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[Intro]
Synchro

[Chorus]
Feel like I’m Lucifer, walking in Gucci fur
I do not do returns, bought it all cash for sure
I just be dropping these racks on some f**k shit and know that it’s all good
Feel like a demon, I whip in the Demon, I know that you want one
Feel like I’m Lucifer, walking in Gucci fur
I do not do returns, bought it all cash for sure
I just be dropping these racks on some f**k shit and know that it’s all good
Feel like a demon, I whip in the Demon, I know that you want one

[Verse]
Flooded up, flooded up my neck with VVS
When you see me walking, you can tell I’m never stressed
Balling every day, major league is where I’m at
Gave my dawg ten bands and he brought me hundred back
Bitches watching, double R so they know that we riding
I can’t trust you, said that you love me, I know you despise me
No, we ain’t clutching, yeah, I can see that shit right in is eyes
Broke boy bluffing, all of his credit cards getting denied
Feel like a demon, feeling too deep in, remember the meaning
Walkin’ in Neiman, big stacks on me, I walk it and lean it

[Chorus]
Feel like I’m Lucifer, walking in Gucci fur
I do not do returns, bought it all cash for sure
I just be dropping these racks on some f**k shit and know that it’s all good
Feel like a demon, I whip in the Demon, I know that you want one
Feel like I’m Lucifer, walking in Gucci fur
I do not do returns, bought it all cash for sure
I just be dropping these racks on some f**k shit and know that it’s all good
Feel like a demon, I whip in the Demon, I know that you want one

[Chorus]
Nigga, what you gon’ do?
Send my shooters on you
Nigga, what you gon’ do?
Nigga, I’m chillin wit’ yo boo
Nigga, what you gon’ do?
I’m ‘finna slime yo whole crew (Slime)
Runnin’ from 12, fell on my shoe
Y’all niggas all bitch, I wouldn’t snitch on you
I got me a bad bitch
Me, she wanna do

[Verse]
Glock 17 right on you
Nigga, who you gon’ shoot?
That 40 gon’ do you like yo bitch do
VVS my neck, not no crystals
I’m eatin’ on seafood, not Krystal’s
Got me a bad bitch, I said I miss you
I got me a ratchet, I won’t diss you
My bitch she ratchet, cause issues
Big ass gun, nigga shoot missiles
Got a model bitch rubbin’ on my dimples
Got a hollow tip meet his damn temples
He rollin’ a skimp blunt, we don’t hit those
Lame ass niggas, yeah, we bitch those
I’m the hood, nigga, with Cup Noodles
Big dog nigga, no I’m not no Poodle
Supreme top like I’m ‘finna hit the pool though
I’m smokin’ exotic, nigga, I’m on Pluto
f**k nigga hatin’, but it’s all cool though
I drop a song, fans like the food though
Bitch in my way, told that bitch to move though
What’s on my head?
Nigga, that’s Moschino
Shooters on yo head nigga, free Chino
Try a nigga shit when I was a chino
Y’all eat up the drip ,nigga, Baldinos

[Chorus]
Send my shooters on you
Nigga, what you gon’ do?
Nigga, I’m chillin wit’ yo boo
Nigga, what you gon’ do?
I’m ‘finna slime yo whole crew (Slime)
Runnin’ from 12, fell on my shoe
Y’all niggas all bitch, I wouldn’t snitch on you
I got me a bad bitch
Me, she wanna do

[Intro]
Cuban link, but the setting is prong

[Chorus]
Cuban link, but the setting is prong
Short convos if the money ain’t long
I know damn well I’m doin’ her wrong
Fill her with lies, and string her along
She’ll do whatever for Louis Vuitton
Got out the trap, I’m finally on
Crib in the woods, and it came with a lawn
If she ain’t holdin’ it, that mean she gone
Cuban link, but the setting is prong
Short convos if the money ain’t long
I know damn well I’m doin’ her wrong
Fill her with lies, and string her along
She’ll do whatever for Louis Vuitton
Got out the trap, I’m finally on
Crib in the woods, and it came with a lawn
If she ain’t holdin’ it, that mean she gone

[Verse 1]
Yeah, bigger the gets
Bust down the chain, it’s couple baguettes
Hopped in my bag, hoppin’ in jets
Niggas be hoppin’ in too many sets
VVS feel like it’s covered in sweat
My dogs crazy, they need a vet
Knew she was sneaky as soon as we met
Niggas be goalies, they all on the net
All of this drip, look like I’m wet
Ain’t see a opp at the bank, yet

[Chorus]
Cuban link, but the setting is prong
Short convos if the money ain’t long
I know damn well I’m doin’ her wrong
Fill her with lies, and string her along
She’ll do whatever for Louis Vuitton
Got out the trap, I’m finally on
Crib in the woods, and it came with a lawn
If she ain’t holdin’ it, that mean she gone
Cuban link, but the setting is prong
Short convos if the money ain’t long
I know damn well I’m doin’ her wrong
Fill her with lies, and string her along
She’ll do whatever for Louis Vuitton
Got out the trap, I’m finally on
Crib in the woods, and it came with a lawn
If she ain’t holdin’ it, that mean she gone

[Verse 2]
Mike Amiri, denim on me, they fit it
Look at the guys, we finally did it
New bitch, no one sayin’ they hit it
Post on the Gram like, “Damn, we shitted”
Balmains just dropped, you know I’m in it
I said I love her, just know I was kiddin’
ABG ain’t been broke in a minute
Whip out the lot, it gotta be tinted

[Chorus]
Cuban link, but the setting is prong
Short convos if the money ain’t long
I know damn well I’m doin’ her wrong
Fill her with lies, and string her along
She’ll do whatever for Louis Vuitton
Got out the trap, I’m finally on
Crib in the woods, and it came with a lawn
If she ain’t holdin’ it, that mean she gone (She gone)

[Intro: Blacc Zacc & Lil Baby]
It’s that bag talk, it’s that bag talk
Bag after bag, bag after bag
Bag after bag, we got bags after bags
Bag after bag, bag after bag
Bag after bag, we got bags after bags

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
B-A-G me, this that bag talk
She like why you walk like this ’cause this that bag walk
All my diamonds hittin’ like a glass ball
And I hear you niggas poppin’ but it’s all talk
Fifty-five hundred on a CC bag
Get the money, put it up, they’ll never see this cash
Got some dogs in Carolina, said they get ’em by the hundred
Told ’em meet me at the spot, just send a driver with the money
Niggas hatin’ on me dog
But I’m blessed, I’m thanking god, I hit my knees dog
Call me Jordan, I got bags for twenty-three dog
Bougee glasses, I ain’t never gon’ see y’all
I just get that bag dog

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy

[Verse 2: Blacc Zacc]
I just got some drip from YSL
I just left LA, I scored a bale
Swimming in that water, Michael Phelps
Got four pockets full like I just signed to 4PF, ayy
All my niggas bosses, not no runners
I be in the trenches with some gunners
200K in jewelry, I’m being humble
Put a bag up on her, he mad I f**ked his baby mama, ayy
Got his feelings hurt and brought that lil bitch Birkin
I been sippin’ syrup and I’m poppin’ perkies
I be wrappin’ bales, I just started rappin’ verses
VVS’s on me, I got this shit from servin’

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy

[Intro]
Yeah, you better stay somewhere where it’s safe at, yeah, yeah, yeah
Walk inside the spot like, “Where the safe at?”
Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherf**kin’ beat?
I’m a million dollar nigga gettin’ paid that
IMixNation for real

[Chorus]
Yeah, you better stay somewhere where it’s safe at (Where it’s safe at)
Walk inside the spot like, “Where the safe at?” (Ayy, where that safe at?)
All that poppin’ on the ‘Gram, you can save that (You can save that)
If you lookin’ for me, bitch, I’m where your bae at (I’m where your bae, yeah)
VVS’s on me, I know they hate that (I know they hate that)
I don’t want the pussy, where the face at? (Bitch, where that face at?)
I’m a million dollar nigga, can you make that? (Ayy, can you make that?)
My bitch ass so fat, I asked her where her waist at (Where your waist? Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Codeine in my cup, you can taste that (You can taste that)
I got two M’s like a Maybach (Like a Maybach)
Your bitch a freak, she gave me head up in my Maybach (Inside my Maybach)
She eat that dick and clean it up just like a maid check (Woah)
Talkin’ all that shit done got your mans whacked (Got your mans whacked)
Nigga, I don’t wanna talk, bitch, where them bands at? (Bitch, where them bands at?)
Ayy, you say that you the hottest, where your fans at (Where your fans at?)
I ain’t no rapper, bitch, my plug just sent a care pack (Just sent a care, ooh), yeah
I can move them pounds like a dumbbell (Like a dumbbell)
‘Member when I got caught up f**kin’ with that mail (f**kin’ with that mail)
It been ten years the last time I had to use a scale (Use a scale)
He got them bales, I’m at his door just like a doorbell (Brrt, brrt)

[Chorus]
Yeah, you better stay somewhere where it’s safe at (Where it’s safe at)
Walk inside the spot like, “Where the safe at?” (Ayy, where that safe at?)
All that poppin’ on the ‘Gram, you can save that (You can save that)
If you lookin’ for me, bitch, I’m where your bae at (I’m where your bae, yeah)
VVS’s on me, I know they hate that (I know they hate that)
I don’t want the pussy, where the face at? (Bitch, where that face at?)
I’m a million dollar nigga, can you make that? (Ayy, can you make that?)
My bitch ass so fat, I asked her where her waist at (Where your waist? Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Hit it from the back, where your waist at? (Where your waist at?)
Damn, that ass so fat, I can’t take that (I can’t take that)
I heard you got that gas, where them bags at (Ayy, where them bags at?)
I feel just like Diddy, I might take that (Take that, take that), yeah
You just got finessed, nigga, give me that (Nigga, give me that), yeah
Pistol to your head like a fitted cap (Like a fitted cap)
You better stay up in the booth ’cause I run the trap (Bitch, I run the trap)
They know Big Blacc, he the truth, I don’t need no vouch for that (I don’t need no vouch for, yeah)
Got a Chinese bitch, look like Sue, yeah (Look like Sue, yeah)
She eat that chopstick ’til that dick cum (‘Til that dick cum)
Got a Japanese bitch, she taste like wonton (She taste like wonton soup)
I’ma chop her like hibachi, bitch, you better not run (Bitch, you better not move)

[Chorus]
Yeah, you better stay somewhere where it’s safe at (Where it’s safe at)
Walk inside the spot like, “Where the safe at?” (Ayy, where that safe at?)
All that poppin’ on the ‘Gram, you can save that (You can save that)
If you lookin’ for me, bitch, I’m where your bae at (I’m where your bae, yeah)
VVS’s on me, I know they hate that (I know they hate that)
I don’t want the pussy, where the face at? (Bitch, where that face at?)
I’m a million dollar nigga, can you make that? (Ayy, can you make that?)
My bitch ass so fat, I asked her where her waist at (Where your waist? Yeah)

[Intro]
Hitmaka
OG Parker

[Chorus: Marlo & Offset]
What your niggas in here for and you ain’t tippin’? (Huh?)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Throw them wedding bands on ’em, no commitment (Hey)
Ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Soakin’ wet, yeah
Do it with no hands, flexin’ on the jet, yeah (No hands)
New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah (Chanel)
Hope you hoes pay attention (Woo)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Soakin’ wet, yeah)

[Verse 1: Marlo & Offset]
On the jet, yeah
Bad bitches f**kin’ on the set, yeah (Smash)
When I flex, yeah (Flex)
VVS baguettes all on my neck, yeah
(Soakin’ wet, yeah)
I’m the shit, get a plumber
Runnin’ through these hundreds, I might blow a couple commas (Racks, racks)
Yeah, flexin’ in the city (Flex)
Twenty strippers with me and they with it, yeah (Hey)

[Chorus: Marlo & Offset]
What your niggas in here for and you ain’t tippin’? (Huh?)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Throw them wedding bands on ’em, no commitment (Hey)
Ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Soakin’ wet, yeah
Do it with no hands, flexin’ on the jet, yeah (No hands)
New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah (Chanel)
Hope you hoes pay attention (Woo)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Soakin’ wet, yeah)

[Verse 2: Yung Miami & Marlo]
Flew me out to Vegas, ate my pussy on the jet
Pussy wet, drippin’, super soaker, treat it like a pet
I got niggas in the pen callin’ collect
That locked down, fresh out dick be the best (Soakin’ wet, yeah)
Hit ’em with that wet wet (Wet wet)
I’ll put a ring on it for a check check
He want me meet him at the bank but he ain’t there yet
And you short a couple hundreds, you ain’t there yet (Nah)
But I ain’t trippin’
I’m in love as long as you spend it (Period)
Super wet, yeah

[Chorus: Marlo & Offset]
What your niggas in here for and you ain’t tippin’? (Huh?)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Throw them wedding bands on ’em, no commitment (Hey)
Ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Soakin’ wet, yeah
Do it with no hands, flexin’ on the jet, yeah (No hands)
New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah (Chanel)
Hope you hoes pay attention (Woo)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different

[Verse 3: Offset]
Soakin’ wet (Yeah, splash)
Spend the check (Spend the check)
I am a vet (I am a vet)
I got VV stones wrapped around her neck (VV)
I put my hand on the top of her head and make her my pet
(Ugh, ugh)
I get the bag, I’m spendin’ the bag, I might be in debt (Bag)
Yeah, she soakin’ (Splash)
Pussy fat, it’s poking (Poking)
Let me bust it open (Open)
Diamond rocks, they frozen (Frozen)
Put her in the Lotus (Lotus)
She clappin’ and I cannot focus (Clappin’)
I’m havin’ that shit, I be loaded (Havin’)
Count that shit up and I throw it (Hey)

[Chorus: Marlo]
What your niggas in here for and you ain’t tippin’?
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different
Throw them wedding bands on ’em, no commitment
Ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different
Soakin’ wet, yeah
Do it with no hands, flexin’ on the jet, yeah
New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah
Hope you hoes pay attention
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Soakin’ wet, yeah)

Play this song

[Intro: Kamaiyah]
You ain’t finna have me sittin’ around stressin’ (DJ Banks), bitch
(Oh my God, Kenny)
Run up all his cards, run up all his credit
I’ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin’
Run up all his cards, run up all his credit
I’ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin’

[Chorus: Kamaiyah]
Run up all his cards, run up all his credit
I’ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin’
You ain’t finna have me sittin’ around stressin’
Bitch, who the fuck you disrespecting?
Niggas ain’t shit, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows
Niggas ain’t shit, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows

[Verse 1: Kamaiyah]
Ayy, that lil bitch that you been with
Is the one that’s settin’ you up and let me know just what your PIN is
And since it’s your card that I’m spending
I’ma run it up, nigga, these cards ain’t got no limit
Bought a bracelet, tennis, VVS’s in it
Since I got your shit, I’ma keep running up those digits
You think it’s a game and you can fuck with other bitches
Yeah, aight, nigga, your windows, get to fixing
My mama told me, “Never let a nigga make you fold”
Not a lie was told, all your game exposed
Boy, you think you can play me like I’m one of these lil’ hoes?
I’m a big ass boss, standin’ tall up on ten toes

[Chorus: Kamaiyah]
Run up all his cards, run up all his credit
I’ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin’
You ain’t finna have me sittin’ around stressin’
Bitch, who the fuck you disrespecting?
Niggas ain’t shit, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows
Niggas ain’t shit, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows

[Verse 2: Trina]
He got four or five hoes
Takin’ bitches out, gotta buy ’em new clothes (Yeah)
Valet parking, open up suicide doors
Private mansions tucked off in the Poconos
Shit, I’m blowing up the Rolls
I’m mad
‘Cause I ain’t the bitch to share no bag
And I ain’t the kind of bitch you could drag
And I put that on my flag, you fuck ass nigga
I’ll piss in your mouth, you lil’ fuckboy
Disrespect a bad bitch, you get checked, boy
And don’t you ever play games with my check, boy
‘Cause I’m the queen of the board, I checkmate, boy (Trina)

[Chorus: Kamaiyah]
Run up all his cards, run up all his credit
I’ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin’
You ain’t finna have me sittin’ around stressin’
Bitch, who the fuck you disrespecting?
Niggas ain’t shit, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows
Niggas ain’t shit, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows

[Chorus]
Got to get the money, young nigga can’t quit
Masked up shawty, young nigga let it hit
I can’t trust lil shawty even though she on my dick
I can’t show no bitch no love ’cause I’m tryna be rich
I just told my jeweler flood me, VVS my wrist
Made so much money, f**k it VVS my bitch
We got racks for days, we got masks for days
We don’t f**k with rappers, hit my city, bitch we snatchin’ chains

[Verse 1]
Niggas wanna kill me in my city, I can’t move wrong
Goofy ass with me, I can’t let no nigga get me
I can’t let no nigga hit me, I shoot first
Got no time to watch my back, that’s that shit that gets you whacked
Ayy my life in the spotlight, you see it gleaming on me
But when I sleep I swear it feel like I got demons on me
Pray every day but that don’t help
Sippin’ lean like f**k my health
I know I’m on my way to hell
All I wanted was the wealth
I pray the lord that he save me
But if he don’t I ain’t hating
Bury me with my Glock so I have it too cool for satan
My life already hell, I’m just tryna get out
Rich before 21, bitch I need it now, gang

[Chorus]
Got to get the money, young nigga can’t quit
Masked up shawty, young nigga let it hit
I can’t trust lil shawty even though she on my dick
I can’t show no bitch no love ’cause I’m tryna be rich
I just told my jeweler flood me, VVS my wrist
Made so much money, f**k it VVS my bitch
We got racks for days, we got masks for days
We don’t f**k with rappers, hit my city, bitch we snatchin’ chains

[Verse 2]
Rapper hit my city then we robbin’
Run off with your chain and sell it back to Avianne
Elliante diamonds, ooh I see you shining
Take what’s on your neck and everything that’s in your pockets
Nigga don’t deserve that shit, he ain’t earned that shit
You wasn’t sitting off in no spots, serving with that stick
You ain’t ride on them niggas ran off with your shit
I’m a real trap nigga, came from busting bricks
Look me in my face and tell me what you see
Say why they hate, why why they hate on me
I told my mama way back then I was gon’ be on MTV
And I swear I ain’t lyin’, bitch it’s get rich or die tryin’, gang

[Chorus]
Got to get the money, young nigga can’t quit
Masked up shawty, young nigga let it hit
I can’t trust lil shawty even though she on my dick
I can’t show no bitch no love ’cause I’m tryna be rich
I just told my jeweler flood me, VVS my wrist
Made so much money, f**k it VVS my bitch
We got racks for days, we got masks for days
We don’t f**k with rappers, hit my city, bitch we snatchin’ chains

GO!
Pop up in lil vegas got eater
Young nigga trap with a heater
Glock on my hip ain’t no beeper
We got good dope and it’s cheaper
And we deliver like pizza
Hop out with racks ain’t no visa
Bitch we got racks ain’t no visa

Bitch I’m a trapper put dope after rapping
Dirty money throw them racks in a shoebox
Tats on my stomach like 2Pac
f**k a guitar we gon rock out with thuwap
I’m on that lean bitch I’m sipping on wockhardt
My bitch on the coke now she feel like a rockstar
Racks in my pocket ain’t rocking no goyard
f**k nigga play he get smoked like cigar

I’m a real trapper bitch I’m not a star
I’m on that perc and my bitch on a bar
I’m on that lean lean lean hi tech no par
Chopper hit you, you get more than a scar
You looking for me bitch you know where we are
Get clout on my block we gon wet up your car
100 round drum on a AR
Chopper with the scope he shoot from a far
Chopper with the scope he shoot from a distance
Bullets keep coming them bitches persistent
Get you myself I don’t need no assistance
Heat seeker ain’t no way that I’m missing
VVS on me they dripping
I got them benjis on me and you know that they cripping
Ball like the goat bitch I’m Jordan you pippen
Thooka hit em wet em up and we dipping
Draco on me bitch you know what I tote
Ice on my neck If you reach you get smoked
Speak on my name you get turned into a ghost
Murder party and lil bitch I’m the host
You beefing on twitter we pop with pole
Let off 6 shots and I hit em with 4
Hop out the car just to hit him up close
Old goof ass nigga got killed for a post

GO!
Pop up in lil vegas got eater
Young nigga trap with a heater
Glock on my hip ain’t no beeper
We got good dope and it’s cheaper
And we deliver like pizza
Hop out with racks ain’t no visa
Bitch we got racks ain’t no visa

Bitch I’m a trapper put dope after rapping
Dirty money throw them racks in a shoebox
Tats on my stomach like 2Pac
f**k a guitar we gon rock out with thuwap
I’m on that lean bitch I’m sipping on wockhardt
My bitch on the coke now she feel like a rockstar
Racks in my pocket ain’t rocking no goyard
f**k nigga play he get smoked like cigar

[Intro]
How you know where you comin’ up and shit right?
It’s like you niggas get [?] and shit
Young Swerve, Young Swerve, Young Swerve
Bitches don’t be the same no more
It’s like everything just get faded away and shit
Shit crazy
Yeah

[Verse 1]
They don’t like it, they don’t hear the state ([?]), probably wanna see me dead or with a case (huh)
Going extra hard, tryna pave the way (mine) for my kids and niggas from the day one day (my day one people)
Damn, I wish Sleepy could see this shit (damn), told my last hoe I don’t need a bitch (I don’t need you, ho)
Told my niggas I came up and grew up with (you can have it), you can hand me your watches, get filthy rich (for real)
But some of them niggas did fade away (damn), like a MJ shot, I hate to shake ‘n bake ’em (I had to get ’em)
I saw you on the interstate (swerve), then fade off like the barber did my table (I’m gone)
Never f**ked a batty ho, nigga (no), ho comin’ then they go, nigga (they do)
That’s why I f**k ’em, then they fade away (haha), but they really here to pay and not to stay (hahaha)
Like Boosie, we Goin’ Thru Some Thangs, don’t nobody understand it, mane (nobody understand it)
Spent a couple thou’ on a pinkie ring, give that bitch the speaker to say “bling blang” (bling blaow)
Or a [?], and watch me fade away (woo), free all my niggas that’s caged away (woo)
R.I.P. for those that ain’t here today (bitch), my goal is only just days away (for real)
Hey

[Chorus]
I got that no fadeaway (that fadeaway)
These bitches might fade away (these bitches might fade off)
Real niggas don’t fade away (never)
My jewellery don’t fade away (never)
Th-th-these bitches might fade away (no, oh)
My jewellery don’t fade away (no, oh)
Real niggas don’t fade away (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (hey)
Real niggas don’t fade away (never)
These bitches might fade away, yeah (hey)
My jewellery don’t fade away, no (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (hey)
Real niggas don’t fade away, no (never)
These bitches might fade away, yeah (hey)
My jewellery don’t fade away, no (oh)

[Verse 2]
I just blew some money at the gallery (I swear), my bitch like “you so materialistic (f**k this shit)
But bitch, we came down with this money, ho (huh), it gon’ fade away anyway, be realistic (you know what)
I’m so determined while I’m on this mission (I swear, nigga), I was so sick of roses and the dishes (I’ve had it in)
Selling bowls and midges, then I whip it, whip it (whip, whip, whip), becomin’ like a chef, make money out the kitchen (hey, hey, hey)
I f**k with my Jordan’s the long way (long way), keepin’ VVS’s in my braces (I said it, nigga), and my niggas
Since we talkin’ ’bout them alphabets (what), the AK fade you away for talkin’ reckless (rrraaar)
Spent some money on a petty bitch (petty ho), she faded off out the bottle some, that was so petty, girl (petty ho)
Got the toes on that real bitch (what you call it?) That’s what us street niggas call a pedicure (hey)
Keep my head up at all times (all times), stack, stack some bread up from all the grind (all the grind)
A bitch look like Megan, and she all mine (all mine), sippin’ different colors, drinkin’ all kinds (all kinds)
Throwin’ money in the bed like a jumpshark, fade away, fade away, fade away (swish)
He ain’t shit, that’s somethin’ that a hater would say (haha), and f**k, they gon’ hate anyway (anyway)

[Chorus]
I got that no fadeaway (that fadeaway)
These bitches might fade away (these bitches might fade off)
Real niggas don’t fade away (never)
My jewellery don’t fade away (never)
Th-th-these bitches might fade away (no, oh)
My jewellery don’t fade away (no, oh)
Real niggas don’t fade away (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (hey)
Real niggas don’t fade away (never)
These bitches might fade away, yeah (hey)
My jewellery don’t fade away, no (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (hey)
Real niggas don’t fade away, no (never)
These bitches might fade away, yeah (hey)
My jewellery don’t fade away, no (oh)
No (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh)
No (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh)
No (oh)

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here
Freshpaper 8 hunnid
Owee, ha, yeah
1400 (You know, 1400 shit)
Leave that bullshit to the birds (Big drip, big chains on)
Drippin’, drippin’, ha! (Splash)

[Refrain]
All that bullshit for the birds, ayy
You ain’t sayin’ nothing but a word, ayy
Shitty niggas, you some turds, ayy
Hating on the boy ’cause I’m in first place
Running, I’m in first place
Yeah, I’m in first place
Yeah, I’m in first place, said I’m in first place
Uh, all that bullshit for the birds, yeah
You ain’t sayin’ nothing but a word, yeah
Shitty niggas, you some turds, ayy
All you niggas hatin’, I’m in first place, place
I’m in first place, you ain’t nothin’ but a bird (Ha!)

[Verse 1]
Dare a nigga test me
On a island right now on a jetski
Babygirl, bless me
Just like God, baby bless me
Nigga cannot stress me
‘Cause I’m gettin’ money with the f**king gang
Diamonds all up on me, VVS the gang

[Chorus]
Yeah, VVS the chain
When it rains, I’m still happy
Bad foreign little bitch, she call me Papi
Got some American hoes, they call me daddy-y
And if you sleep, wake up, you bitch as f**k
Bad lil’ bitch, big butt, we rich as f**k
And if you gettin’ buck, them clips is up
And we get to airing it out, and we get to airing it out
All that bullshit is for the birds, let the birds talk
Let the birds talk, pussy nigga, let the birds walk (Haha, ha!)

[Verse 2]
You just mad I got the bands over you (Ayy)
Made a million dollars f**k the fans over you
In the back of the cut, sipping cranberry juice (Uh)
Yeah, I’m so sauced up, yeah
They was wishing that they caught up (Huh)
For the reason I was brought up
Because I said I ball, nigga, like Vince Carter
Slaughter your daughter, bitch I go harder, like Mr. Carter (Ahaha)
On the gang, bitch
Nigga f**k you and who the f**k you came with
‘Cause all that bullshit you talking for the birds (Ha!)

[Chorus]
Yeah, VVS the chain
When it rains, I’m still happy
Bad foreign little bitch, she call me Papi
Got some American hoes, they call me daddy-y
And if you sleep, wake up, you bitch as f**k
Bad lil’ bitch, big butt, we rich as f**k
And if you gettin’ buck, them clips is up
And we get to airing it out, and we get to airing it out
All that bullshit is for the birds, let the birds talk
Let the birds talk, pussy nigga, let the birds walk (Haha, ha!)

[Chorus x2]
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up
I was left for dead, now I’m just tryna get my knots up
No sleep in my bed
All my friends are dead or locked up
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up

[Verse 1: Mir Fontane]
f**k these hoes, just get your bands
They don’t wanna see you win
It get rough around my ends
They want you dead or in the Pen
I hold the tooly for my mans
Can’t get caught with it again
I know he want his revenge
But I don’t wanna lose more friends
It get cold up in the streets
I won’t tell yo ass again
You won’t take one on the chin
They throwing shots right at ya brim
Dolla sign, Dolla sign
You won’t make it on this side
Pray you make it out alive
I know so many niggas tried
See the city tryna charge us
Gotta keep ya guards up
Can’t afford no haircuts
Granny smokin’ hard stuff
Lately I been stressed out
Labels ain’t no damn help
Had to give the tooly back cuz I can’t trust my damn self
And I don’t got no beef, except the ones that hit my mans up
But they play wit police
They’d prolly kill wit my hands up
Pockets on Monique
Had no choice but get my bands up
You still worried ’bout followers and tryna get ya friends up

[Chorus x2]
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up
I was left for dead, now I’m just tryna get my knots up
No sleep in my bed
All my friends are dead or locked up
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up

[Verse 2: Kodie Shane]
Every time I cop some ice
My old hoes seem to pop up
She say she don’t do drugs
Cause her jaw, it just be locked up
Shocker
I just think she like that I’m a pop star
I just think she like that I’m a rock star
Rock her
Out like my guitar
Wow
She 18 but her dad took her car
Wow
I’m leaving New York, I’m on a flight
Right now
When I see that hoe
I say she better wipe me down
These niggas ain’t my friends
I’m up here on a cloud
YSL they kisses, VVS the smile
Okay, and I don’t want that bitch
Somebody get they child
I took my bitch to Chow’s
Put my wrist on WOW
Hey!

[Intro]
VVS my ear, god, VVS my charm
VVS my arm, I just dropped a couple hundred (Glock)
Dropped a couple hundred

[Chorus]
Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear, yeah, everything clear, yeah
Your bitch like my drip, got her staring over here, yeah
I can’t give you nothing but some nut up on your lip, yeah
And that shit for real, that’s just how a nigga live, yeah
Riding with the steel, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
Autobot my wheel, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
I pop tags and seals, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
Pop him like a pill, let’s see if he lives, yeah yeah

[Verse 1]
Hold on, money callin’ (racks)
Racks up to my ear, racks up over here, yeah yeah
That’s just how it is, stack them Ben Franklins, yeah yeah
Get Ma Dukes a crib, no more payin’ bills, yeah yeah
Bitch I get it in, backends and dividends, yeah yeah
Smoking like I’m Snoop, I sip lean not no gin, yeah yeah
Pull up brand coupe, hop out with them big bands, yeah yeah
Pull up on your crew and then you know we blast, yeah yeah
Young niggas hittin’ up all that (all that)
Chop on me, hit him in his ball cap (ball cap)
Forty on me, nigga better fall back (fall back)
Got dirty sticks, no Xanax
And I’m too fly for a jet lag (fly)
Hatin’ ass nigga better get back (get back)
Just a lil nigga with a big bag (bag)

[Chorus]
Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear, yeah, everything clear, yeah
Your bitch like my drip, got her staring over here, yeah
I can’t give you nothing but some nut up on your lip, yeah
And that shit for real, that’s just how a nigga live, yeah
Riding with the steel, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
Autobot my wheel, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
I pop tags and seals, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
Pop him like a pill, let’s see if he lives, yeah yeah

[Interlude]
Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear, yeah, everything clear, yeah
Your bitch like my drip, got her staring over here, yeah
I can’t give you nothing but some nut up on your lip, yeah
And that shit for real, that’s just how a nigga live, yeah

[Verse 2]
With the shit for real, it’s kill or be killed, yeah yeah
Bitch I’m chasing mils, I eat five star meals, yeah yeah
Boy my jewelry real, your shit is so thin, yeah yeah
Boy them pints ain’t real, who you tryna kill? yeah yeah
Damn that’s some f**ked up shit (f**ked up)
Niggas get f**ked up quick (get f**ked up)
Yeah I just bust my wrist (uh)
And I just bust this bitch (uh)
I f**k young hoes and MILFs (I do)
I hop in my spaceship and lift, off (skrrt)
Got a new rocket, Chris Paul
Bitch you know I ball

[Chorus]
Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear, yeah, everything clear, yeah
Your bitch like my drip, got her staring over here, yeah
I can’t give you nothing but some nut up on your lip, yeah
And that shit for real, that’s just how a nigga live, yeah
Riding with the steel, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
Autobot my wheel, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
I pop tags and seals, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
Pop him like a pill, let’s see if he lives, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Normani]
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend (Tiffany)
Di-Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
Southern girl like me, I ain’t afraid to catch a case
VVS’ on me and I flooded out the face (Hey, hey, Cartier)
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend (Tiffany)
Di-Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
I don’t need you, I got flooded out baguettes
I don’t need you, all my diamonds drippin’ wet (Cartier)

[Verse 1: Megan Thee Stallion]
I’m a super she-ro, bitch, don’t try me, ho
Bad like a villain, I pop it and then I reload
All the best things in life come for free
But don’t you think that applies to me
I do what I want ’cause I know that I’m hot
Ain’t in a band, but you know how I rock
Don’t need no clippers to give you a chop
Took me to dinner, then I took him out
I like it when you call me crazy
Long as you keep callin’, baby
He think it’s cute that I know how to shoot
Don’t you be scared if I point it at you
Broke up with my ex, uh, dumped him in a text
Would wish you the best, but I already left
Date night with my bitches, gettin’ real twisted
You know what you could do?
Give my ass a bunch of kisses

[Pre-Chorus: Normani]
I love me this much
My pear shape all dripped up
It’s freezing in my bag, oh

[Chorus: Normani]
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend (Tiffany)
Di-Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
Southern girl like me, I ain’t afraid to catch a case
VVS’ on me and I flooded out the face (Hey, hey, Cartier)
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend (Tiffany)
Di-Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
I don’t need you, I got flooded out baguettes
I don’t need you, all my diamonds drippin’ wet

[Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion]
Ayy, I know how to work a gun, I don’t need a range
And I could take a hit, I ain’t scared of the pain
And I don’t really bang, but I came with the gang
And if you get too close, I might snatch off your chain, ooh
You want me to be a little more ladylike? Mmm
Come through with my girls, then beat your ass on ladies night, ayy
You don’t wanna go toe-to-toe with my pedicure
Everyone you know be like, “Bro, how you handle her?”
Diamonds are my new boyfriend
So that mean I will never, ever f**k with you again
And I ain’t never need ’em, so it’s so easy to leave ’em
And I be doin’ me, I ain’t never tryna please ’em

[Pre-Chorus: Normani]
I love me this much
My pear shape all dripped up
It’s freezing in my bag, oh

[Chorus: Normani]
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend (Tiffany)
Di-Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
Southern girl like me, I ain’t afraid to catch a case
VVS’ on me and I flooded out the face (Hey, hey, Cartier)
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend (Tiffany)
Di-Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
I don’t need you, I got flooded out baguettes
I don’t need you, all my diamonds drippin’ wet (Cartier)

[Bridge: Normani]
Look at all these rocks, rocks, rocks (So good)
Make ’em stop and watch, watch, watch (Oh)
All these diamonds dancing, know that you can’t stand this
Bands on my hands, I got bands, I’m a bandit
Look at all these rocks, rocks, rocks (Rocks, rocks, rocks)
Make ’em stop and watch, watch, watch (Watch, watch, watch)
All these diamonds dancing, know that you can’t stand this
Bands on my hands, I got bands, I’m a bandit

[Chorus: Normani]
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend (Tiffany)
Di-Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
Southern girl like me, I ain’t afraid to catch a case
VVS’ on me and I flooded out the face (Hey, hey, Cartier)
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend (Tiffany)
Di-Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
I don’t need you, I got flooded out baguettes
I don’t need you, all my diamonds drippin’ wet (Cartier)

Play this song

[Intro]
Link Up

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
And I was taught to growing up a check
Ain’t gotta question what these diamonds on my neck
‘Cause you know they VVS
Strictly Only Brothers to the death
I remember we was struggling for less
Still thugging in them jets
And I was taught to growing up a check
Ain’t gotta question what these diamonds on my neck
‘Cause you know they VVS
Strictly Only Brothers to the death
I remember we was struggling for less
Still thugging in them jets

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Still remember we was struggling for less
Tryna hit the other sides ‘fore I could bust it with the left
Watch me uncle fitter bitch while you be loving him to death
Bitch I’m drippy, check the flow, I’m making puddles when I step
S, O, motherfucking B, I got it tatted on my skin
If they slide and hit the wrong turn, we gon’ back them niggas in
Yeah, I know who shot your mans but if you ask me it’s a myth
If I catch you I’m not sparing so if I’m lacking nigga blitz
Boy that Glock nice but is you active with that bitch?
Ain’t no savage in your heart but you a savage with them lips
You know what the fuck is going on so don’t be asking for no kiss
My name still ain’t left your mouth, can you give back a nigga dick
How is you gon’ ride for me if you ain’t riding for yourself?
Hope my lungs still got some life from all this smoke that I inhale
I spent the high on these exotics and I just liked ’em for the smell
Yeah, I heard you signed a deal but they just put you on the shelf
On the gang

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
And I was taught to growing up a check
Ain’t gotta question what these diamonds on my neck
‘Cause you know they VVS
Strictly Only Brothers to the death
I remember we was struggling for less
Still thugging in them jets
And I was taught to growing up a check
Ain’t gotta question what these diamonds on my neck
‘Cause you know they VVS
Strictly Only Brothers to the death
I remember we was struggling for less
Still thugging in them jets

[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
And if you really want that bag then bitch get up and hit that road
And we ain’t fucking with them niggas if we heard them niggas told
I know you niggas really soft so why you acting like you bold?
You know I really got the sauce, you wanna cheat? I got the code
I been on top for way too long, done had this Glock for way too long
It’s time to go and up a new one, catch a opp and leave ’em gone
I be barely at the house, you niggas barely left the house
And location on the flyer if you need the whereabouts
You know for K-Rod I’ma up it and for D-Boii too
Slimmy sliding with that drac’, he tryna up score too
Niggas dissing on the net but in real life play it cool
And all this water dripping off me, I could probably fill a pool
Bitch, I vow to never lose, I got a pocket full of blues
And I’m a witch with this stick, but it’s a Glock it’s not a broom
And I was really in that field while you was really in your room
And only kids get you a pass we still sliding by the rules

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
And I was taught to growing up a check
Ain’t gotta question what these diamonds on my neck
‘Cause you know they VVS
Strictly Only Brothers to the death
I remember we was struggling for less
Still thugging in them jets
And I was taught to growing up a check
Ain’t gotta question what these diamonds on my neck
‘Cause you know they VVS
Strictly Only Brothers to the death
I remember we was struggling for less
Still thugging in them jets

Play this song

[Intro: Smokepurpp]
Bless yo trap
Uh (Fill the room up with some ones), yeah
This beat from Murda (Yeah)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Uh, uh, uh, uh. uh, uh
Fill the room up with some ones
Uh, uh, uh, uh. uh, uh
Fill the room up with some ones

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
She gon’ shake that ass, then put that money on her tongue (Uh)
From the trenches, I’m the one (Yeah)
I get eighty thousand dollars, just a single fuckin’ song (Ayy)
And they doubted me so hard (Oh)
Might see me at the house, I made a million the next month (Bitch)
You don’t know how this shit feel
I can give every bitch I dated a fuckin’ mill’ (Uh)
Say the wrong word, she got designer carpet burn
She been on her knees so long, it’s like the clock ain’t turn (Oh)
Blue hunnids so new, it’s like those bitches got a perm
Buy my bitch some titties, thought the older ones was firm (Hey)
Damn, my ego out the roof, I deserve it
I ain’t never got a dollar losin’ tooths (Purpp)
Bitch, I came up out the mud, no silver spoon
Fuck her friend, ’cause I ain’t never had what slimed up on the roof

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Fill the room up with some ones
Uh, uh, uh, uh. uh, uh
Fill the room up with some ones
Uh, uh, uh, uh. uh, uh
Fill the room up with some ones

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Stack hunnids taller than my shoulders (Oh yeah)
Bitch, I’m rich, act like I don’t even know ya
I got two Rollies on, I put my AP up
VVS diamonds bright, then my wrist stay up
Coupe, drop top
Hit the gas, he can’t keep up
Big bag, I’m like, “So what”
She suckin’ dick ’till her throat her
Say that she wanted me, Smokepurpp, oh yeah

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Fill the room up with some ones
Uh, uh, uh, uh. uh, uh
Fill the room up with some ones
Uh, uh, uh, uh. uh, uh
Fill the room up with some ones

Play this song

[Intro: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, uh
Lil Tory
Uh
Yeah, yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Look, I’ma talk to you, you finna talk back
You got that good good, I’m finna spark that
She got some bad friends, she needa holla at me
I put ’em all down, I throw a bottle at ’em
She got that mean talk, that new Celine talk
She gotta jack that just like a beanstalk
She got that mean mug, she from the deep south
She know her contracts, she got that Steve Stoute
She throw that ass back, she got that clap clap
She make it tap tap, she make it wet wet
She make it walk walk, she make it wobbly wop
She like that top dropped, she like that talk when it’s chopped
She got some bad friends, I’m tryna fuck her
I gotta spread them legs like it was mustard
I gotta put that thing on and have her flustered
I gotta play games in it, David and Busters
I like that look look, she got that good good
You from the hood hood? I’m from the hood hood
I fuck her real good, that pussy real good
It make me gotta check to see if I’m still hood
I’m tryna tap that, she wanna act bad
Girl, let me Akon, come let me smack that
I got the cheese on me just like a rat trap
I got a bunch of credit cards, you can’t max that

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Ayy, shake some, shawty, shake some, uh
Know you went to work today to make some, ayy
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
Shake some, shawty, shake some, ayy
Know you went to work today to make some, ayy
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
Uh, uh

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
This got me thinkin’ back, this got me singin’ back
I got D’USSÉ in my cup, this got me drinkin’ ‘gnac
Tryna remember it all, put on my thinkin’ cap
She had on checkerboard pants, think they was pink and black
I told my boy I’ma get her, bet you I link with that
We made a bet wit’ our fingers, twisted our pinky back
She might’ve just been blinkin’, that mean she winkin’ back
She got a ass like a bar, could sit a drink on that
And I, and I, I gotta let you know
‘Cause I, ’cause I, ’cause I can’t let you go
And I, and I really just met you, yo
But I, but I see somethin’ special though
Ayy, work somethin’, can we work somethin’ out?
‘Cause I’m cashin’ out if you’re worth somethin’
Doubt, I’ma kill it, baby, bet I merk somethin’
Clout chaser hatin’, they gon’ make me hurt somethin’
They can’t leave us alone, they either thieves or they clones
I got VVS stones, they look like TVs that’s on
Won’t get points off me, nigga, my defense is on
I can play man-to-man and I can even go zone, listen
Full court, I’ma press you if I like you, shawty
Bull shorts on a nigga like I’m Michael Jordan
Hook first time, Little Mo, I might go show ’em
Fuck it, do it for the second time like I’m Tory

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Ayy, shake some, shawty, shake some, uh
Know you went to work today to make some, ayy
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
Shake some, shawty, shake some, ayy
Know you went to work today to make some, ayy
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty

[Outro: Tory Lanez]
All of my
All of my
All of my
Give it in to you
Baby, you’re mine
Ooh, love me, baby
I won’t lie

Play this song

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
(16yrold)

[Chorus]
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’

[Verse 1]
These niggas broke, add it up
Bitch, you a joke, had enough
Thirty ought tote, th’ fuck is a scope
One at the head, better back it up
Who wanna fuck? Two or one?
Cracking these bitches, no hit and run
I just want the money, these bitches and hoes
I just been band over Louis Vuitton(mmh)
VVS is on my teeth
Bitch act like she Mona Lisa seen ’em while I’m asleep
Throw them C’s up, never catch me bleed up
Double up while they be watching through the week(uuh)

[Chorus]
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’

[Verse 2]
My name in the phone is the muth’fckn savage
You see it, then get it, you know you can have it
I’m not like the others, I’m way far from average
That comes from my mama, my brother and daddy
A Rollie be blindin’, she just had to have it
That shit perfect timing when I look at the past
Get some head on the floor I’mma fuck on the mattress
Double juice thats the best, I be swerving in traffic
She fuck with me ’cause I live what am rapping
Got a brick of some dope and I wrap it in plastic
So full of death, I belong in a casket
I be ballin’ so hard I could play for the Mavericks
She wanna ride in the front of the wagon
You gotta fuck her you know I’m not capping
I don’t wanna talk first night I’m smashing
If you see ’em on my block they know what’s cracking

[Chorus]
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’

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[Chorus: S-X]
Why you gotta go, go and let me down like that (Ayy)
Down like that
Oh why? Why you go and let me down like that? (Ayy)
Down like
I was nothin’ but loyal to you right from the start
You changed up on me as soon as things start getting hard
I’ve always seen the light despite us being in the dark
And you let me down like that, yeah, down like that (Oh why)

[Verse 1: KSI]
Yeah, yeah
I want that knockdown
Fuck up the system, make it shut down
I’m cold with this, slow man down like Freezer (Mm)
Wanna backstab like Frieza (Mm)
Dictate death like Caesar (Mm)
Always come through with a bee (Yeah)
Got to do a lot to trouble me (Yeah)
Visionary still won’t tunnel me (Yeah)
Me to you, now that will chuckle me
Devilish views when they’re aiming at the profit
Emitting pain til you’re nothing
Remember what I said when that pussy tried moving with the opps? (Woo)
Now he back with the blocks nigga

[Chorus: S-X & Rick Ross]
Why you gotta go, go and let me down like that? (Ayy)
Down like that
Oh why? Why you go and let me down like that? (Ayy)
Down like
I was nothin’ but loyal to you right from the start
You changed up on me as soon as things start getting hard
I’ve always seen the light despite us being in the dark
And you let me down like that, yeah (It’s the biggest in the game)
Down like that (Uh, uh)
(M-M-Maybach Music)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Phantoms in my yard, so ring around the Rolls (Skrr)
Hardest on the block, the biggest one, da boss
Helicopter pad the home of Sammy Sosa (Biggest)
Stealing all the bases I’m the ladies token (Woo)
Bitches always bad, I’m known to blow the budgets
Meek was at the crib, so double M the subject (Ahh)
Condo got three levels, Postmate all the lunches
Flippin’ all the kilos, keepin’ all the grudges (Ay)

[Chorus: S-X & Lil Baby]
Why you gotta go, go and let me down like that (Ayy)
Down like that
Oh why? Why you go and let me down like that? (Ayy)
Down like
I was nothin’ but loyal to you right from the start
You changed up on me as soon as things start getting hard
I’ve always seen the light despite us being in the dark
And you let me down like that, yeah, down like that (Oh why)
Baby

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Ain’t no more let downs unless the top getting dropped
I love it at the top, my concierge don’t ever stop me
You know I fuck with Ross, I even went and bought da block
A hundred million dollars strong, I really came from sellin’ rocks
Championship belt, them VVS’s they spark
Steal it, hit the gas and get out on the narcs
Killers move for free, I just can’t pick a cost
Put the drip on market took it to the charts
Now I’m rocking with the biggest
And I’m fucking with the boss
I’m out

[Chorus: S-X]
Why you gotta go, go and let me down like that (Ayy)
Down like that
Oh why? Why you go and let me down like that? (Ayy)
Down like
I was nothin’ but loyal to you right from the start
You changed up on me as soon as things start getting hard
I’ve always seen the light despite us being in the dark
And you let me down like that, yeah, down like that (Oh why)

Play this song

[Intro]
Woah, woah
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh

[Verse 1]
They tried to tell me I wouldn’t be shit
Family doubted, I couldn’t believe
I had to focus and better myself
Fightin’ anxiety, smokin’ these trees
I got caught up tryna run up a juug
Locked me up, felt like I’m never gon’ leave
Life is so rough, you ain’t show me no love
Time to be selfish and focus on me
Niggas tried tell me I wasn’t gon’ win
They tried to knock me up off of my grind
Ain’t motivated, then get out my face
Negative energy, left it behind
I made a promise, my niggas gon’ ball
Judges can’t hold me to finish this time
Gotta stay toe, we ain’t never gon’ fold
Smelly ain’t here, but for him we gon’ shine

[Chorus]
Still play the block, it ain’t changed
I’m just tryna help the guys and maintain
How the fuck you tryna prove somethin’ to me?
You ain’t even at the top of your game
How you got them niggas rockin’ your chain?
22, the sound pop in your brain
Last nigga tried to snake me dead
On God, I ain’t finna play with no lame

[Verse 2]
Hop in the foreign, switch lanes
AP, no Jane, bro made a hundred off ‘caine
VVS diamonds, my chains
Everything changed, lifestyle just won’t be the same
Mama know this year my time
Low on my mind, I can’t let up off the grind
I won’t leave no one behind
We finna shine, listen, just give me some time

[Refrain]
Somethin’ different ’bout the life I live
And the games we play
All the pain we done been through
Will I change? No way
Somethin’ different ’bout the life I live
And the games we play (Games we play)
All the pain we done been through
Will I change? No way

[Verse 3]
Mama know that I’m a bright kid, only eighteen
Always knew that I would get here, had a bright dream
Now I’m headed to the top now, me and my team
We’re no longer on the block now movin’ ice cream
Feedin’ into the bullshit, I gotta stop that
And I can’t fuck a bitch if her shit is not fat
And I’m cruisin’ through my city, finna push the top back
And AMIRI on my waist, so I keep the strap back
You don’t really want smoke

[Chorus]
Still play the block, it ain’t changed
I’m just tryna help the guys and maintain
How the fuck you tryna prove somethin’ to me?
You ain’t even at the top of your game (No, no, no-no)
How you got them niggas rockin’ your chain?
22, the sound pop in your brain (No, no, no-no)
Last nigga tried to snake me dead
On God, I ain’t finna play with no lame

[Refrain]
Somethin’ different ’bout the life I live
And the games we play
All the pain we done been through
Will I change? No way
Somethin’ different ’bout the life I live
And the games we play (Games we play)
All the pain we done been through
Will I change? No way (No, no, no, no)

[Outro]
No, no, no-no
No, no, no-no
No, no, no-no

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Play this song

[Intro: Chance the Rapper]
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, gotta throw it down

[Refrain: Chance the Rapper]
Side chicks can’t dance like this, uh
Side niggas can’t dance like this, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Side niggas can’t step like this, uh-uh
Side niggas can’t stand like this, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (You know what time it is)

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
What you know about this? This before your time
I used to two-step in the 019
I always been fine, this is not new wine
I just happened to find a way to live my whole life in my prime
Side niggas don’t look this good, can’t cook this good
Can’t fuck this good, can’t get right
You send him to the store and forget that he left
You send me to the store, I come back with a chef
I’ll come back out of breath
While your side nigga sittin’ at the club with a booty on his chin like a cleft
I don’t never want two that’s the same as the next
I made the three more famous than Steph
No cap, that’s a roundhouse kick to a Jameson’s neck
I got a Jada Pinkett keeping sure my shame is in check
Cross-legged in the dojo, my master, mentor
Side chicks can’t take out splinters
Side chicks make they Kool-Aid with Splenda
Side chicks can’t come to Auntie Linda’s house
They gon’ send her off, they gon’ send her out
To buy more things that they hid in the couch
Don’t you know that side niggas can’t cop no Tesla?
Pull up in a ring like wrestlers
Pop out at the soccer game with the VVS’s and a bunch of snacks
Model X Falcon, backseat, doing jumping jacks
20-1-9, I want it one of a kind
2020, I’ma be ahead of my time
Twenty thousand leagues, the biggest fish in the pond
But if you never go fishing, it’s something you’ll never find

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
We can be (Eternal), eternal (Forever and ever)
We can be (Eternal), eternal (Eternal, baby, we can be eternal, baby)

[Verse 2: Smino]
I know some shawties that’ll blast for me over blasphemy
And throw that ass for me, show my last to sleep
Huh, slow motion so I had to see
Before you start, fill my glass, wipe my glasses
I love her passion, ooh (Sweet)
I drunk her passionfruit (Sweet)
I’m runnin’ through your organs like when I pass the hoop
I wanna pass the ball, I don’t pass the ball
I’m Kobe, baby, I ate it up
I ain’t ate all month, you lookin’ like a plate of lunch
Sentiment was edgy if she let her get stoned
Almost fell in love, I hurt my heart from these songs
Terminally known, she can feel it in the stones
Huh, now she giving me ultimatums
I told her I hate tomatoes, some chances, I gotta take ’em
I can’t see for the life of me
Why all these hoes like me when I got wifey?
Side chicks can’t do flat twists
Bet a dollar you could buy me a Brisk (Yeah, yeah)
Side chicks can’t cook no grits
Grits, nigga, grits

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
We can be (Eternal), eternal (Forever and ever)
We can be (Eternal), eternal (Eternal, baby, we can be eternal, baby)

[Refrain: Chance the Rapper]
Side chicks can’t dance like this, uh
Side niggas can’t dance like this, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Side niggas can’t step like this, uh-uh
Side niggas can’t stand like this, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Oh yeah

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[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Big Boat, Big Boat, King Boat (Yeah)
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Respect on my name)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Yeah)
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Since they went, I had come up in the game
These niggas throw dirt on my name, huh (Fuck ’em)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Yeah)
Put some respect on my name (Yeah, Boat)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Bitch)
Put some respect on my name
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Put some respect on my name (Respect it, uh oh)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)
Put some respect on my name

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Ayy I do not want no Aventador (No)
I might go run for the senator (Yeah)
None of these pussy ass rap niggas never ever been my mentor (Fuck no)
These niggas hard on the internet (Soulja)
These niggas take pictures when they rock charterjets
I don’t take pictures, just do it (Like Nike)
Didn’t have to say it, you knew it (You did)
Shout out to 21 gang (21 gang, 21)
Look at my chain, VVS diamonds, they bling, they blaow, they blang
My ring, my watch, my rings
Cost something, the price was insane
How did you do it, how did you do it?
Follow vermons in the Buick
Record so the city can view it

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Big Boat, Big Boat, King Boat (Yeah)
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Respect on my name)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Yeah)
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Since they went, I had come up in the game
These niggas throw dirt on my name, huh (Fuck ’em)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Yeah)
Put some respect on my name (Yeah, Boat)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Bitch)
Put some respect on my name
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Put some respect on my name (Respect it, uh oh)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)
Put some respect on my name

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Woah, woah, put some respect on my name (21)
Put some respect on my gang (21)
Put some respect on my chain (Chain)
Put some respect on my aim (My aim)
Put some respect on my aim
My shooters, they pull up and shoot at your brain (Vrrah)
Put some respect on my Pyrex, nigga, I’m cooking cocaine (Skrrt)
Put some respect on my Instagram, I know your bitch wanna fuck for the fame (21)
Put some respect on my shoes ’cause the bottom look like I done stepped in some paint (Loubs)
Poured up, told the pharmacist put some respect on my pain (Syrup)
You know I got a lot of money, ho, put some respect on my bank (Commas)
Get on your knees, bitch, Young Savage put respect on her face, eugh, aight

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Respect on my name)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Yeah)
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Since they went, I had come up in the game
These niggas throw dirt on my name, huh (Fuck ’em)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Yeah)
Put some respect on my name (Yeah, Boat)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Bitch)
Put some respect on my name
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Put some respect on my name (Respect it, uh oh)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)
Put some respect on my name

Play this song

[Intro]
Oh oh (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Woah bitch woah damn
Oh oh (Ya dig?)

[Chorus]
Bitches in my closet it’s a freak show
Ain’t been here for long man like a week, oh
Ain’t living in my brib got a new home
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
Bitches in my closet like a freak show
Ain’t been here for long just a week though
Took ’em in they said they need a new home
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD

[Verse 1]
Maryjane and molly all the time (Yeah yeah yeah)
Percocets and lean cross my mind (Yeah yeah yeah)
Bad lil’ bitch with a tat on her spine (Bad)
Really really wanna get behind (Smash smash smash)
Took her to my lair, in the Himalayas (Uh uh, yeah)
.40 like its Halo, bitch I’m a slayer (Uh uh, bitch)
This is not an Xbox, but I’m still a player (Uh uh, yeah)
But I ain’t playing games with ya (Uh uh, real life take her)
Got yo’ girl I real life take her
Turn her over then I’ll back break her
Nigga you my son like I’m Darth Vader
Told my homie shoot first talk later

[Chorus]
Bitches in my closet it’s a freak show (Yeah yeah)
Ain’t been here for long man like a week, oh (Yeah yeah yeah)
Ain’t living in my brib got a new home (Bitch yeah)
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (I told them to come party, 999)
Bitches in my closet like a freak show (Freak show, woah)
Ain’t been here for long just a week though (Just a week, oh)
Took ’em in they said they need a new home (Need a new home)
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (Juice WRLD)

[Verse 2]
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (Yeah yeah)
We in different places we in two worlds (We in two yeah)
Why have one when you can have two girls (Why)
Why have gold when you can have diamonds and pearls (Gleam)
VVS on my wrist don’t ask the price you can’t afford it (Yeah, bitch)
Matter fact if I take my shoes and sell them that’s your mortgage (Yeah, bitch)
Shoot a fuck nigga in the face, the police scrambling, Law & Order (Gra gra, bitch)
But he still taking pounds from the plugs leaving quarters (Trap)
Rich as fuck, what the fuck is a quarter (Fuck is a quarter, nigga?)
She swallowed my kids, what the fuck is a daughter (Fuck is a daughter, nigga?)
G Money telling me to go harder (Gang gang gang)
I’ma start walking on water
Told my mom I’m getting rich so I get me a crib up in the forest
Crib finna be so big they gon’ have that shit on Dora the Explorer (Yeah)
And then when I have kids they gon’ be rich, ain’t no unemployment (Yeah)
And if a nigga get in the way we kill him, he so unimportant (Gra gra, bitch)

[Chorus]
Bitches in my closet it’s a freak show (Freak show)
Ain’t been here for long man like a week, oh (Like a week, oh)
Ain’t living in my brib got a new home
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (I told them to come party in)
Bitches in my closet like a freak show
Ain’t been here for long just a week though
Took ’em in they said they need a new home
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (I told them to come party in)

[Outro]
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
Yeah, yeah oh
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah

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[Intro: Lucci]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, I told her
Hey, ayy, hey
Hey, double up my cup, I like it extra muddy
(Mike Will made it)
(Go, go)

[Chorus: Lucci & Young Thug]
Hey, double up my cup, I like it extra muddy
VVS on us, [?] flooded
I didn’t want this [?]
She brought her friend with us so she can help her suck it
I can’t say no-no-no-no-no-no-no
My diamonds shinin’ like they headlights, headlights
(Aw no-no-no-no-no-no)
Ohh, I hit these bitches with that get right, get right

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Naw-naw-naw-naw-naw-naw-naw
I ain’t gettin’ inside no car [?], no way
I’m big dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog
Ain’t [?], no way, no way
She come around-round-round-round-round-round
All she wanna do is fuck and watch, she watch it
I’m so-so-so-so-so-so-so
[?] with my bro last night, she’s a thotty
Ayy, they need to thotty dance, make me a thotty dance
She could never be mine, she loud as a ambulance
I go brazy, I go Taliban
Tell ’em man, I’m the real man, I’m not that other man
Hey, I’m not sweet, I’m not no sucker, man
I’m on that bitch like I’m a cover, man
I feel like these bitches owe me like the government
Me and Lucci got two twins like we [?]

[Chorus: Lucci & Young Thug]
Hey, double up my cup, I like it extra muddy
VVS on us, [?] flooded
I didn’t want this [?]
She brought her friend with us so she can help her suck it
I can’t say no-no-no-no-no-no-no
My diamonds shinin’ like they headlights, headlights
(Aw no-no-no-no-no-no)
Ohh, I hit these bitches with that get right, get right

[Verse 2: Offset]
Oh no-no-no-no-no-no
I made a million, honest I ain’t ever sell my soul
Count the bankroll, I ain’t worried ’bout a bitch
Cause them hoes come and go
I’m just tryna hit your camel toe
Get low like you do the tootsie roll
I ain’t goin’ back and forth with these niggas
Lamborghini, lift the doors on these niggas
Try me, then my trigger finger start itchin’
I know you trickin’, got a lot of miles on your engine
Made a million, make a million more
Hoppin’ out the ‘Rari, plenty love
I’m shittin’ on you niggas, toilet bowl

[Chorus: Lucci & Young Thug]
Hey, double up my cup, I like it extra muddy
VVS on us, [?] flooded
I didn’t want this [?]
She brought her friend with us so she can help her suck it
I can’t say no-no-no-no-no-no-no
My diamonds shinin’ like they headlights, headlights
(Aw no-no-no-no-no-no)
Ohh, I hit these bitches with that get right, get right

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[Chorus: NAV]
Timeless timepiece
Designer, design me (Yeah)
Private jet gon’ fly me
That bitch gon’ slide
Racks made my pockets look tiny (Racks)
VVS’s shining
Elliot tryna blind me
Can’t see the time (Yeah)
On my way to the top, I’m climbing
Thought about resigning (Yeah)
But the racks remind me (Remind me)
My true fans remind me (Remind me)
Why don’t you encourage me, instead of burden me?
You’re supposed to be lit with me (Lit)
But instead, you burnin’ me

[Verse 1: NAV]
I changed my life (I changed my life)
‘Cause I sacrificed, nightmares in the day (In the day)
Sleepless nights (In the night)
‘Cause I paid the price, so talk to me nice
I need me those, (Pradas) in my size (Yeah)
Like I meditate, got my mind straight (Straight)
Dodging all the hate (Hate)
Watch me elevate
Going state to state (State to state)
Pockets overweight (Overweight)
I ain’t leavin’ my place (Leavin’ my place)
Tell her go close my safe (Oh-oh)

[Chorus: NAV]
Timeless timepiece
Designer, design me (Yeah)
Private jet gon’ fly me
That bitch gon’ slide
Racks made my pockets look tiny (Racks)
VVS’s shining
Elliot tryna blind me
Can’t see the time (Yeah)
On my way to the top, I’m climbing
Thought about resigning (Yeah)
But the racks remind me
My true fans remind me (Remind me)
Why don’t you encourage me, instead of burden me?
You’re supposed to be lit with me (Lit)
But instead, you burnin’ me

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
In the system (Skitch), they couldn’t find me (Couldn’t find me)
A hunnit and ten somethin’ (Skrrt skrrt)
On my timepiece (On my timepiece)
You think you slick ho? (Slick ho)
You think you slimy (Slimy)
I’m with them a-holes (A-Holes)
My killers grimy (Grimy)
My first time coming out with this music, ain’t get no love (Get no love)
Now I really had to make it out on my own, won’t hold no grudge (No grudge)
And I had stop sippin’ that purple, ’cause I don’t want no pudge
They said I’d retaliate off this bullshit, I’m like “So what?”
I just bought four rings, I’m a king (I’m a king)
And I gotta go all out when I do my thing (I do my thing, tell ’em)
These not SI, they VV’S
Free my guys, I ain’t gon lie, I spent 2k on TV (TVs)
Oh, you think you a gangster, and you don’t bleed bleed
And you’re the one that coughed her, know she do weed weed
And I know you ain’t mean it
Put the stash in the demon
Low-income apartments
Bankroll was decent (Bankroll was decent, yeah)
Oh, you rockin’ them Yeezys now?
You saying you don’t need me now
All these niggas, they believe me now
Them diamonds Fiji now
Two perc 30’s don’t get me high (Don’t get me high)
X pills I need ’em now
Knew lil’ bitch got her titties done (Oh she think she fire)

[Chorus: NAV]
Timeless timepiece
Designer, design me
Private jet gon’ fly me
That bitch gon’ slide
Racks made my pockets look tiny (Racks)
VVS’s shining
Elliot tryna blind me
Can’t see the time (Yeah)
On my way to the top, I’m climbing
Thought about resigning (Yeah)
But the racks remind me
My true fans remind me (Remind me)
Why don’t you encourage me, instead of burden me?
You’re supposed to be lit with me (Lit)
But instead, you burnin’ me

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Said I’m alright (Alright)
Everywhere I go, bitch I’m alright (Alright)
Yeah, attracting bold bitches all night (All night)
VVS them diamonds, bitch they all ice (All ice)
Yeah, I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)

[Verse 1: Preme]
Pull up in the Maybach
CJ with me looking hella tipsy
White girl with me and the molly got her dancing hella Brittany
1400 hoodie on, red, looking hella trippy
Bobby Shmurda niggas
Houston bitches with me on that Whitney ouu
I came out the coldest city with the hottest bitch
I pull up popping at these niggas if they popping shit
Them bitches tryna fall in love and trying to fall in rich
She got it going brush her teeth before she suck my dick
My dog want that payback and I might have to OK that
Pull up on that clown and pull them down cause my homie don’t play that
Mobbing deep, give them hell on earth
I come from the dirt
Get yo merked, ain’t talking water guns, but all them choppers squirt

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Said I’m alright (Alright)
Everywhere I go, bitch I’m alright (Alright)
Yeah, attracting bold bitches all night (All night)
VVS them diamonds, bitch they all ice (All ice)
Yeah, I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, black and yellow, with the pedal
Getting rich, but from the ghetto
Took off to another level
Been to war, I got the medals
Different flows, I got several
Different clothes, hopping out expensive doors
Never let a nigga pose
If it’s fine with you
Then it’s fine with me
If you never try you never find out how real it could be
Got your girls with you
Got my niggas with me
Spend it all and get it back
Being broke is just a memory
Yeah, every-time I hit the club with her we be turning heads
I put numbers on the board
Smell the KK when I’m bored
Private jet, when I board
Give respect across the board
Get a check, when I go
We pull up bitch, we don’t troll

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Said I’m alright (Alright)
Everywhere I go, bitch I’m alright (Alright)
Yeah, attracting bold bitches all night (All night)
VVS them diamonds, bitch they all ice (All ice)
Yeah, I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)

[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What’s goin’ on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, “What the fuck wrong with him?”

[Verse 1]
Tryna beef over some pussy, that’s funny (That’s funny)
Can’t believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirtin’ out money
Platinum diamond, VVS’ payin’ taxes or somethin’
But it’s okay, I understand, you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid
While you locked up somebody else shovin’ that dick in her stomach
I can’t be beefin’ bout these bitches, bruh, this shit gettin’ old
Knowin’ that pussy stainless steel, but yet you treat it like gold
They been showin’ me that these niggas ain’t real (Ain’t real, fuck nigga)
Get caught up with that time, they gon’ squeal (Gon’ squeal)
These bitches ain’t shit, these niggas ain’t real (Ain’t real)
Keep playin’, your ass fuck ’round and get killed
What’s goin’ on, bro, I heard you been trippin’ (Was trippin’)
I thought you kept it real from beginnin’
Until I heard that track you made and I came to some suspicions
I can’t believe to my surprise, one of my woadies sneak dissin’

[Bridge]
Yeah, you turned cold, I can’t fuck with you
It’s like that Molly done turned you into a fuck nigga
Hold up, wait, bro, pose for the picture
You officially have been framed as a fuck nigga
And that’s truth, this… ain’t fuckin’ with you at all
And look, they be snapped, but this fuck nigga ain’t my dawg
That ain’t my dawg no more
That ain’t my dawg (No)
That ain’t my dawg no more (Nah)

[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What’s goin’ on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, “What the fuck wrong with—”

[Verse 2]
I can’t be fuckin’ with none of these niggas
‘Cause all of these niggas be actin’ like bitches
You know that I’m straight out of Indian River
I don’t give no fuck about none of these niggas
We just tryna run up this mothafuckin’ skrilla
All of my niggas, they really some killers
See you a pussy, I used to fuck with you
But then you turned cold on me, nigga what’s up?
I cannot go, oh, oh like that (I can’t go like that)
Can’t believe you switched up like a ho like that
Like bruh, I know you ain’t got many hoes like that
I would have let you have the bitch
I would have let you smash the bitch
I don’t give a fuck, nigga (What?)
‘Cause you’re still a fuck nigga (What?)
And that time you let me hold your pistol
You should have bucked, nigga
Wait, I should’ve bucked you, nigga
But now I’m feelin’ like fuck you, nigga (Fuck you)
And if this chopper ever catch you, it’s hungry
It eat your bitch ass up for supper, nigga (Yum, yum, yum, yum)
Sometimes I wake up and I be in my feelings all night
Sometimes tell that I was reminiscin’
All of these bitches, they wasn’t even missin’ me
Now they all on me and they tryna kiss me
I thought that we were 51-50, but you could never be with us
These niggas claim they fuck with us, but really be the enemy

[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What’s goin’ on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, “What the fuck wrong with him?”

[Outro]
Tryna beef over some pussy, that’s funny (That’s funny)
Can’t believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirtin’ out money
Platinum diamond, VVS’ payin’ taxes or somethin’
But it’s okay, I understand, you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid
And you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid

[Intro]
Sweatin’ bullets boy

[Chorus]
Bitch you goin’ hard, I’m goin’ harder
VVS wetter than some water
Hey I know you see me ballin’ like a starter
I want money, money, money in that order
Hey, young nigga, I could fuck yo daughter
Young nigga still could fuck yo momma
I do what I want because I wanna
I do what I want because I wanna

[Verse 1]
I heard that yo nigga was a loser
I don’t fuck with school, I’m Ferris Bueller
Fuck with me, I’m finna get my ruger
Pretty nigga, but I still be that shooter
Bad bitch look like she at Hooters
Glock clip lookin’ like a ruler
I don’t give a fuck if I lose her
I’m finessin bitches, damn I had to fool her
Woah, time to switch my flow, yeah
I be switchin’ hoes, yeah
Had to let em know, yeah
Had to let em go, yeah
I got big guns, lookin’ like it’s G.I. Joe
Run up on me, dumb mama, let that Nina blow yeah

[Chorus]
Bitch you goin’ hard, I’m goin’ harder
VVS wetter than some water
Hey I know you see me ballin’ like a starter
I want money, money, money in that order
Hey, young nigga, I could fuck yo daughter
Young nigga still could fuck yo momma
I do what I want because I wanna
I do what I want because I wanna

[Verse 2]
Surfin’ on yo bitch, it got me wavy
Red bottom boolin’ got me brazy
Finna come and take yo little lady
I’ma fuck that bitch and she gon’ pay me
Gold grill flossin, got me pretty
Told that bitch, I never walk, I run the city
Keep a couple real killers, they be with me
Down to shoot a nigga in his kidney
Hey, what, I just be fuckin’ that bitch again
Nigga I’m tryna get rich again, yeah
That’s how I live again, yeah
Run in yo crib again, put the pistol to yo kids again, yeah
I’m finna get it in, money on me so you know I’ma spend, yeah

[Chorus]
Bitch you goin’ hard, I’m goin’ harder
VVS wetter than some water
Hey I know you see me ballin’ like a starter
I want money, money, money in that order
Hey, young nigga, I could fuck yo daughter
Young nigga still could fuck yo momma
I do what I want because I wanna
I do what I want because I wanna

[Intro]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks
And Maybach Mitch on the beat too, bitch

[Verse 1]
Ooh, bitch, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, bitch, Ike Turner the beat
600 degrees
Baby just want a degree
I’ma pay all of the fees
Yup, told her, “We need more like you”
Really need less like me
I’ma Slimeball like Nudy
I slang wood like Judy
488, red ruby
Wait, I cannot fuck with the Jakes
Hmm, unless it’s TD
Slide on yo bitch like a CD
Rarely seen, when I am, it’s a Kodak
You niggas snitchin’, I already know that
Make a decision by makin’ decision
These niggas be switchin’, I’ma have to cut ’em
But touch my umbrella
We can’t be related ’cause I’m a go-getter
And he’s just too lazy, the Glock got the laser
The pump got the laser, the Uzi, a laser
The AR, a laser, I’m strapped, don’t do tasers
Yeah, turn you to a tater
Just got an AP and stomp out like the Raiders
I prayed to be best, I’m like crackin’ away from
I’m cool with my neighbors, they plot with the mayors
I can’t get in trouble
I only back down if I’m shootin’, I double
She ride on the dick like the bike with the muffle
I said I had one, but I keep me a couple
I can’t do no scuffle

[Chorus]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks

[Verse 2]
Hmm, shit, I got Nike money (Checks)
Signed with QC and started actin’ funny
Changed my number five times since you’ve had it, dummy
I’m outside, it’s V-Live, come and press it, dummy (Damn)
I ain’t givin’ clout (Nope), I ain’t givin’ clout (Nope)
Lick that pussy ’til it’s squirtin’ like a sprinkler spout
Fuck her once, then I took her to the In-N-Out
Bitch, I’m all about the gang, ain’t no signin’ out
Yeah, we vibin’ out, and they ridin’ out
Bet you say the wrong thing, then we wildin’ out
Don’t you get it? Aim it at your fitted
This ain’t New Edition, VVS’ glisten
I was raised by the loaders, they don’t ever listen
Disrespect boys, then we X boys

[Chorus]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits (And what?) and Nike socks
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits (And what?) and Nike socks