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Verse : tell me if you do , tell me if you wanna —
Go to Southcenter , maybe even Zara
Peep some art exhibits in the mu-suem
Red and blue pill the way we CRUZEin
Watchin Queen & slim then we hit Bahamas
We can have a ball if you say you wanna
We can be travelin and movin
Gain inspiration , be each other’s muse then

Open the door as I walk behind
Fill up your tank while you chill inside
Go to a concert we can catch a vibeee
VIP tickets what a special night

Only doing things if it’s feelin right
Yeah Ain’t no forced energy
Wanna align like its symmetry
Mmm Love is the place to be
Lady are you in to me
I seek your companyyyy
You can still be friends with me

Hook: I peep your love language
I’m learning your mind
It’s not hard to say this , want you to be mine
This process is pain less , we’re taking climbs
Just let me arrange this …on valentines

Rosetta , yeah
Rosetta baby
Rosetta , oh
Rosetta stone

Repeat hook x2

Outro : tell me if you do , tell me if you wanna —
Go to Southcenter , maybe even Zara
Peep some art exhibits in the mu-suem
Red and blue pill the way we CRUZEin
Watchin Queen & slim then we hit Bahamas
We can have a ball if you say you wanna
We can be travelin and movin
Gain inspiration , be each other’s muse then

[Hook]
Kil ik word wakker denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Ik denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Young nigger denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Ik denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Young nigger denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Ik denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Commas, commas, ik denk aan commas commas
Is real life f**k je likes f**k je comments comments

[Verse]
Ik zei count up count up #Scootervoice jij kijkt van ‘’who dem boys?”
Young nigger get ya guap en speel broke #m’nmoedersvoice
Mannen praten buit mama zei niet praten als je eet
Shawty gaf me top en riep me naam, ze praat terwijl ze eet
Dan weer backa op me
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Ben in de club ik praat met owners, owners, owners, owners
Zij zien die guap in mij, wat dans je blij
Kil next time ben ik in die ollo dan betaalt ie mij
Peep me laag daaro VIP met een PYT
WDW? Baby zeg eens ‘’Aah” suck een niggers’ D, aaye
Suck een niggers D, suckanigga wie? Ben fukboiproof toch
Zij wou die neus net Rudolph, denk aan model thots op rooftops
Ben fotto cee plus squad plus drank plus druggas
Plus ik seer iets parttime, in die field toch waar jij?
Kil gooi een optie zie me jumpen net een lay up lay up
Oh jij denkt die pack is free? Want je bent goeie? Shawty pay up pay up

[Hook]
Kil ik word wakker denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Ik denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Young nigger denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Ik denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Young nigger denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Ik denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Commas, commas, ik denk aan commas commas
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[Couplet 1]
C’est gratuit pour les filles
Et les lascars peuvent rentrer
J’regrette mes délits que
Quand j’me fais serrer
J’aime les femmes nues car
Elles ne cachent pas d’armes
Donc je braque les bacs
Et les grands sans états d’armes
Paranoïaque comme Tony Mani
Sur le macadam va dire aux p’tits à l’Elysée
Qu’on ne vole pas le sac des dames
Je garde mes amis près de moi
Mes ennemis encore plus près
Mets nous bien ce soir balance la purée
Tout le monde debout
J’remplie ma vessie assis
J’peux me braquer sur la tempe
Mais jamais dans la che-bou
Et si j’dois partir
La mort ne m’aura pas vivant
Je l’a flanquerai divinement sur le divan
On est dans le pays des droits de stom’
Alors j’fais c’que j’veux
95 Capitale je paris sur la banlieue
J’suis al, J’suis al

[Refrain]
Une embrouille dans le quartier, dans la ville (J’suis al)
T’as besoin de quoi que ce soit au parloir (J’suis al)
Le quartier VIP c’est la banlieue depuis que (J’suis al)
Pour ma mère, ma famille Ster-Mini (J’suis al)
Si ta rate est trop bonne, t’es pas al (J’suis al)
Pour te ken sur scène MC (J’suis al)
J’suis al, J’suis al

[Couplet 2]
Pas de flingue dans la poche
Juste heureux que tu t’approches
Superman du ghetto
Sur mon torse elles ricochent
Ouvrir un coffre ça peut prendre
Cinq minutes ou cinq piges
Donc laisse-moi faire swinguer
Le peuple sur la piste
Balances des skeud, crunk, funk (DJ Miss)
Ce soir les raclis dans leurs sacs ont des manix
Mais elle, qu’est-ce qu’elle veut?
Brigitte, tête à tête ton mec
C’est quand il veut

[Refrain]
Une embrouille dans le quartier, dans la ville (J’suis al)
T’as besoin de quoi que ce soit au parloir (J’suis al)
Le quartier VIP c’est la banlieue depuis que (J’suis al)
Pour ma mère, ma famille Ster-Mini (J’suis al)
Si ta rate est trop bonne, t’es pas al (J’suis al)
Pour te ken sur scène MC (J’suis al)
J’suis al, J’suis al

[Couplet 3]
Mon tailleur est zaïrois et
Mon banquier est suisse
La classe 357 entre les cuisses
Ti’ mal, le savoir est une arme
Ne te laisse pas abattre
Que tu sois noir, blanc, jaune, arabe ou mulâtre
J’débarque l’arc de triomphe
Écarte ses beuj
Au casino la roulette est russe
La vie c’est pas un euj
J’suis al, J’suis al

[Pont]
Merguez-Frites ou Caviar
Je n’change pas (J’suis al)
De la cave au Ritz
Si j’te… (J’suis al)
Tête à tête à Gard du nord
Ou Châtelet Les Halles
Devenu le prince des lascars
Mais un ancien squale
J’suis al, J’suis al

[Refrain]
Une embrouille dans le quartier, dans la ville (J’suis al)
T’as besoin de quoi que ce soit au parloir (J’suis al)
Le quartier VIP c’est la banlieue depuis que (J’suis al)
Pour ma mère, ma famille Ster-Mini (J’suis al)
Si ta rate est trop bonne, t’es pas al (J’suis al)
Pour te ken sur scène MC (J’suis al)

[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]
IMixNation for real
Chophouze on the track

[Chorus]
Who can I trust?
Hop out the bed and go get some cash, the shit is a must
Yeah, I got a bag and you got a bag, but you ain’t like us
‘Cause I’m in the nosebleeds
Watch how you approach me
‘Cause I’ll give you cold feet
Who can I trust?
Hop out the bed and go get some cash, the shit is a must
Yeah, I got a bag and you got a bag, but you ain’t like us
‘Cause I’m in the nosebleeds
Watch how you approach me
‘Cause I’ll give you cold feet

[Verse 1]
I did some things that I’ll never admit
So many times that I wanted to quit
I lost myself, gave my heart to a bitch
I feel like Chief Keef ’cause I’m finally rich
Call up GP, get a pint just to sip, yeah
I’m tryna pour all my pain away
I pop a Perc’ but the pain’ll stay
So many days I ain’t have a way
I gotta watch who I’m with
Had to boss up and I got on my shit
I never switched up, I was always a Crip
So f**k what they say ’cause the Glock on my hip, yeah
Count the backend and I dip
Got straps in the club, got straps in the VIP
They show the fake love when you on your shit
But where was you was when I ain’t have this?
I feel like PD, he my angel
I never wanna be famous
I pray all this money don’t change us
I swear all this money won’t change us
I’m in the stu’ with my banger
I drop a hit, drop a banger
I shoot from all different angles
I shoot at all of you strangers, nigga

[Chorus]
Who can I trust?
Hop out the bed and go get some cash, the shit is a must
Yeah, I got a bag and you got a bag, but you ain’t like us
‘Cause I’m in the nosebleeds
Watch how you approach me
‘Cause I’ll give you cold feet
Who can I trust?
Hop out the bed and go get some cash, the shit is a must
Yeah, I got a bag and you got a bag, but you ain’t like us
‘Cause I’m in the nosebleeds
Watch how you approach me
‘Cause I’ll give you cold feet

[Verse 2]
Gotta move light when you walk in the streets
Gotta be careful ’cause shit can get deep
You get ate up if they find out you weak
When you got racks ’cause niggas want beef
Been through so much, I can barely get sleep
I feel like the devil is after me
I can’t let it show that it bother me
I be in a daze, I can’t pass the weed
I got a lot on my mind
I think about murder, I think about crime
I think about LiLi just most of the time
‘Cause my baby girl got a hell of a vibe
I got a lot on my plate
I gotta stay up-to-date
I gotta carry this weight
Make sure my family straight
I feel like Lil Zay, he my angel
Love I got for you is dangerous
I’m glad I ain’t get that abortion
So I gotta give you a fortune
Baby mama always had my back
I left her for a bitch that only wanted racks
But you stayed down and I respect that
‘Cause if you did that to me, I couldn’t deal with that

[Chorus]
Who can I trust?
Hop out the bed and go get some cash, the shit is a must
Yeah, I got a bag and you got a bag, but you ain’t like us
‘Cause I’m in the nosebleeds
Watch how you approach me
‘Cause I’ll give you cold feet
Who can I trust?
Hop out the bed and go get some cash, the shit is a must
Yeah, I got a bag and you got a bag, but you ain’t like us
‘Cause I’m in the nosebleeds
Watch how you approach me
‘Cause I’ll give you cold feet

[Outro]
Chophouze
Hop out the bed and go get some cash, the shit is a must
Yeah, I got a bag and you got a bag, but you ain’t like us
‘Cause I’m in the nosebleeds
Watch how you approach me
‘Cause I’ll give you cold feet
Who can I trust?

[Chorus]
Bitches love us niggas hate us
Be safe tho
I think ya whole team fakin
Be safe tho
Every time my nigga be out
Be safe tho
Bout every bitch you hit was basic
Be safe tho

[Verse]
I love them 50s and them hunnids
We chase those
I’m only married to the money
We shake hoes
Niggas still plotting tryna build the bankroll
I don’t put a bitch before the homies
I don’t break code
Niggas ain’t know how to work since we popped out
If it’s an issue sad to say we pull the Glock out
Niggas chatting so we show em what the knots bout
I ain’t really talkin less the money gettin dropped out
I ain’t never have no mom and dad money
I just had you gotta hustle get it fast money
Four years the the only thing I had was cash money
Had to hustle harder so I found a way to stash money
Niggas tryna whip foreigns and pop tags now
I hear em talkin I ignore em in the bag now
They was sleepin now ya boy could really brag now
On the road to riches I ain’t f**kin with the rags now
New niggas hit my phone since I cashed out
Bitches that ain’t want me claiming that I smashed now
Tryna get ya boy caught up and they assed out
Now we gettin money I could change my forecast now
The only time I hit it raw is if that shit fat
We get the money spend a check and get that shit back
She love the bread so her head by the six pack
These hoes swear they love me but I never love the bitch back

[Chorus]
Bitches love us niggas hate us
Be safe tho
I think ya whole team fakin
Be safe tho
Every time my nigga be out
Be safe tho
Bout every bitch you hit was basic
Be safe tho

[Steel Sev Verse]
Steel
It’s Steel Sev from the south
Where niggas ain’t talkin they just pull up to ya house
Put that 40 to ya bitch
Blow her blains on her blouse
Grab the work, then we out
No such thing as a drought
My niggas eatin, like yea we feastin
And if it’s problems then we creepin, like we ain’t sleepin
Til we find em then we squeezin, yea we squeezin
He ain’t come with us believe em, like nigga leave em
Be safe tho
All a nigga know is get them pesos
My bankroll, Jewish for the lawyer, bet the case close
You chase hoes, me I replace those
40 on my side or, pull up with that draco
Them hoes do what I say so
Cause they see me flex
Pull up VIP, lookin like a check
Diamonds all on me, shit be drippin wet
Ya bitch all on me, said I got her wet
Boy I got this tech
Better stay in ya lane
I mean my niggas really gettin that change
And put a hole in ya brain
I’m talkin take you outta the frame
Man I’m different don’t compare me to lames
I’m all bout the change
I hit the club and do my Henny Dance
Chopper spin em like a ceiling fan
Pull up in a minivan, with the mask and the mac
Heard his ass was a rat
We gon go lay him flat
Steel

[Chorus]
Bitches love us niggas hate us
Be safe tho
I think ya whole team fakin
Be safe tho
Every time my nigga be out
Be safe tho
Bout every bitch you hit was basic
Be safe tho

I’ve been on the road a lot
Leather jackets and ripped jeans all I got
Now I pull so easy like a chip shot
This tour bus got me acting like a big shot
Pretty girls try to get my attention
Boston girls all in my twitter mentions
They’re really trying to make that connection but
We’re only chilling in the VIP section
There’s this one chick
She stays on my mind
Haven’t seen her in years
Feels like a past life
Hope she might notice me or
Peep my tweets
Been tryna warm up
But she’s still acting coldly
I just wanna kick it
Have a drink and catch up
She probably thinks
I’m only trying to f**k
Ya I wouldn’t mind it
But I want something more cus
I think she’s the one
I’m bending over backwards for

Bending
Backwards
For you girl
For you
(x2)

I meet a lot of girls on the road
Can’t say I don’t mind it
But it’s soon getting old
Don’t like to name drop but
Now I might have to
Call me soon Elizabeth
Really wanna talk to you
On our own paths
Doing our own things
Both still in school
But I’m going out on limbs
Hope you’ve been well
Damn it’s been a while
Haven’t seen you in a minute
I’ve got a new style
Let me take you out
Show you how I changed
Used to be shy
But now I’m in the game
You can hit my line
I really won’t mind
Usually I’m busy
But for you I’ll make time
Sorry I’m crushing
Hope I got you blushing
Really not bluffing
I hope the song got you humming
Can give you all my loving
Turn nothing into something
Wanna see you in the crowd
When the lights are all flashing
For sure

Bending
Backwards
For you girl
For you
(x2)

[Verse 1]
We drinking out the bottle f**k shots
I’m all about the guap
You say you getting money but you not
Headed to the top I ain’t gon’ stop now
Two bad bitches on me
So gone I can’t see
Finna get turnt all bottles on me, yeah

[Hook]
I’m faded, I’m faded
Pass me the bottle pretty lady
Let’s get this party going escalated
Only want you for tonight don’t try to play me
f**k them other dudes that you dated
They don’t compare to me I’ll treat you like a lady
Them lips of your have me going crazy
And that ass never cease to amaze me

[Verse 2]
We in the club, VIP entrance
Everything I told you, I swear I meant it
Me, hennessy, and you
Ima turn you on get you in the mood
Dylan’s in the back popping bottles
Throwing dollars, cooling with some models
I just wanna see you drop it low
Shake that ass
Drop it to the floor

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I know you love to party girl, so let’s go
Ima put in work, yeah you know that’s for sure
Turning up to the early morning
Hope the neighbors ain’t gon’ hear all that moaning
You won’t do it for them, but you do it for me
I got my mind on you, because you’re all I need
Don’t be tripping baby because I mean it for real
Now let’s head back to my crib so we can seal the deal
Let’s end the conversation baby
I hope you know you drive me crazy
You know I’ll treat you like a lady
f**k them hoes, and them bitches they don’t phase me
I’m all about the money, all about the guap
And I ain’t gon’ stop hustling til I’m at the top
Put you in a Porsche, put you on a yacht
I want it all I’m balling hard and y’all not

[Hook]

[Outro]
We gon’ get faded, we gon’ turn it up
Tell the DJ play my song, and turn it up
Club heating up I can’t get enough
Need you by my side, can’t get enough

[Intro]
(808 Mafia)
Yeah, believe me, shit wasn’t easy
Why the f**k you wanna be me?
Why the f**k you wanna be this shit?
Looking at me far as leadership
Pointed me: “You gonna be the VIP.”
No questions asked, I over see this shit
Until we all over seas and shit
I do the f**k out my job, I’m just waiting on M after
M after, M after, M after, after M, nigga

[Verse]
Do all you want, bitch, we do all we can
I’m from Westside Detroit, every night ambulance
Everyday niggas starve, every night I would cringe
Every talk go” Yo, they just let who out the pin?”
I just jumped out the gym, finna jump out again
A three niggas, three piece, that’s a boom, bop, babam
Couldn’t snatch up my brother, took body instead
Niggas pop pop pa pop and go pop at ya mans
Man, that shit ain’t for kids, man, that shit ain’t pretend
How we ‘posed to move forward?
How we ‘posed to advance?
How the f**k my whole entire city in debt
How the f**k my whole entire city a threat?
Got the game from my grandma, black nigga big target
I never showed defeat, nigga, no sandals
I go get that shit, nigga, risk it and gamble
Don’t wish for no shit, I just blew out of the candles

[Outro]
This is 9-1-2, check a dispatch

[Verse 1]
Hold up
Heard you were talking ‘bout me
What’s up?
Is it hard to confront me?
And I know what you said (I know what you said)
And I know what it meant (I know what it meant)
And you can’t take it back (Nah, nah)
You can’t take it back now
Showed up (Showed up)
Wearing the same dress just like me (Like me, yeah)
It’s rough (It’s rough)
To not be good enough
Runner up
Run your mouth
When you’re out of luck
Now I want you dead (Now I want you dead)
For all the shit you said (All the shit you said)
But I’m not wasting more time

[Chorus]
So tell me why you so obsessed with me?
You know that you can’t compete
Honey, you’re no VIP
Not trying to be mean
So tell me why you so obsessed with me?
I know that I’m not crazy
Honey, are you just lonely?
I’m not trying to be mean
But you’re making me
Lose my mind
Test my temper
Said you didn’t
But I know better, babe
Whatever
It doesn’t matter to me, yeah
Doesn’t matter to me, yeah
Oooooh

[Verse 1]
Hold up
Heard you were talking ‘bout me
What’s up?
Is it hard to confront me?
And I know what you said (I know what you said)
I know what it meant (I know what it meant)
But you can’t take it back

[Chorus]
So tell me why you so obsessed with me?
You know that you can’t compete
Honey, you’re no VIP
Not trying to be mean
So tell me why you so obsessed with me?
I know that I’m not crazy
Honey, are you just lonely?
I’m not trying to be mean
But you’re making me

[Outro]
Why you so obsessed with me? (Why you so obsessed?)
Tell me why (Tell me why)
Lose my mind
Test my temper
Said you didn’t
(Tell me why, tell me why)
But I know better, babe
(I know better, babe)
(I know better)
Whatever
It doesn’t matter to me
Doesn’t matter to me, ooooh

Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
(Hey girl)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Excuse me, beg your pardon girl
Do you have any idea what you startin’ girl?
You got me tingling, come to me mingling
Steppin’ off, lookin’ bootylicious and jingling
When you walk, I see you baby girl
When you talk, I believe it baby girl
I like that, thick-petite n’ pretty
Little touch is a ditty
Love to work the kitty like purr, she loves to stir it up purr
I can hear her purring up
Cause shes the type that’ll get arousy of
Get you excited and call her boyfriend up
(Oh no)
What’s the plan without the plan B
We can meet up at the hutter house for the TV
So stand by like a butty pass
While I watch this beautiful thang shake that ass
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
(Hey girl)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
(Hey girl)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Girl, I must say you the flyest thang in here
So hot we gon’ need some rain in here
Type to make ex-gangstas bang in here
Girl you could do anything you want in here
Clown if you want to, frown if you want to
You ain’t even gotta drop down if you want to
Cause I’d rather see you shake it standin’
Either way you do it girl you look outstandin’
And now you got me spending
The way you got that body bendin
Ass like that girl you gotta be kickin’
And we goin’ to church next day repentant
Lap dancing for my FA crew
Slide it ova to boo cause he want some too
Up in the VIP with no fee
Blessing you with the G even though we gettin’ it free so
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
(Hey girl)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
(Hey girl)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Girl, shake ya body body wit somebody, body
Whatever you do don’t break your body, body
After the party party, grab a hottie hottie
In the back seat of your Maserati-rati
Jiggle jiggle it to the left
Jiggle jiggle it to the right
Jiggle it to the front then jiggle it to the back
And jiggle jiggle it all, all night
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
(Hey girl)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
(Hey girl)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
(Hey girl)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer

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[Intro]
Mm god what I need
Straight pill pop
I don’t need lean
Pussy and pill pop
Huh, yeah

[Chorus]
Baby you got what I need
Pussy and pill pop
Dont smoke weed
Give me top in the rari back seat (Uh)
Feelings I caught like a taxi
Now you hitting my phone mad at me ’cause I’m chilling with my bros, sipping on cough syrup
Cheating on the low, yeah I know it’s absurd
Getting to the dough I count it up faster

[Verse]
Told her I don’t got shit for a hoe
In the studio I’m trapping hard
Hundred a brick is not for the low
I told that bitch to play her part
If she smart she gon’ hold all the drugs all the posts
Then take my case from me, I po-po
In exchange for that I’ll give her coke
Y’all know she in live with the coco
Do lines on my dick take a photo
Verizon I got connections hoe
My time is specially special hoe
In the VIP section with Louis on
Looking for a extra hoe
It’s just in case my main one leave the other one going be down to go
Scratch him off the list in the crack she hold my brief
I fell in live with one of them the worst mistake I could’ve did
The police come she swallowed the drugs
The same way that she swallow my kids
And the look on her eyes reminds me of my wrist

[Bridge]
Remind me of my wrist
Reminds me of my wrist
The look in her eyes
Remind me of my wrist
It reminds me of my wrist (Damn)

[Chorus]
Baby you got what I need
Pussy and pill pop
Dont smoke weed
Give me top in the rari back seat (Uh)
Feelings I caught like a taxi
Now you hitting my phone mad at me ’cause I’m chilling with my bros, sipping on cough syrup
Cheating on the low, yeah I know it’s absurd
Getting to the dough I count it up faster

Play this song

[Intro]
Hitmaka!

[Chorus: Jacquees]
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind, mind (No)
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind, yeah
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind, mind (No)
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Fabolous, Fabolous & Jacquees]
Uh, they be thinkin’ I be daydreamin’
Yeah, but on the real, I be bae dreamin’
Niggas tryna get at me, stay schemin’
Callin’ me Jodeci, told Alexa, “Play “Feenin’”
I can’t get you off of my mind
You know it’s hard to get it all for the grind
Had to make you VIP, get you off of that line
Since your ex been throwin’ shade, hit you up for some shine, you know?

[Pre-Chorus: Fabolous]
Put them rocks on her body like a stone massage
Doors go up on the car like the home garage
How ’bout me, you, and this money have our own ménage?
Hit you later, make sure your phone is charged

[Chorus: Jacquees]
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind (Off my mind)
Mind (No)
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind
Yeah (Hey)
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind (Off my mind)
Mind (Ooh)
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Yeah, got you all up in my thought process
No more dreamin’ ’bout you, time to let them thoughts progress
Turnin’ into reality like it’s Love & Hip-Hop
Haters can’t stand the rain but watchin’ every drip-drop
Workin’ out and eatin’ good, get your shape in tip-top
And always slides through for me, you don’t ever flip-flop
‘Less it’s that designer with Chanel C’s on ’em
Or the Gucci G’s on ’em, Louis LV’s on ’em

[Pre-Chorus: Fabolous]
Thinkin’ ’bout that head got me mind-blown
In the drop top, had my mind gone
Like minds think alike, what your mind on?
Play that “I Can’t Get You Off My Mind” song, yeah

[Chorus: Jacquees]
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind (Off my mind)
Mind (No)
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind
Yeah (Hey)
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind (Off my mind)
Mind (Ooh)
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Jacquees]
You’re stuck in my head (Yeah), can’t get you out (Out)
Yeah, swear you’re my drug (Drug), I can’t live without
I’m on your team, babe (Yeah), you’re hot like the ball (Rock)
Give it to me, I’ll score (Yeah)
It’s an easy decision (Right), for you, I’d listen (Yeah)
Girl, you got my attention
You’re my holster, I’m the 9, my Glock 9, never leavin’ you (You)
Yes, I need you by my side (My side)
Protect me, I’ll protect you
I’m ready (Ready), this love 50/50
Keep it a hundred with me, baby (Yeah)
I’ma take the lead, they follow (Oh)
I’m jumpin’ off the deep, no shallow (Shallow)

[Chorus: Jacquees]
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind (I can’t get you off my mind)
Mind (Oh)
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind (Off my mind), yeah
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind (Off my mind)
Mind (No)
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t getcha, getcha off my mind (Off my mind), yeah, yeah

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[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Yeah (Boat), yeah, yeah, yeah (Boat)
Yeah, yeah (Trippie), yeah, yeah (Pi’erre)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I’m million dollar nigga, I don’t follow rules (I don’t)
Million-dollar nigga, I dropped out of school (Dropped out of school)
I’m a million-dollar nigga, millions all on jewels (All my jewels)
Million-dollar nigga on your avenue (On your avenue)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Woo, yeah
I’m a six-figure nigga, seven-figure nigga, eight-figure nigga
Nine-figure nigga, a ten-figure nigga
It’s me and my bitch and I’m gettin’ rich with her
She bounce on that dick so I call that bitch Tigger
I’m in China so you know I’m boolin’ with my chiggas
You get lined up, send a couple shots just like the Clippers
I want mine, yeah, bitch, I’m worth couple fuckin’ M’s, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I’m million dollar nigga, I don’t follow rules (I don’t)
Million-dollar nigga, I dropped out of school (Dropped out of school)
I’m a million-dollar nigga, millions all on jewels (All my jewels)
Million-dollar nigga on your avenue (On your avenue)

[Verse 2: Pi’erre Bourne]
Catch my drift (Catch my drift), Tokyo Drift (Tokyo Drift)
I’m in Japan (I’m in Japan), one night stand (One night stand)
She give buns like gift, .23, yeah, you pimp, ooh
We don’t need no list, uh, we walk in, we VIP, ooh
Beyblade, let it rip, ayy, she won’t let me live
Trapped up in my crib, ayy, gang move a lil’ flip, ayy
She talking ’bout “we”, gave her Nintendo Switch
Ringing on my bitch, yeah, I’m rich

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I’m million dollar nigga, I don’t follow rules (I don’t)
Million-dollar nigga, I dropped out of school (Dropped out of school)
I’m a million-dollar nigga, millions all on jewels (All my jewels)
Million-dollar nigga on your avenue (On your avenue)

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[Intro: Juice WRLD]
808 Pound
Bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna

[Chrous: Juice WRLD]
Shine bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna (Yeah)
Eyes low, so low, that ain’t marijuana (Yeah)
Just me, solo, I don’t need nobody (Yeah)
All alone with five pints of Wock’, that’s a party (Yeah)
Shorty came from Hong Kong, know a lil’ karate
Shot her boyfriend in the stomach, now he doin’ the Ricky Bobby (Huh)
Dior on my shades, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)
I ain’t throwing shade but I can’t see nobody, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Pull out the big guns, they run from me
I always keep one, I’m no dummy
I’ma go get a AP, I’ll be shining
Tony Hawk Pro Skater 3, I’m grinding
Play your bitch like a PlayStation
Every day in L.A. it’s a vacation
Ha ha, laughing at these haters
Broke as a bitch, they ain’t getting paper
Yeah, no more fighting over money, I’m a rich guy
Nowadays, I’m probably fighting over the Wi-Fi
You know that nigga that always got bad phone connection, yeah I’m that guy

[Chrous: Juice WRLD]
Shine bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna (Yeah)
Eyes low, so low, that ain’t marijuana (Yeah)
Just me, solo, I don’t need nobody (Yeah)
All alone with five pints of Wock’, that’s a party (Yeah)
Shorty came from Hong Kong, know a lil’ karate
Shot her boyfriend in the stomach, now he doin’ the Ricky Bobby (Huh)
Dior on my shades, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)
I ain’t throwing shade but I can’t see nobody, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
(Lil Boat)
Like I’m Stevie with the lights off
Fuck her with my ice on, had to cop that Wock’, the price was right like the game show (Ice)
How you love that ho we made that lil’ bitch do the gang, ho
I’m filled up like Jenga
Get that, flip that, lick that
I need to know, lick on her tits, no speel
Shoot with the gang in the VIP
This lil’ bitch name Tiffany her favorite color teal
Hmm, that makes sense, ’cause zodiacs are real (Alright)
I be dealing with these hating niggas for some time
Ain’t gon’ start shit, never in the dark I shine
Bitch, I’m under 21, I do not drink no wine
I fucked that bitch listening to me, not no Ginuwine

[Chrous: Juice WRLD & Lil Yachty]
Shine bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna (Lil Boat)
Eyes low, so low, that ain’t marijuana (Yeah)
Just me, solo, I don’t need nobody (Yeah)
All alone with five pints of Wock’, that’s a party (Yeah)
Shorty came from Hong Kong, know a lil’ karate
Shot her boyfriend in the stomach, now he doin’ the Ricky Bobby (Huh)
Dior on my shades, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)
I ain’t throwing shade but I can’t see nobody, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)

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[Intro: Young Thug]
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin (DJ Durel)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I whipped up in Beverly Hills, but it wasn’t sushi (That big, big Birkin bag, that Birkin, yeah)
I couldn’t afford her, that she was way better at Hooters (Took out a order, woah)
I gave her .40, took brand new AK to a shooter (Shootin’ in 4K)
I can get a nigga ass smoked for a bowl of noodles (I can get a nigga ass smoked, woah)
I gave her 40 clip, take to the woadie, the shooter (Woah)
I brought the Carbon 15 and it’s tall as a ruler (Woah)
I had the daughter come see, I thought it was voodoo (Woah)
I left the car parked outside of the boogaloos (Skrrt, woah)
You don’t go Need for Speed, yeah, I just been movin’ ’em (I keep it goin’, poom, poom)
I been done trapped some tree, and I just been boolin’ in (I’m in the hospital, yeah)
I need to catch me some Zs, ’cause I just been booted up (I need to get me some sleep)
I had your bitch on her knees and I told her toot it up (Had this bitch on her knees)
Fish fork, ayy, I whip my wrist, I deep fry dope, oh baby
Acrobatic door Mulsanne I bought my baby
Florida water, pussy pink, I make her basin
Flawless diamonds, some are pink like a Mercedes

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)

[Verse 2: Lil Duke & Young Thug]
Richest as it get, hundred on my wrist
Hundred on the necklace, hundred on the clip
Hundred on his head, I just splat a flip
Hundred on my bitch, couple of cribs
I can never rat, I can stack the chips
I will never fuck her, I just got the lip
I just gotta love it, I just gotta kill it
I just gave her chrome, I just got a VIP
Hoppin’ out a jet, I can get her wet
Louboutin chest, under my neck
I came with the drugs, Hi-Tectavis
V’s on my neck, as big as it gets
I came for nothin’, too fuckin’ restless
I’m a slimeball, baby, I’m treacherous
Iced out Hermès belt like a wrestler
Fuck her good, but I never kept her (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)

[Outro: Young Thug]
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin

[Intro]
Hit ’em with the Jab
Buddah Bless this beat

[Verse 1]
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit
They like who the fuck is this with this ice ass wrist? (Glock)
And this fresh ass fit and this bad ass bitch
How the fuck he get her? Man, this bitch too thick
I’m courtside in Dior
Yeah I’m courtside with your daughter (Yeah, yeah)
Chicken strips and fries what I order, uh
And please don’t forget the honey mustard (Baby, please, uh)
She like she gotta pee, I said, “Go, ho,” I can’t miss the quarter (Go)
I do this shit with ease, I put the E in extortion (Yeah)
But I been comin’ down lately ’cause I been tourin’, yeah
Madison Square Garden, I seen ‘Bron score 40, uh (On God)
Man, I swear to God, in New York I had my forty (New York)
Money real tall so you cannot call me Shorty (Uh-uh)
With the same gang, never change, just like Jordan
My bankroll enormous, just like Norbit
Girlfriend, yup, got them big Benjamins
Big backends, yup, big dividends (Racks)
And that Benz, it’s so fast, it blend in with the wind
I need a house so big that the den got a den (Goddamn, the fuck?)

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (On God)
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Verse 2]
Young nigga lit (Lit)
This young nigga lit (Yeah)
I hit my first lick and didn’t look back ever since, uh
Nigga, that ain’t this, yeah, I need every cent (Yeah)
I need mine like a pimp (Yeah), six figures on my fit (Yeah)
Let me kick my shit (What?), these shoes cost your rent
Bitch can’t get shit, might just give her a hint (Bitch)
I park the whip in the VIP, but I didn’t get some lip (Yeah)
On my pistol I grip (Fire), the only time I bust quick, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit (Hold up)
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (Yeah)
Bitch, let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Outro]
Glizzock

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I need a bitch that can pull me a bitch
Or turn a trick, or better yet, turn me on to a lick
I hope to know she a ho, who, who ain’t scared of this shit
I hope to know without a pimp, she a regular bitch
I give her gang for every situation, have her infatuated
I got the gift of gab, and the conversation who’s the nation
I need a couple more to expect Gucci’s operation
The one Matroppa Rapper, pimpin is my ocupation
So stop all that hezatation, all that procrastonation
Cooperation leads to indulging and fornacation
So Fruit, you say you love me, but bitch, I love the loot
I coppin blow, I’m in persute of a new prostitute

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse2: Fruity]
What you know about a ass shaking, money making nigga
Break a bitch, on some pimp shit, call me a pimp bitch
A surtified man, ? these hoes?
Tell him bring my money back, sure my shits in tackt, bitch
I say these bitches dreams, tell these hoes they on my team
A ? lookin ho, just done with ? skeem
Let me tell all you niggas a lil something bout me
I’m well trained, I’m off the chain, nigga, I ain’t ?

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse 3: Fruty]
Some bitches talk the talk, but I be walking the walk
My nigga Gucci round M up, and I make sure they trick off
Dolo might, but I will, fuck you ? the ticket, pay yo meal
Some bitches need X, but my pussy be red and wet
Got so much game, guess you can say I’m a poetic pimp
VIP type bitch, I strut, fuck a limp
Niggas eyes be romen, when they see me pass
They wanna grab on this ass, I’m straight dropping for cash
? place a pillo under my knees?
Sippin and slerppin and spit
Hit a split and and slow ride yo dick, when I’m turnin tricks
All for the love of the straight drop clique
My nigga, all for the love of the straight drop clique

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I slime you out, so I have you on this wing jet
I slime you out, and split it with the team, yeah
I slime you out, we pull up with the sting, yeah
I slime you out, [?] with a machine, yeah
I slime you out, I slime you motherfuckers out
I slime you out, we comin’ burnin’ up your house
I slime you out, you can see it in my eyes
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Karlae & Young Thug]
Outside lookin’ in, there is no comparison
You put them bitches in a line and I’ll embarrass them
Magnificently written, all this shit that I be kickin’
Ain’t no lions in the jungle, really all these bitches kittens
Who they kiddin’, they be smitten
Tell ’em bye and then good riddance
And they freestyles bye, I can tell that shit go written (slime)
Excuse me! See we different
Everybody out here braggin’ ’bout their dough
But when it’s time to spend that money, where that bread go?
I beat that shit like congo, I pass hoes Rondo (slat)
Then I go inside that Louis purse, run ho
Proudly I kick shit, with thousands money pilin’ up
Y’all be on that internet, but money is not dialin’ up
Your wild dreams ain’t wild enough, so what you come at me for?
I’ll invade your lane, I suggest you take a detour (woo, woo, woo!)
And please check the decor, and y’all drinkin’, we pour
Never say that we poor, y’all keep actin’
Bitch I’m goin’ Eeyore, is it just me or… these hoes need to level up?
Just bought a green Birkin, call her 7-Up
Your real isn’t real enough, so tell me what you fishin’ for

[Refrain: Karlae]
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I slime you out, so I have you on this wing jet
I slime you out, and split it with the team, yeah
I slime you out, we pull up with the sting, yeah
I slime you out, [?] with a machine, yeah
I slime you out, I slime you motherfuckers out
I slime you out, we comin’ burnin’ up your house
I slime you out, you can see it in my eyes
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I scream “Slime, slime, slime,” they come in a rush
I got snakes tatted on me and my chain on my neck
I slimed up my grandma
Diamonds on my Cartiers, I see farther than Farrakhan (woo)
I know niggas gettin’ extorted, like the common cold
I done ate cereal out a plate, I done ate cereal out a bowl
Niggas ain’t slimy enough, niggas ain’t grimy enough
I got black diamonds like my grandpa’s snuff
Way more money than you
Ain’t no sympathy, no
Niggas’ll wipe your nose like you’re sick, you know?
All my niggas shoot first like a damn intro
I get boxes of dough, Kimbo
You a slimy motherfucker Karlae, tell ’em the truth
You’ll catch a body for me, motherfucker, tell ’em the truth
All of these thotties ’bout to think I’m super slimey for you
But you the hottest in the mothafucka, that’s my boo, yeah

[Refrain: Karlae]
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough

[Verse 3: Duke]
I’ll slime you out (slime you out)
All these other bitches thirsty, they want clout (they want clout)
Dick in her mouth (dick in your mouth)
I’m on her hip like a pouch (pouch)
She like when I’m beat her down (down)
Man ringin’ bells in the town (brrt)
I was just servin’ them ounces (ounces)
Now we poppin’ them bottles
We all in the VIP and we standin’ on couches (couches)
Surrounded by nothin’ but vultures (vultures)
I gotta keep it in motion (motion)
You see me, you know that I’m totin’ (totin’)
Playin’ ’bout none of my bros
And if I see you, I’m wipin’ your nose

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I slime you out, so I have you on this wing jet
I slime you out, and split it with the team, yeah
I slime you out, we pull up with the sting, yeah
I slime you out, [?] with a machine, yeah
I slime you out, I slime you motherfuckers out
I slime you out, we comin’ burnin’ up your house
I slime you out, you can see it in my eyes
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Intro]
Boston

[Hook: Aminé]
My wrist sore (true), my wrist sore (true)
You don’t want no problems, bitch, no hiccups
No hiccups, no hiccups
He ain’t bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups
I don’t trust no one
My wrist is lookin frozen

[Post Hook: Aminé]
Ice cold, too cold, numb
Might re-e-e-e-e-ewind
Gave her dick and then I split, mhm
Workin’ like I got a shift, mhm
Youngest nigga poppin’ shit, mhm
Don’t want no kids that’s bad as shit, yeah
Had my whole my whole life give and go, mhm
24, now 24, mhm
Diamonds on my bi-i-i-itch, mhm
That’s drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm

[Verse 1: Aminé]
Ass fat, bring it right back
I-I’m in the VIP, cause they pay me for this shit
Imma be here if I be here
That’s your car note on my wrist

[Hook: Aminé]
My wrist sore, my wrist sore
You don’t want no problems, bitch, no hiccups
No hiccups, no hiccups
He ain’t bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups
I don’t trust no one (no one!)
My wrist is lookin frozen

[Post Hook: Aminé]
Ice cold, too cold, numb
I re-e-e-e-ewind
Gave her dick and then I split (Fuck a birkin)
Workin’ like I got a shift (Puttin’ work in)
Youngest nigga poppin’ shit (Bitch I’m certain)
Don’t want no kids that’s bad as shit (Hold up, I had plans)
Had my whole life give and go (That shit right back)
24, now 24 (Yeah, it’s like that)
Diamonds on my bi-i-i-i-itch, mhm
That’s drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Diamonds on my bitch, mhm
Cuban bracelets on my wrist, mhm
You hear that we got rich, mhm
Michael Jordan for the kids, mhm
I collect it like a bridge, mhm
Copped my bitch the latest Mercedes-Benz
I was all alone, Young Gunna ain’t got no friends
We just went to the mall and spent a couple bands
I’ll talk it all and end up shakin’ hands
She offer me some pussy my finesse
My first baguettes lookin’ like some glass
Might pull the pedal tryna do the dash

[Outro: Aminé]
Mhm
Mhm
Mhm

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window?
Before you come outside, I got the M4
Took her to the endzone from The Ends, though
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for?
All that out-your-name shit, that ain’t called for, mm

[Verse 1]
Who that creepin’? Know the tint is dark (five percent)
All that fall-in-love shit, got it Kevin Hart (yeah, yeah)
All that speed and fly shit, we might teleport, yuh (skrr, skrr)
All that cop a rack shit, I might clip a sarge, yuh (twelve)
Keep bouncin’ that ass, you just might get award, yeah
If she bad, she get a pass into the tour (passes yeah)
I pick through the family, grab the bad sister like Janet
Opps outside, don’t panic
Gotta switch, gotta change up transit
Still jump around, move antsy
And I still don’t like shit fancy
Up late feelin’ real chancy
They outside really tryna end me, yeah

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window? (my window)
Before you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the endzone from The Ends, though (yah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (eah)
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (yah)
All that out-your-name shit, that ain’t called for (yah)

[Verse 2]
Who the fuck is this?
Met somebody baby mama inside of the VIP
While I’m tryna tip
Shawty said she holding, got a razor in her lip
Mix my cup and twist one up, I love that ratchet shit
She like “I-I-Iced out wrist, iced out, iced out wrist” (iced out wrist)
Fuck don’t kiss, fuck, she fuck don’t kiss (mwah)
Look like friends, but she say they twins (twins)
Jump right in, there’s leg room in this Benz (leg room in this Benz)
Ten miles to the crib, you know that’s deep (deep, yeah)
I think there’s someone out there watching me, yeah

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window? (my window, who?)
Before you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the end zone from The Ends, though (yeah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (lick)
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (yah, Jack)
All that out your new shit, that ain’t called for (yah)

[Outro]
Who’s that creeping through my window?
Before you come outside, I got the M4
Took her to the end zone from The Ends, though
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more

(feat. Big Baby Tape & TVETH)

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

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

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

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

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

Rénshēng shì chǎng jìshí bǐsài
Liǎng bǎi mài de shísù chōngpò jīngcǎi
Jiùsuàn xià yī miǎo yǒu diǎndiǎn yìwài
Jiāo’ào shì wǒ bù biàn bù miè de zītài
Shì shéi hūlüèle nǐ de cúnzài
Kào shílì fāshēng jiāng liúyán jíbài
Yòng jīyù shūxiě nǐ de wèilái
Bié ràng jìyì liú xià shéi hé shéi de kòngbái
Bù yán bài de yītiān yītiān
Bù hòutuì dì xiàng qián xiàng qián
Tāmen shuō nǐ bùzhī shēnqiǎn
Cóng nǐ qǐdiǎn cāicè zhōngdiǎn
Zǒng yǒu yītiān ràng tāmen bàoqiàn
Shìjiè kànzhe nǐ zài biǎoyǎn
Měi gè dòngzuò chéngwéi jiāodiǎn
Wǔtái shàng nà dōu shì fèidiǎn
Wǒ yòng wǒ xuǎnzé de lù
Gěi shìjiè kàn wǒ tàidù
Bù zhuīzhú tǎntú bù zhǔnbèi fúshū
Xuǎnzé yītiáo jiāo’ào de lù

Ràng shìjiè gèng hǎo ràng yīnyuè gèng zào
Ràng wǒmen yīqǐ wéi kuàilè jiān jiào

Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
Wǒ shì ài qí yì VIP huìyuán wǒ jiāo’ào
Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
Wǒ shì ài qí yì VIP huìyuán wǒ jiāo’ào

Shì shéi hūlüèle nǐ de cúnzài
Kào shílì fāshēng jiāng liúyán jíbài
Yòng jīyù shūxiě nǐ de wèilái
Bié ràng jìyì liú xià shéi hé shéi de kòngbái
Bù yán bài de yītiān yītiān
Bù hòutuì dì xiàng qián xiàng qián
Tāmen shuō nǐ bùzhī shēnqiǎn
Cóng nǐ qǐdiǎn cāicè zhōngdiǎn
Zǒng yǒu yītiān ràng tāmen bàoqiàn
Shìjiè kànzhe nǐ zài biǎoyǎn
Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
Wǒ shì ài qí yì VIP huìyuán wǒ jiāo’ào
Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
Wǒ shì ài qí yì VIP huìyuán wǒ jiāo’ào
Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
Wǒ shì ài qí yì VIP huìyuán wǒ jiāo’ào
Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
Wǒ shì ài qí yì VIP huìyuán wǒ jiāo ào

[Verse 1]
Lately I don’t wanna sleep (I don’t wanna go to sleep)
‘Cause my life feel better than my dreams (my life is better than my dreams)
I’m in Hollywood, I’m on the scene (I’m on the scene)
But everything ain’t what it seems
Everybody gonna treat you different when you on (on, on)
I just hope when they talk they remember my name when I’m gone (gone, gone)
Cut my grass lawn, see the snakes (eh)
Dunno how to collide on my face
They want a piece, see stacking my cake (woah)
I’ma disappear, won’t leave a trace (woah)

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Girl, I’m calling your phone, ‘cause I’m poppin’ the pills again (popping the pills again)
Girl, I’m lying to you when I say I’ll never lie again (you know I’ma lie again)
I’m gettin’ old, I’m scared I don’t want the rockstar life to end
And I’m livin’ the shit that I write ‘cause it’s hard to pretend

[Chorus]
My life will never be the same (ya, I won’t be the same)
But I’m scared I’ll never gonna change (ya, I’ll never to change)
I’m addicted to the money and fame (ya)
I’m tryna control these thoughts in my brain (ya)
I’m scared I’m never gonna change, ya (ya)
I’m scared I’ll never gonna change (ya)
I’m addicted to the money and fame (you feel, ah)
I’m tryna control these thoughts in my brain (ya)

[Verse 2]
When they ask me if I’m good, I say “ya” but I’m not (not)
My bro is still homeless and he’s still cookin’ on the pot (pot)
He said, “I gotta get this money on the road,” I hope he don’t get caught (caught)
Yeah I’ma keep it real, I’ma stay with my day-ones from the block (block)
To all of my enemies, it’s R.I.P
Now I don’t need to show I.D. ‘cause I’m VIP
Push start, don’t start my car, where the key?
Work for me both ‘turn a half to a key
I had to sell in my beats now I keep my ‘em off of me (off of me)

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I’ve been going down the wrong path and I’m ignoring the signs (the signs)
I’m having trouble organizing the thoughts in my mind (thoughts in my mind)
Now time is money so you know I’m not wasting my time (time)
If they pull me over, I don’t know what they gon’ find

[Chorus]
My life will never be the same (ya, I won’t be the same)
But I’m scared I’ll never gonna change (ya, I’ll never to change)
I’m addicted to the money and fame (you feel, ah)
I’m tryna control these thoughts in my brain (ya)
I’m scared I’m never gonna change, ya (ya)
I’m scared I’ll never gonna change (ya)
I’m addicted to the money and fame (you feel, ah)
I’m tryna control these thoughts in my brain (ya)

[Outro]
(Ya, ya, ya)

[Intro]
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gonna shoot you)
Spent 1000 dollars just to sip (just to sip muddy)
Park that motherfucker in the VIP
I got that motherfucker on my hip
I’ma squeeze (baow)
I’ma squeeze (baow)
We ain’t really with all that internet shit
We ain’t really with that pretending and shit
Come and get your bitch she actin’ friendly and shit
When I get inside that pussy, I be killin’ that shit

[Hook]
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (savage)
Savage on these hoes (woah)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes (woah)
I’m in savage mode (21)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (21)
Savage on these hoes (21)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes

[Verse 1]
Cup, woah
Muddy, yo
Hit the yolk
Got the stick, woah
Keep it on me, yah
Knew you got it, yah
One in the head, yah
Bitch I fuckin’ dare
Nigga I double dare
Why the fuck you stare?
Pew-pew, bet you ass don’t stare
Red bottoms, yeah
Bitch watch where you step
I’m in savage mode, cook a nigga like a chef
Ain’t no loyalty, these niggas all for self
All these fuckin’ stripes, I shoulda been a ref

[Hook]
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (savage)
Savage on these hoes (woah)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes (woah)
I’m in savage mode (21)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (21)
Savage on these hoes (twenniwan)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes

[Verse 2]
All that backstabbin’ turned me to a savage
All that fuckin’ krabbin’ turned me to a savage
Racks inside the mattress turned me to a savage
I turned to a savage bitch, I gotta have it (gotta have it)
Fell asleep in science, I love mathematics (countin’ cash)
Bitch I like to add, bitch I like subtractin’
That chopper flip a nigga like he acrobatic
He don’t want no smoke, he don’t want no static
I’m in savage mode, shit can get tragic
I might toe tag him, I might body bag him
These bitches gettin’ old, I already have ’em
She wanna live lavish, she don’t meet my standards

[Hook]
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (savage)
Savage on these hoes (woah)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes (woah)
I’m in savage mode (21)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (21)
Savage on these hoes (21)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes

[Outro]
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gonna shoot you
I’m a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes
I’m in savage mode, I’m in savage mode
I’m in savage mode, I’m in savage mode
I’m a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes…

[Chorus]
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed

[Verse 1]
Trade my Honda to a Bentley
Now these fuckboys wanna end me
Ammunition, I got plenty
I squeezed it till it’s empty
My haters, they resent me
Never checking what they send me
Don’t touch me, I ain’t friendly
I’m driving foreigns, I ain’t renting
Your career is stuck on pending
The corner what I’m bending
You’re thinking about lending
My money I ain’t sending
You can’t get a penny
You wanna see me fail because I’m balling
You a fake and we ain’t got nothing in common
You didn’t pick up when you saw me calling
So you wouldn’t catch me if you saw me falling
Be careful who you shit on, they might make it, you never know
Don’t try to come around me if you wasn’t here before
You say you need some tickets, wanna see me at my show
I put my bitch in VIP, I put you on the floor

[Chorus]
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed

[Verse 2]
I’m rolling off a bean and I’m stoned
I just did a interview with Rolling Stone
My teachers used to call my momma on the phone
I failed in all my classes, hated going home
Got-Got a lot of problems that I handle on my own
Remember making beats and feeling stuck inside my home
And now when I come home, I’m fucking every bitch I know
I just show my chain off to Lil Uzi on the phone
I feeling in my zone, I took two 30’s to the dome
I heard they pitch they shit up just so they can match my tone
I’m balling, you can’t stand it how I keep you on your toes
No motion picture money rewinds in my video
When I’m in my city, I feel like I’m Rambo
My bro like a mechanic, always keep the hammer close
Do I believe in heaven? To be honest, I don’t know
But I believe in Ghosts and I believe in Lambos

[Chorus]
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed

[Verse 1: Jessika]
Bullied from the moment we were born
We were always on our own
No one ever said we should be proud
Or embrace the fact of standing out
Forward too long, we just played along
Always putting up a show
But that was then, look at us now
All we want is for them to know

[Pre-Chorus 1: Jessika]
We are who we are
And who we are is who we wanna be
We don’t have to listen
‘Cause all that counts is you and me

[Chorus 1: Jessika]
And then we’ll be rising where we fall, oh, oh
In the middle of storm we’re standing tall, oh, standing tall
And if they tell us why we’re wrong, oh, oh
Then the love in our hearts will keep us strong, oh, oh

[Verse 2: Jenifer Brening]
Uh listen up. listen up
It’s me, Jenny B, what you get is what you see
As for Jess over here, she’s a special VIP
So you better listen carefully
If they dissin’ you on Twitter
Don’t get sad, don’t be bitter, don’t give up or be a quitter
Show them you’re better (yeah, hell no)
If they say so, get in the car, rev it up, and be it a star
‘Cause you know who exactly who we are
Give it to ’em, Jess

[Pre-Chorus 2: Jessika & Jenifer Brening]
We are who we are (yeah)
And who we are is who we wanna be
We don’t have to listen (don’t listen)
‘Cause all that counts is you and me (hey, hey, hey, hey)

[Chorus 2: Jessika & Jenifer Brening]
And then we’ll be rising where we fall, oh, oh yeah, we keep getting up and dusting ourselves off
In the middle of storm we’re standing tall (we won’t doubt ourselves and we’ll be calling their bluff)
Oh, standing tall (this is who we are)
And if they tell us why we’re wrong, oh, oh (we will march onward, spreading the love)
Then the love in our hearts will keep us strong, oh, oh (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Jessika]
They can make it silent
But in our hearts we’ll never be

[Outro: Jessika & Jenifer Brening]
And then we’ll be rising where we fall, oh, yeah (yeah, yeah)
In the middle of storm we’re standing tall, oh, standing tall
And if they tell us why we’re wrong, oh, oh, yeah
Then the love in our hearts will keep us strong, oh, oh

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
Zaytoven
Ayy, Sremmlife!
Man, I’m fucked up see me muthafucka’
Slim Jxmmi!

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Man, this morning I woke up on some player shit
Mission of the day – slay a bitch
I’m getting to the bank, can’t fake that shit
I don’t even keep a wallet ‘cause the cake don’t fit (woo)
Man the hate don’t quit (woo), so I ain’t gon’ quit (never)
All my niggas want to win, we’ll take that shit
Don’t know what the record is, but we gon’ break that shit (huh?)
And we don’t need no fuckin’ break we stay awake for that grip, yeah
We stay awake and go get it (go get it)
Uh, I gotta shine on these bitches
I’ma prolly get the SL lifted (get it lifted)
‘Cause I don’t think the 24’s gon’ fit it (shh)
My double cup dizzy (shh)
I’m pro with the ticket (shh)
Imagine a line I got these girls in here strippin’ (take it off)
ATL, Georgia we in the muthafuckin’ city (wassup)
VIP flooded we in it big with Zaytiggy (Zaytiggy)

[Chorus: Riff 3x and Slim Jxmmi]
Uh, okay
Jugglin’ biddies (woo, get money)
(You know me) Jugglin’ biddies (yuh, I’ma do it)
(Uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, whoa, what you doin’?) Jugglin’ biddies
(Yah, ayy, ayy) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, yuh, okay) Jugglin’ biddies
(I got your bitch, she fiendin’, uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(I’m comin’ through the crib) Okay, Jugglin’ biddies (uh, woo)

[Verse 2: Riff 3x]
Woke up early on some gangsta shit (gangsta shit)
Told my bitch to bend it over and take the dick (take the dick)
Gotta get it by all means, that’s why I chase them nigs
Cigarillo full of kush (woo), and I look like a light
Keep it fresh like a mint when I ride behind tint
I used to dream about ballin’, now I swish on you hoes
I went and got me a bag (woo, woo) and draped my body in gold
Sold my soul to a pot ‘cause I’m re-rockin’ them Os
I stay down and committed, that’s why I die by the pennies
I been hustlin’ all night (ugh), tryna get me a milli
Got the people strappin’ all time when you be dealin’ (yeah)
‘Cause niggas get in they feelings (woo)
When they ain’t ’bout they business (that right)

[Chorus: Riff 3x and Slim Jxmmi]
Uh, okay
Jugglin’ biddies (woo, get money)
(You know me) Jugglin’ biddies (yuh, I’ma do it)
(Uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, whoa, what you doin’?) Jugglin’ biddies
(Yah, ayy, ayy) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, yuh, okay) Jugglin’ biddies
(I got your bitch, she fiendin’, uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(I’m comin’ through the crib) Okay, Jugglin’ biddies (uh)

[Verse 1]
And I got the world in the palm of my hands
And I, all I wanna do is make you dance
If I never see your face again, will I remember?
Every time we go out, free drinks, sitting in the VIP
Twenty minutes in, wanna leave quick
Do you wanna roll with me?
If I never see your face again, know I will remember

[Chorus]
Let’s runaway
We could leave this crowd
Runaway at the speed of sound
If you need to breathe
I’ll be your remedy
So runaway, runaway
Runaway with me

[Verse 2]
Oh, we, we could drive to the midnight sun
We’re free, we’re living like we just begun
If I never see your face again, know I will remember

[Chorus]
Let’s runaway
We could leave this crowd
Runaway at the speed of sound
If you need to breathe
I’ll be your remedy
So runaway, runaway
Runaway with me

[Bridge]
Pedal to the floor, got the windows down in a rental car
Hands on the wheel and your eyes light up like a thousand stars
If we never see the world again, know we will remember

[Chorus]
Let’s runaway
We could leave this crowd
Runaway at the speed of sound
If you need to breathe
I’ll be your remedy
So runaway (runaway, runaway…)

[Chorus: Murs]
Gangsta ass lollipops
Your bitch got a sweet tooth

[Verse 1: Murs]
I make art, y’all niggas make hits
I make music from the heart and what you make is shit
Softer than the couch, step up, get knocked out
Poppin’ bottles in the club, I’m just chillin’ at the house
Playin’ war games with 4 dames in your name
Don’t get high, stay fly and inside your lane
Tame as a derriere but it gets scarier
When you try to test the best in your area
Aerial attacks and burials and wax
Like an Annabelle tale, but scarier in fact
Where the rappers at? Where the rappers at?
They told me real rap is dead, I had to laugh at that
How is it dead if Wu-Tang’s Forever?
Better than the worst but Murs is still better
The Leroy and Bruce, I deployed the troops
The devil is a liar but these boys the truth

[Chorus: Murs]
Gangsta ass lollipops
Your bitch got a sweet tooth

[Verse 2: Fashawn]
Okay I gave her a cavity, you hate that it had to be
Regal Rhymesayer, Mister Laver, your majesty
Lettin’ my nuts hang like Tiffany had his weave
While y’all toss salad, anything for a salary
You call it a triumph, I call it a tragedy
Casually I turn competition to casualties
Converse with my rollo, I call him Murcielago
One thing I’m certain if it hurtin’ ’em I know
I’m an introvert, a street kid, was never into Vert
I’d rather pen a verse, some call it audacity
Where did he get the nerve, usin’ no blackberry
Nigga, you gettin’ curved by labels and hoes
Layaway on your clothes, another day I suppose
You portrayin’ a rose, I would say you a troll
And it’s takin’ his toll by the way human go
I can’t give a F-U-C-K what he sold
It’s Fash

[Chorus: Fashawn]
Gangsta ass lollipops
Your bitch got a sweet tooth

[Verse 3: Prof]
I’m in the 4-door Ford escort
With 4 escorts with high test scores
Indoor dro grown next door
In class with them hickey neck sores
That’s too much sauce, that’s too much sauce
Had to turn to Pookie, "Baby, that’s too much sauce"
As far as I’m concerned, I don’t fuck with the list price
Rappers these days ain’t been in a fist fight
You never know homie, I could be a fraud
This atheist chick I’m fuckin’, she treat me like a god
I’m poppin’ pills in the VIP all day
I’m an industry plant, I’m just playin’ the long game
Bitch never wrote a rhyme in my life
And after the club, I’m gonna break your wife’s hymen tonight
Shout a couple dudes for a career in rap
Turn up, turn up, fleek, fleek, bruh how real was that?
Pookie

[Chorus: Murs]
Gangsta ass lollipops
Your bitch got a sweet tooth