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Don’t stop y’all
Ye aha
Yo ha yo
Epmd what
Hit squad what yea

[verse 1]
Ayo I’m late eighties hip hop baby
The first new born to ever rock a mercedes
Rap by living
The grand wizard
Rime that squeeze it
I’m in the house come visit
Yo, i come with a sound that’s ultra
That makes niggas warm
When i flow like vultures
E-dub i’m the hiphop sculpture
Cats watch me like chicks watch Ophra
Broadcasting live from newyork off the chain
A dog that broke loose and [?]
The mic be the simbol
I run like a fugitive
Richy Kimball[?] when it’s time to get into
(your what) your system
And become tight like god and christians
Y’all so listen
I’m the owner of my style
Tight like speedolls[?]
With more fans the beatles

[Chorus]
Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone
When a brother like E is on the microphone
I keep the crowd [?] till they break your dome
I rock on and on and don’t stop

[verse 2]
To the end of time like pac
Red[?] and yo we running the spot
Don’t look shocked epmd back on the block
E and mic doc
The squad that coming straight from the [?]
Two or what epmd start cutting it up
Legends in the game keeping rugged and rough
From day one to [?] on the stage [?] in one
The mcs will smith jeff on the twos ones
And the album trippin business and billboards number one
In god we trust
Chrome [?] trucks
Nigga that bust
Straight up bring a shit nuts
You ain’t tough
Staying your lane
Nigga what
My pops [?] from [?] green
Don’t have to try hustle in my bloods and jeans
Big pimpin break the cat
Straight getting that green
[?] who sleep with the mask
Hit the po, grab that mic, bust that ass

[Chorus]
Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone
When a brother like P is on the microphone
I keep the crowd [?] till they break your dome
I rock on and on and don’t stop

[verse 3]
Third verse i advise b-boy to lock on
To 12-12-12-def.com
EP X man style like storm
Blow cats away whenever we perform
Hiphop it’s war, rap’s vietnam
Flows and techniques be like napalm
So why drop bombs
You epm bound to stop ya
Don’t act to erick shot ya

Another lonely niggas
Counting dough and shit in the game
With this small change
Ride [?] dick on this nigga name
Stop that
So strictly biz, we drop da hot track
Jewels house and cars, come on
Already cop that
Rap, real to me real to E
I can [?] a OG b-boy MC
[?]
Spit on the mics my word
Who wanna f**k around and get hurt

[Chorus]
Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone
When a brother like P is on the microphone
I keep the crowd [?] till they break your dome
I rock on and on and don’t stop

Hook – Nysb Lyrics

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[Intro]
Not your shorty, bitch
Not your shorty
Not your, shorty, bitch!
Gang, huh, gang, huh

[Hook]
Not your shorty (huh)
Not your shorty, bitch
Not your shorty (not your shorty)
Not your (huh, huh)
Not your shorty, bitch
Not your shorty (bitch, gang)
Not your shorty, bitch
(Not your, huh)

[Verse]
Not your shorty bitch, you f**kin with a corny bitch
Can’t ignore me, I be noisy, noisy bitch
New pink OG, f**k up in my business
I can’t f**k with him because these niggas trippin
I ain’t seen your ass in a long time
I ain’t been with your ass in a long time
Know I ask I a lot, but is you all mine?
We can be together for a long time
Cause you trip, cause you trip
I’m with the crips, they got them sticks
You was my baby, get you a bib
Who is you f**kin? When you (?)

[Hook]
Not your shorty (not your shorty)
Not your shorty (not your, huh)
Not your shor… ty
Not your shorty (not your, bitch)
Not your shorty (not your shorty)
Not your shorty (not your shorty)
Not your shor… ty
(Ayy, gang)

[Verse 2]
Don’t be asking bout me from your friends
Don’t talk bad about me with your friends
Already f**ked, no, we cannot be friends
You moved on, I’m like damn!
Damn, I should just get bands
But you in my mind, I don’t understand
Give me one more time, give me one more chance
Thought you was my baby, but you not my mans

[Outro]
Not my shorty
You not my shorty, bitch
Not my shor… ty
Not my shorty, bitch
Not my shor… ty (shorty)
Not my shor… ty, bitch
(Not my, not my shorty, bitch)

[Intro]
Mmmm, ah
Mmm, yea, yea
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, cousins raised me
Block boy shootin’ gravy
Mama
Yea, yea

[Hook]
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me

[Verse 1]
Had the block going crazy
Servin’ [?] babies
Tell the crackheads come and hurry
The devil trynna call me
My uncle keep trynna warn me
Wake up, pray in the morning
They don’t even know the half
Tell them little bit bout my story
It was me, bro in the trap
9mm, f**k a bat
Every single jug we went half
No marijuana, straight crack
We was workin’ all off a clock
So now my hand got a clock
We got a different walk when we walk
We got a different talk when we talk
And I don’t like to even speak
And I don’t like to even preach
But I learned hella lot from OG
And my daddy used to run the street
And I got straight out the mud
But I don’t like to play in the mud
So my lil bro get the drum
You know what’s up
You got all rights to go kill
But never do it in the house
I’m that lil nigga on the couch
And there’s [?]
And trappin’ straight out the couch, man
[Slurp?] all of my coke
And Canada Goose got me cold
But Canada Goose got me warm
And, never switch on my own
Sometimes in the trap all alone
And I always with bro
We murder shit and he know
If you scared go to Rome, nigga
And I’m dragon to the bone, nigga

[Hook]
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me

[Verse 2]
Forever sit through [wasco?]
We move shit like Narcos
They look for me, Marco
Free my nigga [Anito?]
I don’t f**k with Marshalls
Push his head back, Arnold
Where you were like Fargo
This glizzy got him startled
I remember on the block, I lost my marbles
I remember on the block, I was shootin’ the[ir?] marbles
My car don’t work if it ain’t got a stash spot
My heart don’t work cause it ain’t got a soft spot
These bullets make him run and do a hurdle
I swear I need that bread like chicken burgers
I saw, I smoke my beef, they need to catch up
Wassi make the police call for backup
Bullets make em back up
And these niggas ain’t cancer
Make the hood look handsome
I got manners, Jordan Manners
Shooters caught on camera
Make a snake, he anacondas

[Hook]
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me

[Intro]
Flex Rich Lo in this bitch nigga man yall better go get yall mo’f**king money up this shit ain’t nothing nigga
Nigga really do this shit nigga this shit deeper than music

[Verse]
My f**king head hurting I been thinking about a lot of shit
Put a lotta niggas on I laughed this the thanks I get
Pants tight as hell I’m just praying that the franklins fit
Took my nigga West I was hurting I was lost as shit
Took my nigga Coke I cryin’ on some [?]
I feel so lonely I don’t know why
Got a massage, f**ked a bitch, served a fan out in Novi
Oh that yo’ bitch lil nigga shit that’s where you lost at
Cause she love when I f**k her when I hit she talk back
$900 for the shoes they ain’t even all that
They say “Lo can you please sign?” well while waiting on a deal I’m chilling breakin hoes in the meantime
And if a nigga touch me while I got a gun imma squeeze mine
He be looking like Swiss cheese now
The hood fake they be mad when I breeze by
Just nod my head, skirt off and throw the peace sign
My daddy OG still servin’ halfs in his Levi’s
But I had to get it on my own cause I need mine
My momma need me bad I don’t wanna see her mad
I’m just sad Feds f**ked up relationship with my dad
Time moving fast watching my niece grow up
I was hurt shit that night when that 8 got po’ed up
Had a seizure heart stopped can’t believe I woke up
But I couldn’t die that day I would’ve left them hopeless
I guess I’m chosen
When I wear my chain hoes see the ocean
Off too much medicine I need for smoking
Know whatever is in my wood just know that it’s potent
I popped a Perc she she popped a Perc it made her open

[Intro]
Yeah
Laced Blunts 3
Shout out to Taylor Gang
Weirdo
Back in the lab
My nigga Wiz
You know we smoking
Aye

[Verse 1]
Laced blunts three boy I’m still smoking
OG kush, straight from East Oakland
My eyes redder than a firetruck
You know we get high as f**k
I’m a pill head, let’s make it real clear
I’m on molly, I’ve been rolling for a whole year
Grams and half, I’m snorting quarter keys
You ain’t turned up, get the f**k from ’round me
Boy, my blunts, they are super long
No Reggie Miller, we be blowing super strong
Boy I’m high as f**k
No blunts, we dabbing it up

[Hook]
We dabbing, we smoking
We drinking, we popping
We dabbing, we smoking
We drinking, we popping (Dab life!)
We dabbing, we smoking
We drinking, we popping
We dabbing, we smoking
We drinking, we popping (Dab life!)

[Verse 2]
I be puffing every day
Rolling on the Mary J, I ain’t got much to say
Higher than a skyscraper
All type of flavor, I be using no raw papers
The weed I got is so strong
Dab life, looking like Cheech and Chong
Dab life, we be hitting dabs
Smoking kush, we be popping tabs
Have you ever had my brownie
It’ll have your face pounding
Mushroom clouds, boy I’m screwing
If you ain’t dabbing, what the f**k is you doing

[Hook]

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherf**kin’
Yeah
IMixNation for real
(Welcome to first class)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, they say I need to rap, it’s time to bring the trap back
‘Cause most these rappers cap like a f**kin’ snapback
I f**k that pussy once and then I ran a four flat
You cuffing on that bitch, the whole gang done tapped that, yeah
Quit sippin’ for a year, damn, f**k it, I relapsed
If trapping was a track, I done ran three laps
Rolling up Runtz like a f**kin’ Rugrat
I don’t do no fronts, nigga, where the cash at? Yeah
Sold him rabbit food, now he want his money back
Take the weed and leave the what? I’m like where they do that at? Yeah
Ballin’ like Mutumbo, I got more blocks than Shaq
I’m in the field like a Panther, get the load and run it back
I told that bitch I ain’t no violin, ain’t no strings attached
But I can’t lie, they hit a cool ten, but I can’t fall for that
Ayy, free Lil Ju, he in a dirty pen, we tryna get him back
I found a plug and now we all in, kick back and relax
OG in my hood menace society like I’m Wax
Told that bitch I’m livin’ good, but you can’t lay up, you can’t shack
Told my mama I ain’t got no job, but I still got them racks
And my lil’ brother look up to me, he say he trappin’ like he Zacc, yeah

[Chorus]
Trappin’ like I’m Zacc, trappin’ like I’m Zacc
Countin’ all these racks, yeah, I’m trappin’ like I’m Zacc
Trappin’ like I’m Zacc, trappin’ like I’m Zacc
Countin’ all these racks, yeah, I’m trappin’ like I’m Zacc, hold up
If I take a loss then I’ma get it back (Get it back)
Re’d up with the plug, then I doubled back (Doubled back)
I’m in Carolina with a Cali pack (Gas)
Bitch, I’m smokin’ on Biscotti, this a strong batch

[Verse 2]
‘Fore you come around a G, baby, where your phone at?
You can’t put me on the ‘Gram, I ain’t really on that
I see you ridin’ in that Benz, but tell me, do you own that?
Everything I cashed out, I don’t do the loans, jack
Yeah, I motivate the streets, they say they trappin’ like they Zacc
I keep my Glock like I’m Key, ’bout my paper you’ll get whacked
When I hear niggas say sixteen, I be thinkin’ ’bout that pack
Richest rapper in SC, that’s a motherf**kin’ fact
You can’t come up in my hood ’cause you a motherf**kin’ rat
I call your ass Stuart Little, ’bout that cheese, you’ll get trapped
I told my mama I ain’t got no job, but I still got them racks
And my lil’ brother look up to me, he say he trappin’ like he Zacc, yeah

[Chorus]
Trappin’ like I’m Zacc, trappin’ like I’m Zacc
Countin’ all these racks, yeah, I’m trappin’ like I’m Zacc
Trappin’ like I’m Zacc, trappin’ like I’m Zacc
Countin’ all these racks, yeah, I’m trappin’ like I’m Zacc, hold up
If I take a loss then I’ma get it back (Get it back)
Re’d up with the plug, then I doubled back (Doubled back)
I’m in Carolina with a Cali pack (Gas)
Bitch, I’m smokin’ on Biscotti, this a strong batch

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
100 thousand cash, I can show you what it feels like
Birkin bag, I can show you what it feels like
200 on the dash, I can show you what it feels like
That’s a real ass ’cause I know what it feels like
Weeks in Dubai, I can show you what it feels like
Thousand dollar meals, I can show you what it feels like
Trapping on the grind, I can show you what it feels like
Tell you that I’m on and that’s what it feels like

[Verse 1: Tish Hyman]
I’m from New York City so you know you better come, right
Tourin’ overseas, no sleep ’til sunrise
If that was your girl, then she wasn’t last night
Don’t be mad at me, nigga, that’s your life
Said she love my jewels, wanna know what it feel like
You got too many rules and she lookin’ for the free life
Drop top Rolls, she tryna catch a breeze like
She know I got the gold, she tryna catch a breeze like

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
100 thousand cash, I can show you what it feels like
Birkin bag, I can show you what it feels like
200 on the dash, I can show you what it feels like
That’s a real ass ’cause I know what it feels like
Weeks in Dubai, I can show you what it feels like
Thousand dollar meals, I can show you what it feels like
Trapping on the grind, I can show you what it feels like
Tell you that I’m on and that’s what it feels like

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
She know what it feels like
She know Dolla lay the pipe (aw yeah)
Baby got a past (so what?)
She got miles on that ass
Shawty been in mansions
Shawty been in foreigns
I just follow shawty
She told me you’re borin’
Hotel, hotel suite (hotel, hotel, hotel)
I’ma do the Louis supreme
Shoppin’ ’til we fall out (fall out)
We just f**k after we fall out, ooh yeah

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
100 thousand cash, I can show you what it feels like
Birkin bag, I can show you what it feels like
200 on the dash, I can show you what it feels like
That’s a real ass ’cause I know what it feels like
Weeks in Dubai, I can show you what it feels like
Thousand dollar meals, I can show you what it feels like
Trapping on the grind, I can show you what it feels like
Tell you that I’m on and that’s what it feels like

[Verse 3: DeJ Loaf]
Chanel bags, Givenchy
The back of the woods, watch you lean on me
Your nigga be purp’ed out
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout I no weed
I been with the same OG’s
Bust down, twin Rollies
Bust ya down, try to rob me
Whoa
Passport, get you stamped
Have you ever flown on a jet?
Baby, let me take you there
Pick a place, we go there
Eeny meeny minie moe
We spend it all ’cause there’s plenty more

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
100 thousand cash, I can show you what it feels like
Birkin bag, I can show you what it feels like
200 on the dash, I can show you what it feels like
That’s a real ass ’cause I know what it feels like
Weeks in Dubai, I can show you what it feels like
Thousand dollar meals, I can show you what it feels like
Trapping on the grind, I can show you what it feels like
Tell you that I’m on and that’s what it feels like

[Chorus: P Money]
Yo, mek sure dem man know
Mek sure dem man know
Man ah roll up and then (blow)
With the big bumbaclart (whoa)
Drive past and then spin
Press tool button and it ring
Man can’t walk with my ting
And man can’t walk with this ting
Yo, mek sure dem man know
Mek sure dem man know
Man ah roll up and then (blow)
With the big bumbaclart (whoa)
Drive past and then spin
Press tool button and it ring
Man can’t walk with my ting
And man can’t walk with this ting

[Verse 1: LV General]
It’s jokes when you think we’re gonna tussle
That’s when he’s too big for the duffel
Dons talking about “they ain’t got no muscles”
Man don’t give a f**k about muscles
Lift that ting, don’t care about gym
That ting spaz out, kill anything
Said don’t let it ring
Anything inside’s getting it too
It’s peak when man drive through
Might get out the car too
Man’s extra, let off an extra two
Just to make sure that’s you and you
Man’s cuckoo like the Harlem crew
Man know me, man do the mad ting too
That’s why I stay in my black tracksuit
Ready to kweff and boom

[Chorus: P Money]
Yo, mek sure dem man know
Mek sure dem man know
Man ah roll up and then (blow)
With the big bumbaclart (whoa)
Drive past and then spin
Press tool button and it ring
Man can’t walk with my ting
And man can’t walk with this ting
Yo, mek sure dem man know
Mek sure dem man know
Man ah roll up and then (blow)
With the big bumbaclart (whoa)
Drive past and then spin
Press tool button and it ring
Man can’t walk with my ting
And man can’t walk with this ting

[Verse 2: Slickman Party]
I done said I don’t ramp with the ting
I done said I don’t ramp on a show
I done said if a man try diss
I done said I will let a man know
I done said about bwoy, bwoy, bwoy
Yeah, man will get corn in a row (cornrow)
Ah Gaza my ting dere
But me link Hyper, di gully man flow
If a man wan’ talk ’bout kweff, let him have it
Not like that, like Chris, let him have it
One shot kweff, no need for a ‘matic
Make man turn acrobatic
Man flip, then man turn all floppish
Jump in my car or van or bike and cut ish
Police road block, whole ends get lock ish
Cut through with suttin’ borrowed from Boris

[Chorus: P Money]
Yo, mek sure dem man know
Mek sure dem man know
Man ah roll up and then (blow)
With the big bumbaclart (whoa)
Drive past and then spin
Press tool button and it ring
Man can’t walk with my ting
And man can’t walk with this ting
Yo, mek sure dem man know
Mek sure dem man know
Man ah roll up and then (blow)
With the big bumbaclart (whoa)
Drive past and then spin
Press tool button and it ring
Man can’t walk with my ting
And man can’t walk with this ting

[Verse 3: Blacks]
Round here, round here
Shut your mout, hold a box round here
Too much man wanna act round here
Wanna move like they’re holding a strap round here
Not a badman, nah, you’re a prat round here
Guns and knives and bats round here
Man will get his headtop opened, yeah
Man will lick off your hype round here
I’m a certified OG, I trap round here
To the cats and the dogs, rats round here
I’m a lyrical G, I’m back round here
Suck your mudda, don’t come round here
If you think that I’m lying, shots be flying
Mumzy’s crying, everybody’s dying
Man don’t wanna get licked down by the iron
Dem man are dead, nah, dem man retired

[Chorus: P Money]
Yo, mek sure dem man know
Mek sure dem man know
Man ah roll up and then (blow)
With the big bumbaclart (whoa)
Drive past and then spin
Press tool button and it ring
Man can’t walk with my ting
And man can’t walk with this ting
Yo, mek sure dem man know
Mek sure dem man know
Man ah roll up and then (blow)
With the big bumbaclart (whoa)
Drive past and then spin
Press tool button and it ring
Man can’t walk with my ting
And man can’t walk with this ting

[Hook: Tigo B]
See I don’t be trippin to hit her
(nah I’m cool)
Got to see what else is in her
(what’s in your mind girl)
(what’s in your mind)
She just wants to roll with the winners
(yeah hop in you can roll)
And I’m cool with that
She cool with that
Baby it’s all bout the vibe
Oh yay yay
Oh yay yay
Oh yay yay

[Verse 1: Ricco Barrino]
Im rolling 60 in a range
OG smokin’ switching lanes
Yes sir
A nigga playin’ H-Town
While Im on my way round
To pick your pretty ass up
I figured I would set the mood
And open up your door
Like a real playa should
I love the way you walk, you move
And how you carry all that ass
In those fly Jimmy Choo’s
Wanna take you somewhere
So we can set the mood
And smoke a lil’ hookah
In the VIP booth
While we sip on Ciroc
Lets mix it with the juice
And converse all night
I swear

[Bridge]
(That)
Im really loving your body
Lets just chill out and have our own party
We ain’t got to invite nobody
Swear Im loving’ the way we vibe’
Yeah

[Hook: Tigo B]
See I don’t be trippin to hit her
Got to see what else is in her
She just wants to roll with the winners
(she just wanna roll with winners)
And I’m cool with that
She cool with that
Baby it’s all bout the vibe
Oh yay yay
Baby it’s all bout the vibe
Baby it’s all bout the vibe

[Verse 2: Ricco Barrino]
(Oooh)
To keep it 100 girl
I wanna vibe with you (vibe with you)
(Oooh)
Smoke and get drunk
Talk that shit
And trip out with you
Theres so many things
I wanna do
Tonight I think a playa…
(Ooo)
I want you so bad
But Ima chill out instead
So now I got you in the place
That we can set the mood
And puff a lil hookah
In our VIP booth
While we sip on Ciroc
Lets mix it with the juice
And converse all night
I swear

[Bridge]
Im really loving your body
Lets just chill out and have our own party
We ain’t got to invite nobody
Swear Im loving’ the way we vibin’
Yeah

[Hook: Tigo B]
See I don’t be trippin to hit her
Got to see what else is in her
She just wants to roll with the winners
(she just wanna roll with winners)
And I’m cool with that
She cool with that
Baby it’s all bout the vibe
Oh yay yay
Baby it’s all bout the vibe
Baby it’s all bout the vibe
Baby it’s all bout the vibe

[Outro: Tigo B]
I ain’t really trippin’ to hit her
Got to see what else is in her
I ain’t really trippin’ to hit her
Got to see what else is in her

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay
I’ma keep going
I’ma keep on going-oing-oing-oing-oing
I’ma keep on going-oing-oing-oing-oing
Yeah

[Chorus]
They say talk is cheap, I let my diamonds talk
2018, it came with auto-park
Sixty-seven thousand on an Audemars
Never leave my niggas, I love all of y’all
Takin’ all these drugs like I’m a rockstar
Hi-Tech and that Act, I don’t drink Wockhardt
I didn’t have a car, I used to walk far
Now I’m standing on the stage like I’m a rockstar

[Verse 1]
Whole milly in my safe, could’ve went and bought a Wraith
I decided I should wait, movin’ niggas out the way
Free Tay-K, I beat the case
Got a bank account with Chase
Half a million in my safe
Swear I’m on my way
Screamin’ free Kevin Gates
I go and get it by any means
Rockin’ red bottoms with Amiri jeans
Pop a percocet, take a sip of lean
I bought real diamonds for the whole team
I been gettin’ money since thirteen
I been grinding hard, stayin’ lowkey
Sellin’ whole bags of the OG
Get you knocked off for a low fee
Diamonds hittin’ hard, no lights needed
Run it up fast like light speed
Runnin’ up the cost in a white tee
I don’t go on dates, we f**kin’ right now
Make ’em treat me like a king, I got ’em bowing down

[Chorus]
They say talk is cheap, I let my diamonds talk
2018, it came with auto-park
Sixty-seven thousand on an Audemars
Never leave my niggas, I love all of y’all
Takin’ all these drugs like I’m a rockstar
Hi-Tech and that Act, I don’t drink Wockhardt
I didn’t have a car, I used to walk far
Now I’m standing on the stage like I’m a rockstar

[Verse 2]
Rockstar status me
My last bitch abandoned me
We could’ve had a family
That shit made a man of me
I got niggas mad at me
Niggas I ain’t never seen
I don’t drink green lean
I fell in love with codeine
Jumpin’ on the stage, look at the crowd, I got ’em goin’ wild
Only rock the latest, they all on me, checkin’ out my style
Chain gang, sittin’ in the cell I had my first child
Mama tried to keep me in the house but I was runnin’ wild
Sellin’ nicks and dimes to the fiends at the West End Mall
Come through in a brand new Hellcat, I had ’em hatin’ hard
You ain’t got no haters you ain’t poppin’, keep ’em on they job
Came up in the trenches with them hustlers, I ain’t have no job

[Chorus]
They say talk is cheap, I let my diamonds talk
2018, it came with auto-park
Sixty-seven thousand on an Audemars
Never leave my niggas , I love all of y’all
Takin’ all these drugs like I’m a rockstar
Hi-Tech and that Act, I don’t drink Wockhardt
I didn’t have a car, I used to walk far
Now I’m standing on the stage like I’m a rockstar

[Outro]
Standing on the stage like I’m a rockstar
Standing on the stage like I’m a rockstar
Standing on the stage like I’m a rockstar
I don’t go on dates, we f**kin’ right now
Bitch never forget that I’m a trap star
I’m a trap star
I’m a trap star
I’m a trap star

Peep the mind state, they focused on the crime rate
Out the gate, from hate, they stuck in the trap/
I won’t copy that – found my passion in rap/
Gifted, persistence, yeah that’s the difference/
Between me and you, I’m always speaking something true/
Which is somethingn that we don’t never see from you/
Got the east coast on smash/
Bomb tracks like Bangladesh/
Mics Clash – I came to thrash
Impact Car Crash while countin stacks
Des bars just snacks – after hits of hash
Flow in sesssion no skipping class/
Keep it real – take off the mask
Olympic laps – your team won’t last
Don’t make me laugh/
See I puff puff then I pass
While you stuck up in the past
You’ll get posterized
While I’m suppose to rise
My Gift opens eyes
& you face your Demise
Time to double up/
f**k the bullshit/
Rhyme loaded a whole clip
Couple zips got the cash coming quick
And this life’s a crazy maze// Salute to all the brave
You know we bout to get it boy!

You Gotta get it fast, focus on the cash
Yessir – You know that (x2)
While you stuck up in the past
Your never gonna last
Yessir – You know that (x2)

Inside my pocket got some money and some amethyst
Little shorties to OG’s know that I’m the man at this/
I twist verbs like twisters dismantle bricks/
Hulk smash the oppressor YEAH that’s a hammer fist
My life words addictive come and get a fix/
My Nike air’s exquisite like my favorite dish/
Of course you know that’s Non GMO
Unlike your facebook Timeline scroll
I plant Positive seeds know in time they’ll grow
And Bruce Lee to me to BE – Water and flow
I rock show after show my resume’s 4 sure
Might scoop a shawty and speak-her-box until it’s Love Below
But no Black Rob/ Hoodie with the Mask Off
Never Been No Mascot/
Most you bitch ass homies just act soft
O Boi astronautin’ we bout to blast off!

You Gotta get it fast, focus on the cash
Yessir – You know that (x2)
While you stuck up in the past
Your never gonna last
Yessir – You know that (x2)

Oh Yeah got get it fast, focus on the cash
Focus on the cash, allright
While you stuck up in the past
Your never gonna last
Yessir – You know that
Baby baby baby baby
Yessir – You know that
Yessir – You know that

[PHEO]
I said stack it stack it stack it
So that bitch ride ?
Fifty players deep put yo bitch in rotation
As my flow getting bigger and the world rotating
Trying to live large, think big
Its moderate conglomerate pushing counterfeits
Get yo change man breaking out like trying to break a habit
I stick to it like Gambit Damn it
The paparazzi flashing Gotti, warm my mind soul and body
Slap this hit in your whip whenever you gone dip
When you think your all ain’t enough get your hurt ass up
On your feet, How else you gone heal
Lies. Stay true to yourself how the f**k is you trill
Town popping like seals and pills, sizzled grill, under hills
All net under Phil Banks
Still dranking drank
It be what it been
It ain’t what it ain’t
Watch your tone and your pace

[Hook]
I got a penny for thoughts
A dollar for your dreams
A quarter for you wishes
That’s a monetary scheme
Young nigga doing it having thangs
Stack it, stack it, stack it
Player get yo change

Player get yo change (4x)

[Cashius Green]
Actually, My ? in the back, they f**king athletes
How to weigh an Albany with Ashely, She pampers me
OG’s see me on the block they dapping me
Pour out forty ounces for my casualty
When you go to sleep caking
You be waking up with acne
Its agony, they after me
Rubbing on they pussy and saying it taste like raspberry
We done hit tipping with Sean’s money he riding Bentley
No rooftop, no sun block chronic by the grocery bag
We used up all the zip-locs, ?
Got the jams playing while we post block
It’s hoes in there, undelay
She say Cashius take me home and punish me
I’ll be yo everything I just really enjoy your company
Begging please, I make the pussy freeze
Give me cheese like the government
Keys to the coup got the juice and the loosey
A couple thousand reasons why this bitch start choosing
She f**k with me, I’m cuffing it, busters gone be loving it, I’m f**king with

[Hook]

[Verse 1]
I never asked you to bother me
But when a pretty devil gets on top and all over me
I feel compelled to treat her well cus that is the policy
Take a step in hell by treating demons to Halloween
Probably made a fool of myself I’ve been swallowing how I felt
Fall in autumn is taking Ls laugh it off and feel like Chappell
My life’s a Comedy but pardon me miss
Can I just get an honest apology? shit
Told me all these plans that you were never gon’ follow through
Don’t send another letter better yet go and call yo dude
I’ve been packing zags of cabbage like I’ve been on the move
I ain’t talking baggage I’m talking that hallelujah
Feeling stellar, lit like feathers on the moon (yah)
Take a xanny or an addy watch cartoons (yah)
Floating off the OG, soak my throat in booze (yah)
Finding ways to drain the pain for Son Kuma

[Verse 2]
I bet you have those days when you be chilling in your room
Yeah you know those days the ones where you be craving shrooms
So you can leave this place and travel somewhere new
Make some friends that don’t exist but hey at least they know you do
Smoking on that cali kush and drinking up that malibu
(I mean I prefer patron) but nigga you do you
You feel a type uh way and honestly I think I do too
Many reasons to be honest, school got me down, the hoes got me down
I ain’t got money, I ain’t got a hunnies flocking around
I ain’t got nothing f**king with me, so tell me what’s got you down
Tell me everything, I’m here for you
Like tell me everything my nigga
Tell me what you’re thinking right now
Tell me why

[Hook]
You feel a type uh way
You feel a type uh way
You feel a type uh way
You feel I said it: You feel

[Verse 3]
I got a message for you
I got suspended from school
Almost arrested for selling drugs when the cops had no proof
Met a chick but got sick to my stomach when she came through
But for real I had some problems so I shouldn’t blame boo
I popped some pills like every day
I snorted shit and nourished it in almost every way
I’d purchase it and feel euphoric almost right away
I’d force the shit and pour some gin to help it make its way
Through my body to my brain Made that pain go right away
I mean I’m saying it like it was years ago when I really just did it yesterday
Playing the same games and making the same chase
Hoping dragon is dragging its feet so maybe I can slay

[Verse 4]
Abuse is funny cus you be losing money
Using hella excuses to keep it new and running
And your days just be looping like you’re producing something
Fooling with your body like you just a copy or a voodoo puppet
In reality, you’re gambling and anteing but bluffing
Then when casualties and tragedies start hitting you be fussing
You trusted judgment when you started drugging
But then, your friends said that its all your fault but you said no it wasn’t
Dude it was
You wanted buzz
Just like a bee, you got behind the bud and said because
You didn’t give a single f**k
Not even one
So don’t be mad now cus you ain’t got no one
You f**king dumb

[Intro]
Ayy, gang gang gang, bitch
Yayo, Go, woah
No more free yayo, it cost bitch

[Chorus]
I ran it up, got so much money
f**k it, I’m givin’ out free dope
I play with paper like King Kong
Diamonds water water like a nigga left the sink on
What if I go broke today?
Would you still be around, lil nigga don’t think so
Gettin’ good top from a freak ho
She like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What if I didn’t have these diamonds, would you still be riding?
What if that new shop wasn’t what I was driving?
Would you stay with me if I wasn’t poppin’
You wanted a purse and I couldn’t even cop it
What if I ain’t have my chopper?
Would I have to warn my partner if I saw these bands?
Yeah I know that that’s your man
That don’t mean that he won’t get on the stand

[Verse 1]
I’m sick and tired of everybody sayin’ that they riding
Beef come, they be hiding
Nigga smoked your partner now you on the internet crying
Nigga why ain’t nobody dying?
Get rid of that work like a diet, ayy
Niggas dissin’ but in person they quiet
HoodFame gang start a riot nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Eighteen years old, took the murder charge
Seventeen years old, me and Sleek, we was stealing cars
Sixteen I was selling bars
Fifteen when they took my nigga Zach and it hurt my heart
Middle school, man I had it hard
At school with that tool, big gun, a Smith & Wesson
f**kin’ this kid, I was only eleven
On the block with my daddy, I was seven
I’m good in the six ’cause I’m locked
Shout out to Shoo that my fire
I’m on that perc, don’t get tired
We got good dope, this that fire
OG bowls two for five
Niggas gon’ score, young OG from the four
I f**k up the tre and the deuce, but iron the one
Bitch ass nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus]
I ran it up, got so much money
f**k it, I’m givin’ out free dope
I play with paper like King Kong
Diamonds water water like a nigga left the sink on
What if I go broke today?
Would you still be around, lil nigga don’t think so
Gettin’ good top from a freak ho
She like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What if I didn’t have these diamonds, would you still be riding?
What if that new shop wasn’t what I was driving?
Would you stay with me if I wasn’t poppin’
You wanted a purse and I couldn’t even cop it
What if I ain’t have my chopper?
Would I have to warn my partner if I saw these bands?
Yeah I know that that’s your man
That don’t mean that he won’t get on the stand

[Verse 2]
I love that you think that’s your partner
But you gotta watch when these niggas turn snake over bullshit
Got in a shootout the other day, that nigga still had a full clip
These niggas ain’t with that shit
What you gon’ do if the lick turn into a hit
That nigga gon’ rat, he gon’ snitch
Gotta watch your back when you taking risks
Skrt skrt skrt, jump in that mirror and coast
I’m ballin’, I don’t need no coach
Get on that red, do the most
You kissin’ that bitch, I want throat
Ayy, ayy, Maison Margiela my toes
These niggas they just want my glow
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
These rappers act tough but he really a cop
Thirteen years old on the block with that mop
He play with the gang now it’s off with his top
Hundred round drum, bullets comin’, won’t stop
I just got a trap on the other side
Ridin’ your block, all of your bodies get show stopped
HoodFame gang, we get it hot nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus]
I ran it up, got so much money
f**k it, I’m givin’ out free dope
I play with paper like King Kong
Diamonds water water like a nigga left the sink on
What if I go broke today?
Would you still be around, lil nigga don’t think so
Gettin’ good top from a freak ho
She like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What if I didn’t have these diamonds, would you still be riding?
What if that new shop wasn’t what I was driving?
Would you stay with me if I wasn’t poppin’
You wanted a purse and I couldn’t even cop it
What if I ain’t have my chopper?
Would I have to warn my partner if I saw these bands?
Yeah I know that that’s your man
That don’t mean that he won’t get on the stand

[Verse 1: Alex Faith]
Whippin’ in a ‘Rarri, I’m ’bout to catch a body
This life ain’t really worth it, but please don’t tell nobody
Find me in the lobby, uh, 5 star hotel
Iced out, shinin’ hard, boy that’s what I know well
Rap about these places but you know that I don’t go there
Flexin’ for the likes on instagram, I tell ’em oh well
Sayin’ I’m a gangsta shawty, please don’t check my resume
All this talkin’ on these records made me feel some type of way
I’m a fall back partna tho cause I am not a hater
But can see the life we takin’ when you out to get his paper
And even if you really flippin’ birds just take a listen
Makin’ money in the street, you still a victim to the system
I’m frontin’ cause all I ever heard was make that money
Till they catch you slippin’ if you free, then they gon’ take it from you
I know the odds is set against you but it is a better way
Made for mo’ than that cause it’s a life that they can’t take away

[Hook: Alex Faith]
All I ever hear is that we do it fo’ the money
Stack the paper to the ceilin’ we just do it fo’ the money
We dyin’ in the street but we gon’ do it fo’ the money
The system set against us so we do it fo’ the money
That paper shawty, that what we do it fo’
We dyin’ shawty, that what we do it fo’
That paper shawty, it’s nothin’ less or mo’
They don’t understand what we do it fo’

[Verse 2: Dre Murray]
I heard like befo’ I was a teen
Mommy took me to the movies then I saw it on the screen
They was sun-wrapped in the product, they was workin’ triple beam
They was cookin’ in the kitchen then they serve it to the fiend
So I turned and said to mommy “What they doin’ that fo’”
She moved in a little closer said ” They want that dough”
Now imagine what that does when you are eight years old
And the people in yo hood say that they all know
How to get it, yeah I’m talkin’ give and go
Fast breakin’ to the hole but they move that snow
They got money in the ceilin’, in the mattress, in the flo’
And that stack that’s in his pocket, he just brought it out to blow
Yeah, life I’ve see on the southside
Grandmother she ain’t like me goin’ outside
Good people in the hood but some’ll catch you slippin’
Yeah they trippin’, man this thing is kinda lopsided
They want the money

[Hook: Alex Faith]
All I ever hear is that we do it fo’ the money
Stack the paper to the ceilin’ we just do it fo’ the money
We dyin’ in the street but we gon’ do it fo’ the money
The system set against us so we do it fo’ the money
That paper shawty, that what we do it fo’
We dyin’ shawty, that what we do it fo’
That paper shawty, it’s nothin’ less or mo’
They don’t understand what we do it fo’

[Verse 3: Reconcile]
All I ever wanted was a couple bands
Kept my name in the street, they say I’m the man
Pull fire on these lames talkin’ disrespectful
Paper ain’t right, they say he ain’t successful
Money Mal got a bird for the summer
Hit that right, they flip that twice & hit the mall a stunner
Ain’t got time fo’ these haters, save to convo
Rebound and distribute, Rondo
I speak it how they live it down in that dirty water
I see youngins’ catch kingpins down in Florida
Ask a jit what he do, he say he “get money”
Ten years and parole ain’t worth a couple hunned
Don’t care how you cut it, boy look at here
All the real OG’s catchin’ sentences
Ain’t no chasin’ cash, chase a better way
Ain’t enough racks to change your life, Jesus can

[Hook: Alex Faith]
All I ever hear is that we do it fo’ the money
Stack the paper to the ceilin’ we just do it fo’ the money
We dyin’ in the street but we gon’ do it fo’ the money
The system set against us so we do it fo’ the money
That paper shawty, that what we do it fo’
We dyin’ shawty, that what we do it fo’
That paper shawty, it’s nothin’ less or mo’
They don’t understand what we do it fo’

[Intro: Slim 400]
Lord, what we got is real (Yup, this all blassick)
Yeah, and you’re the only one that can judge me (Know that)
Serving in these streets ain’t right, It is what it is
So what we doin’ what we doin’ so what
Don’t judge me speak my name
I’m dancin’, baby
Slim 400 baby, lets go

[Hook: Peryon]
I twist my fingaz on the corner
Sell crack, cocaine & marijuana
Ski mask red rags & California
Piru Piru
I swang through the streets with all my partners
Pimp hard charging fee to all the boppers
Hundred round .223’s inside the chopper
Piru piru

[Verse 1: Slim 400]
Back then they was fakin’ it
Niggas knew they it was, and it was Bompton
Same shit I was I’m spitting ’till this day
That’s shout the word out to baby Trey
We speaking on the real one
Better state the facts or don’t say nothing
That’s true as can be
& and I’mma keep that foreign, and on Bompton P on Spruce street
I ain’t never had to fake it
Its a roll to play you should see it&, nigga
You ain’t never even heard of that
(Aw shit nigga, you better listen to Nip nigga)
How you gettin’ money how you stackin’?
Who your favorite artist, how you rappin’?
(Shit B’s been f**king with C’s nigga, you ain’t learn a lesson from anything)
Been putting down I done earn mine
Two shells and done did some time
Like why? Nigga f**k you
And that’s really him
Now recording me and him in the studio (Wiz)
Balling out at the Squad meet. (Obama)
Pulling out in all blassik shit
My favorite color been burgundy

[Hook: Peyron]
I twist my fingaz on the corner
Sell crack, cocaine & marijuana
Ski mask red rags & California
Piru Piru
I swang through the streets with all my partners
Pimp hard charging fee to all the boppers
Hundred round .223’s inside the chopper
Piru piru

[Verse 2: YG]
Rich niggas still in the turf
Since 16 I’ve been burned
Mixed the brandy with the lemonade call it briminade
Now we turnt
On the corner on the block with no t-shirt
Driving slow gonna that’ll get you merked
Caught em slipping in the turf
RIP pictures on the shirt
B-O-M-P-T-O-N
Late night niggas creepin’
The reason your momma said when the lights come on bring yo ass in
Yeah, niggas hang out
Talk extra we banged out
Trade straps then trade them back
Let the burgundy flag swang out, damn
Niggas don’t want no escape plan
Niggas just wanna bird and the chopper that’ll get ’em off one in his hands, damn
Bompton snapped back with my Ray-Bans
Thinking back Boo the third
Free him
He my main man
Piru

[Hook: Peyron]
I twist my fingaz on the corner
Sell crack, cocaine & marijuana
Ski mask red rags & California
Piru Piru
I swang through the streets with all my partners
Pimp hard charging fee to all the boppers
Hundred round .223’s inside the chopper
Piru piru

[Verse 3: Redrum 187]
Didn’t reach that
Gotta reach back
Protocol G-code I’mma teach that
If you fool ’em we gon’ eat that
Heat that then we gon’ reflack(?)
Don’t let them be in the p hat
With the same damn thing
Believe that
Hands up no gun japanese that
Redrum still A1 spit that be fact
(?)
(?)
(?)
Bompton where piru street at
Big burgundy flag where we kill over mag
Then we bring it right back
I know every OG that came before me
Turnin over in the grave they mad
Its a glitch in the matrix
You said gotta switch to the basics
(?)
(?)
(?)
When a homie got a life
Other homie got killed same damn night
Take flight on one of your own
That shit right there ain’t right
That shit right there ain’t right

[Hook: Peyron]
I twist my fingaz on the corner
Sell crack, cocaine & marijuana
Ski mask red rags & California
Piru Piru
I swang through the streets with all my partners
Pimp hard charging fee to all the boppers
Hundred round 223’s inside the chopper
Piru piruuuuuuu

[Hook: guardin]
Push your body on me, babe (me, babe)
Puffing on that OG gasoline, ay (-line, aye)
Kissing on my neck, imma go down (go down)
I’ll be your escape when you come now (come now)
Push your body on me, babe (me, babe)
Puffing on that OG gasoline, ay (-line, aye)
Kissing on my neck, imma go down (go down)
I’ll be your escape when you come now (come now)

[Verse 1: guardin]
Promise Imma rather die
There’s nothing Im tryna hide
Gotta have you by my side, ay
When we kiss I feel a rush
I’ve been missing every touch
Swear to god you f**k me up, ay
No one loves me like you do
Baby you know that is true
All I think about is you, ay
Pull your panties to the side
Slipping in between your thighs
Imma make you feel alright, ay

[Hook: guardin]
Push your body on me, babe (me, babe)
Puffing on that OG gasoline, ay (-line, aye)
Kissing on my neck, imma go down (go down)
I’ll be your escape when you come now (come now)
Push your body on me, babe (me, babe)
Puffing on that OG gasoline, ay (-line, aye)
Kissing on my neck, imma go down (go down)
I’ll be your escape when you come now (come now)

[Verse 2: Yung Van & Guardin]
Ohhhhh
Baby take it all slow
Put your hands on your robe
And let it drop to the floor
Baby, you know that you make me want more
Every time that you walk out the door
Ohhhhh (ohhhhh)
Make my heart go slow, baby
Every time I am with you
I feel like I could just fly
Every time you leave my room
I feel like I could just die
Now I’m with you
And we’re on bed us two
And I’m feeling so great
So please don’t leave me
Cause if you leave me at this state
I’m gonna fade
Ohhhhh (ohhhhh)
Baby take it all slow
Put your hands on your robe
And let it drop to the floor
Woaaaah
Yeaaaaah
Woaaaah

[Verse 1]
When I was broke they wasn’t intimidated
Ran up some paper, they started hating
Jizzle told me just keep going in
And shit on they ass like you constipated
Got me feeling myself, not no masturbation
Thirty inch off that Glock just for altercations
I go hard for this shit ‘cause I had a passion
I just blew a few thou’ while up in [?]
Had to run it up, it was rent time
Kids need the shit and you know I had to get mine
Had to go hard, it was crunch time
We was on the road doin’ shows then fish died
Feel like the devil was f**kin’ with me
Super bowl night, man I can’t forget it
Two found dead in a car, no witness
Get the call, damn it my nigga Emmitt
I was just with him like yesterday
Man I wish today was yesterday
Just to kick shit and parlay with him
Now my nigga gone man, andale
Had to shake back, had to get my mind right
Flooded out watch, had to get the time right
Pour up, toast up, drink a D’usse with me
We was broke as a [?], lord be my witness
I’m straight from the bottom with it
Haters wish I was still there
I like changing the vibes up
So now I be everywhere
I be all at your bitch place
f**k them twenties, I want big faces
Yeah I literally smoke strong
You would think the weed lift weights

[Interlude]
That’s for sure though
I mean I saw it a long time ago man
We gotta do this shit
Like f**k the haters man
If they wanna hate, let ‘em hate
And if they want war we gon’ give it to ‘em
f**k ‘em

[Verse 2]
Whatever they wanna do we can do it
If it ain’t ‘bout that money, I don’t get into it
That’s how I get into it
So don’t come around me with that f**kery
Better get you a feature, want to rap with me
Man I waited so long, this was meant for me
Stayed down now I’m buzzin’, no bumblebee
Really live this lifestyle, they just talk the street
Bitches everywhere, can’t get ‘em off of me
With this mojo I’m feeling like Austin P
Remember days had the mask on, no Halloween
OG told me young nigga apply some pressure
Money right so I went head and iced the bezel
I’m so dope you can drop me and get some extras
Thinkin’ to myself man this shit now or never
I’m finna go in hard ‘cause that’s how I came
Got your bitch in a foreign thang switching lanes
I’m just dealing with the money and the shit it bring
So many damn problems you would go insane
Man, I’m dealin’ with too much at one time right now
Man, I’m f**kin’ two bitches at one time right now
Man, my nigga dead but it feel like he right here
Tellin’ me man, Yo this your year
ELO voices all in my ear, for real

[Chorus]
On hold with these demons
But i swear they keep callin
They just keep pullin me deeper
But somehow up’s where i’m fallin
I like to drive slow
Live a little fast
Hope i die old
I don’t mind though
I’m just along for the ride so

[Verse 1]
No tellin when the lane’ll switch
Friends pushin they lanes that’s a cake assist
I mean if they gon chase it’s only sane to dish
Steve Nash with the pass i been sayin this boii
Overhead like the cupboard that’s under me
Couldn’t pay overheads now the music been funding me
Squad laugh at ya ass like boi u so chuck-e-cheese
I been gettin the money tree
Swear that that shit ain’t come to me
Like
No cash got weed tho
Put the pack on my back like C3PO
Got gas got diesel
Roadie apples yeah yeah yeah me and G smoke
That’s the OG tho
Cash like a free throw
Look high off the green call that shit Cee-Lo
Get it see low
Flow like sea level
Rockin the boat to a different beat you couldn’t be better

[Chorus]
On hold with these demons
But i swear they keep callin
They just keep pullin me deeper
But somehow up’s where i’m fallin
I like to drive slow
But live a little fast
Hope i die old
I don’t mind though
I’m just along for the ride so
×2

[Verse 2]
Me and my homies we tourin!
YUHH
All of my friends important!
Came in with the squad and we shot up the whole spot know we got them red dots recordin
With that bullshit please miss me
They be callin like “bitch please”
Can’t you see that i’m busy
Too many gears f**k six speeds
Me and my homies we tourin!
WHAT
Me and my homies we tourin!
Came in with the squad and we shot up the whole spot know we got them red dots recordin
With that bullshit please miss me
They be callin like “bitch please”
Can’t you see that i’m busy
Too many gears f**k six speeds

[Outro]
f**k it we on
f**k it we on
f**k it we on
f**k it we on

[Intro]
Ha, ha
Ha, ha
Hitboy on the beat so bitch you gotta go berserk

[Verse]
Ha ha, I just popped in (Popped in)
Me and bro don’t talk everyday but we locked in (Yeah we know dat)
Ayy, don’t ask me about no niggas you don’t see me with (f**k ’em)
She like “Did you see Power?” ion watch TV bitch
Don’t know me from a can of paint, but she do know that this bread right
I ain’t f**k yo bitch but I do know what that head like
We got a problem whatchu said like (What?)
Green light I got a 40 with a red light
Blick with the beam, bape, drip with supreme
Big stick, in my jeans, you can’t get in between
My circle, is too tight, AP look like moonlight
f**k niggas, we can’t unite
Want smoke? We’ll come tonight
OG’s like [?] young niggas [?]
Uncle smoking crack, granny alcoholic (Alcoholic)
I got rich, and cleaned them up, yeah now we popping (Yeah I got ’em)
They respect me in my hood so they acknowledge
I ain’t playing [?] shit, I ain’t modest (Modest)
Foreign spyder and that coupe, I think she Scottish
Give me smarts, give me brain, give me knowledge
Made me cum in less than 20, go to college
Yeah I got it
We gon rock out (Yeah)
In Miami rolling loud, I got that Glock out (Graah!)
If I wasn’t at home before 10, I got locked out (God damn)
College had so many hoes, I dropped out
Really coulda beat my case, I hate I copped out (f**k)
If I was there she [?] cause I hate I hopped out (The f**k)
They take a pic outside and leave, these niggas nod out (Niggas hoes)

[Outro]
[?] better not let me find out (Find out)
Hey, hey, let me find out (Better not)
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Better not let me find out (Find out)
Hey, hey, let me find out (Find out)
Don’t let me find out (Better not)
Don’t let me find out
Better not let me find out (Graah!)
Green light I got a 40 with a red light (Red light)
Red light (Red light, red light)
Got a 40 with a red light (Red light)

[Verse 1]
She’s a rich girl, Persian rug and trust fund
Barely standing but she’s never had so much fun
I just need a little bit of peace, take me far away
I just need a little light relief

Hold up wait what did you say?
Too busy lost in the bass
I’m easily lost in this place
I can feel it in my brain I’m coming up
One too many in this place I’ve had enough, yeah

[Chorus]
She said you don’t really know me
Said she’s got the OG playlist straight from ’03
Keep it on the low, are you coming for afters
Are you coming for afters

Who’s got the house key
All these girls at uni
Like yeah my daddy’s rich but no one understands me
Are you coming for afters
Are you coming for afters

[Verse 2]
Location services are rinsing all my battery
Despite the read receipts you don’t get back to me
I just need a little bit of peace, take me far away
I just need a little light relief

Nothing was the same when we woke up
She don’t wanna smoke up
Conspiracy theories still chew my ear off on the sofa
I’ve got to shoot soon, hope it’s on my bus route
Carpet stains and painkillers I’ll be on the move

[Chorus]
She said you don’t really know me
Said she’s got the OG playlist straight from ’03
Keep it on the low, are you coming for afters
Are you coming for afters

Who’s got the house key
All these girls from uni
Like yeah my daddy’s rich but no one understands me
Are you coming for afters
Are you coming for afters

She said you don’t really know me
Said she’s got the OG playlist straight from ’03
Keep it on the low, are you coming for afters
Are you coming for afters, yeah

Who’s got the house key
All these girls at uni
Like yeah my daddy’s rich but no one understands me
Are you coming for afters
I’ll see you at afters

[Verse 3]
We’re running low on this cheap wine
You float across the room and beauty’s redefined
Come draw me a silver line
I will slip and see me slide
The motion in your glide or the focus in your eyes babe

I find it hard to concentrate
Let’s take a minute take a break
Let’s get away
I need a holiday, puff pass medicate
Afters got me feeling like there’s nothing else to say babe
You taught me a lesson
I was busy second guessing all your gestures, I was stressing
But nah I’m cool now
I’m calm now
I’m good now

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Y’all already know how I’m rockin’
Mustard on the beat, ho
Here we go, let’s go

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
On God, your diamonds don’t dance like this
You ain’t got no soldiers takin’ no chance like this, on God
Now ain’t nobody triller than this
Go anywhere around the world, nobody realer than this, on God
I be nappin’ in the Hamptons
I just got an architect to build a big ass mansion, on God
Now I’m ready for expansion
And my old bitch left me but I swear I’m so handsome

[Verse 1: YG]
On God, I got in with the nine millimeter
On God, I’m in the red Lamborghini, a two-seater
On God, I’m in hard bottoms, these ain’t sneakers
I need a bad bitch, half ho, half diva
On God, it ain’t ever been no bitch in me
I’m aggressive with these hoes, ain’t no soft shit in me
Niggas know it’s three-nine-seven plus three (4Hunnid)
At the top, who you see, shit, me, me, and me
She wanna kick it after we f**k, I don’t do kung-fu
If your friend a bustdown that mean you one too
If your friend a bustdown that mean you one too
If I whip the dick out, bitch, what you gon’ do?
I’m in the red coupe, I call it SuWoop
I got voices in my head like, “SuWoo, SuWoo”
Don’t believe the hype, these nigga lie in the booth
I’m a good-lookin’ rapper, I ain’t lyin’ to you

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg & YG]
On God, your diamonds don’t dance like this (4Hunnid)
You ain’t got no soldiers takin’ no chance like this, on God
Now ain’t nobody triller than this
Go anywhere around the world, nobody realer than this, on God
I be nappin’ in the Hamptons
I just got an architect to build a big ass mansion, on God
Now I’m ready for expansion
And my old bitch left me but I swear I’m so handsome, on God

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & A$AP Ferg]
Life’s a beach, hittin’ licks like a lease
Gettin’ licked like your teeth
Runnin’ shit like the cleats
On my feet, little bit, little bitch want a three
Run a threesome, then I’ma stab, no repeat
On G-O-D, they on my B-O-D
I’m with the AOD, it’s a G-O, here we go
I’m G double O-D, good, I’m a OG
Three, triple OG, hold it down, P-O-P (Here we go, let’s go)
I can’t stand a ho with no rhythm
I can tell if the ass factual or fiction
I can’t really tell if she twerkin’ or twitchin’
How many of you hoes out there really Christians?
On God, have the fella pass the petition
Shorty learn to clean house like she pack for eviction
Learnin’ for a class, or a cast, or audition
Change your forecast, throw the cash on a bitch

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
On God, your diamonds don’t dance like this
You ain’t got no soldiers takin’ no chance like this, on God
Now ain’t nobody triller than this
Go anywhere around the world, nobody realer than this, on God
I be nappin’ in the Hamptons
I just got an architect to build a big ass mansion, on God
Now I’m ready for expansion
And my old bitch left me but I swear I’m so handsome, on God

[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
Big mansion, chicks dancin’, uh
Prayed for it and the shit happened, uh
Left Prada with ten jackets, uh
Bitch solid and I’m mismatchin’, uh
Sick and tired of the chit-chattin’, uh
I been ballin’, this is just practice, uh
Blow twenty, sorry, Ms. Jackson, uh
Went West and I went platinum, on God
I’m back with my bro YG
To put you niggas in the pit, like deodorant be
I done came everything I was chosen to be
How I’m at the dinner party with Hova and Bey
‘Cause I’m bustin’ door-to-door like Jehovah with thieves
And now my whole family be rolling with me
Made my mom the accountant, little brother got talent
And my Uncle T-Berg handle security

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
On God, your diamonds don’t dance like this
You ain’t got no soldiers takin’ no chance like this, on God
Now ain’t nobody triller than this
Go anywhere around the world, nobody realer than this, on God
I be nappin’ in the Hamptons
I just got an architect to build a big ass mansion, on God
Now I’m ready for expansion
And my old bitch left me but I swear I’m so handsome, on God (T-Raww)

[Verse 4: Tyga]
Pray for me, niggas love and hate me, bunch of Judas’
All this money make you evil, I won’t give in to it
Imitate my lifestyle, but they ain’t been through it
Think you know my plays, re-route ’em, Cam Newton
Factory Patek, blood, sweat, tears, yes
Buy your mom a house, then we could talk then (Nigga)
I got four payroll, I’m the big man (Nigga)
Ten toes, never fold, stick to the plan
New mansion, gotta keep advancing
Outlandish, Maybach when I land it
Black bandit, run up in it, no manners
Gotta keep up with the pace like Indiana
Leave ’em white in the face like the masked phantom
I’ma f**k her all night ’til she can’t stand up
Got the Bugatti in red like the devil dancin’
And he keep tryna call, I won’t answer him

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
On God, your diamonds don’t dance like this
You ain’t got no soldiers takin’ no chance like this, on God
Now ain’t nobody triller than this
Go anywhere around the world, nobody realer than this, on God
I be nappin’ in the Hamptons
I just got an architect to build a big ass mansion, on God
Now I’m ready for expansion
And my old bitch left me but I swear I’m so handsome, on God

[Outro: Mustard]
Jesus

Play this song

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Peanut butter seats came perfect time
Rich but I’m still ducking one time
I seen the light, then I climbed in
Had to take ’em out, we ain’t gon’ dine in
Shawty done fell in love with all my diamonds
But everybody change on you like the seasons (Yeah)
Sippin’ 1942, Don Julio
I ain’t got time for all these eyes and these groupie hoes

[Verse 1]
Late night, I’ve been cruisin’ down the interstate
Late night, I’ve been thinkin’ a lot of niggas hate
Told my dawg let’s pour tons of Ace
If he talkin’ out his lip, we gotta give cuz a taste
I can’t let no niggas mock my name
Especially when these lil’ niggas see me as reputable
And the OG’s respect me that done came out my section
We just bought Cullinan just to maintain
I talk to him, my brother ‘nem, he on the same thang
We just tryna motivate, bought the AP, show the face
Feel like I’m a Zoe today, feel like I’m a woe today
I was in Miami with a bitch, gave me cold face
She had this dick on her noseplate

[Chorus]
Peanut butter seats came perfect time
Rich but I’m still ducking one time
I seen the light, then I climbed in
Had to take ’em out, we ain’t gon’ dine in
Shawty done fell in love with all my diamonds
But everybody change on you like the seasons
Sippin’ 1942, Don Julio
I ain’t got time for all these eyes and these groupie hoes

[Verse 2]
I don’t know what love is, I can’t tell
Everybody come around like carousel, hmm
She got a birthday cake like it’s my twenty-first
I done came a long way, I made it out the dirt, yeah
See my niggas in the hearse, havin’ nightmares in church
Tryna make sure my mama got a couple racks in her purse
Got a showroom, car came from the top row, yeah
Don’t give no opps hope
I just gave my dawg a Rollie, told him take the clock approach

[Chorus]
Peanut butter seats came perfect time
Rich but I’m still ducking one time
I seen the light, then I climbed in
Had to take ’em out, we ain’t gon’ dine in
Shawty done fell in love with all my diamonds
But everybody change on you like the seasons
Sippin’ 1942, Don Julio
I ain’t got time for all these eyes and these groupie hoes

Play this song

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Uh, better listen closely, ayy
Shoot a pussy nigga acting nosy, yeah
It’s just Big 14 and Lil Mosey, yeah
Fuck that ho, you treat her like a trophy, huh (DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Niggas be talkin’ shit, but they ain’t with that shit for real
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass killed
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass spilled
You ain’t really real, you ain’t with that shit, for real
Nigga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you’s a lick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you should quit, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
This ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
No, legit, you’s a bitch, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
Odell with the pick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
I’m a fucking walking lick, but nigga, this ain’t that for real
Yeah, yeah
Shoot him with this chopper, make his body dance, uh
Chopper get to bustin’, do the runnin’ man, uh
Would’ve threw a party, I ain’t got no friends, uh
All my niggas brothers and that’s to the end, uh
Would’ve used a Glock but I used the FN
Shooting .223’s, you a dead man, uh
Typical to shoot at your head, man
Where the fuck you ‘posed to keep a headband?
Like you hoop, big bro, we balling, the way that we shooting (That we shooting)
I got rings, I got rings, bitch, not Melo, uh
Bitch, I’m with the slimes, Donatello, uh
Let me eat that kitty, baby, Hello, uh (Huh)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Niggas be talkin’ shit, but they ain’t with that shit for real
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass killed
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass spilled
You ain’t really real, you ain’t with that shit, for real
Nigga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you’s a lick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you should quit, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
This ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real

[Verse 2: Lil Mosey]
I’m with 14, we gon’ float through smokin’ OG
This bitch loud, it’s some gas, got me choking
Walking through my city, shaking bullets off me
Know my riches ’cause these bitch look how it’s flexin’
You ain’t with the shits, I can tell, bullets, they hot as hell (Boom)
Thinking ’bout buying a well and a new crib for my mama, uh
Always pull up with some drums, but nigga, I’m riding with gunners, uh
I’m just wondering what Kari would do
Beatin’ his case, so I got him a jewel
Take it with slatt them, we ain’t doing no acting
Slide down, let you have it, we still causing havoc (Uh-huh)
Big bro, I did it again, no, I don’t wanna be friends
I turn a five to a ten, money, I’m throwing a band
Backwood, I’m smoking on gas, I’m finna fuck her then pass
Skrrt ’til I hop in a Wraith, and I’m running from 12 and I’m doing the dash (12)
Ooh, dripping like water
And she wanna fuck ’cause money up on her

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Niggas be talkin’ shit, but they ain’t with that shit for real
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass killed
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass spilled
You ain’t really real, you ain’t with that shit, for real
Nigga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you’s a lick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you should quit, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
This ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real

Play this song

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Play this song

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Play this song

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Intro]
Randolph, yeah, yeah
Zeeshan

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

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

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

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

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

[Outro: KSI]
Motherfucker (yeah)