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[Hook]
I’m a activist sipping actavis
In the back of this cadillac with this
Purple sprite
Know I’m thuggin’ know I’m feeling alright
I’m a activist sipping actavis
In the back of this cadillac with this
Purple sprite
Know I’m thuggin’ know I’m feeling alright

[Verse 1]
Ain’t nobody never gave no f**k about no nigga man
Know it nigga, smoking weed to help keep me sane
Rest in peace my nigga hawk he left me in 2011
Niggas ran up in his crib and hit him in his brain
Praying with my nigga dog, care for my nigga lord
Help a young nigga while I try to find my way
Damn it was my nigga dog, care for my nigga lord
Help a young nigga, I just bought this new AK
Weaving, bob and weaving throwing punches at the world
Yeah I’m fighting back cause I ain’t no ho
Grieving, my niggas dying
Niggas changing on me not that I got money
I ain’t got no where to go
Theres so many people in the world with so many problems
Wonder who would give a f**k about mine
Paid 350 for the pint 2 liter sprite
Yeah this shit is dirty nigga had a long night

[Hook]
I’m a activist sipping actavis
In the back of this cadillac with this
Purple sprite
Know I’m thuggin’ know I’m feeling alright
I’m a activist sipping actavis
In the back of this cadillac with this
Purple sprite
Know I’m thuggin’ know I’m feeling alright

As I pour another cup
I think to myself
The only thing worth getting heard in my life
Is what you take the sin up out my life
As I pour another cup
As I pour another cup
As I pour another cup, my niggas

[Verse 2]
Stress never the less a nigga blessed
Frustrated cause I know I’m better than this
Alone, I am alone, alone is me
Prone cause in my zone to be a G
The world told me lies, killed my friends
The world, f**k the world till it ends
Got a pint for the night, treat it like gold
I need more stress gone I’m moving slow

[Hook]
I’m a activist sipping Actavis
In the back of this cadillac with this
Purple sprite
Know I’m thuggin’ know I’m feeling alright
I’m a activist sipping Actavis
In the back of this cadillac with this
Purple sprite
Know I’m thuggin’ know I’m feeling alright

[Verse 1]
Attention all pimps: we playas gotta get paid
And all you tricks with banks; you’re gonna get played
Creep through the hood with the Glock under my frontseat
Gotta stray strapped for the streets of ’93
Cause the hood ain’t no joke
Too many brothers broke, too many brothers smoke
But it ain’t funny, I gotta get my money
I got a baby brother still pimpin’ on his mommy
You see, the bills gotta stay paid
And I ain’t finna sell my butt, I’ll sell my slut
Pimpin’ don’t talk to the end of the time
First you got to get control of the mind
And then you gotta put this on safe sex
Ey yo tricks, come and get yo pussy wet!
Nation wide, I took my women on a tour
They went platinum, see I’m the mack of the year

[Verse 2]
Real playas don’t high-cap, cause real playas only pimp
Local playas got women, but they don’t got no imp
I gotta get paid with the swiftness
See I started my life a little scandalous
I used to beat my broad, you ain’t never handle yo woman
Like I did mine with a hammer, don’t fall in love
No matter how much you love the slut, she can’t be trust
You better start breakin’ these women
Cause some of these women be cakin’ …
… I thought you knew
You see my broads they be robbin’ these boys
With a .357 and it sound like toys
I gotta keep ’em fresh like some real tight Daisy Dukes
I gotta sell and bail from prostitutes
I gotta throw on the fire on smoke on some pure
Yeah, cause I’m the mack of the year

[Verse 3]
Now these women on my jock in the projects
But I’m (?) trust a groupie like that, I just see the vamp
Cause they don’t wanna get up out they haul killin’
They be lookin’ for a groupie game on the skinny pimpin’
See I’m poppin’ … I gotta g-izz-et (?)
My best friend is a robber, 211, just a AK
(?) real playas don’t play
Broke hoes, broke nose, me want the (?)
I’m stackin’ and packin’ the money
By breakin’ all my broads pockets
Knockin’ boots, I’m makin’ cheese
G’s droppin’ off the (?)
Playas real playas yea they givin’ up the (?)
Don’t think that I won’t ask ya what ya do, what ya do-do?
In yo mouth, mane they love them Daisy Duke freaks
(?) with a (?) never (?) take a lick
But pay me, get me mine then I’m outta here
“You can have it all” cause I’m the mack of the year

Uhhh…
Uhhh…
Uh-Huh…

[Verse 1: OnlyOne]
What you know about Only & Ill? We go way back
Keep your emotions to yourself, we don’t play that
I plant a bomb where the KKK at
Where’s my AK at?
Yea, yea take that
Now I don’t mind cause I don’t have it
Let me invite you to my psychopathic mind of madness
I’m trying harder to die a martyr
I don’t like techno, but I’m a Prodigy and a Fire starter
The riot sparker, barbed wire lion heart
The heckler heckles, the suppressor is the silent partner
I heard all that shit, how could you say that?
I take a piss where your motherf**kin’ grave at
You beef with me? Ten years, I await that
Show up where you stay at like, “Surprise, payback.”
You just been abducted to hell by a spacecraft
And you can go f**k yourself if you hate that

[Verse 2: Illmaculate & OnlyOne]
What you know about Only & Ill? We go way back
You hungry then we know how you feel. Just wanna say that
You hustle then we know how you feel
Between your goals and your bills
Know where the bank at, face mask, safe cracked
Meaningless violence with reason behind it
Throw a Molotov cocktail party for media bias and thought control
Assassinations and the secrets that die with ’em
Witness the fall of giants like dominoes
Old man Rothschild, broke ass dropout
Cold cash and more bullets than Homeland, stockpiled
This ain’t a Kodak, we ’bout to load that, pop rounds
f**k where the sniper scope’s at, roll past, top down
They got something personal with me
I smoke a lot, big, this is all personal with me
I won’t put down my luggage, I don’t push pounds in public
Don’t put out my blunt tip, I got Kush clouded judgment
All I care about is who to body, what leagues payin’
Think I’m playin’ then you are probably freebasin’
All they talk about is Illuminati and freemasons
I’ll do a Molly my crew’ll honestly cremate ’em

[Verse 3: OnlyOne & Illmaculate]
What you know about Only & Ill? We go way back
Feel like it’s Ghost in the Shell, get your brain hacked
I took the black box and survived the plane crash
I take dabs and I taste wax ’till I face plant
When I splash thoughts a tidal wave pass
In a straight jacket I lay flat on the train tracks
This Monsters, Inc
The last of the monsters after the monsters have all gone extinct
This Only & Ill, Ghost in the Shell
I could past the mag send the police to hell (Yea!)
Yea I know how you feel, no love for them
And anyone that owes me or showed me an L
We rollin’ up me some clones then the homie can help (bitch)
Know by the smell that he’s growin’ it well, it’s potent
Lurkin’ the city, herbal and sticky, blaze that
Make a Nissan swerve like a Bentley or Maybach
I used to practice recording my songs on the 8-track
Bloody floor, buncha f**kin’ heads in the Maytag
Holy ghost, I’ll cut ya’ll face with the stain glass
What you know about Only & Ill? With your fake ass

[Letra de “Jeke Flex”]

[Coro]
Osama Bin Laden, tengo un adén como Osama Bin Laden (hey)
AK’s y fales, mis letras son como bombas nucleares (hey)
Billetes caen como si fueran aviones del cielo (fiuuu)
Soy el enemigo público, el terror de los raperos (hey)

Osama Bin Laden
Todos me buscan, no pueden hallarme (Bin Laden)
Dile a tu novia que se quede quieta
Que ya no me llame (que ya no me llame, hey-hey)
Osama Bin Laden, tengo el control hijo, yo soy el father (hey)
No choques ni te resbales, si no sabes lo que sale (wui)

[Verso 1]
George Bush no me vio entrar por el cielo (hey)
No creyeron y las Torres se cayeron (hey)
Thug shit, día a día más certero (jejeje)
Tengo dos amigos, el joyero y el banquero (hey)

Mírame ahora la face (hey)
No tengo aspecto de un rey (no)
Pero sigo siendo el feo que aman las babies y odia la ley (yeh)
Mal ejemplo un carajo, ‘toy saliendo de abajo (no)
Yo sólo hago mi trabajo, cuento dinero mientras me relajo (hey)

Osama Bin Laden, en la montaña tengo mi hospedaje, hey (brrr)
Me muevo en medio de la niebla
No saben si muero y temen dispara’me, hey (brrr)
Osama Bin Laden, estoy a tu lado armado y no lo sabes
Ahora bebe jarabe, a tu novia en la boca no le cabe, hey

Soy como el puto Bin Laden (hey)
Empecé con el petróleo (ouh)
Pero terminé aterrando al mundo
Y todo eso fue a causa del odio (grrr)
No me acostumbro a los lujos
Las prendas las lanzo borracho en conciertos (ay)
Tengo enemigos ocultos, sólo por llamarme Neutro (yeh)

Es que soy un movimiento, soy el líder de un estilo de vida (hey)
Llamado Thug Shit, una religión que fue creada en Artigas (ouh)
Ese es mi barrio pa’l que no lo sabe, al oeste de Caracas (yeh)
Y si aún canto del barrio es porque la malicia nadie me la saca (brrr)

[Coro]
Osama Bin Laden, tengo un adén como Osama Bin Laden (hey)
AK’s y fales, mis letras son como bombas nucleares (hey-hey)
Billetes caen como si fueran aviones del cielo (fiuuu, mmm)
Soy el enemigo público, el terror de los raperos (hey)

Osama Bin Laden, todos me buscan, no pueden hallarme (hey)
Dile a tu novia que se quede quieta y que ya no me llame (pam)
Osama Bin Lade, tengo el control hijo, yo soy el father (yeh)
No choques ni te resbales, si no sabes lo que sale (hey)

[Verso 2]
Muy fácil es hablar mierda, difícil llegar a esto (yeh)
Lograr en tan poco tiempo
Lo que en tanto tiempo nunca logró el resto
Si yo gano no es porque yo quiera
Es porque a la gente sí le gusta esto (yeh)
Y no compito contra otros raperos (no)
No están al level para ser modesto (no)

A veces quisiera cantar lo romántico
Y prácticamente es un ácido
Que derrite lento el corazón
Porque sé que no siento amor por algo básico (hey)
Sexo, dinero y lujuria (hey)
Son tres cosas pasajeras (yeh)
No importa cuánto hagas bulla (no)
Igual la muerte te espera (jajaja)

Haz una hazaña sin máscara y notarás que la gente igual hablará
Sólo me interesa facturar, húndanse ustedes allá en su farándula
Sólo el que piensa matrícula
Y el que círcula en el carril correcto
No te la tires de guapo (no)
Porque los guapos ‘tán muertos (yeh)

Baby ya sabes quién soy
Pronto seré más caro que el Roll Royce
Se toca y me tira por voice
Me lo mama mientras fumo un joint (oh)
TrapMoney es mi compañía
Y me meo en todos (me meo en todos)
Los Vatos Inc es mi familia (ah)
Hasta que me encuentre bajo el lodo (yeh-yeh)

[Letra de “Sicario”]

[Intro]
(J-Yes en el beat)
Me suena el celular
Esa vaina me activa, dicen que yo me vo’a buscar
Si me llevo una vida eso a mí no me suena mal
Dime qué tal, ¿Quién es fulano de tal?
No importa que fue lo que hizo mal
Dame detalles, ¿Cómo lo puedo encontrar?

[Verso 1]
Par de palos cojos los compre, -e-eh
El chipete se activa, la jalo, to’ el mundo a correr, -e-er
Con la mano pa’ arriba
Toma fuego, toma balas, to’as saliendo de un Impala
Tanta Perco, tanta Xanax, tú no vuelve a ver el mañana
‘Tamo vestido de negro, to’ montados, no’ endógamo pa’ romper
Me concentro, ¿Cómo entro?, ¿Cómo lo hago?, ¿Cómo se lo vo’a coje?
¿Si no lo hago cómo vo’a comer?, ¿Si no lo hago cómo vo’a comer?
Esta hambre que yo tengo, soy realengo, tú lo que te va a joder
En el piso va a haber tiza, yo me muero de la risa
El día que tú te muera agarramos los rifles y baleamos tu misa

[Coro]
Yo soy sicario so no llores por mí
Soy de la calle so no llores por mí
Sé lo que hago so no llores por mí
Sé lo que hago so no llores por mí

Yo soy sicario so no llores por mí
Soy de la calle so no llores por mí
Sé lo que hago so no llores por mí
Sè lo que hago so no llores por mí

[Verso 2]
Un tolete de alto grado, yo he mata’o por par de gramo’, qué lo que
Cada cuerpo una tarifa, quitando cabeza fue que me busque
Yo me fui pero yo regrese, yo me fui pero yo regrese
Vi que esta vaina no tenía dueño, saque el AK y de esto me adueñe
Yo termino de darte lo tuyo, sólo con yo darte un balazo en la cara
El corazón mío ya no lo puede sentir (no), yo no siento nada
Quieren ver como es que yo lo hago
Quieren ver como los apago
Si es de matar soy un mago
Me apuntan el de’o porque soy el malo

[Coro]
Yo soy sicario so no llores por mí
Soy de la calle so no llores por mí
Sé lo que hago so no llores por mí
Sé lo que hago so no llores por mí

Yo soy sicario so no llores por mí
Soy de la calle so no llores por mí
Sé lo que hago so no llores por mí
Sè lo que hago so no llores por mí

[Letra de “No Quiero Fama”]

[Intro: Tali Goya]
Ah
Yeah
Aha-ah, aha-ah
Gang shit (Gang, gang, gang)
Turn Me Up!

[Coro: Tali Goya]
Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Buscarme ligero (Buscarme ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No, no; Jamz Turn Me Up)

Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Hacerlo ligero (Hacerlo ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No; Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Hacerlo ligero (Hacerlo ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No; Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verso 1: Tali Goya]
‘Toy en el joseo, y tengo cuarto por si se me tiran los feo’ (Yeah)
Dizque son rebe’ y yo no les creo (No), si caen preso empieza el choteo
Me ajunte con mi coro, me metí dos Molly y ahora empezó el nebuleo
Y a ti te backeo’, y esperamo’ el perfecto momento pa’ hace’ un tiroteo (¡Pa-pa!)
A mi AK le doy de’o (Ah), a tu cuero le doy de’o (Ah)
En mi coro lo que hay e’ pila de tigers, ninguno somo’ fariseo (Yeah)
Soy una estrella y no de Galileo, cuando le rompo el culo le saco los peo’
Los kilos me llegan en el correo, los Bori’ los pichan y yo los beteo
Y a mí no me pongan un de’o (Prr), a tu jeva le hago un picoteo
La ponemo’ en cuatro y le hacemo’ un torneo, le doy con la pierna de Shaquille O’Neal
Ey, ahora que estoy encendi’o, ‘toy pa’ cuarto’, na’ más pa’ lo mío
A mí no me joda’, evitate un lío, que fácil te pico y te dejo en el frío (Ah)
¿Qué lo que? Dime a ver-la, y ahora prendele vela’
Yo me busco y no e’ muela, tu jevita me cela
Con dos Perco la pela, le rompo la habichuela
No me venga’ diciendo que tiene, que aquí yo también tiro tela
Yo lo hago por los kileros, 24-7 atrás del dinero
Si hay una vuelta yo soy el primero en sacarle la ‘tola y hacer el huidero’
Yo no me apecho, porque tú eres un cuero
Esperando que yo me duerma pa’ dejarme encuero
No soy un palomo, pa’ serte sincero
De nada soy yo el que tumba primero, ey

[Coro: Tali Goya]
Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Buscarme ligero (Buscarme ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No, no)

Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Hacerlo ligero (Hacerlo ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No; Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Hacerlo ligero (Hacerlo ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No; Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verso 2: Ñengo Flow]
Dinero-Dinero, kilero-kilero
Yo tengo el sello del polvo ligero
Haciendo negocios por el mundo entero
Hay muchas reunione’ con los traquetero’
Veneno que eleva, lo llaman petróleo del blanco
Muevo las piezas y pa’l banco, siempre tengo ready el barco
En el hueco ando con diez, joseando pa’ lo mío
En to’ los caserío’, vendiendo queso frío
Cabró, yo no fío, los fantasma’ están podrí’o
Nebuleo al que se me pegan cerca, saben que se van parti’o
Y con un AK, se le queda en la cintura y no la sacan (Prrr)
Cuando los demonios del Real G atacan (Real G4 Life, baby)
O llegan en bote’ envueltos en goma
Pa’ que no se mojen y crucen la loma
Doscientos y doscientos, llegó la corona
Puro sin la toza’, una azúcar cabrona (Turn Me Up)
Dímelo Tali, ¿dónde están las mamis?
Pa’ darles champaña, queso con salami
Hacerle un tsunami, seguir celebrando
Porque estamo desafari—

[Coro: Tali Goya]
Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Buscarme ligero (Buscarme ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No, no)

Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Hacerlo ligero (Hacerlo ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No; Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Hacerlo ligero (Hacerlo ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No; Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Letra de “Bregalo”]

[Intro: 24 Stack Up]
Turn me up!
¿Qué fue?
Two-Four
Me vo’a killa, vo’a comenza’ a quita’ cadena
Tali, ¿ready?
Bregalo

[Coro]
Bregalo, bregalo
¿Los kilo?, entregalo entregalo
Si tiene dinero, pegalo
¿No lo quiere dar?, abalealo

Bregalo, bregalo
¿Los kilo?, entregalo entregalo
Si tiene dinero, pegalo
¿No lo quiere dar?, abalealo

[Verso 1]
Bregalo, bregalo, si se pone de freco’ con la ‘tola quemalo
Y eso te pasa porque a ti en tu bloque te llaman demagogo
Ya le brege, ya le brege, to’ lo que tenia le quite
Con tu jeva yo me liquide y no es coincidencia que le di y no llame
Mira como es que te brego
Con mi pikete tumbo tu ego
Na’ más dinero es lo que yo quiero
Los kilo me los traen los marinero
De una vez yo te formo un reperpero
No compro medio, damelo entero
‘Toy cumpliendo mi sueño callejero
Yo na’ más quiero dinero ligero
Tengo la Glock, tengo la AK
Una granada, quiero la key
A tu cuero le gusta mi way
A tu cuero le gusta mi way

[Coro]
Bregalo, bregalo
¿Los kilo?, entregalo entregalo
Si tiene dinero, pegalo
¿No lo quiere dar?, abalealo

Bregalo, bregalo
¿Los kilo?, entregalo entregalo
Si tiene dinero, pegalo
¿No lo quiere dar?, abalealo

[Verso 2]
Bregalo, bregalo
Si tiene dinero, backealo
Si anda con su hijo, chancealo
Si tú no le para, abalealo
Yo tengo pikete
Y aparte de eso billete
No me importa que tú te inquiete
Y de mi parte te mando siete
Tengo mi swagger, soy un chispete
Y a la disquera que mande el cheque
¿Tú ‘tá viendo to’ estos diamantes?
Vo’a hacer que tu cuero se apeche
La pongo en cuatro, le tiro leche
Te hago un video pa’ que no sospeche
Ella quiere que de ella me aproveche
Que to’ mi esperma en la cara le eche
Muchos de estos raperos que me tiran
No tienen historia, so son de mentira
Hay veces que yo ni me entero
Pueda ser que yo esté de gira

[Coro]
Bregalo, bregalo
¿Los kilo?, entregalo entregalo
Si tiene dinero, pegalo
¿No lo quiere dar?, abalealo

Bregalo, bregalo
¿Los kilo?, entregalo entregalo
Si tiene dinero, pegalo
¿No lo quiere dar?, abalealo

[Outro: 24 Stack Up]
Oye qué lo que
De ahora pa’ alante
Tienen que darle el verdadero saludo al Rey del Norte
Tali Goya, ¿qué fue?
La vaina ‘tá hot mamaguevo, super hot
Tali Goya
‘Tamo ready
Hablamo en dos meses

Letra de “Ha Ha Ha”[Intro]
Aah!
Ey (ey, ey, ey..)
Aah!

[Verso 1]
Rulay (rulay)
Te tengo un cuero llamada Sulay, ah ah (Sulay, Sulay)
El mío le cabe, soy su size, ah
Yo le di primero, después el compai’, way, way, way (traga)
Lo mío no es hablar, lo mío es acción (no) (ka-ka-ka-ka)
Primer Impacto, Univisión (muerto)
A mí no me hablen de unión (no, no)
Unidos están mis granos, Welinton Quiw El Campeón, ve’ (un corito sano)
Son peón, la mayoria son peón (krr)
‘Toy harto de la hipocresía, harto del mamón (mamaguebo)
Ellos me tiran, después me miran (ajá, ajá, ajá)
Cuando saco la AK de una vez dicen que admiran (¡patrón!)
Okay, pila de violencia por tu Waze (¡Goya!)
Me muevo con los kilo como el mismo [Hathaway?] (skrt, skrt)
Wey, queremos el shipping, no papita ‘e Lays (ring)
Ponteme de fresco y te ponemos a ti en tu place (ka-ka-ka-ka)
Sí, se me viraron (se doblaron)
Y al mismo tiempo to’ se retiraron (ajá, ajá, ajá, ajá)
Yo ‘toy Gucci, mascara Louis (Louis)
La cabeza ‘e mi ñema se parece a Stewie, ah (Stewie!)

[Coro]
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)

Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)

[Verso 2]
Burla’o, pa’ darle a la gorda de Bulin, ah (la gorda)
Sacale y montala en el trampolín (skrt, skrt)
¡Es mi bimbín!, tú eres el final, yo soy el fin (yo soy el fin)
Soy un nasty nigga, pero siempre bajo clean, cling-pling (¿qué lo que?)
El Rolly forra’o en diamantes bajo el agua, swim (nada)
This is cut, esas son las rocas flow delfín (cling-pling)
Yo me busco, palomito, tú te buscas chin (chin)
Chong (Chong), Maka (Maka), Haya (Haya)
Y a los que me tiren quiero que al mes to’ se caigan (caigan)
Vaya men, mira como tú la mascate (ka-ka-ka-ka)
Yo he guerra’o con demonios, yo ‘toy ready pa’l combate (¿qué fue?)
Ate, pa’ que vea, ustedes me tripean (ha ha ha)
Si yo saco una AK, de una vez to’ se me mean (krra, krra)
Los pongo a mimi’ y que mamen
Saco la correa, pau pau, (rrra, rrra) (psh psh)
Goya

[Coro]
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)

Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)

[Outro]
Goya!
¿Qué fue?
El Rey—
Tiger Gang
El Rey—
Gang
Del Norte
Gang
Que burla
Tiger Gang
Que burla
The Reason
Que burla

[Chorus]
You know I got it all from the dirt
He ain’t put in work, now he hurt
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag
Droppin’ water, I been runnin’ to the cash now
I know they wish that I was broke or doin’ bad now
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag

[Verse 1]
If you got a dream, you better chase that
They been sleepin’ on the kid but I don’t take naps
She see the rapper, now shawty wanna taste that
Yeah, long hair don’t care like I’m A$AP
Bitch, get off my line I’m on the f**king road
I live my life like every day’s another episode
Niggas hate but want a ticket to my shows, yeah
I see right through you like Rihanna clothes
If yo’ bitch a snack, my bitch a full plate
I done made it out the hood without a cell mate
Still tryna move my brodie out the trap house
Movin’ so much weight he almost blew his back out
She gon’ keep throwin’ that ass if I throw cash out
Cause I’m the only rapper only spittin’ facts out
And I still sit around the house wit’ all my chains on
Cause I ain’t ever goin’ back to where I came from

[Chorus]
You know I got it all from the dirt
He ain’t put in work, now he hurt
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag
Droppin’ water, I been runnin’ to the cash now
I know they wish that I was broke or doin’ bad now
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag

[Verse 2]
Damn, what’s the problem?
Tell me how I did all of this without a album
Young nigga speaking for a couple thousand
Keep the circle small, you see how they did Malcolm
Get yo’ paper, get yo’ paper, get yo’ money
I did it my way, they can’t take nothin’ from me
I know they wish that I was ashy, broke, and bummy
Cause now I’m probably in they Women Crush tummy
Ayi-yi-yi-yi, Why does everybody die growing up on this side?
Got gorillas in a Jag with AK’s on they thighs
If it’s beef, bullets long as French fries
You can catch a super size, yeah super size
City of the lost, hope you make it out alive
See my brodie caught a body and he got a couple priors
They only caught ‘em cause he dropped the Cannon like Mariah

[Chorus]
You know I got it all from the dirt
He ain’t put in work, now he hurt
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag
Droppin’ water, I been runnin’ to the cash now
I know they wish that I was broke or doin’ bad now
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag
You know I got it all from the dirt
He ain’t put in work, now he hurt
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag
Droppin’ water, I been runnin’ to the cash now
I know they wish that I was broke or doin’ bad now
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag

Zumbalo que esto es King Daddy
Y dime donde es que es el party
Indica donde están las mamis
Pa’ caerles en el Ferrari

Musi dale duro las boci explota
Dale ponle al bajo pa’ ver como azota
Hoy nos vamos a fuego
Así que ponte las botas
Dale prende otro
Pa’ que siga la nota

Que sigan perreando
Y en la esquina guayando
El combo quemando
La brea comando
Con el jefe ando

Pa’ que sigan perreando
Una esquina guayando
El combo quemando
La brea comando
Con el jefe ando

Todo el mundo pal party sin miedo
Soy el de la sí que puedo
Tú me conoces muévele entonces
Como te remonto y a romper suelo

Estamos a un nivel
Que hacemos lo que queremos
Muchos sueñan de hacer como lo hacemos
Tienes un problema lo resolvemos

Tú vas a romper el record de bolt cuando lleguemos
Mujeres hay demás, tengo lo tuyo ma
Voy a pasar por el canal
Y viajar en panamá

Respeto para el guetto
The number one
El humilde abusador
En this clan

Pa’ que sigan perreando
Una esquina guayando
El combo quemando
La brea comando
Con el jefe ando

Hey, sigo siendo el numero uno de roster
Estos son fantasmas les llego su ghostbuster
No tienes que volar pa’ sentir el helicopter
Esto es pa’ que perrees como a los tiempos de booster

Desde que arranque no he parao ni un momentum
Fue que los de la nazza me encontraron en estum
Barreras desnutridas bebas en la centrum
Que yo lo que no sepa, fácil me lo inventum

Soy soy difícil de matar como Bruce Willis
Así que guarden la AK, la forty y la nueve milli
El boss anda en el Phantom
Farruko haciendo Willy
Grandes ligas y celebran con los philips

Zumbalo que esto es King Daddy
Y dime donde es que es el party
Indica donde están las mamis
Pa’ caerles en el Ferrari

Menes dale duro las boci explota
Dale ponle al bajo pa’ ver como azota
Hoy nos vamos a fuego
Así que ponte las botas
Dale prende otro
Pa’ que siga la nota

Que sigan perreando
Y en la esquina guayando
El combo quemando
La brea comando
Con el jefe ando

Pa’ que sigan perreando
Una esquina guayando
El combo quemando
La brea comando
Con el jefe ando

Musicólogo & Menes
King Daddy Edition (King daddy)
Papi esto es el cartel musical más grande
Y el más poderoso
Y seguimos
Traficando música por toneladas
Cartel Records
Donde se escribe la historia

Play this song

[Chorus: 21 Savage & The Game]
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

[Verse 1: The Game]
I was young, black, and ashy, ’42 khakis
Red rag in my pocket
Throwin’ up Blood to any car that ever pass me
Gangbang classy
Gold herringbone, mama said I’m too flashy
Niggas wanna jack me, tell ’em, “Run it,” like a track meet
On my DMX shit, tell my enemies to get at me
I’m from Compton where the bitches carry ratchets
And niggas in wheelchairs ain’t never heard of Degrassi
Raw hand, I’m gutter, Dre had to Aftermath me
Had a flow when I was a rider, Compton like Tallahassee
First album classic, second album classic
So I skipped the hoodrats and went straight to the Cassies
N.Y.C., top down, Big blastin’
Nas said I’d be a legend, nigga, don’t gas me
Hot in ’97, Funk Flex had to ask me
“How you make it out that beef with Hov?”
Nigga, my passion

[Interlude: The Game]
I was in New York the first time I heard “Dear Summer” on Hot 97
Top of the W Hotel, 54th & Broadway
Lookin’ out my window at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas
It’s still West Side though

[Chorus: 21 Savage & The Game]
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Fuck 12)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

[Interlude: The Game]
See the thing I miss about hip hop the most
Was the storytelling
That B.I.G. shit, that Nas shit, that Slick Rick shit
That Tribe Called Quest
You know that, that cruisin’ the street in my ’64, R.I.P. to Eazy
I ain’t got nothin’ against new hip hop, I fuck with all you niggas
And remember, nigga, I was young too, let’s go

[Verse 2: The Game]
Made it out the hood and some, I’m on my fourth passport
God gave me all this shit, I ain’t have to ask for it
Gold Daytons on a ’97 Honda Passport
Black ski mask on, runnin’ from the task force
Uzi, had the cash for it, and I had the stash for it
Foot on the brake, hit the wipers, open the dashboard
Sold drugs, made straight A’s, and I was playin’ sports
Youngin and fresh, six bricks inside a Jansport
Fast forward, countin’ this money on Aftermath for it
Bought a new Ferrari, gave my bitch ten stacks
Told her don’t come back here ’til she got an ass for it
Told her run through mackin’ in Louis to get a bag for it
I give you classics when you ask for it
I Vince Carter-ed everything Just Blaze threw off the backboard
Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door

[Chorus: 21 Savage & The Game]
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Fuck 12)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Woo)

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Ask around Atlanta, Savage known to let it bang bang (Bang)
Gang gang, get a nigga stabbed in the chain gang
Lieutenant like I’m Dam’ Wayne, bring the major pain, pain
Candlelight, Fox 5, fish fry, gang gang
All I know is A-B-C-D-E-F-G shit (C)
Wet ’em with the chopper, watch a nigga get seasick (Sea)
Throwin’ up the pyramid, like I’m from Egypt (Gang)
The hunnid round see-through, y’all so see-through (Bop)
I know real Crips and they say they never see you
Just like Clifford, I’m the big red Blood, ayy
Glock 45, get a big red slug
You ain’t Blood, you a bitch, you a big red stud (Oh)
Way before the rap, I trappin’ out the cold
I didn’t know how to water whip, I straight dropped the dope (Oh)
All these guns in the car, I gotta wear a seatbelt
I ain’t got no license, so I gotta wear my seatbelt (Skrrt)
I do this shit myself, nigga, I don’t need no help
Walk up on ’em with that, God help me, he a priest now (Bop)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Posted on the block, deuce-deuce in my sock
Feel like Mozzy, I got one up top (Yeah)
Couple years, real niggas gon’ be extinct
Bitch, I got a MAC-10 under this mink
Pull up, let it blink, nigga, I don’t think (Oh)
Your hood Titanic, we gon’ make that shit sink (Straight up)

[Chorus: 21 Savage, The Game]
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Fuck 12)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (Soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

Play this song

[Intro]
Yeah, hey
Yeah, hey
Oh, I’m coming ’round that bitch
Cosmic, Cosmic
Hey, oh, haters ’round this
That boy ‘smic
My heart in a- wait, yeah (Who?)

[Chorus]
My heart in a mix, pull up with a stick (Yeah)
I’m gon’ let it hit (Yeah), everyday I’m lit (Huh)
Life is so fast, had to stop and take a pic (Yeah)
Diamonds on my toilet, I get rich and take a shit (Who?)
My heart in a mix, pull up with a stick (Yeah)
I’m gon’ let it hit (Yeah), everyday I’m lit (Huh)
Life is so fast, had to stop and take a pic (Yeah)
Diamonds on my toilet, I get rich and take a shit (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
I’m in L.A. with my lay day, smoking the kk
I’m living so high that I can’t see straight
Look in the mirror, I see two faces
All white on me, but no I’m not racist
Pull up on a nigga, AK be spraying
Presidential Rollie, no Sarah Palin, yy
Keep it on me, I know that I’m not safe
Where I’m from, these niggas dying out in broad day
If you need it, then we serve it like an entree
You get cash, we pouring codeine in my Minute Maid
Sipped too much, I’m pourin’
Look at my bitch, she imported
I need a house in the forest
Make her run for me like Forrest
My lil’ bitch too gorgeous (Ooh)
She wear the fishnets (Uh), I make it in debt
Like an ocean, she be too wet

[Chorus]
My heart in a mix, pull up with a stick (Yeah)
I’m gon’ let it hit (Yeah), everyday I’m lit (Huh)
Life is so fast, had to stop and take a pic (Yeah)
Diamonds on my toilet, I get rich and take a shit (Who?)
My heart in a mix, pull up with a stick (Yeah)
I’m gon’ let it hit (Yeah), everyday I’m lit (Huh)
Life is so fast, had to stop and take a pic (Yeah)
Diamonds on my toilet, I get rich and take a shit (Yeah)

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
My heart in a mix, pull up with a stick (Yeah)
I’m gon’ let it hit (Yeah), everyday I’m lit (Huh)
Life is so fast, had to stop and take a pic (Yeah)
Diamonds on my toilet, I get rich and take a shit (Who?)
My heart in a mix, pull up with a stick (Yeah)
I’m gon’ let it hit (Yeah), everyday I’m lit (Huh)
Life is so fast, had to stop and take a pic (Yeah)
Diamonds on my toilet, I get rich and take a shit (Yeah)

Play this song

[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

Play this song

[Intro: Young Thug]
(BL$$D)
I just let lil’ mama suck me up, girl
Bitch tryna grind [?] of the both, girl
I jumped out the Porsche and when straight up girl (Straight up girl)
You can leave your trousers here, you know the world

[Bridge: Young Thug]
What the move?
I’m tired of earnin’ you
I’m tired of spyin’ on ya’
Tried to paint my shoes
I made it rain on you
When it was hard to maintain too
I was playin’ games with you
Like you could never play games too, yeah, woah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Drip, drip, no shoestring my sneaker, won’t trip
My jeans, they so tight, they don’t fit
Still I walk around with a stick on my hip
VVS diamonds right behind my lip
Don’t walk with less than 50 on my wrist
Diamonds so cold on my neck, it got me sick
Raf Simons mix it up with the Rick’
Flexin’ on these haters who sent me “My bad”
Made it from the soil, made it from the rags
Richer than your first, richer than your last
L U V, know I got the swag
Pop a rubber band, pop another Xan
I groove around, party pack with hand
I’m seeing double lookin’ through my lens
Tell me what you want, I just want your friend

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Diamonds they cook my wrist
Leg it, they fuck all the skits, woo
Left wrist sittin’ on a brick
Bitch had it ‘lot like a pig (Shee)
Fist work came for the shit
Grab a AK for the wrist (Grab AK)
Gorilla, rub your Bape on a bitch
Shoot your card K on a bitch (Bitch)
We livin’ state to state on a bitch (We livin’ state to state, yeah)
We never ever play with the bitch (We never ever play no)
Do everything the same on a bitch
We only pick the brain of the bitch
I thought to [?] big bills on a bitch
I got a few C’s on a bitch
I made another lead on a bitch
My diamond ’bout to [?] bitch

[Bridge: Young Thug]
What’s the move?
I’m tired of earnin’ you (Oh yeah)
I was tired of spyin’ on ya’
Tried to paint my shoes
Make it rain on you (Rain)
It was hard to maintain too, uh
I was playin’ games with you
Like you couldn’t play games too, hey, okay

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

Play this song

[Verse 1 : Issa Gold]
No I don’t copy no waves
I surf on your chick while you take her on dates
I ain’t tryna slay, fuck minimum wage
We stole all the bases my nigga we safe
Keeping the grip hid it next to the waist
Kill for my niggas don’t care bout the cage
Shorty was with it don’t care what I say
She know I’m a G and she fuck with the gang (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga the coldest mack, got chicks on my almanac (Yeah, yeah)
Smoke out the cul de sac, she blitzing the quarterback (Yeah)
Never was friendly I’m straight
Nigga a lame see the hate in his face
Real ones salute all the fake can’t relate
You blowin the boof now she hit like its laced
Screaming shoutout to my niggas we safe
Look at my phone got hoes on the way
Switchin’ my lane still up for debate
Leaving the rest for my niggas to take (Facts)
I’m a superwinner with no cape
I plow a nigga down he get in the way
I roll another pound I’m liftin’ away
She top me off in whip ain’t no time to waste

[Hook : AKTHESAVIOR]
Uh, Yeah, Stuck in my ways, try to run up get the pump to the face
Uh, Yeah, What a mistake, ain’t no movie now his Spirit Away
Uh, Yeah, I got the pay, shawty see me try to give her a raise
Uh, Yeah, Soon as I slay, tokyo a nigga drifting away

[Verse 2 : AKTHESAVIOR]
I blow the finest, only ride designer
She wanna cut so I name her katana
Live out my luggage fly like I departed
The niggas I’m with been the same since I started
AK the illest I’m just being honest
High like a pillar when I hit the chronic
I got the knowledge and turn it to power and now they say I’m ‘luminati, She got them niggas to make a deposit they layin’
We catching a body, Ain’t got no limit I’m bout it when figures is piling my niggas is down to get rowdy
Gemini I be impatient, I need a payment
Ain’t no way to get around it
Nigga you not on my wavelength, I been up training
Like Piccalo in the moutains
Green in my eyes but I don’t wear a scouter
Look at her nose its still got a lil powder
Give me that mouth and she swallow the chowder
Tell her goodnight and I pray for her father
All on my own so I don’t owe you nada
I’m in disguise when I’m rocking that prada
Been an Amiri you niggas just follow
I’m a trendsetter my style never borrowed

[Hook : AKTHESAVIOR]
Uh, Yeah, Stuck in my ways, try to run up get the pump to the face
Uh, Yeah, What a mistake, ain’t no movie now his Spirit Away
Uh, Yeah, I got the pay, shawty see me try to give her a raise
Uh, Yeah, Soon as I slay, tokyo a nigga drifting away, Uh yeah

Play this song

[Verse 1 : Issa Gold]
Niggas love to scream at players while they sitting in the rafters
Step, reveal and get embarrassed like when Cass ripped up Dizaster, I’m like half Marilyn Manson
The other half a young scholastic
(?) Sid vicious, confidence of Young Mick Jacker
I be rolling stone, rest in piece to Peep whoever overdosed
We third and goal, I’m Brady off the snap
You know we going home, since last year been in my zone
Give all hell no cortizone, that nigga pops his weakness shows
The cold heat will let him know, Twisted off the gnac
While twisting up the pack, used to cop it by the half P
And move it in the trap, My nigga Juice had the weight
That nigga put us on the map don’t let the colored hair fool you
Nigga live with the strap, you can see it in the scars
Coulda died to be richer, went to jail and did a bid
While just trying to make a flip, used to push weight in crack cars Since nigga was a kid, my lil home caught a charge
And we ain’t seen him ever since (Lawd, lawd)

[Hook : AKtheSavior]
I got 2 hoes for the night, Shoutout to my exes
No detectives in that single life
Rent the coupe I’m breaking lights, Soldiers close I earn my stripes
Play your roll or pay the price

[Verse 2 : AKtheSavior]
Drop the location, Pull up in spaceship like its an invasion
AK a starter you on the bench waiting, internet beefin then step to the pavement, niggas retreat before we get to sprayin’
Just like a roach but I strike you like Raiden (Uh)
I get the bag and I stack it up stack it up that be the simple equation (Uh) Took me a Mario mushroom and leveled up
Lord be witness my niggas shoot heaven up
I don’t do regular, hot like a nebula (Uh)
She gave me top and I severed her
I be the alien and I’m the predator (Uh)
Watch me clear out the perimeter
Niggas talk loud but inside they be feminine
Open the cabinet the reefer my medicine (Uh)
Hate when they see me like nemesis
I keep it humble and reap all the benefits
She getting loose for the hell of it
I’m wearing Prada you know what that represent
She throwing it back she competitive
Soon as I hit it she losing her membership
I had to VS my tennises
Now my shit hittin like Venus and Tennis hit

[Hook (x2) : AKtheSavior]
I got 2 hoes for the night, Shoutout to my exes
No detectives in that single life
Rent the coupe I’m breaking lights, Soldiers close I earn my stripes
Play your roll or pay the price

[Intro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Shit, me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
I bought me a Benz, it came with a shank
I fuck on your friends, I fuck on your bae
Every time I pretend, it came with a bait (Uh-huh)
I was in a Royce, I was seeing space
‘Bouta fuck a bitch brain, my DM’s late
Bitch, you ain’t my sensei
You could use my nut to cleanse your face

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Bitch, drink my nut like E&J
I was fucked up bro, had to reinstate (Uh-huh)
Look and see I’m straight
We sexin’, we ain’t got a birthday cake (Uh-huh)
Gotta keep an AK
These niggas play games like arcade (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Porsche
See you’re unloyal, had to part ways (Uh-huh)

[Verse 3: Young Thug & Gunna]
I drip on my dawg’s stage
I brought this shit down at the Barclays (Uh-huh)
I fucked her at Ross place
I ran it up, fillin’ my dawg’s safe (Uh-huh)
Cashed out on some dog, yay
You niggas was taught to follow the way (Uh-huh)
I blocked a thot today
Stop blowing up my number and stalkin’ my page (Uh-huh)
I got a thot, uh, I got a thot, hey
If I leave the spot, I go to the yacht, hey
New Gucci stocks, cover her twat, hey
Givenchy socks, dress up the spot, hey
Jeepers creepers, the gators got measles, shit
I fucked up the bank, bought a rose gold shank, yeah
No realer than this
Dunk with the assist, we hit us a lick (Lick)
Slime in that bitch
I went and got rich, my necklace glist’ (Yeah)
Two hundred a fist
One hundred my bitch, I’m real as it get (Uh huh)
Talkin’ that shit, I hope your kids still humped all your kids
They hit up my mans
They caught him down bad, I want some revenge
I ran up them M’s
Need cash in my bank or pull up in a Brinks

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Verse 4: Young Thug & Gunna]
Top off the Benz, the one with no space
It’s drivin’ itself, hit the gas and the brakes
I had her bent inside of the Wraith
The size, the tint, the curtain, the weight
I had to sprint all way to the end
I lost some old friends, couldn’t keep up the pace
Copped the new Lam’ and put it on land
These fuck niggas mad, I see it in they face
The jet that I’m on, its muzzle got Wraith
I’m dodging the rain and I’m dodging the hate
I don’t need a pass ’cause I’m not in school
You playin’, you gon’ be another cold case
My diamonds gon’ dance, they come and enhance
My dick in her hand, I bet it get ate
I spent sixty bands on one of my cases
The paperwork in, my co-D is safe
YSL, we the guys
We murder him and his tribe
I show you around like a spy
This city is mine ’til I die, ah
Patek the rock, ah
Soon up, we shoot at your spot, ah
Perfectly aim for the top, ah
Fuckin’ your ho ’til she tired, yeah
Yeah, just look at these rocks, uh
Lil’ mama got top, it’s wet as a mop, whoa
I creep in the spot
It’s knot knots on me on the way out
Got too many vibes
She feelin’ my brother, we swiggity-swap (Thugger)
Keep sendin’ him Dots
I’m gon’ free my cousin, I won’t let him rot
You sent me a dyke
I fucked her so good, I got her back right
It’s locked, and she got Suge jaws
But I never want the key to the heart, nah
She say my music art
And love it when I’m rappin’ with a guitar
We really came from the A
My shit flowin’, havin’ plenty of bars

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Outro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh (Aimin’ at a gate)
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate (Aimin’ at a gate, mmh)
(Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate)

[Chorus: Belly]
I pull up in four-door Bugattis
Four-wheel Ducatis
Got at least two hoes beside me (ten)
Threesomes like a hobby
Addies made me zero in
Two point nine, these five tsunamis
Seven boppers in the lobby
We the new Illuminati
All my bitches keep six
In case twelve tryna find me
Do the math, do the math
45’s like the army

[Verse 1: Belly]
I’m a pipe her like Rowdy
Free Max, free Bobby
Get Whoopty on the phone
He’ll know what to do with the body (death)
Set Persiles on a little couch, till I put my mama in a real house
Pills all in my little pocket, and they got me geeking like a meal house
Too many fake waves
It’s a real drought
I feel like eight days, with the AK earn the real clout
Fuck your two cents
You wouldn’t even give me two cents when my pennies scuff
Earned it all it was never luck
Millionaire with the semi-tuck
Now you wanna pull a Hemi up
Just so you can come and drink the Henny up
Fake shit, it was never love
And really fuck it if it really was

[Chorus: Belly]
I pull up in four-door Bugattis
Four-wheel Ducatis
Got at least two hoes beside me (ten)
Threesomes like a hobby
Addies made me zero in
Two point nine, these five tsunamis
Seven boppers in the lobby
We the new Illuminati
All my bitches keep six
In case twelve tryna find me
Do the math, do the math
45’s like the army

[Post Chorus]
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I just counted five million dollar cash
All 5s, 10s, and 20s
Got to know that that’s the dope money
Got to know I got the code, homie
Drink, bring a chopper hit him up, aye
Plank, play dead sit him up, aye
Bricks on bricks, yeah we Billy Love (Billy Love)
Bitches act thirsty so we fill em’ up
Ion like the rap game (ion love the rap game)
Ain’t none these niggas real as us (ain’t none these niggas, none these niggas)
Going back to the trap game (going back to the trap)
Selling bricks out the Bentley truck (cocaine Bentley truck)
Then I’ma hit em’ up
I used to be a stick em’ up
Black hoodie with the ski mask
When you see me nigga get em’ up (you know what it is)
I’m a dope boy cause I sold dope, boy
You ain’t no plug cause you owe one boy
You ain’t cool with no Mexican, you don’t know one boy
If you say you got M’s then show one boy
Just bought the Patek the one with no ice
Just knocked that bitch, the one with no lights
And I used to get government assistance, food stamps no lights

[Outro: Belly]
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)

[Intro]
I do this everyday baby, I know you see the money when you look at me (cash)
What do you say?
I do this everyday baby, I know you see the money when you look at me (when you look at me)
What do you say?
I do this everyday baby, I can tell by your face that you came to play, baby
Yeah-ah

[Chorus 1]
Baby, let me tell you, you so fine, you so sexy, yeah
Baby, let me tell you, you a dime, baby let’s be friends
I can spend this money on a diamond if you let me, yeah
I be getting money all the time, come and check me, yeah

[Bridge]
Baby, let me tell you, you a dime
Baby, let me tell you, you so fine
I’ll never let a nigga waste your time
I can spend this money on a [?]

[Chorus 2]
Baby, let me tell you, you so fine, you so sexy, yeah
Baby, let me tell you, you a dime, baby let’s be friends
Baby won’t you hop up in my ride (skrrt, skrrt)
I’m about to pull up, be outside (skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse]
What do you say? I do this everyday, baby (yeah, baby)
I love to see your pretty face, baby
I love it how you move the waist, baby, ayy
And I love the way you taste, baby
Baby if you were to pick a car [?] (skrrt, skrrt)
And I love your face, your eyes, your style
Baby, if you were to vacay pick an island
I’m ballin’ out, this a payday
[?], said she’d like an R8
I got ‘Big Zoovie’ on my carplates
Said you’d walk, baby this a [?] day
And I hate niggas ’cause they all lame
So fuck what you say now, I do this shit everyday
They say I shoot like [?], get the fuck out my way
I got a Glock and AK now, my niggas don’t play around
We follow, you stay now, then shoot up the playground
So what do you say? I do this everyday, baby
Don’t run on the opps, they’ll pull up to your place baby
30-clip on the Glock, you know I keep me safe baby
I keep gettin’ this guap and throw it in the safe baby
Yeah-ah

[Outro]
What do you say? Yeah
What do you say? What do you say?
What do you say? I do this everyday baby
What do you say? I love your pretty face baby
What do you say? I love the way you shake baby
What do you say? I love the way you taste baby

[Hook]
30 get the [?], lay down on Protools
My species snow shoes, vegetarian tofu
Bring your friend, I love you
[??] I love you more
Cheese on my fingers, but I ain’t talking doritos
Put it bitch on the plain
Sosa get cash, ain’t been the same
I spit too greens
[?] get caught up in the rain
These boys followin lanes
[???]
[??] on a, (Gang Gang)
Everybody know, (Gang Gang)

[Verse 1]
[??], (Gang)
Who the Hummer for? (Gang Gang)
Who they need to free? (Gang)
Who put niggas to sleep? (Gang Gang)
Who need to be on a leash? (Gang)
Who getting top out free? (Gang Gang)
Who [??] losing? (Gang)
Who slide with me, cruisin? (Gang Gang)
Who can stand the heat? (Gang)
Man you definitely not (Gang Gang)
Who [?] the bag in? (Gang)
[???] (Gang Gang)
You sneak diss [??] (Gang)
Who say whats that about? (Gang Gang)
Who my original? (Gang)
AK run it up (Gang Gang)
Tadoe and [?] (Gang)
I’m up in the morgue (Gang Gang)
[?] hate when I’m callin (Gang)
People is [?] (Gang Gang)
[?] jewelry like a fossil (Gang)
Who you can dive for? (Gang Gang)
We should have knocked off you now (Gang)
I feel like Pablo (Gang Gang)

[Hook]
30 get the [?], lay down on Protools
My species snow shoes, vegetarian tofu
Bring your friend, I love you
[??] I love you more
Cheese on my fingers, but I ain’t talking doritos
Put it bitch on the plain
Sosa get cash, ain’t been the same
I spit too greens
[?] get caught up in the rain
These boys followin lanes
[???]
[??] on a, (Gang Gang)
Everybody know, (Gang Gang)

[Verse 2]
[??] who it is? (Gang)
Aight you comin? (Gang)
You like where you at? (Gang)
I’m like I got in London (Gang)
You like fucking women? (Gang)
[???] (Gang)
I’m losing reception (Gang)
Plus the V12 on it (Gang)
Before i could walk or spell (Gang)
Wondering what I was gon be when I was little (Gang)
That I’d grow up to be (Gang)
I used to buy [?] (Gang)
Then i [??] (Gang)
[?] from here to [?] (Gang)
Who they said I didn’t [?] (Gang)
Long little niggas [???]

[Hook]
30 get the [?], lay down on Protools
My species snow shoes, vegetarian tofu
Bring your friend, I love you
[??] I love you more
Cheese on my fingers, but I ain’t talking doritos
Put it bitch on the plain
Sosa get cash, ain’t been the same
I spit too greens
[?] get caught up in the rain
These boys followin lanes
[???]
[??] on a, (Gang Gang)
Everybody know, (Gang Gang)

Let’s get it, kachoow

(feat. Pusha T)

[Intro]
Rio
Rio
Hahaha

[Chorus: Valee]
Margielas like these came with no shoe strings in ’em (yeah)
My car don’t like keys, that bitch push to start, isn’t it? (yeah)
I bought some Balmains and I put some Gs in it (yeah)
Went to the ball game and I got floor seats, didn’t I? (yeah)
I took 20 thou’ and went to Miami (yeah)
Went to Club LIV and it came in handy (yeah)
100 dollar bill, you dig what I’m stammin’? (yeah)
I got the AK outside so don’t panic (yeah)

[Verse 1: Valee]
I had took a zip in the airport, I needed it (fuck it)
Bought a caesar salad and I put the weed in it (yeah)
Tequila and lime taste like it’s seaweed in it (yeah)
Poured a eight of slime, I’m finna put some tea with it (yeah)
Since I’m in the foreign, I keep 93 in it (yeah)
Bitch, your head boring, so you get a D in it (yeah)
I hopped on the Boeing, it was three more seats in it (yeah)
Gucci flip-flops on, I just slid my feet in ’em (yeah)

[Chorus: Valee]
Margielas like these came with no shoe strings in ’em (yeah)
My car don’t like keys, that bitch push to start, isn’t it? (yeah)
I bought some Balmains and I put some Gs in it (yeah)
Went to the ball game and I got floor seats, didn’t I? (yeah)
I took 20 thou’ and went to Miami (yeah)
Went to Club LIV and it came in handy (yeah)
100 dollar bill, you dig what I’m stammin’? (yeah)
I got the AK outside so don’t panic (yeah)

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Look, I just called Ferrari, told them build me one (skrt)
Six months for the wait, even with the ceiling gone (too true)
I’m still selling weight, Hoodrich Pablo Juan (Push)
Narcos still lives, even with Pablo gone (yuugh)
His and hers Chanel Pharrells, ain’t no other parallel
40K to ride this wave, on it like a carousel
Cartier, Cartier, Collins Ave, Ocean Drive (Push)
Ball hog but ball harder, that’ll make her open wide (ooh)

[Chorus: Valee]
Margielas like these came with no shoe strings in ’em (yeah)
My car don’t like keys, that bitch push to start, isn’t it? (yeah)
I bought some Balmains and I put some Gs in it (yeah)
Went to the ball game and I got floor seats, didn’t I? (yeah)
I took 20 thou’ and went to Miami (yeah)
Went to Club LIV and it came in handy (yeah)
100 dollar bill, you dig what I’m stammin’? (yeah)
I got the AK outside so don’t panic (yeah)

[Outro: Valee]
Rio
Margielas like these came with no shoe strings in ’em (yeah)
My car don’t like keys, that bitch push to start, isn’t it? (yeah)
I bought some Balmains and I put some Gs in it (yeah)
Went to the ball game and I got floor seats, didn’t I? (yeah)
I took 20 thou’ and went to Miami (yeah)
Went to Club LIV and it came in handy (yeah)
100 dollar bill, you dig what I’m stammin’? (yeah)
I got the AK outside so don’t panic (yeah)

(feat. TF & Traffic)

[Intro: Schoolboy Q]
Uh, we might die for this shit, nigga
Uh, might go down for this shit, nigga

[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]
Gang, gang bangin’ that Crip shit
Niggas said cuz in the first grade
In the shade where the cops can’t see us
Eighteen, tryna dodge the cage
It was cool ’til that gang sweep
Now I’m in back of a van and my wrists got a band
Got a number for a name
No name on the visit, no call get accepted
Now I’m forced to a man, murder raps, where you from?
Put the nigga on his pockets, watch the COs, they be watchin’
Counting noodles for the hustle
County spread for the muscle
Couple marks on my knuckles
Puttin’ niggas on bunk status
Shoulda been with the bitch ass
Now he on a mattress that we bench press
PC, get the Fruit Loops
Keep tellin’ on niggas, why I fuck with that nigga?
Nigga made bail but I’m still at rage
Should I thank God for the hell I raised?
Cause the nigga that snitch is gonna feel that grave
Like, ain’t nothin’ to a locc, huh?
Went missin’ to his folks, I ain’t in, I ain’t know, huh?
They ain’t show up to the court, huh?
But then charges gotta go, huh?
A young nigga back on Fig, H-crown on wig
Shoe strings say where I’m from
On probation and got my gun
Other side goin’ for that thumb
Motherfucker, I’m gangbanging

[Verse 2: Traffic]
Nigga I’m blue’d up, blue Chucks
Blue tee, nigga I keep it G
Nigga, in the streets is where I be
I’m up like breakfast while niggas sleep
Me and Floyd posted on Fig
Getting it in and movin’ it out
Getting it in and movin’ it out
I’m holdin’ the heat, he’s watchin’ the block
I’m watchin’ for cops, I’m holdin’ these rocks
Fiends keep comin’, this shit don’t stop
When it’s war time, niggas get popped
We might die for this shit off tops
My nigga gonna ride for this Crip, no lie
But I ain’t dead, yeah, nigga, thank God
Money got niggas lookin’ at me all odd
Punk ass niggas better go get a job
Run up on me wrong, bitch, nigga get popped
I’m gon’ ride for this shit, on Crip
A nigga gon’ die for this shit they trip
4/5th extendo, with fifty in the clip
TF by my side, he stupid with this shit
Q in the ride grippin’ on the fifth
Run up on me wrong
My nigga, my nigga, I’m gang banging

[Verse 3: TF]
Uh, might go down for this check, nigga
Uh, I might die for this set, nigga
I ain’t trippin nigga, I ain’t slippin’
Niggas lyin’ sayin’ I ain’t Crippin’
Back to back, me and Tiny smack
I said back to back, straight cups of ‘gnac
Niggas ask, what he signed for?
I got an eight ball, I got a Rondo
I got an AK when that bitch spray
It’s like pullin’ strings on a lawnmower
Last time I seen jail, nigga
I was cell livin’, getting mail in it
I ain’t even talkin’ mail, nigga
Pay-pals for the cell, nigga
Hit the streets and cause hell, huh?
School of hard knocks, fuck Yale, huh?
See me and Traffic like a orca, nigga
And the black and whites love whale watch
Front line like mailboxes
5-12, that’s the numbers on it
May first, May deuce, May twelfth, members only
.45, no numbers on it
Scratched down, I’m strapped down
Might go down for this shit
If I don’t then I’m racked down
Rank up there with Shaq crown
I got a Benji button like Brad Pitt
I press that, I’m gettin’ rich
I might go down for this shit

[Hook: Schoolboy Q]
We might die for this shit nigga
Might go down for this shit nigga
Gang, gang bangin’ that Crip shit
We might die for this shit nigga
Might go down for this shit nigga
Gang, gang bangin’ that Crip shit
We might die for this shit nigga
Might go down for this shit nigga
Gang, gang bangin’ that Crip shit
We might die for this shit nigga

[Chorus]
I’m in my black Benz
Doin’ cocaine with my black friends
Uh, we’ll be high as hell before the night ends, yeah
Oh, we’ll be high before the night ends
Before the night ends
Switchin’ to the white Benz
Doin’ codeine with my white friends
Uh, we’ll be high as hell before the night ends (yeah)
Before the night ends (woah)
Before the night begins

[Verse 1]
Lord have mercy
I know that these percys finna hurt me
Ayy, sometimes I feel like they doin’ surgery
Tell me, are they workin’, (are they workin’) are they workin’
Tell me, are they workin’
I party too damn much
Ayy, and you niggas can’t keep up
I’m getting too fucked up, too fucked up, yeah
I’m too fucked up, won’t look up til’ the sun come up
Pills with the Hennessy I might throw up
I might throw up, I’ll be okay

[Chorus]
I’m in my black Benz
Doin’ cocaine with my black friends
Uh, we’ll be high as hell before the night ends, yeah
Oh, we’ll be high before the night ends
Before the night ends
Switchin’ to the white Benz
Doin’ codeine with my white friends
Uh, we’ll be high as hell before the night ends (yeah)
Before the night ends (woah)
Before the night begins

[Verse 2]
Every day’s a party, don’t let no one tell you different
No lames allowed, you should really keep your distance
Smokin’ on loud, and that codeine I sip
Pullin’ up that purple shit until they see my piss
R.I.P Prince, we got purple rain on deck
She loves Bobby Brown so he keep the Cane on deck
There be haters ’round, keep an AK on deck
Man down, man down [? on board]
Party animals, I’m a lion in the zoo
Party animals, I’m a lion in the zoo
Party animals, I’m a party animal

[Chorus]
I’m in my black Benz
Doin’ cocaine with my black friends
Uh, we’ll be high as hell before the night ends, yeah
Oh, we’ll be high before the night ends
Before the night ends
Switchin’ to the white Benz
Doin’ codeine with my white friends
Uh, we’ll be high as hell before the night ends (yeah)
Before the night ends (woah)
Before the night begins

[Outro]
Before the night begins
Before the night begins

[Chorus] x2
Dancing, yeah
With my AK [x3]
Dancing, yeah yeah with my AK
That’s my baby, she go crazy

[Verse 1]
You don’t want me squeezin’ them hammers
My AK I feed it bananas
That’s on baby I bet shit gone change
Once I wet yo ass up just like pee in a pamper
While you sleepin’ I’m up like a Red Bull
Out the cut shootin’ shit like I’m Deadpool
When this heater blaze
Your boy Jesus couldn’t save you
If he graduated from med school
I like to dance with machine guns
This bitch got kick like it’s wing chun
You gon’ see Tony turn into Iron Man
Grab that pole then I slide like a fireman
I hope you fuck niggas bulletproof
I hope you niggas could duck fans
Hundred rounds when I pull out that AK
Then I let that bitch ride like a bus pass
They claim they beasts from the jungle
But when I come through they humble
No escaping it, who you gon’ run to
Clip hang so low I call it Rapunzel
No punchlines boy I don’t play no games
Put your ass in a box and they ready to rumble
Ain’t no blockin’ these shots
If your name was Mutombo
As soon as I cook he gon’ crumble
Take a nigga straight to hell’s kitchen
Shootin’ lethal weapons like I’m Mel Gibson
With a mask on like I’m Casey Jones
Like the Ninja Turtles bunch of shells flippin’
I hope you get buck like you ridin’ a horse
When I’m shootin’ this bitch
I’m like Mike on the court
More like Mike in the fourth
I’ma fire this torch
When I slide to his crib
Like there’s ice on the porch

[Chorus] x2

[Verse 2]
Get popped like a wheelie, like he out in Philly
Get left, I’ma creep like I’m T-Boz and Chili
I’m ten steps ahead of y’all and when I let it off
I turn a opp into Cleo off Set It Off (easy)
Play around, lollygag
Big sticks, hockey mask
Choppin’ shit, karate class
Slide ’em in, body bags
I got more guns than a pawn shop
My AK go off like [!]
My bullets cut nonstop
So tell your kids I’m no joke
With the stick I will Bomb Pop
I’m Ray Allen, Steph Curry I’m crazy with this
I told God I told y’all not to play with this
[!] know the reason I’m squeezin’
If he’s understanding then he’ll be okay with it
Haters just might get bagged like potato chips
I’m too smart I bet I get away with this
I aim at the neck and then squeeze
I ain’t talkin’ perfume I will spray this bitch
If you see me first bitch you better blow
You do not want smoke I ain’t sellin’ dro
I’m so cold with this K put a hole in your face
When I spray turn a opp to a eskimo
I do not give a fuck about five-o
When I roll up and blow that ain’t hydro
AK blow more than wind in the wintertime
It got more kick than Foot Locker and Finish Line
Put a tag on your toe so they know the price
They get bust when I deliver overnight
Put bodies on the chopper no motorbike
I shot the crap out them bitches like rollin’ dice

[Intro]
(Yeah)
Wake up in the mornin’ know I gotta do this shit
Ay let’s do it
(Cannon)
Yeah, hey, heyo, hey, hey yeah

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Four, five, six, seven bitches keep callin’ my line
Ya cap like Mitchell and Ness lil’ nigga stop lyin’
Check, they was talkin’ ’bout lil’ ma live my life
Chop that chicken and shrimp cut in my rice
Spanish bitch come and pipe me I can make my wife (My wife)
She want new Versace, put Medusa on her eyes
Me and Cash Carti got them sisters ’bouta put ’em on a flight (Put ’em on a flight)
Diamonds in my Cartier lens
You can see ’em at night (See ’em at night)
Call Balmain, ask ’em why my jeans so tight (jeans so tight)
Trippin’ off lanes, I don’t think you really wanna ride
Guns don’t want mine on you, you not my kind
5,6,7, so many watches ain’t wastin’ my time

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
My bitch fine
You in line
My big bank
These niggas been mine
But my diamonds keep bitin’
These hoes be bitin’
These niggas be bitin’
Wish on a bone yeah (fillet)
Got a bitch on the line right now
Say she got Molly, yeah
Sorry, I don’t do sour
A-W-G-E you know me
Cold outside I need another sleeve
Yeah, ballin’ on yo’ hoe like Kobe
Dunkin’ on yo’ hoe like no D
Bald head like Ginóbili
Piru, watch my nose bleed
That boy dead
Arm and leg
AK
Turnin’ your head, take yo bag

[Outro]
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying

[Intro: x2]
Acid Rap!
I don’t even talk to them on the phone again
Leave in the AM, on the road again
So bitch, let’s fuck so I can smoke again
I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
Who smokin in my car?
It’s that nigga Chano
AKA Mr. Bennett
AK Tony Montano
I’ve got some folks in low end
I got some folks in c-note
AK hundred dinero
You ever seen Casino?
I just got back with ‘Bino
I got a bitch but she know
Her friends done did the Dino
That’s that Chicago lingo
Flamin’ hots with Cheese
And a kiwi Mistic
My dick won’t even call her
Cause she left all that lipstick
Niggas be on dirt
That’s why I stay on petty
I know that bangers jam
That’s why my hands stay ready
Flip the candy yum
That’s the fucking bombest
Lean all on the square
That’s a fuckin’ rhombus

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Chance the Rapper]
Who’s sneaking in the club?
That’s that youngster rapper
Un-saran wrap the purple
Wrap that blunt under after
Smoke all out the window
Cops could eat a dick
If you ain’t the hitter
You just might be the lick
Flame on, flame on
I’m your bitch’s ringtone
She like when I rap raps
But better when I sing songs
No Drake, but I get my Trey on
Killin’ in the hood like Trayvon
Shoppin’ like I got a coupon
Savin’ like I got a cape on
Cookin’ crack in my apron
Dressed like a nigga had 8 proms
Tell shorty I may change
And I made it and I napalm
Trippy shit to watch
Drugs while on the clock
Acid on the face
That’s a work of art

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Soulo ho ho twerk somethin’
Throw it back like you tryna hurt somethin’
I’m so deaf, I ain’t ever heard nothin’
My name herb, take herb, smoke herb (say word?)
How ’bout you? No dap, but I’ll take a pound or two
No doubt like Gwen Stefani’s group
Let me put my mouth where you potty, boo
(IGH!)
Them niggas pissed, need potty training
They movement shit, that’s a potty train
She ain’t left yet, but she probably came
We kicked it then I score, soccer game
She was a phony goalie
I got great aim though, don’t insult me
I’ll give it to ya straight, this is what she told me
My name Solo cause I’m the one and only
She only got you as a nigga on the side
That’s a nigga on the side of a side bitch, homie
Then we got out a Dodge, like them Dukes of Hazzard
Music and tabs of Lucy, take your chance with this rapper

[Hook]

[Intro: Matt OX]
Pew
Get money, yeah yeah
Get money, yeah, get money
Get money, yeah, yeah
Get money, yeah yeah (get money)
Get money, yeah yeah
Yeah
Get money, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Matt OX]
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Why you gotta sleep on my crew?
You know that my VVS’ blue
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
My gang gonna eat real soon (yeah, yeah, yeah)
All you little haters is doomed

[Post-Chorus: Matt OX & XXXTENTACION]
Ooh, wait, wait, ooh
Ooh, wait, ooh, ooh (woah, woah)
Get money, yah, yah
Get money, yah, yah (oh my)
Get money, yah, yah (oh my)
Get money, yah, yah

[Verse: XXXTENTACION]
Like wait, wait, uh, ska-ate, uh
Spin on my dick like a Beyblade, uh
My dick’ll hit her like AK, uh
These boys is beggers they bacers, uh
Tie up your lace, boy you trippin’, like, ayy?
Run up, get done up, say this every day
Uh, these niggas jealous and uh
Boy you is bitter like medicine, uh
Are you okay, bitch? Uh
Slay the pussy like I’m Jason, uh
Huh, fuck out my face, bitch, uh
1-0 like the Matrix, uh
Nigga try me, I tell ice to go get ya
Fuck around, I keep a blade like the Witcher
I want your auntie, your grandma, your sister
I eat the pussy for breakfast and dinner

[Chorus: Matt OX]
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Why you gotta sleep on my crew?
You know that my VVS’ blue
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
My gang gonna eat real soon (yeah, yeah, yeah)
All you little haters is doomed

[Post-Chorus: Matt OX]
Ooh, wait, wait, ooh
Ooh, wait, ooh, ooh (woah, woah)
Get money, yah, yah (yeah)
Get money, yah, yah (yah, yah)
Get money, yah, yah (yah, yah)
Get money, yah, yah

[Intro: Smokepurpp & Kodak Black]
I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murda and shit
Aye, aye, yeah
Murda bless yo’ trap
Murda bless yo’ trap
Bitch, aye, oo

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
Diamond on my neck like river (oo)
I just fucked a bitch on Twitter (yeah)
Put the K to his mouth like a motherfuckin’ dinner
Call lil’ bitch get head like a pillow (yuh)
Huh, woo, woo
Tats on my body, and my face too (yeah)
Damn, lil’ bih’ got attitude (damn)
If her ass fat, I’mma smack too (woo)
Rollie on my wrist, it’s a bust down (splash)
Hit your bitch from the back, she get bust down (yuh)
Bitch, I’m a dog, I’m a mad hound (what?)
Might as well put me in the dog pound (yeah)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp & Lil Yachty]
Don’t hit my phone (huh?)
That shit on do not disturb (yeah)
AK make a fuckboy jerk (Lil Purpp)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (huh)
That shit on do not disturb (brr)
Lil Purpp be off of the perc
Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt (Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Sippin’ on purple with Purpp (Purpp)
Bentley coupe, this not no Chrysler (skrt skrt)
Fuck on that bitch, and you wifed her
Fuck I look like doing cyphers
I’m getting richer now (uh)
Finna start saying no to pictures now (uh)
These bitches tripping (tripping)
After I fuck, bitch I’m dippin’ (I’m dippin’)
Big Benz on track, that shit Crippin’ (skrrt)
Yeah that shit blue
Used to sip Hi-Tech like I had the flu
Told that lil’ baby, come suck on the crew
Ain’t no-one new ’round Lil Boat but you (woo)
All of my watches over 60 (yeah)
Audemars Piguet, make it do a 360 (damn)
They hop out the coupe, and your hood and get risky (skrrt skrrt)
In the spot with a strap ’cause security didn’t frisk me (boom boom boom)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp & Lil Yachty]
Don’t hit my phone (Lil Boat)
That shit on do not disturb (fuck wit’ me, fuck wit’ me)
AK make a fuckboy jerk (yeah)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (huh) (gang)
That shit on do not disturb (Lil Boat)
Lil Purpp be off of the perc (Lil Boat)
Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt (skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt)

[Verse 3: Offset]
(Woo, woo, woo, Offset!)
Smokin’ on runts, no nerds (hey)
Hang a fuckboy like a hall of fame jersey (jersey)
All it’s gon’ take is one word (one)
Run in yo’ house while you there, that’s a burglary (ayy)
For the nights and we fuckin’ them thots (for the nights)
For the Patek, I Rollie the watch (for the Patek)
Off an addy, go cop a robot (off an addy)
My bitch she plastic, she bust down a yacht (woo)
I keep the du-du-du strapped at my crotch (du-du-du)
I got them woo-woo-woos on the third aisle (woo-woo-woo)
Goyard got racks in the kangaroo pouch (racks)
Sippin’ the mud, live on the cloud (woo)
Chopper got nuts, 100 round yard (Yao Ming)
Bitch boy, put on a blouse (ayy)
I put a bullet right into yo’ bowels (bow-bow)
My crew turnin’ heads like a owl (bitch)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Don’t hit my phone (yeah, huh?)
That shit on do not disturb (aye)
AK make a fuckboy jerk (yeah)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (hello)
That shit on do not disturb (brr brr)
Lil Purpp be off of the perc
Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt

[Intro]
Ok (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Pull up to the crib
You got to come thru the gate (yeah)
Ion gotta pool
I take a swim in the lake (yeah)
Only 21
But they compare me to greats (yeah)
AK just like TayK
But I’m not in the race (yeah)
Hate it when you say it
When I’m not in your face (yes)
You just see my style
And you copy and paste
I can be a filter
And punch you in your face (yeah)
Or
I can be a realtor
And put you in your place (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
We got drinks (yeah)
We got ice (ice)
Spend the night (night)
For a night (a night)
Fuck with Rice (yeah)
Just might change your life (yeah)
I’mma kill it (geek)
Fortnite (yeah)
Fortnite (Fort)
Fortnite (oh)
I’ma kill it (uh)
Fortnite (yeah)
And she with it (yeah, yeah)
For a night (Fortnite)
I’ma kill it (I’m kill it)
Fortnite (die, die, die!)

[Verse 2]
She wanna ride with Rice (Rice)
She wanna private flight (back)
She wanna slurp the juice (woah)
She wanna stay for a night (yeah)
Clout G-A-N-G (yeet)
Make sure you spell that shit right (yeet)
I break down the trees (woah)
Tilted towers how I lean
Ooooooh
Ooooooh
I’m goin’ so far (so far)
Been in every city
Like a postcard (yeah)
Drive that fucking Bentley
Like a Go Kart (cool)
Cuban link around my neck
Look like a GOLD SCAR (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
We got drinks (yeah)
We got ice (ice)
Spend the night (night)
For a night (a night)
Fuck with Rice (yeah)
Just might change your life (yeah)
I’mma kill it (geek)
Fortnite (yeah)
Fortnite (Fort)
Fortnite (oh)
I’ma kill it (uh)
Fortnite (yeah)
And she with it (yeah, yeah)
For a night (Fortnite)
I’ma kill it (I’m kill it)
Fortnite (die, die, die!)

[Intro: Future]
Tarantino with me
Lights!
YFBG, nigga
Every time we step out

[Chorus: Future]
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
When I step out, light show
My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
Cartiers up to my elbows
Crushed ice, nigga, night glow
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, neck glow
When I pop out, UFO
Ill rain, melee
Shoot ’em with the Draco, a AK
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, light glow
Lick, froze, whoa, whoa
Wrist real cocoa
Pinky ring, white show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show

[Verse 1: Guap Tarantino]
My wrist mean, light show
I’m goin’ green, Geico
A murder scene, might go
Pretty thing, thot hoe
I got big rocks
I’m goin’ big clocks
I fucked up big top
She gave me big top
[?]
Taliban sold that rock
Gucci tag down to my sock
[?] J’s on top
Look like 10 big rocks
I might go fuck on my side hoe
Diamonds on my neck, that light show
Shinin’ in the dark, that night glow
[?]
Let her off the leash, she like to fight hoes
Ain’t no IDs at the night shows
[?]
Fuckin’ on the team with the [?]
[?], right toe
[?]
Real diamonds on me no light zone

[Chorus: Future]
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
When I step out, light show
My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
Cartiers up to my elbows
Crushed ice, nigga, night glow
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, neck glow
When I pop out, UFO
Ill rain, melee
Shoot ’em with the Draco, a AK
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, light glow
Lick, froze, whoa, whoa
Wrist real cocoa
Pinky ring, white show

[Verse 2: Future]
Iced out lookin’ like a lamp, yeah
Ice on my wrist catch cramps, yeah
100 [?] on my neck
100 hitters in my clique
Young nigga pull up wit’ a stick
[?] camera roll, gotta [?]
Got a blizzard sittin’ on my wrist
I’m the wizard, everything lit
I wet the galaxy (yeah!)
That’s a fatality (yeah!)
Ice in my [drink?] (yeah!)
Boostin’ my stamina (yeah!)
Ice my ring (yeah!)
Ice my hoes (yeah!)
Wit’ kilos, (yeah!)
I wipe your nose (yeah!)
1000 karats (yeah!)
Had a bitch starin’ (yeah!)
I just be glarin’ (yeah!)
Are you comparin’? (yeah!)
Oh, this ain’t McLaren (yeah!)
My hoe and my [?] (yeah!)
I play wit’ them falcons (yeah!)
Like I play for the Falcons (yeah!)

[Chorus: Future]
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
When I step out, light show
My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
Cartiers up to my elbows
Crushed ice, nigga, night glow
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, neck glow
When I pop out, UFO
Ill rain, melee
Shoot ’em with the Draco, a AK
Light show
Light show
Light show
Light show
When I step out, light show
My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
Cartiers up to my elbows
Crushed ice, nigga, night glow