Lil Baby

Hunnit round, hunnit thou', hunnit hoes
Beam on his face, he got a runny nose

Prolly got a wire on his ankles (yeah)
Prolly got a wire on his chest too (yeah)
That's why I don't fuck with them niggas, uh
That's why we buck on them niggas, uh
All my niggas stay with the choppers, uh
Like that shit stuck to them niggas
I'm a mama's boy

That mean I can fuck ya mama, boy (fuck it up)
Don't gotta ride with that Llama, boy
Touch me, it's gon' be some drama, boy
Bro got that cookie, that "Chips Ahoy!"
Just made a play out in Illinois
We hit the scene and we makin' noise (Lil Boat)
Fuck up your city with all my boys
Add extra sauce like Cisco
Right wrist look like a goddamn disco ball
Lil' Boat, spend a 30 up in the mall
Shittin' on them bitches who ain't pick up my calls
Wazzam ah, whatdamn
He dropped out and became the man (Lil Boat)
He brought out the pots and the pans (yeah)
Tiffany, I had a plan (Lil' Boat)

I'm in this bitch with Lil' Yachty (Yachty)

Trapper turned rapper, I used to sell dope
Icy, icy, icy, North Pole
Came from the trenches, all I had was hope
Over the gang, I got rank, I'm the pope
Bet Lil' Yachty let them young hittas go
Call me Rocky, tryna stay off the rope
Young rich nigga, man, I used to be poor
Rich Forever, we ain't goin' back broke
Gettin', gettin' the money (yup)
MAC 11, by a stunt for show (yup)
All your watches cost a hundred? (yup)
I'm in this bitch with Lil' Boat (woah)
Diamond chains, diamond rope (water)
I'm in this bitch with Lil' Boat
Try the gang, you can't smoke (gang)

Lil' Boat, Lil' Boat, Lil' Boat, Lil' Baby
Lil' Baby, Lil' Baby, Lil' Boat, huh, ayy, hollup

I'm a mama's boy

Wazzam ah, whatdamn




I'm a mama's boy

Wazzam ah, whatdamn




I'm a mama's boy

Wazzam ah, whatdamn



Gambling in the hallway
Shootouts in broad day
But I gotta make it home tonight
With my dog if he wrong or right
This that foul play
This that two the hard way
Get a lot of money, fuck a lot of bitches, serve a lot of niggas

When the pack in we get a lot of scrilla
I take care my niggas down the road man, I fuckin' miss 'em
A star with a pistol, that make me a shooting star nigga
The ninth ward god
The young nigga gon' shake some' for them boys
Them youngins ain't gon' play about that boy
Swing that stick like a guitar, all I know is going hard
Tryna stay above the odds
She said in green girl in board, yeah yeah
Them youngins ain't gon' play about the kid, nah for real
I know if I send the word they gon' kill off the rip
They know they catch up big, Lil Baby I keep it real
I'm tellin' you how it is, fuck how you feel
I was in the trenches with three grams of blow
Soon as I get off this, I'm goin' to buy some more
Lose it all gambling and be dead broke
All I had was hope, now we gettin' them loads

The ninth ward god
Push your lighter bun, get your wig split

Shoot and don't miss, a hundred racks will get your whole fam hit
Do it for my niggas down the road, they got some long beef
For the fact that they ain't never comin' home, be on that fuck shit
Green Dots and J-Pay and PayPal, they gotta eat
I'm a young OG man, shit I get it every week
Ten toes on my feet, I won't fold
If I never sell a record or a song
In the trap I went gold
The ninth ward god
This that foul play

The ninth ward god

The ninth ward god

The ninth ward god
This that foul play

The ninth ward god

The ninth ward god

The ninth ward god
This that foul play

The ninth ward god

The ninth ward god

The ninth ward god
Try me, it's gon' be a homicide
Everybody gotta get it
I hear 'em screamin' they down to ride
When it's time to slide they ain't with it
I cannot work me no nine to five
I ran up them racks for a living
My lil one just caught him a homi, I gave his lawyer a hundred
We used to grind every summer, we used to peel us a hundred
Now we can do what we wanna
I might go cop me a Hummer, I don't know nothin' but money, but I'ma keep me a
burner
Had the block hot as a sauna, in the middle of the winter
I took them trips to go get it
I used to serve out a rental, all of my niggas they with it
Me and my niggas gon' get it, I had to make a decision
Fuck with these bitches or get to these riches
You know me, I went and ran up them digits
Used to be wishing, that shit turned to winning
Damn that shit crazy, it's just the beginning
Hopped out the Hellcat, the clip was extended
4 Pockets Full and I know it look temptin'
Nigga try me I'ma shoot 'til it's empty
The money I made it, I guess it's just in me
They don't really wanna go to war with us
I'ma spend all of my money on bullets
I'ma make them press the issue the fullest
Came out the jungle, it made me a gorilla
I'm gon' be one of the realest

I cannot work me no nine to five, no

That's just some shit I can't do
Lil Baby what it do?
Ayy yo, took the birds up out the coupe
Fuck these bitches by the two, that's just the way that we do it
Everything we do exclusive, we just not talkin' the music
Dot on your head like a Buddhist, ayy yeah
You cannot stop with us and the beat, that's why these pussy niggas hatin' on me
Pop a perc and fuck that bitch back to sleep
Never trust these hoes 'cause these bitches freaks
We the new wave, fuck up the beach
I'm the ruler, nigga don't mention me
And you niggas snitching, I don't fuck with police
And we politicking, handle beef in the street
No one said it would be easy, ayy yo
I thought you would ride for me, how could you mislead me?
Now we goin' up when niggas throw up plummet
I remember nights when I ain't had nothin'
Benihana plate all in my stomach
I just left the mall, I spent me a hundred

When it's time to slide they ain't with itI cannot work me no nine to five
burner



burner



burner



A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that's where I'm from
I'm from the bricks where we ain't have shit
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town
Back when G-Dog caught his time 'cause he wouldn't drop a dime
Back when Big Fred died, had the whole hood cryin'
OG Troup lost his life in his own hood
Niggas steady walkin' 'round like it's all good
Tiger T got crossed by his own man
I seen him and 8-Ball count a hundred bands
Remember Spencer killed a nigga with his bare hands
Meatball turned rat on his own fam
Him and Jordan lil' one got killed at the same time
Every time I close my eyes that shit on my mind
What you know about doin' a paper for some paper
You niggas can't relate 'cause you ain't never ran around in that

I'm from the slums, niggas knowin' how we come
Rest in peace to Shawty Lo, yeah dey know

Back when he was comin' through the bricks in an orange Monte Carlo
Mario got shot, that's still some bullshit
Remember NuNu got hit with a whole clip
You niggas ain't from my side, they must be two-sided
They sayin' C-Dog turned in the whole west side
You niggas never was there
I remember neighborhood fights all at the fair
When micros was the only thing that girls would wear
Then these bitches started puttin' the kink and twist in their hair
True Religion was the shit, hood days spend your last on an outfit
They say Keen and Big been rich

This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-TownA-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that's where
I'm from


This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Townstarted puttin' the kink and twist
in their hair

I'm from



I'm from



Fed shit
Ayy, gangster shit only nigga
Lil Baby what's poppin'?
DMac got me too bangin'
All four of my pockets full now
I can't be totin' no handguns (glock)

Unless that bitch come with a thirty (with a thirty)
I can't be fuckin' these dog hoes
Unless that bitch come with a buddy (with a friend)
I can't be drivin' no regular cars (skrt)
That bitch gotta come with a button (a button)
I was broke like a while back
Now I'm up all of a sudden
I can't be rappin' for free, they gotta send me the budget (send me that)
I can't be fuckin' these hoes raw, I had to slip on a rubber (slip in that)
I can't be rockin' no plain jane, both of my watches be flooded
I can't be drinkin' on regular soda, all of my cups be muddy
I just came home with nothin' (woo)
Now I'm up all of a sudden (hey)
Now I'm up all of a sudden (hey, hey)
MoneyBagg, MoneyBagg (fuck with it)

I'm in the booth with a money bag
Here go the bricks, where the money at?
Give me a load, I ain't comin' back
I make 'em shoot where your stomach at
We gon' pull up where your mama at
Runnin' through hoes like a running back
We can fuck but you can't call this number back
If you knew better, baby you'd do better
I got plenty hoes, call me Hugh Hefner
I'm with MoneyBagg, we went four federal
Four Pockets, Bread Gang, who better?
I can't be totin' no handguns

Unless that bitch come with a thirty
Unless that bitch come with a buddy
I can't be drivin' no regular cars
That bitch gotta come with a button
Now I'm up all of the sudden
I can't be rappin' for free, they gotta send me the budget
I can't be fuckin' these hoes raw, I had to slip on a rubber
If I said fuck you I meant that

I'm whippin' this coupe, I ain't rent that
The shit that you savin', I spent that
And if you want smoke you can get that
I just want proof of the backend
Any time I fuck her I hit from the back end
I'm pullin' her hair while I dig in her
She like hold up baby, keep my tracts in
I can't hit that bitch raw, got a glove on me
I'm in the trap with the drugs one me
I just went bonkers all up, Exclusive Game
Fly as fuck like a dove on me
Diamonds wet like a tub on me
Hurricane Harvey, flood on me
Left the spot with a dub on me
Walk in the spot, bitches tug on me

I can't be drinkin' on regular soda, all of my kush be muddy
I just came home with nothin'
Hey, now I'm up all of the sudden, hey
Ugh ugh ugh
Fed shit





Ugh ugh ugh
Fed shit





Ugh ugh ugh
Fed shit





I'm takin' off again, suicide doors, I won't let 'em in
4, or 5 cars, livin' like a God, paying for my sins
In this life, ain't no man important
I can hop in the Benz, a foreign
Mario said they cornin' in in the morning
I got vibes, every state I got choices
Gucci coat, like we stand on the corner
With me, it's like I came straight out the apartments, only just a beat
Bitch I get mine off the top, let the bro keep difference
Put a 'A' in Atlanta, stand up for my city
I was re-in up daily, they thought I was kidding
I was putting my profit, save me a milly
I keep pouring up Fantas, so shit getting ridiculous
I hope the doctor don't say that I need a new kidney
Pull up
Any kind of way I want her, she know
I got that dope boy persona (Drop top)
Winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin' like we hit the number
I done got the ball off, fuckin' cannot fumble
Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on running
I be rockin' new shit I got every color
This shit ain't enough, I need another come up
Pull up
I fuck with Lil Baby, no infant

I used to make plays at the QuikTrip
I spend a 20 on Quick Picks
I run it back like a Pick 6
Add it all up, it's a it's a re-up, nigga
I'm ballin', I need a quick minute
I just bought a lift kit
Said she fell in love with a misfit
Fuck your opinion, you know how I'm livin'
My closet say To be continued'
Back in the days, I used to make plays
The spot there was off of Virginia
Ain't no contender
Tattoo my name on placentas
I read a bitch like accounts
Made half a mil' in a rental
All of my verses expensive
My cause a blood, menstrual
He drove down pimps
I know that they care for your answer
I ball, I need me an agent
I just might be your replacement
I got a whole lot of money
But I got a little patience
My bitch a trip, vacation
Too many chains, plantation
If you a real nigga
It ain't no expiration
Pull up
I got that dope boy persona, drop top
Pull up
(Guwop) (Go)
They say Gucci's a criminal, flood my time-piece with emeralds

Not conserv1 or no liberal, donate Rollies for Christmas
Heard I shopped at Bar Harbor, I spend reckless on dental
She so fine, got her address, told my folks where to send her
New 'Rari half a M, see the horse, know the emblem
It's big Guwop, it's him
Always us over them
Niggas say they gon' do this and that, then duck when I see 'em
Don't compare me to Slim
I could never be him
Copped so many new baguettes that I'm gettin' sick of myself
Big bully, crush my peers
So, now I pick on myself
Highly decorated soldier, I got hits on my belt
Big diamond choker chokin' on me like Connor Mcgreggor
(It's Gucci!)
Pull up
Pull up
This shit ain't enough, I need another come up(Cook that shit up Quay)

Pull up
Pull up

Ain't no contender
He drove down pimps
If you a real nigga
Pull up
Pull up
(Guwop) (Go)

Always us over them
(It's Gucci!)
Pull up
Pull up
This shit ain't enough, I need another come upK* Always us over them
(It's Gucci!)
Pull up
Pull up

Pull up
Pull up

Ain't no contender
He drove down pimps
If you a real nigga
Pull up
Pull up
(Guwop) (Go)

Always us over them
(It's Gucci!)
Pull up
Pull up

Pull up
Pull up

Ain't no contender
He drove down pimps
If you a real nigga
Pull up
Pull up
(Guwop) (Go)

Always us over them
(It's Gucci!)
Pull up
Pull up
Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank
I drank this shit by the pint
If we leave then we fucking tonight
Jeans expensive they fitting me tight
I can't do this the rest of my life
Free the bros down the road doing life
Trying to sleep every night with a knife
Know it's hard but you gotta survive
Man they got twenty deep on the flight
Going wherever we like
You can go with us too if you like
I'm on top and I'm hot it feel nice
Fuck with snakes cause you niggas be mice
Diamonds hitting who cut off the lights
In the clouds we balling like Mike
Niggas be fake as fuck
Soon as I get my money I'm gon blow it
Fuck that, I'ma take mine and put it up
I got some foreign baddies in my DM they hitting me up
They trying to get on the plane today and come eat me up
She had the fyest brain that I ever had
I gave her everything that I never had
I'm going next level on some more shit
These niggas dead broke on some hoe shit
Running that money up til I get tired
He said I wouldn't make it he lied
The codeine be all in my eyes
I'm doing that shit for the guys
She looked at my side like 'Who is that guy?'
That's my lil brother G5
They call him Steven, I call him Curry
That nigga shoot out your eye

Residue on me I'm fresh out the trap (bando)

I got a dose on my lap
I keep the ratchet like baps
Hundred round shots in the scrap
I'm on their face like a slap
You think you know me you jap (lingo)
I hit your bitch you was wide open
I'm in her stomach like cramps
(Yeah, what'd you do? How'd you do it?)
Soon as I got my money I ran through it
(I fucked up some commas)
I couldn't believe I saved some, I thought I blew it
(I thought it was all gone)
I just downed a whole pint, I'm under the influence
Then I popped an Adderall to give me endurance
I'm up I cannot get tired, your bitch on molly she wired
Tossed her with Moneybagg Myers
Plenty chains, clang clang, 50k plain Jane
Go get some money quit saying you can't
They thought I was born in the vault of the bank

Niggas be fake as fuckRun that back Turbo









Niggas be fake as fuckRun that back Turbo





Run that back, Turbo
You niggas bogus, I see the imposers

I used to say, "YOLO," trap on Motorolla
Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it
Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated
Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this
The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses
Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune
I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question
I got a bitch like Keisha off of Belly

Police got dogs and they can't even smell me
Keep me a cup, I got a lean belly
20s on me, I call 'em green relish
Balmain my jeans, if not, they embellished
Too many vibes, they think I'm R. Kelly
PH in the sky, we got 'em already
PJ in the sky and I don't wanna land it
Creepin' at night, the VLONE bandit
I prayed to the sky and none of this was handed
Worked all my life and now I understand it
Crawled up like a mouse, but I could never tell it
I got the sweetest sauce like jelly
Try disrespect me, you all get beheaded
I got the drip, they call me Dripavelli
I held him down, that nigga was my celly
Fuck you fuck niggas, never made me heartless
Thank God, came and got me, I used to shop at Target
They cut out the coupe before we hit the marker
We don't pack our bags 'cause we gon' shop regardless
Backend, I'm back in, paid up for the party
I done came a long way from openin' up for Carti
Shades and my bracelets Cartier Carti
Police's cases, all that we avoidin'
The lean in my cup gettin' more and more muddy
I shown all my love, I've never been a bully
Got every color VLONE hoody
Just jumped in the game and still I ain't no rookie
I got this sauce, cream and puddin'
I came with the drip, got everybody lookin'
Cherish your blessings, easily could be tooken
Send a front in, it's easy to get a book in

Yeah, cash all my backends, I bought me a Patek

Addicted to cabbage, the money relax me
My mom and them happy, I bought them a mansion
I still rock the fitted, but I don't be cappin' (Skrrt)
These camouflage denim like I just went campin'
They still can't believe that I made it, they happy
I been gettin' money before I was rappin'
I'm ridin' in the Wraith like I play with the athletes
No pleadin', arraignment, ain't takin' no charges
My young nigga's solid, I know that he got me
He keep his mouth closed, I'ma buy him a foreign
Penthouse, hotel suite whenever we're tourin'
How foreign my tint is, I still rock the Jordan
Packin' out shows, love my fans, they important
And I'm still in the trap, in the hood like a motor
Spend thousands on fragrance, she fuckin' my older
I just started rappin', I made me some millions
Man, shout out Atlanta, I'm runnin' my city
These bracelets came healthy, they cost me a 50
I leveled it up, I've been handlin' business
Gettin' 20 a night, every day, different city
I just keep puttin' this syrup in my kidneys
This the big one, boy, this not the Jubilee (Jubilee)
I got Gunna with me, rockin' VLONE, Supreme (Yeah, yeah)
Ah-ah-ah, hey





Ah-ah-ah, hey





Ah-ah-ah, hey





I been through it all, I came this far how a nigga not gon' feel me
Ain't no facade, no cap in my raps everything that I say is the real me
I give all my problems to God
Let him handle all my enemies
I get on my knees and beg him please I just hoping that he hearin' me
I came too far to stop now, I can't let a nigga get ahead of me
I came too far to stop now, I can't let a nigga get the best of me
Remember that shoot out we had that time we thought a kid died
Only thing I know when we pulled up, everybody hopped out firin'
I remember on the way back, everybody in the car quiet
I'm just knowing everybody thinkin' we just pulled a homicide, homicide
See me on the news at the spot
They say he got shot
I'm the first one stood up, told my brothers y'all all I got
Know if somebody seen us they gon' talk
Phone ringin' I thought it was a thotty
Thinkin' damn, "we just caught a body"
Hopin' everybody keep it solid
Fuck the nigga, I'm thinkin' bout the kid
The nigga shouldn't did what he did
I'm just glad a nigga still here for all the stupid shit that we did
Gotta be here for my kid
Gotta watch my son get big
Everything I say is no lie, I'm just glad the kid didn't die
Caught a few cases, I been on the road but overall a nigga still free
I done been robbed I know how it feel, a nigga gon' have to come kill me
All I see is young niggas on Instagram with them sticks

I never post no gun but when it's smoke I bet I send a blitz
That bullshit that you on thinkin' cool get you a 100 years
I bet yo partner fuck yo bitch, I bet you don't hear nun from the clique
I ain't gon' tell you no lie, this shit'll make a grown man cry
Folks give yo ass that time, you'll never see the outside
All you do is think and wonder why
Kiss the good life goodbye
Now you gotta fight to survive, ain't no guns all you got is knives
You hear a nigga sharpen 'em at night
Young niggas gon' off of ice
Grown men fucking grown men they'll never tell you that part
Buy a phone you gotta have a spot
Everyday a nigga get knocked
Search team turn to the narcs, man this shit is really gettin' hard
I came too far to stop now, I can't let a nigga get the best of meCaught a few
cases, I been on the road but overall a nigga still free

I came too far to stop now, I can't let a nigga get the best of me Search team turn
to the narcs, man this shit is really gettin' hard


Just came off a lick, we found two bricks
All we know is gettin' money, on that fly shit
Play for keeps, rockin' shows, doin' fours and shit, ya digg?
Nigga try, we gun 'em down
Shout out to the plug, he front me a hundred pounds
Make one phone call, they pull up one hundred rounds
Young Roo, Young Baby run the A-Town
Them boys got new whips and full clips
Nigga play, he get flipped, he gettin' dipped
All we know is gettin' money, fuckin' hoes and shit
All we know is lay 'em down, kick in doors and shit
Real spit, this my life
In the trenches every day, I earned my stripes
Yamaha four fifty, bike life
Lost a whole quarter million on them dice, damn
Woah, woah, woah kemosabe

Bad bitches long hair in the lobby
I just pray I don't kill nobody
I just hope I don't kill nobody
Marlo and Young Baby, we goin' crazy

In the street worth like eight-eighty
Hellcats and drop top, off them block
Neighborhood super star, fuckin' bad broads
Goin' to the Super Bowl, me and Julio
I just made a two million dollar tab off a truckload
Young nigga stay fly and gettin' money
2 the Hard Way, nigga you know how we comin'
I just copped a Maybach off dope money
Got the sucker hang hard with no money
Then I made a one-twenty off four dummies
QC superstar, me and Baby comin', yeah

G-Wagon, matte black

Run off on the migo, get the money right back
Runnin' to the bag fast like a four flat
Oh he sweet with that money, he gettin' jacked, ya digg?
White tee and white ones
Nigga pushin' big weight, call him Big Pun
I'ma go and get the money, that's on my son, ya digg?
Look at me, with QC
Went and got the bag, bust it down with Big and P
I just spent thirty racks on new teeth
Me and Marlo traphouse, them new Jeeps
Time to run the rap game, already run the streets, ya digg?

Me and my, lil niggas




Look at me, with QC




Look at me, with QC




Look at me, with QC

Don't know how to play but I ball
Stacking that money up make it tall
Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost
Mama ain't made no hoe, she made a boss
My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off
Rocking designer I'm dripping in sauce
All of my diamonds real so they cost
You know it costs to live like this
I got a bad lil boss bitch
Too many diamonds, camera glitch
Yeah I'm shining, I'm frostbit
Ain't got to tell them they know that I'm rich
I got a sack like I run the blitz
Ice cold like I got on mitts
Ice cream I look like a lick
I made a hunnid in two days

Neighbour trippin' cause I keep the door swangin'
I drop a mixtape today, they gon' be thinking I got me a ghostwriter
AMG on the floor like a low rider
Having rich arguments my whole problem
Running money up I don't see nobody
Tennis chains on fleek, I could wear a new piece every week
Me and my diamonds all on pee, point
Ask about me, I dug deep for 'em
Hit the bitch Curry, three-point
I can't hit them all so I Pikachu
I don't text 'em I just stick and move
Fresh pair of Loubs
I got too many hoes I can't fuck them all
Forty pointers that's a waffle cart

Ice cubes on my neck like my styrofoam
Drip, dripping like that it's the shower on
Them ain't real, them diamonds are rhinestones
I'm straight I got the iron now
Too many hoes bought another phone
I apologize, AP honeycomb
Shorty walking round with like three hunnid on
Baby vanilla, my rose gold match the Gucci with rose petal
Trapper of the year I need a gold medal
You know the water make the pussy get wetter
Ooh, can't name a nigga that do it better
I got too many hoes like I'm Hugh Hefner
Different foreign bitches, I'ma put 'em together
Yeah they know I'm a trendsetter


Fresh pair of Loubs




Fresh pair of Loubs




Fresh pair of Loubs



Uh
Yeah
I tote a TEC 'cause niggas be shady

And a surfboard 'cause we're really wavy
I need some love to go with this hate
Give mama a hug, we finally made it
Puttin' Ms in all the Mercedes
Spend a whole M in the mall, boy you crazy
Clinch to that shit, bet' not trust your old lady
Business is business, so you gotta pay me
Uh, Bentleys on Bentleys, we mob through the A

Benjis on Benjis, we stack every day
Business is business, so you gotta pay
New Lamborghinis make me wanna race
Still eat fettuccini, I'm stuck in my ways
My bed Tempur-Pedic, I fuckin' get paid
My flow a disease, kill these rappers like AIDS
Yves St. Laurent on the lens of my shades
Gunna back up, I was goin' through a phase
I doubled up and got my bitches straight
You learned how to drip from you watchin' my page
Niggas be tossin', somebody decay
Off-White'd the coupe and the inside is beige
I pop this shit like I've been doin' for ages
So many dead faces I got me a grave
YSL, nigga say, "Slatt" every day?
I pop me a pill, one got stuck in my throat
This Rollie a Presi', I don't need to vote
Your ho super ready, she at my condo
I stay with that .9, they should call me Marlo
I'm the greatest of all, my emoji is goat
Bouncin' my life, got my back off the rope
Too real can't turn my back on the bros

Brought out a dub and I'm ready to spend it

You dropped the ball I got it, we winnin'
Spaceship for a car that ain't rented
They know who I am, I ain't walkin' through Lenox
It didn't take long, I ran up them racks
Bought it, ain't like it, ain't takin it back
I shoulda playin' linebacker, I want a sack
I got this cheetah print all on my jacket
I got the belt and the shoes to match it
I'm from the hood, I'm keepin' my ratchet
My bitch the baddest, she ain't bougie, she ratchet
I get him flipped, then I buy him a casket
I'm servin' real, I ain't just singin', rappin'
I got on Soldier Re's, they're classics
I got a .31 doin' gymnastics
I sold a brick, it was still in the package
$6,500 was spent on this coat
Got a bitch in the condo, she snortin' the coke
I don't wanna fuck her just want the throat
I'm savin' my money, I ain't goin' broke
Don't want no handouts, that shit ain't no joke
They listen up when I speak, I'm the pope
I'm bringin' cash, ain't payin' no notes
I got the stick just in case they want smoke

And a surfboard 'cause we're really wavy (Surfboard)
Give mama a hug, we finally made it (Finally made it)
Clinch to that shit, bet' not trust your old lady (Bitches ain't shit)
Yeah, yah
Uh
Yeah





Yeah, yah
Uh
Yeah





Yeah, yah
Uh
Yeah





Is you mad?
'Cause I'm getting cash
And in my place
Bought a new Wraith
She in my face
I want her head
I want her legs
I want a redhead
I want her head
I want her neck
I want her legs
Don't even beg
We can fuck on the floor
We can fuck in the shower
Hey, your friends at the door
Tell 'em give you a hour
And they know I'ma GOAT

I got paper and power
Man, these niggas some hoes
Everything they say sour
I bought a Bentley and blew out her brain
Since I got money and people done changed
I'm keepin' my fourt, I'm up on my aim
Jump out of line, I bust at your brain
Shoebox money, it ain't nothin' to me
I could make a hunnid in my sleep
These niggas carryin', that's all they see
They just wanna be like me
Takin' this swag and then give it back
I didn't get mad, I went and got more
They just wanna be like him
I don't wanna be like them
Used to wanna be like him
'Til I stayed down and ran up an M
Baby ballin', they should put it on film
Shootin' for bricks, I don't aim for the rim
Fuck the gym, I don't work out
Take a sip of he lean, wash the Perc down
I got on all my jewels, foreign, and all my shoes
These niggas mad 'cause I won't lose
I gotta win, I just began
No fake love, no fake friends
Just 30 in the FN
Is you mad?
And in my place
Bought a new Wraith
She in my face
I want her head
I want her legs
I want a redhead
I want her head
I want her neck
I want her legs
Don't even beg
Tell 'em give you an hour
I go deep in her throat

Keep that shit on the low
Don't nobody else know
That's our business fasho
We can fuck on the counter
I keep takin' these downers
Pop me a Addi, a Percocet, pour me a four
Baby, we grown, we could fuck on the floor
I'm gettin' money
That's why they mad
That ain't my fault
Nigga, I'm a boss
Get white chalked
Playin' with an O.G
I got bags
These niggas owe me, they know me
Standin' in the kitchen and workin' my wrists
I made a duece, turned to a nick
I make a nick, turned to a nine
I made a nine, turned to a split
You know the rest, I made a split, turned to a brick
We in this bitch, we got it lit
We got them sticks
Is you mad?
And in my place
Bought a new Wraith
She in my face
I want her head
I want her legs
I want a redhead
I want her head
I want her neck
I want her legs
Don't even beg
Tell 'em give you an hourCook that shit up, Quay
4 pockets full, nigga
Is you mad?
And in my place
Bought a new Wraith
She in my face
I want her head
I want her legs
I want a redhead
I want her head
I want her neck
I want her legs
Don't even beg

Just 30 in the FN
Is you mad?
And in my place
Bought a new Wraith
She in my face
I want her head
I want her legs
I want a redhead
I want her head
I want her neck
I want her legs
Don't even beg
I'm gettin' money
That's why they mad
That ain't my fault
Nigga, I'm a boss
Get white chalked
Playin' with an O.G
I got bags
We got them sticks
Is you mad?
And in my place
Bought a new Wraith
She in my face
I want her head
I want her legs
I want a redhead
I want her head
I want her neck
I want her legs
Don't even beg
Tell 'em give you an hourEAK* Pop me a Addi, a Percocet, pour me a four
I'm gettin' money
That's why they mad
That ain't my fault
Nigga, I'm a boss
Get white chalked
Playin' with an O.G
I got bags
We got them sticks
Is you mad?
And in my place
Bought a new Wraith
She in my face
I want her head
I want her legs
I want a redhead
I want her head
I want her neck
I want her legs
Don't even beg
Is you mad?
And in my place
Bought a new Wraith
She in my face
I want her head
I want her legs
I want a redhead
I want her head
I want her neck
I want her legs
Don't even beg

Just 30 in the FN
Is you mad?
And in my place
Bought a new Wraith
She in my face
I want her head
I want her legs
I want a redhead
I want her head
I want her neck
I want her legs
Don't even beg

I'm gettin' money
That's why they mad
That ain't my fault
Nigga, I'm a boss
Get white chalked
Playin' with an O.G
I got bags
We got them sticks
Is you mad?
And in my place
Bought a new Wraith
She in my face
I want her head
I want her legs
I want a redhead
I want her head
I want her neck
I want her legs
Don't even beg
Is you mad?
And in my place
Bought a new Wraith
She in my face
I want her head
I want her legs
I want a redhead
I want her head
I want her neck
I want her legs
Don't even beg

Just 30 in the FN
Is you mad?
And in my place
Bought a new Wraith
She in my face
I want her head
I want her legs
I want a redhead
I want her head
I want her neck
I want her legs
Don't even beg

I'm gettin' money
That's why they mad
That ain't my fault
Nigga, I'm a boss
Get white chalked
Playin' with an O.G
I got bags
We got them sticks
Is you mad?
And in my place
Bought a new Wraith
She in my face
I want her head
I want her legs
I want a redhead
I want her head
I want her neck
I want her legs
Don't even beg
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, alright alright
All I needed was a chance, all I needed was a chance

Show the world who I am
Watch me run me up them bands
Get this ball on the roll
Watch me run me up them bands, all I needed was a chance
Know my three need me, know my mama need me, yeah

Know my uncle need me, I know Kylan need me
I know DJ need me, yeah
So if I fuck with you I'm solid to the core
J-Pay and Green Dots, when they call I don't ignore
Hard work, now I got what I deserve
I waited my turn
Had a couple bitches that deceived me
Couple partners stayed down, believed in me
I took the world in my palm, yeah yeah
I had to even out my odds, yeah yeah

All I needed was a chance, thank god I'm the man

I'll never sell my soul for them bands
Thank god for my mans, he helped me get up out the jam
So when he came home told him I got him
And a couple niggas switched up
Well good well, nigga good luck
I push work, no push up
And I went up with no sit up
And I still drop down to my knees and thank god for this chance
I switched over to the rap, now I advance
I told him give me half a mil for my advance
I put a whole hundred pounds in that van
Took over, now I'm the man
Hey, check that last bag
I think the shit was over a whole couple bands

Cook that shit up Quay


I waited my turn





I waited my turn





I waited my turn


Niggas having undercover pressure by a bitch
Let a nigga know if this shit old
I was siftin' in jail, I was payin' attention
I done seen a gangster nigga turn bitch
Homie had some cars, I don't like big shit
Still pull up on a nigga kit
I ain't gon' lie, we talked about this
I always knew that I would get rich
I wish she would cry like I'm buying tears
She done kept it gangster all of these years
I used to write a bitch, she ain't write back
Now I'm on top, she don't like that
I don't think about it, had to let 'em know
That she could die tomorrow, probably wouldn't notice
Try to hold me down, I gotta stay focused
Go and get the money, 'posed to save up
Crib with them bars, I gotta stay low
Rest in peace my dog, he got a halo
Play with me you gon' get chastised

For you to roll down the road doin' real time
My little homie they call it the red line
They only pull up when he says time

Ain't got no patience for bullshit

I kill them all dead, I ain't gon' play with no bodies
Lil homie thuggin', he 13
Like a slim bih, he just want him a body
No one went to the league but we all ball
Make sure everyone eat, I don't 'ball hog'
Swear it's somethin' 'bout the hood
That made my heart beat through it
Showin' bright red like sparks
Been dead broke that was calming
Watchin' niggas hustlin', they would target
They was tryin'to leave me by the garbage
Now they calling, meet me, I'ma target
Do it for them, make them feel important
No they ain't nothin' I shouldn't of ordered
I buy what I want, I can't afford it
Lot of money, I want more of it

For you to roll down the road doin' red time

They only pull up when he says time(AL Gino on the track)





They only pull up when he says time'ma target













Yeah, yeah
We started off as close friends (Close friends)

Somehow you turned into my girlfriend (My girlfriend)
We used to tell each other everything (Everything)
I even went and bought her diamond rings, matching earrings
Everything was so cool (So cool)
Lately baby been actin' so rude (Been so rude)
I don't know what somebody told you (What they told you)
But I ain't gon' lie, I miss the old you
I know you remember how I would hold you

Still remember how I approached you
I think I loved you 'fore I knew you
Know we be fuckin' 'fore I screwed you
Made a promise I won't use you
Play my cards right, I won't lose you
Got 'em tuned in like I'm YouTube
Got somethin' on me like it's voodoo
I'll go nuts for you, go cuckoo, lose my cool and all
And I know that shit was wrong, I shouldn't've did what I did
Just wipe your eyes and stop this cryin'
I told the truth, that I'd been lyin'
I gave you racks, I tried to buy in
I even did the unthinkable, and I'm sorry for what I did to you
Take me back, if I was you and I did what I did
I probably would, I probably wouldn't
Take you back, if I was you and I did what I did

Keep our business to ourselves

The internet ain't doin' no help
I know I shouldn't've never left
But everything I did for us
And us, I'm speakin' on my kids
Thinkin' 'bout this shit I did
Like how the hell I get myself involved in this bullshit?
Married to the game, I can't make you my fiancée
Bad young boss bitch, treat her like Beyoncé
But damn what them broads say, I fucked them all the first day
And that's why you trippin' anyway, like when I fuck 'em I don't pay
Even if we never speak again
I'll make sure you're ridin' in the latest Benz
Keep your business all apart if you can stay out of mine
Bought a brand new Audemars, but I done ran out of time

But I ain't gon' lie, I miss the old youOh, this the one right here, Wicked?
Okay
Yeah, yeah





But I ain't gon' lie, I miss the old you you trippin' anyway, like when I fuck 'em
I don't pay

Okay
Yeah, yeah






Okay
Yeah, yeah





I can't fuck with shawty, no she didn't tell
Trim shit she look like Draya Michele
I been goin' crazy givin' them hell
She ain't tryin' to go with me I'ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl I'ma player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught they gon' give me the chair
Fuck the law, make them earn what they pay 'em
Ain't no back and forth with no bitches intended

Rolls Royce truck, bitch it ain't rented
And they braggin' about bitches I'm probably hit ‘em
I've flooded my wrist, let the bros split a million
At this point I'm heartless, I ain't got no feelings
But every building in the hood for my children
Like a Drake song, got your vibe feelin’ groovy
With no phone we can make us a movie
I ain't in my bag, I still got my feet out
If we want to smoke with y'all, you can be out
Free the bros, buy my shit out the kiosk
I'm at the VIE with a spot just to creep out
Lil' shawty suck it like she just took her teeth out
5% tint on the whip you can't see out of it
Ready to 'Set It Off', Queen Latifah
These niggas talk like bitches, see what they be ‘bout
Ain't no complainin', the money coming in

Put it all up, do it all again
First you get a mil', then it's times ten
Youngest out the crew, AMG Benz
Stand up like a man, take it on the chin
They got consequences in this life of sin
Laugh about it, go in Gucci, spend a ten
When you come home, we gon' all win
Goin' in the club and make it thunderstorm
This shit reckless, he gon' knock you off with his Rollie on
Drive the Rolls Royce like a hotbox, really came from nothin'
Only ride with my security because I can't be armed
Can't get caught with another gun
They gon' know me when I'm gone
Hear my pain inside my songs
It's like a switch, I cut it off
Pills kick in, gettin' in my zone
Do my job and sing along
I'm never talkin' on them phones
Feds gon' try to do us wrong
They ain't got my nigga long
Lately I just been alone
My cup, my strap, this microphone
Nobody know what's goin' on
I'm glad I made it off the road
Granddaddy showed me life is a gamble
Ever since I've been rolling dice
They gon' suck it up like a bowl of rice
I'ma give it to them niggas every time

Fuck the law, make them earn what they pay 'em(Cook that shit up, Quay)














I don't go on dates, I can't wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don't go on dates, I don't wait, I fuck first day, yeah
Flooded Pateek, flooded Patek, whatever you call it
My niggas ballin', my niggas ballin', my niggas ballin'
We gon' go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin' headshots
Young niggas really paved the way

Pussy nigga tryna ride the wave
Young nigga want a bankroll
Try me, I'ma break a nigga, woah
C Note with me, got a four-five
Nigga ain't lettin' shit slide
Tiger told me fuck it, let 'em ride
Told me fuck it, go and spend a block
I keep them blue hundreds like an ATM
You can't pull up in lil Cali, it ain't safe out here
Keep some shooters with me, they keep K's on them
Ballin' like I'm Jordan, tryna break the rim
Quarter million dollars on me
Ballin' on these niggas, Curry
Still screamin' fuck the police
Nigga ain't gettin' shit from me
DC in the cut with a MAC-10
Quan in the back with a Draco
All my niggas slidin' when I say so

Look out for my people

Sellin' all this reefer
Servin' like it's legal
Pull up in the Regal
Went to school to fuck the teachers
Shooting shots from the bleachers
These niggas didn't believe me
I had to show 'em, made 'em see me
Pull up full pockets for a thigh pad
I got all these niggas big mad
Bitches tryna get some get back
Lil bitty bitch get back
Nigga's bitches riding pom poms
My lil niggas goin' straight dumb
I ain't Lil Weezy but a hot boy
I can't wait to smash on a call call
These niggas sweet like poptarts
Drive the Hellcat like a hotbox
Party real hard, I'm a rockstar
Rudy in the cut, he a top shotter
If I send the word you a done dada
These niggas broke, got no dollars
I'ma run the money up, no problem
I don't give a fuck about nobody

We gon' go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin' headshotsI don't go on
dates, I can't wait, I fuck first day, yeah




We gon' go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin' headshots'm a rockstar









Ridin' 'round the city in a brand new coupe
I got a brand new coupe
Ridin' 'round the city with some brand new jewels
I got a bad bitch too
Run the money up, can't take no days off

Bitch I'm my own boss, I can't get laid off
Try me, them youngins will take your face off
Grindin' every day, I had to get it, had to work with what I had
I went and ran me up a bag
I got these pussy niggas mad
But I ain't doin' shit
Two door coupe, yeah the fast one
Hopped out in the brand new latest fashion
I know they can't stand that lil rich bastard
I'm gon' show my ass, I never had shit
I think I'm a junkie, I need rehab, I'm addicted to the lean
I went and get it with my team
Twenty-thousand on some rings
I bought my bitch a new Celine
I know times get hard but it's gon' pay off, it's gon' pay off
Grinding every day, can't take no days off, no days off
Savage for the money, goin' hard for my kid

Sometimes I had nightmares 'bout the shit that we did
I come from the jungle, you can't live where I lived
Police they was on me, glad I hid where I hid
Can't sell dope forever, get the money and quit
Then go get the money, turn the money legit
Two four-fives, that's a hard nine
Stayed down for the pay out, now it's my time
I got out of prison at the perfect time
Got out, I was fucked up, bid gave me a dime
Now I got the money, kickin' shit in the sky
I got a bad bitch tooI know times get hard but it's gon' pay off, it's gon' pay off



I got a bad bitch toofor the pay out, now it's my time






I got codeine inside my veins
Yeah
I don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill

We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defence
He got his racks and all like Jacques he ready to dive in
Lil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end
They offerin' the shooter the death penalty, he won't tell on me

I know if I go broke today, them same hoes gon bail on me
I got 'em throwin' salt, they steady tryna fuck up my recipe
Amiri jeans, a hundred pack, ain't nothin' 'bout a nigga cheap
Sellin' weed in the projects
Relapsed on the hi-tech
Told the game that we up next
Put them on a G5 jet
Overseas with my sidepiece
My crease, you gotta be a dime piece
We gon' stick together like assigned seats
On that .30, gon', nigga, try me
Whoever thought I'd put a hunnid on my name
Whoever thought that I'd say "I'm the one up next"
Whoever thought that they'd be considerin' me the best
Whoever thought, whoever thought, whoever thought
Whoever thought

Go and ask about me in the streets, they heard of me

If she find out I been creepin', she gon' murder me
I ain't trippin', no complaints, I got my courtesy
Yo, all the time I let the windows down so they can see us
I take the hitters around the globe, that's all I know
I met her last night, she tried to give me her soul
I got 'em hatin', they throwin' shots, they on their toes
One thing they know, one thing they know
Ain't gon' let up on them niggas
Once you try us, ain't gon' stop
If there's pressure, let me know
So we can pull up with them Glocks
Tryna dodge the bullshit and tryna make it to the top
If I never sell a record, I'm gon' make it on the block
How you gon' wait 'til I make it
Then try to hate on me, nigga, I don't need you
I put the food on the table
Nigga, who's hungry? I try to feed you
Treat all my niggas like bosses
Nobody's better, everyone equal
Real talk, this is the sequel
Hold it down for my people


Lil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep endCook this shit up, Quay
I know they ain't feeling my pain
Yeah


Whoever thought




Lil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep endiggas like bosses


Yeah


Whoever thought




Yeah


Whoever thought




Ain't been in the studio for like three or four weeks, you know what I'm sayin'
I been caught up in some mo shit, you dig
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Jump off the top rope, I'm tryna dive in

Quarter million dollars all on my skin
Tote this F&N like I got license
Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin'
I used to trap out the store

I ain't have nowhere to go
I had a pound in my coat
Payin' J's to watch out for the folks
Hit the stick like I'm playin' Madden
Should I do it, nigga couldn't imagine
Skippa Da Flippa, young nigga havin'
I get the money, I don't do no dabbin'
Maison Margiella on Monday, I rock Givenchy on Tuesday
Wednesday I rock Ferragamo, Thursday I'm wearing my Louis
Friday I come out in Fendi, I got bitches tryna do me
Designered down, I be groovin', livin' life like a movie
You can't stand next to me
Jump off the tightrope, I'm tryna dive in

Lil nigga but my shirt off

Pull up with the pack and skrt off
Niggas softer than a Nerf ball
I ain't never heard of none y'all
Niggas say they really in the streets
Why I ain't never seen you in the street?
Bitch you can go and ask about me
They'll tell you that I'm really in the streets
I don't give a fuck about making no song
I was standing in the spot, tryna work my phone
Had to do it on my own, lil nigga I'm grown
You can hate from afar just watch your tone
Do anything for them racks
I used to sleep with them roaches and rats
They tellin' me I should rap
I'm tryna get off this pack

Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin'Yeah





Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin' grown











Coming by the roadblock
Rolling till my legs tired
Rolling till my legs slime
Real chill big time
Yeah, yeah
My life was hard, it just had to be (Had to be)

Watch me turn my dreams to reality (Reality)
I'm running I feel them demons after me (I feel 'em after me)
When I pop these Peres I don't do it heavily (I don't do it heavily)
Got a lil fame, all of a sudden they change (They change)
Feel like shovel of dirt, throw salt on my name (Salt on my name)
I was so blind, I just couldn't see the hate (Couldn't see the hate)
Forgave all them niggas, I'm still Ray
Would've never started rappin'

If I knew this shit had came with this (Came with this)
If I had never made a hit, would they be on my dick? (On my dick)
I just been sitdn' back and pushin' pounds
Just gettin' fit (I'm gettin fit)
And I got a sixty on my right wrist
I'm moving fast like lightning
These other rappers try to bite me
Yo baby mama wanna bite me
I swear to God, she triflin'
Pass her off, 'cause I'm righteous
I run the jungle like Tarzan
That Codeine was like poison
I cut back and feel awesome
No playoffs, but I'm ballin'
Had a good day, I scored forty
And I ain't talkin' points (No points)
I close my eyes, I still have flashbacks when I was in the joint (Joint)
I hit my knees, I'm thanking God
I'm praying every morning (Them knees)
I check the schedule, I'm booked up I'm finally touring
I'm going where I want to go, doing what I want to do
I can screw who I want to screw
I came from nothing I can never lose
Turn my dreams into reality
I thought that you would be glad for me
I can't believe that you mad at me
Damn dog, I'm proud of you (I'm proud of you)
My life was garbage too
But I did what I was supposed to do
Went and bought the latest coupe
Told my young nigga, to stay in school
But he didn't listen, now he got a.45 in the kitchen
With a biscuit ready to yessir
My life was hard it just had to be (Had to be)

Watch me turn my dreams into reality (To reality)
Would have never started rappin'

If I knew this shit had came with this (Came)
I'm on top of all these niggas, I can see when these angels piss (All these
Angeles)
The way my nigga crossed me up, I thought his name was Chris (Name was Chris)
Don't wanna fuck around and kill my dog they gon' do me like I'm Vick (Do me like a
dog)
They gonna really hate me if I sign a deal (Sign a deal)
I'ma go buy a Wraith, crash it on purpose, blame it on the pills (Blame it on the
pills)
When the door be slidin' it look like he be headed to second base (Second base)
I see the hate, it look like make up, it's all on they face
I can't see Fred no more, so I be talkin' to his head stone (Yeah)
Sometimes I wanna catch a body, but I put my head on (Head)
Carl from Philly, touchdown', he in the red-zone
Till its done, he in the red-zone (Redzone)
I sure got tired of sending him naked pictures of my redbone (Redbone)
G respond right back, off a head shot (Head shot)
Y'all won't that bitch if she ain't got no ass shots (Ass shot)
Put them choppers on a jet, we gon' air it out (We gon' air it out)
Twenty five hundred on a treadmill, we gon' wear it out (We gon' wear it out)
Too much dirty money, wanna put that shit in the shower (Shower)
Even when the lights out, boy that money still bring power (Still bring power)
Cats serve a lot of white, but that shit look like baby powder (Baby power)
Got my gun at every show, I don't care if it ain't crowded (If it ain't crowded)
I barely sleep and when I do, I just be dreamin' (Dreamin)
They know I came from the bottom like bikinis (Like bikinis)
When I can't get hold to them Peres I be fiendnin' (I be fienin'
Why would you tell me that you love me and you don't mean it? (Don't mean it)

Watch me turn my dreams to reality (To reality)
When I pop these Peres I'm doin heavenly (I'm doin' heavenly)

If I knew this shit had came with this
I'm on top of all these niggas
I can see when these angels piss
The way my nigga crossed me up
I thought his name was Chris (Name was Chris)
Don't wanna fuck around and kill my dog me like Vick (Do me like a dog)
I'ma go buy a Wraith, crash it on purpose, blame it on the pills
When the door be slidin'
It look like he be headed to second base (Second base)
I see the hate, it look like make up
It's all on they faceAl Geno on the track
Real chill big time
Yeah, yeah




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You can get the biggest Chanel bag in the store if you want it
I gave 'em the drip, they sucked it up, I got 'em moanin'
I bought a new Patek, I had the watch, so I two-toned 'em
Takin' these drugs, I'm gon' be up until the mornin'
That ain't your car, you just a leaser, you don't own it
If I'm in the club, I got that fire when I'm performin'
The backend just came in, in all hundreds
Fives galore, cute shit, they all on us
I'm from Atlanta where young niggas run shit
I know they hatin' on me, but I don't read comments
Whenever I tell her to come, she comin'
Whenever it's smoke, we ain't runnin'
Drip too hard, don't stand too close

You gon' fuck around and drown off this wave
Doin' all these shows, I've been on the road
I don't care where I go, long as I get paid
Bad lil' vibe, she been on my mind
Soon as I get back, she gettin' slayed
Do this all the time, this ain't no surprise
Every other night, another movie gettin' made
Do this all the time, this ain't no surprise (yeah)
Yeah, every other night, another dollar gettin' made

Every other night started with a good day
I feel like a child, I got boogers in the face
Diamonds dancin' in the dark like this shit is a parade
I don't want your chain, Young GonWunna not a slave
I had to draw the line, too many bitches gettin' saved
TSA harass me, so I took a private plane
These pussy niggas lackin', why I'm workin' on my aim
Drip too hard (too hard), charge it to the card (to the card)
Designer to the ground, I can barely spell the names
Drip too hard, caution on the floor
You gon' fuck around and drown tryna ride a nigga wave

Every other night, another movie gettin' madeRun that back, Turbo



Every other night, another movie gettin' madeen on the road






I come from the 'partments it was bad
Ramen noodles, cup of water all we had
It's like you gon' eat or you gon' starve
Either you gon' hustle or you rob
Never had no hoop dreams, but I always wanted to ball
Ever since a jit I knew I was gon' be rich
Never though it'd be like this
But now I got the money, so every day we lit
By the time I turned 10 I was running wild

Listening to Juvenile
Staying at my grandma house
My mama got put out
I've been through some shit that you would never know
But I keep a smile, I can't let it show
I was 15 Jock and Dee, caught a murder case
Runnin' with the robbers, man I know we upped the murder rates
I was sittin' in jail when Lil' Man got shot in his face
Damn that shit bad, they say that's my neice dad
Brian got killed
That shit crazy
You can't listen once you here
They tried to say we made the hit, but lookahere
I love that nigga like my brother, that's for real
That's for real

25 cent froze cups in the hood

Me and Tyrone playing nick-a-knock in the bricks up no good
Had a walkie talkie watching for the 12 tryna make a sale
Lil' Joe ain't even kill nobody, but he got life in jail
Perkys get you by
Them youngins knock 'em down
They see me on the stage now, though I ain't get a cap and gown
Want me to hit it raw dawg
200 for that pussy, gee baby don't you play hard ball
Lil' Pooh them bring them rods out
Ice on me, can't thaw it out
Fuck this drink might pour it out
Chain look like I'm showing out
Xans, but I ain't goin' out
Sales coming in and out
We just tryna sew the block
Grandma found my stash box and she tried to throw me out

But now I got the money, so every day we litCook that shit up Quay


My mama got put out
Brian got killed
That shit crazy
That's for real


Perkys get you by

But now I got the money, so every day we litan't thaw it out



My mama got put out
Brian got killed
That shit crazy
That's for real


Perkys get you by



My mama got put out
Brian got killed
That shit crazy
That's for real


Perkys get you by

The 12 get behind me, I'ma smash it
That Z06 so fast, hope I don't crash it
Need another load, I sold my last brick
Exotic my cars and my broads and my reefer, yeah

They say it's cheaper to keep her, yeah
Fuck it, I'm rich so I left her
Shout out the plug, let me keep all the extra, yeah
I just pulled up in a Tesla, yeah
Pour me a four pop of 'Tussin, yeah
Forty pointer in my necklace
Fucker and dip, ain't got no time for no breakfast, yeah
I'm buildin' shelves like Tetris, yeah

I get the money invested, yeah
I get the pack from the West End, yeah
I send a pack to the West End, yeah
It's drippin', it's rare, you can't catch it, yeah
Servin' raw in front of them Alphabet Boys
Quarter million, bought a couple of toys
Neighbors trippin', Demon make too much noise
Fifty racks every week off of shows
Movin' cautious like I'm still on parole
I can't fuck with bitches who be doin' the most
Screamin' fuck the system 'til they free all the bros
Shoot a thousand, bet a thousand a row
If it ain't a thousand, man, that shit ain't no low
Country boys say they love it a row
You know me, I'm tryna serve 'em they dope

Fuck it, I'm rich so I left her, yeah
Ridin' around with cuz, he got the L's for the straps
Three cell phones in my lap
I'm well know in the trap
Yeah, you know me, yeah, I used to sell your homies the stack
Tell my hoes to relax
These niggas police, that's facts
Shots fired, I fleet in a foreign
Do he got a warrant?
My lawyer gon' see you in the morning, Lito ain't goin'
He got that heater when he be performin'
It's a 4 in that liter he pourin'
Baby nem sip like I used to
Love to shoot dice and I do too
Play with my life, I'ma shoot you
I'm way outta town with a pack in a rental
When I ain't rappin', they send 'em
Grindin' up half of a chicken
They catchin' cases, it's all gon' half from a twinner
I rap what I'm livin'
Last whip, I wrecked it and I left it
Fuck it, I'm still livin' wreckless
Told my lil' bitch that she selfish
Call up your bestie, I'm tired of fuckin' you set it

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up












Dick her down she'll be gone by the morning
She got them ass shots that I like
Pop a Addie we'll be fuckin' all night
She say she got amman but it's alright, shoot out town first class flight
Fifty five hunnit for a new pair of tities I'll buy 'em like Jordans
Give her a couple of thousands now she feelin' important
You can be mine and I can be yours

Let's have a baby and name it Dior
Ain't got no time I'm always on tour
I pressed decline I always ignore
I had to tease her so she can want more
Baby we grown we can fuck on the floor
Condo top floor, we gon' make love on the balcony
She want that dick tryna tackle me
I'm gettin' money like I was a athlete
Wake her up, put her back to sleep
I let the homie hit after me
She got super head he enjoying that
I ain't cuffing no bitch I ain't doing that
Once I hit it one time I ain't goin back
I'm out the door like a floor mat
She say she diggin' my format
I'm the baby I'm the rugrat
She like damn baby where my hug at, I'm like damn baby we don't do that
Gave her a couple of thousand for the pussy
Get in there let her know I ain't no rookie
Put on a show like somebody else lookin'
Diggin in her deep make her push me
She say she tied up, she got a man and he on her ass
She say she tired of 'em
Giver a perkie, a pack of backwoods and tell her to fire up
Top floor penthouse suit baby we high up
Who said that you cannot buy love
We gon' be making love until the morning baby I'm tellin you this is your warning
I'm not gon' stop it I'ma keep on flowin'
Adderall got a nigga goin'
I'ma get it cracking and you know it
I'ma make you happy I ain't boring
You can tell your friends you don't know me
I'ma beat it up like you owe me
I gotta go sorry you can't hold me
Fishtail the fin like it's stolen
Baby you was lucky that I choose you
Fuck all that talkin' baby I'ma show you
Put a lot of lean in my soda
Coffee cup but this a folgers
I know I be drippin' from my toe up
Just don't tell 'em nothing that I told you
She say she got amman but it's alright, shoot out town first class flightFifty five
hunnit for a new pair of tities I'll buy 'em like Jordans

She say she got amman but it's alright, shoot out town first class flightREAK* I'ma
beat it up like you owe me


I got a dub in the rear end
I got caught when I fucked her friend
Say I wouldn't do it and did it again
I got some dogs who want me to win
Went to the lot and bought a new Benz
I hit the gas I'm gone with the wind
I'm only getting in where I fit in

This is a two-seater you cannot sit in
I had a carbon I was fifteen

We was trying to steal and rob everything
I can't even talk about what I seen
I'm never telling the laws a thing
Made it out alive, can't even lie that shit was awesome nigga
Shootouts I ain't had no bullets I had to call some niggas
Lost lil one in the middle of the summer, that shit was awful nigga
As soon as we found out some witness who tell us who did it, we gon' off them nigga
Had to cut off a couple niggas I thought was with me, tried to cross a nigga
These niggas think they can just come and kick shit in my city, it's gon' cost them
nigga
Jumped in the game and went got me some millions, no cap
I made a wave for us
Them bitches were fucking with me when I didn't have no money, now they can't wait
to fuck
Every one of my lil buddies mama know we thuggin', that's why they pray for us
I was in the back of the back like Rosa Parks
Me and my dogs on Tec, a four or more
Grind every day like it ain't no tomorrow
I was just broke, ain't going back
I'ma run mines up to the max
I want the cheese, ain't fuckin' with rats
I wanna fuck her I give her a rack
If she don't give me head ain't texting her back
I'm a dog I go deep in the cat
Remember one time I ain't had jack
I had a hunnid I bought me a pack
I took the pack and went got me a bag
It started rolling and coming in fast
I had the old heads hanging back
Now I'm rich now and that's why they mad


Putting on for the hood like I'm White Boy Marco or something
Super fast car, super bad broad, everybody know a nigga getting money
Couple homies switched up on me when I blowed up now look at them funny
I put the four on my back with no shirt on
I let the homies get bags for the low low
We sending bricks out the spot this the o-zone
I'm the man, rest in peace Shawty Lo
I take the whole gang on the road
Long way from in front of the store
They don't wanna fly they wanna hit the road
They wanna take pistols to all of my shows
We thuggin' in public wherever we go
I did some shit that ain't nobody know


I hit the gas I'm gone with the windI'm only getting in where I fit in


nigga
to fuck



I hit the gas I'm gone with the windAK* I take the whole gang on the road




nigga
to fuck






nigga
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Anything that you want I will provide that for you
I provide that for you
You know I got bitches, never put none 'em before you
Never put them before you
I get you everything that you want
All I ask that you don't blow my phone up
Baby I'm in love, I admit it
I know that you think I want to hit it
But baby I ain't got time for no visits
But baby when I get some time we gon' kick it
Baby we gon' live it all the way up
Just stay down for me, I'm on my way up
Them other bitches already done changed up
Baby is you real or you gon' change up?
Fuckin' with a nigga like me dangerous
Would you still be here if I got banged up?
Man I been through that before, they changed up
Now they be like why he actin' famous?
Baby would you ride for a nigga?
Get on top and do the job for a nigga?
If I need you to run to a nigga (would you run?)
Baby tell me you gon' run to a nigga (you better run)
If you need me I'ma come for you baby (here I come, here I come)
I'ma be right there
If you need me I'ma come to you baby (here I come, here I come)
I'ma be right there
Baby why you trippin', I ain't got time for that
I been tryna get it on my grind for that
Told you pull up, you trip, never minding that
I ain't never answer that, I'm twine with that
You say that you gone well then I'm fine with that
I will never trip, I'm never calling back
I can never fall in love with you no more
I done gave you all of that
Baby why you trippin', I be right here for you

I be right here for you
Forgi's on your whip, I'ma tryna slide on

I been tryna kick it with a rider
Baby I be busy, I be tied up
You ain't gotta love me, just don't lie though
We gon' take them trips 'cause ain't nobody else as fly as us
Baby we gon' let 'em have it
We go where they can't go
Pimpin', where'd my cane go?
I'm the same lil nigga, I ain't changed though
They get salty when I pulled up in that Range Rover
Yeah, yeah

Anything you needin', I provide that for you
You know I got hoes, I never put none 'em before you
Never put none 'em before you
Baby you my world and I swear I adore you
And I swear I adore you
Late nights, call on the phone

You say where I'm at, I'm on the way
Two hours later you be callin'
Thought you told me you was on the way
Tell you I got caught up, I got busy
But I had another bitch with
Still when I get it there you gon' get it
Soon as I pull up she gon' get it
I ain't got no time for these bitches 'cause I'm on my grind

Baby are you trippin', I been on my grind (I'm grindin')
4PF, you digg?Baby why you trippin', I be right here for you

I'ma be right there
I'ma be right there


Yeah, yeah



4PF, you digg?ight here for you



I'ma be right there
I'ma be right there


Yeah, yeah




I'ma be right there
I'ma be right there


Yeah, yeah



I'm in this bitch with 4trey
I just poured up me a 8
Real nigga all in my face
500 racks in my safe
500 racks to the plug
What you know 'bout showin' love
What you know 'bout pullin' up, in Bentley trucks
Make these bitches fall in love
All of my niggas on go
None of my niggas no hoe
All of my niggas want smoke
All of my niggas together we came from the bottom we used to wear each other
clothes
None of my niggas gon' fold
Couple pussy niggas told
They ain't my niggas no mo'
Hold it down for the 4
In the 9 with the woes
Ralo my dawg that's for sho'
We won't fall out about shit
Specially not 'bout no bitch
We ain't gone fallout bout hoes
Me and Ced get them loads
We let 'em go for the low
I got my hood in control
I got my left wrist on froze
I got my right wrist on froze
I got my necklace on froze
Both my ears on froze
I been gettin faded I'm sippin' on maple
If she won't fuck I won't make her
I don't like bitches with makeup
If she want titties I pay for 'em
Get outta there when I wake up
I pass the ball I don't layup
I'm a big boss I got say so
They'll wipe you down If I say so
Dracos, on Dracos, on Dracos, on Dracos
40's, on 40's, on 40's
I just bought me some new water
Wetter than Katrina shout out New Orleans
I made a promise my niggas gon' ball
Hard in the paint change my name to John Wall
Geekin' off trees like a leaf in the fall
Find a new plug then we takin' em all
Pull up in a brand new Benz Truck
Hop out fresher than a mento
Lil nigga but I'm big dawg
All I gotta make is one call
Hit a nigga block, two calls
Cross a nigga up, hot sauce
Ooh I got 'em mad, my fault
Talking bout the shit that I bought
Poppi'n these perks I done turned to a savage
Hundred racks stuffed in the mattress
Hundred racks stuffed in the attic
Hundred racks stuffed in the sofa
These niggas play gangsta but they won't approach me
I know they'll never approach me
They know that they'll catch a bullet
I rock the game to the fullest
I run with some real ones I don't hang with no pussies
I ain't no killer don't push me
I see how you niggas be lookin'
I hope you don't think you no bully
I'm livin' the life I should star in a movie
Ridin' in a vert with a uzi
Twelve get behind me I lose 'em
They tryin' guess what I'm doin'
They tryin' guess who I'm screwin'
That ain't even they business
They ain't wanna fuck with me
Now they see a nigga drippin'
Now they wanna fuck with me
They can't get in touch with me
Hardly ever in the city
They just know I'm gettin' bigger
They just know a nigga busy
I been runnin' up them digits
YeahShoutout my label that's me
I'm in this bitch with TP
clothes
40's, on 40's, on 40's
YeahK* They know that they'll catch a bullet
clothes
40's, on 40's, on 40's
clothes
40's, on 40's, on 40's
It can get ugly (Huh)
Would you leave or stay like you love me?
From the bottom, all I know is the struggle
Can't get no job, so all I know is the hustle
Yeah, bankroll gettin' bigger (Nigga)

Empire gettin' built up, givin' racks to the right nigga
I can get a pack overnight, ain't nothin' like you niggas
Sippin' syrup 'til my body numb, I ain't tryna catch no feelings
I ain't never bite no nigga
She give me brain now 'cause I'm famous
I got these chains on, gettin' tangled
I'm in the big Benz, not a Wrangler
It's still a Jeep though, it ain't cheap, ho
I'm just happy they gon' free Rico
Dodgin' stank hoes and R.I.C.O.
I'ma spin a van with them Dracos
Probably ridin' around with Starlito
I'ma bust it down with my lil' bros
Buy cars for all of my kinfolk
If the sack ever did get low
God knows it's gon' be a robbery
Why the fuck everybody callin' me?
Everybody who left took a part of me
Excuse my drip, yeah, pardon me
Show me a list of who hard as me

Right back after tour, ain't got time for no attitude

Why I cannot lose, feel like I had to do it
I'm in my savage mood, put a lil' back into it
Treat me with gratitude, I ain't no average dude
Need my rims offset like Cardi B
This might be my hardest beat
Put the blame on Pee, he started me
Got the game from Big, he guarded me
Coach threw me in, took me out the streets
Now I get racks to rap on beats
I still know plugs with packs for cheap
Killers owe favors, they'll whack for free
Never did fraud, I got cash receipts
Lotta niggas get they swag from me
Don't tell nobody 'bout bags from me
You were not in the street, you wouldn't last a week
My bitch so bad, I pass on freaks
I'm here 'cause my granny be prayin' for me
None of these niggas ain't playin' with me
Got hitters that'll sit in that can for me, yeah

Can't get no job, so all I know is the hustle, yeahATL Jacob, ATL Jacob





Can't get no job, so all I know is the hustle, yeahor free











Bought a baby Gucci stroller (Stroller)
Switched up and I went global (Global)
Can't play around, I had to grow up (Grow up)
Check out my neck, hell of a glow up (Glow up)
These niggas cappin' that shit blow up
My dog rappin', hope he blow up
I need my checks without no hold-ups
I put my city on my shoulders
I told the truth in every story that I told 'em
I fucked around and showed 'em
All of my whips, got that new car smell

Don't get it twisted from them apartments, I just talk well
I don't fuck with him, that nigga flossin' in the voicemail
Catch up with him, push up on him, tell him how I feel
Made myself a millionaire, only took a year, dog
Thinkin' bout what I've been through, I could make a tear fall
Late night with them youngins, who was creepin', could of killed y'all
I don't do that internet beef, that's for bitches, dog
I went up to space so they hatin', they can't lift off
I can make your bitch eat my kids, every drip drop
I come from the trenches, we can't come outside in flip flops
I done came so far, sittin' on the floor, watchin' the tip off

I put my all into this shit

I worked so hard to get my wrist, aye bro
Worked hard but I didn't quit
I had to ball with no assist
I got 'em all on my drip
Go with his rules we gon' get flipped, yeah
I had to hustle for a milly, yeah
And now I'm hustlin' ithis pen, yeah
They tried givin' D 200 years
Whenever they call, I let him hear it
Them lawyers and God, gon' lift they spirits
Them niggas know I keep it real, yeah
Sometimes I feel like the floor is giving out on me
I worked so hard but I can't stop, they depend on me
I try the hardest, you gon' talk when I ain't fail on me
I see through all and my life flawed, I need new bands on me

I fucked around and showed 'em(We global now)





I fucked around and showed 'emd but I can't stop, they depend on me










I come from the cook up, that's all I know
They thinkin' I ain't gettin' no money 'cause I never show it

I'm tryna run me up a whole dime and I'm goin' for it
Fuck I look like takin' chances
Fuck this money, go and blow it
I'm tryna run it back up, I gotta put mine up
Puttin' up the money for lil Jason 'cause he growin' up
I do four shows every week, man I'm blowin' up
Last month I got seven, this month I want ten, I'm goin' up
They tryna stop my shine, but they can't stop my shine
I just bought a brand new Rolex

I'm a million dollar nigga, no flex
Stretch these pounds, change my name to Boflex
Hit your baby mama, now your ho next
I want a rose gold on the Patek
I want a regular one, I want it faster
I'm doing numbers, call it mathematics
I had a half a ticket in the attic
It ain't gon' never stop, I'm everlasting
They know how I come, they know how I come
They know how I come
They know how I come before I get there
Cross 'em over, Raf Simmons footwear
Balenciaga runners, these my fifth pair
Ten figure nigga, I'ma get there
Traphouse bunkin', we don't live here
Could've been gone but I'm still here
Pints of Activis, they the real deal
Used to have to rob and I still will

I'm on parole still, got a password

I'm goin' straight net, fuck the backboard
I remember when I used to ask for it
I don't think back, I just press fast forward
I want happiness, I spend my last for it
Two twenty-five read on the dashboard
Cost a quarter mil and I paid cash for it
Poppin' percs, ain't thinkin' 'bout last
I'm never pissin' dirty, fuck my PO
Lost it all, got me fucked on my re-up
Bitches talkin' down but fuck it 'cause we up
She act crazy I got booed in Korea
Never thought that rappin' would be my career
I'm a trap star and that's what it is
A couple million five, I ain't signing no deal
Nigga out of line, we gon' spray, you get killed
Draco with the drum, hop out and go dumb
I come from the slum, two fingers and a thumb
Nigga know I chunk it up, rep your set and throw it up
Nigga try to take my chain we gon' shoot up the whole club

They tryna stop my shine, but they can't stop my shineCook that shit up Quay
Yeah yeah





They tryna stop my shine, but they can't stop my shinet killed

Yeah yeah





Yeah yeah





Three hundred fifty thou', times that by two
New down the roof, I still the sky
Peace to my grandma, I still see my guys
Hurtin' this bad must feel like dyin'
Heard a thou' seven hundred, what you gon' bet now?
Yeah, you used to twerk bitch, a vet now
Luke, get up, doggy I need you
Only nigga made sure that I was eatin'
Free Nef still, nigga, RIP Reese
Get her nails done, still charge for the feature
Baby, we ain't that, nah, we ain't this
All that fuckin', I don't do no kiss
Bitch ain't shit, word to my niggas
All in my mansions (Yeah)
Bitch really wanna get higher
Tell the lil' hoes I'm Bryson
I done hit more shit than Mike Tyson
Get popped, nigga, I ain't doin' no fight
Sendin' my cash, I ain't doin' no right
Car too fast, can't stop at no light

I hit the gas, skrrt and I pull off
I'm on they ass, I just took a year off
She shakin' her ass, call me when she get off
Took half a mil' for my lil' bro to get out
That new Richard Mille made me feel like a boss
Feel like I'm Meech when I'm runnin' these cars
Who you know? Pull up, ho, entourage in a foreign?
I got designer for days but it's somethin' about 'em
Go crazy for white Air Force One, maybe 'cause I'm a dope boy
He be live but he ain't makin' no noise
'Ventador on the ground like a skateboard
If I want it, I get it, I pay for it
I pay extra, I ain't tryna wait for it
Everything that I got, it was made for me
I was servin' them trap houses faithfully
Everybody with me gotta eat
Say you grace with me
Thou shall not try one of us, if they do I'ma bust

Please don't reach for no chain
Not 'bout the set, but it's more 'bout respect
If they get me upset, they gon' die, that's on gang
Ran up my check, when I walk in the bank
They greet me at the door by my government name (Hello?)
I made a promise, I'm never gon' change
Rolls Royce umbrella, I'm hopin' it rain, yeah
Right back on it, designer my garments

Corner store mornings, there until the sun down
I don't trust no one, I can't put my gun down
Goin' number one now, how this sound?
Hands down, bands out, pants down, yeah, I'm thuggin'
I done got rich, everybody my cousin
He ain't servin' no packs with me, he ain't my brother
El Chapo go through shit, I call her "The Cutter"
I just bought a new whip, I went bought another
My mother, she happy now
Ain't no cap and gown, but I graduated
Her house paid for, and that new Mercedes
Know you that they been tryna be me lately
I'm a heavy hitter like Gervonta Davis
That shit ain't gon' save 'em, leave 'em on the pavement
All I know is get this motherfuckin' paper

Bitches ain't shit, doggybone, I get it

Fell in love twice, had me in my feelings
Three months, dropped damn near a half a million
Nigga, fuck a house, I damn near lost a building
Fucked nigga's hoes, so he say he wanna kill me
I miss Terri, she was different
I miss Nef, rest in peace to my nigga
Damn near wasn't there when they told me they killed you
Try and rat? Nigga, fuck on
Thirteen thou' VVS, Buffs on
Still a flooded nigga, time worth a truckload
Get to hatin', I'm out, I don't trust hoes
If the feds in the house, a nigga told on me
I pray to God my soul to keep
G5, just be as murder
Gotta get picked up, doggy I'm hurt
Still paid the lawyer even though I'm nervous

They greet me at the door by my government name
Got a lotta new flames need 'em blue


















I got Marlo with me
I got Yogi with me
I been workin' hard, I been grindin'

Fuckin' up my profit on these diamonds
My new watch say perfect timing
I had to found it and I found it
I just upgraded my bitch, bought her designer
In the hood you tryna find us
Me and my niggas we be ballin'
We gon' go get it regardless
I been in the trenches, I been grindin' tryna get it

Tryna run me up a ticket
Staying on my ten, I ain't got time for you bitches
I been ballin' hard ain't gon' fall off my pivot
I don't play around with these niggas, don't waste time with these niggas
I need mine and I need it for sure
4PF I'm ridin' for them niggas, I'll die for them niggas
Every time you see me throwin' up fours
Sometimes I be tired, I be sleepin'
I ain't gon' lie, I'm an addict
I can't help it, I be pourin' up fours
I just got 'em in, got 'em gone
Got it all off a phone
I think it's time for us to get a new load

I just killed a couple niggas 'cause they tried me

Playin' with the marbles like fire
They call me lil Marlo, not The Wire
When I get 'em in I supply ya
I just flood the whole block, man you know I had to get it
The bitch bad and she with it
So you know I had to hit it

Shit, now I been gettin' this paper for a minute now

I'm tryna put gangsters in the position now
And I been kickin' flavor so consistent
I know that Lil Baby and Marlo with me, don't start Lil Trippy
Gotta keep that burner on me
I tried to turn some niggas up, they end up turnin' on me
And I don't need a bitch around me she don't serve a purpose
Them niggas fuckin' with you but I heard you're workin'
Woo, you're walkin' dead
I turned myself into a boss instead
My biggest struggle is tryna fit a quarter mill in my barber bag
Might hit your bitch and don't call her back, huh
I been workin' like I want all the cash

I got Yogi with me
I got Marlo with me
I got Yogi with me







I got Yogi with me
I got Marlo with me
I got Yogi with me







I got Yogi with me
I got Marlo with me
I got Yogi with me







We don't sell shit, we just make hits, yeah
Turn up
Keepin' my composure, never sober

Never chokin', always smokin doja
Fuck 'em if they gettin' over
Got a Moncler coat because the kid the coldest
I ain't changed, I stayed the same and maintained
It's safe to say the kid gettin' older
Forever gang, I'm never switchin' over
Made a lane and niggas can't get over
I can't match with rappers, they be bogus
Really get a pack and keep the over
Big dripper, stand up in the ocean
Everybody trappin', we get loads in
He ain't 4PF if he ain't got motion
Made a half a ticket off promotion
Shout out Swishers Sweet, they keep me rollin'
But if we catch the opp, we gotta smoke him
Ridin' 'round with Dracs like we OVO
I got some racks and I want some more
Still got them passin' the hood, call it give-and-go
Keep a nigga main bitch in a figure-four
Let me fuck when I want, I just come and go
Man, these racks gettin' too big for these skinny clothes
I might put me an M in some big Girbaud
Let lil' bro hit the stick, had start gettin' old
I spent five hundred racks on a Lambo'
And didn't even know how to make that motherfucker go
On my birthday, I just wanna lift the door
Barely flex, but don't play with me, period
Shooters follow behind in a Urus
In the Rolls truck, I feel like a tourist
I'm the one from the bottom who sold all my partners them pounds
Used to drive in a Buick
Hot, hot, hot, I'm heatin' up

I fuck with slimes and I'm gonna bust (Bah, bah)
He can't put on that drip, he ain't one of us
How you ridin' in a Benz and a Tonka truck?
How you got everybody lit, pipin' up?
Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up
Made my last one my last one, I'm wifin' her
Count the money up fast like I'm typin' somethin'
I'm the type to get active and never run
Keep the Rugers, my niggas ain't scared of nothin' (Nah)

And ain't no rules, you got racks, you can get it done (Yeah)
On a light day, I keep me a honey bun (One hundred)
Makin' hit after hit, call me Barry Bonds (Hits)
For this Christmas, I bought everybody guns (Swear)
Bustin' choppers and FN's for everyone (Grrat)
Take that roof off the car, let her feel the sun (Wow)
My bro go see his bop-bop five times a month (Yeah)
Got this bitch out the college, she suckin' and swallow (Uh)
I stick it in, she feel it in her gut (in her gut)
We don't run from our problems, we stackin' up guala and guala I'm tryna get that
mega bucks (Racks)
We them drippers, lil' nigga, best watch your step (Them drippers)
This top shelf, got forty designer belts (Drip)
4PF look like the new BMF
Think I'm deaf, got stones in my right and left (Ice)
How you crank up the car? Ain't no key in there
Just pull up, spin they block, and get out of there (Get out of there)
Wake up, have a hard time findin' what to wear
Treat these hoes like a tire, I keep a spare
Want a strap because I'm war ready (War)
Check the trust account, it's more fetti (Yeah)
Skydweller, Jubilee, and a Presi' (No cap)
Hundred-fifty plain Richard Millie (No cap)
I'ma milk the game until it's empty
Lil cuzzo spit that flame until it's empty (Yeah)
I am not a killer, but don't tempt me (Nah)
Spendin' rate 'bout thousand to a fifty
I'm the type to get active and never run(Cook that shit up, Quay)
4PF look like we hit licks how we sell bricks
Turn up



mega bucks (Racks)

Turn up



mega bucks (Racks)

I'm the type to get active and never run(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Turn up



mega bucks (Racks)

Runnin' up this money been a breeze (Phew)
Flew her in, she fuck me 'til she leave (Uh)
She done fell in love, I'm sellin' dreams
I done fell in love with buyin' jeans (Jeans)
Hate I found a love for sippin' lean
Hellcat faster than a Demon, new G-Wagen with no key
Put baguettes in my AP, I ain't on playin' about they beef
Niggas know I play for keeps, treat my brothers like they me
Had to make myself a boss, it ain't no nigga workin' me
I invest a couple mil' and let my money work for me
Know they hate the way it happened, probably somewhere cursin' me
I don't know nothing 'bout no killin', all I know is murder beats
I got rich and understand my next three cars gon' be a lease
I ain't never losin' sleep about no beef, I roll in peace
I put diamonds in my teeth, came from grindin' in the streets
Get a load and break it down and sell it all and then repeat it
Pray to God for all the dawgs behind the wall, they need they freedom (Free y'all)
When I be on TV and perform, I hope they see me (See me)
Once it's up, it's stuck, we get over on niggas, not get even
Forgiato rims on my dually, I ride diesel
Only rock Amiris with my team, not no Diesel
Got some niggas up in Philly play with birds like they Eagles
She keep sayin' I'm the man, that shit boostin' up my ego
Still in Atlanta sellin' bags like they legal, I'm just sayin' (Yeah)
How you try to run off with the wave and you ain't surfin'?
Gave 'em all the drip, them niggas still acted thirsty
I ain't even counted up to see what I'm worth yet
All I know is put it up and keep on workin'
I can't even hold you, I been gettin' loaded
Devil on my shoulders
God got my back, so I keep on rollin', yeah
Drop-top McLaren (Oh), everybody starin' (Lookin')
Lil' one from the hood turned into the man (Big dawg)
Get a lot of money (Yeah), try to stuff it in my pants (4 Pockets)
I might do the woah (Woah), nigga, I don't dance
Rings on my hand cost a fortune
Shout out to my mama, no abortion (What's up?)
D-Boy, white Air Forces (Crisp)
Different kinda bags, I got choices (Flavors)
And I got the swag for a loyal ticket
Think I'm hearin' voices in my head sayin', "Kill him" (Kill him)
Know she'll forgive me, I'm one of the real ones
Really from the trenches, turn a dollar to a nickel (Get 'em)
Baddest of the baddest, guess I gotta wait to pick 'em
Try us, then we smashin', then they go to playin' victim (Kill 'em)
I don't know what happened, all I know is he got hit up
I'ma need a napkin, chains drippin', VV's lit up
I'ma get the money and go hard long as I get up (Get up)
We gon' beat the trial, I told lil' bruh to do some sit-ups (Push-up)
Win, win, win, no lose or draw, I never give up (Nah)
Nigga what you bangin'? What you claimin'? Throw that shit up (4, Baby)
God got my back, so I keep on rollin', yeah(M-M-M-Murda)


God got my back, so I keep on rollin', yeaho hard long as I get up (Get up)




Bad bitches follow me, my niggas a part of me
My bitch a hot commodity, I know my grandmom proud of me
I moved my mom from poverty
I hope they don't think 'bout robbin' me
I can fly, yeah I believe
In the cockpit where the pilot be
Don't need no stylist, I style for free
My young ho keep on callin' me, my old bitch keep on stalkin' me
Ain't gon' let a nigga take my shine from me
Should've been rappin', this rhymin' easy
Drop my top just to feel the breeze
Thugger my brother, yeah eazy breeze
I just wanna fuck, don't tease me
They got my songs on repeat, yeah yeah
I don't want no money exchange
I went overseas and got some change
I'm tryna get this money in a hurry

Switched up, I guess it wasn't workin'
Came back, guess it wasn't workin'
I think I'm addicted to the perkys
Brand new Bentley, hit the block swervin'

12 say they know that I be workin' (fuck 12)
My PO she say I run the game (but I fuck with her)
Every time I see her I throw up the gang, yeah yeah yeah
Really ran the block, really keep a Glock, really serve the rock
Screamin' fuck the cops, screamin' fuck the opps, million in the vault
Oh you a gangster? let's see 'bout it nigga
Had them lil niggas to see 'bout you nigga
Oh you a gangster? let's shoot out lil nigga
Make my lil niggas go 2Pac a nigga
Had a million dollars on the low
I ain't even let nobody know
My role model get them truckloads
Bend her over, fuck her, then I'm gone
Ain't gon' put your name in a song
I'ma put your face on a shirt
I'ma put your body in the dirt
Nigga you a pussy, where your skirt?

I'm tryna get this money in a hurryRidin round on e, pants up to my knees
I can't get no sleep, if I ain't got no lean



I'm tryna get this money in a hurry a pussy, where your skirt?







I look up, I see I got bout seven rides in the streets
Know what I'm saying?
Living life to the fullest, you know what I'm saying?
Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great

I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play
I stole them, ran them bags before an hour hit
So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit
Whole lot of ones I'm in the cut, I'm going dumb-dumb
I'm sippin' act', and that shit real deal, do you want some?
Sames one that tryin' run with the clique
Be the same ones that throwing subs at the clique
Main vision when I'm fuckin' ya bitch, I ain't gonna say shit
I asked you about it, you lied

You asked me about it, I kept it 100, I'm nothin' like these other guys
I really spent two thousand on kicks and only wear 'em one time
Something about a nigga mind frame
Diamonds doing jumpin'-jacks in the AP, I can make the time change
Two hundred hoes in my call log and they ain't got not a name saved
Took her out the hood, put her on the drip, now I got her rockin' name brand
Me and Ced had two different spots, we usually around the corner doin' the same
thing
Everywhere I go my chains hang, free my bros out the chain gang
New Maybach cost 230, I don't even get my shoes dirty
I don't even sleep when I get tired, you can see the Adderall in my eyes
Tyga said he got the drop on the album
Fuck it slide and shoot up the block
Niggas know how we come through
G5 out the sunroof

Whole lot of ones, I'm in the cut, I'm going dumb-dumb
We use trap out my ma house, turn the condo to a hideout

We can't be fuckin' at my house, niggas be runnin' they damn mouth
Walk down on them broad daylight, it ain't no funny, no drive-by
I'm cool on the love and the high-fives
You niggas can't keep up with my guys
You can't get all this drip in a lifetime
I got out and ran it up at the right time
We got Dracos whenever it's nighttime
We ain't ever gonna stop at the stop sign
When the wifey, I told 'em I want to shine
Then the coupe quarter million, they wiped me down
I'm running this town, everything they say fake news
Can't take that, new Lamborghini 18
Only thing I do is make cream, I don't why these niggas hating
Only thing I do is drink lean, rest in peace to Fredo Santana
I just keep buying all these phantoms
I don't want to go out like that, only thing I know is get racks

Main vision when I'm fuckin' ya bitch, I ain't gonna say shitYeah
Cook that shit up, Quay


thing
G5 out the sunroof



Main vision when I'm fuckin' ya bitch, I ain't gonna say shitp buying all these
phantoms



thing
G5 out the sunroof





thing
G5 out the sunroof



This that new wave shit ya dig (4 Pockets full know what I'm saying, we the gang)
I'm smoking loud this that moonrock

They tryna sue cause I'm gettin' paper
I dropped out of school and got no education
My momma, she happy 'cause I finally made it
She living better, her house big as fuck
Buy her a Bentayga Bentley truck
With a AP today, tomorrow switch it up
Honeycomb diamonds VVS's cut
Standing on stage, I really came from nothing
I took me a break, don't mean I'm getting rusty
I'm gaining this weight they say I'm getting husky
I stand on front line I'm all about the fucking
I go where I want, no one better not fuck with me
Stand in the glizzy shoot til' it's empty
I come from the projects jumping over fences
I found me a plug and went and made a killing
I think we in love we should just have some children
Them narcs I been sipping got to have me trippin'
I didn't come to play I had to reinvent me
I handle my business now I'm worth some millions
Remember the safe deposit vault was empty
Them niggas weren't fucking with me they weren't friendly
If you went with me back then, then you ain't seeing him with me
We like Kanye and Kim, you like Bobby and Whitney
Real dope boy I ain't nothing' like the weirdos
Never seen me putting on no weird clothes
It cost a lil more when it's real gold
We already up keep the field goal
Remember that day that I had lost all that cake
I had to go in the safe
I had to get me a pot and cook that shit up
Had 'em calling me Quay
I had got that shit back in like twenty-some-days
Ain't no chump change, I'm talkin' bout' 500k
I went straight to the lot and went bought me a wraith
Ain't no more being humble put it in they face
I won't feed in the drama I'm loving the hate
But one thing for sure, Lil Baby go crazyKnow I'm sayin'
This that new wave shit know what I'm sayin'

But one thing for sure, Lil Baby go crazyn the safe


Baby, huh
Christian Dior my shoes

They cost a band, I probably won't wear again
Lil Messly just came on the news
I'm thinking damm he back in trouble again
Made me a mil' cause I can
I know who I am, and I give thanks to the man
The tiger just joined out the camp
That's my lil man, right back international again
That young nigga shit we still on it
My dog going through it I feel for him
She told me she love me I feel for her
Got real niggas sitting it jail for it
Got a pack I put it in the mail for it
On the hunt for the money, I smell for it
Went big dog on them, this Tom Ford
That lil' boy shit I ain't going for
Get money everyday I wake up
Don't ask me then man up, shawty break up
Them M's coming in I let 'em stack up
Don't ride my wave dog, back up
I ain't never had shit I gotta act up
Don't come too close my dogs gon' bust
I don't need no help, I don't ask for much
If I ever go broke we masking up
Running money up, way up
Life ain't sweet ain't no lay-up
Drip for certain, they gotta pay up
I stayed down and I came up
Stayed the same and they changed up
I knew they was gone change up
Money never gone change up
So I just be in my lane stuck
I put the Bentley inside the garage

I don't know how much head I can dodge
You can get you knocked out for the night
Four pockets full everyone got a knot
I say this shit from the heart
I knew you weren't a real one from the start
Can't nothing keep me away from God
Go get on-stage and I get an applause
Me and Gunna done grow'd up
Back to Bentley coupe, they know it's us
My bro took a loss and I picked him up
We stick together, they ain't rich as us
I wanna take down, she ain't lifting off
Everytime I count cash swear I get a rush
My money long like the yellow bus
Ain't so secret bitch I'm living plush


Cook that shit up Quay!
Baby, huh





Baby, huh





Baby, huh





Barely old enough to drive
I been gettin' way too high
Livin' large, livin' large, livin' large, livin' large
Everybody livin' large
Started from the bottom, now the condo so big I don't see nobody
Pink toes, long hair, runnin' 'round the lobby
Livin' large every day like I hit the lottery, livin' large
Five star restaurants
Watchin' Floyd fight, we in the front
Hawks game, we on the floor
Niggas' bitches dirty bird me, Julio
Take my dogs all around the globe
Shooters with me, they go everywhere I go
Stickin' to the code, ain't gon' never fold
I'ma stand up like a man, that's what I was told
Hoppin' off a plane fresh as fuck, screamin' free Steve
We done had a damn good year, you wouldn't believe
I done counted a whole million cash with my bare hands
Dashboard say two twenty-five, I'm 'bout to do it
Percocet and molly on my ass, I'm 'bout to lose it
We been countin' cash for three hours, gettin' to it
I don't care if they never found the body, I don't watch the news
So much money on the floor like we just left a move
Shootouts in broad day with the cops
Nigga it ain't safe on my block
Nigga came a long way from rocks
I can not go home without the guap
We got Glocks tucked in the stash spot
We don't stop at stop signs, I'ma keep going
Man they killed my dawg over nothing, we was too cool
Remember gettin' that J to check us in when we was in high school
Hellcat goin' real fast
Hopin' I don't crash, I'm just tryna stay focusedMaybach parked outside
Take up two parking spots
Hopin' I don't crash, I'm just tryna stay focusedcame a long way from rocks
I been all on the interstate
I been tryna go and get this cake
Yeah, yeah
She in her feelings because we ain't speaking, but she don't even call a nigga
She gon' get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga
Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
We gon' keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas
They thinkin' I lost it, remind them niggas

I can get flyer than niggas
Hundred thousand in a Gucci bookbag
They thinkin' I signed them niggas
I'm living my life up, this Rollie I got on don't tick tock
Still on that bullshit, if you pull up on me, let the stick talk
I'm in LA with the vibes, Dane in the cut getting high
She tryna get in my ride, she tryna turn up tonight, yeah
I was running up cash, yeah, I had ran up a bag
And they started gettin' mad, yeah
But I didn't get mad, I just kept getting cash, yeah
And I'm in my bag, yeah, now I'm in my bag, yeah
She wanna get with me, she know that I'm sticky, but I'm in my bag now
She wasn't fucking with me, she didn't come around, she wishing she had now
'Cause I'm in my bag now
I'm in the bag, the Goyard to be exact
Three hundred racks inside it, ain't no cap
I could've bought a Wraith today, yeah yeah
I ran it up, they supposed to hate
I'm digging this lifestyle
Water drippin' on me like I'm a faucet
The crew with me right now
You can play, just proceed with caution
I popped the wrong pill, now I'm nauseous
I need to get off this drank, it's a problem
I took a Tesla and landed on Mars
Lord please wake me up tomorrow
They know they can't beat me, so they tryna leave me

And she tryna leave me, but I ain't gon' let her
Diamonds on Fiji, I'm running with QC
And Reebok endorse me, went up a new level
I'm loving this lifestyle and niggas wanna be me
I know they won't catch up, but I ain't gon' let 'em
As soon as the money get up to a million, put it in the ground and then buy a new
shovel
How you gon' be in yo feelings when I'm in my feelings?
We both can't be in our feelings
I ain't gon' lie when you thinkin' I did it, I did it
It's something 'bout your intuition
I'm telling you no lies, I'm tired of seeing you cry
Come here girl, let me wipe your eyes
Everything gon' be alright
We gon' keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggasYeah, yeah
We ain't talked in like a week straight
Yeah, yeah


shovel
We gon' keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggasg you no lies,
I'm tired of seeing you cry
Yeah, yeah


shovel
Yeah, yeah

shovel
Livin' life like stars, thankin' god every day we finally winning
You was 'posed to my nigga, right here with me
I'm just tryna live my life
They say I ain't living right
Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice
Hopin' for tomorrow, livin' for tonight
Push start cars, we can't fall

Started from the bottom now we here
Ran me up a mil, it took a year
Watch my closest niggas disappear
We ridin' drop tops whips in the summer
She keep checkin' in 'cause she know that I'm a winner
We gon' skip town just for dinner
We gon' keep it gutter, don't have no one in our business
Draped down in Fendi, she rockin' the latest
She say I'm the greatest, if I'm ollie then you later
Took a trip to the Barbados, and I'm still on paper
Shout out to my haters, they been motivating me lately
Came to fuck the game up, had to switch the wave up
Fuck me just don't lay up, on this codeine I can't stay up
Pitch a dub in a motor, just so they can't catch me
They tried to arrest me 'cause I'm icy like Wayne Gretzky
I'm a big bear like Tee Grizzley, these fuck niggas be sneak dissin'
This FN gon' stay with me, a nigga play that'll be the reason
G5 gon' for a lot of seasons, Saks Ave, we done did Niemans
Them millions comin', I can damn see 'em
Long live Frank, I can see him breathin'
I got ten traps and they all beamin'
We done fucked the game up
They blowin' my name up
I just want the money, fuck the fame cuz
Came to switch the game up

If tomorrow ain't promised then why should I wait?

If times still gon' be hard then why should I pray?
Seen my niggas stayed away, from a cage to a grave
Solid niggas turned fake, seen it happen every day
Didn't expect it to happen, I thought you was solid
Still can't believe you not right here beside me
The money in front me, the bullshit behind me
My nigga forever, I thought we was riders
When we caught them cases before it was kept quiet
I just lost a friend to some gun play
Put my main bitch on the runway
Still servin' packs on the one way
Pad thai Sunday, we gon' blow up one day
Magic on a Monday, shout out to the strippers
Lately I been feelin' it on another level
Savin' all the extras, I gotta be different

Hopin' for tomorrow, livin' for tonightI'm just tryna live my life
Moon rocks, on stars, straight cash, no cards



Hopin' for tomorrow, livin' for tonightt we was riders









Trap house, Jeep goes too fast
I don't even wear no seatbelt (seatbelt)
Bad lil' bitch got no breasts (no breasts)
Upgrade, now she got D-cups (D-cups)
Hop out the Range, I'm blowin' (blowin')
Who is Lil Baby? He goin' in (goin' in)
Man these old rappers gettin' borin' (borin')
They be takin' shots, I ignore them (ignore them)
Send them packs to the hood while I'm tourin' (tourin')
Makin' plays out of town like I'm Jordan (scorin')
Need to go get your ho 'cause she whorin' (scorin')
If her ball come my way I'ma score it (scorin')
Lamborghini, I don't want no Porsches (Porsches)
I'm on fire, don't touch me, I'm torchin' (torchin')
Had to fix all my teeth, I went porcelain (porcelain)
Put the town on my back, I'm a horseman (horseman)
One more year, I'ma make it to Forbes' List (Forbes' List)
They love me in the Bay like E-40 (40)
I be sittin' exotic on Moreland (Moreland)
Ain't no strings attached, keepin' it cordless (cordless)
She keep callin', but I keep ignorin' it
Ain't no stoppin', I'm keepin' it floorin' it
Man these niggas can't stop me, I'm goin' in
Every time the pack get gone, I get another load ('nother load)
My main bitch tryna leave me 'lone 'cause I fucked another ho ('nother ho)
I'm like, "Baby, I know I'm wrong, but this just how life goes (how life goes)
And I know these niggas'd be happy if I let you go (oh no, no)"
Got me walkin' on a thin line, on my tippy toes (tippy toes)
Man this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes, here we go
And I know these niggas'd be happy if I let you go (let you go)"
Tryna spend a whole M on some clothes (clothes)

Got a bonus, I sold out a show (show)
Gunna hot like a pot on the stove
Yellow AP on all of my hoes (hoes)
I like when that white on her toes
Picture me ridin' around in that Rolls
I put some ice on my wrist, it was swole
I ain't got time to lay up with you hoes (hoes)
All of these drugs in my body
I gotta pay somebody keep checkin' my pulse
Walk in the club with no wallet take care of that money
They swing on the pole (pole)
Water on me like Dasani
I shine when it's sunny, this Platinum in Rolls
Gunna Gunna out the streets
When I go to DC I'ma fuck with Lil Mo
Man this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes (yeah)
I can switch my girls up the same way that I change my clothes (okay)
Man it's crazy, all blue backend in the envelope (let's get it)
And you know I'm never lackin', gotta new whip that's up in traffic
Water, water, water on my Patek (woah), it's automatic
I drink water when I'm fastin' (water), you's a has-been
They would love me in a casket, I can't have it
Boy I'm far from average, better wait your turn, better get in line

Still ain't got time to lay up with you hoes (hoes)Cook that shit up, Quay






Still ain't got time to lay up with you hoes (hoes)Cook that shit up, Quay



Drippin'
(Twysted Genius, baby)
Know what I'm sayin', drippin', know what I'm sayin'
I can live off my closet before I go broke

I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note)
Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke)
I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat)
We in the store, she don't know which one gold
Just be think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both
We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater
I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats
I'm a hyena, since everyone G.O.A.T.'s

Team full of shooters, pull up and they score
I got the drop on the opp, it's a go
I get two hundred racks every night for a show
I know it's a blessing
Christian Dior and Jordan 11's ('Leven)
I just hope I can dunk into Heaven (Heaven)
I just fucked on an actress for breakfast, I hope she ain't messy
I just be fuckin' bitches, I don't be textin' 'em
It ain't no in the middle, shoot the messenger
He won't let nobody get the best of him
Oh, you don't know Scotty? Take a Tesla
Plus she wan' let me get it in, so I left with her
I got too many women, Baby Hefner
I let the lil' bros keep the extra
I used the baking soda, we was stretchin' 'em
Making these deals, numbers come in decimals
Or I might get bored and buy a bitch a hair salon
I'ma pay for it, bruh, ain't never have to front
I make a million dollars every other month
As soon as I get done, I'ma give her some
Not like the rest of 'em, I'm a different one
I had to shoot back, I ain't get to run
Can't let a fuck nigga take my mama's son

Grippin' that rod and I'm breakin' that law (Yeah)

I got too much Givenchy in the closet (Yeah)
Count up the cash and I'm drowsy (Yeah)
And I got more oil than a Saudi (Yeah)
I don't know what made 'em doubt me (Yeah)
Made a hundred M's, shouldn't doubt me (Yeah)
I got the jeweler, the mula (Yeah)
I go to Jerusalem, they callin' me daddy (Yeah)
Pray to Young Pluto and kick it like judo (Yeah)
I'm flippin' this money the fastest (Yeah)
Bitches in love with the kid, really fuck with the kid, they gon' follow the
protocol
Go out the country, smoke on the best bud, fuck on the best whores
Ain't no more regular diamonds
My shit coming with a passport
And ain't worried 'bout the card declinin' (Yeah)
I got three mil' in cash at the Waldorf (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I done went to New York to spend at Dior (Yeah)
I got the gas like BP (Pluto)
Throw the party when you see the opps, nigga
No clown shit, we send 'em six feet
I done spent millions in CC (What up?)
I done made millions with RiRi (Super)

I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals

(Who made this beat?)
Drippin'




protocol


Drippin'




protocol


Drippin'



protocol


You know what I'm sayin', I'm on that flooded Patek shit
I'm on that iced out Rollie shit, you digg
Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it

I'm a big dawg, a lieutenant
Brand new foreign, I ain't rented it
All the cars came tinted
Hellcat, no scam pack, got a demon too

Beamer truck with the frog eyes, nigga who is you?
I'm gettin' money like Raf dudes
I ain't even sold a record fool
All this money on me and it's blue
Neighborhood 6 0 the crew
If I don't do shit I'ma get me a check and I swear I'ma die 'bout these riches
These bankrolls too big for these britches
I heard that these niggas be snitches
I can't fuck with none of these new bitches
They can't wait to tell a nigga's business
I'ma stay on they ass 'til I'm finished
Run it up, it only took a minute
Fake daps and the fake hugs, most of these niggas be some haters
Salt don't kill players, these bitches still need favors
I done ran this shit way up
I can hear 'em screamin' wait up
Drippin' on 'em, I got flavor
Lil nigga get your weight up

Percocets got me traumatized

Nigga try me it's gon' be a homicide
They gon' run and hide when it's gunfire
Nigga I ain't lettin' shit slide
They gon' patrol with me, bitch I'm a G
I'ma make 'em fear it, respect it, or check it
I'm one of the real ones, tunnel vision on the way to the millions
Keep me a check, flooded Patek
I fuck with lil shawty, I bought her a Rollie
Pussy niggas tellin' lies, they don't know me
The same niggas talkin' down probably owe me
You a big dawg and I'm a big dawg but they know they motherfuckin' difference
Pushin' pounds, LA Fitness
I got twenty killers with me
I'ma go all the way this year, put it on my son
He gon' be a don, I'ma pop it 'til I'm done
Start throwin' dubs if I run out of ones
These niggas know how we come
Short dracos with the big old drum
Run through it fast, I'ma break my thumbs, yeah

I'ma pop my shit, I'ma break my thumbs, I'ma rock my shoes

I'ma keep my gun, I'ma rock my jewels, I'ma keep my gunYou digg?
You know what I'm sayin', I'm on that 4PF shit






I'ma keep my gun, I'ma rock my jewels, I'ma keep my guncos with the big old drum














Four Pockets Full, yeah, Four Pockets Full, yeah
Faded, I'm on that sizzurp

Then I'ma light my spliff up
I'm a big dog, y'all niggas teacups
On the jet gettin' brain with my feet up
I don't bite my tongue, I'ma speak up
Send a hit, watch them young niggas eat up
No deer but a nigga got big bucks
Stayed down on my grind and I came up
Bitch I don't milly rock, I get the money

I got two bitches with me tryna jump me
Remember them old heads wouldn't front me
I'm shittin' on 'em, got 'em holdin' they stomach
That paper on me, gettin' it in by the bundle
The things they dream about a nigga done done it
Them bitches was stiff on the kid, they was frontin'
Now I'm stickin' dick all in they stomach
Drip season nigga, shout out to Gunna
No pussy in me but they know how I'm comin'
Drop a bag and he'll be dead in the morning
Headshots, I ain't sending no warnings
We don't shoot at houses, we hit a target
They know I'm throwed off, they see I'm a target
No back and forth, we ain't doin' no walkin'
I stand on my words, I ain't doin' no barkin'

Came up on them niggas, didn't it

Hundred racks on me, I'ma spend it
This ain't a coat, nigga this Givenchy
Thousand pounds, me and Ced split it
Free Lil Steve, screamin' fuck the system
Dog I ain't know that was your sister
If I knew I still woulda hit her
Goin' crazy on them niggas, woah
Got the streets in a finger fold
Your baby mama got a deep throat
I ain't kiddin', I don't tell jokes
Who want beef, I want all the smoke
I'm ballin' on these niggas, check the score
Flexin' on the Gram with your bro
Your bitch told me everything I know
Diss me nigga, you gon' get exposed

Came up, came up on them niggas

I got digits, I got commas, I got figures
We got sticks, we got choppers, we got MACs
We ain't goin' for thatCook that shit up Quay






We ain't goin' for that' on these niggas, check the score














I had to spread my wings, jump out my nest
Ran out of Act so I'm pourin' up red
I took the harder way like I'm Derez
Shout out the doctor keep givin' these meds
I got the streets in a lock like some dreads
Ride on the back of that bitch like some pegs
Runnin' this shit, they should cut off my legs
Had to play a little smarter, I'm using my head
Dropped out of school, took the street way instead
I'm a lil' dope boy, I want me some bread
I'ma shoot at your body, won't aim for your neck
I just cashed out on a flooded Patek
It ain't a bill when my diamond is big enough
I just came home from the can, I'ma live it up
I rep the gang, when you see me, I'ma throw it up
'bout to spend three hundred racks on a Bentley truck
Screamin' out gang gang gang gang gang

I do this shit for the gang
I didn't get in this for fame
Nigga ain't takin' my chain
I'ma stand firm with my name
They say you get money, you change
I got the money and stayed the same
I'm tryna stay in my lane
Gotta maintain, can't go back broke

Gotta stand tall, won't bend or fold
Drop top 'Vette, tryna keep it in a Rolls
Ain't signin' no deal, ain't sellin' my soul
Gotta run it up fast, my mama gettin' old
I'm a million dollar nigga, gotta reach my goal
Got the hood on my back, still throwin' up fours
They say the Act gettin' low, I'm still pourin' up fours
I pour the six if it cost me
I like to fuck on your ho on the balcony
I got the cheese and I got me some broccolli
All color money, this shit like monopoly
Can't get this drip, ain't no need for you watchin' me
I ran my racks up and I moved out of poverty
I'm keepin' designer all over my body
I got some Buscemi, I got new Givenchy
Damn I thought I'd never see the day
I'm so glad I made it through the rain
They don't wanna see a nigga straight
They don't wanna see young Gunna paid
Take a long time, I had to wait
Want this penthouse, a lot of space
A lot of hundreds comin' our way
Bust it down, split it with the gang

I used to sleep on the floor for a mattress

Getting evicted, that shit was embarrassing
My mama didn't have it, we made us a palettes
I had to share with the roaches and rats
Keep gettin' money these voices keep telling me
I went to prison, it made me a better me
I can't get no job, I got too many felonies
I been on probation since I was like seventeen
I done got me some stripes in the hood like a referee
I used to walk into school with that fire on me
I'm gettin' money, ain't really got time to beef
I don't know why these lil bitches be lyin' on me
I'm the jungle forreal where them lions be
I'm goin' apeshit, they callin' me Willy B
These niggas be sayin' they gon' rob me but we'll see
I'm gon' make every nigga with 'em fear me

Run it all up and stay the same, yeah

I'ma run it all up and stay the same
I will not change for shit, I got my name from this
I'ma run it all up and stay the sameCook that shit up Quay







I'ma run it all up and stay the sameere them lions be
















4 Pockets
Yeah that's my dawg, yeah
Yeah that's my dawg for sure

Yeah that's my dawg
Yeah that's my dawg
Me and my dawg
We gave 'em two in a row
Me and my dawg
Deja keep on callin'
She say she ready to pull up
As soon as I get there, walk in
I'ma put her in a full nelson
I'm on my way, I'm goin' fast, I'm comin' home to get you
Hundred thousand dollars on my neck

'Nother fifty thousand on my wrist
Every nigga with me real rich
Niggas havin' pressure 'bout a bitch
I got all my cases dismissed
I don't go back and forth on the internet
Real niggas don't get into that
I'm tryna get in her mouth, for real
I'm tryna get in her mouth
Me and my dawgs, me and my dawgs
We tryna run in your house
We want them bricks, we want the money
You can keep all of the pounds
I can't be fuckin' these lil bitty bitches
'cause they be runnin' they mouthes
I'm really runnin' this town
Frank Mueller watch for my wrist
'Nother thirty thousand in my fit
Codeine all in my piss
I don't take drugs no more
Baby mama trippin' 'bout a bitch
I'm just tryna take care my kid
I been in the trenches getting rich
I don't know another way to go

Yeah that's my dawg
Yeah that's my dawg
Me and my dawg
Me and my dawg
Bust down Rollies for the clique

Got these bitches dancing on the dick
They gon' wait in line for this drip
I'ma give her mine then dip
I'ma try to kill her for the real
Thirty thousand dollars in my ear
I ain't gotta sign no deal
Made a half a mil last year
I just came home from the can
Twenty days, whole hundred bands
Got a nigga feelin' like the man
All these bitches knowin' who I am
Hit the ground running, I ain't playin'
Put a hundred bricks in the van
Give a thousand pounds to my man
Blow the money fast as I can
Signed to the streets, no advance
Bitches tryna rip me out my pants
'Cause they heard a youngin' gettin' bands
They ain't know that I ain't goin' for nothin'
Only gave the bitch a couple hundred
Big dawg, nigga you a runner
Run off on the plug, change my number
Drop top coupes for the summer

Yeah that's my dawg
Yeah that's my dawg
Me and my dawg
Me and my dawg
Dawgs
Just me and my dawgs
We gon' take 'em down two in a row
As soon as I get there, I'ma put her in a full nelsonCook that shit up Quay
Baby
4 Pockets

Yeah that's my dawg
Yeah that's my dawg
Me and my dawg
Me and my dawg


Yeah that's my dawg
Yeah that's my dawg
Me and my dawg
Me and my dawg


Yeah that's my dawg
Yeah that's my dawg
Me and my dawg
Me and my dawg
Dawgs
As soon as I get there, I'ma put her in a full nelsonse they heard a youngin'
gettin' bands

Yeah that's my dawg
Yeah that's my dawg
Me and my dawg
Me and my dawg
Dawgs
Baby
4 Pockets

Yeah that's my dawg
Yeah that's my dawg
Me and my dawg
Me and my dawg


Yeah that's my dawg
Yeah that's my dawg
Me and my dawg
Me and my dawg


Yeah that's my dawg
Yeah that's my dawg
Me and my dawg
Me and my dawg
Dawgs
Baby
4 Pockets

Yeah that's my dawg
Yeah that's my dawg
Me and my dawg
Me and my dawg


Yeah that's my dawg
Yeah that's my dawg
Me and my dawg
Me and my dawg


Yeah that's my dawg
Yeah that's my dawg
Me and my dawg
Me and my dawg
Dawgs
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
I came from rags to riches
I fuck the baddest bitches
Plug talk, I can put you on

Hundred bags of gas, get 'em gone
Made a couple digits off a phone
Diss me, I won't put you in a song
All my youngins put in work
They gon' put you on a shirt
The last nigga got murked
I prayed about it at church
All I think about is drinkin' syrup
I been gettin' faded, poppin' percs
All my diamonds water, you can surf
Porsche 911, it's a vert
Oh they doin' that, I did it first
Fuck you give me ten for a verse
Nightmares, I'm gon' be the worst
All my problems put 'em in a hearse
Fuck her good, buy that bitch a purse
Eat the pussy, blame it on the perc
Nigga you was rappin', you a jerk
I was really trappin', nigga servin'
Quarter million, put it in the air
Grover called me, told me that it's there
Rich nigga rockin' Moncler
Change of plans, I ain't playin' fair

Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy

I rock Givenchy, I do this shit for a living
The narcs in the hood, they been trippin'
All in my business, so all my rental cars tinted
Boy I ain't been broke in a minute, I swear I been gettin' it
Still sendin' packs to the prison
Run the money all the way up, wonderful feeling
Bust down Rollies came from scratch
Catch a nigga slipping, do him bad
Take a nigga's shit, won't give it back
Half a bag, get a nigga whacked
Wreck the Masi, go and get a Jag
Fuck 12, I ain't goin' back
Do it for the shit I never had
Niggas droppin' songs 'cause they mad
They don't wanna see me with a bag
A lot of times I just wanna spazz
But I fall back and just laugh
I won't let you trick me out my spot
Niggas having pressure 'bout a thot
These bitches lovin' the crew
We take 'em down by the two

I fuck the baddest bitchesLook at my drip, my drip, my swag



I fuck the baddest bitches, I ain't goin' back









Yeah
I got big racks in my jeans (Big racks in my jeans)

I'ma mix some dirty with this clean (Dirty with this clean)
Almost all my bitches ballin', no lowkey
21, I'm 'bout to stunt on all your dreams (Stuntin', yeah)
This money better not stop (Ayy)
I hit the target with the bullseye (Hit my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my
target)
Loot on the pigs every time (Hittin' my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my
target)
Me and my dawgs gon' ride out (Hit my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my target)
Me and my dawgs gon' ride, uh (Target, hittin' my target, yeah)

(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Money tall like Charlie Sheen, yeah
Spend your bonus on my lean (Yeah)
This money callin' me in my sleep
Don't trust a rich nigga that creep, yeah
Run that back, Turbo!

Wheezy outta here!
I was daydreamin' 'bout money, then I woke up

I be thinkin' all this pimpin' give the world to her
If I ever get the check, give you the world, girl
See us goin' up and down, roller coaster
I'll be the FN, you be my holster
Tell the city 'bout my love, I even post her
Pourin' all this lean in my styrofoam cup
4 Pockets Full, every one of these shows

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Top off the Lamb', I get a breeze, yeah

My travel kit is this codeine, yeah
I fell in love with Billie Jean, yeah
But YSL like Wu-Tang with that cream, oh
And I done bought you everything
Boss you up and put your condo in the trees
I bought some Gucci socks so long they can reach my knees
Got a bust down Rollie with big racks inside my jeans, oh

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Wheezy outta here!
Wheezy outta here!
Wheezy outta here!
I just sipped can't do nothin'
Yeah

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Wheezy outta here!
Wheezy outta here!
Wheezy outta here!
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Wheezy outta here!
Wheezy outta here!
Wheezy outta here!
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Wheezy outta here!
Wheezy outta here!
Wheezy outta here!
Black ski mask, we're ready to ride
For the money we get greedy when you floss
My family we gon' eat and we ain't starving
Gotta get your hands dirty when it's time to get it
My niggas down to ride and we all with it
Them my niggas, them my niggas
My niggas, them my niggas, them my niggas, them my niggas
Oh lord, them my niggas, them my niggas, them my niggas
I never go against that grain, 'cause them my niggas
Tweet my nigga, P my nigga, Baby my nigga, Say my nigga

I never go against my motherfuckin' dog niggas
And if they ever switch sides then they know I'ma fuckin' kill 'em
My nigga CJ died on me, man I miss my nigga Jizzle
Black ski mask when we hop out the black minivan
The folks screaming 12 but I don't give a fuck what they say
I never need my dogs when we goin' on them licks fam
We shoot it out with 12 in broad day about this shit fam

It's up there with my niggas, never go against the grain

Hold it down for the hood, and I put that on the gang
Niggas they was tellin' lies tryna tell the folks my name
I came inside the game, I went crazy, I'm insane
My niggas, them my niggas, I swear I love them
Won't call them niggas my niggas, them my brothers
My dawg for sure, we gave 'em two in a row
Never goin' back broke no more
I'm tryna make this work

My niggas, them my niggas, them my niggas, them my niggasCook that shit up Quay










My niggas, them my niggas, them my niggas, them my niggasCook that shit up Quay





I know they mad as fuck
They can't keep tabs on us
We dodging the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I'll see you later
I'm tryna grind, go and get this paper
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I'm rockin' Balmains like they cheap

I brought out all hundreds and it's neat
I ride in foreign cars like I'm Meech
Punchin' on foreign broads on the beach
I got it all gone in a week (week)
Saved by the bell like I'm Screech (Screech)
F&N ride on my seat
Hope one of you niggas don't reach
I'm on that timeline, niggas watchin'
I just spent sixty thousand on some watches
I'm rockin' Tom Ford like a doctor
I just spent twenty thousand on some choppers
We keep them dracos, shout out to the shottas
Nigga we gotta pull up in apartments
This shit was hard for us, we thought we all was stuck
They told me go get it and I went and got it
Lil nigga I'm the one that got it poppin'
Lil nigga pull up on ya, try to pop ya
I been hearin' niggas talkin'
But when I pull up on them niggas' head drop
I got the streets in a head lock
Straight to the money, no stops
Straight gas, nigga fuck cops

Pussy nigga hatin', pocket watching (I see you watchin nigga)

Hope that they ain't forget the pocket rocket
Everything I do is expensive, old school dash digit
I been grindin' for a minute, I been really really gettin' it
We was really in them kitchens, I can show you how to get it
Turned a nickle to a fifty, turned a fifty to a dollar
Take the dollar to your partners, show 'em how to add the water
Lock it up and make it harder, Bentley ridin' with the mobsters
He know he pasta, we hit on oodles of noodles
We got the weight, that's a full one, damn she just blew me
Pass me the percs I need two of 'em
Get to the money, I'm racin'
Bitch better check my trap, I'm gettin' money
Pockets full, why not, FN on the side
Niggas try me they gon' die
Youngins screamin' what's the price? I can't wait to let 'em slide
It's gon' be a homicide
I ain't gotta tell no lies, 4PF until I die

I'm tryna grind, go and get this paperThe narcs just ran in the spot

F&N ride on my seat



I'm tryna grind, go and get this paperoney, I'm racin'


F&N ride on my seat




F&N ride on my seat



You know what I'm sayin', you is the vibe and the wave
You know what I'm sayin'
Never let these niggas catch up, once you caught up
Know what I'm sayin'
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh
I can do bad on my own and good by myself

I never needed no help
I needed you niggas you wasn't right there
You need me lil' nigga, I'm still gon' be here
My visual was blurry and now I see clear
You wouldn't believe what I made in a year
Trading designer I'm sticky as hell
I run Atlanta I should be the mayor

Whenever we argue I buy her Chanel
Whenever I ain't rappin' I'm sellin' this bail
My nigga got caught, I just hope he don't tell
If you can sit quiet then I'll pay your bills
They not gon' snitch if they send me to hell
I put in overtime to get these M's
Been with the same gang since I was lil'
Run it up run it up run it up lightspeed fast, yeah (yeah)

Lightspeed fast, yeah (yeah)

You won't believe what I made in a year

I'm flippin' these bags, I made me a mill
Then I start rappin' and got me a deal
I took off fast, this shit get for real
She want to talk but she don't want to hear
All she want me to do is keep it real
She keep on cryin' I'm tired of her tears
I keep on lyin' and just what it is
I'm on my grind, so fuck how you feel
I got some homies who sittin' in the pen
Yeah, yeah
They gon' be sittin' in that bitch for some years
We were some teens, they labeled us grown
Had some judges that was doin' us wrong
I know your pain just hold on
Just sing this song

Know what I'm sayin', when you create the wave and the vibe
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh





Yeah, yeah
Just sing this song
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh





Yeah, yeah
Just sing this song

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh





Yeah, yeah
Just sing this song

Ayy, yeah
Tay Keith, this too hard
Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard, ayy
(Run that back, Turbo)
Yeah, ayy, look
I bring up money, they change up the topic

I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket
She gave me her number, now I gotta block it
I'm mixin' the dirty bills in with the profit
Clean that shit up and I give it right back to him
If I don't fuck with him, then I can't rap with him
I wanna be there when somebody catches him
I want a witness to see that shit
(Man, these folks, these folks gotta goddamn hear this shit, no cap)
I bring up hits and they change up the topic
One hell of a year and a nigga still droppin'
They wanted to stop it, but they couldn't stop it
You told a story like shorty was feelin' you
She told a story like she split the bill with you
Look at my story, man, no one could write it
Now I see a million, I don't get excited
I might just YSL my shit, the Thugger way
Ain't no real sense in me goin' the other way
Cannot be seen in that shit from the other day
Virgil just chef'd me a whole different colorway
Please don't be stupid, it's Baby and Gunna
And Baby, he wanted her, so I just swung her
Next time I'm in Dallas, I'll look for another
You niggas fell off and you never recovered
Poured up some Hi-Tech and wait 'til it bubble

Young Gunna Gunna, I make this shit double
Hit Eliantte and left with a puddle
It's me, Drake, and Baby, you know you in trouble
Run up my check, my bitch sprinted the shuttle
Sign plus an M, bought a Benz for my brother
Painted all black, the interior butter
I drip like a leak and that's word to my mother
Yeah, came out the street, gotta sleep with a cutter
Found me a bitch who gon' eat, it's a supper
My dick in her mouth like she teethin' or somethin'
Sound like it could be Drip Season this summer
Ain't no comparin' 'cause we number one
In black and white Chanel, I look like a nun
The police in shock, don't know who got a gun
Don't got what I got 'cause I shop in Milan
It's winter, I still took the top off the don
The kid was surprised that my trunk in the front
I know you a upset they don't shine in the sun
Cuban link look like a box of crayons
I'm still at the lot, tryna cop the Cayenne
I told the judge, "Fuck it", I'm goin' on the run
You want it, my dawgs'll look out for the bond
And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides

We get M's in by the shoe size
I don't fuck with y'all type of kind
I done seen all y'all dickride
Bread winner like I'm Kevin Gates
And I swear to God, I don't get tired
From the trenches, now I'm goin'
Spend a whole hundred on a new wristwatch
Don't gotta drip, I can leave it to Gunna

Runnin' this shit, only been out two summers
That 4x4 truck, I post 300
Boy, at whoever, they know how I'm comin'
Ain't got no feelings, I'm here for the money
Treat every club like a Magic on Monday
Niggas ain't rich for real, they gettin' fronted
Gave her a dime, told her fix up her stomach
By the time she get back, I'ma switch up my number
Cap to her friend like I been on her bumper
Lately, I been the topic of discussion
Draco was foreign, they shoot it from Russia
Bad vibes at my show like I'm Usher
If she tell me "No" once, I won't even touch it
All I do is get her out here, abortion
Act like I've been rich, I used to have nothin'
Drizzy hit me up like he got another one
Money ain't even came in from the other one
Fuck it, I'm hot, so I might as well double up
Seem like everything I get on a numba one
They tryna team up to beat me, they huddlin' up
Ever catch me out in traffic, I'm cuttin' up
Every city we go to, it be lit as fuck
Tryna put the police on us, get rid of us

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up...
Ayy, yeah
Yeah, ayy, look






Ayy, yeah
Yeah, ayy, look




Ayy, yeah
Yeah, ayy, look






I come from a different type of cloth
Than these niggas
I'm gonna buy a different type of car
Than these niggas
Ain't gon' fuck on none of these lil' bitches, baby
I gotta switch it up man, I gotta move different
I'm a boss nigga, yeah
Show them youngins howto level up
Four Season hotel, 60 levels up
But I'm a resident
If you gon' do the crime, go hard
Don't leave no evidence
I got'em all on my wave
'Cause it's evident
But where was y'all when I was lost
Didn't know where to go?
She think I'm fly, she like my pimpin'
But I can't save no ho
You only get one chance to cross me
Then it's, "Say no more"
I gotta tell 'em go
I ain't hit you baby mama

Hit her with the curve ball
And I'm still the same young hitter
That used to serve y'all
Don't ever get it twisted
My youngins really flip shit

'Cause I really flip shit
I don't need no friends
I just wanna win
I got this new Benz
And it's all I need
She listen to her friends
They wanna get in
She don't understand that they'll slob on me
If I let 'em, ain't gon' let up
I'ma keep on scribin'
Heard they lookin' for me
I can't tell 'cause I ain't hidin'
It don't matter if I'm frownin'
'Cause my woman smilin'
Had a family, went legit
Ain't no more public housin'
I gotta stay from 'round it
I gon' pull up AMG like I don't know my alphabet

Youngins ain't on Instagram
But they still want a 'blue check1
If 12 go grab one more of my dogs
I'ma sue the vet
I thought they all wanna see me ball
They'd rather go hide the nets
All these pointers in my watch
But my Rolex ain't tellin'
Gonna drank to death
But when I'm on it it's like I'm in heaven
And it hit shootin' dice, said
"Where they from? ", we told 'em, "7"
Used to go to church
Till I seen MC serve the reverend
Life getting bigger, no small faces

Don't know why she don't wanna fuck
When I ain't wearin' my necklace
They ain't picture me like this
So, I sent all of'em selfies
Pray you don't get caught in midst
'Cause when we slide, it's deadly
I'ma pay her for that pussy
I won't lie right there
$900, them jeans came from where? Moschino
When that paper cornin' in
It drive you senile
It drive you crazy
Pray you take these lying hoes back
Or they all faded

I just wanna win
I got this new Benz
And it's all I need
They wanna get in
I gotta stay from 'round it(Cook that shit up Quay)

Than these niggas
Than these niggas
But I'm a resident
'Cause it's evident
I gotta tell 'em go



I just wanna win
I got this new Benz
And it's all I need
They wanna get in
I'ma sue the vet

It drive you senile
It drive you crazy
Or they all faded

I just wanna win
I got this new Benz
And it's all I need
They wanna get in
I gotta stay from 'round itEAK* When I ain't wearin' my necklace
It drive you senile
It drive you crazy
Or they all faded

I just wanna win
I got this new Benz
And it's all I need
They wanna get in

Than these niggas
Than these niggas
But I'm a resident
'Cause it's evident
I gotta tell 'em go



I just wanna win
I got this new Benz
And it's all I need
They wanna get in

I'ma sue the vet

It drive you senile
It drive you crazy
Or they all faded

I just wanna win
I got this new Benz
And it's all I need
They wanna get in

Than these niggas
Than these niggas
But I'm a resident
'Cause it's evident
I gotta tell 'em go



I just wanna win
I got this new Benz
And it's all I need
They wanna get in

I'ma sue the vet

It drive you senile
It drive you crazy
Or they all faded

I just wanna win
I got this new Benz
And it's all I need
They wanna get in
Shopping sprees for fun

She did Saint Laurent
Atlas in my room
Private flight to Milan ('lan)
Ice VVs (ice, ice)
Ice VS1s (ice VS1s)
Off White VLONE's
Foreigns parked on my lawn
Them 40's come with drums

I like my bitches blonde
Walk hard, give me the runs
Don't none of my hoes wear Uggs
If you go in her, you can't call off
Nah, hoe we can't raw dog
Off Percs and X, can't nod off
If I call you the plug, can't fall off
Coupe from outer space (shh)

Trust me, I'm okay (I'm okay)
Buy Hi-Tech paint by the case (By the case)
You can tell that's Chanel by the lace (Chanel)
You can tell it's a bale by the weight (By the weight)
Cazal, you can see I got cake (I got cake)
I'm a young boss, I can cut a nigga pay (I cut)
Smash, I don't never use the breaks
She asked me for cash, are you serious?

New car Fast and the Furious
Spend a big bag on the mirrors
I got a big bag, that's period
My name hold weight I'm superior
Took her to Gucci, I'm serious
Gotta suck dick on your period
You can't say "No," I ain't hearin' it

Atlas in my room
Ice VVs (ice, ice)
Ice VS1s (ice VS1s)
Off White VLONE's

(Baby)
Drippin' out in France (France)
Shoppin' when we land
Made a stop in Punta Cana, shawty keep her body tan
Went to Magic last week, we prolly fucked off 40 bands
Get 'em flipped, I really can
Bitch, I'm the shit hoe, fuck your man
In Dior they call me Mr. Baby, they know who I am
BB belt hold up my pants, Louis pouch hold a F&N
Big Balenci's, I don't care for fashion, do it 'cause I can
VLONE Forgiato rims, white T-shirt, Amiri Timbs, yeah

Atlas in my room
Ice VVs (ice, ice)
Ice VS1s (ice VS1s)
Off White VLONE's
Spent six hundred eatin' lunch (no cap)
Got tired of Honey Buns (damn)
Smokin' by the ton (aye)
Give a fuck about my lungs (aye)
She suck me sloppy (yeah)
Put my lil' babies on her tongue
In the hotel lobby (yeah)
Got a Glock on muted drum (yeah)
Half a mil in jewelry
Got a quarter in my safe (yeah)
She don't ask me nothin' (yeah)
Put main bitch in her place (Yeah)
Take her shopping, I got good taste (good taste)
Approved her fit of the day
You ain't goin out like that, no way (no)
I drip too hard every day (drip)

Atlas in my room
Ice VVs (ice, ice)
Ice VS1s (ice VS1s)
Off White VLONE's

Run that back Turbo

Atlas in my room
Ice VVs (ice, ice)
Ice VS1s (ice VS1s)
Off White VLONE's




Atlas in my room
Ice VVs (ice, ice)
Ice VS1s (ice VS1s)
Off White VLONE's

(Baby)

Atlas in my room
Ice VVs (ice, ice)
Ice VS1s (ice VS1s)
Off White VLONE's


Atlas in my room
Ice VVs (ice, ice)
Ice VS1s (ice VS1s)
Off White VLONE's

Run that back Turbo

Atlas in my room
Ice VVs (ice, ice)
Ice VS1s (ice VS1s)
Off White VLONE's




Atlas in my room
Ice VVs (ice, ice)
Ice VS1s (ice VS1s)
Off White VLONE's

(Baby)

Atlas in my room
Ice VVs (ice, ice)
Ice VS1s (ice VS1s)
Off White VLONE's


Atlas in my room
Ice VVs (ice, ice)
Ice VS1s (ice VS1s)
Off White VLONE's

Run that back Turbo

Atlas in my room
Ice VVs (ice, ice)
Ice VS1s (ice VS1s)
Off White VLONE's




Atlas in my room
Ice VVs (ice, ice)
Ice VS1s (ice VS1s)
Off White VLONE's

(Baby)

Atlas in my room
Ice VVs (ice, ice)
Ice VS1s (ice VS1s)
Off White VLONE's


Atlas in my room
Ice VVs (ice, ice)
Ice VS1s (ice VS1s)
Off White VLONE's

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I done ran the money all the way
Money is the only fucking option

I got partners said they need it, whatever you know I got it (got 'em on me)
Paper route, I swear a nigga on it (paper route, a nigga on it)
Paper route, I swear a nigga on it
The money is the only fucking option
I got partners say they need me and I got 'em
Long as I'm having all this money I'ma pop it
I want that bag for real, I get that cash for real (for real)
I want them b's for real, already had some m's
I want that money for sure, sure
I used to trap out the back door (back door)
I used to sleep on a dirty floor
I ain't go home to change clothes
We might be fucking the same hoes
But we do not have the same goals
I want that money for real, real
I get that money for real
I get down with that money every time I'm on the road
I got different kinda bitches I keep getting caught with my hoes
Every time I'm in your city I just brung another load
I don't really give a damn about doing no fucking show
I want that load, I want that load, I want that load
I get that bag, I get that bag, get it for sure
All of my diamonds real water, I don't know no
I'ma keep going, I'ma keep going

Paper route a nigga on it
I got partners say they need me and I got em (got 'em on me)
Partner swerving on the back street, probably got a Draco on me (Draco)

All these pussy niggas fake hangin', all these bitches wanna blow on me
I got real money, real money, real, real, real, real money
I been grinding since a youngin'
I been trapping since monday (last Monday)
I got real rich homie, no quan
I'ma beat the pack out 'til its done
Told my mama back then I'm the one
Told the plug just bring me up 1
I want money, I want money for real
(Chasin' money 'til my heart stop)
Chasing money 'til my heart stop
I'ma keep on 'til my heart stop
I won't stop until my heart stop
I can't let up on these niggas
I can't let up on these bitches
I'ma keep getting that money
I'm just tryna keep it rich

I got partners said they need me, whatever you know I got it (got 'em on me)
I got partners say they need me and I got 'em (got 'em)
I'm just tryna beat another case

I just probably beat another case
I been home 120 days, I done ran this shit all the way
I just hope I don't catch another case
I'm just tryna dodge another case
I been home 120 days
I been home 120 daysI been home 120 days, I done ran this shit all the way





I been home 120 daysting that money












Fuck with young YSL yeah it's our year
Big racks, money talking nigga that's all I hear

Told every one of my niggas this our year
Pulled the Bentley truck to the clear port, go and board the Lear
Imma hop out, drip drip in the flyest gear
Everything came from Saks Fifths
Bitch got Dior all on her lips
Let her ride, Imma drive from the rear
Drive that bitch and go crazy

All blue hunnids big faces
Four pockets full, Lil Baby
Catch me a jet and go to Vegas
Chauffeur from a 63 AMG Mercedes
VVSs on me and they banging
Fuckin' on a nigga old lady
I was tryna grind like the 80s
I had to stack it tall took a whole lot of patience
Spend a dime nigga money ancient
Til I hit the mall and I fell in love with Maison
Money growing feeling like I'm ageing
Pour a four of syrup lemme taste it
Attached to the paper we related
Big racks, money conversation

Told Gunna Gunna lil kid this our year, you dig what I'm sayin' bro?
She got starstruck by the stars in the wraith, she know I ain't playin' though
I ran them bands up
Dressed like I'm sponsored by Louis Vuitton
Givenchy, Chanel, YSL, I'm a don
Four pockets full, get them in by the ton
Look at my bitch how she stunt on they ass she got class she got every bag


Gunna, Gunna, Baby



I ran them bands up


Gunna, Gunna, Baby



I ran them bands up


Gunna, Gunna, Baby



I ran them bands up


Human trafficking, they go from border to border
I'm on a vacation, dive in the clearest water, ayy
I stuffed two hundred ounces in a Pamper
Oh that's your señorita? She goin' too
Read my glasses, that's a hundred racks and
Sean Jean jeans, hundred racks inside these
Money old, got it colored like Monopoly
She can't control me, baby got no lock on me
Driveway got the foreigns in it
I whipped up a 'Rari, caught lil shawty off a backboard
Peep out the window with that K like Michael Maxwells
I bless lil' shawty with all kinda bags, and you ain't gotta ask for it
I drop some racks for it, ayy
Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it
Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four
Now a nigga want more, this the shit I asked for
Sippin' on codeine, I got a problem

I be with them gangsters and them robbers
Have a nigga lookin' for who shot ya
Probably in Jamaica with the Rastas
I'm gon' get 'em in for the cheap
And them bitches go for twenty-three
I know that these niggas envy me
And won't stop until I reach the T-O-P, I'm at the top
I'm acting crazy again, I had your lady again
Know she told you we was friends, but she ate the dick in the Benz
She know I'm a real one, she smell it
She do whatever I tell her
She let me hit it whenever as long as I keep on necklace
I ate that pussy for breakfast, yeah yeah
Diamonds on my neck, I got 'em frozen
Water on my wrist came from the ocean
Every nigga with me get them loads in
Only with the bros who put them fours in
Pink slip

This the type of shit I used to ask for

Remember down bad, I had to ask for it
Damn I'm out of lean, I poured my last four
Now my car say two hundred on dashboard
I get that money for real, I get that paper for real, yeah yeah
All my diamonds on me, yeah they shining
When I made parole that's perfect timing
Range Rover look pregnant with the body
Presidential tint so I can't see nobody
Your bitch on my hitlist 'cause she's a hottie
I know once I get in it I'm gon' ride it
I get that money forever, we get that money together, dig that
Bitches be walkin' up on me, niggas be actin' like groupies, get back
Gettin' to the money since like this high
Now I'm lil big homie all on this side

I got money on my mind, I do whatever for it


Pink slip





Pink slip





Pink slip



Tryin' not to go fed shit
Yeah, for sure
Double shout out to the plug, two times
Freestyle
Yeah shout out to my plug, he show me love

Shout out to my plug, he keep bringing all these drugs
Shout out to my plug, for all these drugs
I ain't never ever thought about runnin' off on the plug, yeah
Shout out to the plug, that's why I'm up
Shout out to the plug, he keep bringing all these drugs
I ain't never ever thought about runnin' off on the plug
Shout out to the plug, he got me super straight

I'm super good, I'm living great
All my pockets super straight
Shout out to the plug, I got them things for cheap
No Kodak, I smoke broccoli
I swear I got that guap on me
Shout out to the plug, got me flexin' in the club
I'm the first young nigga come through Magic, spend a dub
I got fifty on my neck, 'nother dub on my wrist
I got twenty in my ear, when I talk my shit just glist'
These bitches waitin' on me
Got they baby daddies hatin' on me
Make sure you tell 'em that that paper on me
Make sure you tell 'em I ain't never running
Heard them niggas coming for 'em, tell 'em niggas push up on me
Show me, show me, show me love

I don't count it, I just get it, put it up, do it again

All these bitches mad at me 'cause I'm fuckin' on they friends
Hundred twenty three thousand, I just went crazy again
All white glass coupe, I'm a fuckin' loose screw
Hangin' out the sunroof in that SRT Jeep
Yeah, I got P's for the low
Twenty-five, five low
Rest in peace to Shawty Lo
I'm gettin' money on them niggas
I know they see it, I be stuntin' on them niggas
Stop hatin' nigga, put the bag behind the kid
And I did what I did
I ain't have to hit no licks, ten toes in the bricks
I'm gettin' money nigga

I ain't never ever thought about runnin' off on the plugI'm on that Yo Gotti off
the top of the head shit
Shout out to the plug
Yeah, for sure
Freestyle





Yeah, for sure
Freestyle





Yeah, for sure
Freestyle




Every day it's gon' rain, yeah
Made a brick through a brick
I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine, yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain
Ain't worried 'bout you
I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
Do my thang
Bought her brand new shoes, told her kick rocks

Don't stand too close, diamonds, kickbox
Stay in red mean go, so I don't stop
I know they wish they could catch me but keep wishin'
You think I done turn into a fiend for these bitches
Tryin' to stuff as much as I can in these bitches
Make your bitch fuck on my man it's no difference
I ain't never pop no Xan, I sip sizzurp
If I ever have to turn on the gang, I won't do it
If I put it on a song, I seen it, or been through it
I can't put it in my song, I know how the Fed goes through it
And free all of the opps, but ain't no time gone
Gave me momma ten bands, sent her to Cancun
Got the crowd going dumb but I ain't no damn fool
If I went in there and did it, then maybe you can too
We done came from a long way from broke and sharing shoes
When your wrist like this
You don't check the forecast
I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
Do my thang

I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
Do my thang
Got a quarter million dollars in a book bag

New Era, I'ma dope boy, nocap
I'm livin' my best life for real
Just left the dealership, no tag
If we opposite it won't work, it won't last
Be the 'opp-o-site' knocked off, toe tags
Ain't been home in a month, got my hoe mad
They need me in the trap but I, can't go back
I jumped out of Porsche with a ho that's 'bout to snap
I got M's in the bank, give a damn what they think
Every vibe I ever shot my shot at, call it
Everything you ever seen me riding in, bought it
Big dog status, I ain't gotta sell drugs
Put my craft in the rap then I took off, yeah
New G Wagon, no key, this a push start
I can hit the gas make it disappear

I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
Do my thang

I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
Do my thangWhen your wrist like this
I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
Do my thang


I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
Do my thang

I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
Do my thang


I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
Do my thang

I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
Do my thangtatus, I ain't gotta sell drugs

I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
Do my thang

I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
Do my thang


I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
Do my thang
I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
Do my thang


I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
Do my thang

I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
Do my thang


I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
Do my thang

I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
Do my thang


I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
Do my thang

I'ma do what I do
And I do my thang
Plug on the way, he say them bags in
Still in the hood gettin' them racks in
Bought me a fishing rod so I can reel that bag in
I remember back when I ain't have shit
I should sign to Slaughter Gang 'cause I'm a savage

Word on the street Lil Baby havin'
I done fucked a thousand bitches out in Magic
These niggas broke, they pockets flat, that shit embarrassing
I just copped a new coupe, yeah the fast one
These niggas happy 'cause they finally fucked my last bitch
But I'm the one that told you she was nasty
Me and money havin' sex, we should get married

I been on my grind, that's why I'm loaded
I'm like Luda in his prime, I got them bows in
Condo at the top, I don't let hoes in
Medusa in the section, got them holes in it
I'ma take her down and let the bro hit it
Niggas talkin' crazy, that's that ho shit
All my hoes own shit, all your hoes rent
Drive so many foreign cars they thought it was rented



I got them racks in, yeah...Bought me a fishing rod so I can reel that bag in






I got them racks in, yeah...when I ain't have shit















I want a thousand bricks of weed

I'm tryna count four thousand hundreds
Put a thousand hundreds on your head
Pull up, let Benji sweep your street, yeah
Lately I been rack racing
Lately I been rack, lately I been rack racing
I want a thousand pounds of weed
Lately I been rack racing, been dying to get this money up

Wrap the truck, mount it up, had to paint the Hellcat
12 been on my ass, they tryna say I run a gang
Every time a body drop they go to throwin' up my name
I'm like I don't even trap no more
I been makin' these K's out the studio
I ain't even been around to serve my folks
I ain't touched a brick in so long
I'm like look don't call my phone, I barely know what's goin' on
It be like damn that's your bro, I seen that nigga at your show
I ain't been it, I ain't in it
I been tryna chase these millions
I been fucking all these bitches
Now my ho won't leave me 'lone
Talkin' 'bout I did her wrong
I'm like fuck that shit, I'm gone
I'm goin' back to the hood
Put all my lil niggas on

I did a thousand pounds a week

Them suckers know I run the streets
I put a hundred on his head
Baby bro make sure he dead
I told Lil make sure the bag right
That young nigga living the fast life
Told my bitch put up a half a million
Gotta make sure that that stash right
Lately I been rack racing then stacking all this damn paper
My niggas say they need me and they know that I'ma feed 'em
If it's pressure then we squeeze 'em
Red dot, I don't like you if you Cleveland
Got a couple crips ridin' with me and I ain't from Four Seasons
I told Lil Baby that I'm with it
Any nigga playin' they get they issue
I sent a hundred fuckin' missiles
He said fuck it, handle business
I told him clear the fucking block
Get out the way, let's set up shop
I sent a hundred fuckin' blocks
Took over the street nigga, we rock












In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi')
Mother fuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Phillies
Drip-drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce)
Bet that mink came to the floor when it's chilly
I got 3 big booty broads at the telly (The telly)
And they know from the start who was ready
I can't fuck with none of y'all niggas, y'all disgust me

When you with your maggot ass friends, don't discuss me
FN with extended clip, I hope don't try to rush me
I hear 'em sayin' such and such, a nigga ain't gon' touch me
Big body Benz, remember, I used to be dusty
Now I want my money, all hunnids, in a rush please
I was selling weed when they came out with White Tee'
Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white-tee
Whole hood poppin', other niggas that don't like me
Made her eat if you know she told her friend 'He gon' wife me'
All my niggas thoroughbred, I don't fuck with cross breeds
Free all of the bros down the road, and on Rice Street

Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly's
Pull some fine bitches in Margiellys (Margiellys)

Two new glass tinted, these baguettys
Ain't gonna bash you bitches, I ain't petty
Just know we fuckin', we ain't goin' steady (Goin' steady)
I don't wanna sleep, I need more Addys (Need more addys)
I ain't have no kid, but I'm her daddy (I'm her daddy)
Better shake her ass like it's 'Magic' (Like it's 'Magic')
20's in my pocket look like cabbage
Carats everywhere, I'm a rabbit (I'm a rabbit)
I ain't Shawty Lo, pop a Xanny
We was taught to go, keep that cannon (That cannon)
On my fuckin' gold I can't panic

Bet that mink came to the floor when it's chilly (It's chilly)
Money conversations, check my phone, sweet

I buy Dolce and Gabbana, Chanel, Armani, straight
Supermodel, her body gon' be me entree
I been runnin'with hitters, my youngins gun-sling
Cars of the day, brand new Wraith
My life's her goal, mines ain't straight
Bills ain't late, paid no notes
I ain't no joke
They want smoke
We exotic, shawty ride
We gon' ride
223, jakes outside
We don't get tired
We gon' ride(Metro Boomin want some more nigga!)






I ain't no joke
They want smoke
We gon' ride
223, jakes outside
We don't get tired
We gon' rideili (Sauce)

I ain't no joke
They want smoke
We gon' ride
223, jakes outside
We don't get tired






I ain't no joke
They want smoke
We gon' ride
223, jakes outside
We don't get tired






I ain't no joke
They want smoke
We gon' ride
223, jakes outside
We don't get tired
Niggas, bitches
I ain't takin' shots, I hope no one get offended
G550, this is not a rental
New AP, limited edition
Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols
I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em
Hold up, Baby
You been goin' crazy, who said you wouldn't make it?
I got somethin' to say to dopeboys 'round the nation
I won't stop for nothin', I'm chasin' out the paper
Talkin' like I'm basic, really, that's some hate shit
See 'em out in public, why no one ever say shit?
They know what I would pay for them to get a facelift
Penthouse at the top, I come from out the basement
Opp talkin' crazy, hope my Glock don't jam
Gotta make it back home, take care of my lil' one
When its time to ride, I'm like fuck makin' a diss song
Went and bought a Wraith just for somethin' for us to sit on
Every rapper on the come up send a song for me to get on
Ain't nothin' wrong, I used the plug for me to get on
10, 000 dollar outfit, I got that shit on
DM'in' my hoe, another nigga I'ma shit on
Realist in it
I was on the block because I was suspended
Niggas, bitches
Ain't takin' shots, I hope no one get offended
Bitch, you cuffin' up tongue, boy brighten up

Haters face crunched up like I cut an onion up
Your rent pay for what I paid for the temp fade
Got the blocks in a day, yeah them Cali based
Got the trap goin' up on a Wednesday
Samurai choppin' up work like a sensai
Keyser Soze, fallout like Coldplay
They don't really know, know nothin' 'bout auray?
Trapping in my Box Chevy, me and OJ
Michael Jackson with the glove, "Annie are you okay?"
Jackers in the hood, singin' like the O'Jays
Dope so good, make your uncle sell the Bluray
Drop the top on the Rolls like toupe
Fiasco when I pull up like I'm Lupe
Castro but now in the new day
Shoot 'em in the head, I ain't never like 'em, no way
Billy Jean, bitch I'm tryna see your whole team
He think he slick, so I shot him in a doorway
Another murder, boy, I'm known for duckin' murder charge
Double murder, try to pin it on me like I'm OJ
Quadruple crosses like a nigga omen
Cold-hearted like I never had a vertibre
Boss talk, make 'em bring it to your doorway
Four pockets full, whippin' up a 4-way
Realist in it
Niggas, bitches
Engine in the rear, put a million in the front

What the fuck is fear?
Chopper eat you like ifs lunch
Fuck the law nigga, but we don't go for the punt
Lookin' at the thotty body, this hoe is a runt!
Wait, when we draw the choppers, niggas start to run
Wait, these bitches wanna cuff up with the don
Wait if a nigga talk about some funds I relate, you hate
I did "The Race," Tay-K (Skrrt!)
Thinkin' like I'm Meech, M's in a vase
Practice what I preach, money on the daily
She not needy but she leaks, oh so crazy
Niggas plottin' and I peep with a laser
Push the money out, I'm in labor
She tryna fuck me for some clout hurt my baby
I got money stashed somewhere in my acres
My left wrist sad 'cause my right precious
Realist in it
Niggas, bitches
Hold up, Baby
I got somethin' to say to dopeboys around the nation
They know what I'd pay for them to get a facelift
Penthouse at the top, I come from out the basementRealist in it
Niggas, bitches
Hold up, Baby
Realist in it
Niggas, bitches

Realist in it
Niggas, bitches

Realist in it
Niggas, bitches
Hold up, Baby
Penthouse at the top, I come from out the basementoh so crazy
Realist in it
Niggas, bitches
Hold up, Baby
Niggas, bitches
Hold up, Baby
Realist in it
Niggas, bitches

Realist in it
Niggas, bitches

Realist in it
Niggas, bitches
Hold up, Baby
Niggas, bitches
Hold up, Baby
Realist in it
Niggas, bitches

Realist in it
Niggas, bitches

Realist in it
Niggas, bitches
Hold up, Baby
I'm tryna get my niggas out the trenches
This thirty hangin' off them Glocks extended
I trust in my dog, he really with it
I know if he get knocked, he ain't snitchin'
We weren't raised like that
Sippin' syrup, man you know we really sippin'
And fuckin' these bad bitches, we really did it
And when a nigga fly, fuck he drippin'
A young nigga with a hundred thousand, he winning
Put your money to your ear and show you gettin' it
Eighteen with a hundred racks, what you know 'bout that?

Came from selling packs, seeing niggas get whacked
Money to my ear, fuck what Jay-Z said
I'ma stay down tryna get it, I need Jay-Z bread
I really did it, in them kitchens with my niggas
Keep them pistols, probably served a thousand midgets
Hundred bags of the strong, got 'em gone, did it all off a phone
Told my bitch ain't comin' home 'til that fuckin' pack gone
I gave my nigga hope and I really did it

When I first seen my first hundred thousand, I was twenty

Ridin' 'round bumpin' P, screamin' No Limit
They tried to knock me off my pivot
Told him keep me in the game coach
Got a couple dollars, lost a couple partners
Fuck a nigga who done changed on me
Make a nigga drop some change on him
You know your brodie told on brodie while you praised that rat
The way that I got it they thought I print it
I caught my first harder than carter sentence
Just when I had started they thought I'm winning
I cut bitches off now they thought I'm tripping
I gave my niggas hope, I really did it
They gave my cuz a bow, I really miss him
Codeine all in my system
Won't ever leave this house without my pistol
Now never beat a double but a triple, nigga












I fuck back and forth
YSL
I do this for Maze in the motherfuckin' trenches

I go get it, I go get it
My niggas gon' and get it
I got some niggas comin' with me to the top and I'mma take 'em
And I know them niggas hatin', but I'm waiting, I got patience
I got bitches rollin' down on a nigga

I go ride on a nigga
I go ride all them niggas
And I shade all my grizzy
Go around all them niggas
I go ride all them niggas on my way to the top
I lost some homies, they got popped
Couple homies they got shot (tututu...)
I don't count it for a man
I want that money and I ain't first

And I ain't lost and I gon' get it and get it
Fuck I leave it all adjustin'
Bitches won't fuck my neck just they probably won't fuck my pocket
That's why all you niggas watchin', come try me, the option is only you nigga
I don't get no money, fuck with true niggas
I'm so stiff on y'all hoes
Nigga know how I harsh and I get money on them hoes (racks racks)
I'm tryna accomplish my goals
All these niggas bitches and I know it for sure
I got different whips, I got cars galore
I got different bitches, I got women galore
All I know is money and I need me some more
You know I ain't just talkin', they know this
And I just popped that motherfucker, I show shit
I'm already hood-rich, and I tryna go legit
I need another way I'm tryna rap about this shit

I lost some homies, they got fucked
Never had a job and never plan on getting one

I came here they rowdy bitches know it's one on one
Let's meet there, relax, I won
Change from the Pentagon next thing on her tongue
500 cash with me that's why I got this bag on (racks)
I came from rags to riches now tryna sell out the dome
My bitches skinny dippin' they all got thongs on
You ain't tryna get rich you gotta gone gone gone
I got my weed from Jamaica, Sean Paul
Tryna be the reason niggas hating on all y’all
Stayed down in this law, we get paid off
Big homie taught me if it's a plug don't run off, ay
Nigga stack a G like a Phillipean
And we smokin' weed, drinkin' codeine (drank it, drank it)
And I got some M's I could buy Hardees (I could buy Hardees)
And I got some water, you can't walk in these
Turn the mansion to a club, let's have a party (let's have a party)
We got options, you can drink some Act, red or green?
Got me tearin' up the fuckin' street

I don't count it for a manI love my nigga next to me
I got a rider who would die for me
YSL






YSL






I don't count it for a manI love my nigga next to me
YSL






Last night I didn't come home my bitch probably think I was cheating
She don't even know, I was sleepin' on the low
Ain't got time for no hoes, I been on some other shit
Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich
They tryna ride my wave, I had to switch it up

They tryna ride in my lane, I had to buck a left
I had to cut off my feet to save myself
Stayed down and went and raised my wealth
We was waitin' on the mailman, we had to track it, he had the pack it
Soon as we get it the pack in, 30 minutes later racks in
Thousand dollar belt for my pants
Ridin' round beating I'm the man
I can get them bags on demand
Count this money fast with my hands
Shooters they gon' shoot on my command
Got these bands dawg
Hope out and go get it forreal, I went and got it forreal
They tryna tell me to chill, this just the way that I live
I be on syrup forreal, I just keep buyin' these seals
I know I'm never gon' squeal, give a damn how they feel
Baby Jace, sitting next to me on the roads to riches
Lil Dee, sittin' next to me on the road to riches
DT ridin' shotgun on the road to riches
They tryna ride my wave, they tryna ride my wave
Last night I didn't come my bitch probably think I was cheating

I just got a call from my dawg he just came home

Told me that he got out on his dick so I'ma put him on
Couple niggas talkin' foul, they all seem to sang songs
Get a nigga left on the yard for a cellphone
Yung nigga ready to crash out, I had a thousand pounds at the stash spot
And I'ma hold it down for the havenots
I still remember times I ain't have nothing
I ain't no greedy nigga you can have some
All of my niggas eatin' go and ask 'em
They don't want no smoke they got asthma
Bitch I'm a street nigga I ain't no rapper
They should put on a runway, drippin' like a sundae
Make yo bitch see how this dick taste, a million off a mixtape
Niggas hate but I just dictate
I control the shots
Boy I control the block
Boy I control that rock
You gon' need a way bigger surfboard
Got allot of money but I want more
Go and get that paper I ain't have no choice
My son gon' be a boss cause he's my first born

Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers richRun that money counter baby



I control the shots

Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich, a million off a mixtape
I control the shots




I control the shots




I control the shots

Niggas screamin' we got beef, shell casings in the street
You gon' ride or die, you gon' ride or die
Sixteen on the block, had to run me up some guap
Turn some soft into a rock, keep on whippin' 'til it lock
I know my mama prayin' for me, it's kinda hard for her to sleep
When she hearin' I got beef and I'm really in the streets
But she know her son a G, ain't gon' fold, ain't told
I ain't rolled, when the pressure was on I bust chrome
Six o'clock on the dot, niggas still at the spot
Got a play for three blocks, I might serve 'em or take 'em off
I'm tryna figure it out, fuck it I'ma figure it out
All I know is play for keeps, I ain't slept in 'bout a week

I'm up early in the morning tryna run me up a bag

But a nigga on the run 'cause the narcs on my ass
I'm slidin' in the I, nigga I'm slidin' in the I
And it's for a pocketful but a nigga playin' for keeps
And a nigga got a drum 'cause a nigga in the streets
So I'm grindin' I, nigga I'm grindin' I

They havin' pressure 'bout these hoes, we havin' bags of this shit
I got four pockets full and coupe around my wrist
Know I play for keeps I got paper out the street
Pull up at your spot, air that bitch out for a week
I finessed 'em out the cash, Rudy bought the jeep
I was in the flat with beat, we got dracos for the beef
I ain't lyin' I'm a beast, them hoes say y'all niggas cheapskates
Duffel bag full of cash like I hit the sweepstakes













I might buy that car if it make the right sound
Solitare ear ring bling from a mile away
I can't do what she want me to do, she tryna take my child away
I think my past tryna haunt me (haunt me)
What do everybody want from me?
What do everybody want from me? (from me)
I gotta give it to 'em, if I don't
I might go to the hood, I'll make a song
Turn the trap spot to the studio
I'm tryna make a way for my folks

Seein' how I'm Oakland City only hope
I gotta get it, I ain't got time to play
Ain't got no time to waste
I've been havin' nightmares about goin' back to jail, so I wake up
Drankin' all this lean, poppin' Adderall so I can stay up
Niggas that I used to love actin' like they're mad 'cause I got my cake up
Ain't gon' never let it get to a nigga, keep on grindin', gotta get another million
Condo on Peachtree, I paid the rent for the closet

They just wanna talk about my past, they don't wanna accept the fact that I'm a
boss
Everything I wanted, I'ma go and get it, I ain't trippin' 'bout a cost, yeah
Everybody want a piece of the winnings, they're never there when you're lost
Seen my main man try to cross me, I'm tryna pass it down to my offspring
All these hoes see me flossing, seen my first mil', felt awesome
They can't follow me, I lost 'em
Had to boss up, so I bossed up
Now I'm bossed up
I can't wait around for nobody, I need it right now

Solitaire ear ring bling from a mile away
She gotta be piped up to feel my emphasis

She hot, yeah, she sizzlin', but can't love her more than the studio
Serena and Venus, yeah most of my chains tennis
So I wore it all to the studio (studio)
My baby mama got pregnant, had to buy a bitch a car to get an abortion
She just wanna see tears and sad faces on my shorty
But I can't get mad, that's the way it goes when you're fortunate
Leave a million cash in the street, nigga better not touch it (on God)
Act like they came to lay hands so their trust don't get busted (no cap)
Straight from Mossberg to his borough
Birds, bless the J's on that cizzurb
Ridin' in the Lambo that the lil' kids say "Bingo" to
My last two years were the worst ones in my career, but I'm still rich as you
Disneyland's where your kids go, on a private jet when I'm into you (when I'm into
you)
Them lil' bitches that be hatin' need to pipe down (pipe down)
(I can't wait around for nobody, I need it right now)

I might buy that car if it made the right sound


boss
Now I'm bossed up


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boss
Now I'm bossed up


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boss
Now I'm bossed up


you)

I been type of guy she likes since middle school
Never thought that I'd get famous, always know that I'd be cool
Could've been fucked on shawty, I just didn't wanna be rude
Eliantte diamonds, I want the finest for your jewels
Am I hittin'? Them be slidin' up with cameras on my crew
Ain't doin' too bad, I'm somebody, you can Google me
I ain't never worried 'bout what they say that they gon' to do me
I was puttin' overtime, I'm doin' numbers like it's two of me
That was back then, time change, this a newer me
Money conversations at the table, I speak fluently
Stay away from bad vibes, I can't see no nigga doing me
Still give her couple thousand, even though she would of did it free
They don't treat me like no rapper 'cause my vibe like I'm in the street
I'm one of the top five, it ain't too many guys as real as me
I barely get sleep, I'm tryna make sure everybody eats
Took a trip to overseas, I'm buyin' drip in other currencies
I'm on fire right now, it ain't somethin' that there's currently
And a bitch told a lie if she told you she was curvin' me
And we all big dawgs, ain't gon' let my people work for me
911, we got a problem, it's an emergency, yeah
I heard that crime pays (Uh)

They think we thugs 'cause we got ice, I'm going plain Jane
No matter what, at least a quarter for my main thing
Showed up on Forbes, I can't complain, I'm tryna maintain
Hop off a plane, pick up a check then do the same thing
I heard that crime pays
Hop off a plane, pick up a check then do the same things
Lately I've been diggin' your vibe

I can tell by the look in your eyes
That you need to get some shit off your mind
I give you my time, give you jets in the sky
Have you runnin', runnin' laps for me
I perform when I'm done, you should clap for me
You got problems on your head, you can chat with me
Have you running around the globe chasing racks with me
M's in plastic, sometimes I'm sarcastic
I just like to hear laughter, tryin' to ease all this pain
Took off fast I know they hate how I passed them
Don't gotta be in the grave, they throwing dirt on your name, yeah
I heard that crime pays, uh

Hop off a plane, pick up a check then do the same thingsTay Keith, fuck these
niggas up!





niggas up!




niggas up!



Jumped in that Benz then I peeled off

Brought out a ten, imma spend it all
I need some pills and some seals dawg
Fuck the cops we got our own laws
You can free my dawg hes locked behind the walls
Numb to that pain I can't feel shit at all
Blew a ten, on a wednesday

Stack these bands, heard you rent weren't paid
Need a lend, just like Frito-lay
Free my friends
Got white like Nicky Barnes, cop these two door foreigns
My bitch can't be borin', ice on both my arms
Don't approach I'm on, flawless diamond charm
All my spots alarm, big house feel like a dorm
It's on the north, young Gunna don't love no whore
I came with the wave no shore. my voice a little hoarse
I'm whippin around in a Porsche, I'm ballin' outside of the court
Never knew I could make it in sports

You can free my dawg he's locked behind the walls
I'm on these percs I can't feel shit at all

Jumped in and I went far, my new girl super large
Paid cash for all my cars, protected but I'm raw
Addicted to the awe, me and Gunna double large
Rich rolling up a star, don't take shots from the bar, but I'm ballin' like Levar
I put drip all in my lingo I went crazy
Louis Supreme jean jacket for my baby
My kid a walking lic, I put VVS on his neck
Fuck my sidepiece, a new breast
Fresh off of high speed in that vette
I can't stop, can't miss this shit you know I'm never late
Bought a penthouse at the top so I can meditate
I don't talk down cuz I'm up I gotta elevate
Worth a million five for real so I accept the hate

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)


Free my friends



(Yeah, yeah, yeah)


Free my friends



(Yeah, yeah, yeah)


Free my friends



Went a copped a new Plain Jane

Didn't like it I bust down
Half a mil for another chain
Hit the bro and we bust down
Now I got my whole apartment winnin'
We got all type of cars and they ain't rented
We ain't cuffin' no broads, we up in it
We ain't takin' no bars, we be sippin'
We turn a section 8 apartment into a condo

We got them hoes, y'all niggas know
We got them bands, y'all niggas know
Plug on the way, we ain't seen no drought
Addicted to Peres, we ain't runnin' out

We got them foreigns outside the apartment

Look like a dealership
Heard he got caught, but he just got out
I want no dealings with him
He just want clout and he don't want problems
He ain't a real killer
I don't entertain 'em, I know we dangerous
I hang with drug dealers
Yeah
Hit that lil' bitch at the spot
And I made her feel like we was at the Intercontinental
We work and we ride in the rentals
Won't drive the car, 'cause they draw so much attention
My lil' homie swing the AR like a guitar
He ain't never took a picture
Wherever we go, we go hard, they know who we are
Got 'em stoppin' takin' pictures


I parked the Lamb in the front of this house, though

Everything handled, I'm blocking 'em out, no
Yes, yes, but the answer's inside of my eyes, ho
I hop in the foreign
Everywhere I go, I don't ride in no Tahoe
Trash that spoil
I sit the front in the back with the ho
Lotta ammo, oh!
I go to war with the president too
Money, y'all know
I want some Louis, sitting back with the hoes
I put these racks up to my eyes
And they land at my knees, knees, knees
I put the Tec to your rib 'cause I'm havin' real OCD
I know she be in her feelings
When I wipe my dick off and leave
Everyone 'round me got killers
And they run around me and sip lean
'Bout to put my dick inside some kidneys
And I put some scratches on her knees
I'ma cop 20 plain Janes, yeah

And I'm passin' 'em right around
Won't regret, been a gang banger, yeah
And I took it around the town
Cuban link big as Wu-Tang, yeah, yeah
On a new tip, 2 Chainz, yeah, ye-yeah
Gotta whip in the Mulsanne
She done re'd up with new chains
I been knew, that them loose ends
Turn 'em all to the food chain
Baby licks, it's a few stains
Got baguettes by the bouquet
Then compare when we Wu-Tang'
Buy a Benz for the boo thang
We turn a section apartment into a condo

I dealin' the percs, we ain't runnin' out

I dealin' the percs, we ain't runnin' out(Wheezy outta here)



Yeah



Trash that spoil
Lotta ammo, oh!
Money, y'all know




I dealin' the percs, we ain't runnin' out' 'em right around






Yeah



Trash that spoil
Lotta ammo, oh!
Money, y'all know








Yeah



Trash that spoil
Lotta ammo, oh!
Money, y'all know



I ain't had no plug, know what I'm sayin'?
Lil Baby, digit time nigga
Yeah yeah yeah
Set up shop
Nigga fuck the cops, I got plenty guap
Young Roo act a damn fool with that damn tool
We the gang, nigga try the gang, nigga bust his brain
Bitches lame, niggas droppin' names, that's a damn shame
Bitch wait, fuck a mixtape, I got plenty cake
Yeah I'm rich and I'm pushing weight, that's why niggas hate
Bad bitch, she done sucked me up for them brand new J's
Trap nigga, six phones, doin' at least a brick a day
Slaughter gang, snatch your chain, dirty face, dirty K

Hundred thou in put up, I got this from the cook up
Sixty two to one-twenty-five, I doubled up
Switchin' lanes in the Hellcat, I done did that
Flip packs, I got big racks, where your bitch at?
Niggas broke, bitches stressed out, I can't help that
Real nigga, I talk brick talk, bet they felt that
Dope money turnt to rap money, watch how I flip that
Set up shop
Young Baby, goin' straight crazy, worth like four-eighty

Three eighty, I got two of those, keep 'em in my pocket
Young nigga get a lot of money, all these bitches jocking
Pussy nigga say they wanna rob me, guess that's why they watchin'
Hold up, bitch I'm froze up, bitch you know us
Them fours up, I be poured up, got me slowed up
Shoebox, fuck a shoebox, that ain't big enough
Big racks, I got big racks, where your bitch at?
Set up shop
Marc gators on my feet like I just stepped up out the swamp

I wanna be a billionaire, I ain't got no problem with Donald Trump
Lookin' sad, on a med, mixin' Act with Hi-Tech
I got way more water than Katrina 'round my fuckin' neck
I fucked that bitch like a pit
I told her her boyfriend a piss
Hundred-fifty thousand dollar bitches on deck
Set up shop, and I got some red in the red rock
Actavis make me sit it down like I can't walk
Go to that skirt, it's a box
Stand up guys get slaughtered
I can never be like Quan
Ranned up way too many coins
Anyway I act flamboyent
Nigga been a gangster since born
Nigga killed theyself, I warned
Niggas goin' broke and it's showin'
Set up shop
Ayy man, I been a rich nigga, know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah yeah yeah
Set up shop

Set up shop

Set up shop

Set up shop
Yeah yeah yeah
Set up shop

Set up shop

Set up shop

Set up shop
Yeah yeah yeah
Set up shop

Set up shop

Set up shop

Set up shop
Dope man got extendo

Livin' wrong, three dracos
Sellin' gas like Citgo
Got a ho spot on the sixth floor
I don't ever stay, just give and go
Hope my girl don't never know
These niggas 12, you'd never known
They got paperwork they'll never show
Sippin' syrup, I'm in slow mo
Got an engine in my turbo
Ridin' 'round in a low low
You only live once, YOLO
I can't drive my car 'cause they know it's me
I don't drive slow, all I do is speed
I'm on Adderall, I don't never sleep
Goin' hard, fuck 'bout who in front of me
Nigga out of line, he gon' rest in peace

Shout out big game, he gon' rest in peace
Signed a deal for two mil last week
I get one-five, give the rest to P
I ain't never got to rap, I'ma sit in that trap
I'ma run up them racks, yeah
I was sittin' in that pen, I was still gettin' it in
I ain't never goin' back, yeah
Never save a ho, always give and go
Give her what she want, never tell her no
Grind hard, ain't never goin' broke
I'm rockin' Loub's, I got spikes on my toe
On the yacht, it was me and Lil Boat
I'm a slime, I'll fuck any nigga's ho
Real easy like einy meany miny mo
When she see the money she gon' go
She know I'm a hundred, I ain't told
She know under pressure I won't fold
I ain't goin' fed, I ain't fuckin' with the cops
Y'all niggas lyin', y'all really need to stop
Spray a hundred rounds every time we spray a block
When the beef get to me I ain't never gon' stop

Hop out and go crazy, I'm just blazin' nigga

Ain't blood but I'm blazin' nigga, I go crazy nigga
My chain cost one-eighty nigga, I tried to save them niggas
Nigga you can't save that nigga, catch that nigga, spray that nigga
Leave it up to god when it happen
If I wasn't rappin' I'd be trappin'
Rental car, blendin' in with traffic
Gettin' a load in on the tractor
I got 'em scared, they knowin' I'm a factor
Jumped in the game, ran it up faster
Hundred racks bustin' out the plastic
Leavin' Magic City with a dancer
Made myself a boss, I'm from Atlanta
I put a half a pint in the Fanta
FN make it hard to keep my pants up
Ridin' 'round the city in a Phantom
Kidnap a rapper, make him pay the ransom
Niggas be fake, so we don't even dap 'em
They knowin' I'm real, you can go and ask
Before I was rappin' I was gettin' them bags in

Goin' hard, fuck 'bout who in front of meCook that shit up Quay
Run that shit from the top Turbo





Goin' hard, fuck 'bout who in front of meta











Southside
Yeah
Strapped
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them loc's who crippin' on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I'm sellin' coke for real
I put the "d" in dope for real
Saint Laurent on my coat for real
That Draco, that Draco
I'm with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood
Temp fade, new J's

All day, catch plays
White tee, dope boy
Move that dope, boy
Trappin' out a bando
Servin' out a window
Tryna run our mills up
That's what we pay the rent for
Fuck it up in the Gucci store, them M's in
Bad bitch lookin' like Bernice, I call her Slim Jim
I just want push start on my car
Shoutout the hood, they know I'm a God
They know we bang wherever we are
I just took these cuts on stage
Look at these VVS's in my chain
I'm doing better, I can't even complain
Bought it plain, then I blew out the brain
Birkin bag, make the bitch go insane
With the gang, I ain't switchin' the name
Paper tag, got me switchin' these lanes
Do anything to get me some chains
These niggas be fuckin' for fame
I'm doing shit that they wishing they could

I'm the first one, brought my Wraith through the hood
They hated on me, but it's still all good
Draco on me, and it's still all wood
I'm on probation, they let off a fool
They on my drip, tryna see what I do
They takin' notes, tryna study my moves
They tryna do what I do
All-Star weekend, I was gettin' the pack in
Heard you got your shit took, nigga you lackin'
Big body Benz "beep, beep" when it back in
Real street niggas buyin' bags with the backends
These niggas ain't authentic, they actin'
And I ain't get to the money, they cappin'
What happened?
I thought you was a real one?
Solitary stones in my ear, these the clear ones
These diamonds dancin' too loud in my ear, so I don't hear them
My homie got the stick, I got the glizzy
We don't fear them
These niggas don't wanna play with us
I swear that we gon' kill them
Shout out Deezy and them Lo's who crippin' on the Southside
StrappedSouthside on the track, yeah
Southside
Southside
Yeah
Strapped
Temp fade, new J's

White tee, dope boy
Move that dope, boy

What happened?
We don't fear them
StrappedAK* I thought you was a real one?
We don't fear them
Southside
Southside
Yeah
Strapped
Temp fade, new J's

White tee, dope boy
Move that dope, boy

What happened?
We don't fear them
Southside
Southside
Yeah
Strapped
Temp fade, new J's

White tee, dope boy
Move that dope, boy

What happened?
We don't fear them
Baby, okay
Super Bowl ring, we ballin' hard, we won the championship

Everybody got somethin' to say when I ain't even ask 'em shit
Bunny rabbit broke, take a brick and do a magic trick
A hundred racks a show, get on the stage and do a backwards flip (yeah)
I'm in L.A. with some real Crips
I want Stella McCartney, this real drip
Cartier on my face with the wood tear
Put the knife on the K, it's the real deal
Make 'em get out this bitch like a fire drill
If I won't hit a bitch then the guys will
I've been on it, today I took five pills
I'ma run up them M's 'cause it's God's will
How you gon' check me?
She like my gangsta, she wanna arrest me
She wanna sex me (yeah)
I got the blocka, she know not to test me
Comin' at you niggas 3D
They gon' put this shit on repeat
Everything I say, they repeat
Any nigga try to sneak diss
I ain't gon' say nothin' back, yeah
I'ma keep gettin' these racks, yeah
When you speak 'bout me, speak facts, yeah
Got an FN on the kickback, yeah
Big nose, hood on the demon
Big to the streets, I'm a deacon
They wouldn't even peep what I was preachin'
They just wanna see me with the leaches
Big ballers, I ain't in the bleachers
Courtside, high five the ref
Codeine got me talkin' to myself
Blowin' up, I'm blowin' out my belt
Real G top 5, nah, for real
Only 25 before the deal
Every time we slide, a nigga kill
I just hope to God that they appeal
G5 sittin' in the cell

He 'bout to come (came home)
I got this money on me right now
I don't even answer my phone (put 'em on)
I had these bitches in state to state
They tryna give me some play (leave me alone)
They know that I ain't got time to waste
I'm tryna get in their face (I'm goin' home)
I might just give you a couple of dollars
And make sure you good on a model (good)
They know they'll probably gon' see me again
Unless I'm in that new Benz
I put the Forgiatos on the car
Naked Tundras on the truck
I got the money, I'm runnin' it up
And I've been puttin' it up (them M's)Yeah, Southside
I go nuts on Southside Beats
Baby, okay


And I've been puttin' it up (them M's)er my phone (put 'em on)
Baby, okay

Baby, okay


Them hot boys with me
Long live Jimmy, wish he was still with me
Swear to god every day I wish lil one was still livin'
Lean fuckin' with my kidney, but I'ma keep on sippin' yeah
Yeah I'ma keep on sippin'
Who the fuck want smoke, nobody

I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off
Forty on my hip, I lay low
Got some bros that'll shoot when I say so
They'll spray a hundred rounds out the draco
Fourteen with a bankroll

Only god knows all the shit that I been through
Dead broke when the rent due
I stayed down for the come-up now I'm stunting with my whole crew
Young niggas who with me 'bout whatever, they get cheddar
Boss up on them niggas, I done reached another level
Had some soda and some yola and I put that shit together
Hot boys thuggin', I try to tell 'em do better
I was on the rock gettin' paper
I ain't have no time for no hater
All these bitches tell me they gon' chase me
I don't chase it, I'm not a chaser

Hundred rounds on the draco

Lil D, he gon' shoot when I say so
All I know is real lives but my niggas on go
I'ma stand up on the block like a fuckin' light pole
Wish I would've stayed in school but I didn't
My mama tried to show me the right way but I didn't listen
And I'm fifteen but I ran up them digits (I ran them digits up)
Dracos like YoungBoy
I'm a young boy
Tommy gun boy
Just for fun boy
Breakin' in cars, we used to rob, it was hard
We used to starve, we came far

Dracos
Dracos, dracos, dracos
Stendos, stendos, stendos
And we throwin' up them fours
And we pourin' up them fours
Screamin' free all of the bros
4PF shit, ya digg?




I'm a young boy
Tommy gun boy
Just for fun boy

Dracos
4PF shit, ya digg?




I'm a young boy
Tommy gun boy
Just for fun boy

Dracos
4PF shit, ya digg?




I'm a young boy
Tommy gun boy
Just for fun boy

Dracos
Everywhere I go the stick on me
I can't let a nigga pick on me
Lil nigga, but I'm big homie
I can't keep a nigga bitch off me
I've been hearing niggas slick talking
F&N make 'em back off me
Percocet got me moonwalking
Young nigga tryna stay focused
Niggas play we gon' lay 'em down
Hit his block gon' spray them rounds
Wyclef, it's a man down
Pour the lean, wash the Xans down
In the loft breaking down pounds
First night she from out of town
Blood diamonds straight out the ground
So many hundreds I done lost count
Run it up on a daily
Bad bitches on me daily
My young nigga go brazy
Lil Baby go crazy
Banana clip on the draco you know I'll never let 'em play me
Chains on me like Kunta Kinte, I'll never let 'em slave me
Young nigga watch who you serve these niggas 12 like Brady
Fuck a bitch like Bobby Brown, I'll take it back to the 80's
We come from them 90's
Cashing out on these diamonds
We'll hold a nigga hostage
If he don't pay it's a homi
I had to struggle in the projects, you ain't seen the shit I seen
They say we promoting violence
Bodies dropping, murder scene
Could've went and bought Balenci', but I spent it on the teeth
Don't ask me do I got my glizzy, bitch you know that's my ID

F&N make them back off me
Hit your block we gon' spray them rounds
No my niggas never switch on me

Glock 40 with the dick on it
Hunnit round with the stick on it
Trigger finger got a itch on it
2-3 like a pair of J's
I can't settle for no minimum wage
We'll set this bitch up in flames
Hide ya nigga now don't fuckin' play
Interrogation I ain't say shit
I'll never write a statement
Poppin' shit I'ma stay lit
Wipe a nigga down for six bricks
Now we screaming out "Free Bricks"
All my niggas on that fuck shit
Made a mil' out of Kitchen County
Codeine I'm on lean addict
Diss me we gon' get atcha
Country boys we straight tax you
In Atlanta I'm a big factor
All these bitches tryna scream at me
AMG wit' the kit on it
Killtec with the switch on it
Middle finger to my opponent
Screaming out who the fuck want it?

So many hundreds I done lost countCook that shit up Quay

Lil Baby go crazy




Lil Baby go crazy



So many hundreds I done lost countCook that shit up Quay

Lil Baby go crazy



Steady burnin' sounds
Tryna steal your sound, dog
You a style-stealer
We just ride, nigga
I'm a beat-dripper
You a sound-stealer
I make hits, nigga
Pass it 'round
Just like Godzilla
Designer to the floor

I clean up like a washer
All these chokers 'round my throat
Icy kit I really want, 'cause
Said you proud and I was honored
I get VVS imported, uh
Niggas ain't dripping like "I wanna!"
Matchin' CCs with my partners
I served on the corner
I got birds on my collar
Then done solved all my problems
So I really drip harder
I keep syrup in my bottle
I get brain from a model
I got green avocado
Drugs look like Pablo
They tryna steal your style, dog

You a style-stealer
We just ride, nigga
I'm a beat-dripper
You a sound-stealer
I make hits, nigga
Pass it 'round
Just like Godzilla
I got shows and they litty, litty

Hoes and they ready, ready
Got white walls on the Caddy
I got sauce like spaghetti
I ball like I'm Manny
And my palms they get sweaty
Niggas soft like a teddy
Talk like broads, you too petty
Yes, she call me "Daddy"
Uh yeah, I take that Addy
She ain't usin' heavy
Put up in a hurry
Blues on the McFlurry
30, ball like Curry
Have to beg from birdie
'Cause they catch you early

You a style-stealer
We just ride, nigga
I'm a beat-dripper
You a sound-stealer
I make hits, nigga
Pass it 'round
Just like GodzillaThey tryna steal your style, dog
You a style-stealer
We just ride, nigga
I'm a beat-dripper
You a sound-stealer
I make hits, nigga
Pass it 'round
Just like Godzilla

I got green avocado

You a style-stealer
We just ride, nigga
I'm a beat-dripper
You a sound-stealer
I make hits, nigga
Pass it 'round
Just like Godzilla

Put up in a hurry
30, ball like Curry

You a style-stealer
We just ride, nigga
I'm a beat-dripper
You a sound-stealer
I make hits, nigga
Pass it 'round
Just like Godzillake I'm Manny
Put up in a hurry
30, ball like Curry

You a style-stealer
We just ride, nigga
I'm a beat-dripper
You a sound-stealer
I make hits, nigga
Pass it 'round
You a style-stealer
We just ride, nigga
I'm a beat-dripper
You a sound-stealer
I make hits, nigga
Pass it 'round
Just like Godzilla

I got green avocado

You a style-stealer
We just ride, nigga
I'm a beat-dripper
You a sound-stealer
I make hits, nigga
Pass it 'round
Just like Godzilla

Put up in a hurry
30, ball like Curry

You a style-stealer
We just ride, nigga
I'm a beat-dripper
You a sound-stealer
I make hits, nigga
Pass it 'round
You a style-stealer
We just ride, nigga
I'm a beat-dripper
You a sound-stealer
I make hits, nigga
Pass it 'round
Just like Godzilla

I got green avocado

You a style-stealer
We just ride, nigga
I'm a beat-dripper
You a sound-stealer
I make hits, nigga
Pass it 'round
Just like Godzilla

Put up in a hurry
30, ball like Curry

You a style-stealer
We just ride, nigga
I'm a beat-dripper
You a sound-stealer
I make hits, nigga
Pass it 'round
I went and got me some dough
But that ain't enough, I want some more
I want some more and some more
Jumped right out of class and straight to the club
Now she dancing on the pole
But that ain't enough, she want some more
She want some more and some more
Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets
Redhead with me like I'm Yachty

Every nigga with me got a body
Bad mamacita call me papi
Back to back Lams and the Raris
Only thing I wear is red bottoms
Free my nigga Long, the feds got him
Standin' on the sofa poppin' bottles
Crack a nigga head with a bottle
Sippin' lean, tryna ease my problems
Run up on a gang of niggas, shot 'em
Gucci glasses, snakes on my collar
Made these bitches rake up every dollar
She said she gon' catch it, she gon' swallow
Had to switch it up, I'm on the road now
I'm a stand up guy, I ain't gon' lay down
Seventeen five on my feet
Blowin' money like I hang with Meech
Louis V mixed with Supreme
Hop out in Givenchy, oh it's clean
Gran Coupe, 2018
Try me, it's gon' be a murder scene
Everything I say a nigga mean

Got four pockets full like I'm Baby

Keep Twaun with me case they play me
Goons at they door 'til they pay me
Baby blue brand new Mercedes
Six chocolate bitches came from Haiti
Nigga never made the honor roll
But the nigga made the Forbes List
Hundred thousand on my left wrist
Orange stones in a nigga mouth
When the sun hit it look like Sunkist
Big pendant 'round a nigga neck
Talkin' same size as a starfish
And a nigga know killers, got killers
Nigga same kind as Scarface
And a nigga ball like Hardaway
And a nigga ball like Barkley
And I put that on my soul, I got pictures up in Vogue
I got bitches always killin' shit, they always at the moge
I meant morgue, I don't shop at the stores
I don't fuck with these lame ass sorry ass whores, on god

I want S-O-M-E more

I want S-O-M-E more

Gran Coupe, 2018



I want S-O-M-E more

I want S-O-M-E more

Gran Coupe, 2018



I want S-O-M-E more

I want S-O-M-E more

Gran Coupe, 2018



I want S-O-M-E more

I want S-O-M-E more
But fuck 'em, I'm buckin', they gon' have to do they job
I'ma take before I starve
Every day it was hard, I been golden since the start
Duckin' feds, runnin' the cars
In the streets ain't no awards
So this Rollie be my trophy
I'm just tryna survive the motions
First of all let me say

Free Lil Jacques and D
Man they been gon' for a long while
Two lifes plus eight five, they got a long time
Damn they got my dawgs in a jam
Free all of my dawgs out the can
Stand on my two feet just like a man
In the yard goin' hard, when I touched down I had a plan
Twenty days, a hundred bands, I did that
You come from the jungle, I can dig that
You can't tell me nothin' 'bout the struggle
Man these streets I'm really in 'em, every day I had to live that
Hopin' that they never find us

Promise they gon' try to hide us
Keep my heart open

I been heart broken
Every soda that I drink it got lean inside it
Every nigga who ain't with me swear they livin' inside me
Pour me up some syrup so I can focus
In the meantime, gotta by my mama a new Benz
Came out hard on them niggas
Fuck who ain't with me, I don't need friends
Niggas mad at me 'cause they hoes on my drip
Nigga fall back 'fore that ho get you killed
Had to crawl back, lost a whole quarter mil
Fuck you and them niggas that's with you, that's how I feel

I'm just tryna survive the motionsHopin' that they never find us


Keep my heart open

I been heart broken

I'm just tryna survive the motions Nigga fall back 'fore that ho get you killed



Keep my heart open

I been heart broken



Keep my heart open

I been heart broken

Pulled up sippin' on drank
Told them that I quit, but I can't
I just ran through a whole pint
Got a whole 'nother M in the bank this week
Hope a nigga don't think I'm sweet
Lil' homie graduate, buy him new Jeep
Everything mine, don't rent it I keep
All kind of cars, nigga check out my fleet
We ran them racks up in the basement

We ain't have no cable
Buy every bando on a dead end, we ain't got no neighbors
Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah
I was running through bags on Campbellton
12 be squeezing too hard, you can't handle this
I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous
I'm rich, got caught with another nigga bitch
New G-Wagon, '18, no tints
Can't keep up with the money I spent
I don't keep count I just know that I'm gettin' it
I be hearing rumors they gon' take my chain
I ain't really trippin' if a young nigga get it
Hope you got insurance, nigga you gon' die with it
Breaking news, guarantee we make a nigga feel it
We ran them racks up in a basement, we ami have no cable

We got the whole city on exotic, tell the plug to send all the flavors
I never went for extortion, you can't pay a nigga to tell you I paid him
Shout out the real ones who gettin' it, yeah
Ride 'round the city, no ceiling, yeah
I had to upgrade my living, yeah
Took me some time, but I did it, yeah
I'm ballin', I stay on my pivot, yeah
Label me one of the real ones, yeah
I see 'em shootin' shots, any one of'em hit me
We killin' 'em dead

We ran them racks up in a basement, we ain't have no cable

Told the street 'I'm too hard, you can't handle this
I like how she watchin me

This jewelry on me goin' insane
I come from the poverty
This money ain't makin' me change
Everything lit and we go up, yeah
Whole lot of four we throw
My diamonds on fleek, they glow up, yeah
Everybody sip lean, pour up, yeah
All the PT's came from cinco
Hope them fools don't hit me with the RICO
Deal can make a call and get a kilo
Keep it real, you niggas know my steelo
Hold that thought, just keep that on the d-low
We don't pay no notes, don't go through re-po's
We gon' hit 'em up and make 'em re-post
I became a neighborhood hero
Tryna listen to my conversation
Bank account a lot of punctuation
Told the plug, "Ain't no more situations"
Trap house, rollin' Radric Davis
Pulled up sippin' on drank, yeah

Everywhere I go, big bank, yeah
Ain't never withdraw from the bank, yeah
Give a damn what a fuck nigga think, yeah


I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous(Cook that shit up Quay)



We killin' 'em dead





I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalousAK* Told the plug, "Ain't no more situations"






We killin' 'em dead








We killin' 'em dead






I'm getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain't throwin shade
I'm getting money, I ain't in the way
I stay out the way
Free all my dogs till they get out the cage
I'm having my way
Running through hundreds and millions a day
They know how to play
Yeah I'm the one you can see on my face
A mil in my safe
Everywhere I go I keep me a K
I'm getting paid
We just be balling like Odell
I got your hoe on my coattail
She in her feeling but oh well
We got em pants from wholesale
Running through thots in the hotel
Give 'em couple of hundreds for toe nails
Only time I'm in crowed, they both tell
They can say it was vacuum sealed with no smell
I was sitting in jail with no bail
I was sitting in prison getting no mail
My nigga switching up on me I don’t care
They got jack shit on him he won't tell
ZO6 Vette, ridin' the fast lane, hope I don't wreck
I'm on that red
Pourin it up with most disrespect
Forgiato on my cars now
I been fuckin 'round with the stars now
5 stars for my lineup
Give these niggas a chance but they time us
Switch the hustle, I did get the grind up
In the spot hundred dollars the lineup
Only big homie niggas can line us
Stickin dick in this bitch cause she fine as fuck
I'm getting paid

I stay out the way
I'm having my way
A mil in my safe
I'm getting paid
I can't stop the money keep calling

VVS on my collar
'Caught a body trying to dead dock ya
Way she suck she a head doctor
Diggin in I got her legs lockin
Super trendy got Chanel stockings
I ain't never had to fantasize
YSL we come and change the climate
Rode with twenty thousand one out of Onyx
That's when the ring, the chain, watch, Avianne
I got shooters in the trunk right behind me
I got spots like a cheetah won't find me
Young Gunna fell in love with these diamonds
Pressure god only rocking the finest
I done told you the crew almighty
It's my time I gotta remind you
If you my dog I gotta ride with you
I got you dog on whatever the issue
Free my dogs out of prison I miss you
Fuck the laws and whoever against you
Know the plug I don't go through the middle
Showing love it could all be so simple
I'm a giant remember I used to be little
Getting paid, I don't need no credentials
I'm getting paid

I stay out the way
I'm having my way
A mil in my safe
Everywhere I got I keep me a K
I'm getting paid
I'm getting money, I ain't in the wayCook that shit up Quay
I'm getting paid

I stay out the way
I'm having my way
A mil in my safe
I'm getting paid

I'm on that red
I'm getting paid

I stay out the way
I'm having my way
A mil in my safe
I'm getting paid

VVS on my collar
I'm getting paid

I stay out the way
I'm having my way
A mil in my safe
I'm getting paid
I'm getting paid

I stay out the way
I'm having my way
A mil in my safe
I'm getting paid

I'm on that red
I'm getting paid

I stay out the way
I'm having my way
A mil in my safe
I'm getting paid

VVS on my collar
I'm getting paid

I stay out the way
I'm having my way
A mil in my safe
I'm getting paid
I'm getting money, I ain't in the wayCook that shit up Quay
I'm getting paid

I stay out the way
I'm having my way
A mil in my safe
I'm getting paid

I'm on that red
I'm getting paid

I stay out the way
I'm having my way
A mil in my safe
I'm getting paid

VVS on my collar
I'm getting paid

I stay out the way
I'm having my way
A mil in my safe
I'm getting paid
I'm like fuck a Maserati, bought my bitch a Bentley truck
G5 my blood brother, he be throwin' B's up
And me, I got Chanel swag, you know I be C'd up
I pay cash for every car, you still be the laughing stock
Kept it real, that's why I'm fly
Look at me, I'm on the track
Don't look down when I'm on top
I'm done entertaining clout
Play with me, you gon' get shot (For real)
Now they can't resist us
Hear 'em tryna diss us
Really need to miss us
Prolly with your bitch, bruh
I bought her a Porsche off a piece of my endorsement
Richer than my classmates
She know how my kids taste
Now I'm on this cash race
I can't come in last place
I done finally went legit
They count it, so I'm a tax payer
So you know that mean I'm goin' hard
'Til my last day
Still can get 1,000 lbs a week, the gas way
I got six watches, I'm ahead of time

I'm goin' all out, if it's 'bout mine
I'm gettin' my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I'm different, I'm one of a kind
Brand new Birkin bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I'm taking charge
Just got off parole, made the brody take the charge
Runnin' through in that Phantom, with the sticks, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
All these blues, niggas askin' am I Crip, yeah (Cuz, what)
Make a move, we X you out, ain't goin' tic-tac (Brrt!)
Put a tag on your toe for all that chit-chat (Yeah, yeah)
The richest nigga in my city, that's a big fact (Big fact)
And we don't do them little planes, we on a big jet (Big jet)
My dog still movin' that 'caine and he ain't quit yet (Quit yet)
I had to tell him when he came "Don't bring no bricks back" (Gang, gang)
Feel like I'm the chosen one, Rolls truck, I ordered one
I ain't mean to buy that bitch a watch, but I bought her one
Richard Mille, cost a quarter milli' I got more than one
FN on me, lighter than a bitch, feel like a water gun (Gang, gang)

Living like a porn star, Rollie, 7 pointers

Opps wanna join us, but we ain't switchin' sides
Neck look like a freezer, ain't savin' no skeezers
They gave me a reason, now they gotta die
I don't want no smoke with you
If you don't want no smoke with me
But dog, if you want smoke with me
We switchin' shifts, sleep and creep
I did what they couldn't do
Guess that's why they mad at me
But what's up with your vibe, dog?
Why she keep on @'in me?
This my strategy
Keep on stackin' G's
Make 'em proud of me
I went Prada tee
I went Prada jeans
I went Prada fleece
I'm from poverty
Real talk
I got six watches I'm ahead of time

I'm going all off if it's bout mine
I'm getting my shine on I been on my grind
Feel like I'm different I'm one of a kind
Buy her a Brikin Bag, keep her up to par
Baby you look better naked you should take it off
Young'n from the projects, fucked around and got it poppin'
'Til my last day



This my strategy
I went Prada tee
I went Prada jeans
I went Prada fleece
I'm from poverty
Real talk

'Til my last day



This my strategy
I went Prada tee
I went Prada jeans
I went Prada fleece
I'm from poverty
Real talk

'Til my last day



This my strategy
I went Prada tee
I went Prada jeans
I went Prada fleece
I'm from poverty
Real talk
2 The Hard Way
Marlo, Lil Baby
Let 'em know
You might say that you love me, but I know that you lyin'
But I'm fuckin' with you, yeah
You done crossed me one time and I took you back time after time, oh yeah
Time after time, time after time after time, oh yeah
I swear it's time after time, time after time after time, oh yeah
Here we go again, listenin' to your friends

They ain't the one sleeping with me, they ain't got that new Benz
Know you probably tired of my lies
Know you probably think that you can find another guy but not this fly
I'm like why you listen to that bullshit that they put in your ear?
I'm the same one that dropped a dub and put it in your ear
He say she say every other day, I know you tired of it
Just be honest, you knew what it was when you signed up
I can't 'pologize enough
This what we gon' do, just get my things and pack 'em up
I'm so through with you, I don't know what to do
Probably lose my cool
I can't see me in no prison, I got shit to lose
You keep startin' this bullshit, so I'ma let you go

Fuck it, find another ho, I got a bitch to play your role
And you keep telling me that you really love me
You put no one above me
And I know you're in your feelings
I know you caught me down bad, I was trippin'
I was caught up in the hype, fuckin' bitches
Bae do I ever come up in your dreams?
When I'm buying you all these fuckin' designer things
And I'm giving you the world on everything
And it's me and you against the world, bae you dog
Back to back in them halls
You shittin' on bitches, fuck the law
And I know you get tired of them lies, I can see it in your eyes, yeah
I know you really fuckin' with me
TK Kravitz
2 The Hard Way
Marlo, Lil Baby
Let 'em know


TK Kravitz
2 The Hard Way
Marlo, Lil Baby
Let 'em know


TK Kravitz
2 The Hard Way
Marlo, Lil Baby
Let 'em know


Yeah yeah yeah
Toast to 'em all

She said she love me but I know the truth, she been fuckin' my dawg (my dawg and
all)
Lately I been feelin' crazy so I ain't been answerin' calls
I just been gettin' the money and savin' it
Keepin' my back on the wall
I'm never gon' fall
Straight to the money no stop
I'ma go straight to the stars
Free all of my niggas sittin' in the cell blocks
I'ma give it all I got
Condo at the top floor
We was so high, you can ask God
You can ask God
I know they hate it, I see they faces, they mad I made it
I'm on they ass, I'm gettin' this bag, I ran it up fast
Stand up in they chest no apology
Mama sent a text that she proud of me
Youngins in the hood watchin' out for me
Money all colors like monopoly
Park the Jeep, hop in the Vet
Stay on they ass, stay on they neck
Keep me a check
Viper came yellow, I painted it red
And I paid cash, you heard what I said
Goin' crazy, I been feelin' the rage
Last year I was sittin' in the cage
This year I'm goin' all the way
Taking drugs, tryna ease the pain
I see 'em watchin'
They on my drip, they tryna follow the wave
They on my page
They know that I'm paid, ain't been in town in days
Most of these niggas they old news
All these bitches been ran through
I'ma save all the fifties and keep the hundreds
Then spend all the dubs on getting money
Straight from the 'jects to a jet
We been gettin' real fly
Free G5, on a G5
Balmain denim, no Levis
Strapped to a T, who want war with us
Dually sit up like an armored truck
I brought it out, it's a one of one
Nigga screaming gang, they ain't one of us
Toast to 'em all

all)
I'm never gon' fall
I'ma go straight to the top
You can ask God
Draped down in Gucci, she rock Givenchy, she matchin' my fly

I know it's wrong, but fuck if it's wrong, I don't wanna be right
Let's take a trip, if we leave now, we can land tonight
We gon' take a trip to Dubai, guarantee you won't see nobody
Nobody safe where I come from
Young niggas goin' straight dumb
Fifty hollow tips in each drum
Throwing fours up with lil one
Hoppin' out trucks, we suited up, we ready for war, yeah
Yeah that's my boy, that's really my dawg
We went from boys to men

I'ma go straight to the topYeah
Free G5, on a G5
Yeah yeah yeah
Toast to 'em all

all)
I'm never gon' fall
You can ask God
Keep me a check
I see 'em watchin'
They on my page
Free G5, on a G5
Toast to 'em all

all)
I'm never gon' fall
You can ask God


I'ma go straight to the topDraped down in Gucci, she rock Givenchy, she matchin' my
fly

Free G5, on a G5
Yeah yeah yeah
Toast to 'em all

all)
I'm never gon' fall
You can ask God
Keep me a check
I see 'em watchin'
They on my page
Free G5, on a G5
Toast to 'em all

all)
I'm never gon' fall
You can ask God


Free G5, on a G5
Yeah yeah yeah
Toast to 'em all

all)
I'm never gon' fall
You can ask God
Keep me a check
I see 'em watchin'
They on my page
Free G5, on a G5
Toast to 'em all

all)
I'm never gon' fall
You can ask God


Brr, brr, brr, brr, brrrr
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey!
How you fit a quarter in a mattress (how, quarter)

Get the brick and transport it through the mattress (transport)
Chopper longer than my arm, who want static (static)
Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses (glasses, ice)
We got acres of cabbage (acres)
Surprise a nigga ride up on him on the banshee (brrt, brrt)
We got Ks in the attic (K)
Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy (brr, brr)
How you fit a quarter in a mattress (quarter, how)
Chopper longer than my arm, who want static (brrt)
Diamonds got my wrist slit off the glasses (slit, ice)
We got acres of cabbage (cab')
Try to run off with a birdie, kill your daddy (brr)
Trap been hard, having bass like a Kenwood (boom boom)

Throwin' up the Nawf that's the hizzood (Nawf!)
Pinky on froze that's a blizzard (froze)
Pourin' up a five of the sizzurp (syrup)
Fuck her on the thot get rid of her (swerve)
Yank on the dick, bitch, spit up (slurp, slurp, yup, slurp)
Freakazoid this a ice pup (ice)
Bentley Bentayga red guts (Bentayga)
Throw that bitch away cause she a mutt (mutt)
Fool hold a chopper on the crutch (fool)
I hold a couple mil' you holdin' nuts (nut)
I'm on that Adderall the Chris Tucker rush (Add')
I need the Patek cause my drippin' like the flood (Patek)
Got a stash for the fire under the clutch (pow)
Niggas mad that I'm rich they got a grudge (rich)
Cool Maserati on my pinky (cool)
They think I'm 'luminati, I'm a deacon (oou)
Smokin' on Biscotti got it reekin' (Biscotti)
Water on my neck to sink Lincoln (water)
Feed the bitch meat, cap, vegan (cap)
I ain't throwin' salt I'm throwin' seasonin' (drip)
I'ma fuck a thot without greetin' it (thot)
Bye bye it was nice to meet the bitch (bye bye)

I done made the Forbes list last year (hey)

Made a mil' off my dog like Shaggy (million)
Blew up fast out the trenches (phew)
Call me 21 Savage (savage)
Diamonds hittin' hard move back they'll jab you (phew)
Trappin' overseas got too big for the Saks Fifth (big)
Green Lamborghini on the way it's the fast one (skkrt)
Got the bitch from Offset, Takeoff then I passed her (hey)
I believe in Jesus fear of God on my jacket (Amen)
Catch them down bad we gon' smash, we gon' jab 'em (brrt)
He give me the cash then I'm goin' out the back door (racks)
Word is I'm the one that's still trappin' out the bando (bando)
Flew this bitch in from LA for a day then I nut on her face, now she gone by the
way (bow)
Ain't got too much to say don't do pillow talkin' (no!)
Got some killers with me, they came from Milwaukee (brrt)
And my neck on the flood like I'm from New Orleans (hurricane)
Drop the dope in the pot hope it take to water (dope)
Prayin', hopin' Jose make it from the border (hope)
I'm your son-in-law, ma, I done fucked your daughter (smash)
I'm the head of my army got my troops in order (hoo)
Got a million put up if I need a lawyer (mil')
Louis man-bag and it hold a quarter (quarter)
Nigga get the fuck back ain't got nothin' for you (Baby)

DJ Durel!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey!




way (bow)
DJ Durel!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey!




way (bow)

DJ Durel!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey!




way (bow)

I'ma keep on going-oing-oing-oing-oing
Yeah
They say talk is cheap, I let my diamonds talk

2018, it came with auto-park
Sixty-seven thousand on an Audemar
Never leave my niggas, I love all of y'all
Takin' all these drugs like I'm a rockstar
Hi-Tech and that Act, I don't drink Wockhardt
I didn't have a car, I used to walk far
Now I'm standing on the stage like I'm a rockstar
Whole milly in my safe, could've went and bought a Wraith

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

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

Never leave my niggas , I love all of y'all
Standing on the stage like I'm a rockstar

Bitch never forget that I'm a trap star
I'm a trap star
I'm a trap star
I'm a trap starCook that shit up Quay
I'ma keep going
Yeah


Swear I'm on my way

Rockstar status me


I'm a trap star
I'm a trap star
I'm a trap star


I'm a trap star
I'm a trap star
I'ma keep going
Yeah


Swear I'm on my way

Rockstar status me


I'm a trap star
I'm a trap star
I'ma keep going
Yeah


Swear I'm on my way

Rockstar status me


I'm a trap star
I'm a trap star
Yeah Lil Baby
You a real street nigga
You really can't trust these niggas man
Yeah I got 4 Pockets Full too, nigga
These niggas ain't real, I don't trust them

All these plugs ain't one hundred, I don't trust them
I got love for my bitch but I don't trust them
All these lawyers play games, I don't trust them
Don't ever put your trust in a fake nigga
Don't ever put your trust in a fake bitch
So it ain't 'bout that money, it's irrelevant
4 Pockets Full, me and Lil Baby filthy rich
Me and Black Amigo Scooter on the backstreets servin'

I ain't never had a job but I'm always working
I just sold a thousand pounds, man my week went perfect
I can't trust you pussy niggas 'cause I know y'all lurking
My lawyers sold me out so I can't trust them
My nigga Long kept it solid, gotta trust him
Paper, paper, paper, that's the only option
That money on me nigga, ask your bitch I got it
Hundred thousand all hundreds stuffed in all my pockets
I ain't got no fuckin' license, I don't plan on stopping
Got the gang in this bitch, who the fuck gon' stop me?
I'm the topic of discussion, all these bitches talkin'

Me and Lil Baby cocaine crazy

Jugg king, an 80's baby
4 Pockets Full with dead presidents, that's on the daily
We don't trust these lawyers, they tried to play me
I don't trust these plugs, they snitchin' daily
A nigga text my phone 'bout some bricks, boy you talkin' crazy
Young Scooter, I'm a trap scholar, just like Teezy Dollar
You a broke boy with no hustle, waitin' on your partner
I'm the boss man of my hood but I ain't the only boss
Real street nigga, I always watch out for the triple cross
You got caught with ten bricks and you snitched then that's a double loss
We remixed the weed and sent it back like we couldn't get it off
You shouldn't trust your jeweler nigga, take that fake ass jewelry off
A hundred mil in five years nigga, watch how I pull it off
Scooter!

Yeah
Yeah Lil Baby




Scooter!

Yeah
Yeah Lil Baby




Scooter!

Yeah
Yeah Lil Baby




Scooter!

The word is law, take care of my dogs, from my heart
One for all, we gotta walk, we gon' march
Ready for war, with my dog, we gon' sparks
Started a tour, so I park my foreigns in the garage
Less is more, I pick and choose, keep playin' it smart
Spend the dough, my coupe's a sport, I lift up the doors
For these boys, the only thing I fear is God
The only thing I fear is God

You weren't there when I was locked down in a pod
Went blind, only thing I see is dollar signs
Show me loyalty, I let you ride
Still sip codeine 'cause I just gotta get high
I'm sayin' my G 'cause we done had hard times
Shoot to Belize, I needed a peace of mind
Brand new numbers, I had to cut off my line
We through it all, I can tell you ain't none of my kind
My clothes ain't wrinkled, but I got to stay with that iron
That bitch is a cheater, we fuckin', she tellin' you lies
Drop heat on these niggas, admit that shit hard to decide
I want it all, the underdog, I go hard

One for all, me and my dogs stay on 'cause

Got a 4x4, it feel so tall, can't fit in the garage
A I'm rich bitch, I'm like where this Nikki Minaj
Money comin' in like I play ball, but I don't play ball
And it's super charged, I'm a real dope boy
In designer from my head to my toe, I drip hard
I can't pull up in the hood no more, that's what I grind for
Feds tryin' to listen in on me, think I'm a drug lord
Had to make it to the finish line without no head start
Man I really came from nothin', all I know is to go hard
Me and Gunna, double R, niggas sending slick shots
On the tour bus with them killers, stay on Twitter, bitch boy

















Can't get to me
They can't get to me
They can't get to me because I'm up right now

They can't get to me because I'm up
Flyer than a motherfuckin' pilot
We been on the jets, we fly private
I just touched down in LA today, in New York tomorrow
Then I gotta go to Texas, I'll be back tomorrow
Ever since I was a youngin' I been chasin' every dollar
Count up them blue hundreds, we ain't got no money problems
I'm tryna stack up and get it

I went from rags to riches
I blow the bag in Lenox
I heard your Jag was rented
I know you mad, admit it
Jump in that Lam and hit it
When I put that shit on I be drippin'
Bend that shit over, let me hit from the back
She got some good head, I'ma send her to Saks
Bitch I'm a dog and I'm killin' the cat
And I'm a slime, bitch you better free Yak
You niggas don't talk, boy you better relax
I make a call, get you beat with a bat
Get your shit popped like the top of a gnat
I got the cheese and you niggas is rats

And I left the hood broke, came back in a Murciélago

I might fuck on your daughter, I used to ride on MARTA
Bitch know I'm a player, I coach the team like Coach Carter
She tried to take me to Maury, no bitch I'm not the father
All of these bitches they know that we get it
Takin' them private flights city to city
The shit that they doin', we already did it
Never been losin', we already winning
Coupe fully loaded, it's already tinted
I'm not a rapper, bitch I am a dealer
They can't get to me 'cause I'm in the middle

We ain't got no money problems, we ain't got no money problems

I told 'em put me in the game coach, I'm a starter
And if she actin' like she need me I'ma starve her
Remember days ridin' on MARTA
But now we flyin' private jets to different cities
And I keep a bad bitch with me
Two chains everywhere like Tity, I done growed up
Bad bitches askin' where the weed, it's time to roll up

I been tourin'
Can't get to me






I been tourin'
Can't get to me







I been tourin'
Can't get to me






Gotta know my vision clear
I ain't waiting on niggas, they would've left me in the rear
Only God know what's up with me, the only one I fear
I made a dub last year and blew that money on some gear, forreal
You know we cut different grew up runnin' round the ville
In love with that money, the money give me a thrill
In love with your honey, she cummin' for me forreal
Told her keep her mouth closed cause that's that shit that get you killed
Can't fall nigga, I'm a dawg nigga
Everytime I get that chance you know I'ma ball nigga
And if I can't get my dawg up then I'ma fall with 'em
Know it wouldn't even feel right if Ion't ball with 'em
Why these niggas keep on bendin' and foldin'?
Everytime a nigga winnin' they holdin'
They don't wanna see me up, they just wanna see me stuck
I got a nerve for the money I be runnin' that shit up
All I ever did was showed love
Guess that shit there just wasn't enough
Funny how these niggas switchin' up
I thought you was suppose to be my fam, damn
No and I wasn't surprised but it's straight now I just see you can't be one of them
guys
All I see is dollar signs when I close my eyes
Every nigga claim they real but they just livin' a lie
They don't wanna see me win, they wanna see me bend

They don't want me in that Benz they want me walkin'
Gave them niggas my all when I ain't have too
I swear I gotta take off nigga I'm past due
Lately I been really feelin' like I really deserve this
All the shit we been through I just hope it was worth it
4'd up sticks we don't come out at play time
Only time I get to see my son is on FaceTime
I been goin' through some shit lately
Wonderin' why these pussy niggas hate me
I'm the same nigga from the block that tried to save 'em
We been runnin' since a jit man I damn near raised 'em
Thinkin' should we go and get them sticks and erase 'em
Watch my manz froze in the gym like some paper
I'm just tryna chase my dreams, get my weight up
When we was broke we couldn't sleep we just stayed up
Runnin' from them laws on a daily basis
I just pray to God when I wake up Ion't catch no cases
We got dirty K's on the block
They don't want a nigga to pop
They ain't never gon' stop
I'ma keep gettin' this paper
Ain't gon' wait upp
I love her but I want save her
Gotta let 'em know I'm here
guys

Ain't gon' wait upp
guys

Ain't gon' wait upp
guys

Ain't gon' wait upp
Tell me how you gon' sleep
When you out there stuck in these streets
Tell me what you gon' do
When them niggas tell you
That your man got killed up the street
Tell me how you gon' live
When your brother got bit
And you gotta help take care of the kids
Tell me how you gon' eat
When you out there in these streets

When that pressure on
I got dogs down the road that ain't comin' home
Try to give them niggas life so I just buy 'em phones
Man they gave my niggas life, yeah they did 'em wrong
Lately I been goin' real crazy, they can't stop this
Yesterday they locked up twenty niggas in my 'partments
Sometimes I just feel like I need Jesus, I see darkness
Seen my dog's brains layin' on them streets, that shit scarred me
I know what I'm gon' do
Ain't gon' fold, ain't gon' tell when that pressure come
Ain't gon' never leave my dog if he write or wrong
I'ma stand up like a man, that's just what I was taught

Tell me how you gon'
I pray we never fall

So I'ma ball for my dogs
The ones locked behind the walls
In the grave or in the cell
Lord knows they need my help and I'm there
I'm tryna run up a couple millions and get my niggas out the system
God knows I really miss 'em, god knows I really miss 'em
Been a while since I seen you, Glock 40 with the beamer
Had to bust a couple niggas for my niggas
I never ever screwed up my niggas
We all gon' ride or die for my niggas
I know once that pressure on
You never break or never fold
That's that shit that gets you rolled
You never go against the code for nobody
And if you stand tall you rock solid













Yeah, yeah
You know how I'm coming
Bend her over, then I murk her

Call Gunna if you want you a Birkin
"Oh, Baby, you be lyin' in your verses
I be hearin', say you buyin' 'em purses"
I can't even lie, you ain't my type
You ain't even all that fine in person
I can guarantee you if you my kind
She got every bag you can imagine
Big house, I can really be braggin'
Hundred thousand in my mouth like, "What's happenin'?"
Not the big cheap teeth, that's embarrasin'
He ain't me, you can keep the comparisons
My bitch probably one of the baddest
Good girl, turned her into a savage
Dispatch, got a problem in traffic
We came through in matching G-Wagens
Low-key, I've been keeping it classy
Could be really out here doin' 'em nasty
Niggas couldn't even see me in last year
Just started and them niggas in last gear
I ain't even try to and I passed 'em
Giving looks, I contribute to fashion
Drop a song, I be giving them captions
Stand alone, not your regular rapper
Brand new car is noisy, come through and it's roarin' (Skrrt)
You ain't gotta worry, don't care about your boyfriend
See me and get nervous, I damn near did it perfect
Work hard and determine, it's safe to say I earned it, woah
Yeah, none of you guys get fly as me, woah
Matter of fact, none of you guys get high as me, woah
Post my drip up daily just so they can see, woah
Turn me up some more so my haters can hear it, woah (Yeah)
I put the dope in the back of the car and I tell 'em to go
She hit when she land, she bring me the bands, she back on the road
She know how I get when I get in that mode
Ain't fuckin' with bitches, ain't buying no clothes
Wanna do shows and make me some songs
Make sure that other shit come in, get sold
We fuck with the strippers 'cause we play with poles
We play with our money and not with our nose
I used to go to the West to get loads
I just came back from the West with a trophy
I'm on some more shit
She said she miss it and sendin' emojis
No time to kick it, I'm always in motion
Can't say I miss you, I don't got emotions
I'm on that back when I slept on the floor shit
I'm on that me and the bro kick a door shit
I'm on that back when I stood at the stove shit
Ain't goin' broke, I'm just back on my old shit
I'm takin' drugs, I don't know how to cope it
I know one thing, I'm never gon' be hopeless
If you tell 'em what was said, you a rodent
Drive the new Corvette like it's stolen, yeah
Turn me up some more so my haters can hear it
Turn me up some more so my haters can hear it, woahNew car very noisy
Come through and it's roarin'
Yeah, yeah

Turn me up some more so my haters can hear it, woahnear did it perfect
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Word on the street, they got a little bitty hit out
Really 'round Atlanta, I can make a nigga get out
If anything, I got mo' respect for your bitch
Nigga, you a bitch, we don't shoot and miss
Glock 19, 9-4 and it spit out
Double R underneath the door when I get out
Touchin' on my fans, had to tell the bro to chill out
I done fucked your whole gang, down the road and you still out
Undercover rat, pussy nigga, you a sellout
Every show I get, either packed, or it sell out
I've been ballin' hard, you on the bench, you gotta sit out
Know a nigga mad, he can't even put a hit out
Middle of the winter, drop-top with a mink on
Bad little thot, yeah, she say that's hertheme-song
I done made a whole million dollars off a flip-phone
No Soulja Boy, that bitch ain't even have a ring tone
Skinny Mike Amiri's like I skate

We just fuck around, we don't date
I went straight up to the mall, so they hate
And I got a lotta cars, they all on the dick
I was at the bottom, literally, I was boxed in

Then I took off, ain't have no other option
I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit
I was in Japan, buyin'jewelry up and blowin' Yen
Call overseas, tellin' youngin to spin again
I don't throw rocks and hide my hand
'Cause I'm a man
Mean cash in a book bag, I'm a big dog
Threw my shot at any nigga bitch
I think I'm Chris Paul
Sippin' all these meds, a nigga gotta be throwed off
I was gettin' head, fucked around and I dozed off
Rolls Royce truck, crank it and let the nose out
Everything I say, I went did it, boy I'm the chosen child


Safe deposit box is on fleek

And my bank account I don't touch it
I'ma get it out the street
Got your vibe all on my drip, she say you cheap
And she know I'm having money, buy her some titties and some teeth
Catchin' two flights every day, the only time we get some sleep
Kept it real and they be cappin', really, you can't compete
I spend it all on bullets, niggas don't wanna beef
Got a D-Boy swag, pull up SRT
Ainl playin' with nobody, nobody don't play with me
Got a driver for my car, he take me from A to Z
Got some homies on the yard, I probably1! never see
If the money was the issue, I promise they'll be free
They was sleeping on me bad
They fuck around woke up a beast
Switch it up, I went romantic
Took my shorty out to Greece
Every city that I go to, gotta link up with the street
I'm too humble for 'em
Guess that's why they thinkin' I was sweet


I was in Japan, buyin'jewelry up and blowin' Yen(We Global now)



'Cause I'm a man





I was in Japan, buyin'jewelry up and blowin' Yenrobably1! never see




'Cause I'm a man








'Cause I'm a man





Ridin' that horse like a foreign (Skrrt)
VS1 stone in my charms (Stone)
No weapon shall ever be formed (No)
Tattoos on my neck and my arms (Arms)
Got garments that's never been worn (Nope)
Got the diamonds the same color orange (Orange)
YSL the gang, come and join us (YSL)
Stay down and the world gon' be yours (Stay down)
My foot on they neck, her pussy stay wet

Put nut on her breasts, Gunna triple X
Cough syrup back-to-back, I hardly get rest
I fucked her like Thugger, just want me some sex
I'm never sober, too much of this red
Designer my cover, I drip in the bed
Bring me a bundle, I need rubber bands (Need rubber bands)
I done blew cheese and I don't want the ranch
I'm a rockstar, I play with these bands
Come watch me blow through these racks like a fan (Racks like a fan)
I just went got out, I'm back at it again
The two-door couple new, I'm still waitin' on a tint (Yeah)
Rackades, I had to invest in a bag (Uh)
Live the good life, all my bitches is bad (My bitch bad)
Take the price up, watch how niggas get mad (Uh)
Biscotti Backwoods, stopped smokin' the grass

These not G-STAR, coupe got On-Star (Uh)

Syrup make me slop, I sip that raw (Uh)
Life of a slime, I love somethin' sharp (Slime)
Your girlfriend a dime, I might fuck her raw (Uh)
I lost my patience, I took that boy off
They think I'm racist, my white gon' be Off
Your diamonds fugazi, don't none of it cost
Whip that double R crazy, won't do me like Ross (No)
Cherish my freedom, don't live by the law
If my brothers get rich it's gon' be all my fault (Be all my fault)
Can speak for itself, so I barely can talk (Barely can talk)
My shirt match the belt and the belt match my drawers
I left 'em a trace, I drip when I walk
Busy as fuck, I can't answer my calls (Answer my calls)
We livin' up, no more shoppin' in Ross (Nah)
Me and Wheezy way 'bout to fuck up the mall

Wheezy outta here

Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta hereWheezy outta here





Wheezy outta here

Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here as fuck, I can't answer my calls (Answer my calls)
Wheezy outta here

Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here





Wheezy outta here

Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here





Wheezy outta here

Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy out of here
The dash, it's digital, the schedule busy

My head in a hoodie, my shorty a goodie
My cousins are crazy, my cousins like Boogie
Life is amazin', it is what it should be
Been here for ten but I feel like a rookie
I tell her, "look up" 'cause it's snowin' in Tootsie's
Booked for three years, man you can't even book me
It's me and Lil Baby, this shit goin' crazy
Wheezy produced it and Weezy F. made me
And she held it down, so she got a Mercedes
Young Money Records, the Army, the Navy
They ran me ten thousand, I threw it like Brady
The foreign is yellow like Tracee and K.D
I trusted my niggas, they never betrayed me
Met all these niggas, they sweeter than Sadie
When I started out, I just took what they gave me
Did all the favors, they never repaid me
It worked in my favor, 'cause nobody saved me
Brand new whip got no keys

Tailor my clothes, no starch please
Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
Got M's in the bank, like yes indeed
Cartier glasses, I won't even peek at you

Yellow Ferrari like Pikachu
I got 'em waitin' and watchin' what he gon' do
Tryna peep what I do, tryna steal my moves
25 hundred for a new pair of tennis shoes
The same price, I could make them youngins come and finish you
Lawyer been chargin', he a Jewish like he voodoo
Real dope boy, hundred thousand in Evisu
Presidential tints slide by, we don't see you
I been gettin' money, I ain't worried 'bout what he do
I'm gettin' money like I'm from the '80s
Me and Drake 'bout to drop man, this shit gon' go crazy
They know I'm the truth, comin' straight from the basement
I'm straight as the street, man I come from the pavement
A million, all hundreds, it make em 'go crazy
Wah-wah-wah, bitch, I'm the Baby

Me and my dawg goin' all the way
When you livin' like this, they supposed to hate
Yeah
Wheezy out of here




Yeah
Wheezy out of here




Yeah
Wheezy out of here




Wheezy out of here

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Hunnit round, hunnit thou', hunnit hoes

Beam on his face, he got a runny nose

I'm a mama's boy

Hunnit round, hunnit thou', hunnit hoes

I'm in this bitch with Lil' Yachty (Yachty)

Hunnit round, hunnit thou', hunnit hoes

Hunnit round, hunnit thou', hunnit hoes

I'm a mama's boy

Hunnit round, hunnit thou', hunnit hoes

I'm in this bitch with Lil' Yachty (Yachty)

Hunnit round, hunnit thou', hunnit hoes

Hunnit round, hunnit thou', hunnit hoes

I'm a mama's boy

Hunnit round, hunnit thou', hunnit hoes

I'm in this bitch with Lil' Yachty (Yachty)

Hunnit round, hunnit thou', hunnit hoes

Hunnit round, hunnit thou', hunnit hoes

I'm a mama's boy

Hunnit round, hunnit thou', hunnit hoes

I'm in this bitch with Lil' Yachty (Yachty)

Hunnit round, hunnit thou', hunnit hoes

Get a lot of money, fuck a lot of bitches, serve a lot of niggas

Get a lot of money, fuck a lot of bitches, serve a lot of niggas

Push your lighter bun, get your wig split

Get a lot of money, fuck a lot of bitches, serve a lot of niggas

Get a lot of money, fuck a lot of bitches, serve a lot of niggas

Push your lighter bun, get your wig split

Get a lot of money, fuck a lot of bitches, serve a lot of niggas

Get a lot of money, fuck a lot of bitches, serve a lot of niggas

Push your lighter bun, get your wig split

Get a lot of money, fuck a lot of bitches, serve a lot of niggas

Get a lot of money, fuck a lot of bitches, serve a lot of niggas

Push your lighter bun, get your wig split

I cannot work me no nine to five

I cannot work me no nine to five, no

I cannot work me no nine to five

I cannot work me no nine to five

I cannot work me no nine to five, no

I cannot work me no nine to five

I cannot work me no nine to five

I cannot work me no nine to five, no

I cannot work me no nine to five

I cannot work me no nine to five

I cannot work me no nine to five, no

I cannot work me no nine to five

A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that's where I'm from

Rest in peace to Shawty Lo, yeah dey know

A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that's where I'm from

A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that's where I'm from

A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that's where I'm from

A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that's where I'm from

A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that's where I'm from

Rest in peace to Shawty Lo, yeah dey know

A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that's where I'm from

A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that's where I'm from

Rest in peace to Shawty Lo, yeah dey know

A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that's where I'm from

I can't be totin' no handguns (glock)

MoneyBagg, MoneyBagg (fuck with it)

I can't be totin' no handguns