’t (pray he don’t)
If he play he gon’ (play he gon’), he may not make it no
Uh naw, don’t make me make that call, we ball, no basketball
We all international, we flyer than an asteroid
No, I don’t like racks at all, that there get you wacked my dawg
Shootin’ up a nigga family house, that there get my mans involved
Make me get at your mans and all, nah we ain’t got to pay it off
That sawed-off will knock ya head off, in the coupe with the head off
Been through one of the opps block, seat low, I got the chop cocked
Cut up one of their cars, got it lookin’ like it been to the chop shop
Hell nah we will not stop, every night I prayed about a drop (every night I prayed)
If you lookin’ for some smoke we

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 2: YFN Kay]
Money power respect, one hand grippin’ my TEC
Whole lotta water drippin’ from my neck, that’s VVS
Whole lotta lean drippin’ from my cup, that’s CVS
Whole lotta pounds drop on the first, that’s UPS
These niggas want to be famous, leave a fuck nigga plankin’
Brains all over the floor, now I see what you thinkin’
That’s on Nut, that’s on Nut, In my Glock I trust
I can’t wait to bust, leave a pussy nigga stuck
Put your pistols up, while I ship on two cups
Twistin’ my fingers up, whole lotta new bucks
We knock ’em down, you pick ’em up
They ain’t ’bout no action, they just talk about it
Leave the scene cloudy, lotta smoke around it

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 3: YFN Trae Pound]
Move bags like a garage truck, huh, get your order up
Used to ride the Marta bus, huh, now they charter us
Nigga you ain’t hard enough, huh, how you want war with us? huh
You ain’t startin’ with us (nigga), you ain’t part of us
Grindin, lately I’ve been grindin’
Which car to slide in? Havin’ trouble decidin’
Whole lotta diamonds in the face, can’t see what time it is
I ain’t even signed a deal, I’d probably be swipin’ still (haha)
On hand on that, huh, rubberband that, huh
Probably too much, huh, rockin’ too much, huh
One call get you touched, DJ Screw in my cup (yeah)
We was down now we up, whole gang done blew up

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man, yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains, yeah, aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Uh, one hand on my (on my), man I pray he don’t (pray he don’t)
If he play he gon’ (play he gon’), he may not make it no
Uh naw, don’t make me make that call, we ball, no basketball
We all international, we flyer than an asteroid
No, I don’t like racks at all, that there get you wacked my dawg
Shootin’ up a nigga family house, that there get my mans involved
Make me get at your mans and all, nah we ain’t got to pay it off
That sawed-off will knock ya head off, in the coupe with the head off
Been through one of the opps block, seat low, I got the chop cocked
Cut up one of their cars, got it lookin’ like it been to the chop shop
Hell nah we will not stop, every night I prayed about a drop (every night I prayed)
If you lookin’ for some smoke we

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 2: YFN Kay]
Money power respect, one hand grippin’ my TEC
Whole lotta water drippin’ from my neck, that’s VVS
Whole lotta lean drippin’ from my cup, that’s CVS
Whole lotta pounds drop on the first, that’s UPS
These niggas want to be famous, leave a fuck nigga plankin’
Brains all over the floor, now I see what you thinkin’
That’s on Nut, that’s on Nut, In my Glock I trust
I can’t wait to bust, leave a pussy nigga stuck
Put your pistols up, while I ship on two cups
Twistin’ my fingers up, whole lotta new bucks
We knock ’em down, you pick ’em up
They ain’t ’bout no action, they just talk about it
Leave the scene cloudy, lotta smoke around it

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 3: YFN Trae Pound]
Move bags like a garage truck, huh, get your order up
Used to ride the Marta bus, huh, now they charter us
Nigga you ain’t hard enough, huh, how you want war with us? huh
You ain’t startin’ with us (nigga), you ain’t part of us
Grindin, lately I’ve been grindin’
Which car to slide in? Havin’ trouble decidin’
Whole lotta diamonds in the face, can’t see what time it is
I ain’t even signed a deal, I’d probably be swipin’ still (haha)
On hand on that, huh, rubberband that, huh
Probably too much, huh, rockin’ too much, huh
One call get you touched, DJ Screw in my cup (yeah)
We was down now we up, whole gang done blew up

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Intro]
Look what I get
Look what I get for bein’ loyal
Look what I get for bein’ real
Look what I get for bein’ true
Look what I get
This what I get for lovin’ you
This what I get for lovin’ you
Look what I get for bein’ loyal
Look what I get
Look what I get for bein’ real
This what I get for bein’ true
Look what I get for lovin’ you
Look what I get

[Verse]
You got my number, so don’t take it to the Internet
I’m a real nigga, so I don’t get into that
Kill Bill, I be flyin’ with the kill TEC
I don’t believe in karma, I ain’t get killed yet
But I don’t wanna die, I just wanna live
Real niggas don’t die, we get on the pill
[?] ’bout to come home on the pill
And he ’bout to offer fam another plea deal
I can’t even S.I.P., can’t smoke in peace
I can’t even R.I.P., can’t roll in peace
I don’t rest in peace, bitch, I roll in peace
I can’t even H.I.P., can’t hoe in peace
I’m cheatin’ on my bitch, but I can’t hoe in peace
I ain’t lukewarm, bitch, I’m cold as heat
Ayy, fuck with me, I’m fuckin’ loyal
Niggas kill you ’cause they love you, they want no remorse
How the fuck you put a baby on child support?
I’m married to the game, I don’t want no divorce
I set a standard, then I stand on it
This what I get for bein’ real, don’t it?
This what I get for bein’ real, do it?
And I ain’t got no heart, so I don’t feel Cupid
And I don’t show no love ’cause I don’t get in return
I don’t show no love ’cause I don’t get what I earn
I don’t show no love ’cause I don’t get what I deserve
Took my energy off the curb, put it on the verse
Now every time I say a word, cost a quarter million
I’m rockin’ pony hair boots, this is pony hair
I’m rockin’ pony hair boots, this is real fur
And I be lookin’ like a million every time I splurge
That’s just what I get for bein’ real to her
That what I get for bein’ real to you
I stepped up out the game, had to step in the booth
I stepped right on a nigga, now I step in the booth
And trust me, I ain’t ever need a vest for the booth
And I ain’t had no choice of what you left me to do
You made me heartless
You made me heartless
You made me
You made me heartless

[Outro]
Look what I get
Look what I get for bein’ loyal
Look what I get for bein’ real
Look what I get for bein’ true
Look what I get

[Intro: Quavo]
Huncho, woo
What time it is? eleven o’clock?
Let’s roll

[Chorus: Quavo]
Flyin’ autopilot (woo), don’t need no stylist (no)
Trappin’ while I’m driving (trappin’), park it on the island (skrrt)
Stiffarm, Heisman (stiff), singing birds, Isleys (brrrt)
I didn’t graduate but I know chemistry and science (whip it up)
Park it, park it, park it (skrrt)
Heard that everybody know we workin’ (work)
Young nigga still murk it (yeah)
Young nigga whip the birdie (woo)
Ooh watch ’em movin’ (ooh)
Ooh, shake ’em out the shoes (shake ’em out the shoes)
Ooh, VVS jewels, GI Jew, nigga what it do? yeah

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Probably think it’s outlandish (outlandish)
But my business too fancy (yeah)
Ooh, sweet like candy (sweet)
Yeah, jumpin’ off Banshees (go)
TEC with the coolant, can’t handle it (TEC)
TEC with the coolant, can’t handle it (brrt)
TEC with the coolant, can’t handle it (TEC)
Young nigga trap dismantling (trap, drip)
That’s that secret sauce (secret)
Huncho be’s the boss (be’s it)
Huncho pissed ’em off (peezed it)
Huncho freezed ’em all (I freezed it)
I bought a bitch that bag (bag)
Told her pull up with no drawers (pull up)
Young nigga from the Nawf (skrrt)
Put in her goddamn mouth, yeah (Nawf, Nawf)
Run in the goddamn house (run in)
Sticks on the motherf*ckin’ couch (sticks)
Bricks in the wall and the owl (bricks)
Clean it up, clean it up now (clean it up)
Chopper ring, drumline, Nick Cannon (ring, ring)
Hundred racks in the Gucci fanny (Gucci)
12 behind me in a Pontiac, damn it (skrrt)
Skrrt skrrt skrrt, ram it
Bro sayin’, bust ’em, nigga don’t jam it (bust)
Nigga pull up looking just like mechanics (hey)
Plug lingo, he talking in Spanish (lingo)
Wrap ’em and put ’em through traffic (lingo)
Nigga won’t catch me lacking (won’t catch me)
Pull up and catch him in traffic (won’t catch me)
Pull up and park it at Magic (skrrt)
Hitman, paid the assassin

[Chorus: Quavo]
Flyin’ autopilot (woo), don’t need no stylist (no)
Trappin’ while I’m driving (trappin’), park it on the island (skrrt)
Stiffarm, Heisman (stiff), singing birds, Isleys (brrrt)
I didn’t graduate but I know chemistry and science (whip it up)
Park it, park it, park it (skrrt)
Heard that everybody know we workin’ (work)
Young nigga still murk it (yeah)
Young nigga whip the birdie (woo)
Ooh watch ’em movin’ (ooh)
Ooh, shake ’em out the shoes (shake ’em out the shoes)
Ooh, VVS jewels, GI Jew, nigga what it do? yeah

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Ooh, shake him out his shoes
When it come to the gang gang we can’t lose (lose)
If it is not ’bout them benjamins then I refuse (to what)
To ever have a conversation (conversate)
Hotboxing, there’s no ventaliation (uh-uh)
Sipping on drank and I snooze (drank)
Prescription is my medication (mines)
Forget all your fears and face it (face it)
Pick up that cup and taste it (mm)
I break the heart on a bitch like I’m breaking a brick
But later in life she’ll thank me (she’ll thank me)
Cookin’ ’em over the stovetop
Grabbin’ that pot, I was anxious (anxious)
I left my sack for them old knots (a lot)
We call ’em old, they ancient (ancient)
They put a wanted sign up at my shows
‘Cause we the group that’s dangerous (dangerous)
I’m a big dog, Bingo
Them niggas my niggas still walkin’ ’round stainless (steel)
Don’t think just ’cause niggas moving silent that my niggas won’t get violent
Need no stylist for my styling, on the private, autopilot (phew)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Flyin’ autopilot (woo), don’t need no stylist (no)
Trappin’ while I’m driving (trappin’), park it on the island (skrrt)
Stiffarm, Heisman (stiff), singing birds, Isleys (brrrt)
I didn’t graduate but I know chemistry and science (whip it up)
Park it, park it, park it (skrrt)
Heard that everybody know we workin’ (work)
Young nigga still murk it (yeah)
Young nigga whip the birdie (woo)
Ooh watch ’em movin’ (ooh)
Ooh, shake ’em out the shoes (shake ’em out the shoes)
Ooh, VVS jewels, GI Jew, nigga what it do? yeah

[Verse 3: Offset]
(Offset)
Two tone Patek (Patek), yeah, two tone baddies (baddie)
Five hundred racks in the attic (racks)
Two-two-three, the fifty made of plastic (brrt)
Eating up the drip like cabbage (eat)
Lost his brain when I put him on acid (lost his brain)
You niggas lame, tryna copy my habits (You niggas lame)
The whole gang having stains, having karats (whole gang)
Birds singing like Barry (brrt)
Skeletons singing like Mary (hey)
Say what I say, you a parrot (copy me)
I got riches and don’t even wear it (riches)
Take a nigga bitch like a hostage here (come on)
The bitch got excited by the lobster suit (bitch)
We pop the Glock like a rasta do (vrrt, vrrt)
Old niggas call me big dawg and salute (old)
I sneeze, the racks achoo (achoo)
When I peep, I’m quick to buy you (vrrt, vrrt)
Got you sick when I sleep with your boo (ehh)
I could pool to make mils out the booth (M&M’s)
I got water, let’s take us a cruise (splash splash)
Get the pot then I give ’em the blues (uh)
Your neck is not wet, it is fu (fugazi)
Bitch catch a play in the Uber (bitch)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Flyin’ autopilot (woo), don’t need no stylist (no)
Trappin’ while I’m driving (trappin’), park it on the island (skrrt)
Stiffarm, Heisman (stiff), singing birds, Isleys (brrrt)
I didn’t graduate but I know chemistry and science (whip it up)
Park it, park it, park it (skrrt)
Heard that everybody know we workin’ (work)
Young nigga still murk it (yeah)
Young nigga whip the birdie (woo)
Ooh watch ’em movin’ (ooh)
Ooh, shake ’em out the shoes (shake ’em out the shoes)
Ooh, VVS jewels, GI Jew, nigga what it do? yeah

[Intro: CUFBOYS and CUFBOYS’ Mom]
So what’s your opinion on Ugly God, mom, a lot of people have wanted me to do that
Thi-This, 2 videos we just saw?
Yeah
Oh, good luck to him, because whatever he made off that is not gonna be- no
What you mean
He’s not gonna make anymore, that was terrible, I mean, I’m pretty open minded, so I like some of these people, I think they have a future, but this guy; Number 1, he’s not that attractive, Number 2, he’s not! I mean he’s just not that attractive! And then all he wants to sing about is dumb stuff, almost like- I don’t know how to even say it, he’s singing like pornographic stuff, and who just wants to see, I mean, I guess if he has an audience for it good luck, I would never listen to that
So it’s a no? Final opinion on Ugly God?
Oh yeah, no no no no no no no no, he’s one of the worst you have shown me

[Tag]
Thanks Ugly God!

[Verse]
I spent that check on my neck
I got yo bitch drippin’, she wet (drip, splash)
Nigga please don’t disrespect
My niggas they grippin them TEC’s
I pull up and pick up that check
I go to yo crib put my dick in yo sister
Yo bitch on my line, i pull up and I drill her
Don’t DM me nigga, don’t hit me on twitter
I am the G.O.A.T, admit it (yea)
I fuck on yo bitch cause she with it (yea)
Them niggas so broke i don’t get it (the fuck)
I need me a milli let’s get it
I always say i need a milli
I probably won’t stop ’til i cop me a milli
When i touch a milli, I cop me a bentley
So let me stack up cus my pockets look empty
You niggas and bitches irrelevant (bitch)
I need me that check i pay hella rent (cash)
My pockets thicker than an elephant (yea)
I do this rap shit for the hell of it
Twenty-sixteen yes i need to be president
Bitch i’m the shit, i came up and thats evident
Don’t call me bro, nigga we are not relatives
Bitch, you niggas is snakes (yuh, snakes)
These bitches is fake (yuh, fake)
I see that you hate (yuh)
I count up this cake (count up this cash)
You savin’ these hoes lil nigga (the fuck)
I cannot relate (can’t relate)
But get you a cape
Say hey to my tape
Yuh, bitch

Ah hah, yeah, yeah
(Niico)

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Ay, two mansions in the Hamptons
Money longer than the Ave’
30 cars on the alley
30 mill’s in the valley
Came from the bottom, watch what I do
You bunch of internet thugs, Yahoo
You got a buzz, I’m the whole field
Ask your bitch, I’m a dope deal
Try to book me for my watch
I’ll book ’em for a show, let his mama watch
Call the coroner and call the pastor
And grab a casket, my chest christens in the laughter
Talk about New York, big mistake
Got the bank and I ain’t fit (that’s a stash)
Bet a mill’ and I ain’t riggin’
On the large, get a Minaj, ain’t Nicki

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Runnin’ through New York with a strap (that’s a fact)
‘Cause we comin’ for they head, not they chaps (that’s a fact)
Zack runnin’ through a chap
Bub runnin’ through a chap
Killer runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Hank runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Mitch runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Y’all wonder what it’s at
I know I see Max one day
R.I.P Chinx, gun play
Make you backflip, like the front brake
Finna rule, live someday
Chop a bubble like bath water
See the red dots like a camcorder
Fuck on a jet, that’s air hoe
Came with the TEC, air horn

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Ay, two mansions in the Hamptons
Money longer than the Ave’
30 cars on the alley
30 mill’s in the valley
Came from the bottom, watch what I do
You bunch of internet thugs, Yahoo
You got a buzz, I’m the whole field
Ask your bitch, I’m a dope deal
Try to book me for my watch
I’ll book ’em for a show, let his mama watch
Call the coroner and call the pastor
And grab a casket, my chest christens in the laughter
Talk about New York, big mistake
Got the bank and I ain’t fit (that’s a stash)
Bet a mill’ and I ain’t riggin’
On the large, get a Minaj, ain’t Nicki

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Runnin’ through New York with a strap (that’s a fact)
‘Cause we comin’ for they head, not they chaps (that’s a fact)
Zack runnin’ through a chap
Bub runnin’ through a chap
Killer runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Hank runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Mitch runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Y’all wonder what it’s at
I know I see Max one day
R.I.P Chinx, gun play
Make you backflip, like the front brake
Finna rule, live someday
Chop a bubble like bath water
See the red dots like a camcorder
Fuck on a jet, that’s air hoe
Came with the TEC, air horn

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, it’s a knife and all, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah nigga, I hit your wife and all, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah, this a plain AP, but I got a lotta watches, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga made a whole lotta guala
Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah)
Main bitch fuckin’ my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (fool)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin’ (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier
Catch a nigga ridin’ down College (skrt skrt)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down [?]
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage
We don’t talk about it, we shotters
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)
I’m a street nigga and a artist (street nigga)
And I’m gon’ hit my targets (voom voom)

[Verse 1: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
VVS’s drippin’ off my chain, hoe (ooh)
I be in them places that you can’t go (can’t go)
My brother down the road on tango (I still see him)
You rap niggas sweeter than a mango (pussy sweet)
TEC on me with the coolie on it
I’ma fuck around and squeeze (ooh)
Pain runnin’ through my veins
I don’t want the fame, I just wanna eat (ooh)
Rap niggas callin’ my phone
Fuck these niggas, these niggas ain’t G’s (one hunnit)
Spend on a lot of niggas, I ain’t spend no more
Fuck around and get robbed ’round me (fast)
Chain snatched
Watch snatched, don’t get it back (get it)
Chopper on you
Wrong move, get hit in the back (cutter)
I’m Young Savage
Real nigga, they vouchin’ for that (they vouchin’ for that)
I keep it on me
One in the head, I’m cockin’ it back
And I make your bitch drop it back
And I spend a dub in Saks
And I do a whole lot of drinkin’
I done put a hole in my kidney
Y’all niggas pussy like kittens (uh)
VVS’s on, I need mittens (VVS)
Nigga, we ain’t leavin’ no witness
Stomp a nigga ’til he need stitches (woah)
I ain’t never played no victim
Every nigga played, I killed him
Put a nigga in a blender, nigga, then we chop it up (then we chop it up)
Put it in the Pyrex, nigga, then we lock it up (lock it up)
Put that bitch inside a Benz, she was in a Acura
Niggas be actin’ tough, I just be stackin’ up (I just be stackin’ up)
Used to ride around with Dracos, now I’m going platinum (platinum)

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga made a whole lotta guala (yeah)
Now I got a whole lotta problems (got a whole lotta)
Main bitch fuckin’ my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (ain’t trippin on ’em)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin’ (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier (yeah)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down College (ooh)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down [?] (get madder nigga)
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage (ain’t talk about it)
We don’t talk about it, we shotters (ain’t talk about it)
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (okay)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (okay)
I’m a street nigga and a artist (ooh)
And I’m gon’ hit my targets

[Verse 2: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga, put gold on denim (gold)
Nigga, I said it, I meant it (meant it)
Nigga, be fresh like mint (fresh)
Nigga on percs, I’m itchin’ (nigga)
Nigga, I stayed in the trenches (nigga)
Niggas still play in the trenches (nigga)
Stayed up late on missions (fool)
Sometimes we ain’t strike for a dime (for a dime)
If them niggas actin’ scared, I ride (I’m gon’ go)
When my brother got killed, I cried
I can’t let a nigga stop my stride (stride)
Gotta keep this shit goin’, gotta move (move)
If it come down to it, I’m bustin’ moves (fool)
I jump up out that vert with a Uzi (skrt)
These facts, lil’ nigga I’m the truth (truth)
You got goons, lil’ nigga, I got troops (I got troops)
They don’t got Instagrams ’cause they shoot (I got, I got)
Coulda got a four-door, I got a coupe (got that coupe)
Coulda fucked that bitch, I passed her to the crew (here you go)
Shiverin’ and shakin’, boy you ain’t gon’ shoot
Wright Street, man I ate a lot of soups

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga made a whole lotta guala
Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah)
Main bitch fuckin’ my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (fool)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin’ (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier
Catch a nigga ridin’ down College (skrt skrt)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down [?]
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage
We don’t talk about it, we shotters
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)
I’m a street nigga and a artist (street nigga)
And I’m gon’ hit my targets (voom voom)

[Verse]
First day out
Gave my mama hundred racks
And bought a iced-out AP watch
And bought a Cuban links just to match it
That wasn’t voodoo, that wasn’t magic
Nigga be cappin’, I just be laughin’
That was God, nigga was fastin’
And hidin’ K2 in my mattress
Smokin’ Tunechi in my cell
That was my twelfth time going to jail
That was my second time going to hell
And back for real but I prevail
Canary yellow diamonds in my braces
Same color as my lady
‘Bout to hit her with no Jimmy Mack
And go have her a baby
‘Bout to hit her with no Jimmy
Have her walkin’ like a penguin
Still finessin’, still be poppin’ frogs [?]
And a brand new two-door Wraith
I coulda bought it but I just rent it
Got a brand new big old chain
Got so much sauce I don’t need no pendant
Paintin’ pictures when I be spendin’
I’m poppin’ [?] on all these women
It’s my birthday, just turned 20
And I just went to go see the dentist
Put some stones all in my gold
Know you niggas thought I was gone
Know you niggas thought I wasn’t comin’ home
But guess what, bitch I’m home
On probation, but I still keep that chrome
Crack a nigga dome
(On probation but I still keep that chrome
I’ll crack a nigga dome)
Traded my AR for a sniper, traded my Draco for a TEC
Traded my Rollie for a AP but I coulda got a Patek
And I coulda got a Corvette, and I coulda got me a jet
And I coulda got me some sense, but I only got me some neck
Traded my ex bitch for a check
I’m takin’ codeine with the x
I wanna buy my brother the world
But since I can’t, I’ma get him a Lex
Ay ay, I’m a Israel like my diamonds is real ice
I had to sacrifice to be here, that’s how I’m with you tonight
I had to run down with my big Glock 9 to feed my appetite
I had to go through hard times and dark times just for me to see the light
Ay, I remember pourin’ honey on my rice
Ay, I remember havin’ no money, I was livin’ in shacks
Ay, you got me fucked up if I’ma go out without a fight
Ay, this my first day out, I’ma live it up tonight

[Outro]
Live it up tonight
This my first day out, I’ma live it up tonight
Live it up tonight
This my first day out, I’ma live it up tonight
Live it up tonight
This my first day out, I’ma live it up tonight

[Intro]
Ay, turn me up
Yeah, that is perfect, yup, damn, ay
Hold on, hold on
You know what, keep it going
I’mma go right here

[Verse 1]
I pimp and I rap, drive a Benz not a Lac
Two twelves in the back when I’m mobbin’
Grab a eighth for the purp, fresh white t-shirt
No L’s but a young nigga slidin’
Got a bitch out the way, brand wood to be exact
Sucking dick like the bitch still in college
Don’t make me take it back to ’07, bitch nigga
Black hoodie with the chinese chop
Don’t gimme no motherfuckin bammer bitch nigga
In the 415, that’s a problem
Got a bitch in the eighth, hella bad
And she think that she make a real good peach cobbler
Got her trappin’ in the city, San Bruno Bayhill
First game so I treat her like a starter
Got her first Louis bag, now the bitch going hard
Now the ho ridin’ round in a Maserati

[Hook]
4DEEP, ay, 4DEEP no sleep, nigga, 4DEEP no
4DEEP, ay, 4DEEP no sleep, nigga, 4DEEP no
4DEEP, ay, 4DEEP no sleep, nigga, 4DEEP no
4DEEP, ay, 4DEEP no sleep, nigga, 4DEEP no, 4DEEP

[Verse 2]
Got a bitch out in Philly, got a bitch out in Vegas
If they both do good that’s at least 3k
Nigga I been havin’ hoes, nigga since MySpace
Used to mob to the V, me and Nemo [?]
Now they got me all in double XL, shit crazy
Nigga had to change his life, fucked around and had a baby
It was 9th grade when I bought my first .38
I was a new nigga and I heard them boys was tryna play
Got my first lil’ bitch named Tina, she was asian
She chose up in the Rich, I was fresh out to blaze
Right by the taco shop at the MetroPCS
I was still sellin’ zips, she was dressed in the best
I ain’t have a whip, young nigga from the ‘jects
Big Brad, T-Wood taught me how to bust a TEC
Now a nigga twenty-five, and your boy livin’ good
Hit my nigga Lil Yee slide through and blow a wood

[Hook]
4DEEP, ay, 4DEEP no sleep, nigga, 4DEEP no
4DEEP, ay, 4DEEP no sleep, nigga, 4DEEP no
4DEEP, ay, 4DEEP no sleep, nigga, 4DEEP no
4DEEP, ay, 4DEEP no sleep, nigga, 4DEEP no, 4DEEP

[Intro]
Really?
Yeah (Six!)
Yeah
Murda on tha beat, so it’s not nice

[Verse 1: Drake]
That’s Baka, he’s a no-long-talker
Quick to let a motherfuckin’ TEC slam
We don’t need to hear about a next man
Youts talk down, then they get ran
Left them, get dipped from the whole ends
If Gilla call shots, no questions
G-Way ’til I’m restin’
But we still got love for the West End
If it’s a chit-chat ting, better talk nice
Murda on the beat, so it’s not nice
Skull gets hot, then I’m not nice
You tryna date her and she been, let me walk twice
Now you man are on a diss ting
Just know man like Chubbs
He’s a fixer if I ever gotta fix tings
Just know man like Fifth, he’s a sicko
As you get tanned, he don’t miss things
Just know man like me, I’m a Sixer
And I oversee the whole thing
Yeah, I pree the whole thing
Yeah, I pree the whole thing
Preme got the hurt tucked, can’t see the whole thing
Niggas wanna talk splits, now we need the whole thing

[Verse 2: Giggs]
Man gets duppied when we touch a button
Man catch suckers, then we’re touchin’ somethin’
Man gets stuck in, yeah, we’re stuck in somethin’
Man gets rappin’ when we’re suckin’ somethin’
Man gets battered with the crutch or somethin’
Man bat bat it, then we buck or somethin’
If man child play it, then we Chucky somethin’
If man start throwin’, then we’re chuckin’ somethin’
I’m on the best side, got the TEC lined
In the whip, on the left side, on a death ride
MAC-10 and the spesh flies, and the TEC slide
Nutty shit like somethin’ just climbed out the X-Files
Textbook, like it’s old school, like in textiles
Lightie, lookin’ healthy and she gets smiles
Home time, grab a quick drink and she gets wild
Sexy, and I rate that and her sex style
Fuckin’ somethin’, yeah nigga, fuckin’ somethin’
Back bent, pussy, I’ll fuck her somethin’
Cognac, better grab a cup of somethin’
Glue pussy like a nigga stuck or somethin’
Stuck or somethin’, like a nigga stuck or somethin’
So the monster is like a truck or somethin’
Spread the pussy out, I’m ’bout to butter somethin’
Man gone Hollywood, it’s like I’m Buck or somethin’

[Outro: Giggs]
You dun know, it’s Hollowman Giggs
Right now, just here with the big man Drizzy, you get me?
More Life flex, you dun know
OVO and SN1 to the world, brap

(Yeah!)
(Yeah!)
Murda on tha beat so it’s not nice

That’s Baka, he’s a no long talker
Quick to let a motherfucking TEC slam
We don’t need to hear about a next man
Youts talk down, then they get ran
Left them, get dipped from the whole ends
If Gilla call shots, no questions
G-Way ’til I’m resting
But we still got love for the West End
If it’s a chit chat ting, better talk nice
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice
Skull gets hot, then I’m not nice
You tryna date her and she been, let me walk twice
Now you man are on a diss ting
Just know man like Chubbs
He’s a fixer if I ever gotta fix tings
Just know man like Fifth, he’s a sicko
As you get tanned, he don’t miss things
Just know man like me, I’m a Sixer
And I oversee the whole thing
Yeah I pree the whole thing
Yeah I pree the whole thing
Pree gotta hurt talk, can’t see the whole thing
Niggas wanna talk splits, na we need the whole thing

Man gets duppied when we touch a button
Man catch suckers then we’re touching somethin’
Man gets stuck in, yeah we’re stuck in somethin’
Man gets scrapping when we’re sucking somethin’
Man gets battered with the crutch or somethin’
Man bat bat it, then we buck or somethin’
If man child play it then we Chucky somethin’
If man start throwing then we’re chucking somethin’
I’m on the best side, got the TEC lined
In the whip, on the left side on a death ride
MAC-10 and the spesh flies and the TEC slide
Nutty shit like somethin’ just climbed out the X-Files
Textbook, like it’s old school, like in textiles
Lighty, looking healthy and she gets smiles
Home time, grab a quick drink and she gets wild
Sexy, and I rate that and her sex style
Fuckin’ somethin’, yeah nigga, fuckin’ somethin’
Back bent, pussy, I’ll fuck her somethin’
Cognac, better grab a cup of somethin’
Glue pussy like a nigga stuck or somethin’, stuck or somethin’
Like a nigga stuck or somethin’
So the monster is like a truck or somethin’
Spread the pussy out, I’m ’bout to butter somethin’
Man gone Hollywood, it’s like I’m Buck or somethin’

You dun know
It’s Hollowman Giggs
Right now, just here with the big man Drizzy, you get me?
More Life flex, you dun know
OVO and SN1 to the world, brap

[Intro: Offset]
You know what I’m saying
Rich nigga shit
It’s the only way to go
Woo!
Hey!

[Verse 1: Offset]
Foreign (foreign), Bugatti’s (yea)
Dirty pistol havin’ bodies (brrt)
Don’t know what it cost I just buy it (how much?)
She a whole ‘nother bitch on the molly (woo)
Havin’ them racks, I been havin’ them racks (racks)
Young nigga playin’ monopoly (monopoly)
The devil keep tryna jump all on my back
But I’m the man, ain’t stoppin’ me (nah)
Fuckin’ that bitch, she got too attached
She won’t get a call or text from me (brr)
These niggas takin’ my recipe (recipe)
Money on the right and the left of me (racks)
Gossippin’ just like a bitch my nigga (gossip)
I’m in the trap cookin’ fish my nigga (trap)
You poppin’ so fuck it let’s hit my nigga (hit)
Surrounded by dawgs, they pits my nigga (errr)
I’m stayin’ away from the lames and thotties, I’m bout to get me a profit (profit)
I’m swervin’ the lanes, my engines is ‘Rari, 488 a ‘Rari
Excuse me pardon, colorful diamonds like I been playin’ sorry (sorry)
Look at my bitch she a barbie (barbie)
Double cup sippin’ on bar (mud, drank, drank)
Gotta survive, the coolant it come with the TEC (brrt)
Run up your check, then you go buy a Patek (run up a check, hey)
Watery diamond, drippin’ splash, wet (drip, splash, splash)
We got them choppers on deck when we boardin’ them jets (aye)

[Hook: Quavo]
I can not fuck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot)

[Verse 2: Takeoff & Juelz Santana]
Championship on my ring
I make my bitches trap out of Céline
I put that ice in my watch, Mr. Freeze
And I’m takin’ the P’s just to go to Belize
I need that big gun, I’m talkin’ machine
These pussy niggas just blowin’ out steam
I get it lit 500 degrees
Chopper hit everything, bada boom bada bing
Beat the pot with the stamina (beat it)
Fucking your bitches on cameras (smash)
I got a bag of that Pamela
Put it right in the trunk of my tarantula
That’s a spider for you dumb fucks
Money comin’ by the dump trucks
Bodies lay by the dumpsters
It’s real mobsters amongst us
Knots, trap out the bando it’s hot
Fuck it invade the spot (spot)
Wrist watch, I put the wrist in the pot (pot)
I had to seize the lot
Tick tock, bitch still on the clock now go get that money for daddy
Whip rocks, soon as my work hit the block fiends line up for the package
I need that money, give me the loot
Play with my money, how silly is you?
I go to the dealer, I pick and I choose
I look like Mister T with all my jewels
If you try take it, I pity the fool
I take your honey, you Winnie the Pooh
My niggas got sticks that’s bigger than you
Can’t swim with the sharks, then stay in the pool

[Hook: Quavo]
I can not fuck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot)

[Verse 3: Jim Jones & Quavo]
I was hanging with the dealers then
Still hanging with the dealers now
They know I just signed a deal, so they ask how I’m feelin’ now
I still run around and them phone calls
Pull up, pull the ceiling down (Skrt skrt)
I bought the crib in Miami though, had to drop a quarter million now
So, what really talkin’ ’bout and New York bring Porsches out
I be thinkin’ the days, that I was stuck in trail ’til the judge had to toss out it
Summertime bring Forces out
No socks, with the powder in ’em
Got my jewels on and my tank-top, big blunts with the loud up in ’em
Skinny bells with the locks on it
Soft top with the top on it
Master piece with the rocks on it
Big broom with a mop on it
Extendo clip, put a Glock on it (graow)
Hotbox, got the cops on me
Good dope, put a sock on it (dope)
Try the gang, get popped on it

[Hook: Quavo]
I can not fuck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot)

Lyrics Juelz Santana – D Up

You know what I’m saying
Rich nigga shit
It’s the only way to go
Woo!
Hey!(d up)

Foreign (foreign), Bugatti’s (yea)
Dirty pistol havin’ bodies (brrt)
Don’t know what it cost I just buy it (how much?)
She a whole ‘nother b*tch on the molly (woo)
Havin’ them racks, I been havin’ them racks (racks)
Young nigga playin’ monopoly (monopoly)
The devil keep tryna jump all on my back
But I’m the man, ain’t stoppin’ me (nah)
f*ckin’ that b*tch, she got too attached
She won’t get a call or text from me (brr)
These niggas takin’ my recipe (recipe)
Money on the right and the left of me (racks)
Gossippin’ just like a b*tch my nigga (gossip)
I’m in the trap cookin’ fish my nigga (trap)
You poppin’ so f*ck it let’s hit my nigga (hit)
Surrounded by dawgs, they pits my nigga (errr)
I’m stayin’ away from the lames and thotties, I’m bout to get me a profit (profit)
I’m swervin’ the lanes, my engines is ‘Rari, 48 a ‘Rari
Excuse me pardon, colorful diamonds like I been playin’ sorry (sorry)
Look at my b*tch she a barbie (barbie) versuri-lyrics.info
Double cup sippin’ on bar (mud, drank, drank)
Gotta survive, the coolant it come with the TEC (brrt)
Run up your check, then you go buy a Patek (run up a check, hey)
Watery diamond, drippin’ splash, wet (drip, splash, splash)
We got them choppers on deck when we boardin’ them jets (aye).

I can not f*ck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot).

Championship on my ring
I make my b*tches trap out of Céline
I put that ice in my watch, Mr. Freeze
And I’m takin’ the P’s just to go to Belize
I need that big gun, I’m talkin’ machine
These pussy niggas just blowin’ out steam
I get it lit 500 degrees
Chopper hit everything, bada boom bada bing
Beat the pot with the stamina (beat it)
f*cking your b*tches on cameras (smash)
I got a bag of that Pamela
Put it right in the trunk of my tarantula
That’s a spider for you dumb f*cks
Money comin’ by the dump trucks
Bodies lay by the dumpsters
It’s real mobsters amongst us
Knots, trap out the bando it’s hot
f*ck it invade the spot (spot)
Wrist watch, I put the wrist in the pot (pot)
I had to seize the lot
Tick tock, b*tch still on the clock now go get that money for daddy
Whip rocks, soon as my work hit the block fiends line up for the package
I need that money, give me the loot
Play with my money, how silly is you?
I go to the dealer, I pick and I choose
I look like Mister T with all my jewels
If you try take it, I pity the fool
I take your honey, you Winnie the Pooh
My niggas got sticks that’s bigger than you
Can’t swim with the sharks, then stay in the pool.

I can not f*ck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot).

I was hanging with the dealers then
Still hanging with the dealers now
They know I just signed a deal, so they ask how I’m feelin’ now
I still run around and them phone calls
Pull up, pull the ceiling down (Skrt skrt)
I bought the crib in Miami though, had to drop a quarter million now
So, what really talkin’ ’bout and New York bring Porsches out
I be thinkin’ the days, that I was stuck in trail ’til the judge had to toss out it
Summertime bring Forces out
No socks, with the powder in ’em
Got my jewels on and my tank-top, big blunts with the loud up in ’em
Skinny bells with the locks on it
Soft top with the top on it
Master piece with the rocks on it
Big broom with a mop on it
Extendo clip, put a Glock on it (graow)
Hotbox, got the cops on me
Good dope, put a sock on it (dope)
Try the gang, get popped on it.

I can not f*ck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shottt).
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[Verse 1]
I picked lil’ momma up and put some weed in the air
Now I’m smashin’ from the back and pull her weave out her hairr
I had her on the bed from the couch to the trap
Then I had to tell her ‘bye, bitch I got dope to go sell’
Bitches love me but they know I’m a player
Every day I take chances and say my prayers
I never had a advance check over here
These rocks on me, nigga ice water clear
She too thick I told lil’ momma to come over here
She so thick she make a thong disappear
I put karats on my wrist, naked ears
The way she suck it I said ‘girl, you can’t be serious’
She the best at it, she a sex addict
MAC-11’s, AK’s and TEC’s in the addict
I got bad habits that’s what got me livin’ lavish
So I can’t complain uh bitch you know my name

[Hook]
All she wanna do is ride with a nigga
Pour my drank up and get high with nigga
She say she gon’ ride or die with a nigga
I put ice on her and let her shine with a nigga
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch

[Verse 2]
Pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new boo
Dues, dues in the club in my Gucci boot
Gettin’ a back massage while I’m eatin’ fruit
I just had a menage with my favourite two
I pull these rappers cards for fun, that’s what I do
I’m in a mansion with my son playin’ peek-a-boo
Boy you don’t take care of your kids so how I real is you
But you out here payin’ these hoes, boy you pitiful
My old bitch jealous on my new thang
I just did a show and went bought a new chain
I just threw your advance up at Blue Flame
She a bitch but she lonely cause you too lame

[Hook]
All she wanna do is ride with a nigga
Pour my drank up and get high with nigga
She say she gon’ ride or die with a nigga
I put ice on her and let her shine with a nigga
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch

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