Boy-boy better know like Jammer When it kicks, you ain't seein' no punches Tryna fill up this MC Hammer If you ain't got gloves, can't touch this Get a pack, how you still ain't sold that? Go send a text to all them fiends I got buj, that's black like Kodak He phoned for a Z and got twenty two G's Me, I get gyal anywhere that we go And the peng tings stop me for pics And if you wanna come to my hotel Tell 'em I'm there 'til six I don't wanna be an MCM But on Wednesday, she'll throw it back like Thursday Blood all over his shirt ay Tryna leave a paigon boy in the worst way Bando, call that office I put on my shoes, don't let shots ring Shotty all half my size, bruck that pin it'll let off spring We had light like Charlie Flooded the ends, then we got other spots And I got Bob like Marley My cats don't sing but they all love a rock Any time they come to the ends We react fast like Denny and Renz Told bro, "I need that Drum" He said, "Just go there where I parked it" And these teeth can't miss the jam If I aim I'll hit that target Hate Chantelle and Shanice I always see them with my man And if I get a drop, call bro boy It might be force, I don't wanna excite man If my young boy press that button And buzz them flats for a two on two M's tryna burn these brand new Air Max Bro, what'd you do with the shoes? Got brown like Nino in New Jack City They say it taste good like Megan This dot's too long like Nia I might have to chop it, trust me ah cheffin' I ain't hearin' that 'he say, she say' Opps dem know I ain't a game like EA Tryna fill it to the max like TK Bro, these teeth ain't little like TJ Pissed how we did it on camera How you think we chinged him and watched that replay? No JCB but I been on drills Attack like Fifa Street, got skills Ain't touchin' my Sprite if it don't come sealed Pay racks for the lean but she's tryna pop pills Bought two rings, could've copped me a German And I don't miss shots like Sterling I was waving my shank like Merlin Turnin', turnin' when its inserting Moncler on, my young ting needs spoiling And I got a big batty ting in Croydon Bring out the dots, needs oilin' Friends turned pack, you don't wanna go join them She wants Chanel on her earrings But I got a bad one with a tongue piercing My name Digs and I'm certi Tryna bang goals like Rob Van Persie Free S1, pray he gets early My bro bangin' on govs at servery Me and S like Wallace and Gromit Might tour on your block, do travel agent You don't wanna get cook like Thomas Hate when you're trying to act nice When I see you in the club with your friend She can't even cook rice But you're out tryna stunt in your uncle's Benz Night-time smoking sess' Rass it, can't take two when I pull it Wake up, give a boy corn for breakfast Call that one there the Nutra Bullet You ain't been in the trap and heard that knocking And banked it all 'cause you thought it's feds Out late like foxes and I got cats that try short bread

Bitch ass nigga, don't talk to the man (mm, mm, mm-mm) Fuck them, haha, yeah, what? Bitch ass nigga, say what you doin' (mm, mm, mm-mm) What, you wanna do somethin'? Tryna to put some shit to bed now (bed) Whip up, hop out with Glocks And we be aiming at your head, huh (head now) Bitch, y'all wan' do something? Lil Top like to see red, huh You wan' fuck around with the don dada? (bah) We gon' red dot 'em, we gon' bedrock 'em (yeah, yeah) I'ma heart stop 'em (yeah, fah) With this killin' shit, I'm the murder doctor I got one chopper for his nine partners When I finish, whole city heard about it Ridin' four deep, ridin' where they be In the back seat with a dirty chopper (skrrt) Screamin', "fuck the law, we gon' kill about it" Fuck the music, nigga, know we drill about it I'll use it, nigga, know this .40 on me I'm a real Blood, get rid of homie Kill that bitch, make the critics pay him homage Make them killers drive when he say he want it In his trap spot, we gon' creep up on him Oh, you chose somewhere scared now Tell us 'bout where all that lead found He was rollin' right, left him dead, huh Lil Top, I'm too ahead now Inside my scope your head found Demon shit, illiterate Sip dope that's not prescribed from out of Styrofoams YoungBoy like to blaze, no hand grenades We get your head blown (bro, hold on) Reaper shit, this Draco on me Bitch, I'm the cook, just work this trap phone Back bad, confirm shit (yeah), I can get his back blown (yeah, yeah) .45 (yeah), this Herm shit (yeah) Plus you know my bag strong (yeah, yeah) You slime enough to fuck a nigga You slime to bring a bag home (bitch) I told you not to trust these niggas Bitch, you know you dead wrong On that lean, you would think I popped a bean I don't turn down (nah) Killin' scene, blood on my Soldier Ree's Somethin' got burnt down (nah) Switched all plans and the Ks turn to machines I'm like "Who playin now?" I'm flexin' Lay the whole clan down (yeah) "How you want him?" Leave him with his pants down (yeah) Murder business, hol' on, murder business (murder business) Chopsticks (chopsticks), kill a witness (witness) Down bitch (down bitch), drive while we spinnin' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Let her work the phone, tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it" (meet us wit' it) Murder business, hol' on, murder business (murder business) Chopsticks (chopsticks), kill a witness (kill a witness) Down bitch (down bitch), drive while we spinnin' (drive it) Let her work the phone, tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it" (tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it") Brrt, brrt We gon' leave the phones (Load up, she'll take us, we be scopin' out the scene) Bah, bah, Jiggaboo stop cappin', you know that headshot was me (headshot was me) (We'll fuckin' spin again and see who got good aim) Bro, creep down, sweep up Should've had some cleats, thug Pussy bitch, can't run from us We gon' chase you down, we gon' put you up YoungBoy, AI, Lil Top, bitch, I'm a big thug (big thug) You in here, then tonight You just might die if you ain't here with us (ain't here with us) (My mama know I'm a demon, I don't give a fuck)

SESH 4-0-0 on the dope, let it go, all my clothes smell like smoke (smoke) 1-0-0 on the wraps that we put 'em in, that's just one brick, oh (oh) Put that on my team (team) Dreamers of the dreams (dreams) You and yours looking for a scheme every chance That's why you'll never get these things (ah) Back on the scene with a brand new attack I showcase it to these peasants, lay 'em flat on they back Flatline, half time, need to pick a brand new strat (ah) Anxious to get up 'cause you grip that iron Don't mean that you made out of metal I'll be out the dirt just when I'm ready (when I'm ready) Only we hold the recipe to the gift that keep banging (gift that keep banging) The wind carry the ash to a brand new location (brand new location) Found a place I can get away, I kick it until I'm ancient 4-0-0 on the dope, let it go, all my clothes smell like smoke (smoke) 1-0-0 on the wraps that we put 'em in, that's just one brick, oh 4-0-0 on the dope, let it go, all my clothes smell like smoke (smoke) 1-0-0 on the wraps that we put 'em in, that's just one brick, oh

What you tellin' me? Yeah, I got Stacks to the right of me I got Mikey to the left of me, huh, wait Woo, yeah, look Ayy, what up Hold on, what they talkin' 'bout? What them folks talkin' 'bout? Huh Look Buddy gon', grrt that, grrt that, brrt that, brrt that Send shots, make 'em get back All that chit-chat, chit-chat, riff-raff, riff-raff My niggas ain't in to that Nigga be talkin' hot, but he ain't on shit (woo) I got like fifty rounds up in this clip (uh) If I go to jail, nigga, I plead the Fifth (uh) 'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid Niggas tryna lock me up and give me a bid, huh I'm like, "Nigga, fuck the pigs" The judge like, "Why you actin' like a dick" I said, "I'm movin' like I'm Steven Vic'" My lawyer like, "Papi, why you brazen" I said, "I pop a Perc and feel amazin'" Shoot for the stars, I'm a foundation, huh Look at the money I'm raisin' She wanna fuck, hold on She's stuck in a book, have her wait for arraignment She get dick, Edible Arrangements That's the only form a payment Shawty a snack And after I snack, I'ma blow out her back She like, "Papi, you so crazy" I told her, "Wine on me, baby" (huh) She want a star, she wanna fuck and she know who we are These hoes be dirty, I ain't hittin' 'em raw When it comes to hoes, I got bitches galore (grrt, woo) She wanna grip that, lick that Ask where the stick at Freak bitch put my dick where her lips at She goin' all gas, no chit-chit (ayy) She goin' all gas, no chit-chit Ayy, grab up her bum (bum) Here come that boy with the drum (woo) If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run If he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun, ayy I go dumb, dumb, dumb (go dumb) Air it out, leave 'em slump-slump-slumped (baow) Fuck what they say, they know that I'm Gucci Pull up with a pump-pump-pump

Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (What) Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, let's go) Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside) Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, let's go) Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, Southside) Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Let's go, let's go, let's go) Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside) Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Gang) Diamonds cuttin' my wrist (My wrist) Same color, it cuttin' a brick (Let's go) I fucked on this bitch in this bitch (Let's go) I had to go up in my list (My list) No, no, I don't take no pics (Pics) No, I can't stick for a lick (No) I'm flexin', it's all in my wrist (I flex) I'm makin' these lil' niggas sick (Ugh) Water, that's all on my hand (My hand) A goldfish, she lives in my fist. I gotta get bitch that is rich (Ugh) 'Cause that'll make any bitch lit (Lil Uzi) Yeah, if you gon' shoot, uh (Shoot) Fuck nigga, you better shoot, uh (Bah) My new whip is bulletproof ('Proof) I got diamonds on my tooth (On my tooth) I got diamonds on my hand (My hand) I got diamonds on my rims (Rims) I got diamonds on my friends (Friends) Look, the storm, it just began (Began) Uh, Dior my suit, uh I just wan' get all the loot, uh (The loot) Fuckin' your bitches, recruit, uh (Recruit) I'm make it do what it do, uh Told her get loose to get Loubs (Yeah) When they get loose like a noose (Yeah) Treat that girl like Uncle Luke (Luke) Get on my lap, but that pussy for crew (Let's get it) Elephants all in a room, uh Horton gon', um, Hear Who, uh (What) I put my dick in your boo, uh She is no longer your boo, uh 22 hundred my shoes, uh (Lil Uzi) Nike sign, that just say swoosh, uh Fuck on that bitch then I move, uh (I move) You not my baby, get Ruth'd, uh Wait, where is the blue? Pop that lil' pill and I start seein' clues (Uh) Pop your ass just for some shoes, uh My nigga makin' the news (Yeah) Base him on that block, say zoot it (Uh) Um, yeah, I had to recoup, uh (Recoup) I had to rake up the loot 350,000 on my jewels (My jewels) That's the shit I got on now Back then, they ain't let me fuck, well, how 'bout now? (How 'bout now) If I'm a dog, lil' bitch, you is a hound We buyin' Verbs in the 'vert, no, not now (Let's go) Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (What) Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, let's go) Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside) Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, let's go) Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside, Southside) Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Let's go, let's go, let's go) Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Southside) Pew, tch-tch-tch-tch (Gang) Diamonds cuttin' my wrist (Bad bitch) Same color, it cuttin' a brick (Ya bih) I fucked on this bitch in this bitch (Your bitch) I had to go up in my list (In my list) No, no, I don't take no pics (Pics) No, I can't stick for a lick (No way) I'm flexin', it's all in my wrist (My wrist) I'm makin' these lil' niggas sick (They sick) Water, that's all on my hand (My hand) A goldfish, she lives in my fist. I gotta get bitch that is rich (Rich) 'Cause that'll make any bitch lit (I try 'em) Yeah, if you gon' shoot, uh (Shoot) Fuck nigga, you better shoot, uh (Bah, bah) My new whip is bulletproof ('Proof) I got diamonds on my tooth (Let's go) First crib, it was apartment (Uh) I used to chill in the 'ment (The 'ment) Everything happened was meant (Was meant) Bitches breath stink, need a mint (Let's get it) Yeah, I know them shooters you sent (Okay) I just have paid they lil' rent Reversin' the backend, lil' bitch That would happen when a nigga get rich (What) No, I do not smoke no hemp, uh (No hemp) Yeah, I just walk with a limp, uh (A limp) I'm the GOAT sitting, the pimp C on my glasses so I see the 'lent, uh (Let's go) Dip, slide in the Bent' Get, top, I got the tint (Skrrt) Don't want that bitch, she not a ten I cannot fuck if she didn't bring a friend (Hoe) She getting mad, put dick in her friend Not talkin' no haircut, but I get the trim She a redbone and she fixin' the brims (Okay) Everytime we in there, it gets intense She a lil' crazy but she is a gem I put it in her stomach, feel it in her intestines My niggas run up with me on that bitch I met that girl when I was out on Essex You know I get fly like I'm on The Jetsons (Phew, phew, phew) So you know I gotta keep the protection I put the section inside of my section No, no, no, I cannot fuck on pedestrians (No) Going too hard, no, I am not resting Do not follow that like that is the exit Two of your checks look just like my backend Hit from the back, but no, no, I can't back it

Ayy, Lil Uzi Vert, ayy Ayy, Baby Pluto (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Whoa (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, what? Took your girl, now you can't find her Yeah, she in my kitchen, whip it up like Benihana Yeah, she roll with me 'cause I'm known to stack the commas She will not play me every time I try to holler Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah Boy, I get so fly that I could've been a stylist (yeah) Undercover tee and Goyard all on my wallet (what?) What I spent on Wang could've sent my bitch to college (ayy) Alexander McQueen, Number (N)ine my jeans Yeah, I'm lookin' oh so clean, oh, uh, yeah, I get it now These girls like the way I dress So these niggas wanna steal my style Never really care but these niggas tryna kill my style I'm not talkin' 'bout them niggas, there's too many girls around (girls around) There's too many girls around (girls around) She don't want me, then the world go 'round Take a bath in the money, bitch, roll around For you she's going up For me she's going down Yeah, going down, slow it down (hey) Know she cook like Benihana so she throwin' down (yeah) I'm the shit and she know it now (know it now) Told her come this way and she turn around (yeah) Yeah, what? Took your girl, now you can't find her Yeah, she in my kitchen, whip it up like Benihana (what, what?) Yeah, she roll with me 'cause I'm known to stack the commas (yeah) She will not play me every time I try to holler Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah Smoking on some high dream Got my eyes red, I might need some Visine (yeah) Swervin' in a Lambo', not a i8 (not a motherfuckin' i8) Yeah, I keep stuffing money in my safe It will not close, yeah (whoa) Move like a soldier I throw my bows up like the Magnolia, yeah (Magnolia) You can not hold her, yeah (why?) Diamonds got colder like it's pneumonia (water) Move around with a badder chick (yeah) She a shooter, yeah, you know she got a felony (jeez) I ain't with that tellin' shit, swear it ain't shit you could tell on me He be hatin' 'cause where I am he will never be (come on, girl) Yeah, what? Took your girl, now you can't find her Yeah, she in my kitchen, whip it up like Benihana (what, what?) Yeah, she roll with me 'cause I'm known to stack the commas (yeah) She will not play me every time I try to holler Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah Come this way, come this way, yeah Ayy, Lil Uzi Vert, ayy Baby Pluto, whoa

Baby, give me brain (yeah) Baby go insane (yeah) Let me switch lanes (yeah) Go a different pace (uh-huh) Man, I'm on a plane (yeah) Man, I can't complain (yo, Pi'erre) First-class gang (yeah) Too-much-money gang (uh-huh) Bought a new chain (yeah) Ignorant ways (yeah) Ignorance is bliss (yeah) Smile on my face (yeah) Mama just pray (yeah) Grandma just pray (yeah) Grandma want a car (yeah) Wanna switch lanes (uh-huh) For my birthday, I want more than you, bae (uh-huh) Fuck you any day, make you scream my name (uh-huh) I got déjà vu, do the same thing (uh-huh) Man, I want some change (woah), stack my loose change (uh-huh) Like a piggy bank (uh-huh), but my money can't (woah) Fit in like it's lame (uh-huh), got no fucking cap (woah) Save no hoes today (woah), that is not okay (nope) Man, you know the rules (woah), yeah, it's still the same (yeah) Baby, give me brain (yeah) Baby go insane (yeah) Let me switch lanes (yeah) Go a different pace (uh-huh) Man, I'm on a plane (yeah) Man, I can't complain (yo, Pi'erre) First-class gang (yeah) Too-much-money gang (uh-huh) Bought a new chain (yeah) Ignorant ways (yeah) Ignorance is bliss (yeah) Smile on my face (yeah) Mama just pray (yeah) Grandma just pray (yeah) Grandma want a car (yeah, huh) Wanna switch lanes (uh-huh) 'Bout to fuck on a model (slatt) In the back with the gas (Check it out, slatt, hol' up, bitch) You ain't even got it, yeah I'm with my slatt, hol' up, and a KelTec Yo, Pi'erre, that's my slatt, hol' up We did crack (pshh, what?) Check them stats (what? Slatt) Young nigga got gats (slatt, what?) Young nigga from the Flat, yeah Smokin' that gas (yeah) Look at my pants Smokin' that gas, spent a bag on this, hol' on (bitty) I'ma die lit, uh, yeah Hope the world die lit, uh, yeah (beep, beep, beep, bitty) Baby, give me brain (yeah) Baby go insane (yeah) Let me switch lanes (yeah, what?) Go a different pace (uh-huh) Man, I'm on a plane (yeah) Man, I can't complain (yo, Pi'erre) First-class gang (yeah) Too-much-money gang (uh-huh) Bought a new chain (yeah) Ignorant ways (yeah) Ignorance is bliss (yeah) Smile on my face (yeah) Mama just pray (yeah) Grandma just pray (yeah) Grandma want a car (yeah) Wanna switch lanes (uh-huh) Wanna record it? Wanna record it?

Yeah, hahaha Hahaha, yeah Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Go, go, go, yeah Go, yeah, go, go Go, yeah, yeah, go Go, go, go, yeah Fuck nigga built like a bitch and a Skittle If he not blood then we leavin' him crippled (yeah) She suck on my dick then I nut on her nipple (go) This a white bitch lookin' like Ms. Frizzle (hahaha) This a white bitch from Malcolm in the Middle Walk around I'on give a fuck 'bout niggas (fuck) I'on give a fuck 'bout bitches (yeah) Put him in a bag, dump him down in the river (go) That's my bro, he a killer Comin' out the jungle with gorillas In some black masks, lil' nigga (hahaha) Give me everything, this a stickup, stick 'em, kill 'em Do what you want, I'ma blitz 'em Fuck love, lil' bitch, I really don't care Put your hands up and the Glocks the air This is my bitch and I don't have to share She suckin' my dick and I'm pullin' her hair This a big shot, lil' nigga, not fair Brodie wanna step, but he on a wheelchair Fuck nigga talkin' but don't want no smoke (hahaha) Why do these bitches want dick in they throat? Why do these bitches want niggas? They broke Why don't no niggas want bitches? They hoes (why?) Fuck a hoe, then I go-go-go-go (go) Guns comin' out like it's Call Duty Ghosts She ride on my dick like it's X Games mode Ride on ho, water, that's called death note (hahaha) All of my niggas cutthroat, cutthroat I'ma go in a boat, in a red coat One (one), something's got to give Two (two), something's got to give Three (three), something's got to give Spray it down, body down with the AK (hahaha) Bitch got a blade to line the cocaine (go) Bullet comin' out, kill you like Bruce Wayne (yeah) Fuck whoever, them niggas got to say I'ma ball hard even in my grave I won't let nobody fuck up my day (uh-uh) I won't let a girl have my last name (yeah) I'ma do everything in my way Brodie got caught 4K display (hahaha) Fuck nigga built like a bitch and a Skittle If he not blood then we leavin' him crippled (yeah) She suck on my dick then I nut on her nipple (go) This a white bitch lookin' like Ms. Frizzle (hahaha) This a white bitch from Malcolm in the Middle Walk around I'on give a fuck 'bout niggas (fuck) I'on give a fuck 'bout bitches (yeah) Put him in a bag, dump him down in the river Fuck nigga built like a bitch and a Skittle If he not blood then we leavin' him crippled (yeah) She suck on my dick then I nut on her nipple (go) This a white bitch lookin' like Ms. Frizzle (hahaha) This a white bitch from Malcolm in the Middle Walk around I'on give a fuck 'bout niggas (fuck) I'on give a fuck 'bout bitches (yeah) Put him in a bag, dump him down in the river

Right now I'm on 10% Room spins Got the Hen in my blood Like insulin Sugar I'm up Dancing still Every chance that I get Did it big like a Texas whip And that right there on the reel Direct in the cut Tryna heal, rollin' cloraphly Most praises to the lord, yeah They can't whitewash my head Never fold for the L'oreal Blkswn Nigga fuck swine They ain't did shit, but take mine Lately life done been a bad clock So I just really need a good time Hadda tell lil' ma Au revoir Before bonjour If she don't cha cha Smi no concur Miss honey dijon Gimme a reason To take a lil' intermission I need a little breather Little ventilation A million degrees I got the heat stroke waitin' When everybody leave And it's just finally you and me Ya best believe I pledge allegiance to the juice box, baby Ooh I got a hemi in the stick shift Power power Hittin' hunnit and 6 miles an hour Speeding to money And money speedin' up to problems I need a break, gimme silence Blkswn, nigga, fuck swine They ain't did shit but take mine Lately life done been a broke clock Broke clock I just really need a good time I hadda tell lil' ma Au revoir Before bonjour If she don't cha cha Then Smi no concur Miss honey dijon Gimme a reason To take a lil' intermission I need a little breather Little ventilation A million degrees I got the heat stroke waitin' When everybody leave And it's just finally you and me Ya best believe I pledge allegiance to the juice box, baby Ooh I got a hemi in the stick shift Power power Hittin' hunnit and 6 miles an hour Speeding to money And money speedin' up to problems I need a break, gimme silence

Okay My bitch bad like battle rappers that make albums with no outcome X the middleman, no Malcolm Where's the Talcum? Powder, when I smack niggas Palm itchin', Napalms, we bomb business Battle the strategist, it's just a game of battleship Nayvadius, the futuristic version of an avid kid Actavis, everybody lean on me Got them bags full of goodies like I'm CeeLo Green Who the fuck tryna mob out? I been on my job, no need to call out Turn your crib into a game of Fallout You put me in the water, bet I crawl out Alligator swag, can't do with the navigator swag (indirection) Viewer discretion upon my beat selection You camе with aggression, now your neck gon' need protection Watch 'em come with the water hose Make it rain on the bitch, that's how you water hoes Make it rain with the clip for those that all oppose Put they face in the box inside a centerfold Fire flows like I'm red and white Mario Zeltron out the barrio, cold as Ontario These niggas hysterical, I'm historical I am the oracle, I been know what's in store for you (hold on a sec', alright?) Big angel in the projects, the greatest prospect Roughin' mangy, but I'm God's pet, nothin' far-fetched Seatin' four-deep in the 404, yep 40's a four on four, up Homie's a ho', this home up Four feet and swear he grown up Holy D-O-G Patrol the whole three with no leash on us My little woadie, go Broly on anyone that show up The fuck is you talkin' 'bout? The angel dog is out Dog 'em on sight, niggas'll log him out Ain't shit to blog about Oh wait, that's right, you got a lot of mouth With your own cottonmouth Duckin' smoke, he know the firehouse Gon' wait his mama house like a boat Okay, I got another route you could go Like we tryna leave out the house, what are those? Mhm, get up slow Mhm, deal a gun big enough to give us some hope I hope he quick enough Hope these niggas really got pressure 'cause I wasn't blessed with it Especially when this .38 special, suggest it's best we split Don't make me let it spit, promise his head'll split Promise his kept messy, nigga, don't mess with this She said, "I notice you a dog, but this some G.O.A.T. shit" She said she want it from behind, I told her, "No shit" She said she wanna 69, I told her, "Don't snitch" She said, "Kenny, you got that fire, can you toast these-" G.O.A.T. killer, throat slitter, dope-getter Go-getter, crunch time, no sit-up Grown man, no sitter, grown nigga, like Dock Ellis Pro-pitcher, no-hitter

Northside (I'm ready to go home right now) Rich, where the drank at, fool? (I ain't take one out the top, nigga, I'm known to take one out, bitch) I-10 spinnin' and I swerve on the block (Northside, skrrt, skrrt) I got youngins on the corner strapped with Glocks watchin' for opps Got plenty shooters, got plenty guns, how many drugs? I'd say a lot Reporting live, and bitch, you in here, wooly tucked Who they fuck they thought this was? We ain't moving no cars Bitch, this me out here (it's me) He can try and that nigga gon' die, go to playin' with them rods We gon' put him to sleep out here (bah) Old snake ass hoes, nigga know that they fuck with them boys They ain't 'posed to be out here I'm slime, see straight green out here 4KTrey, bitch, we deep out here Gon' make her take her top off Make her get straight out her body I'ma get that nigga knocked off You'd do the same if you knew 'bout it Hold on, wait, and blow the cock off Shoot this bitch at everybody (bah, bah) Don YoungBoy, know I'm Gotti I don't pay for the drop, I cop it (let's go) Twenty for to split a nigga's shit, okay Check how bloody it get, okay Pussy nigga can't spin back, no way I'ma pop a nigga cap off top, on Dave Steady spendin' money and it's coming each way Flyin' in the Lam' through the land, out of state All the hoes wanna stay, but it's no cheap stay Double cup to the face, out of line with the gang No mans, take a nigga pack with ten Hit a nigga ass soon as he whipped in (bah) Load up, spinnin' the pack, where they been? 'Fore we hopped in the car, I done had me one in Sent them slimes at that bitch, I'ma send 'em again I'm the slimiest, bitch, I'ma say it again And my mom with the shit, we be lockin' it in On the Wraith with my bitch, two-hundred and ten Come from LP to Marco, check my barcode, I'm straight out the pen Red River plus Wells Fargo, what's the amount? Do I spend my advance? Keep a dirty pistol in my fuckin' pants (oh, come on, yeah) We stepped on them, we gon' murder you with that fuckin' plan Twenty for to split a nigga's shit, okay Check how bloody it get, okay Pussy nigga can't spin back, no way I'ma pop a nigga cap off top, on Dave Steady spendin' money and it's coming each way Flyin' in the Lam' through the land, out of state All the hoes wanna stay, but it's no cheap stay Double cup to the face, out of line with the gang I said, "Stop it" You could act like you want smoke I ain't here for no joke, I'll fuck 'round and pop it Give a fuck 'bout no camera, don't play with my bro Strip his ass at the store, we gon' go in his pockets Go back-to-back, tally for tally No, hollow for hollow, stand toe-to-toe with anybody We gon' get at 'em back-to-back with the strap Me and DD do that, nigga, check how he move with that shotty Let that nigga talk, he ain't taking nothin' off Let that nigga live 'til he come to the North I already know the deal, I ain't even gotta talk Big B get him killed, meet me back at the house Two up for to serve to somebody My brother who got it, we ridin' around in a drought I'm stuffing that in my pocket I'll step on somebody, I'll flash, they open they mouth Mmm, okay, uh Pussy ass nigga, okay, uh Broke ass nigga, okay, uh Scary ass nigga, no way Bitch, I'm fine, I'm straight, uh Bitch, I'm doing okay, mm Bitch, get out my face YoungBoy, 4KTrey

Lemme get em (Shoot) Lemme get em (Shoot) Lemme get em (Shoot) Lemme get em (Nah, shoot out) Lemme get em (Shoot out) Lemme get em (Nah, shoot out) Lemme get em (Shoot out) (I think I might be happy) Lemme get em (SSET, SSET, SSET) Bitch, I'm the real prince up in my city Should have died on the percocet (Yuh) Ridin' with a yellow hoe in a little red Corvette Purple rain all on my lips (Mwah) God as my witness, I'll slay me a princess (Yuh) Check it off the bucket list (Yuh, yuh) Bitch, crown me, please, top me off like a king And I like tea and crumpets with the head (SSET) Wet, wet, got your bitch wet I ain't cum and she got upset (Yeah) She a 10 outta 10 outta motherfuckin' 10 She hold all my weapons like fuckin Shippuden Imma test that bitch like a Chunin Exam (Yeah) Black diamond pinky ring, 20 bands Turn around, smack a bitch, same hand Fuck her off the perc, nutted, did the Diddy dance (Mwah) Shiny suit flow, boy I'm bad Shut down the studio, still make a band Feel like a skinny ass Biggie in my 20s when I'm thumbin through these 50s, and I'm in faith's hands (Mwah) I'm switching these bitches like glizzies A switch on the glizzy, a switch on the glizzy (Mwah) I'm switchin' these bitches (Mwah) I'm switchin' these glizzies (Mwah) I'm switchin' these glizzies (Mwah, mwah) I'm spinnin' again (Mwah, mwah) Pop that perc, that 3 to the 30-inch on my spinnin' rims (Right, let's go) I can't see no hater, diamond Cartier on my lens (Stevie Wonder) I turn to Darth Vader, matte-black, yeah, that's on my Benz (Star Wars) Inside red, lightsaber, fucked your bitch like once again Smoke out the pound, you smokin' out the quarter still, got a bitch in Fort Lauderdale I just put my dick up right in your daughter still My diamonds they water still (Water) Had to leave 'em bitches sparklin', sparklin' still 'Cause I paid a half a mil' No, no, no, you don't get no cash for real I just spent half a reel (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah I ain't even gotta say nothing Pull up in the whip, push buttons Rolls-Royce big, it's a hummer (Vroom) Man, I hope you don't love her That girl that you try pop out with, man, I had that bitch last summer Shoot Lemme get em (Shoot) Lemme get em (Shoot) Lemme get em (Shoot) Lemme get em (Nah, shoot out) Lemme get em (Shoot out) Lemme get em (Nah, shoot out) Lemme get em (Shoot out) Lemme get em (Nah, shoot out) Smoke gas, bitch, better lung it Make a bitch shake, crumpin' Hit it from the back, hump it If I throw the hoop, nigga, you better dunk it (dunk it) Yeah, dunk it, I won't pass it No glove, beat it up like Cassius (Skrrrrt) My new bitch she nasty Suck on my dick 'til her lips get ashy (let's get it) Hold on, slowly, uh, faster Cut off my hair on one side Told that bitch I feel like Cassie (SSET) I told her it wasn't me (Yuh) Told that bitch I feel like Shaggy (Yeah) Brought that bitch right to my yard (Yard) Told that bitch please do not cap me (Huh?) Yeah, little bitch, I'm a dog Pockets outta shape, but I ball (Yuh) Got a bitch from Philly that I fuck I hit it too hard and she say that I'm drunk (Yuh, mwah, haha, mwah) Yeah, the dick made that bitch cry She gave me neck like a tie Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah I ain't even gotta say nothing Pull up in the whip, push buttons Rolls-Royce big, it's a hummer (Vroom) Man, I hope you don't love her That girl that you try pop out with, man, I had that bitch last summer Lemme get em (Shoot) Lemme get em (Shoot) Lemme get em (Shoot) Lemme get em (Nah, shoot out) Lemme get em (Shoot out) Lemme get em (Nah, shoot out) Lemme get em (Shoot out) Lemme get em (Nah, shoot out)

Ooh, ooh, woah I never been scared I tell you that I don't care Really I do care I hope that you care (Yuh hear mi now, Mitch Mula?) I never been scared to love (Drop dat bomboclaat!) I never been scared of love, scared to love I'm on the drugs way too much I'm not enough, not enough You're way too much, way too much Not scared to love, just scared of love Not enough, I'm not enough You're way too much and I'm not getting enough You're way too much, still not getting enough You're way too much, too, too much The weight is heavy on my shoulders, girl, you're too much You put my heart in a grave, I get no love So I need more drugs, way too much All I ever do is get fucked up All I ever wanted was a real love Got a pint of the lean, I done lucked up Bros said that it wasn't real mud Every day I wonder if I can pick my heart out my chest (Out my chest) Lately I been feelin' the worst (Feelin' the worst) So I gotta dress like the best (So I gotta dress like the best) Moncler all on my chest (Moncler all on my chest) VVS all on my neck (All on my neck) Ballin' like a fucking upset (Ballin' like a fucking upset) They're beyond stressed I been hurt but I'm beyond that I never been scared of love, scared to love I'm on the drugs way too much I'm not enough, not enough You're way too much, way too much Not scared to love, just scared of love Not enough, I'm not enough You're way too much and I'm not getting enough You're way too much, still not getting enough We woke up in hell, baby, can't you tell? (Tell) As far as I can tell, you're the only heaven here I'm running out of Xans, running out of options I really need to chill 'fore I'm in a coffin Way too late, Russian roulette, okay I know I been dead for a minute now Ain't wanna be alive, no way (Mothafucka) I never been scared of love, scared to love I'm on the drugs way too much I'm not enough, not enough You're way too much, way too much Not scared to love, just scared of love Not enough, I'm not enough You're way too much and I'm not getting enough You're way too much, still not getting enough

Percocet, mix it with xan say im a pill head She wanna have perfect sex on the jet im like "oh yea" All my niggas rich they gone stick sum about they bread Fast line crash im on a xan im noddin' And can we leave it the past baby I think i want a rover or a Jag baby And I can always sense it if you sad baby You know I made it i don't think you made me God Please This the thousandth time i been on my knees And its the fifth time i been snaked I guess I never learn 100 shots gone make him burn Spin the block we won't miss a turn I can't fuck with niggas cause niggas fake God Please This the thousandth time i been on my knees Bet i know how he got them tricks up his sleeve And so many of these lil niggas wanna be me If you listen I could give you the key Percocet, mix it with xan say im a pill head She wanna have perfect sex on the jet im like oh yea All my niggas rich they gone stick sum about they bread Fast line crash im on a xan im noddin And can we leave it the past baby I think i want a rover or a Jag baby And I can always sense it if you sad baby You know I made it i dont think you made me

Last time you told me you proud of me, you wasn't proud of me You was the nigga who doubted me I was too mad at you You let 'em come kill you, my brother That shit was a tragedy But magically I got the strategy I was so sick and tired of niggas keep askin' me "Who was the killers between the hood?" (DJ on the beat so it's a banger) Bro I'm a king, that mean we good Talked to my TT about my problems Learned to survive, I carry my choppa Before I was 12, I went to the doctor Fucked on a stripper and I took me a Roxy How you my blooda? You say you gon' pop me Fall over loyalty, never 'bout thotties Don't mention my name if you mention them bodies Don't mention my name if you mention them bodies "Stop takin' drugs after sendin' a song" How you gon' blame me? I give her cabaña Bitch I'm a star, gotta use condom Don't drink Par, only like Wocka Sippin' on Wocka, I feel like I'm Flocka Shit in my pocket, that shit'll go blocka Say that I'm mean, what you mean? I caught you Get away from her, high speed, I'm toxic Called you a bitch, I'm sorry I lost it Head down, X pill, Percocet, off it Bitch my phone died, pass me a charger Ain't have a coat, walked to school in a thermal Bitches you lookin' up to, they'll burn you Get out my business, this shit don't concern you I get to diggin' this shit when I learn you I love the trenches, this shit is eternal Oh my God, what happened to Virgil? I wish my brother had made it out surgery I be up thinkin', that shit do be hurtin' me If they gon' catch me, them niggas gon' murder me (oh no, oh) Gave my bro twenty, he caught for a burglary I love the bitches who say they ain't heard of me Never seen blood, that shit'll turn burgundy Oh my God, what happened to Virgil? Oh my God, what happened to Virgil? Fresh like the first day of school, I'm a scholar Found the solution and got some more problems We from the sandbox, my dog since a toddler Sixteen year old when I shot my first chopper Flew out of Van Nuys, landed in Opa Locka Quit flyin' the G5, fly helicopters (fly helicopters) I count every blessin' and count every dollar I'm 'bout to go factory plain I treat all of my dogs the same Take care all of my bitches the same I just hope you financially sane Never turnin' my back on the gang From the A, we was taught to be brave Had to squabble and take a few fades Stay rock solid, you'll get through the phase That my nigga, what happened to Virgil? Talked to God, I don't wanna get murdered I got style, I don't know what you heard of You lil' pussy, you soft and fertile Only rumors throughout my circle Only rumors throughout my circle, oh R.I.P. Prince, I'ma pour up some purple 600 Maybach, the one with the curtain Young GunnaWunna, the boy bought the Birkin I'm goin' hard, now you proud of me workin' Ridin' round the town sippin' and swervin' Hold it down, do this shit with a purpose Louis down, man, this shit came from Virgil (this shit came from Virgil) Oh my God, what happened to Virgil? Oh my God, what happened to Virgil? Oh my God, what happened to Virgil? Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?

Blast his ass I don't even ask when it come to cash, they catch him Blast his ass Jam get out that jam, I gave him 50, ain't gotta ask again He was catchin' murders, way back then, that's when the MACs was in I don't drink that red or that green, bring back the Act' again Fucked her then she told that she hate me, now she back again And you still alive, you better be lucky, ain't no traffickin' Hate they ass so much, we dig 'em up and tell 'em, "Die again" I can hit the club all by myself long as the strap is in Niggas told me, all the rappers pussy, ain't no rapper then They told 'em what type of car was in, I had to go get it wrapped again Say when I get on, ain't no more thots, we fuckin' actresses Bitch, you know we lyin', we fuckin' thotties on the mattresses Hey, pop out like a ghost They like, "Prince Dre, boy, he back again" (uh) If a body movin', I spin back again, clap again (uh) I be in the 'nois with a choppa like I'm Soulja Slim (uh, hey, hey) O'Block they my brothers but 300 that's my woadie'nem Them be my fucking partners I be movin' through these bitch Ain't worried 'bout no oppers (ain't worried 'bout no, ooh) I'm a fuckin' shooter And I'm dreaded like a rasta I been runnin' up that bag, I been trappin' out that charger (skrrr) Foenem screamin', "Get back" You know I'm with that (uh) Long live Baby Boy, but T-Roy can't forget Hec Project baby, 6-4 shawty, got it on my back (uh) Chopper bullet, make a somersault then put 'em on his back (boom, boom) I ain't tryna squash no beef, nigga (squash no beef, nigga) We into it 'til you die, real street nigga (real street nigga) At yo' funeral, I might just slide, rest in pee, nigga (rest in pee, nigga) Shoot up everybody that's outside I bet Wooski feel this one (boom-boom, boom-boom) I bet Wooski still twitchin' (damn, damn-damn) He changed, somethin' different I got clips like Mel Gibson (yeah) All full, none of them empty (grrah, grrah) I know niggas scared to come around when I pop out outside (I know it) I done gave niggas whole head starts (what?) Still I hawk 'em down (boom, boom) That shit crazy (damn) Krump was doin' all that woofin' and he ain't even make it (damn) Melly got shot up in the party, started Harlem shakin' (damn, damn, damn) If the pigs keep tweakin', I'ma start frying bacon (boom, boom) The difference between me and you Is you be askin', I be takin' (boom, boom, boom, boom-boom-boom-boom) Blast his ass I don't even ask when it come to cash, they catch him Blast his ass Jam get out that jam, I gave him 50, ain't gotta ask again He was catchin' murders, way back then, that's when the MACs was in I don't drink that red or that green, bring back the Act' again Fucked her then she told that she hate me, now she back again And you still alive, you better be lucky, ain't no traffickin' Hate they ass so much, we dig 'em up and tell 'em, "Die again" I can hit the club all by myself long as the strap is in

[Intro] (Banger) (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) [Chorus] Nigga, I'll be damned (Who?) If a nigga think he finna take me out, this shit ain't sweet (Huh? Boom, boom) Nigga, I ain't goin', I'm back, I'm blowin' (Yeah) I'll be at his crib every day of the week (Shit) 'Member it was nights I couldn't even sleep (Huh? Huh?) War outside, niggas couldn't even eat (Damn, damn) I was sixteen with a Carbon 15 (Yeah) Motherfuckers gotta die and it ain't gon' be me (Von, huh?) Shootin' shit sunup to sundown (Uh) He was just playin' tough, he gon' run now (Uh-huh) All these bitch ass niggas tellin', really start to take the fun out (He get too wild) I'm the type of nigga go to church with my gun out (In a shootout) Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (Hе get too wild) I'm the first name that thеy say in the shootout (In the shootout) God textin' me like, "It's gettin' too crowded" (Damn, damn) [Verse 1] Police they catch me, I'm too silent (Damn) My name speak volume, I'm too violent (Huh?) Niggas actin' tough, run it up then, I'ma lay him down like two pallets (Boom, boom) Dress a nigga up like a new stylist (Uh-huh) Out for a year, nigga, when the trial is? (Uh-huh) Would've bought that bitch a car but she had some mileage (Uh-huh) If he say what he saw, we gon' cut his eyelid (Boom, boom, boom) [Chorus] Nigga, I'll be damned (Damn) If a nigga think he finna take me out, this shit ain't sweet (Nah, nah) Nigga, I ain't goin', I'm back, I'm blowin' (Huh?) I'll be at his crib every day of the week (Boom, boom) 'Member it was nights I couldn't even sleep (Yeah) War outside, niggas couldn't even eat (Shit) I was sixteen with a Carbon 15 (Huh? Huh?) Motherfuckers gotta die and it ain't gon' be me (Damn, damn) Shootin' shit sunup to sundown (Yeah) He was just playin' tough, he gon' run now (Uh-huh) All these bitch ass niggas tellin', really start to take the fun out (Uh-huh) I'm the type of nigga go to church with my gun out (With my gun out) Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (He get too wild) I'm the first name that they say in the shootout (In the shootout) God textin' me like, "It's gettin' too crowded" (Damn, damn) [Verse 2] Oh, you 'bout it? (Uh-huh) Rob you, ain't shit you gon' do 'bout it (Uh-huh) My lil' bitch want a new body (What?) My bullets come get you fast like a Bugatti (Grrah, grrah) I'm goin' Scotty like too hotty (Yeah) You gettin' shot up if you too cocky (What?) We slide with sticks like we play hockey And you not a killer if you only got two bodies, damn (Boom, boom, boom, boom) Run out (Yeah), hustle to sunup to sundown (Uh-huh) We got some money, it's fun now (It's fun) Last nigga dissed King Von got gunned down (Grrah, grrah) Damn, what now? (What?) It was funny but now it's not fun now (It's not fun now) I was bummy, now look who the bum now A nigga try Von, I bet he get gunned down (Boom, boom, boom) [Chorus] Nigga, I'll be damned (Damn) If a nigga think he finna take me out, this shit ain't sweet (Nah, nah) Nigga, I ain't goin', I'm back, I'm blowin' (Huh?) I'll be at his crib every day of the week (Boom, boom) 'Member it was nights I couldn't even sleep (Yeah) War outside, niggas couldn't even eat (Shit) I was sixteen with a Carbon 15 (Huh? Huh?) Motherfuckers gotta die and it ain't gon' be me (Damn, damn) Shootin' shit sunup to sundown (Yeah) He was just playin' tough, he gon' run now (Uh-huh) All these bitch ass niggas tellin', really start to take the fun out (Uh-huh) I'm the type of nigga go to church with my gun out (With my gun out) Gotta pray for my gun, he get too wild (He get too wild) I'm the first name that they say in the shootout (In the shootout) God textin' me like, "It's gettin' too crowded" (Damn, damn)

I had No one by my side 'Til the pretty young white bitch hopped up in my ride (Skrrt) Took her to the crib, how I die every night (Lil Tracy, what up man) Show her how I die No one by my side (Yeah) 'Til the pretty young white Peep hopped up in my ride (GothBoiClique) Took her to the crib and I show her how I die every night (Fuck, ayy, ayy, fuck... bitch, damn) [Chorus: Lil Peep & Lil Tracy] I had no one by my side (No one by my side) 'Til this pretty young white bitch hopped up in my ride (Yah, yah) Took her to the crib and I show her how I die (How I die) Every night, then I wake up and I'm still fuckin' high (I'm still high, yeah) Lord why, Lord why do I gotta wake up? More wine, more wine, baby pour another cup (Pour another cup) Lord why, Lord why do I gotta wake up? (More wine) more wine, more wine, (More wine) baby, pour another cup Ayo I just dropped a pill in my champagne She said she love me, she don't even know my real name, yeah Hoppin' out the Uber on a Friday Gothic bitch, her Gucci bag got bags of cocaine, yah I've been living life my way I can't fuck with you if we weren't friends on Myspace Lord why, Lord why, do I wanna die? I'ma get a Maserati just to take my life inside Baby, sip this wine, tell me are you down to ride? 'Cause when I get a castle I won't let no one inside I'm so magical, my wrist glisten in your dreams Skinny nigga up next, countin' guap with Lil Peep, yah (Let's get it) I had no one by my side 'Til this pretty young white bitch hopped up in my ride Took her to the crib and I show her how I die Every night, then I wake up and I'm still fuckin' high Lord why, Lord why do I gotta wake up? More wine, more wine, baby pour another cup Lord why, Lord why do I gotta wake up? More wine, more wine, baby pour another cup Ayo

Yeah, ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Big 14 you know what the fuck goin' on (Ayy) 4point0lehgo I got my nigga Wop with me! (14, ayy, 14, yeah) Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy) Yeah, my wrist shinin' hit 'em with the gleam (With the gleam) Yeah, my neck shinin' hit 'em with the gleam (With the gleam, bitch) Yeah, my teeth shinin' hit 'em with the gleam (Ooh, with the gleam) With the gleam, bitch, hit 'em with the gleam (Yeah) Iced out Draco, wild out with the team (Pew-pew-pew) VVS's diamonds shine like Mr. Clean (Mr. Clean) Yeah, I'm flexed up, hit 'em with the gleam (With the gleam) With the gleam bitch, hit 'em with the gleam Ooh, I'm piped up with my muhfuckin' pipe out (Yeah, pew-pew-pew) I got an SK with a fucking knife out (Pew-pew-pew, haha, yeah) Yeah, pussy boy you wanna act out With my goons and them niggas like to blackout (Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, and I swear I never back down (Yeah), or back out I just bring them fucking Tec's out (Tec's out), them Mac's out If you testin' what I'm about, what I'm about (Gleam, gleam, gleam) I just sip with the team, Actavis Codeine Team sip Actavis Codeine (The lean) I be getting money, bitch, hit 'em with the gleam (Yeah, gleam) Choppers with my goons bitch, you know we like to scheme (Scheme) East side 5-9 bitch you know I bleed (Ayy) Yeah, my wrist shinin' hit 'em with the gleam (With the gleam) Yeah, my neck shinin' hit 'em with the gleam (With the gleam, bitch) Yeah, my teeth shinin' hit 'em with the gleam (Ooh, with the gleam) With the gleam, bitch, hit 'em with the gleam (Yeah) Iced out Draco, wild out with the team (Pew-pew-pew) VVS's diamonds shine like Mr. Clean (Mr. Clean) Yeah, I'm flexed up, hit 'em with the gleam (Ayy, ayy, ayy, with the gleam) With the gleam bitch, hit 'em with the gleam (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Diamonds glistening, they glamorous, they gorgeous (Bling, blaow) My car fast, It start racing all the horses (Skrt) Fuck some Balenci', I just bought me some Air Forces (Wop) The Police lookin' for your ass like a tourist (Ayy) I be off that lean, I sip that Wockhardt in that green (Sip it, sip it) Money blue and green, the trap jump like a trampoline (Ayy, trap) 40 with the beam, Lil Wockstar, I won't miss a thing (Pew-pew-pew-pew, pew) Hit your lil' bitch from the side and pass her to the team (Ayy) Lil 14 (Yeah), Lil Wop 17 (It's Wop), Glock .17, this bitch hold a magazine (Pew-pew-pew, yeah) Peel your fucking top back like a tangerine (Gleam) In the trap breaking bands, now [?] triple beam (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Yeah, my wrist shinin' hit 'em with the gleam (With the gleam) Yeah, my neck shinin' hit 'em with the gleam (With the gleam, bitch) Yeah, my teeth shinin' hit 'em with the gleam (Ooh, with the gleam) With the gleam, bitch, hit 'em with the gleam (Yeah) Iced out Draco, wild out with the team (Pew-pew-pew)

Yeah, I don't wanna do you like that Why you gotta do me like that? 'Cause I got face tats and my boots black I don't wanna go to school, I'on like that Everybody think I'm cool, I'on like that Codeine by the pool while I write raps Spend money like a fool, I'ma make it back I don't wanna lose you I don't wanna hate you I don't wanna do you like that Why you gotta do me like that? 'Cause I got face tats and my boots black I don't wanna go to school, I'on like that Everybody think I'm cool, I'on like that Codeine by the pool while I write raps Spend money like a fool, I'ma make it back I'ma have a couple million when I'm 21 Shawty told me that she thought that I was 21 Now she want me even more 'cause I'm fuckin' young Hatin' on me, 24, you a fuckin' bum Bitch, I'm always off them drugs when I'm in the club I ain't smokin' on a dub, I got lots of bud All these bitches fall in love, but I'm not the plug All these bitches fall in love, I'm the only one Say wassup I don't wanna lose you I don't wanna hate you I don't wanna do you like that Why you gotta do me like that? 'Cause I got face tats and my boots black I don't wanna go to school, Ion like that Everybody think I'm cool, Ion like that Codeine by the pool while I write raps Spend money like a fool, I'ma make it back I'ma have a couple million when I'm 21 Shawty told me that she thought that I was 21 Now she want me even more 'cause I'm fuckin' young Hatin' on me, 24, you a fuckin' bum Bitch I'm always off them drugs when I'm in the club I ain't smokin' on a dub, I got lots of bud All these bitches fall in love, but I'm not the plug All these bitches fall in love, I'm the only one Say wassup

Bro, fuck this This shit sucks (Puh puh puh, phew) (Pew pew) (Yeah) Fuck it up, ay Bring it back, ay Fuck it up, ay Bring it back, ay Fuck it up, ay Bring it back, ay Fuck it up, fuck it up Bring it back Fuck it up, fuck it up Bring it back, ay (Ayy) Fuck it up, fuck it up (Yeah, yuh) Bring it back (Hey) Ayy, ayy Ayy, used to drink so much mudd, I mudd walk Ayy, fuck a rider with a pop Better yet I just hit the plug like, "Say wassup" Ayy, I don't place for the blunt Peep my steez, lil bitch, like peep my drip Ayy, this ain't no shit Ooh, got to pop my soul, I lose bad, Glock .45 my tool, man Ayy, stabbed in the back, sneaky bitches from the net Fuck nigga best grab a two liter tech 'Cause ho, oh, yes this bitch stretched Ayy, oh yes, this bitch stretched Listen I was ducked down from depression Now my heart fell from my chest And if I sell, it must be honest I was tossed from an abyss I got the crust of your bitch lips up on my dick, no counterfeit In LA was stuck in traps, now I got 12 thousand on my fist Toss up that dick, watch her juggle it, uh Walked in, I made it uncomfortable, uh Your career simply a steppin' stool, uh Playin' like chess, when she bend and move, ooh I can get lost in the groove, I know the [?] out the moon I'm risin' dead with the moon, can't see my flesh what is you? Therefore we brought the mad tools Chopped out the doors of the coupe Therefore we brought the mad tools Chopped out the doors of the coupe Therefore we brought the mad tools Chopped out the doors of the coupe Hold up like, diamonds VVSs My chick thick like Texas, bring it back Your bitch in my mentions, dump that shit then exit Please break away my connection, hold up like Please break away my connection, hold up like Please break away my connection, bring it back Please break away my connection Hold up like, diamonds VVSs My chick thick like Texas, bring it back Your bitch in my mentions, dump that shit then exit Please break away my connection, hold up like Please break away my connection, hold up like Please break away my connection, bring it back Please break away my connection, hold up like (Huh) Fuck that bitch, get the fuck back Gun on my hip, lil' bitch I bust that (Okay) You shoot first, lil' bitch I bust back Ring, ring, ring leave you dead at your doormat (Okay) That's your bitch, she all on my nutsack I got a hit, I gotta fuck, that's straps on deck Get you off quick, bitch Burn a motherfucker like incense (Yuh, yuh, yuh, okay) Been the realest nigga since an infant Tony Hawk, I'ma grind no trick tip, yuh She wanna lick, you will get baked like biscuits, yuh (You will) You go ghost, fuck nigga, looking like Danny Phantom, yuh (Okay) Get real ugly, huh, even though I'm rich and handsome (Okay, okay, okay) Listen up, my gun be talking shit, got my pistol tucked Perky up, one hour later catch me throwing up (Okay, okay, okay) Druggie, huh, I'm a druggie, huh? With some money, you little stupid fuck (Okay) When it come to features, I'm a murderer You dead, haha Okay, okay, okay Woo, woo, woo Sparked your bitch ass (Bitch) Bi- Ayy, lil' bitch

Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, mmm (Southside on the track, yeah) Uh, uh, uh Prada steppin', in your club, we got a lot of weapons Yeah, bitch, I know that I'm the shit, I'm unapologetic My steppers marchin' like a band, they hit your block and wet it Hell nah, we ain't playin', you better call the reverend I was taught to drop a opp before I go and drop a diss (Drop a diss) Won't apologize about that lick, tell him come get his shit (Come get your shit) Brand new bitch with brand new tits, her ass thicker than Jiffy mix Don't fuck with no set-up, bitch, you play, I smack you with this blick (Brr, brr, brr) Pass the Glock, a give and go (Give and go), shoot it with me when I blow (When I blow) At your top, we hit your throat, I call that hangin' from a rope Niggas know how I be gettin' too wicked, two titties on semis My glizzies got jimmies, no jammin', knock the jelly out, bitch (Brr, brr, brr-brr, brr-brr, brr-brr) Boy, you got me fucked up (You got me fucked up) Bitch, you know you lucked up (You know you lucked up) Caught him out in traffic (Come here, boy), hit the car but he ducked up A goose better get loose Shooters comin' after you and all of your troops (All of your troops) What you gonna do when this fire get to lettin' loose? (When that thing get to lettin' loose, brr) Lock him in the trunk (In the trunk) Take the emergency exit off so he can't run (Ayy, he can't run from us) Doin' donuts, havin' fun (Ayy, havin' fun) This his last ride before he meet my fuckin' gun, nigga (Come here, come here, brr) Prada steppin', in your club, we got a lot of weapons Yeah, bitch, I know that I'm the shit, I'm unapologetic My steppers marchin' like a band, they hit your block and wet it Hell nah, we ain't playin', you better call the reverend I was taught to drop a opp before I go and drop a diss (Drop a diss) Won't apologize about that lick, tell him come get his shit (Come get your shit) Brand new bitch with brand new tits, her ass thicker than Jiffy mix Don't fuck with no set-up, bitch, you play, I smack you with this blick (Uh, uh, brr, brr, brr) Dracos, we'll dump him, slump him like he sippin' purple lean Broski shoot your mans all in his shit to get his hurt redeemed Knock him off for snitchin', better act like you ain't heard a thing Better pray you miss that FaceTime when that burner ring Body bag, zip him up, it's a murder scene Left him with a tag like he tryna show his purple jeans Deep textin' and decoys to the hood, we servin' certain fiends I know the feds listenin', tryna figure out what my verses mean Out the window, dreads shakin', trappin', duckin' fed cases Dough boy, I was bread chasin', pocket full of dead faces I'm best friends with Ben Franklin, Addies got my head racin' Problems got me med takin', models in my bed naked Prada steppin', in your club, we got a lot of weapons Yeah, bitch, I know that I'm the shit, I'm unapologetic My steppers marchin' like a band, they hit your block and wet it Hell nah, we ain't playin', you better call the reverend I was taught to drop a opp before I go and drop a diss (Drop a diss) Won't apologize about that lick, tell him come get his shit (Come get your shit) Brand new bitch with brand new tits, her ass thicker than Jiffy mix Don't fuck with no set-up, bitch, you play, I smack you with this blick (Brr, brr, brr)

G-Money just bought a pound of the Gushers, we've been smokin' exotic product G-Money just bought a pound of the Gushers, we've been smokin' exotic product Modern-day rockstar, I feel like Ozzy, honestly G-Money just bought a pound of the Gushers, we've been smokin', yeah G-Money just bought a pound of the Gushers, we've been smokin' exotic product Was robbin' and juggin' with road runners, every day whippin', keeping the stove jumpin' I just went found me some Actavis, I've been havin' an out of body I grew up sippin' green, I was on one, I remember the first day of the purple comin' I get so high I panic, off of the medi—cine need a medic, medic These hoes are not entertainin', fuck am I sayin'? I'm too busy counting the fetty We keep them guns on us, you know we war-ready My gun sing like Mariah, so I love to carry it If he talk out his neck then his momma gon' bury 'em If this bitch is a keeper, I'll take her then marry her Fuck her friends in a Tahoe, the more is the merrier There was Susie and Anna and Lisa and Mary or somethin' I think her name Mary or somethin' But I couldn't tell this, you know I be high as a dummy I don't take these Perky's for nothin' Get so high, it's embarrassin', but I don't be rememberin' names But it's okay, don't matter how you play, as long as you play the game (Let's go!) G-Money just bought a pound of the Gushers, we've been smokin' exotic product Was robbin' and juggin' with road runners, every day whippin', keeping the stove jumpin' I just went found me some Actavis, I've been havin' an out of body I grew up sippin' green, I was on one, I remember the first day of the purple comin' Talkin' that lean talk (Talkin' that talk) Talkin' that lean talk (Talkin' that talk) Talkin' that perc talk, talkin' that bean talk (Kel-Tec, Tec) Talkin' bout the scope on the rifle, choppa with a beam on 'em Talkin' bout the bitch with a fat ol' ass, finna let 'em get up on it I'm livin' life like I'm Makaveli, wanna kill me then I got the MAC-11 I got a bitch with her own money, in my bank, got more green than a Packers player I'm livin' life like a cowboy with this Glizzy on me, no revolver I'm not ordinary, I can't go in the mall Barney's private shoppin', one call (Uh-huh) Phone call, for my bros They really miss me back home (Uh-huh) All the hoes want dick from back home (Uh-huh) And wouldn't try to fuck me when I was broke (Uh-huh) Now they want me to make time for 'em (Uh-huh) Half of me sayin', "Fuck it, give 'em consent forms" (Uh-huh) My main girl like a 911 new Porsche And I ain't tryna smoke that one, no Newport G-Money just bought a pound of the Gushers, we've been smokin' exotic product Was robbin' and juggin' with road runners, every day whippin', keeping the stove jumpin' I just went found me some Actavis, I've been havin' an out of body I grew up sippin' green, I was on one, I remember the first day of the purple comin'

Banger (Uh) Slide, slide Uh, uh, what? DJ on the beat, so it's a banger Couple killers, yeah, I know a few Catch you lackin' and stand over you (Boom, boom) I got shorties lurkin', they tote .32s (Yeah) Put you on the news, ain't even finish school (Grrah, grrah) Hittin' blocks, always in the mood (What? Yeah) Bust my inner tube tryna shoot at dude (Damn, boom, boom) We was ridin' on bikes tryna get a stripe Bitch nigga, we been into it (Boom, boom) Fuck sports, I'ma stick to shootin' (Uh) See them niggas, just get to shootin' (Grrah, grrah) Play it cool just to alley-oop 'em (What?) Overkill, that's just how I do it (Huh? Boom, boom) I'm smart, I know how they movin' (What?) The world know how I'm groovin' (They know) I sense some danger, I get to shootin' (Boom, boom) He blessed if he ain't get hit (On God) I'm poppin' out at the night time (Yeah) Wearin' all black, it's the right time (It's the right time) Switch on the Glock, got chalked, leave a white line (Brrt) Nigga play crazy and he dead on sight now (Baow, baow) Glock 29, nigga, we ain't tryna fight now (Fight now) Put it to his mouth, make him bite down (Bite down) If I call, they'll shoot it up right now (Right now) Glock 21, but it shootin' like Mike now (Baow, baow, baow) Switch make a big nigga get down (Get down) You ain't on shit, nigga, sit down (Sit down) Nigga play crazy, get killed down (Baow) Lots of real niggas when they're called that'll get down (Get down) Folks made a statement, it's signed, it's writ' down (Damn) Damn, my right-hand man, he a snitch now (He a snitch now) Too many bodies, had to tell myself sit down (Sit down) Damn, nigga gotta live for the kids now (For my kids now) No kinship, bitch nigga get kidnapped (Uh-huh) Tough-ass nigga get bitch slapped (What?) Opp-ass nigga, play crazy, get shit splat (Boom) We do this shit for the Get Back (Get Back) If Von want him dead, then the nigga gettin' gift wrapped (What?) Crossin' niggas out like it's tic-tac' (Uh-huh) Niggas writin' statements, hell nah, we ain't with that (Nah) It's the fast life, buckle up, sit back (Uh-huh) Lil' bitch, my name DQ and I shoot tools (DQ) Walk up, what a nigga gon' do? (Uh-huh) Yeah, bitch, and when we slide, we don't leave clues (Uh-huh) 'Cause a nigga gon' eat or be food (Skrrt) You knew me from school (What?) Bitch, that don't mean we was cool (Nah) Always packin' tools (Boom, boom) Young wild nigga straight from that zoo (O'Block) 12 hit the spot, had to change it Police tryna put me in the station I was on the block, sellin' crack out the basement If a opp pull up, then we chase 'em God forgive me, I ain't tryna sin but I just lost a friend I done cried so many damn tears, it's time to spin the Benz If I miss, I'll spin again (Again) Can't catch him, catch his friend (His friend) If not him, then catch next of kin (His kin) We packed like Mexicans (Boom, boom, boom) I'm knockin', bitch, so let me in (What?) Just bought a new FN (New FN) If I pull up with that Bernie Mac (That what?) Ain't askin' who you with (Who you with? Von) Couple killers, yeah, I know a few Catch you lackin' and stand over you (Boom, boom) I got shorties lurkin', they tote .32s (Yeah) Put you on the news, ain't even finish school (Grrah, grrah) Hittin' blocks, always in the mood (What? Yeah) Bust my inner tube tryna shoot at dude (Damn, boom, boom) We was ridin' on bikes tryna get a stripe Bitch nigga, we been into it (Boom, boom) Fuck sports, I'ma stick to shootin' (Uh) See them niggas, just get to shootin' (Grrah, grrah) Play it cool just to alley-oop 'em (What?) Overkill, that's just how I do it (Huh? Boom, boom) I'm smart, I know how they movin' (What?) The world know how I'm groovin' (They know) I sense some danger, I get to shootin' (Boom, boom) He blessed if he ain't get hit

(DJ Swift on the tr-) Fuck wrong with a nigga, man? You know I'm sayin', nigga trippin' But he gon' respect something, ya heard me? (King Trill) Say, Chop, I'ma run this bitch like this, look, check this out, look Everybody wanna see me down Full of tabs while I'm ridin' 'round Catch a nigga slippin' out of bounds Hit up Uncle Will, he got the pounds Used to count me out and now they lost count I can write a check and make the bank bounce Got the safe, mother-fuck a bank account Broke my heart, what the fuck you thinkin' 'bout? I'm the one these niggas hating on Yeah, I'm finna blow, I feel it (For real) Never did a bitch nigga none, don't know why these niggas trippin' (Yeah) Never let a nigga tip me, stand tall on my tippies Used to smoke weed, switched up Now, the X got a nigga trippin' Yeah, a nigga with the gang All you pussy niggas lame Sneak dissing on them songs Now that bullshit entertain (For real) I been tryna maintain, tryna stay in my lane I don't do it for the fame Pussy, you should be ashamed! I know what's up with you, nigga I never fucked with you, nigga I would've bust for you, nigga I put my trust in you, nigga Now, I can't fuck with you, nigga Had me lookin' for ya cousin, he wanted to kill ya I put a 30 up under my pistol Your sister swallowed nut, so I never kissed her But I fuck with her, so I never dissed her You a bitch, I know the real you You Sherhonda son, I can't kill you Never let a nigga steal you Switched up, I can't feel you You a bitch, I know the real you You Sherhonda son, I can't kill you Never let a nigga steal you Switched up, I can't feel you Why the fuck a nigga hating on me? Never did none to him Had money way before the rap, now 50 grand up in jewelry Got a deal, but for what, though? Everything you doing I done did it (I swear) Baton Rouge my city (On gang) Fuck nigga in his feelings Pussy nigga steady talkin' down, why a nigga sneak dissing? (Fuck him) If you a man, come at me direct and watch a nigga be missin' I ain't with the tongue-wrestling I don't wanna rap beef with ya Thing is, you in the industry and I'm still in the streets with it Boy, I'm still in the streets with it (For real) Watch a nigga be missing (On God) Soon as a nigga make the news, they gon' holler we trippin' Yeah, TBG did it Yeah, Double-G did it On the 'Gram like you really with it Look at Lil One, he trippin' I remember Three, nigga Yeah, you remember me, nigga Steady hollering: "YoungBoy was tripping!" You ain't wanna beef with me Yeah, Montana straight, but he know what's up You can't pay a nigga to come fuck with us If a nigga try, he gon' bite the dust He get out of line, I'ma light him up Killers on my team, streets know Y'all niggas worse than damn hoes Play pussy and get exposed A Hundred on my head, still doing shows Pull up in the hood solo I can't fuck with no broke hoe Without a deal, I'm still signed Bank account on overload Why the fuck a nigga hating on me? Never did none to him Had money way before the rap, now 50 grand up in jewelry Got a deal, but for what, though? Everything you doing I done did it Baton Rogue my city Fuck nigga in his feelings (I swear) Pussy nigga steady talkin' down, why a nigga sneak dissing? If you a man, come at me direct and watch a nigga be missin' I ain't with the tongue-wrestling I don't wanna rap beef with ya Thing is, you in the industry and I'm still in the streets with it

(Yung Germ) Yeah Big bank truck (Truck), with the piece tucked (Tucked) Big bank, what? Thirty for a feature ('Ture) Black card, metal swipin' like a Visa ('Sa) You can't see us (Us), you can't be us (Us) I wear big chains to choke ya out if you play me (Yeah) I wear big chains to choke ya out if you play me (Yeah) I wear big chains to choke ya out if you play me I wear big chains to choke ya out if you play me (Haha) Ho, I'm on your street, I got the Glocky (Okay) Just in case this operation turn a little sloppy (Huh?) A bulletproof vest in case they shot me (Yeah) That's maybe why I walk around this bitch a little cocky (Okay, okay) I'll push your shit back, I'll push a nigga shit back (Huh?) Rack the glick back, give your boy a shitbag (Haha) I'll push your shit back, I'll push a nigga wig back (Huh?) It's a doggy world, you're chillin' where the kittens at (Haha) Niggas really wanna be like me and now I see (Okay) Niggas want the extendo like it's a limousine (Okay) I will really kick your door and make your ass scream (Haha) 'Cause you can't be like me, your name is Timothy (Yeah) Big bank truck (Truck), with the piece tucked (Tucked) Big bank, what? Thirty for a feature ('Ture) Black card, metal swipin' like a Visa ('Sa) You can't see us (Us), you can't be us (Us) You better duck-duck like we playin' Duck Hunt (Boom-boom) You get your lung punched, tell me when the fun's up (Fuck outta here) I got my pump-pump right up in the front trunk (Skrrt) Leave you slump-slumped, smoke you like some blunt dust (Boom-boom) Heard you're big homie but you pussy (Fuck outta here) You ain't callin' shots on your block, you a rookie (No-no) I'm cookin' crack rock to a cookie (Work) Got them boogers on my sleeve like I wiped a boogie (Splash) I'm a rat killer (Boom), heard you a Master Splinter (Rat) Somebody gotta pay up, put your face up in a blender (Bitch) I'm a crack dealer (Mula), servin' your lil' sister (Work) Use your mothafuckin' blood up if I wanna paint a picture (Sleezy, yeah) Big bank truck (Truck), with the piece tucked (Tucked) Big bank, what? Thirty for a feature ('Ture) Black card, metal swipin' like a Visa ('Sa) You can't see us (Us), you can't be us (Us) I wear big chains to choke ya out if you play me (Yeah) I wear big chains to choke ya out if you play me (Yeah) I wear big chains to choke ya out if you play me I wear big chains to choke ya out if you play me (Haha) Where the fuck my Glock? Extendo on the mop (Yeah) Grippin' on the pole like a motherfuckin' thot (Yeah) I might get a bag and spend it on my car, who knows? (Okay) You the type of niggas spend your money on these hoes (Yeah) Bustin' and it slipped, had to rubberize the grip (What?) Bustin' on your bitch, had to bust on to her lip (Yeah) I got a couple niggas who ain't make it on this ship (Okay) Got a couple stragglers, them niggas all got snipped (Huh?) None of you niggas safe 'cause you woke up Godzilla (Okay) Rather fist-fight a dozen steroided gorillas (Okay) Hangin' out the whip with your homie's fuckin' killer (Huh?) With the same grip that done got the nigga did up (Oh well) Big bank truck (Truck), with the piece tucked (Tucked) Big bank, what? Thirty for a feature ('Ture) Black card, metal swipin' like a Visa ('Sa) You can't see us (Us), you can't be us (Us) I wear big chains to choke ya out if you play me (Yeah) I wear big chains to choke ya out if you play me (Yeah) I wear big chains to choke ya out if you play me I wear big chains to choke ya out if you play me (Haha) I wear big chains to choke ya out if you play me (Yeah) I wear big chains to choke ya out if you play me (Yeah) I wear big chains to choke ya out if you play me I wear big chains to choke ya out if you play me (Haha)

Think it's a game? I came up from nothing, nigga, you can't tell me shit, yeah Did it on my own, check out my neck, check out my wrist, yeah I swear I ain't never expected it to be like this Now a nigga gettin' rich I swear everyday we lit Yeah, everyday we lit, yeah, you can't tell me shit, yeah 'Member I was broke, yeah, now I'm gettin' rich, yeah Yeah, when yo' diamonds colder than a bitch, then you know you lit When you quick to take a nigga bitch, then you know you lit Everyday we lit, yeah, everyday we lit, yeah Everyday we lit, yeah, everyday we lit, yeah Everyday we lit, everyday we lit (uh-huh) Everyday we lit, yeah, everyday we lit Can't wait to get that Vacheron, put that on my arm Just counted a 50 with my mom, the boy a don All my cars came foreign, my chain glowin' I ain't goin', man, look where we came from Uh, all yo' bangers got my name on it, yeah, yeah She want me to put my name on it I got the hottest 16, one of the best you've ever seen But she like it when I sing on it I came up from nothing, nigga, you can't tell me shit, yeah Did it on my own, check out my neck, check out my wrist, yeah I swear I ain't never expected it to be like this Now a nigga gettin' rich I swear everyday we lit Yeah, everyday we lit, yeah, you can't tell me shit, yeah 'Member I was broke, yeah, now I'm gettin' rich, yeah Yeah, when yo' diamonds colder than a bitch, then you know you lit When you quick to take a nigga bitch, then you know you lit Everyday we lit, yeah, everyday we lit, yeah Everyday we lit, yeah, everyday we lit, yeah Everyday we lit, everyday we lit (uh-huh) Everyday we lit, yeah, everyday we lit (Think it's a game?) Can't wait to get that new drop, put that on my block, yeah I just copped a new Beam, put that on my Glock, yeah I done stepped my game up, got my change up I swear on my niggas I won't never change up Rollie all on my wrist, yeah, Rollie all on my bitch, yeah I ain't goin' back broke, never, now a nigga gettin' rich I did it all on my own and nobody gave me a loan Now my diamonds on froze, now I'm fuckin' niggas' hoes I came up from nothing, nigga, you can't tell me shit, yeah Did it on my own, check out my neck, check out my wrist, yeah I swear I ain't never expected it to be like this Now a nigga gettin' rich I swear everyday we lit Everyday we lit, yeah, you can't tell me shit, yeah 'Member I was broke, yeah, now I'm gettin' rich, yeah Yeah, when yo' diamonds colder than a bitch, then you know you lit When you quick to take a nigga bitch, then you know you lit Everyday we lit, yeah, everyday we lit, yeah Everyday we lit, yeah, everyday we lit, yeah Everyday we lit, everyday we lit (uh-huh) Everyday we lit, yeah, everyday we lit (Think it's a game?) Yeah-yea-yea yeah I say everyday we lit You can't tell me shit Yeah Everyday we lit uh Everyday we lit Everyday we lit uh

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Skrrt That's a red flag (AJ got them hits, boy) It's Gucci (DJ Meech, lil' bitch) I can't do no show without no comma, that's a red flag (Nah, cha-ching) He ain't no boss, he can't do what he wanna, now that's a red flag (Nah) Don't confuse these carats with no pointers, that's a red flag (Bling) Dismiss me with that baby mama drama, now that's a red flag (No) Shorty got more followers than dollars, that's a red flag (Huh?) She say she suck the dick, but she don't swallow, now that's a red flag (Well, damn) Bitch, how you grown but still live with your mama? That's a red flag (Woah) Bitch, how you totin' a bag without no cash? Now that's a red flag (Woah) Red flag if your Glock ain't a thirty (A thirty) Get 'em in, get 'em gone in a hurry (Woo, woo) Walk in your trap and take over your trap (Your trap) 'Cause they know I do this with an urgency (With an urgency) Red flag if you ain't never heard of me (Never heard of me) I'm the one post in the hood where the murder be (Where the murder be) Lil' mama bad with an ass like Cardi B (Like Cardi B) She let me fuck for the free, but for you a fee (Huh?) Grey flag, diamond (Diamond) Whole lot of cash from ramen (From ramen) Plus I can still go post in the hood, they play and it's murder for hire (Murder for money) Ayo, Gato, send me a hundo, I let 'em go for the low, I ain't hidin' (I ain't hidin') Red flag you fuck with that bag, send a blitz, have them youngins go stay where you hidin' (Where you at?) No yap (No yap) Nigga diss 1K, get slapped (Get slapped) Two phones, one strictly trap (Straight trap) Fuck the ho and I'm kickin' her out (Straight out) Red flag, you ain't gettin' no money (No money) You on internet chasin' that clout (That clout) Red flag, you cuffin' these hoes (These hoes) Fly her out, my dick in her mouth (In her mouth) I'm playin' I can't do no show without no comma, that's a red flag (Nah, cha-ching) He ain't no boss, he can't do what he wanna, now that's a red flag (Nah) Don't confuse these carats with no pointers, that's a red flag (Bling) Dismiss me with that baby mama drama, now that's a red flag (No) Shorty got more followers than dollars, that's a red flag (Huh?) She say she suck the dick, but she don't swallow, now that's a red flag (Well, damn) Bitch, how you grown but still live with your mama? That's a red flag (Woah) Bitch, how you totin' a bag without no cash? Now that's a red flag (Woah) Wait, how you know the plug, but ain't met the plug? See, that's a red flag You talkin' 'bout you trap, we know you cappin', he was deadass Yeah, that's WalkDog pushin' Lambo' truck for breakfast, he just sped past Be the first one pop my shit when we pop out 'cause I was dead last I got rich off songs and this phone and this red bag And I'm hoppin' off a plane, pop Percs for pain 'cause I got jet lag (BigWalkDog) The plug say, "Pull up," and you gotta wait, that's a red flag Whole time he fishin' chickens, you the bait, you a dead man On Bouldercrest right by the Texaco So Icy Walk, the 1017 Eskimo Just like the spot, pulled in, told her, "Let 'em go" How you got this, you got that? I'ma tell 'em no And l can mail a 'bow and I can mail some more That's a red flag if you diss, but you scared of smoke Say it's za, but it's mid when you smell it though Can't inhale the dope Man, it's some bullshit, dog I can't do no show without no comma, that's a red flag (Nah, cha-ching) He ain't no boss, he can't do what he wanna, now that's a red flag (Nah) Don't confuse these carats with no pointers, that's a red flag (Bling) Dismiss me with that baby mama drama, now that's a red flag (No) Shorty got more followers than dollars, that's a red flag (Huh?) She say she suck the dick, but she don't swallow, now that's a red flag (Well, damn) Bitch, how you grown but still live with your mama? That's a red flag (Woah) Bitch, how you totin' a bag without no cash? Now that's a red flag (Woah)

Bass Be The Glory Ayyy You already know Bass, (Gling) I'm sippin' on that mo'fuckin' wok. (Gling) You gotta mix it, mix it, mix it, wok, wok. (Gling) Ay, Ay, Ay (Gling), Ay (Gling) (Gling) Faygo cotton candy smokin' blue dream, (Gling, gling, gling) Never disrespect a person on my team. (on my, yuh yuh) And, if you disrespect that beam gon' make you bleed. (gling, it gon' make you) 2 weeks later you gon' end up on a tee. (gling, gling) Faygo cotton candy smokin' blue dream, (hoh, hoh) Never disrespect a person on my team. (hoh, hoh) And, if you disrespect that beam gon' make you bleed. (it gon' make you bleed) 2 weeks later you gon' end up on a tee. (gling, gling,) I'm in the islands, and I'm smokin' big dope All my homies cut throat And my bitches deep throat I just had to show these niggas I'm the god damn GOAT Bitches buyin' out the xans I bought a god damn boat, damn boat Fucked around with the plug, she a bitch, huh I eat her pussy for the discount on the sip, huh Don't need no acid but that- she just a trip Wish death on my niggas, that gon' be your final wish God dammit nigga Who's that peeping in the back Thinkin' I'm a lad? No sir If they here quick, imma bust em back No love Fuck a hating nigga Told my homie Minh, (gling) If he gotta problem (ay), hit me up Beefanator thing. (Gling) Yeah Bass (gling, gling, gling, gling) I ain't gonna lie you ate that shit You did (uh huh) BITCH! (uh huh) Mmh (Wok, Wok, Ay, Wok, Wok) 2 weeks later you gon' end up on a tee. (Gling, Gling) (yuh) Why can't you see I spilled the lean all on my body Imma fleam. (Gling, Gling, Gling) You can not take my bitch, that hoe gon' make you scream. (She make you scream) Your music, as you was a bitch you sellin' dream. (Gling, Gling, Gling) Sellin' dreams, with no hoe. (what) Thinkin' we ain't know. (we ain't) Signing like a hoe Like boy you really do the most. (he do the) Face covered with smoke. (woah) I'm looking like a ghost I might be the host, (I might be the) You might never know. (you might never) Purple diamond with the glisten (with the what?) You can talk, but I won't listen. (I won't listen) You could say that I'm gifted, (that I'm gifted) It ain't the gift that's on Christmas. (on christmas) Everybody act twisted, (act twisted) When you really start gettin' it. (gettin' it) Smokin' weed With the team Feelin' good when we liftin'. (liftin') (Gling) Faygo cotton candy smokin' blue dream, (Gling, gling, gling) Never disrespect a person on my team. (on my, yuh yuh) And, if you disrespect that beam gon' make you bleed. (gling, it gon' make you) 2 weeks later you gon' end up on a tee. (gling, gling) Faygo cotton candy smokin' blue dream, (hoh, hoh) Never disrespect a person on my team. (hoh, hoh) And, if you disrespect that beam gon' make you bleed. (it gon' make you bleed) 2 weeks later you gon' end up on a tee. (gling, gling, on a fucking tee, gling)

Now we cookin' up (yeah) Leave her in the past but I know I'll miss her I kept all of her paraphernalia Left her makeup and her panties on my bedroom dresser Think about the days when I used to undress her Long gone, long gone, long gone Long gone, long gone, long gone Long gone, long gone, long gone Long gone Sorrow and sadness next to me Old hoes see that I'm mournin' so they textin' me Ex bitch tryna finesse me, she won't get a damn thing Listen to my story, it's depressing Heartbreak mixed with the drugs not the best thing The devil tryna to test me I'm failing, inhaling You took it all back All that heartbreak, that was a year ago Wanted you back, so bad, but that's Long gone, long gone, long gone Long gone, long gone, long gone Long gone, long gone, long gone Long gone What you don't seem to understand is You really took my love for granted You really had me feeling helpless, that's so selfish Haven't been in love in a long while Wait until my next girl finds out Then I'm scared we gon' break up and fall out Drownin' in my thoughts baby looking for a lighthouse Ain't no sleep I been feeling like a night owl Music turnt up, neighbours telling me to pipe down Oh the other hand, I think I found my future wife But she not here with me so it get lonely at night, aye I hope, her love doesn't go away I hope this ain't a phase One more heartbreak and I'll be Long gone, long gone, long gone Long gone, long gone, long gone Long gone, long gone, long gone Long gone Long gone, long gone, long gone Long gone, long gone, long gone Long gone, long gone, long gone Long gone Leave her in the past but I know I'll miss her I kept all of her paraphernalia Left her makeup and her panties on my bedroom dresser Think about the days when I used to undress her

What? What? What? What? I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (What? Roll ten, what?) I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (What? What? What? Roll ten) I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (Woah, what? What? What?) I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (Woah, what? What? What? Let's go) I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (What? What? What? Slatt, slatt) I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (Woah, what? What? What?) I'm way too high (Yeah, what?), woah (High), woah (Yeah) I'm way too high (Yeah, what?), woah, woah (Yeah) I'm way too high (Yeah, what?), woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah) I'm way too high (Yeah, yeah), woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah) I'm way too high (Yeah, woah) Wake up (Wake up, wake up, woah) It's the first of the month (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt) I brush my teeth and count up (What? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, woah) I let my bitch roll my blunt (Woah, slatt, slatt) I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (Woah, yeah, bitch, woah, woah, what?) Pour up some lean and get stuck (Pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?) I make her scream when we fuck (Slatt, scream, suck it) I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (Woah, huh, chop it and slide) I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (Yeah, skrrt) Can't fuck with nobody (What?), not even my shadow (Yeah, no one) I got on Ed Hardy (What? What? What? What? What?), she got on stilettos (What?) She my best friend (What? What?), yeah, we not a couple (What? What?) She a rockstar (What? What? What?), she a sex symbol (What? What? What? Let's go) The way she do that shit (What? What? What?), she make it look simple (What? What?) The way she do that shit (What? What? What?), she make it look simple (What? What?) Baby, tell me what you wanna do (Yeah, what? Wanna do) Baby, tell me everybody you screw (Yeah, who? Who? Yeah) Tell me everybody you took to this room (Who? Who? Who?) I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (Baby, who? Who?) I gotta know who you fucked in this room (Yeah, who? Who? Who?) I gotta know who you fucked in this room (Bih', who?) Can't trust no bitch (What? Bih', bih'), can't trust these niggas (Bih, bih') Yeah, in love with my money (What? In love with my money), in love with my pistols (In love with that pistol) In love with my bitch (Love with my bitch), I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch) I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt), I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh) I been thinkin' 'bout it (Been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah), finna cut off that bitch (Finna cut off that bitch, what? What?) She don't cook, she don't clean (Damn, what? What?), but she want Ruth Chris (Slatt, slatt) I don't even like to hug (To hug, hug), I don't even like to kiss (Slatt, slatt) I just pat her on the ass (What? What?), and tell her, "Good shit" (Slatt, what?) I just walked in my pad (Slatt), paparazzi at the fence (Slatt) I'm 'bout to pour up some red (Red) And shawty gon' roll up some shit (What? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon') And shawty gon' roll up some shit (Slatt) I'm 'bout to pour up some red (What?), and shawty gon' roll up some shit (What?) I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (Alright, what?) I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (What? What? What?) I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (Woah, what? What? What?) I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothin' (Woah, what? What? Slatt) I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (What? What? What? Slatt, slatt) I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothin' (Woah, what? Slatt, slatt) I'm way too high (Yeah, what?), woah (Blatt), woah (Yeah) I'm way too high (Yeah, woah), woah, woah, woah (What?) I'm way too high (Yeah, woah), woah, woah, woah (What?) I'm way too high (Yeah, yeah, huh?), woah, woah, woah (What?) I'm way too high (What? What? What?) What? What? What? I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit

Scared to talk 'bout money when it's racks involved (Go, go) They scared to say our name 'cause losing fans involved I just walked up inside Prada, dropped a twenty ball, yeah Every time I touched a bag, it's extra large amount I peep all the shit you doing, tryna jack my style Oh, hold up, "How the hell they do it? I'm tryna figure it out" Sipping on motor oil, dirty-ass cup, almost look like brown We ain't folding at all, gotta stay up, gotta hold my ground Which one, the X or the Perc'? I can't decide Got the Cayenne sitting outside in the sun, that bitch is fried I don't be replying, got a whole lot to do, don't waste no time I ain't bragging, but I get paid now to sit down and rhyme That boy broke as hell, we took a different route Nigga, I get paid to just sit down and talk That boy, he gon' bring my name up 'cause it come with clout And this ho, she know we way too up, they tryna figure it out Yeah, that lil' ho know we too up, they tryna figure it out Yeah, tryna figure out, took a different route, yeah Took a different, took a different route (Yeah, that boy) Yeah, that boy, yeah, he know me, he just want clout Bitch, I been had racks since I was a teen Yeah, nigga, I been off X, yeah, like all week And a nigga sipping on drank 'cause it help me sleep That boy ain't sipping on drank, he sipping on green Yeah, I just fucked this ho, that ho on E That boy dissing, turned his lil' ho to a fiend Yeah, he tried his best, we still was not impressed Everybody got racks but we make it look the best Why you capping 'bout them drugs? We not impressed And this bitch head go back like it was PEZ (Yeah, pop her) I take a lot of Percs, I take a lot of X (I be geeked) I don't be listening to nobody, yeah, it's fuck the rest (Yeah, fuck the rest) Yeah, this Jeep on jeepers creepers, two hundred on the dash You don't be high as me, a hundred percent, I geek the best (No way) She might drink up the nut or leave it on her chest (Yeah) Yeah, y'all be fruit like chickens, yeah, like you got some breasts Yeah, hold on, hold on, what the fuck? Yeah, I forgot the rest Yeah, this the big baller gang, big baller chain Yeah, I fuck my money up so much it told me that it came They told me go and sign a deal, I'm too rich now, I can't Yeah, pockets fat, walk with a limp, bitch, yeah, I got a cane Scared to talk 'bout money when it's racks involved (Go, go) They scared to say our name 'cause losing fans involved I just walked up inside Prada, dropped a twenty ball, yeah Every time I touched a bag, it's extra large amount I peep all the shit you doing, tryna jack my style Oh, hold up, "How the hell they do it? I'm tryna figure it out" Sipping on motor oil, dirty-ass cup, almost look like brown We ain't folding at all, gotta stay up, gotta hold my ground Which one, the X or the Perc'? I can't decide Got the Cayenne sitting outside in the sun, that bitch is fried I don't be replying, got a whole lot to do, don't waste no time I ain't bragging, but I get paid now to sit down and rhyme

Oxycontin Xans (Xans), Molly (Lean) Carti (Yeah), Carti, ooh (Cash) Carti (Cash), Carti (Yeah) Gang (Gang), with me (With me) Flacko (Flacko), Bari (Bari) Switch (Switch), lanes (Lanes, skrrt) Bentley, 'Rari ('Rari) (Beep, beep) (Beep, beep) Uh (Yeah) Lil' nigga countin' up (Up) Big guap (Guap), Carti up (Up) Lil' shawty wanna fuck (Fuck) I'm in Lenox countin' up (Up) Fuck a bitch, tell her fuck (Yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) Number 9 (What?), keep it tucked (Yeah) Number (N)ine jeans, yeah (Yeah) Got a bitch fiendin', yeah (Uh) Fendi, Prada Look, shawty (Shawty) Spend a quarter million on some molly (Molly) Might just fuck me a model (Model) Poppin' bottles all the time (Ooh) Little nigga, stop whinin' (Yeah) I just fucked his bitch, yeah, yeah We just got some new shit We gon' hit 'em with that stick (Yeah, shit) Pull up on your block quick (Quick) QuikTrip, how I keep a zip (Zip) I got all the gas (Gas) I got all the pills (Pills) Niggas simp (Simp) Carti pimp (Pimp) Big guap (Guap), Carti up (Up) Lil' shawty wanna fuck (Fuck) I'm in Lenox countin' up (Up) Fuck a bitch, tell her fuck (Yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) Number 9 (What?), keep it tucked (Yeah) Number (N)ine jeans, yeah (Yeah) Got a bitch fiendin', yeah (Uh) Oxycontin Xans (Xans), Molly (Lean) Carti (Yeah), Carti, ooh (Cash) Carti (Cash), Carti (Yeah) Gang (Gang), with me (With me) Flacko (Flacko), Bari (Bari) Switch (Switch), lanes (Lanes) Bentley (Skrrt), 'Rari, ooh ('Rari) Poppin' painkillers, yeah, yeah I just poured a four inside the liter, yeah, yeah And your bitch just said she need a real nigga, yeah, yeah Raf Simons that's on me, bitch, no Hilfiger, yeah, yeah I was on the block 'til I got up, nigga ('Til I got up), yeah If your bitch gon' fuck she gon' get stuck, nigga, yeah, yeah Told her hurry up, we gotta rush, nigga (Gotta rush) 'Cause these niggas snitchin' on the up niggas (On the up), yeah, yeah (Up) Big guap (Guap), Carti (Carti), up (Up) Lil' shawty (Shawty), wanna fuck (Fuck) I'm in Lenox (Lenox), countin' up (Up) Fuck a bitch (Bitch), tell her fuck (Yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) Number 9 (What?), keep it tucked (Yeah) Number (N)ine ((N)ine), jeans, yeah (Yeah) Got a bitch (Bitch), fiendin', yeah (Uh)

Ayy, ayy, ayy I don't take time for a photo Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I don't take time for a photo Niggas really beefin' for promo She's a red shirt, she's a no-go You don't need me, that's for sure, ho Hi-Tech bleed and a Sunkist Molly make a diva a fun bitch Baby, I'm a demon, a good kid You don't need me, that's for sure, bitch I'm in good spirit, what's up, bro? Grew up but I'm still a take it, 197 cutthroat I finesse you, fuck you, homie Pull up to the show, bro Once a fan, always one, no matter where the fucks go Molly boy ask for shit, ask yo mans, bet he know me Need lean, clean fiend, scoring fast, I'm Ginobili Four more, stomach pain, not ashamed, can't afford it Nodding off, ask your ho, I don't know, she adore it Too live crew, we get it going Perky last me till the morning Yah, yah, yah, yah Tracy, yeah Ooh-la-la, she french inhale the smoke Feliz Navidad I like to play in the snow, what I don't wanna kick it, kick rocks, ayy Yeah, she blowing up my jack, bitch, stop, ayy I got a hood bitch and she love to hold the Glock, ayy I got a emo bitch, she love that Slipknot, yeah, what I'm not talking rock, I got bands, yeah Ten toes down even when I'm off the Xan, yeah Fuck that bitch so good she had to tell her man, yeah I'm the man, ask that lil' bitch and her friend, yah Ain't no need for a friend, I only got fam, yeah If my gun jam, it's okay, I know they sprayin', yuh All of these lil' bitches is choosin' Freaky lil' bitch, give me top in the Uber Buss on that bitch like a Ruger Buss on that bitch like a Ruger, yeah I'm finna be in your city Checkmate, please, king me No Tech, sippin' Henny I might jump out of the Bentley

I remember when all of my friends called me funny But my friends are dead so I'm callin' 'em money (Yuh) I stopped tryna follow, I'm in my own bubble I'm hoppin' all over you bummies like bunnies (Hop) She callin' me sweetie, she know I'm her honey I give her that dagger all up in her tummy (Yup) I need me sunglasses, my future look sunny They say I'm lucky, I been workin' lil' dummy (Yuh, bitch) Broke boy, but you dress like you got it My pants they be saggin' 'cause both of my pockets be heavy as hell What is that smell? (What is that?) Desparation for a fix, I could tell (Yuh) Why you gotta do that to yourself? All you doin' is just hurtin' yourself (What?) I'ma be happy, laughin' and laughin' While you could just let all your time overpass ya (Hah) Yuh, I'ma be I'ma be chillin' like winter (Chillin' like winter) Yuh, yuh I'ma be I'ma be sippin' my apple cider like it's liquor (Ah) Uh, I'ma be I'ma be chillin', December (Chillin', December) Yuh, yuh, I'ma be I'ma be chillin' December, uh (Chillin' December) Yuh Jack (Jack) Frost (Uh) Chain be on water like voss (Hold up, bitch) I got some paper, I move like a boss I just be swipin', I don't see the cost (Aye, bah) Outfit is cheap, bitch I got it at Ross (Aye) Two dollar drip, bitch I still got the sauce If she don't want me then she took a loss (Yuh) But I don't want her back, so it's really my fault like? (Aye, hold up) (Bitch, sorry) (Uh, I got the-) I got the sauce Teriyaki (Aye) I'm hot like a Taki, lil' bitch is a thottie (Huh?) So get off my body, we kick it, karate (Bah) I can't brush my hair 'cause that shit really knotty (Yuh) They like the way that I move so they copy (Huh?) I do this shit on the daily, Pollari They try to play me but I'm not no Atari (Hah!) Yuh, I'ma be I'ma be chillin' like winter (Chillin' like winter) Yuh, yuh I'ma be I'ma be sippin' my apple cider like it's liquor (Ah) Uh, I'ma be I'ma be chillin', December (Chillin', December) Yuh, yuh, I'ma be I'ma be chillin' December, uh (Chillin' December) Yuh

Yeah, ayy (Yeah, Ayy) Yeah (Yeah) Ayy, ayy (Ayy) Watch that pussy nigga run when I swang fists (Swang fists) Watch that pussy nigga shoot when I sway fists (Sway fists) Ayy, I don't need no strap I let my blade hit (Blade hit) Ayy, I don't need no strap I let my blade hit (Blade hit) Watch that pussy nigga run when I swang fists (Swang fist) Watch that pussy nigga shoot when I sway fists (Sway fists) Ayy, I don't need no strap I let my blade hit (Bans, yeah) I don’t need no strap I let my blade hit (Yeah) New Rick Owens cost a check (Cost a check) New red bottoms straight from France (Count up) If I want it then I gotta have that shit (Yeah) You hating on me I might let you have it bitch (Have it) My Nina on me and she causing havoc (Yeah) Free my brothers, bail them out I need the racks (Cash) I jugged the plug, I think he want it back (Yeah) I hit him with the blade, not the strap (Yeah, yeah) Bitch! Dirty face, on my dirty face I might fuck his bitch, no Bobby bitch Bitch I'm gnarly, bitch, I watch that Tommy rip Tummy tuck, fucking uppercut The pussy, shut him up, voot me up Fucking voot me up, bitch let’s get it bruh Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah Ayy, yeah, ayy, let's get it Ayy, yeah, ayy, you know what the fuck goin' on Okay, yeah Run the fuck on em ('Kay) (Run it, run it, run it, run it!) Fuck nigga, better watch your neck, don't grab the TEC Invest in vests, I bet that fucking pistol rip (Yeah!) Through your guts, I fuck it up and watch them bleed I pray these niggas don't fucks with me Heart cold, chopped folks, fuck nigga (Yeah!) So when you see me better buck nigga (Yeah! Yeah!) Pussy talk shit but won't come, run (Yeah! Yeah!) Pumped up kicks on my gun, son (Yeah!) This that shit I flex (Bitch), this that shit she wet (Wet) This that shit I whip my wrist and then I fuck your ex (Whip, pew-pew-pew) Tell me when you cum (When you cum) My dick getting numb (Yuh) I just copped some shrooms and then I ate it off her bum (Okay, okay, lil' bitch) Ayy, eat up on the pussy like Jaws (Mhm) Your daughter love the sauce (Sauce) Ayy, bitch I’m Ricky Bobby, no NOS (No NOS) Ayy, If she wanna fuck me, gon' cost (Gon' cost) Ayy, bad to the bone (Phew-phew) I'm 'bout my Vlone (Phew-phew-phew) Watch me hit your bitch just like a bong (Like a bong) Nut on your bitch I am wrong (Wet) Watch that pussy nigga run when I swang fists (Swang fists) Watch that pussy nigga shoot when I sway fists (Sway fists) Ayy, I don't need no strap I let my blade hit (Blade hit) Ayy, I don't need no strap I let my blade hit (Blade hit) Watch that pussy nigga run when I swang fists (Swang fists) Watch that pussy nigga shoot when I sway fists (Swang fists) Ayy, I don't need no strap I let my blade hit (Blade hit) I don't need no strap I let my blade hit (Blade hit)