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I was on the utter when I slowed down because its more to come Nigga was talking down, but calling me now, I cant pick up the phone Before I leave the house, I dont wanna do it, but I gotta grab my gun Before I leave the house, I dont wanna do it, but I gotta grab my gun Fourteen, been traumatized, thats the year I lost the one Turned into a Fairy OddParent, this blicky be my wand Point at you, you disappear Including my teeth, I got a quarter mill from ear to ear Im up in my Wraith, aint takin nothin less than six figures Cleaning up my circle, think Im down, Im down to six niggas She thought it was cooler on the other side, she switched pillows Trappin out road in the house, I been runnin with a lil Phillipe Aint nobody caught nobody, but they all killers Help you if you go down, Ima take the fall with you Spend some of your savings, you cant take it all with you But you can leave it to your kids, Ill never do another bih Im just tryna do it big Im keeping my composure, aint no nigga out here gon make me run I told you that I was in my bag, I let it be known Ima shoot my gun Death before dishonor, Im taking that, yeah, this young nigga goin The sun slowin the so I can shine but I went through the storm I got niggas in the hood active, and they gotta think bout what they on Im rappin, people think Im gone, Im workin, I barely sleep at home Cartier hittin on my arm, white and rose, I look two-tone Im maintainin my image, so every day I gotta put that drip on Flicking through my closet, my blicky See, in gang you cant be in the hood and broke, itll make you get on If they heard you got them bands, I guarantee they put no sticks on Shit crazy, they aint care, the ones you love be the ones that flip on you Somebody told me bout my life, so I walk with a extra clip on me They seen the more that I aint fucked up, they cant wait to hear I slipped Im a hot boy from the block, all I know is bust out and rip Im tryna motivate niggas out here with my songs, Im gettin tipsy I was on the utter when I slowed down because its more to come Nigga was talking down, but calling me now, I cant pick up the phone Before I leave the house, I dont wanna do it, but I gotta grab my gun Before I leave the house, I dont wanna do it, but I gotta grab my gun Fourteen, been traumatized, thats the year I lost the one Turned into a Fairy OddParent, this blicky be my wand Point at you, you disappear Including my teeth, I got a quarter mill from ear to ear

New car, new chain, new watch, new spot Nigga hating, new opp, new Glock, get shot Cold water, make it lock I went poor to make it out I stayed by the governor house I done found another route Like her, she dont run her mouth Plastic, but she still let me slut her out Money, Ive been running through it I cant wait to run into him We gon get on top of that On his head just like a hat I know niggas really rats Where you niggas really at? In the trenches giving back Doing donuts in the Cat Give my brodie them some racks In real life, Im really that, I dont cap Whenever I start the Aventador, it go in neutral, I bought a McLaren, its moving Them niggas aint bust shit they claim to be shooting My network aint public, I know what Im doing Came over perfect, I ruined her makeup I never bought her no Birkin or makeup I bought that shit cause Im rich, dawg All of yall on my dick, get off Whenever I start the Aventador, it go in neutral, I bought a McLaren, its moving Them niggas aint bust shit they claim to be shooting My network aint public, I know what Im doing Im really having, I dont show what Im doing Never again will I show who Im screwing I got a real bag, big tipper Im having real cash, thats the difference Nigga must think I really trust new friends, never tell em my plans, never show em my hand Fuck I look like putting a ho over my bands? Id turn in my self fore I turn in my mans Yeah, really been through hell and back, hit the road, doubled back to bless the fam Crazy shit, niggas got they hands out, but never lent a helping hand Always been the same nigga, really living, never had to flex for fans Ask my hood, the only flexing that I ever really did was stretching bands Street nigga, fuck the law, catching cases just so we can catch a bag In LA, code talk, told the plug that Im tryna catch a tan Bust my charm, gotta eat with my niggas Got too many snakes, niggas be in they feelings I dont like rats, gotta keep my distance Nigga cant be victim, so I keep my blicky Yeah, sold dope, sold crack Sold soap, sold rap Bought Bentleys, bought em back Put the 6 on the map Nigga, Im a c— yeah Whenever I start the Aventador, it go in neutral, I bought a McLaren, its moving Them niggas aint bust shit they claim to be shooting My network aint public, I know what Im doing Came over perfect, I ruined her makeup I never bought her no Birkin or makeup I bought that shit cause Im rich, dawg All of yall on my dick, get off Whenever I start the Aventador, it go in neutral, I bought a McLaren, its moving Them niggas aint bust shit they claim to be shooting My network aint public, I know what Im doing Im really having, I dont show what Im doing Never again will I show who Im screwing I got a real bag, big tipper Im having real cash, thats the difference

Pull up will all my niggas in a van I just go on tour with a couple bands All my niggas good when they land We dont need a reason We dont need a reason Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy In my zone, ayy, ayy, ayy, Ima mash that work Ima mash that work with zero pressure Coming from that dirt, now we big spenders And you aint with gang, you aint no member I sat back, watched that money turn you sour Its on you, go and get it Im on my grind, aint where the bed is Im just tryna make my bread with my real ones Not the niggas with the red eye Ive been balling but you know that we aint playing Today free my brudda we aint made it Go down on my knees, I start praying Then I got back on my feet, Im a different time, Im not that weak But I know I wont let you down I remember the days, got chased, touched base Them jakes try take me down Fuck sake, switched plates, still buss case But them man cant track me down Nobody got me then I bet they get me now You gon respect me now If I mash this work, you gon panic and skrrt Baddies gon squirt, put my hand up her skirt Rings on water but my hand is on dirt So I cover them with leather whenever I go work Yes, sir Im cracking out if niggas want a red eye Got more smoke then tryna make their head nod, said I Ima mash that work with zero pressure Coming from that dirt, now we big spenders And you aint with gang, you aint no member I sat back, watch that money turn you sour Its on you, go get it Im on my grind, aint where the bed is Im just tryna make my bread with my real ones Not the niggas with the red eye Balling on these niggas uncontrollably Had to tell my mama aint no controlling me Put diamonds in my teeth, just so the world can see If I ever get the chance, I give you everything Double C, valenteen, I aint mean Look at the groove, listen to what Im telling you All I make is money moves Pray you dont get it confused I done fell in love with Lean and jewels Fell in love with bands and shoes See everything brand spanking new Sipping on this Lean, Im getting back faded Upgrade to a Bentley from a Mercedes Everything Im riding in the latest I been balling, had to go find me an agent Ima mash that work with zero pressure Coming from that dirt, now we big spenders And you aint with gang, you aint no member I sat back, watch that money turn you sour Its on you, go get it Im on my grind, aint where the bed is Im just tryna make my bread with my real ones Not the niggas with the red eye Im on the 840 riding McLaren They try to flex on me you aint a challenge Straight out from London and we do it massive Gorillas in the back streets, so so active Fire up that booth, they call me Traporator And I got a blondie, call her Cinderella Ima double back like I was never missing And my downfall I know that these niggas wishing And I got some drip today, oh, oh Better know my come up different, oh, oh You having the same old vision, oh, oh You cant stop me, you aint done revision Ima mash that work with zero pressure Coming from that dirt, now we big spenders And you aint with gang, you aint no member I sat back, watch that money turn you sour Its on you, go get it Im on my grind, aint where the bed is Im just tryna make my bread with my real ones Not the niggas with the red eye

You know its Lil Voe on the beat I was so far on the bottom Nigga couldnt even see the top Now Im so motherfuckin up Im afraid to fuckin drop Woo , woo , Im afraid to fuckin stop Woo , woo , woo, yeah Money all in these Balmains I got all of these racks on me I can afford to blow a bag I got all of these racks on me I can run it up and fuck it up I got all of these racks on me I just cheated on my main bitch But my side comin back to me Im ballin on these broke niggas Check the highlights on SportsCenter Im Michael Jordan on the court, nigga Scottie Pippen, thats my lil nigga Shoot the three like Reggie Miller Sellin cookies by the pound, nigga Smoke the gas by the ounce, nigga Roll it up and burn it down, nigga Im gettin head in a private flight I might just fly to Dubai tonight I might fly to Tokyo tomorrow Just to drift in a foreign car Im on them bars and Im dozin off I had to wake up and count it up When the money call, pick it up If it aint bout money, bitch Im hangin up Broke niggas get the dial tone Thot hoes get wild on Got a quarter million worth of jewelry on me Lookin like I got headlights on me Im in that Demon, no Hellcat And I done made it through hell and back Now a young nigga got hella racks And I fuck on your bitch for the hell of it Money all in these Balmains I got all of these racks on me I can afford to blow a bag I got all of these racks on me I can run it up and fuck it up I got all of these racks on me I just cheated on my main bitch But my side comin back to me Givinchy, Givenchy, whatever you call it Drip down to my sizzocks Somebody left on the faucet We gon shop, we dont drip out the closet No withdrawals, only makin deposits Ima run to the money like Forrest Hit the lot, Ima buy me a foreign I done got big on em, feelin important Pockets fat like Rasputia from Norbit I took flight to the top, now Im soarin I might buy me a car when Im bored Ima buy everything I couldnt afford Im ballin on niggas who keepin the score I dont give a damn about gettin rewards Ima make sure that I put up the point They didnt believe when I said Im the one Put up a twenty a month for my son Fight like a man, we gon shoot, we dont run I let the bros hit the road with a gun , yeah Whole lotta racks on me She mad cause she cant get a piece All a nigga wear Amiri jeans And a nigga livin out his dreams Money all in these Balmains I got all of these racks on me I can afford to blow a bag I got all of these racks on me I can run it up and fuck it up I got all of these racks on me I just cheated on my main bitch But my side comin back to me I got a fetish for horses Polos and Ferraris And I just copped an Aston Martin Push button, I can start it I aint even gotta park it Swear Im goin dumb, retarded Swear Im goin HAM in the trap Serve a nigga brick with the strap Finesse his ass, no cap Water diamonds, no tap They know that Im paid They know that Im good They know that Im straight Im cookin an eight, uh Im boomin a spot and Im workin the base The racks in the safe The steak on my plate, Im on my way Money all in these Balmains I got all of these racks on me I can afford to blow a bag I got all of these racks on me I can run it up and fuck it up I got all of these racks on me I just cheated on my main bitch But my side comin back to me

Cook that shit up, Quay Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, alright alright All I needed was a chance, all I needed was a chance Show the world who I am All I needed was a chance, all I needed was a chance Watch me run me up them bands All I needed was a chance, all I needed was a chance Get this ball on the roll All I needed was a chance, all I needed was a chance Watch me run me up them bands, all I needed was a chance I know need me, yeah 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 Im solid to the core J-Pay and Green Dots, when they call I dont ignore Hard work, now I got what I deserve When they counted me out, I did not hate 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, all I needed was a chance Show the world who I am All I needed was a chance, all I needed was a chance Watch me run me up them bands All I needed was a chance, all I needed was a chance Get this ball on the roll All I needed was a chance, all I needed was a chance Watch me run me up them bands, all I needed was a chance All I needed was a chance, thank god Im the man Ill 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 Im the man Hey, check that last bag I think the shit was over a whole couple bands All I needed was a chance, all I needed was a chance Show the world who I am All I needed was a chance, all I needed was a chance Watch me run me up them bands All I needed was a chance, all I needed was a chance Get this ball on the roll All I needed was a chance, all I needed was a chance Watch me run me up them bands, all I needed was a chance

I get, I get money all the time Patek and a Cuban, put it on, its water time I got foreign bitches tryna stroke on the line One says she gon’ suck me loose, the other onell end up spyin Goddamn, she fine Read between the lines of what I’m tellin you Ive been tryna... run up on all these revenue Had to see my dawgs face on the news Aint been home, but a cool two And still ran up my mills Still got a deal, yeah Still keep them hunnas in a fuckin vacuum seal, yeah Its so crazy how these niggas want my spot It’s so crazy that that bitch actin’ like a thot She wanna drain me and take everything I got Know it hurt they stomach when they see me at the lot But I aint worryin’ about them niggas Im just comin for the top, yeah They on my jock, and they watch it and they copy it All the time A-a-all the time All the time

Maybach parked outside Take up two parking spots Barely old enough to drive I been gettin way too high Livin large, livin large, livin large, livin large Everybody livin large Livin large, livin large, livin large, livin large Everybody livin large Started from the bottom, now the condo so big I dont 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, aint gon never fold Ima stand up like a man, thats what I was told Hoppin off a plane fresh as fuck, screamin free Steve We done had a damn good year, you wouldnt believe I done counted a whole million cash with my bare hands Dashboard say two twenty-five, Im bout to do it Percocet and molly on my ass, Im bout to lose it We been countin cash for three hours, gettin to it I dont care if they never found the body, I dont watch the news So much money on the floor like we just left a move Shootouts in broad day with the cops Nigga it aint 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 dont stop at stop signs, Ima 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 dont crash, Im just tryna stay focused

Cook that shit up, Quay Take off, take off Stay down, get that money, take off Got three hundred bands in a Goyard All my niggas know its go hard If I send the word they gon come and take your face off I aint never gon stop Guarantee Im gon pop Drop an album, I wont flop Standing on the stage, Im a star This shit wasnt easy, I had to work hard Goin to school in a hotbox They killed my nigga Juan, damn near broke my heart Im goin number one when I hit the charts Riding round with a lot of money so I keep my Glock I blew up super fast, guess thats why they mad Touch my chain, murder scene, body bag I do this for all the shit I never had Gotta be her for my niece, aint got no father, Im her dad You remember we was skipping school Going on the move, fucked around and made the news Im so glad we didnt get caught Looking back on it, Im like damn I came far Stay down, get that money, take off Got three hundred bands in a Goyard All my niggas know its go hard If I send the word they gon come and take your face off I aint never gon stop Guarantee Im gon pop Drop an album, I wont flop Standing on the stage, Im a star This shit wasnt easy, I had to work hard Stayed down and came up, had to get my change up Only fuck with day ones, hell nah we cant change up Niggas aint clutching for real, niggas aint toting the steel Niggas aint working for real, all of my niggas want Ms They love when Im up in the booth They know that Im speaking the truth They feeling my pain, this shit is insane They know when Im telling the truth For the change Ill blow off your roof And your partner, he gettin it too Its a tag on his head, green light on his ass Hell yeah, go kill his whole crew I done came up in the city and these niggas wanna hate I cant fuck with niggas cause they really turned snake I aint got time for these hoes Im on the road doing shows around the globe Stay down, get that money, take off Got three hundred bands in a Goyard All my niggas know its go hard If I send the word they gon come and take your face off I aint never gon stop Guarantee Im gon pop Drop an album, I wont flop Standing on the stage, Im a star This shit wasnt easy, I had to work hard

Im on that Yo Gotti off the top of the head shit Shout out to the plug 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 aint never ever thought about runnin off on the plug, yeah Shout out to the plug, thats why Im up Shout out to my plug, for all these drugs Shout out to the plug, he keep bringing all these drugs I aint never thought about runnin off on the plug Shout out to the plug, he got me super straight Im super good, Im 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 Im 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 aint never running Heard them niggas coming for em, tell em niggas push up on me Show me, show me, show me love Shout out to my plug, he keep bringing all these drugs Shout out to my plug, for all these drugs I aint never ever thought about runnin off on the plug, yeah Shout out to the plug, thats why Im up Shout out to my plug, for all these drugs Shout out to the plug, he keep bringing all these drugs I aint never thought about runnin off on the plug I dont count it, I just get it, put it up, do it again All these bitches mad at me cause Im fuckin on they friends Hundred twenty-three thousand, I just went crazy again All white glass coupe, Im a fuckin loose screw Hangin out the sunroof in that SRT Jeep I cant wait til that track car come out, Im gon be first on the street Yeah, I got Ps for the low Twenty-five, five low Rest in peace to Shawty Lo Im 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 aint have to hit no licks, ten toes in the bricks Im gettin money, nigga Show me, show me, show me love Shout out to my plug, he keep bringing all these drugs Shout out to my plug, for all these drugs I aint never ever thought about runnin off on the plug, yeah Shout out to the plug, thats why Im up Shout out to my plug, for all these drugs Shout out to the plug, he keep bringing all these drugs I aint never thought about runnin off on the plug

OZ on the beat, yeah I got room, Im ridin in my fumes She fill my mind up with ideas Im the highest in the room Hope I make it outta here She saw my eyes, she know Im gone I see some things that you might fear Im doin a show, Ill be back soon That aint what she wanna hear Now I got her in my room Legs wrapped around my beard Got the fastest car, it zoom Hope we make it outta here When Im with you, I feel alive You say you love me, dont you lie Wont cross my heart, dont wanna die Keep the pistol on my side Case its fumes She fill my mind up with ideas Im the highest in the room Hope I make it outta here We aint stressin bout the loot My block made of quesería This not the molly, this the boot Aint no comin back from here Live the life of La Familia Its so much gang that I cant see ya Turn it up til they cant hear Runnin, runnin round for the thrill Yeah, dawg, dawg, round my real Raw, raw, I been pourin to the real Nah, nah, nah, they not back of the VIP Gorgeous, baby, keep me hard as steel Ah, this my life, I did not choose Uh, been on this since we was kids We gon stay on top and break the rules Uh, I fill my mind up with ideas Case its fumes She fill my mind up with ideas Im the highest in the room Hope I make it outta here Baby, I just left from Vegas Did em dirty on the table Went and bought a new Bentayga I paid cash, dont see no paper Buy a park and tint it later All my cars inside tomato From Atlanta, not Decatur Im the one they say dont play with Make them boys get on your tater High-five LeBron, floor seat the Lakers Get more paper, get more haters Standin still, my diamonds skatin Fucked her once, she think we datin I can spend it, I been savin Ima spin ya, try to play me I been trappin up the millions, used to trap it off a RAZR Back when I was sellin two-for-five plays, called in my RAZR Niggas never had to give it to me, I want it, Ima take it Guaranteed to tell a ho goodbye if she dont try to get naked Im like room Mmh, gotta get up out my room Got some more bad vibes comin through Mmh, she gon bust a move Make it do, what it do Im the highest in the room, oh They took one and I took two, oh

I just now did that Rolling Loud I felt like DMX at Woodstock Got these lil young nigga mad I be piping his mama call me Mr. Woodcock Walk down you block smoking cookies Police pulled up on me they said thats a jay walk Really in the streets, really with the beef You niggas best stay on the sidewalk Young nigga turning his life around I really got this shit right outta mud 2019 I was wetting up block with that drake I was making it flood 3oh cant beef with no nigga that act like a bitch matter fact he a stud I got this shit right outta dirt and my diamonds they water got it out the mud The niggas that really know me, know I been through some shit so they proud of me Richest nigga in the trenches all the hitters with me surrounding me Shawty you not even my bitch dont care what you do, why you lie to me Gotta new bitch in the Bronx she be talking that shit like she Cardi B I see a opp Ima purge then fly out to Hollywood kick it with Serge I gotta block my lil bitch every once in a while when she get on my nerves Bro in the back with that work like its volleyball that mean he making a serve All of my niggas got sticks and we dressed up in camo we army reserves I really came a long way like Im Peewee got green on me 3oh Luigi And these new niggas they hot like volcanos I wet they ass up boy my diamonds like figi I just now did that Rolling Loud I felt like DMX at Woodstock Got these lil young nigga mad I be piping his mama call me Mr. Woodcock Walk down you block smoking cookies Police pulled up on me they said thats a jay walk Really in the streets, really with the beef You niggas best stay on the sidewalk Young nigga turning his life around I really got this shit right outta mud 2019 I was wetting up block with that drake I was making it flood 3oh cant beef with no nigga that act like a bitch matter fact he a stud I got this shit right outta dirt and my diamonds they water got it out the mud I just spent four million dollars on taxes The package that drop Ima get back im taxing This shit too big to go inside a mattress And matter of fact I cant sleep where no rats at Paranoid when I park I gotta back in Iont sale no narcs no more i get the back end Niggas be bitches for real on the low Need to sign up for roles need to get into acting He say he sipping that activist we call that whatchamacallit If it aint red I aint bought it, all of my diamond be flawless I got receipts for my teeth boy Im ballin Run up on me like its sweet boy I doubt it She thick as fuck and she told me she bout it Think Ima leave out of here and go Gunna I fuck up my drip on this bitch might start drowning Before I leave put some racks on the counter Get what I got thats on you I dont count it Im tryna build this shit big as a mountain I ran that shit up had to switch up accountants I just now did that Rolling Loud I felt like DMX at Woodstock Got these lil young nigga mad I be piping his mama call me Mr. Woodcock Walk down you block smoking cookies Police pulled up on me they said thats a jay walk Really in the streets, really with the beef You niggas best stay on the sidewalk Young nigga turning his life around I really got this shit right outta mud 2019 I was wetting up block with that drake I was making it flood 3oh cant beef with no nigga that act like a bitch matter fact he a stud I got this shit right outta dirt and my diamonds they water got it out the mud

Hes heating up G-G-G-Good work, Charlie Im ridin naan-nigga wave, know she do that I was on the grind, where was you at? Foreign cost two-fifty, dash two-hundred, they go too fast I was in the prison pullin hundreds in the shoe pack Now I walk in Lenox, spend some hundreds on the shoe rack I was on the grind, where was you at? I was on the grind, where was you at? I was on the grind, where was you at? Oh, your partna, he got shot up, where was you at? Still lettin that boy thug and hit the club like he aint do that I hit the strip club and spent a dub, but you knew that Shit, on a fuck nigga , I do that, Off-White sneaks cost two racks Herbo where the fuck was you at? Definitely wasnt wearin no blue black Fa sho I was right where the metal at Had the black .45 my yellow ass Definitely wasnt wavin no white flag Prolly shot left-hand on my right side And the opps seen me with my mask on High speeds me bruh took the Jag home Them last long Probably hit your ho with my du-rag on Got her singin to me, she like Teena Marie Off a thirty, I been beatin it for mad long Switch it over, get the head, Ima crash out Bustin all over her face, took a lash off Been gettin that money all day, she like, Where was you at? I been waitin my ass off Swerve Im ridin naan-nigga wave, know she do that I was on the grind, where was you at? Foreign cars two-fifty, dash two-hundred, they go too fast I was in the prison pullin hundreds in the shoe pack Now I walk in Lenox, spend some hundreds on the shoe rack I was on the grind, where was you at? I was on the grind, where was you at? I was on the grind, where was you at? Go and get that money, no stop Keep on stackin it and put it up, I aint got no charge Ima stand on side the stage like a fuckin rockstar I walk around with these bands but aint got no guitar I know as long as I pray, I know Ima go far Had to go against the odds, stand tall, and take charge Most of the niggas flawed, they aint hard, thats on God Most of the niggas flawed, they aint hard, thats on God, yeah Im ridin naan-nigga wave, know she do that I was on the grind, where was you at? Foreign cars two-fifty, dash two-hundred, they go too fast I was in the prison pullin hundreds in the shoe pack Now I walk in Lenox, spend some hundreds on the shoe rack I was on the grind, where was you at? I was on the grind, where was you at? I was on the grind, where was you at? Ridin a nigga wave, know she do that

Came up with a hustle when we all made a killin Came from out the struggle, we can all spend a million Chrome Heart for the children, talk to God dressed in linen Got my dawg in the system, pay it all to appealing All for the healin, codeine raw when you sippin I lost all of my feelings, drive a car with no ceiling Pretty broads with me chillin, smashin hard like a engine Got a 9, thats a semi for you boys you act silly Straight up out the struggle Yall gon cop a brick and Ima make it worth double She just let me hit and now she fuckin on my brother Your bitch, shе with the shit and now she tellin you shе love you and she put no one above you I been goin hard off of that pack since I was little Big up on a perc, we pop them bitches like they Skittles I was born off in that jungle raised by gorillas And some killers that dont give a fuck about none you niggas Free , told my dawg Ima bring him home, thats my word Yeah, bitch Im pitchin bricks up off that curb Yeah, you can get your issue on that curb Way before Corona, we was curb servin I took a risk to get that paper, it was worth it I took a hunnid, caught two bricks and started workin You caught me cheatin, I broke your heart and you aint deserve it Now is it worth it? Came up with a hustle when we all made a killin Came from out the struggle, we can all spend a million Chrome Heart for the children, talk to God dressed in linen Got my dawg in the system, pay it all to appealing All for the healin, codeine raw when you sippin I lost all of my feelings, drive a car with no ceiling Pretty broads with me chillin, smashin hard like a engine Got a 9, thats a semi for you boys you act silly We can hit the town in matchin Raris Money aint a thing, I just be smart with it Really dont blow mine, I might buy small shit I still got options My slogan round the world Four Pockets Even though I hate the opps, I aint gon bad talk em Or try to knock unless I knock em off Gucci socks showin like I golf I cant ever take my hand off her body, she so soft Im the type of real one wholl never mention what I bought Chrome Heart long-sleeve my ass got three cross Got the Cullinan waxed, it feel better when it gloss Came up with a hustle, had to make myself a boss Only heard me say it once and they already wanna know Im tryna get over anxiety I know for sure my slimes proud of me She say she love me, but she lied to me She caught me cheatin and then cried to me Its like my heart is not inside of me I took it out and put it out of reach I gave you everything to help you breathe We did this shit and stay ahead and keep stackin with ease I pray to God that I dont ever need I let my diamonds cry no tears, Ill probably never grieve One day its gon be everything it seem Put that on all that dead ones on the team I keep it gangsta from the start, check out my ice, now I got hella cream Came up with a hustle when we all made a killin Came from out the struggle, we can all spend a million Chrome Heart for the children, talk to God dressed in linen Got my dawg in the system, pay it all to appealing All for the healin, codeine raw when you sippin I lost all of my feelings, drive a car with no ceiling Pretty broads with me chillin, smashin hard like a engine Got a 9, thats a semi for you boys you act silly Raised independent Now I rock a show and make em race like the engine Niggas cappin like this was a wave they invented Keep it real, Young Gunna havin way too man millions to not put us in position She made a decision, let me fuck with no permission Our relationship too risky, I dont trust none of you bitches You can never sell stingy, bought you diamonds and they twinkle Tryna give back to my city, they would doubt when you still little You wouldnt even believe that I get paid for the Ritalin You wouldnt even believe that I got paid sellin Skittles Get sprayed, Ima spitter, Ima take it and steal her Still dont play with the dealer, no, Im way too realer

You spend a weekend with me, I spend a lifetime on you You Puerto Rican, baby, you know your love is the truth I bought a coupe and baby, Ill hand it over to you Punana, come to daddy Answer the phone for her on FaceTime like, hello Said hello I’m restin gettin mellow Eat your flesh and stay mellow Had nothin’ but a cigarillo She came through with Backwoods Thats part of the reason I love her On her dresser, no bluffin Yeah The white marble dresser with a picture of you Put a hold on my schedule, put a reservation for two Shopping is your pleasure, and I feed your attitude Put you on a pedestal, take a trip to Cancun Yves Saint Laurent sweater, when the weather feel cool We livin better, town house with six rooms Mis-loyalty never, real run through my roots I wish we could stay together, Ima tell you the truth Show me your commitment, I’ma do the same for you Told me you gonna ride or die, so I bought a coupe for us two Italy her whole life, everything brand new Diamonds keep me frostbite, I’m just tryna keep my cool Rep a gang red like Oldspice, going color blind, I see blue Get high like a skyline, need to give me time to regroup This money long, need a ruler call the jeweler, I need juice Teach you game like a tutor, you wont fall in love with a fool You spend a weekend with me, I spend a lifetime on you You Puerto Rican, baby, you know your love is the truth I bought a coupe and baby, I’ll hand it over to you Punana come to daddy Answer the phone for her on FaceTime like, hello Said hello Im restin gettin mellow Eat your flesh and stay mellow Had nothin’ but a cigarillo She came through with Backwoods Thats part of the reason I love her On her dresser, no bluffin Yeah Aint no want no cappin Ive been onto better things, these niggas so last year Im in the back seat of the Maybach with a soul snatcher I just switched lanes and go slow, they probably still wont catch us Bae I love your ass, and whats your practice Baby I love your practice, like I love my bratties Talkin bout stripper panties, and white wall grandies Its just all ladies, shawty said, those are candies Range Rover autobiography, aint doin no slackin Aint doin no more slackin, car too fast need traction Bad lil ten, she nasty Diamonds on fleek, they dancin Woah, oh You spend a weekend with me, I spend a lifetime on you You Puerto Rican, baby, you know your love is the truth I bought a coupe and baby, Ill hand it over to you Punana, come to daddy Answer the phone for her on FaceTime like, hello Said hello Im restin gettin mellow Eat your flesh and stay mellow Had nothin but a cigarillo She came through with Backwoods Thats part of the reason I love her On her dresser, no bluffin Yeah

All of my diamonds like water Lotta drip You know Go and put that lil drip on it All of my diamonds be water I dont even need no camera light I aint even got no license Ima have to get me a driver, sike Said she aint never been to Georgia Tell me when you ready, Ima book the flight Nigga aint gave me nothin Bitch better have my money right Hundred racks in the shoebox I remember wearing Reeboks Now Im buying diamonds, Icebox Wake up bored, buy a new car Niggas hate, I guess its they job I aint never had a day job Niggas quick to post what they got Then they wonder why they got robbed Show em my diamonds like water Yeah just like Miami Gotta be a front for a louder She about to take that xanny Did I mention Im on fleek? Name another artist harder 4PF Dominique Lil Baby what yall call him Every other night different model Spent bout a band for the iPhone Cash in that head honcho And your bitch choosing, I know Knew a boy go here Ayy bro these Louis frames, nah these aint cyclops Im my own boss, cant call off beefin bout a ho, no I cant fall out I aint even got no daughter, but she call me her father, yikes I used to ride on MARTA, now I want to cop me all that ice I just had perfect timing, Ima just let these rappers bite I just left Benihanas, I aint even have no appetite All of my diamonds be water I dont even need no camera light I aint even got no license Ima have to get me a driver, sike Said she aint never been to Georgia Tell me when you ready, Ima book the flight Nigga aint gave me nothin Bitch better have my money right Hundred racks in the shoebox I remember wearing Reeboks Now Im buying diamonds, Icebox Wake up bored, buy a new car Niggas hate, I guess its they job I aint never had a day job Niggas quick to post what they got Then they wonder why they got robbed Pourin fours in the soda Doing shows, now they know me You aint even gotta pay Better act like you owe me Bustdown on the Rollie Im with George, thats the brodie Stayed down, now Im loaded Get this money til I OD I just made a lot of profit Spent it all on some watches Elliante, Avianne Magic City every Monday Going for it, I aint punting Im the boss, I really run it Bad bitch, Laura London Everything I want I done it Now my clothes come from London All my dogs be some hunters I make em call me honcho Knew one day that Id be stuntin All I needed was the money Now I finally got the money Racks on me, all hundreds Drip season like Im Gunna All of my diamonds be water I dont even need no camera light I aint even got no license Ima have to get me a driver, sike Said she aint never been to Georgia Tell me when you ready, Ima book the flight Nigga aint gave me nothin Bitch better have my money right Hundred racks in the shoebox I remember wearing Reeboks Now Im buying diamonds, Icebox Wake up bored, buy a new car Niggas hate, I guess its they job I aint never had a day job Niggas quick to post what they got Then they wonder why they got robbed

I ride around wit it , I ride around wit it I ride around wit it, I ride around wit it Skrt skrt in the new whip Bad bitch, yeah she too thick Gang gang, yeah we too lit I ride around wit it, I ride around wit it I ride around wit it, I ride around wit it I ride around wit it , I ride around wit it Skrt skrt in the new whip Broke bitch keep your two cents Gang gang, yeah we too lit I ride around wit it I ride around with a .30 Woke up to you, hit that dirty Niggas keep sayin they gon murk me These niggas know they cant hurt me Cause I ride around wit it You know I keep a stick I aint got time for this Put that on my mom and shit Niggas gon hate, thats regardless See a lil young nigga ballin Ive been runnin round in a foreign Fuck a lil bitch, she was boring I ride around wit it, you know I keep a stick These niggas broke and shit Aint got no hoes or shit I ride around wit my stick Chop up that shit and go bleh, bleh You dont want woe wit the clique Play with the gang, you get hit Cause I ride around wit it Know I got rounds and shit I be gunnin you down and shit Dont play around and shit Cause I ride round wit it I ride around wit it , I ride around wit it I ride around wit it, I ride around wit it Skrt skrt in the new whip Bad bitch, yeah she too thick Gang gang, yeah we too lit I ride around wit it, I ride around wit it I ride around wit it, I ride around wit it I ride around wit it , I ride around wit it Skrt skrt in the new whip Broke bitch keep your two cents Gang gang, yeah we too lit I ride around wit it Baby, I ride around wit my glizzy These niggas know me, they be all in my business They always hatin, they aint seein my vision Designer on me, when I step out Im drippin I ride around wit it Back pack, hold a cool quarter million Im doin better, now they all in their feelings Cut em off, I dont want no more dealins MG when Im ceilin, Aderall got me trippin Bad bitch wit no children See what I do and then try ride my wave They weant my treasure, repeat what I say All this money goin wit me to the grave Balenciaga, I dont want the new Js Found a plug and then I started gettin paid Jumped in the game, took over the game You better not mention my name That shit wont get you no fame Tellin lies nigga, hate they be lyin Catchin bodies, put your pick in a frame I got all mad about my bitch in a Range Im bouta read to you, its not in my veins I ride around wit it Two sticks on the back seat Screamin now that they wont be Got some young niggas who cant wait to eat They waitin I ride around wit it , I ride around wit it I ride around wit it, I ride around wit it Skrt skrt in the new whip Bad bitch, yeah she too thick Gang gang, yeah we too lit I ride around wit it, I ride around wit it I ride around wit it, I ride around wit it I ride around wit it , I ride around wit it Skrt skrt in the new whip Broke bitch keep your two cents Gang gang, yeah we too lit I ride around wit it

Got the push-to-start but I had to pull over If I beat another case, whats the score? If I beat another case, whats the score? When theyll kill you for the Skittles in your pullover I dont wanna pull over anymore I dont wanna pull over anymore I keep my crown on the top like the 12 on the watch of my Rollie I keep twelve on the watch but they cant hold me, nah I lost my rights to keep a tool, I pray they never tempt me Cause if they play me for a fool, Ill bust it til its empty Bitch, Im a giant, this is live from the beanstalk You can throw shots now, I got me a slingshot Got the long arm of the law in a sling I dont even aim, I just sling shots, let it ring shots, yeah We dont really fuck with the 5-0 Trying to pull me over on the side road Got a license plate and I drive slow Got a black man in that car with me They treat me like its just a drug thing Its just another couple thug thing Throw em in front of the judge thing Got the push-to-start but I had to pull over If I beat another case, whats the score? If I beat another case, whats the score? When they get you for the Skittles and you pull over I dont wanna pull over anymore I dont wanna pull over anymore Where Im from, the garbage made us hard as we got used to violence I just lost my dog, this shit been hard, give him a moment of silence Before I go out soft, I swear, Ill start a riot Seems like we the only ones talkin, why everybody quiet? Kill him in cold blood, wont give a fuck about his mama crying I try to stay up so I wont dream about somebody dying We aint askin for much, it wont be nothin, this shit aint rocket science And Im little as fuck but I speak up to em like a giant Im ridin for us, it aint no question, I done picked my side Before I take a chance and stop and lose my life, Ill keep on drivin I get knocked down all the time, I get back up and keep on strivin They dont wanna see me lit, my only jobs to keep on shinin

I swear Im traumatized, whoa Im caught up in that fire I swear Im traumatized, caught in that fire Lot of bullets flying, whole lot of people dying I swear Im traumatized, Im hypnotized Like Im a reaper, I see blood when I open my eyes Wont sacrifice my child, 2020 we all will die Ima go fly high in the sky, take a doll and I pop out his eyes Hit the gas and I jump out the ride, Im causin suicide Head on collision, collateral damage, Im letting go of my pride Percs and molly in my casket so I can roll in heaven Get a bad bitch up out of Magic, need a ho in heaven I need me a TEC and I need me a stick, have a shootout with the devil No weed up in my kingdom, Ben said that he need a seven, lets go Cheat on my girl, Ima fuck on that ho If I go broke Ima stick up a store If you got to school, go strapped with a pole Better not let a nigga come step on you, no Got brand new shoes, dont step on my toes Im ready to fight with a nigga or ho I leave out the class cause I gotta go Im gettin head in the bathroom They always talk bout me, no they dont know bout me Gotta pray before I sleep, the devil talk to me Gotta get em out my dreams, fore he take over me Get down on my knees, like Lord dont cancel me Im traumatized, caught in that fire Lot of bullets flying, whole lot of people dying I swear Im traumatized, Im hypnotized Like Im a reaper, I see blood when I open my eyes Wont sacrifice my child, 2020 we all will die Ima go fly high in the sky, take a doll and I pop out his eyes Hit the gas and I jump out the ride, Im causin suicide Head on collision, collateral damage, Im letting go of my pride Traumatized since I was a boy Hit the target, we dont shoot at cars Well shoot at 12, nigga fuck the law Scream fuck em all, we forever ball When I hit the head, watch the body fall Its guns up when we involved Thirty eight baby, keep my revolver Glizzy with a dick, thats the problem solver Traumatized, traumatized, traumatized Seen my main man commit suicide It was right in front of my eyes, I couldnt even cry To this day I dont know why, its still eating my insides We gon stand tall, we dont play soft Catch em down bad and shoot his face off I been puttin in overtime, nigga Ima take off Gotta get it every minute, we dont take no days off, oh I swear Im traumatized, caught in that fire Lot of bullets flying, whole lot of people dying I swear Im traumatized, Im hypnotized Like Im a reaper, I see blood when I open my eyes Wont sacrifice my child, 2020 we all will die Ima go fly high in the sky, take a doll and I pop out his eyes Hit the gas and I jump out the ride, Im causin suicide Head on collision, collateral damage, Im letting go of my pride

Mr. Planet had to hop on a lear , these are mirrors Goin crazy, had a hell of a year Big dog when I look in the mirror Solitary, five carats, my ear Foreign vibes, I be gettin em here Off-White jacket, Louis pants, I got Porsche Panamera, switchin the gears Im the fashion god, I dont gotta drip Just one hunnid, keep on sendin these hits Big blue truck, bitch Im a crip Layin off in my city, Jay Prince Any disrespect, he gotta get flipped Not a cheap jeep, bitch its a benz Ran it up and I aint fuckin wit them Bitches mad cause Im fuckin they friends I aint trippin, we could cut off the end in my account, I got Ms Free all the bros down the road doin ten When they come home we gon do it again I dont give a fuck about havin no friends Dont give a fuck about havin no friends

Oh well ooo-ohhh-ooo-ohh I know you see a nigga now wish I could come around, but I aint got not time for you, and I know deep down inside that shit bothers you, I know it bothers you But you had your chances you took advantage, guess we was at a misunderstanding, but baby you already know yhea that im over you Im over you Now you hear my on the radio you can never avoid me You told me can do way better, whatever happened to that? Now you text me, call me, block, I decline all of that, finally got the message I aint coming back nooo See you had your chance Now my diamonds dance Im doing way better Im always happy I aint going to lie, yhea you had me Use to call me daddy, I kept it real with you when you never trust meee When you never realized, I know it hurt inside You want another chance? I gave you plenty tries No I cant give you another one Im way to special, ohh woah woah, yhea And I know that the time goes by, but you could never say I aint tried, but just like I had kept it real with you ima keep it 100 thats on my life I know you see a nigga now wish I could come around, but I aint got not time for you, and I know deep down inside that shit bothers you, I know it bothers you But you had your chances you took advantage, guess we was at a misunderstanding, but baby you already know yhea that im over you I cant seem to get over you Run away please, you was over due bought a Envy pair tennis shoes and bagged uh mask keep that swag intact mousseline on her glasses, her splash intact I was fuckin with little shorty before I made in a rap, had to make a decent 40 before I go outside the trap, we wont never fall apart wed sign a contract Whole lotta hundreds make them bring ones back We gon have uh money shot Make ten thousand every hour Dozen hoes Cuz they think im seven pounds, nd I know that you wish you was with me right now Put my fears in a pill, take a sip nd bite down Aint no circus where im from, but with this money imma clown Im the youngest nigga, ridin in a Phantom in my town All this water on me, know you wish that you could drown yhea, but you cant come around yhea I know you see a nigga now wish I could come around, but I aint got not time for you, and I know deep down inside that shit bothers you, I know it bothers you But you had your chances you took advantage, guess we was at a misunderstanding, but baby you already know yhea that im over you

Yung Lan on the track Its your boy Versace Man Scooter trap rollin’, yeah, its bunkin, bunkin’ Street, can I get some credit? You aint nothin, nothin Nigga, get on your grind and stop petty hustlin If your trap aint hot, it aint bunkin, bunkin’ Burglar bars and cameras how we hustlin’, hustlin I rerock the weed, money doublin’, doublin You a petty hustler, watchin another niggas sack You a petty hustler, and I can’t be around that, Street Petty ass nigga, stay the fuck from round me I got out my situation, now Im bout to sign me Every day a lituation, all these Freebandz round me You aint even worth a ten, why the fuck you round me? She set her baby daddy up, bitch, you a petty ho Im from Lil Mexico, I aint talkin bout Mexico I built my name off stretching dope like elastic I really made a couple million off plastic They hit me with the gang charge, its a petty case My name heavy in the streets, nigga, you featherweight You never made it to a brick, you moving petty weight Brought out like fifty bricks today, they gone the same day, Street Scooter trap rollin, yeah, its bunkin, bunkin Street, can I get some credit? You aint nothin, nothin Nigga, get on your grind and stop petty hustlin If your trap aint hot, it aint bunkin, bunkin Burglar bars and cameras how we hustlin, hustlin I rerock the weed, money doublin, doublin You a petty hustler, watchin another niggas sack You a petty hustler, and I cant be around that, Street Throwin this money amazing, Im goin crazy, Im in Magic on the stage No shirt, ten chains, I aint ashamed, I aint come to play games Fuck it, you got enough money, you just gotta shoot it, you aint even gotta aim, yeah Im with Set, free Tay, yeah Aint no cap in my game, yeah Rolls Royce switch lanes, yeah Aint no dirt on my name Im in the Westin gettin loads off I stillll pay a J to drop a ho off Let em play one time, Ima go off I done got rich, I dont need to show off I can keep sippin, I wont even dose Nigga still livin like Im kicking doors We caught him slipping, had to wipe his nose Im standing tall on em, ten toes I got some bros still selling loads Try to wave motion, we switch hoes Know I done blew a mil on clothes Had to cut off my phone, yeah Trap keep on rollin Told them folks Im gone Scooter trap rollin, yeah, its bunkin, bunkin Street, can I get some credit? You aint nothin, nothin Nigga, get on your grind and stop petty hustlin If your trap aint hot, it aint bunkin, bunkin Burglar bars and cameras how we hustlin, hustlin I rerock the weed, money doublin, doublin You a petty hustler, watchin another niggas sack You a petty hustler, and I cant be around that, Street

Pull up in brand new whip Pull up, I park in the VIP I pull up, I park in the VIP Pull up in brand new whip She pull up in brand new whip She pull up, she matchin my drip She pull up then I gotta dip She pull up to give me them chips Hope you bout that action when I pull up Gon with all that capping, she gon pull up I just wanna know, I just wanna know I just wanna know, I just wanna know I go to war for this shit, I go to war for this shit She on the floor for this shit, I feel like Floyd in this bitch Them bitches be talking, they mad that you poppin Yeah we do the most You know how we rockin, more money, more problems Yeah we want some more, yeah Lil shawty down to ride We like Bonnie and Clyde Lil shawty my type Let them know when I ride Pussy wet Ima dive Got me feeling so alive Lil shawty my woe Lil shawty go bye I just really want both I just really want dos Met lil shawty on the coast She gon pull up in a Ghost Double Rs you can see the stars when she valet at the W Baby Im a dog, yeah I swear to god I aint goin raw when Im fuckin you Pull up in brand new whip Pull up, I park in the VIP I pull up, I park in the VIP Pull up in brand new whip She pull up in brand new whip She pull up, she matchin my drip She pull up then I gotta dip She pull up to give me them chips Hope you bout that action when I pull up Gon with all that capping, she gon pull up I just wanna know, I just wanna know I just wanna know, I just wanna know Straight out the mud with this shit Pull up in brand new whip Shawty she fuck with my pimpin She know Lil Baby got drip F&N right on my hip She keep three eighty on her You know my baby no square She gon stay down when its real All my pockets full, all my pockets full You can see the way they pokin All these diamonds froze, all this water on me Got me feeling like the ocean Bought the Jag truck just to match up Put three hundred thousand on the road Ever since a nigga ran it back up Why these hoes treat me like Im gold Cant fuck with no snitches cause they cant get close to me No Future and Scooter but I know she notice me And she gon pull up, yeah wherever I tell her Niggas holdin and they dont even know me Cause fuck your baby daddy, he aint got no money I nut in her face so she see how Im comin Pull up in brand new whip Pull up, I park in the VIP I pull up, I park in the VIP Pull up in brand new whip She pull up in brand new whip She pull up, she matchin my drip She pull up then I gotta dip She pull up to give me them chips

Cook that shit up, Quay Black ski mask, were ready to rob For the money we get greedy when you floss My family we gon eat and we aint starving Gotta get your hands dirty when its 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 My niggas, them my niggas, them my niggas, 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 Ima fuckin kill em My nigga CJ died on me, damn I miss my nigga Jizzle Black ski mask when we hop out the black minivan The folks screaming 12 but I dont 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 Black ski mask, were ready to ride For the money we get greedy when you floss My family we gon eat and we aint starving Gotta get your hands dirty when its 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 My niggas, them my niggas, them my niggas, them my niggas Its 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, Im insane My niggas, them my niggas, I swear I love them Wont call them niggas my niggas, they more like brothers My dawg for sure, we gave em two in a row Never goin back broke no more Im tryna make this work Black ski mask, were ready to ride For the money we get greedy when you floss My family we gon eat and we aint starving Gotta get your hands dirty when its 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 My niggas, them my niggas, them my niggas, them my niggas

Dado Baby Seven Nine 4 Pockets Yeah Straight out the projects I came from nothing so I spent a lot on my watches These bitches be jockin I got em watchin, Im guessin they feelin my posture Designered down for a year straight Everything about me updated, yeah Came up off sellin that weight, yeah Came up off sellin that weight Everybody with you gotta get it Ridin through the city, windows tinted Found a plug and went and made a killing Tryna stack it tall until the ceiling Amiri jeans, knowin Bally denim The money good, tell him he can send em Came up off sellin that weight I came up off sellin that weight Straight out the projects I came from nothing so I spent a lot on my watches These bitches be jockin I got em watchin, Im guessin they feelin my posture Designered down for a year straight Everything about me updated, yeah Came up off sellin that weight, yeah Came up off sellin that weight Everybody with you gotta get it Ridin through the city, windows tinted Found a plug and went and made a killing Tryna stack it tall until the ceiling Amiri jeans, knowin Bally denim The money good, tell him he can send em Came up off sellin that weight I came up off sellin that weight I came up off sellin that weight My whole team up, now we straight Ima keep ballin with all of my niggas Dont care if you pussy boys hate Young nigga, Im greater than Lakes A nigga aint takin no breaks The rulers better not get behind me They do then Im takin they ass on a chase Im covered in designer, you know that Im draped Bitches surround us when we walk in the place You can see Im real, just look at my face I been had a hundred racks stuffed in the safe So if you aint notice how a young nigga comin Been gettin the big bales in by the bundle Been gettin racks in so Ima keep thumbin Ima do it for the days when I aint had nothin My mama she proud of me now They hatin, I smile at they frowns They fakin, it always come out I had to be patient but I am up now I dont do no hating, I dont do no faking I dont do relations, I only get paper The fuck is you sayin, aint shit on me basic I do it for Tito so Ima keep chasin Straight out the projects I came from nothing so I spent a lot on my watches These bitches be jockin I got em watchin, Im guessin they feelin my posture Designered down for a year straight Everything about me updated, yeah Came up off sellin that weight, yeah Came up off sellin that weight Everybody with you gotta get it Ridin through the city, windows tinted Found a plug and went and made a killing Tryna stack it tall until the ceiling Amiri jeans, knowin Bally denim The money good, tell him he can send em Came up off sellin that weight I came up off sellin that weight Straight out the projects I came from nothing so I spent a lot on my watches These bitches be jockin I got em watchin, Im guessin they feelin my posture Designered down for a year straight Everything about me updated, yeah Came up off sellin that weight, yeah Came up off sellin that weight Everybody with you gotta get it Ridin through the city, windows tinted Found a plug and went and made a killing Tryna stack it tall until the ceiling Amiri jeans, knowin Bally denim The money good, tell him he can send em Came up off sellin that weight I came up off sellin that weight

Al Geno on the track Growin up we aint had shit so a young nigga robbed and hit licks Main nigga locked for life bro Do we gotta die to get rich? Do we gotta die to get noticed? Tired of seein an eviction notice I member them hoes tryna spend the night Hit the lights try to hide the roaches number nine Hickey had the blue like Tucker Ballin on me like rucker Yall niggas in that court like Rucker Block cuttin him off Babe giving me head til she get a concussion Remember nights we was cold we turned on the oven Fucked up, I think bout murderin my cousin Me and my nigga, Im ridin with, wish I revived him Tyrone took one to the head wish I could survive him Walked out on lick, I wish I coulda disguised him I seen a nigga dead in here fore you see a possum why the fuck you surprised him like paid in full Goin out like ace This faded like Ace Hood Fuck the whole hood I dont even think 12ll cuff him Lil nigga so wild I dont even think jail will help him Tryna hit a lil bitch gonna run out the mall with them purses Lil hoes dont even care feel them Ima pull out a map if I cant find no purpose Project baby Ima show you hoes 2500 I got on 15 J’s Only lil thing hope I get some head from the Kane Talkin head from a junkie She just turned into a monster We gon hop out on ya just to get some money Growin up we aint had shit so a young nigga robbed and hit licks Main nigga locked for life bro Do we gotta die to get rich? Do we gotta die to get noticed? Tired of seein an eviction notice I member them hoes tryna spend the night Hit the lights try to hide the roaches number nine Hickey had the blue like Tucker Ballin on me like rucker Yall niggas in that court like Rucker Block cuttin him off Babe giving me head til she get a concussion Remember nights we was cold we turned on the oven Fucked up, I think bout murderin my cousin Wash your shoes and put your shoe strings in front the oven Watched lose his life over another niggas scuffle Back ends been comin in, had to stick em in the duffle My mom aint never tripped about homework, I was on the block tryna hustle Guess Im fucked up inside, this shit fucked up The last time I cried, I been thinkin bout a homicide These shootouts got me traumatized niggas shot out the block and now I gotta kill him I got a thug on his head they said they gonna get him had to take one for the team, wish I could go and visit I just bought a flooded AP but dont ever get it twisted I spent a hunnid racks on my niggas , I swear I miss em My life aint no pretendin Runnin round the block in the Js we aint had nothin to do We was young and dumb but fuck it, we aint had nothin to lose Me and taking gun to school Al Geno on the track Only time we on TV is if we make the news Growin up we aint had shit so a young nigga robbed and hit licks Main nigga locked for life bro Do we gotta die to get rich? Do we gotta die to get noticed? Tired of seein an eviction notice I member them hoes tryna spend the night Hit the lights try to hide the roaches number nine Hickey had the blue like Tucker Ballin on me like rucker Yall niggas in that court like Rucker Block cuttin him off Babe giving me head til she get a concussion Remember nights we was cold we turned on the oven Fucked up, I think bout murderin my cousin

Its the project Baby and Lil Baby in this bitch Lean Bottle Last Time I ate a bitch out I got Mono On 4 perkys, full of those things like Rylo Everything I do, I wonder why nobody done it Everybody hands on with it, nobody runnin I bet I aint put my lips on a nasty bitch no more Woke up wit a sore throat You can tell I sold dope The bodies got no promo Even though Im gon blow, they know I was gon blow I make all my California vibes come to Atlanta now Brodie facetimed me with a sword, he like a samurai I sit down, wont say nothing cause I dont want to lie but We been ridin round with all them sticks cause I dont wanna die You suppose to bе on top of shit, but you dont wanna try Condo at the top of the city, reach out and touch thе sky I was sacrificed for yall to win, it damn near crucified me She tell me she cumming, I say cum again Death before dishonor, yeah Im one of them You got your mind made up for sure, you still wondering If I get up and lock that door, aint no coming back in I got a lil gun that shoot 4 bullets, and thats it Girl this that get off me, we can skip talkin Im with them vultures on a falcon when I departure We sending niggas out in coffins, better be cautious And if a bitch ever give me a STD, ima kill her I promise I be hitting big ole licks in Chesapeake, everybody know I do fraud Ask Armani why she left me like them our people Even though she told me she aint gonna do me like them other people Even though the perkys make me itch, I still eat em We can fuck but I dont kiss Im feelin good with this stick, my dog legal And if you gotta beat da bitch, you dont need her You gotta leave her alone I get all the way there and turn around if I leave it at home She wanna feel the real me, but I be leaving it on Ill never know if youll help cause Im keeping my own I never ask for too much I put my whole life in drive, I was goin backwards too much Them young boys run the city who run the city now, thats actually us You know niggas play crazy, turn them into ashes and dust Whos fuckin with us Nobody, thats who bruh, nobody On mollys, Im juiced up, on mollys On mollys, Im juiced up Im riding with my Ruger, my partna a rooster My partna

Danny, I see you They know we gon fuck em up, they dont come outside Everybody know its up, we cant let it slide I dont call the bro for none, they already ridin You know not let go for none, soon theyll be cryin Ima cash out before I crash out All my whips came white and black and Im a cash cow Know I started in the back, Im on they ass now Brand new titties got some ass she actin bad now Always gettin my watch and shit, I swear Im poppin shit I hid pounds inside the dorm, Im fuckin with this college bitch Got too many cars in ages, know I got a lot of whips I keep switchin up my changes, know I got a lot of shit Boy, Ive been a time in my game up, I got a lot to say I know bronem gon ride for mе, thats why Im dyin with em I turned up all my young niggas like comе and sign with me Aint gon never get up and walk away, I got too much time in it They know we gon fuck em up, they dont come outside Everybody know its up, we cant let it slide I dont call the bro for none, they already ridin You know not let go for none, soon theyll be cryin Ima cash out before I crash out All my whips came white and black and Im a cash cow Know I started in the back, Im on they ass now Brand new titties got some ass she actin bad now Bitch, please I get paid like Im the running back, Im in the big league He know he a rat, he cant come back, he gon get swiss cheese Doughnuts going up the streets, I use to ride a ten speed Big rocks in my Audemars, this bitch costs like 80 Gs This aint make, believe, we make shit look easy Bro was gettin them pounds in by the acre we create the season You got the same shit that I got, but that dont make us even I got a whole lotta spots that I dont never sleep in Drop a fifty on that nigga, they gon creep My lil dog got two live sentences, I know its hard for him to eat Break your heart, I make it hard for you to sleep Nah Im playin, bae Cant believe I lost a couple million dollars on GRAMMY day They know we gon fuck em up, they dont come outside Everybody know its up, we cant let it slide I dont call the bro for none, they already ridin You know not let go for none, soon theyll be cryin Ima cash out before I crash out All my whips came white and black and Im a cash cow Know I started in the back, Im on they ass now Brand new titties got some ass she actin bad now

Its the Youngin ho This Project Youngin man, cant tell me nothin man Aint no more Levis man, aint no more Trues, ayy Aint seen my face in a while so now they callin She say she miss me, wanna kiss it, Im like aw man These aint skinny jeans bitch, you know these Balmains I done spent my fifteen hundred on these Balmains She say she love the way Im splashin, I be fresh to death I done designered everything and I Gucci step Im all in with this music, no more jokin now A couple thousand in my pockets, know its poking out, ayy I stacked it up, I went designer for a year straight I told that bitch we fuckin right now, aint lunch date I got em all on my drip, they like my feng shui You try to take it, we gon shoot it out in broad day FN five-seven in my Balmains I fucked around gave her the number, she keep callin I parked the Fin and came back cruisin in that Mulsanne Pillow talking to a bitch, my nigga you lame Walk around with all this money, you would think I hit the lotto Pourin Act out a bottle, 4 Pockets Full the motto Silverado Forgiato, get a hundred dollar lineup Got a bad redbone, save her number under model Aint seen my face in a while so now they callin She say she miss me, wanna kiss it, Im like aw man These aint skinny jeans bitch, you know these Balmains I done spent my fifteen hundred on these Balmains She say she love the way Im splashin, I be fresh to death I done designered everything and I Gucci step Im all in with this music, no more jokin now A couple thousand in my pockets, know its poking out, ayy Walk in the mall, me and my dogs We got a bag, aint checking tags, we buy it all I am my brothers keeper, pick him up if he fall We aint dressin no broads, dont love these hoes at all Know Im mackin, come through, I be swaggin They pay a G three hunded a P, I aint braggin I keep these bands on me, you know Im stackin Dont think about robbin cause Im poppin, aint no lackin I done designered my clothes, fuck with foreigner hoes I done foreigned the whips, in traffic I do the most Ima shit on all these niggas that was sleepin on me I done Guccied the tees, double Gs on my feet Aint seen my face in a while so now they callin She say she miss me, wanna kiss it, Im like aw man These aint skinny jeans bitch, you know these Balmains I done spent my fifteen hundred on these Balmains She say she love the way Im splashin, I be fresh to death I done designered everything and I Gucci step Im all in with this music, no more jokin now A couple thousand in my pockets, know its poking out

Trap shit Trap shit Trap shit Trap shit Sellin Vin Diesel, strong Cookie, that Keisha Gucci poppin Ps like Georgia just made it legal Higher than an eagle, leanin like Beanie Sigel Flyer than a pilot, jean jacket by Diesel All-gold rocket, the socket matchin my Foamposite Yous a nobody, she goin, she fuck with everybody Lil Crest boys in the hood, wanna see a dead body? Four pockets stuffed and LaFlare, we bust at everybody At Club Crucial, thеse hood bitches, they lovе Crucial Thats my young shooter, recruit him to send some slugs through you We search em fore they come in the trap, might have a bug on em Hes a walking dead man, dont know it, he got a dub on him Beat him with a bat, then fuck it, pour kerosene on him Everybody searchin for holmes, but we aint seen homie Chainsaw massacre, call 1017 on em Make it look drug-related, man, pour some lean on him Everything I rap bout official, Im from the streets, bitch Hundred thousand all my pockets, this aint no sweet lick Nother 60K on my wrist, this a Patek, bitch All my hoes got fat asses, they all on fleek, bitch All my bitches wearin designer, I dont want no cheap bitch Draco with me everywhere I go, on the front seat, bitch Trap shit, niggas know Im bout it Trap shit, niggas know Im bout it Fifty racks cash on me, thats just todays profit 4 Pockets Full, lil bitch, I aint got no damn wallet Fuck around and got in the game, I got the streets poppin Pussy niggas tellin on me, I know the feds watchin How the hell he gettin this money? I keep on buyin watches Jackboys thinkin Im sweet, I keep on buyin choppers Lock me up, Im gettin out tomorrow, I think Im El Chapo Bricks came 1017, I got some damn extras Flexin on these niggas on purpose, check out this damn necklace Dropped eighty racks on a Charger, next day, I damn wrecked it Pull up with them sticks like the army, they say we young veterans They wont pull up in them apartments, they say we too treacherous Everything I rap bout official, Im from the streets, bitch Hundred thousand all my pockets, this aint no sweet lick Nother 60K on my wrist, this a Patek, bitch All my hoes got fat asses, they all on fleek, bitch All my bitches wearin designer, I dont want no cheap bitch Draco with me everywhere I go, on the front seat, bitch Trap shit, niggas know Im bout it Trap shit, niggas know Im bout it

Lyrics from Snippets Big money like a jewel, baby Snake skin cool, baby We some pair of jewels, baby Alligator shoes, baby Lately, Ive been travelling with a chopper, man I didnt really mean to but I shot him, baby should admit it, Im considerin Their heart hurt, you got em sick but never mind em Starburst piece so sweet I gotta ice it Im too raw, rare breed, no nigga like me Money turn friends froze, bros turn ho foes Receipts gettin so long niggas getting jealous, we just buying clothes

I love you forever Draco in the AMG in case you pussies play with me Thats your opinion, I dont agree You salty, thats okay with me If thats your bitch, you want your bitch Then keep your bitch away from me All work no sleep, SSDD Its same shit, different day for me Trap just like the Waffle House, I fix it right in front of you Trap just like hibachi, yeah, I fix it right in front of you Trap suit like designer, yeah, Im dead fresh when Im serving you Extendo got a .223 for each and every one of you Yellow gold all on my teeth, I smile, it look like Pikachu I hit the trap and disappear, wont see me for a week or two My bitch got on some bloody shoes, Im crippin, all my sneakers blue These snitches out here fishing, so C careful who you speakin to Drugs in my soda, got my body moving slower Cause I fuck with you dont mean I fuck with you, bitch, Im bipolar I was different, born a misfit, flipped the script when I got older Money motives, six-oh soldier, cant stop, wont stop, always rolling Trap just like the Waffle House, I fix it right in front of you Trap just like hibachi, yeah, I fix it right in front of you Call me Trapperachi, bando speak for me, my numbers proof Caught me but cant keep me, take my fingerprints and turn me loose Aint even playing no games so I went three hundred on all them doors Big old four by four, huh, sit up like a dumpster truck I know you aint no blunt but if you roll up we gon light you up I wouldnt give a fuck, I got my pistol off in every club I got these drugs for real, for real I got like five karats in my ear I let this money fly, Im for real I know she thinking I took a pill Look how I get in her, baby, got stamina Im tryna fuck up your mind We can go diamond shopping off in Neimans Yeah, make sure they one of a kind I got on two six-figure watches I cant be wasting no time They took my kindness for a weakness Fuck it, Im drawing the line I just put a four off in my soda Police pull me over, whats the odor? I dont know, gave em the gas Trap just like the Waffle House, I fix it right in front of you Trap just like hibachi, yeah, I fix it right in front of you Trap suit like designer, yeah, Im dead fresh when Im serving you Extendo got a .223 for each and every one of you Trap just like the Waffle House, I fix it right in front of you Trap just like hibachi, yeah, I fix it right in front of you Call me Trapperachi, bando speak for me, my numbers proof Caught me but cant keep me, take my fingerprints and turn me loose Trap Trap Trap Trap

Yeah, woo, yeah Got a Draco in the closet With a wood grain handle Im around every countries Nigga play again, its mantle Run it up now, ooh Give a damn, we dont care what a nigga think Run it up now, ooh Give a damn, Ima take this money to the bank Ive been all around the world But the trap still, trap still feel like home I said the trap still feel like home I said the trap still feel like home I said the trap still feel like home I said the trap still feel like home Said the trap still feel like home Reppin on the road, said he doin shows Didnt see that, I pray for her I know but Trappin with my bros, trappin with my bros All I know, its the way that we have growed up Lookin at my mint like, What?, Its cold Lookin at my wrist, that pussy mad cause he froze up Pull up in that Lamborghini, throw the doors up Nigga want the smoke, wait hold up We can not wait to show up I might be the one who got him rockin like a boulder Fuck em, when Im on a Perc Wont touch em when Im sober Put him in your armor shirt, wont put him on a poster Glizzy in my pocket, I cant rock it, aint no hoes here You my flow, would sit there, know that it would give him pneumonia Know that I be drippin, and know that I keep it on Draco in the closet, them motherfuckers so rude Sippin post I said the trap still feel like home I said the trap still feel home I said the trap still feel home I said the trap still feel home I said the trap still feel home Said the trap still feel home Thousand miles away, I be gone I got rich and famous, somehow I still pick up the phone For the ones who down the road, yeah Free the fuckin bros, yeah I can change these hoes out, like I change my clothes now I can nod my head at my lil dogs and make em go wild Stop posting my pictures of my drip, they wont have no style Hunnid thousand in my pocket, head nappy, know I get profiled Niggas think Im sweet, try lick me and its gon to go south Never try to dish you or bash you, move on with no problems One thing that I know is once your dollars up, they all gon swallow They all feel like slidin the rolls, someone go get my driver Crying when you might not come home, thats what I call solid Fuck around and found me a plug, invested in exotics Never goin back to my hood, cause I aint gon leave up out it Make sure that my people, them good, thats what I care about I said the trap still feel like home I said the trap still feel home I said the trap still feel home I said the trap still feel home I said the trap still feel home Said the trap still feel home

Lyrics From Snippet I go crazy every winter time that Maybach just arrived Im supposed to be sitting in the back you know I like to drive Ain’t gon lie the last one made me mad I damn near want to slide Anytime they play one of mine they gon know every line Dope boy swag im like see them in their prime You got bitches who didnt get a penny, speaking on a dime This lil bitch just said she through with me and this her last time Got a older chick who love to suck the dick, give great advice Get her licking on me in the car she blame it on the ice Could have been rich a long time ago I blame it on the dice You know standing on the block, you and your dawgs pulling all nice

Big drip Big whip Big ice Big bank EZZY MONEY My drip is so hard you can’t stand by me My whip is so hard you can’t park by me My ice is so bright you need sun shades Just a young red nigga getting paid My drip is official, yeah yeah My whip is official, skurt skurt My jewelry official, bling blaow I keep me a pistol, fa fa Ezzy Pulled up drippin everybody looking watching Nigga taking pictures you the feds paparazzi Shots fired last time a nigga tried to stop me Four pockets full how me and Baby rocking Sneak dissing all that hating boy gets you popped quick Million dollars stashed away for a rainy day Fifty K in my bookbag just to play Truck load coming in every damn day I-I be making bout a twenty piece every day I-I be driving different cars nigga every week I want that drake money, so I’m like fuck sleep Flexed up cause I’m having no ball cap 6’10 did Jetlag with the wrap Everything on IG straight cap Ezzy money touring around the world where the map My drip is so hard you can’t stand by me My whip is so hard you can’t park by me My ice is so bright you need sun shades Just a young red nigga getting paid My drip is official, yeah yeah My whip is official, skurt skurt My jewelry official, bling blaow I keep me a pistol, fa fa Baby Came through drippin you can’t stand by me Big FN shoot at everybody Middle of the summer we was trappin like a bitch First AK fell in love with the stick Put lil shawty on the molly he in love with the grits I done came a long way from breaking in hittin licks Ain’t gonna run off on the plug ima stay down and get rich New pinky rings on fleek Everything rollin my trap on beat Whole hundred thousand on me Everything facts no cap on me I-I’m too official to go back and forth Sh-She too expensive to wear Michael Kors Whole hundred bricks in a Honda Accord If she gets pulled over she won’t say a word My drip is so hard you can’t stand by me My whip is so hard you can’t park by me My ice is so bright you need sun shades Just a young red nigga getting paid My drip is official, yeah yeah My whip is official, skurt skurt My jewelry official, bling blaow I keep me a pistol, fa fa Drip Drip Ezzy money times Lil baby Too official shit Yeah Yeah Don’t talk to us until you get a million nigga Ezzy MUTHA FUCKIN Money DRIP

Man a stepper, real gangster Major Moves, Four Pockets Major Moves, Four Pockets Major Moves, Four Pockets Skillis, Baby Shine boss keep ya money pon your brain To make it out the again Salute the ghetto youths them whe street smart From ya ready when beef start All of my friend, dem a gangsta Me na par with na man with no weak heart Chargie dem street smart Watch , we walk Damn girl a bus A dem life, them a lost, real fast Sleepless nights, it ah never come easy Regular man on the rise, hit and squeeze it out the gutter, were grimy and greasy Bust it up every night, we cant eat it We nuh follower, cant mislead we Cant style we cant breed we Haffe feed me self, nobody ah feed we No , no , no , no Your life, Live life while careers Champagne a pop, the grade a blaze We watch, we , we no slip, we no Girl please The rifle, them peepee wheel Salute the ghetto youths them whe street smart From ya ready when beef start All of my friend, dem a gangsta Me na par with na man with no weak heart Chargie dem street smart Watch , we walk Damn girl a bus A dem life, them a lost, real fast Headshots, headshots, I want headshots I got all these bags from my rasta Draco on me like Im top shotta My Jamaican say its power in his dreadlocks Got a chopper with a knife and a red dot If you bambaclaats play then you a don dada Everything I want it, now my son got it On a cruise ship, gettin faded like Bob Marley Doin donuts in the slums in a new Ferrari Got a bad bitch with me, she come from the islands Told her she aint gotta wear no makeup Tonight we goin to Jamaica I want this love on me, she want to love on me I keep my gun on me Im comin from the streets, Im from the streets Salute the ghetto youths them whe street smart From ya ready when beef start All of my friend, dem a gangsta Me na par with na man with no weak heart Chargie dem street smart Watch , we walk Damn girl a bus A dem life, them a lost, real fast we no take chalk We no plead with people Any way give money, they not gon get that how we next up Straight forward, we not step up Success, them no expect that Rude with the strap, we no left that No Certain things you cant learn in a college Real gangster graduate full of street knowledge No weak fence, man solid We grew a roof, we no gettin tough like No fa them get damage Them , pay homage Salute the ghetto youths them whe street smart From ya ready when beef start All of my friend, dem a gangsta Me na par with na man with no weak heart Chargie dem street smart Watch , we walk Damn girl a bus A dem life, them a lost, real fast

You spend a weekend with me, I spend a lifetime on you You  Puerto Rican, baby, you know your love is the truth I  bought a coupe and baby, Ill hand it over to you Punana come to daddy Answer the phone for her on FaceTime like, hello Said  hello Im  restin gettin mellow Eat your flesh and stay mellow Had  nothin but a cigarillo She came through with Backwoods Thats part of the reason I love her Im her dresser, no bluffin The  white marble dresser with a picture of you Put a hold on my schedule, put a reservation for two Shopping is a pleasure, and I feed your attitude Put you on a pedestal, take a trip to Cancun Trip to Cancun, how about trip a to south of Bali Keep a lil leg room, she can turn a bedroom into Follies Shell probably take a bullet for a nigga, something these bitches wont do I can uno dos you Or I could split up the loot Show me your commitment, Ima do the same for you Told me you gonna ride or die, so I bought a coupe for us two Italy her whole life, bought her everything brand new Diamonds keep me frostbite, Im just tryna keep my cool Tryna keep my cool, that aint easy to do Get high like a skyline, need to give me time to regroup On the pavement so I keep that, now she feel like she in school Teach you game like a tutor, you wont fall in love with a fool You spend a weekend with me, I spend a lifetime on you You Puerto Rican, baby, you know your love is the truth I bought a coupe and baby, Ill hand it over to you Punana come to daddy Answer the phone for her on FaceTime like, hello Said hello Im restin gettin mellow Eat your flesh and stay mellow Had nothin but a cigarillo She came through with Backwoods Thats part of the reason I love her Im her dresser, no bluffin Aint no want no cappin Ive been onto better things, these niggas so last year Im in the back seat of the Maybach with a soul snatcher I just switched lanes and go slow, they probably still wont catch us Bae I love your accent, and whats your practice? Baby I love your practice, like I love my practice Talkin bout stripper practice, and white wall practice Its just all madness, choppers a desert cactus Range Rover autobiography, aint doin no slakin Aint no more trappin, car too fast need traction Bad lil ten, she nasty Diamonds on fleek, they dancin Woah, Oh You spend a weekend with me, I spend a lifetime on you You Puerto Rican, baby, you know your love is the truth I bought a coupe and baby, Ill hand it over to you Punana come to daddy Answer the phone for her on FaceTime like, hello Said hello Im restin gettin mellow Eat your flesh and stay mellow Had nothin but a cigarillo She came through with Backwoods Thats part of the reason I love her Im her dresser, no bluffin

I aint never been a fuck nigga I aint never fuck wid duck niggas Fishscale work came in wid da stamps on em Got plenty bales nigga Sent from over there nigga Still in the trenches nigga Gettin money wid my niggas Look I beat up the beat Remix the clean 1,000 jeans wid busemi on my feet Paper on me long way bussin of my scenes Got the gang wid me now We’ll create a crime scene Ayy fuck up the scene Ayy fuck it im the shit Ayy fishscale wrist Got me soundin like a bitch In the booth right now Lock em down like a pit Got 2 full 30s put some rounds in yo shit Look I work round the clock I breakdown the block Walk around the trap stop in Gucci flip flops Look im plottin on some m’s Tryna hit me a lick Got a bitch flyiin in from the bay wid da pack Smashin down the ave wid yo bae She’ll damn near do what I say Diamonds on a nigga ice tray Juggin round the city makin plays Thinkin bout finessin jorge Runnin thru the trenches 4 ah take Choppa hold a 100 okay Weapon plan for the gunplay Ion think des pussy niggas wanna play 223 beat ya face Spend ah hundred beat da case Beat da block gettin cake Got em in by the freight I beat up the block I beat up the trap I bet up ya bitch I hit her wid the “d” Im after them racks And that is a fact I beat up the block I beat up the track I beat up ya bitch I hit her wid the “d” Im after them racks I beat up the beat I beat up the block I beat up the track And dat is ah fact Maybe Im the hottest Maybe Im not fuck it I could still pull up big body bucket Niggas talkin down on me Like I got lucky If I was stuck at the bottom Would you be here for me I had to go down the road I didn’t hear from them Now all of a sudden everybody wanna kill for me I only got fear of god But I aint scared of nothing My father probably be smilin if I was still hustlin She know when I call to pick up Ima beat it up Fuck da speed limit everywhere I go Im in a rush got a plain jane Took it straight and went and go it bussed Dey say dey want problems But naw never wid us Switch it up Im back on my grizzly like Im suppose to When you handle business like I do They wont approach you Probably aint gone ride But I guarantee that they post you I be wid da guys den crash like Im suppose to Beat up every track Im on Everything I got I got on my own My car my jewels my home Gotta stack it all until my kids get grown Beat da black wid ah passion You know I get dem blocks and do magic You kno you try me its gon b ah tragic I beat up the block I beat up the trap I bet up ya bitch I hit her wid the d Im after them racks And that is a fact I beat up the block I beat up the track I beat up ya bitch I hit her wid the d Im after them racks And that is a fact I beat up the beat I beat up the block I beat up the track And that is a fact

Me and my, lil niggas 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 Woah, woah, woah kemosabe I just pray I dont kill nobody Woah, woah, woah kemosabe Bad bitches long hair in the lobby Woah, woah, woah kemosabe I just hope I dont 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 Woah, woah, woah kemosabe Bad bitches long hair in the lobby Woah, woah, woah kemosabe I just pray I dont kill nobody Woah, woah, woah kemosabe Bad bitches long hair in the lobby Woah, woah, woah kemosabe I just hope I dont kill nobody 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 Ima go and get the money, thats 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? Woah, woah, woah kemosabe Bad bitches long hair in the lobby Woah, woah, woah kemosabe I just pray I dont kill nobody Woah, woah, woah kemosabe Bad bitches long hair in the lobby Woah, woah, woah kemosabe I just hope I dont kill nobody

Yeah, yeah, yeah Count up a whole lot of I got a whole lot of I count a whole lot of Chaz Guapo Count up a whole lot of blue strips New money, who this? So many racks on a nigga I dont know what to do with it So many packs on nigga Swearin sometimes I get paranoid Lifestyle that you cant afford Since a jit, I always wanted more Hopped off the porch on a money mission In these streets I go tunnel vision They aint think Ill make it this far Remember days me and Tish talked 69-12 gave mama hell Posted on the curb tryna catch a sale Me and you cant relate, cause me and you not the same I took an O, I put it all on the line and threw the letters in the chain Any weaker, got the gang with me, gray flags, count up big bags I gave my hood motivation, and took it all across the nation They ask me who I think I am, first of all, Im the man Double G on the slippers, Balmain with the zippers Never get tired of ballin, told all my niggas we all in Making money while she calling, choose the money over bitches Cause once you got it, she gon want you with it Got rich, did it independent Count up a whole lot of blue strips New money, who this? So many racks on a nigga I dont know what to do with it So many packs on nigga Swearin sometimes I get paranoid Lifestyle that you cant afford Since a jit, I always wanted more Since a jit I wanted more so I went and got it Only made deposits, no withdrawals, Im all about my profit Bad bitches watchin, got em jockin, tryna get all in my business I done hit her, I went missing, now she all inside her feelings Pinky ring bling hard, I aint no one hit wonder, Im hard We was runnin up in them cars If we want it, you got it, we rob Niggas do anything for attention I consider them niggas bitches Hope no rap guy dont diss me Ima make your mama cry, she gon miss you Im a real street nigga, Im official Brand new vertical, aint anorexic Whole lot of blue strips, Im on some new shit Boy this that new drip We go on private planes for a month straight Took your baby mama on a lunch, great I done ran it up, now Im super straight, yeah Count up a whole lot of blue strips New money, who this? So many racks on a nigga I dont know what to do with it So many packs on nigga Swearin sometimes I get paranoid Lifestyle that you cant afford Since a jit, I always wanted more Count up a whole lot of blue strips New money, who this? So many racks on a nigga I dont know what to do with it So many packs on nigga Swearin sometimes I get paranoid Lifestyle that you cant afford Since a jit, I always wanted more

Stuck in the trenches (You know we gon win, we do not lose We goin in, we break all the rules Cant trust a friend, keep you a tool If the police run in, then we make the news) Sherwood Marty Thats a day in my hood Damn Im the fresh prince in my hood nigga Long live Zorilla Yeah, SOG On my knees shootin craps Selling Ps out the trap We gon be in the trap Tryna make it with this rap You know we gon win We do not lose We goin in We break all the rules Cant trust a friend Keep you a tool If the police run in Then we make the news I was in the hood shooting dice, probably lost my last dime 12 pulled me over last week, said this my last time Dracos and them 40s stacked up, last night we was masked up We goin on the move, they say he got pounds Well guess what, we takin him down Narcs in the hood tryna say I run a gang Niggas I used to fuck with, telling hoes they gon take my chain Throwing dirt on my name Strapped up at my shows, nigga I aint no ho I aint backing down, I wont fold Every nigga with me on go They tryna tell me dont come to the hood, Im thinking why not? How the fuck Ima stay away from the hood and this all I got Its like you with me or not, nigga play with me get shot Give it everything I got, all I needed was a shot On my knees shootin craps Selling Ps out the trap We gon be in the trap Tryna make it with this rap You know we gon win We do not lose We goin in We break all the rules Cant trust a friend Keep you a tool If the police run in Then we make the news Im back to rapping and running up bands Trapping and wrapping them packs Im the one put the whole hood on my back Im the one jumping out black with the MAC Im in the Range with Lil Z and we strapped Four and Lil Flame counting racks in the back You play and you know they gon knock off your hat Cant fuck with new niggas, I swear they gon rat I got the hustle Im the one locked down the game with the muscle Im moving pounds and I do it no struggle We gon get to it, I know we gon bubble, yeah yeah Them niggas hate, I let em hate They can take shots to the face I fuck with Lil Baby, that nigga go cray Get to the bag nigga thats every day Count up that cash, nigga thats every day, yeah I count up that cash and put that in the safe, yeah I got them plates and you know that we ate What they gon say when I go cop me a Wraith On my knees shootin craps Selling Ps out the trap We gon be in the trap Tryna make it with this rap You know we gon win We do not lose We goin in We break all the rules Cant trust a friend Keep you a tool If the police run in Then we make the news

Memphis got the money, babes Its that bag talk, its that bag talk Bag after bag, bag after bag Bag after bag, we got bags after bags Bag after bag, bag after bag Bag after bag, we got bags after bags I know what to do to get that bag I fucked your bitch and then brought her a bag Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy I know what to do to get that bag I fucked your bitch and then brought her a bag Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy B-A-G me, this that bag talk She like why you walk like this cause this that bag walk All my diamonds hittin like a glass ball And I hear you niggas poppin but its all talk Fifty-five hundred on a CC bag Get the money, put it up, theyll never see this cash Got some dogs in Carolina, said they get em by the hundred Told em meet me at the spot, just send a driver with the money Niggas hatin on me dog But Im blessed, Im thanking god, I hit my knees dog Call me Jordan, I got bags for twenty-three dog Bougee glasses, I aint never gon see yall I just get that bag dog I know what to do to get that bag I fucked your bitch and then brought her a bag Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy I know what to do to get that bag I fucked your bitch and then brought her a bag Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy I just got some drip from YSL I just left LA, I scored a bale Swimming in that water, Michael Phelps Got four pockets full like I just signed to 4PF, ayy All my niggas bosses, not no runners I be in the trenches with some gunners 200K in jewelry, Im being humble Put a bag up on her, he mad I fucked his baby mama, ayy Got his feelings hurt and brought that lil bitch Birkin I been sippin syrup and Im poppin perkies I be wrappin bales, I just started rappin verses VVSs on me, I got this shit from servin I know what to do to get that bag I fucked your bitch and then brought her a bag Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy I know what to do to get that bag I fucked your bitch and then brought her a bag Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy

Fake love, that be the worst love Yeah, and Im, and Im filled with all these drugs, yeah Hey, first day out the county, huh Stick to money, keep counting, huh Money on head, thats bounty, huh Nig cant even play round me Gotta keep that fake shit from round me, yeah I gotta keep that fake shit from round me Im too busy, been counting Fake love, that be the worst love, hey Hey, that money was my first love, yeah Then I fell in love with all these drugs, yeah Hey, I dont need no fake love, fake love be the worst love Yeah, heard nigga been talkin down Nigga know how we get down Talkin bout pull up at your house, spray rounds How we get down, hey Droptop nigga, dont mount shit These niggas really aint bout shit Been gettin money and skipped class Now nigga walk with a big bag, hey Yeah, I was in the jail and hop out Now Im gettin money, now you left out Bitch kinda crazy like Left Eye, huh Hoe tryna burn the whole house down Nigga toe to toe, whole crew out Boy cant, gotta bring the blues out I was just thinkin bout this on my own Now nigga up, I can buy what I want I know a nigga mad, dont hate on that Dont be all bad, put a price on that Talk nigga real, Ima hear bout that Niggas aint real, had to face them facts Yeah, actuals I keep em runnin from problems, yeah I cant be runnin from problems, haha I got these guns, so they solve em Hey, first day out the county, huh Stick to money, keep counting, huh Money on head, thats bounty, huh Nig cant even play round me Gotta keep that fake shit from round me, yeah I gotta keep that fake shit from round me Im too busy, been counting Fake love, that be the worst love, hey Hey, that money was my first love, yeah Then I fell in love with all these drugs, yeah Hey, I dont need no fake love, fake love be the worst love Money was my first, we started fuckin in elementary We been gettin it for a minute, finger fuckin for a century Fell in love with these drugs, Im so high up We got guns full of cheepo, they dont try us They was callin, I was ballin, I aint answer, aint get no serves I aint never punch no clock, aint have no job, Im always workin I was servin, it took some time But now Im perfect, on that block I was up early, gettin faded, poppin Percies, sippin syrup Im prolly swervin, keep my pistol, I be nervous I remember when we was just lurkin Cant go broke, Im allergic If you got the money, Im servin It was hard, but it was worth it Hey, first day out the county, huh Stick to money, keep counting, huh Money on head, thats bounty, huh Nig cant even play round me Gotta keep that fake shit from round me, yeah I gotta keep that fake shit from round me Im too busy, been counting Fake love, that be the worst love, hey Hey, that money was my first love, yeah Then I fell in love with all these drugs, yeah Hey, I dont need no fake love, fake love be the worst love Hey, these hoes love the money Hey, these niggas be groupies too Hey, what would she do for fame? Hey, these hoes gon fuck the crew, haha Niggas be fakin like home boys Never been broke like young boy I gotta be big, Im made for it I heard you talked down, so you paid for it I gotta go change the wheel Hey, I gotta go change my bitch Hey, my hoe a damaged Yeah, she cant manage Hey, dont show no fake love Huh, fits your face, love Yeah, try to hold it down Why my drink so down? Hey, girl, your shit look stayed in Now Im fuckin your best friend Countin racks in the West End Bitch, Im back to ballin Now my ex keep stalkin Now my ass keep stallin Bitch, Im back to ballin Work at home, now call in Hey, first day out the county, huh Stick to money, keep counting, huh Money on head, thats bounty, huh Nig cant even play round me Gotta keep that fake shit from round me, yeah I gotta keep that fake shit from round me Im too busy, been counting Fake love, that be the worst love, hey Hey, that money was my first love, yeah Then I fell in love with all these drugs, yeah Hey, I dont need no fake love, fake love be the worst love

Cook that shit up, Quay We used to play the game on the porch My momma was trippin, we couldn’t have company I used to think I would never accomplish it Still can’t believe the day that I accomplished it I turned Balenciagas to some trap shoes I don’t dance I make trap moves All these hoes on me since I ran it up Got so many groupies, start a fan club Got so many choppas, start a gun club If I’m down bad I might give it up When we catch yo’ ass, nigga that’s yo’ ass All my lil boys, we gon’ wet you up Get a Instagram model to set you up Get that hoe a dub, she won’t say a word I was on the curb, took a lot of nerve Took a lot of pеrcs, now I’m sellin’ birds I been gettin’ money and staying lowkеy And I’m never gon’ fall, imma stay on my feet How the fuck you gon’ cuff her you know she a freak If I blow up today imma stay in the streets How the fuck imma quit when these bags so cheap? Bags so cheap How the fuck imma quit when these bags so cheap? Bags so cheap Hundred racks on me now nigga All this water on me, you will drown nigga I was runnin’ round sellin’ pounds nigga Who the hell is you? I never heard of you Got some lil homies that’ll murder you They will gun you down for a pair of shoes I turned a brick to a brick and a half And that shit glass, you do the math I been gettin’ money and staying lowkey And I’m never gon’ fall, imma stay on my feet How the fuck you gon’ cuff her you know she a freak If I blow up today imma stay in the streets How the fuck imma quit when these bags so cheap? Bags so cheap How the fuck imma quit when these bags so cheap? Bags so cheap

Yeah Ooh, Twysted Famgoon, yeah We been trappin all day, we never take a lunch break Dont go to church on Sunday but we gon make it one day We do it all for the kids whether we broke or we rich If it aint making no money then it aint making no sense Bro we gon make it one day, yeah Bro we gon make it one day, yeah We gon make it one day, yeah We gon make it one day, I swear to God nigga They used to tell me I wasnt never gon be shit We was taking shit, stealing cars, hitting licks Sometimes I daydream, I just sit and reminisce I wish Lil Juan was here, he cant see all this shit We was lit, got big, came up on another level I just dropped a brick and a half on another bezel Im still goin to church every Sunday, all my niggas know is that gunplay Told em we gon get rich one day They didnt believe me, I made em see me S550 Beamer, that bitch the cleanest I used to work for the cleaners like a mixtape now I finally got rich Stayed down, finally got rich We been trappin all day, we never take a lunch break Dont go to church on Sunday but we gon make it one day We do it all for the kids whether we broke or we rich If it aint making no money then it aint making no sense Bro we gon make it one day, yeah Bro we gon make it one day, yeah We gon make it one day, yeah We gon make it one day You cant name a bitch in the club that I cant fuck tonight Ralo made bout ten million bows, I told em fuckin right I know they in they feelings, I been feelin like Im runnin shit When I was independent I was gettin off a hundred bricks Its a lot of hate in my road but it wont slow me down I cant concentrate on these hoes cause they wont hold me down I know niggas talk behind my back but I wont ever crack All them rappers say they movin packs, we dont believe in that I met my girl from my best friend She the one I invest in Im the only nigga with a million dollars still livin in the West End Im the only nigga I know In the hood with a Lambo Ask the kids who they want to be When they look at me, they say Ralo We been trappin all day, we never take a lunch break Dont go to church on Sunday but we gon make it one day We do it all for the kids whether we broke or we rich If it aint making no money then it aint making no sense Bro we gon make it one day, yeah Bro we gon make it one day, yeah We gon make it one day, yeah We gon make it one day I swear to God we gon make it They dont give it to us, we gon take it They aint want a nigga on the top floor So we built it up from the basement Ralo my fam for real Lil Baby my dawg for sure And we got them bags for real, yeah And these niggas aint on the low We aint had shit never Got a rapper bitch in a Tesla If he mad bout it, its whatever You know I keep the choppers and Berettas All my niggas goons and gorillas Told my Famgoon 4PF Know we Dirt Gang to the death Know we Dirt Gang to the death, yeah We out here eatin, no lunch break, no We in the streets, these rappers pump fakin, oh I be in your hood and I aint never seen you though I be in my hood every day Its tatted on me and its in me bro We been trappin all day, we never take a lunch break Dont go to church on Sunday but we gon make it one day We do it all for the kids whether we broke or we rich If it aint making no money then it aint making no sense Bro we gon make it one day, yeah Bro we gon make it one day, yeah We gon make it one day, yeah We gon make it one day

Remy First it was a Rollie Then I bought a Patek Then I bought a Richie Then I bought a AP Everything on freezer We be goin crazy Me and PnB, me and Lil Baby Big 40s and a whole lotta 80s See it through the t-shirt, I aint got to say it Big Glocks and it aint even got a safety Dont look at me crazy I aint worry bout my old hoes Bitch Im so cold Wrist on froze, my Patek Rose Gold Pinky snow cone Throw it back, get on your elbow Fuck your cell phone Yeah i heard you put in work Come and get your throat Bone I aint bragging, all my cars push-start ....

Cook that shit up Quay 4PF Long live Jimmy nigga You dig? 4PF Servin, I been trappin all day Call up Lil Baby, send another one on the way Gotta get the money, nigga thats the only way Halftime came in, nigga thats a play Servin, I been trappin all day Gotta get the money, nigga thats the only way Halftime came in, nigga thats a play Call up Lil Baby, send another one on the way I been workin hard, nigga I been grindin Just like Lil Baby, fuckin up my profit on them diamonds And Im gettin to the money, call it perfect timing And Im on the block every day with the iron Man down, nigga dead on the street, uh 12 came through, they just did a sweep, look Partner took em on the run, its all good, ayy Free that boy Cali, yeah he still hood, uh Servin, I been trappin all day Call up Lil Baby, send another one on the way Gotta get the money, nigga thats the only way Halftime came in, nigga thats a play Servin, I been trappin all day Gotta get the money, nigga thats the only way Halftime came in, nigga thats a play Call up Lil Baby, send another one on the way Im trappin, this gas is real heavy, uh I kill again, dont move shady, look Im blowin up like 9-11, ayy Im killin these niggas like Jason and Freddy, uh Young nigga be grindin, young nigga be gettin it Your bitch she love my drippin and pimpin My nigga we ballin, my nigga we gettin it, for sure, for sure We runnin it up like Jordan and Pippen Remember them days, dollar menu at Wendys Now that we eatin, every day like Thanksgiving Now that we eatin, every day like Thanksgiving Servin, I been trappin all day Call up Lil Baby, send another one on the way Gotta get the money, nigga thats the only way Halftime came in, nigga thats a play Servin, I been trappin all day Gotta get the money, nigga thats the only way Halftime came in, nigga thats a play Call up Lil Baby, send another one on the way 16 years old with six figures, I was that nigga I stayed down and got bigger, text my mama, told her we did it They want smoke, well we got semis I dont think these niggas hit me I stayed down, I aint change clothes I aint have nowhere to go Now Im gettin paid for shows, man this shit was just a dream But I did it with my team, how the fuck you hate on me? I been trappin so hard like I got nothin else to do I be goin so hard like I got somethin to prove Try the gang, make the news Servin, I been trappin all day Call up Lil Baby, send another one on the way Gotta get the money, nigga thats the only way Halftime came in, nigga thats a play Servin, I been trappin all day Gotta get the money, nigga thats the only way Halftime came in, nigga thats a play Call up Lil Baby, send another one on the way

Yeah, first song of 2018, you dig? Yeah, shout out my Alabama niggas Mattazik Been Boomin Off Rip! Ima clean up like a maid, every day Im gettin paid My bitch say Im stuck in my ways, young nigga sharp as a blade We was just thumbin through cash And runnin through bags, young nigga gotta get paid I cant be makin no minimum wage Used to be broke now we all on the stage Im this bitch with The Game Sixty whole racks for the chain Theyre singing my shit all in Spain Got off my ass and I made me a name Young nigga runnin with mobsters We eatin shrimp, steak, and lobster And we dont fuck with imposters I spend a rack on some joggers Im in LA like a Dodger Bad bitches all on my roster Sippin on lean, need a doctor I poured an eight in a bottle Pull up and hop out, Im proper Christian Dior, no Prada Top of the year, Im bout to hop on a Lear Bend that ass over, I fuck from the rear Finna sleep in the air and I dont gotta steer Broke with no money, you cannot get near Sipping on lean, Im not drinking no beer I talk about hundreds, I dont want to hear Im tryna stack up a milly and grind Been working so hard, I know its my time They do not want me to shine, I gotta keep me a nine I cant be wasting my time, I gotta get it, I grind for whats mine I cant be pouring up lines, I buy me a pint every time they come round Keep it flat like Im Santana, pour up a deuce in a Fanta Ballin on niggas with handles Fresh as a bitch for the cameras Ima clean up like a maid, every day Im gettin paid My bitch say Im stuck in my ways, young nigga sharp as a blade We was just thumbin through cash And runnin through bags, young nigga gotta get paid I cant be makin no minimum wage Used to be broke now we all on the stage Yeah, runnin up the cars, them hood fights in the park Hotboxin it get dark nigga, cant post his picture, he done robbed nigga Im standing all on stage nigga, dub a show gettin paid nigga Do that shit like every day, thats a hundred forty every week My trap house on peak, my lil homies gon sleep partment on Spark Street, so you know we pulled up deep Lil homie on the X pill, runnin round on percocets and he geeked And he keep draco on the sheet, he just want to rock a young nigga sleep Paid for her to get an abortion, I made her treat me important I been ridin around in Porsches, Im addicted to lean, I keep pourin it They didnt let me get in, now Im going in Get my money together, its flowing in Get my army together, we going in I was good for this shit, I was sworn in Free throw line, Ima hit mine Sit on recline, me and G5 On the top of the clouds, me and Fadey On a private jet, nigga we made it When the people see me they go crazy Got these bankrolls on me, I aint changing Ima clean up like a maid, every day Im gettin paid My bitch say Im stuck in my ways, young nigga sharp as a blade We was just thumbin through cash And runnin through bags, young nigga gotta get paid I cant be makin no minimum wage Used to be broke now we all on the stage

Cook that shit up, Quay I gave my nigga hope and I really did it Im 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 aint snitchin We werent 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 Ima stay down tryna get it, I need Jay-Z bread I really did it, in them kitchens with my niggas With them pistols, probably served a thousand midget Hundred bags of the strong, got em gone, did it all off a phone Told my bitch aint comin home til that fuckin pack gone I gave my nigga hope and I really did it Im 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 aint snitchin We werent 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 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 We werent raised like that 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 Im winning I cut bitches off now they thought Im 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 Wont ever leave this house without my pistol Now never beat a double but a triple, nigga I gave my nigga hope and I really did it Im 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 aint snitchin We werent 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

Yeah, did it on my own, yeah In that foreign now I’m gone, yeah Fuck a hater I’m too known, yeah I got money on the phone right now That’s why iI aint tryna call you Got too much money to argue I cut her off to get my mind right I cut her off to get my grind right I had to jump off the edge, I might just point at the map Take me a flight, young and I do what I like She want to fuck for this life Somehow i got me this coupe I’m doing laps, running these miles up My money piled up, now when she call, Ima just stall her, yeah I jump up out that coupe lookin important The karats on my neck looking so gorgeous Saying they support me but they forged it My money come in blue, I feel like Corbin Now she be calling me baby, I got to keep it R rated Ima just hop out the latest, probably go fuck on your lady I had to pull away, she trying to join the wave Lil baby gone do what I say, I pull up, get head in the Wraith Im keeping it player, I’m getting my weight up Never let these hoes get in between my paper I do it major, I pull up foreign All this water on my wrist, I got it storming Remember when they said I wasnt important Remember when they said I couldn’t afford it When no one had my back I had my own shit And now they showing love but I don’t want it Did it on my own, yeah In that foreign now I’m gone, yeah Fuck a hater I’m too known, yeah I got money on the phone right now That’s why iI aint tryna call you Got too much money to argue I cut her off to get my mind right I cut her off to get my grind right Cut her off to get my grind right, now I’m doing better If I knew it would be like this I would’ve never kept her Took it to the top all by my lonesome Now I got the money, they all want some When I needed them they didn’t come around though Now I’m popping, had to build it from the ground up They tryna tell me I should put the pounds up And my dawgs untamed, they try to pound us Took it to the top, had to get it off the block Keep my gun I’m shellshocked, I be watching out for cops Just hoping that my past don’t come to haunt me Everybody want me, but what they want from me? I’m a boss, I really want shit YSL jacket, shirt Givenchy My lil niggas coming like the army Something like a rocket, had to launch it If I aint got no syrup then I cant function I been down with the gang since free lunches Had to take it like a man, I hate the punches Now I’m rocking all these shows across the country Now I got a whole lot of money Yeah, did it on my own, yeah In that foreign now I’m gone, yeah Fuck a hater I’m too known, yeah I got money on the phone right now That’s why iI aint tryna call you Got too much money to argue I cut her off to get my mind right I cut her off to get my grind right

Dee Mula Baby We bout to smoke about two ounces of your weed, hahaha Its the weekend, lets have a party, yeah We gettin drunk as fuck tonight Get the Hennessy, get all the Hennessy over there Its the weekend, lets have a party, yeah We gettin high as fuck tonight Im swervin in traffic, Im tryin not to wreck, the police might give me a DUI Plus, I popped a Perc, Im playin with my life, so that mean a nigga extra high Hit your man, so they turn to hater We just call them the mad crew Throw a party, nothin but bitches They gon twerk til they ass loose We be slayin with choppers like we finna go to the show, caught bodies But we want some more head like, Chill, you up next next Better watch your back, you a threat now Came straight in the game like Kumpo Press a button, poof, where the roof go? Knocked him out, mmm, where his tooth go? Came in with one, left with two hoes Bitch, I am the president, you should go vote for me, Ill legalize weed Keep the gun Get a snitch nigga life and wont think twice They like, Who is this nigga Dee Mula? Where he come from? He just popped up like a lip balm Lets throw a party and have some fun Its the weekend, lets have a party, yeah We gettin drunk as fuck tonight Get the Hennessy, get all the Hennessy over there Its the weekend, lets have a party, yeah We gettin high as fuck tonight Its the weekend, lets have a party Amiri jacket, leather patch, and no Ed Hardy I really put them VVSs in my Cartis She fuck with Percs, dont like the X, but she like molly No understandin, I really aint playin with niggas I pay for your gang to get hit up Know how I get up, that shit might be cheap as a fill-up I make the whole game wanna split up I make em mad every time that I re-up I show my ass, spendin cash up in Dior Im sippin syrup, but I popped me an Adderall 30 This shit got me feelin like we up We havin fun, you get round, you get beat up I had a hell of a run, kick my feet up I put that shit on the plate, tell em eat up I dont know what happened, they I must be dreamin, this shit cant be real I need to stop pourin up out the seal They handle business, I plot to the hills Lets have a party and blow us a mil, Baby Its the weekend, lets have a party, yeah We gettin high as fuck tonight Its the weekend, lets have a party, yeah We gettin drunk as fuck tonight Get the Hennessy, get all the Hennessy over there Its the weekend, lets have a party, yeah We gettin high as fuck tonight

Im back in the trap house , Im back in the trap house Im back in the trap house, Im back in the trap house My woes on the road , but Im in the trap house I just made parole , and Im back in the trap house Im back in the trap house , Im back in the trap house Im back in the trap house , Im back in the trap house My woes on the road , but Im in the trap house I just made parole , and Im back in the trap house My woes on the road gettin that show money Im in the trenches gettin dope money Better search him, he might got the fo money Yall fit in, so you takin no money I hustle all day, I need mo money Im servin narcotics for show money How you hustlin and you aint got no money? Boy, you hustlin and you aint got no money? I trap out of space and I go get that SIG And I bring that bitch back in my trap in a jam 3601 when I score bitch I slam Addicted to trappin, thats just who I am A.K.,the stash, the profit Got a hundred rounds hangin out the rocket Im the plug that chill with the socket These Forges, I dont do Asantis Im back in the trap house , Im back in the trap house Im back in the trap house, Im back in the trap house My woes on the road , but Im in the trap house I just made parole , and Im back in the trap house Im back in the trap house , Im back in the trap house Im back in the trap house , Im back in the trap house My woes on the road , but Im in the trap house I just made parole , and Im back in the trap house Yeah, yeah, yeah Im back in the trap house I get off probation a couple of days Im back in the track, ho I ran up a mill off a couple of plays Im winnin, Im winnin, Im goin to get it in a couple of ways, yeah I got on the same outfit, Gucci slippers, for a couple of days I aint been home in days Money, Im goin to get it You play me, Im bustin you with it Im all on the road, Im doin these shows I gotta get rich for my kid I just did the bid, then I came home, then I start doin it big Shoutout to Big, he kept it real, now I got millions on mills Im back in the trap house , Im back in the trap house Im back in the trap house, Im back in the trap house My woes on the road , but Im in the trap house I just made parole , and Im back in the trap house Im back in the trap house , Im back in the trap house Im back in the trap house , Im back in the trap house My woes on the road , but Im in the trap house I just made parole , and Im back in the trap house

Lyrics from Snippet I aint pickin up the phone less its sure that its the plug I was probably in Atlanta runnin game, me and Dugg Trap house bunkin, on the low, I made a dub Damn, I was just wakin up Grams, my lil homie cuttin up Fans tryna show a nigga love Damn, Baby, thats for us On the real, I fuck, yeah, I ran it out the mud Stop playin, I been turnt since 16 Yeah, from the joint to the big screen Yeah, from the hood to the big league Yeah, quick to tell a ho Bitch, please Rolls truck, inside like a bitch bleed Yeah, dont cap, you aint get these Yeah, I aint ever have hoop dreams But Im ballin, I got six rings Call my dog, tryna get millions Add me up, bitch, aint shit cheap Well I been trained since 15 Get beans, move bowls, nigga, I dont sip lean Yeah, and my first show for two Gs Dope boy, I can live off a white tee Free the boys, down the road sellin ice cream I was talkin bout the lean say it clean Sell bags, I dont touch bean Same pair for everybody we dont share jeans New cat, this a 19 New Track, paint it light green Im on...

Wanna be me but you cant Get up and run to the bank Got water, I drip like a sink Wrist in the X with the perks and the drink Foreign engine, push the button to crank, yeah I fucked that bitch for a pint, swag I got a dab like a shank Chopper city like a New Orleans Saint, yeah I wanna fuck, Gucci bag, Ima fill this shit up Came from the hood so I dont give no fucks You cant see that I got it but its tucked You wanna gamble nigga, try your luck Shootin dice, rollin cookies up Expensive life, you cant do it like us We mixin the Act with the Hi-Tech and Tuss I know you would if you could I got rich but Im still in the hood Mixin codeine and caffeine, makin mud I just popped me a perc, damn Im high as fuck Ooh, she wet, dive in it, Im swimmin Shawty too cool, she wet like linen Rockin Cartiers and they tinted They be tryna do the swag I invented When I was broke I was never penny pinchin Come to your front door, you act like its tension Fucked the bitch from Instagram off a mention El Patron, call the shooters my henchmen Im rich like a Carter, I dunk like Vincent Broke nigga, I cant pay him no attention Your money aint long enough, still in the inches I just touched down with the pack in the trenches I hit your bitch like a wide receiver Smoke out the bag, got a lot of reefer Jumanji Saint Laurent, its made by a cheetah I got her real cheap, nigga you gotta keep her Young nigga come through like jeepers creepers Servin sixteen like I just did a feature Fucked that lil bitch then Im catchin amnesia Im the HoodWolf, Im the most hated by PETA Wanna be me but you cant Get up and run to the bank Got water, I drip like a sink Wrist in the X with the perks and the drink Foreign engine, push the button to crank, yeah I fucked that bitch for a pint, swag I got a dab like a shank Chopper city like a New Orleans Saint, yeah I wanna fuck, Gucci bag, Ima fill this shit up Came from the hood so I dont give no fucks You cant see that I got it but its tucked You wanna gamble nigga, try your luck Shootin dice, rollin cookies up Expensive life, you cant do it like us We mixin the Act with the Hi-Tech and Tussan, Pablo Juan You want to gamble nigga, try your luck I got this pistol on me, Ima bust Nigga try rob me, nigga Ima buck Thats on my mama, I aint gon give it up I make them youngins come and hit you up Im in Rari, bruh in Bentley truck They on my drip, I had to switch it up Hop out the vert, I got the semi tucked Got on her skirt, Im tryna lift it up Bend over, hit from the back, ayy Give you a couple these racks, ayy Im on that red, I cant stand up Do whatever to make sure them bands up Im a G so you know Ima man up Everywhere I go I got them bands tucked Too much money, I cant hold my pants up Pinky ring on fleek, tennis chains on fleek Nothin bout a nigga cheap, I can do this every week, rarely even get sleep Im on an Adderall, Im on that Hi-Tech and that red Im on an Adderall, I want some Hi-Tech and that red Wanna be me but you cant Get up and run to the bank Got water, I drip like a sink Wrist in the X with the perks and the drink Foreign engine, push the button to crank, yeah I fucked that bitch for a pint, swag I got a dab like a shank Chopper city like a New Orleans Saint, yeah I wanna fuck, Gucci bag, Ima fill this shit up Came from the hood so I dont give no fucks You cant see that I got it but its tucked You wanna gamble nigga, try your luck Shootin dice, rollin cookies up Expensive life, you cant do it like us We mixin the Act with the Hi-Tech and Tussan, Pablo Juan

I want a thousand pounds of weed I want a thousand bricks of weed Im 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 I want a thousand bricks of weed Im 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 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 Im like I dont even trap no more I been makin these Ks out the studio I aint even been around to serve my folks I aint touched a brick in so long Im like look dont call my phone, I barely know whats goin on It be like damn thats your bro, I seen that nigga at your show I aint been it, I aint in it I been tryna chase these millions I been fucking all these bitches Now my ho wont leave me lone Talkin bout I did her wrong Im like fuck that shit, Im gone Im goin back to the hood Put all my lil niggas on I want a thousand pounds of weed I want a thousand bricks of weed Im 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 I want a thousand bricks of weed Im 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 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 Ima feed em If its pressure then we squeeze em Red dot, I dont like you if you Cleveland Got a couple crips ridin with me and I aint from Four Seasons I told Lil Baby that Im 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, lets set up shop I sent a hundred fuckin blocks Took over the street nigga, we rock I want a thousand pounds of weed I want a thousand bricks of weed Im 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 I want a thousand bricks of weed Im 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

Cant come around, we dont trust you Ran through the streets with the muzzle None of my niggas dont tussle If you want smoke gon bust you Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Cant come around, we dont trust you Run through the streets with the muzzle None of my niggas gon tussle If you want smoke gon bust you Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Got my pistol on me, aint got time to scuffle Three hundred racks in all hundreds, sittin inside a duffel Come from the block, we didnt have much so all we know is hustle Red bottoms, they dont got a scuff on em Catch the opps down bad and bust on em Same bitches didnt wanna fuck with em Now them bitches all wanna fuck with em We catch a private jet to LA, we land in two hours I make a hundred racks every week, I need some new problems Me and my bitches just be goin crazy, we got a shoe problem Money on my line keep on callin Friends are dead, I step inside a coffin Run off on the plug and then we off him Every night a different city ballin They just wanna see me do bad, but I got a lot of new cash Everywhere I go a blue rag, and I got a lot of blue cash Cant come around, we dont trust you Ran through the streets with the muzzle None of my niggas dont tussle If you want smoke gon bust you Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Cant come around, we dont trust you Run through the streets with the muzzle None of my niggas gon tussle If you want smoke gon bust you Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Fuck all my haters, I dont owe you nothin Fuck up a check and then made me another one I hit the streets, cause some pandemonium Broke the remote, aint nobody controllin him Slicker than oil when it come to these bitches No wonder they cant keep a hold on me Nigga be lookin like he aint tough Got my change up, all this gold on me Lord knows I done came up A hundred racks in my sock drawer But its not enough cause I want more No its not enough cause I want more So much money on me, you would think that I grow it on trees in my backyard I had to get it out the concrete, I feel the need to go that hard They call me drip lord, leave sauce on the six when I hop out the NASCAR Bitch got a pitchfork, she bad as hell, tell your ho keep a mask on Im gettin green like a golf course, hit a hole in one with my chains on Im gettin green like a golf course, hit a hole in one with my chains on Cant come around, we dont trust you Ran through the streets with the muzzle None of my niggas dont tussle If you want smoke gon bust you Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Cant come around, we dont trust you Run through the streets with the muzzle None of my niggas gon tussle If you want smoke gon bust you Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel Hundred racks stashed in the duffel

Heh! Its Gucci Shoutout my partner Khao, man Hey, he back at it Mathematics, heh, ha Lets go, go I just put the roof in the trunk so they lookin, yeah Khao did the beat so they motherfuckin crippin, dawg Gave you niggas style like a boss so you drippin I aint trippin, I just had to introduce you to the deal, thats right You cant have your chick until Im done with her I just hit the club and have fun with her You cant have your chick until Im done with her I just hit the club and have fun with her Big Guwop and I aint playin with people All my goons carrying straps everyday like its legal Keep a bowl with the dope, I used to stay with the Eagle Robin Hood of the 6, Im a genius but evil Plus the coupe sit low and the plane from Tokyo All these Spyders, she got scared, got arachnophobia Im the shit from Zone 6 back to Ethiopia All these diamond bracelets on me gave my wrist pneumonia All my shooters posing smokin, gas loud as ammonia All these designer privates got these women glass and they on us I can call right now and make you come if I wanna Im a plug when I wanna , stretch two lows round the corner I just put the roof in the trunk so they lookin, yeah Khao did the beat so they motherfuckin crippin, dawg Gave you niggas style like a boss so you drippin I aint trippin, I just had to introduce you to the deal, thats right You cant have your chick until Im done with her I just hit the club and have fun with her You cant have your chick until Im done with her I just hit the club and have fun with her Aint get no job, if it get hard then we gon rob, yeah We aint gon starve, that aint no motherfuckin option Different car, different broad, I got options Got my phone on the charge, cause Im poppin Standin on stage with racks in my pants, you niggas done stand too close Gun in my pants, this shit aint legit, a nigga dont care no more Yeah, my dawg caught a body, his face on the news, now he going on the run All the niggas smoke big blunts, if you wanna smoke get down Diamonds my hands shine bright, Im too rich to get into a fight I just wanna fuck her for a night, tell her off and send her on a flight Amiri jean, denim fit tight, double seat, so I walk light V12, S 65, pulled up, killed em on sight I just put the roof in the trunk so they lookin, yeah Khao did the beat so they motherfuckin crippin, dawg Gave you niggas style like a boss so you drippin I aint trippin, I just had to introduce you to the deal, thats right You cant have your chick until Im done with her I just hit the club and have fun with her You cant have your chick until Im done with her I just hit the club and have fun with her Racks , I love the way it stacks Hundred bands times two cause you know I double that You know we the trendsetters and these niggas copycats Grind the pole, get in that motion, cause you know we into that Gucci on my shoes , my belt, thats above my waistline Every time I send that heat it make a youngin wanna slide Diamonds cost bout fifty bands and I did not rent mine Before my niggas in the struggle, on the gang, its alright Ayy, still the same nigga , humble, never changed nigga Broski bang with us , if a nigga lame, nigga Catch a opp, Im staining them , since he wanna play with us I really changed nigga , was down bad with Ks, nigga I just put the roof in the trunk so they lookin, yeah Khao did the beat so they motherfuckin crippin, dawg Gave you niggas style like a boss so you drippin I aint trippin, I just had to introduce you to the deal, thats right You cant have your chick until Im done with her I just hit the club and have fun with her You cant have your chick until Im done with her I just hit the club and have fun with her Handcuffin, that dont mean nothin Youre handcuffin, that dont mean nothin Youre handcuffin, that dont mean nothin Youre handcuffin, that dont mean nothin Hey, thats it, ha Gucci, Lil Baby, YBN Nahmir, Tabius Tate, Khao Youre welcome, ha

Yeah, yeah Double G and CC on me, I let the cream go Whole lotta hundreds on me, it got em pissed off No, it aint no stunting on me, bitch, Im a big dawg If any nigga stepping to me, I get you picked off Yeah, riding round the city with it on me I cant fuck with these niggas, they phony Niggas saying that, they really gotta show me Eight hundred shots off top for my brodie Double G and CC on me, I let the cream go Whole lotta hundreds on me, it got em pissed off No, it aint no stunting on me, bitch, Im a big dawg If any nigga stepping to me, I get you picked off Yeah, riding round the city with it on me I cant fuck with these niggas, they phony Niggas saying that, they really gotta show me Eight hundred shots off top for my brodie Ima pop out Ima pop out on a real, real idiot Cartier frames, these Chanel, we invented Ima give some cash, give a damn who get it If the bitch bout the cash, Ima know that she my old lie Wristpiece, Im making a wrong time Keep up with you, get the wrong vibe Frank Lucas, on the front row rocking a mink coat Playing with some paper, they think you working at Sliding through your hood, they kill you Fucked up a load, and cedar floor banjo Im an ape in the new Bape camo Shit lit like the top of a candle Extra ammo, feeling like Rambo Bout to look at my clothes, look like one of the models Be going back and forth on the runway Get out of line with the bros and pillow talking to hoes The two things thats gon lead you to some gunplay I gotta win, I came too far to lose Gon need a mop for the spill, Im dripping too hard, fuck you Double G and CC on me, I let the cream go Whole lotta hundreds on me, it got em pissed off No, it aint no stunting on me, bitch, Im a big dawg If any nigga stepping to me, I get you picked off Yeah, riding round the city with it on me I cant fuck with these niggas, they phony Niggas saying that, they really gotta show me Eight hundred shots off top for my brodie Double G and CC on me, I let the cream go Whole lotta hundreds on me, it got em pissed off No, it aint no stunting on me, bitch, Im a big dawg If any nigga stepping to me, I get you picked off Yeah, riding round the city with it on me I cant fuck with these niggas, they phony Niggas saying that, they really gotta show me Eight hundred shots off top for my brodie First off all, you gotta show me, dont got emotions I got billboards on blocks I used to post in Needing cash every two days, we couldnt boast Needing new Chanel and she got white toes and shit She get a new Patek, she dont gotta turn her Rollies in I aint going in if I can get the brodies in They was having doubts, but fuck it, I showed em them Hopping out with sticks, you gotta put your shoulder in it Pushing on my broads, youd think my hoes was rented We living in and out only, it aint no tinted The police tripping on me but I dont know who did it And everybody gangster so I dont know who with it Riding round the city with it on I been wearing not cologne Had too many hundreds and I had to Fuck about an opp, kill him, put him in a song, yeah Double G stocking, go up to a yeah Bet when I follow em right back to the block I kept on marching, landed at the top They cap like its easy, nigga, it was hard My beef with the system, nigga, free the boys Dont want handcuffs, put Rollies on they arms I put the gang on, everybody charmed Fore I lay down, I gotta go too hard Double G and CC on me, I let the cream go Whole lotta hundreds on me, it got em pissed off No, it aint no stunting on me, bitch, Im a big dawg If any nigga stepping to me, I get you picked off Yeah, riding round the city with it on me I cant fuck with these niggas, they phony Niggas saying that, they really gotta show me Eight hundred shots off top for my brodie Double G and CC on me, I let the cream go Whole lotta hundreds on me, it got em pissed off No, it aint no stunting on me, bitch, Im a big dawg If any nigga stepping to me, I get you picked off Yeah, riding round the city with it on me I cant fuck with these niggas, they phony Niggas saying that, they really gotta show me Eight hundred shots off top for my brodie Whole lotta hundreds on me, it got em pissed off Whole lotta hundreds on me, it got em pissed off I cant fuck with these niggas, they phony Eight hundred shots off top for my brodie Got em pissed off Yeah With it on me They phony Gotta show me, ayy

I am Greytest Ayy Kyd, make me a beat like It be something bout your vibe that be throwing me off Middle fingers to the ones remember counting me out If he speak up on my game, aint gon running your mouth It wont never be the same, feel like Im letting you down They tried to kill me, had to tell em that Im sticking around Hallucinations of my homie when Im facing the loud I make mistakes, but this time I swear Im making it count We catch a casе, I shut my face, no, I aint making a sound You get abused by thе internet, no, I aint into that Tahoe tinted black, my flow sticking that Catch him outside, grab that chopper and we spin it back Free the Southside all my niggas, they was in a cell Too many cameras like a dozen shots gon fly out that car Put respect up on my name, my son gotta carry it on I cannot give you my heart, baby girl, cause half of its gone I been that nigga, I was wilding since the day was I born I dont bite my tongue, that shit hurt Been through pain, Im a winner Dont play no games with beginners PB J was for dinner I cut em off, hit the scissors Too many times, I done been hurt How can they not get the picture? I got more shots than the Clippers I told my mama that I got her so many times I told my brother that I got him so many times No, I cant trust you, all my life they told a nigga lies We in this race and Ima see him at the finish line And pussy, I aint got no rat Nigga want that smoke, we pull up knocking off his head I remember Skimo told me its a target on your back They dont love me how they said, man, I know that thats a fact And they gon come for me one day, I put like thirty in my strap And that still aint enough Dont give a fuck about your kid, why would you play with us? Dont give a fuck bout what you did, we let them bangers bust And if he really want that smoke, it can get dangerous I be all on you niggas soft, you boys cant hang with us Shoutout from Slauson Ave, we ashing angel dust Check out all my pics from four fingers up Everybody spiff it, they official if they bang with us Used to think I cant win, goddamn, my chain hitting I call G5 twin, we both get loads in We drive the same Benz, this aint the same Benz He was tryna go that way but that road closed, his lane ended Going forward, gotta get it, I aint gon never let it haunt me BDG but we do everything on Front street Brand new Jeep, every corner, I make the tires bleed You cant despite me, nah Living life and these niggas living lies Living life and these niggas living lies Living life and these niggas living lies I aint expect this but I always knew I was chosen I never expected so many bonds to be broken Im like fuck it though, them folks know not to speak unless they spoken to We aint ducking no action, we keep tools I move smooth around these loose screws cause I got shit to lose Niggas dont really want no problems, heard they hollering for truce Why these niggas watch my every move like they aint got no life? Low life, I be in my bag, I might pull up on a nigga ho like Give me that, fuck her from the back and send her back We do plenty that, thats a Fendi fact, go check the stats We got automatic guns with us in traffic, like whats cracking? I dont believe these niggas when they rapping, niggas be capping All these niggas living lies, all these niggas in disguise I aint fucking with them guys I cant go out like these hoes, no Sticking to the G code I aint telling no lies

Lyrics from Snippet ...Thuggin Its so real and you know when Im taxin Get to ballin, Ima score, Im not passin Got no girls but one hoe, know I aint clashin it I done ran up a dub on they ass again For the streets, Im the voice, Im a African Ask the plug, thats the most he done ever seen Niggas broke, whats the most you could never spend? Gettin paid, this the most I done ever saved

Ooh Yeah Ooh I told my jeweler to double my ice I told my plug he get double the price Double the package, I hit it like Mike Im in the field, not your typical dyke Out of the life is too be up all night Married the streets so you cant be my wife I smoke Gelato, just look at my eyes Lil bitch came up from flippin them pies I could just look at you, tell that you lying Uppin my rake, nigga, out on the rise Money alone make a bitch fall in line She love me, she hate me, then shoot up them lines Soft in the game so she hittin them lines Sleep in the trap, bitch, I stay on the grind Walk in that Gucci, that tippy-toe Textin you bitch, bet you love that hoe, huh? Pull up and stunt cause Im flossin too much I got that drop, nigga, I got the touch Drivin that foreign, I came from the bus Sippin red lean, I came from the Tuss , you actin all tough Stretchin my jeans, I think they gon bust I woke up to drugs this morn, yeah Woke up with a new plug this morn, yeah I woke up with drugs this morn, yeah Woke up with a new plug this morn, yeah I woke up with drugs this morn, yeah Woke up with a new plug this morn, yeah Woke up with a new plug this morn Quarter million, went and bought a brand new foreign Balenciagas, I dont really rock the new Jordans Hit her once, now she say she feelin important These from overseas, so they had to import Screamin Free the gang, middle finger the warden Patek, Audemars Piguet, all are like water Drippin like a faucet, stickin dick in your daughter Earrings stay on fleek, my pinky ring cost a quarter Gettin them pounds from the border You can come place your order Only hit the bitch once, FaceTime, I ignored her Instagram I explore, couple racks for a whore Backwoods, need more Pack goin out the door I woke up to drugs this morn, yeah Woke up with a new plug this morn, yeah I woke up with drugs this morn, yeah Woke up with a new plug this morn, yeah I woke up with drugs this morn, yeah Woke up with a new plug this morn, yeah

Lyrics from Snippets Prolly never set the time on my watch, this shit the flex for me You say she aint hittin, she get wet for me I was in the trenches tryin my best to be a kingpin Crushed the whole last year, now its time to go again Cant wait til this virus end, Im packin out my shows again Used to want two hunnid, now its four, you know I double shit Soon as I catch them Im gon get up, I aint on no cutter shit Try to fuck my bitch behind my back, that aint no brother shit Catch me out in traffic in some other shit I done everything I wanted to do, I made another mil YEEZY Diamonds dancin on me, Chris Breezy Swеar EST Gee the new Jeezy Come through in that CR1 creepin, crawlin Pay attеntion, you already peep us ballin Eight times out of ten, this shit Im sayin is really real Went so hard last year, my label gave me twenty Ms Im cool with that, you shoot at me, Im shootin back Glock .23, a fool with that, bitch, this a Demon, its not a Cat Took my semen and left her scratch Guess this her lil evidence Im the one who really run this shit, I swear its evident, ah, yeah How you comin? With a lotta money Hunnids, dubs gon take too long to count Yeah, put a dub in lil bro mouth, yeah Play with us, we gun you down, yeah Yeah, this jacket, its Dior, I remember bein...

Heard you wanna shine like Beyoncé Workin overtime need no rest days Haters keep throwin shade, as always Dont let your feelings get in the way Put on your lipstick, girl, its your day Let them bring you down, shawty, no way Ayy, keep your dreams alive, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy, please dont let them die, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Get it right now Your focus is to have a better life now And, no, it aint easy being broke Its two AM, you ready for the show Just go and get your money Dealing with all these nonsense, criticism, judgement Baby, youre a diamond in the rough They just need to get to know you Now worry about the things you do And the truth is you have no real friends and shit Everythings a lie and everyones full of shit Girl, just pop four of your buttons, make these niggas go crazy Grind and mind your business Try to grow up around them killers and sticks Aint you gotta three-year-old kids named Rich? I can understand the reason why you drop it low Pickin up all the cash after a show Put on your lipstick, girl, its your day Dont let them bring you down, shawty, no way Ayy, keep your dreams alive, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Please dont let them die yeah, yeah, yeah Aint no time to play do it your way These niggas love you thats what they all say Keep your dreams alive, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy, please dont let them die, now Babe, make you feel enlightened whenever Im inside I can be your choice of words if ever you cant decide Ill send my chauffeur you aint never gotta drive Yeah she wear chanel whenever she come outside I can turn your dream to reality Valentino jackets like its fashion week Sittin on the floor sees like champ You dont play with me Feelin like she caged in I told her to let it free Herd you wanna shine like Beyoncé Workin overtime need no rest days Haters keep throwin shade, as always Dont let your feelings get in the way Put on your lipstick, girl, its your day Let them bring you down, shawty, no way Ayy, keep your dreams alive, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy, please dont let them die, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Aint no time to play do it your way These niggas love you, baby, thats what they all say Keep your dreams alive, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy, please dont let them die, now

Im trending, Im trending Shootin dice, shirt off in the middle of Memphis, of Memphis I know them niggas hitters so all the sticks came with me, with me Shootin ceelo, fucked around, won a fifty, a fifty It was me and C-Bo, Z-Bo gettin busy, busy Niggas screaming they dont like me Fuck them niggas, we can get it, get it Nigga shot at the Sprinter, not a shot didnt even hit it, hit it Soon as we find out who did it, he gon come up missin, missin Go against me, lose your life, this shit can get risky, risky Ah shit, ah shit Im in the booth with a carbon Niggas be sayin they gon rob me See them niggas, they keep walkin Im with my dogs, they barking Any problems, then they sparking We was posted up on Spark Tryna get it in the dark Nigga we gettin it, we gettin I fuck with Yo Gotti and Dolph so this shit aint my business, my business You need a pack and the money good, Ima send it, send it My youngins shootin shit, they dont give a fuck, they ignant, they ignant I aint goin back and forth, a nigga better not diss me I did my time on my own Stood up like a man and claimed that shit Every time I turn around, a pussy nigga got my name in shit I bust it down with my niggas, I do my show with my glizzy Fuckin other niggas bitches, Hi-Tech on me, I been sippin They just keep on takin pictures, they know me Im trending, Im trending Shootin dice, shirt off in the middle of Memphis, of Memphis I know them niggas hitters so all the sticks came with me, with me Shootin ceelo, fucked around, won a fifty, a fifty It was me and C-Bo, Z-Bo gettin busy, busy Niggas screaming they dont like me Fuck them niggas, we can get it, get it Nigga shot at the Sprinter, not a shot didnt even hit it, hit it Soon as we find out who did it, he gon come up missin, missin Go against me, lose your life, this shit can get risky, risky Im in this bitch with Lil Marlo Im sippin syrup by the bottle, yeah yeah Bitches love me, they gon follow They gon bust it for a dollar, yeah yeah Zay, that my brother, swear that I love him Nigga try him, we gon bust, it get ugly Me and Big Dre was fucked up together I found a plug and sent some pounds to the ghetto I had to sell some bags to make a profit I get the money, aint no other option Aint cuffin no bitch, I dont fuck with the coppin Get the bag and bust it down with my partners Im trending Built Ford tough, I aint foldin, I aint bending, bending Count the money last night and this shit was a million, million I had a vision I was gon be rich I spent a whole seventy on my wrist I wont go in if my lil niggas cant get in They was frontin on a nigga back then Now I done fucked her and all of her friends Shell never give that answer again They aint write when I was stuck in the pen Guess them niggas couldnt find a pen Im trending, Im trending Shootin dice, shirt off in the middle of Memphis, of Memphis I know them niggas hitters so all the sticks came with me, with me Shootin ceelo, fucked around, won a fifty, a fifty It was me and C-Bo, Z-Bo gettin busy, busy Niggas screaming they dont like me Fuck them niggas, we can get it, get it Nigga shot at the Sprinter, not a shot didnt even hit it, hit it Soon as we find out who did it, he gon come up missin, missin Go against me, lose your life, this shit can get risky, risky

Yeah, yeah Got my ways from the block Not my dad, no shame on my pops Tryna change the game and how I rock My son be saying Glock My mans still selling weed but he aint me so I cant tell him stop Then again Im happy its just weed and he aint selling block Young, rich, and black hopping out Maybachs Build my catalogue up get some artists so I can lay back Thought I was dumb but I got too much sense under this A hat Answer every call I know its hard I told him we gonna shake back All the shit we done when we was young Im guessing this is payback Heard they give you deals for meals somebody tell me where I pay at Heard you still be in the field been here for years this where Im safe at Me, God, and Ben Frank the only ones know where my safe at Fuck all that being calm I bought a foreign its on the way back Had a spot on every street it aint no condo we aint play at In your heart know Im the one seem like your tongue wont let you say that We gonna fire all our arms this your warning nigga stay back Baguetti spaghetti all on my arm I used to starve M in my garage I really used to steal cars Petty shit dont bother me I know I was gonna go far Only thing that bothers me is my sons without their fathers Im just being honest Never show no feelings about money thats a womens trait My momma good, my sisters good, I turned up my whole fucking hood

Hey Hey Hey BigWalkDog Whole lotta ice On some, yall motherfuckers Hey Ice on me hittin Cartier piss In the dark, let it flick Baguette jump out the pendant Wafi did this Johnny dont miss Hold up your wrist Hold it like this Left wrist snow cone, water on both arms Pendant fifty, I aint put the rope on All white bricks with the coke on Wafi told me this AP four-tone You aint seen brr like this in so long So much ice, I feel like Frozone Wrist wont unthaw when you blow on it Custom piece on the way, its a go on it Went to Wafi and I spent four Os on it Know it came with a case, no bow on it Wop put me in the game, Ima score on it In the dark, all my ice show, dont it? Hit different when you put slo-mo on it If the chain dont hit, its a no on it If you reach for the chain, Ima blow somethin Whats your budget? WalkDog said no number Ice on me hittin Cartier piss In the dark, let it flick Baguette jump out the pendant Wafi did this Johnny dont miss Hold up your wrist Hold it like this Ice on me hittin Cartier piss In the dark, let it flick Baguette jump out the pendant Wafi did this Johnny dont miss Hold up your wrist Hold it like this Hustlin my ass off Every day, I went out, gettin them bags off Tryna come up, I aint really have much Had to save what I get, let it add up I was playin the block, I aint have sports Gotta get you a watch if you want you a trophy I was so focused, we had a run, if you know me, you noticed Upgrade my jewelry, I hope that you notice me New Richard Mille on, I paid four How much the other watch? I dont even know All of this shit, cant believe I was poor Niggas watchin me just to see which way to go She like, Bae, thats enough, Im like, I need some more I move different from niggas, I come from that 4 Could be doin them bad, but Im keepin it low Cartier watches, I gave mine away Six hundred thousand on just for the day Let me remind em Im not one to play with .223 somewhere, you know that I stay with All my shit shinin, you know that I stay lit I got some shit on my wrist, cost a Maybach I gave em all a loan, nobody pay back You wanna be me? Lil nigga, then say that Go in Wafi, they treat me like the president Ice on me hittin Cartier piss In the dark, let it flick Baguette jump out the pendant Wafi did this Johnny dont miss Hold up your wrist Hold it like this Ice on me hittin Cartier piss In the dark, let it flick Baguette jump out the pendant Wafi did this Johnny dont miss Hold up your wrist Hold it like this Nigga, two Cartiers on me, but I can go Richard Its a million plus four in my stash, Im straight Im a money-gettin nigga, gon feel where I come from All the opps dyin broke, they could never relate Before I met Gucci, it was just me and Drac See action, go in it, no tellin me wait As soon I wake up, go and hop in the stripe Tough tires on the back, cant move no, ayy Its a whole lotta, whole lotta ice on my neck Know I gotta protect with switch and the K Gotta be dumb, tryna take some from me Dont stop when Im blowin, now he carried away Stash spot still jumpin, I aint servin the Js Laws used to front on me, I was jumpin the gate Million dollar-some deal but I still be robbin Summertime, bust your shit up, aint nobody safe, Big Blrrrd Ice on me hittin Cartier piss In the dark, let it flick Baguette jump out the pendant Wafi did this Johnny dont miss Hold up your wrist Hold it like this Ice on me hittin Cartier piss In the dark, let it flick Baguette jump out the pendant Wafi did this Johnny dont miss Hold up your wrist Hold it like this

Im just a bachelor Looking for a partner Someone who knows how to ride Without even fall in love It’s gotta be compatible Take me to my limits Girl when I break you off I promise you, you wont wanna get off If youre horny, let’s do it Ride it, my pony My shadows, waiting, so common Jump on it If youre horny, lets do it Ride it, my pony My shadows, waiting, so common Jump on it Jump on it Show me you love me and suck on it I can sit back, now Im up on em Hop on it hard aint no hope on it My pony just so happen to be a Ferrari Double R truck, hurt their feelings, ooh Im sorry She want Birkin bag, she through with Chanel She get whatever and white on her nails Stay on my ass, and I be on her tail You can get my love anywhere Tellin you now, I don’t care Everything gonna be alright Come and ride on my- my Yeah, on my- If you’re horny, lets do it Ride it, my pony My shadows, waiting, so common Jump on it If you’re horny, lets do it Ride it, my pony My shadows, waiting, so common Jump on it Were gonna get nasty baby Until we reach the string You can join my jockey team If youre horny, let’s do it Ride it, my pony My shadows, waiting, so common Jump on it If youre horny, lets do it Ride it, my pony My shadows, waiting, so common Jump on it If youre horny, lets do it Ride it, my pony My shadows, waiting, so common Jump on it If youre horny, lets do it Ride it, my pony My shadows, waiting, so common Jump on it

Lyrics from Snippets We done made it to another year, Im swipin all my cards again Everything is the latest, cant complain cause I made it Who am I gon judge? I dont never hold nothin I dont never hold grudges Went to Miami for a concert Hit Chanel store for my baby I spent three hundred on the Mercedes If I keep going, Ill be the greatest I put I wasnt sad, its just the lil feeling you get when you made it ...Celtics Tried to quit the lean but I cant help it Ill be rich as fuck until Im breathlеss Made a million bucks today for breakfast Therеs not a lot of us, we dont need extras Real Atlanta nigga, free lil Yola, I aint gon let up Yeah understand Two stacks on me when I pull on the Glock, dont need no helping hand, uh, uh, uh

All we wanted was a Rollie In my city, thats a trophy Only run into them new bags No more running from the police We did it again We got no time to pretend Too many goals, too many ends, too many wins, too many Ms All we wanted was a Rollie In my city, thats a trophy Only run into them new bags No more running from the police We did it again We got no time to pretend Too many goals, too many ends, too many wins, too many Ms They dont wanna see me lane switching Coming up, now they act different Just because I got a new bag I been focused on a new mission Everybody wanna be Jordan Hey, thats my nigga, got a big picture They aint wanna stay down with me Bobby Brown, no New Edition Ride a Bentley through the paint Had to level up, you done made a name, yuh Balenciaga, not a stain, house up on the wrist, water on the chain, yeah Pressure make diamonds in my head Its all about time in my head Too many dying too fast, I cant stay silent in my head Really, Im just tryna make a wave Pressure on me, feel like day to day Vision clearer through these Cartiers Pray this moment never fade away I dont got time to waste Gotta keeps smiles on my mamas face Gotta keep diamonds on Rollie face Throwin my hat to motivate All we wanted was a Rollie In my city, thats a trophy Only run into them new bags No more running from the police We did it again We got no time to pretend Too many goals, too many ends, too many wins, too many Ms All we wanted was a Rollie In my city, thats a trophy Only run into them new bags No more running from the police We did it again We got no time to pretend Too many goals, too many ends, too many wins, too many Ms Too many haters, they get in my way Aint no new business shit, get out my way Carti, Evenchi, they sit on my face I know back in the day, I was gonna be great I put them racks on everybody plate We having Thanksgiving everyday Presidential Rollies like Im in first place, they cant keep up with the kid on my worst day Roll me some weed, hit my drank, I can concentrate We got them Glocks and we all would have confrontation Nowadays I get paid for my conversation I be catching the vibe, I can feel em hating Pull up, Demon, but I dont believe in Satan Keep that Blicky on me, I cant let em play me I been feeling its safe to say I done made it I still hang in the streets where they say its dangerous I was messing with shawty when I was nameless I be out by myself, I forget Im famous I still hang with the gang, I been throwing fingers Keep that five by my side, Ill throw it at em If the vibe aint enough then Im going at her They say Im at the top but I need a ladder I do this for my people so it dont matter, Baby All we wanted was a Rollie In my city, thats a trophy Only run into them new bags No more running from the police We did it again We got no time to pretend Too many goals, too many ends, too many wins, too many Ms All we wanted was a Rollie In my city, thats a trophy Only run into them new bags No more running from the police We did it again We got no time to pretend Too many goals, too many ends, too many wins, too many Ms

Nevermind me Yeah Switch it up Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy Whatever you want it, Im wit’ it, you ridin, Im whippin That skrilla, go get it, lil’ nigga Brand new blue mazi, it came with the paper That engine gon break when I hit it, lil nigga Whatever you start, Ima end it, lil nigga My partner locked down wit no sentence, lil nigga Straight out the dome, salute the lieutenant Do you get it, lil nigga? Stop playing with them lil’ niggas Them bullets will go through a building, lil’ nigga Huh, like, this that lil nigga that shot through the building when children was in it? Shit, nigga, that can’t be snitchin Youll never know what they gon do to a witness Your bitch like this crippin Never know what she gon’ do wit a 60 Ha, big on big, aint got no children, she ate my kid Yeah, ha, big on big, fuck same time, you know I did Yeah, she said we did it on the the bed I was drunk, I had no idea Yeah, bitch I snuck through the back, not the front They dont even know Im here She be dead in love Talkin like she know about a thug Talkin like she know about the water round my neck She a duck cause she know about the tub Somebody get bro up out the club Fake ass love and the hugs I was broke, didnt know where nobody was I aint showing nobody no love! Whatever you want it, Im wit it, you ridin, Im whippin That skrilla, go get it, lil nigga Brand new blue mazi, it came with the paper That engine gon break when I hit it, lil nigga Whatever you start, Ima end it, lil nigga My partner locked down wit no sentence, lil nigga Straight out the dome, salute the lieutenant Do you get it, lil nigga? Stop playing with them lil niggas Them bullets will go through a building, lil nigga Huh, like, this that lil nigga that shot through the building when children was in it? Shit, nigga, that cant be snitchin Youll never know what they gon do to a witness Your bitch like this crippin Never know what she gon do wit a 60 Play wit the money, Monopoly I run this shit, I dont see nobody stopping me Its like I studied this shit and they copyin Im getting better, it dont even bother me She let me hit when I want, she dont lie to me Same ones who doubted is sayin they proud of me I keep that brick on my hip cause I gotta be She hit the tip, make that shit come up out of me I know the jackers be dreamin of robbin me I got the key on this bitch, you wanna follow me? Trippin, I DMd this bitch, told her swallow me Im on they necks wit this shit like a collar, B Bruh in the cap wit the ski like its Halloween Im at the top of the top, they will never see Im too one hunnid, some shit theyll never be Upload a pic of the drip, got em, let em see Whatever you want it, Im wit it, you ridin, Im whippin That skrilla, go get it, lil nigga Brand new blue mazi, it came with the paper That engine gon break when I hit it, lil nigga Whatever you start, Ima end it, lil nigga My partner locked down wit no sentence, lil nigga Straight out the dome, salute the lieutenant Do you get it, lil nigga? Stop playing with them lil niggas Them bullets will go through a building, lil nigga Huh, like, this that lil nigga that shot through the building when children was in it? Shit, nigga, that cant be snitchin Youll never know what they gon do to a witness Your bitch like this crippin Never know what she gon do wit a 60

Young nigga, fly shit, thank God Im on Give a dog a bone Give a dog a bone Young nigga, fly shit, thank God Im on Give a dog a bone Give a dog a bone Young nigga, fly shit, thank God Im on Give a dog a bone Give a dog a bone Young nigga, fly shit, thank God Im on Nigga real respected, all good in all zones Im feelin the energy, even my enemys I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL Ive been runnin shit since I was the age of 12 Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head Duck feds, lay low , they do what I say so I been gettin money since I learned how to walk for real I see the haters throwin shots, but they just talkin still I done came, oh so far from when I used to have to walk and steal 13, 14 we was really runnin round with them Glocks for real Poppin pills We dont get no sleep til the mornin I whip my dick out when she yawn Im on the tour bus, Ive been tourin I think Im gonna cop me a foreign I want a white 488, yeah I came off from sellin four 48s, yeah I came off from scammin and swipin Steal from my neighbor, Im triflin Finna go cop me a raptor Ride that lil bitch like a bison New Chanel boots, shawty look like she hikin Im takin her likin, yall textin, Im pipin I feel like a viking, Im all with the shits Shotgun shell turn his head to grits I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL Ive been runnin shit since I was the age of 12 Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head Duck feds, lay low , they do what I say so I been gettin money since I learned how to walk for real I see the haters throwin shots, but they just talkin still I done came, oh so far from when I used to have to walk and steal 13, 14 we was really runnin round with them Glocks for real Poppin pills Still duckin Feds cause I heard they lookin for me Got a hundred Dracos in the hood, I run up, homie Walk around with all this jewelry on They will not take it from me And them packs came from the West Coast Thats how we get the monies No cap, get em, got em, gone Give a dog a bone Young nigga, fly shit, thank God Im on Nigga real respected, all good in all zones Im feelin the energy, even my enemys I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL Ive been runnin shit since I was the age of 12 Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head Duck feds, lay low , they do what I say so I been gettin money since I learned how to walk for real I see the haters throwin shots, but they just talkin still I done came, oh so far from when I used to have to walk and steal 13, 14 we was really runnin round with them Glocks for real Poppin pills We dont get no sleep til the mornin I whip my dick out when she yawn Im on the tour bus, Ive been tourin I think Im gonna cop me a foreign I want a white 488, yeah I came off from sellin four 48s, yeah I came off from scammin and swipin Steal from my neighbor, Im triflin Finna go cop me a raptor Ride that lil bitch like a bison New Chanel boots, shawty look like she hikin Im takin her likin, yall textin, Im pipin I feel like a viking, Im all with the shits Shotgun shell turn his head to grits I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL Ive been runnin shit since I was the age of 12 Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head Duck feds, lay low , they do what I say so I been gettin money since I learned how to walk for real I see the haters throwin shots, but they just talkin still I done came, oh so far from when I used to have to walk and steal 13, 14 we was really runnin round with them Glocks for real Poppin pills Still duckin Feds cause I heard they lookin for me Got a hundred Dracos in the hood, I run up, homie Walk around with all this jewelry on They will not take it from me And them packs came from the West Coast Thats how we get the monies No cap, get em, got em, gone Give a dog a bone Young nigga, fly shit, thank God Im on Give a dog a bone Give a dog a bone Young nigga, fly shit, thank God Im on Give a dog a bone Give a dog a bone Young nigga, fly shit, thank God Im on Give a dog a bone Give a dog a bone Young nigga, fly shit, thank God Im on Give a dog a bone Give a dog a bone Young nigga, fly shit, thank God Im on Give a dog a bone Give a dog a bone Young nigga, fly shit, thank God Im on Give a dog a bone Give a dog a bone Young nigga, fly shit, thank God Im on Nigga real respected

Yeah we six, but no we not Texas Poppin tags, you know we not stressin Hit the gas, but no Im not flexin Car goin fast, I hope I dont wreck it Get the racks, but that aint my checks If you not bad you cant come in this section Got so many bands, they tryna impress me Got two hundred bands in the trunk of the Lexus Get to kickin shit just like we Tekken Now we cant kick it, I just want the Becky I stuck my dick in her face and her leggings Then I started filming it, yeah Im messy Yeah Im drippin, Im the freshest the lil jit like he precious And Im havin this shit, Im not begging Money stretched out down from Candler to West End I made the money stretch from the West End to the East Side They know what Im bangin, Im crip dawg Got some bloods hanging at the beehive That big shit aint nothin, Im ready lil nigga We tryna bury a nigga I put the dick in the stick, made a porno Tiger dont miss with the shot, he like Rondo We tryna go in your shit, its a kick door Dont need no maga bitch I want a rich ho Throwing forwards but Im running with 15 Nigga try the gang, everyone die Got the money so forever we ball Glizzys with the dick, we fuck em all Im in the 6, I be fuckin with Mal He get the word and he knock em off Yeah we six, but no we not Texas Poppin tags, you know we not stressin Hit the gas, but no Im not flexin Car goin fast, I hope I dont wreck it Get the racks, but that aint my checks If you not bad you cant come in this section Got so many bands, they tryna impress me Got two hundred bands in the trunk of the Lexus Get to kickin shit just like we Tekken Now we cant kick it, I just want the Becky I stuck my dick in her face and her leggings Then I started filming it, yeah Im messy Yeah Im drippin, Im the freshest the lil jit like he precious And Im havin this shit, Im not begging Money stretched out down from Candler to West End Money stretched out down from Candler to West End I cant go back and forth lil bitch, I want that Becky I did a show, they just paid me a nifty Had it wrapped right tight, it was nothin but blue hundreds I take a charge for my dawgs, Im like Vicky She the pressed Chromeharts cause my bitch is too picky Keep one in the hand cause these niggas play tricky Keep Four Pockets Full like I come from Oakland City Yeah we flexin, no we not stressin Bitch was trippin, she started makin some blessings Poppin tags, I just went to Jeffries My diamonds dance cause I went to Fezzy Get the head, fuck on your lil sister Bend her over, you know I dont kiss her Pull her hair while I grab on my pistol First I get the racks then I put it in checking Yeah we six, but no we not Texas Poppin tags, you know we not stressin Hit the gas, but no Im not flexin Car goin fast, I hope I dont wreck it Get the racks, but that aint my checks If you not bad you cant come in this section Got so many bands, they tryna impress me Got two hundred bands in the trunk of the Lexus Get to kickin shit just like we Tekken Now we cant kick it, I just want the Becky I stuck my dick in her face and her leggings Then I started filming it, yeah Im messy Yeah Im drippin, Im the freshest the lil jit like he precious And Im havin this shit, Im not begging Money stretched out down from Candler to West End

Lyrics from Snippets ...deep in the house Another reason we was gone ain’t want us sleeping on they couch I tried to trap shit, police came, I tried to hide the strap Had me fighting cases, on four bases for a year Shared locations with my brother when I go see my lil bitch Seen the papers, I be... ...I had got tired of walking around, I went and grabbed me a Buick I was just tryna sell some pounds, I never thought about music...

This money got me lookin like a lick So every day I gotta keep a stick Fiji water all over my wrist Patek on me cost a couple bricks Me and broke together dont exist Twenty missed calls from your bitch Didnt change, stick to the script What you put ins what you get Did a lot of work for this shit For times I was hurtin and shit Always been deservin and shit Knew I had a purpose in this Bentley truck, swervin that whip Wreck got me certain that clip Dirty thirty burning my hip Dirty money, turned it legit I had to run up a check, had to go get a Patek Diamonds is water, they wet, she got that water, that wet I want the most, nothin less, I had to put on for the set Double and triple them checks, I got a house on my neck I told Lil Baby, we bout to run it up crazy A broke bitch never could play me, them hunchos be comin in daily I went and bought me a Bentley truck, then I went bought a Mercedes Daddy he wasnt around, so the streets on the East had to raise me Young nigga came up servin, twenty-four hours Im workin Bein broke make me nervous, bein broke, I think Im allergic Aint gettin money, you worthless, Im bout to make me a purchase For all of the times I was hurtin, go and fuck up a check on purpose This money got me lookin like a lick So every day I gotta keep a stick Fiji water all over my wrist Patek on me cost a couple bricks Me and broke together dont exist Twenty missed calls from your bitch Didnt change, stick to the script What you put ins what you get Did a lot of work for this shit For times I was hurtin and shit Always been deservin and shit Knew I had a purpose in this Bentley truck, swervin that whip Wreck got me certain that clip Dirty thirty burning my hip Dirty money, turned it legit I got some dirty money out the streets Im puttin it up, my lil boy gotta eat I aint savin no ho, I aint cuffin no freak Went from trappin and standin up B, no BD Man these racks gettin big on my safe, Im the beast Most these niggas be vegans, they dont want no beef Im like Curry with the thirty, shoot for the three Got this cash, Ima buy it, wont rent it, wont lease Got another niggas bitch, she fuck me to sleep Got two flooded watches, Rollie and a Patek Screamin free all my dogs til they let off they leash I be super humble, got em thinkin Im sweet But they never know I got an FN on me I been servin weed and lean and bricks of the D In my own lane, I dont race, dont compete I been rollin up, bout a pound of OG On promethazine, if I dont sip I cant sleep When its crunch time, windows down, we gon creep Sent a hit then Im goin on tour for the week I been smilin hard, spend a bag on my teeth Put my name in a song, you gon wake up a beat She gon give me donut, suck it all til Im weak And Im always gon win, they can never defeat Stay on my feet, shout out to Skeet This money got me lookin like a lick So every day I gotta keep a stick Fiji water all over my wrist Patek on me cost a couple bricks Me and broke together dont exist Twenty missed calls from your bitch Didnt change, stick to the script What you put ins what you get Did a lot of work for this shit For times I was hurtin and shit Always been deservin and shit Knew I had a purpose in this Bentley truck, swervin that whip Wreck got me certain that clip Dirty thirty burning my hip Dirty money, turned it legit This money got me lookin like a lick So every day I gotta keep a stick Fiji water all over my wrist Patek on me cost a couple bricks Me and broke together dont exist Twenty missed calls from your bitch Didnt change, stick to the script What you put ins what you get

I live by the code of the streets Dont leave the house without my motherfuckin heat  I roll Biscotti in the motherfuckin leaf Im the wave like the motherfuckin beach She the beauty, Im the motherfuckin beast When I talk, let me motherfuckin preach I got a trap for the motherfuckin lame Another trap for the motherfuckin weak Bad bitch on her mothefuckin knees She got ass, she got a motherfuckin peach Fuck that bitch, she a motherfuckin leech They love a nigga from the west to the east Got rich in these motherfuckin streets Im countin up mills, smokin gas, sippin lean I spend a mill on gas, sippin lean All these money roll, my tank still on E Im rich, but Im still a hood nigga Im rich, but Im still a hood nigga Im rich, but Im still a hood nigga Im rich, but Im still a hood nigga Pull that thirty up, go and get that nigga, ooh Im rich, but Im still a hood nigga And I still be in the trenches pourin syrup with the real ones Im a livin legend, thats a big one I pay cash for all my cars, man, that card, no shit, a headache Bustin hundreds out the wrapper, hit your nose, you get a headache I was really sendin packs from West Coast to Westend Im a young nigga, Im super turnt, I dont want no fuckin Maybach You got problems with us? You want smoke? Speak up, you need to say that When they shoot out, we scream murder When it land, I say payday Hundred rounds in the drum If I say it, they gon spray that And I still got hood habits, but Im rich now And dont ever get it twisted, we can get down Im rich, but Im still a hood nigga Im rich, but Im still a hood nigga Im rich, but Im still a hood nigga Im rich, but Im still a hood nigga Pull that thirty up, go and get that nigga, ooh

Man, hello Yeah, okay, yeah, okay Yeah Yeah, okay ho A nigga play, he end up missin Louis slippers, I aint slippin I been ballin, Scottie Pippen We-we been grindin, tryna get it A thousand pounds on the floor in the kitchen Brazil, come break em down Have my young niggas come shake you down I aint drippin, bitch, Im sticky Straight A, cost a ticket Paid cash, not rented My young niggas countin digits Your bitch mouth so sticky I might pull up in a Bentley Hu-hunnid rounds in a glizzy Ill shoot until its empty Itll leave a nigga sticky Got, got cheese like Wеndys Tell your ho, Come gеt it Tell her bring her friend with her Pussy good, Ill tip em Im just tryna get richer I-Im tryna stack me some commas M-Make them lil niggas put sticks on your mama Fuck nigga, do you want drama? A nigga play, he end up missin Louis slippers, I aint slippin I been ballin, Scottie Pippen We-we been grindin, tryna get it A thousand pounds on the floor in the kitchen Brazil, come break em down Have my young niggas come shake you down I aint drippin, bitch, Im sticky Rollie on me cost a fifty, bust down, bitch sticky All this money on me sticky, all these hoes on me sticky Draco, thats a stick , itll leave a nigga sticky Bad bitch ridin with me , and her pussy so sticky Sticky, Im poppin Percs like they Ritalin every day Country boy call us a hundred play Call the migos and tell them, Come, ándale Got a stick in the vest, Arnold Schwarzenegger Nigga know not to play, we go extra crazy Hop out, drippin like I just came straight off a mannequin New car, hit the block, then start panickin I got your bitch and her panties wet I done ran it up, a nigga cant handle me Im on the run with my manager Yeah, her pussy stay sticky We got room for more bitches Bought her hair with long inches Half a million independent Half a mill put in the ceilin Take a look at us, we winnin Gettin money, never endin Double Gs all in the linen Come in your spot and gon lay it down Jacket on me done like cost a pound We get some bands, then break em down I cannot hear you, Im on the mountain She a lil freak, I come in her mouth Come to the spot, fuck her on the couch Yeah, Rollie, we buss em down Yeah, booked in another town A nigga play, he end up missin Louis slippers, I aint slippin I been ballin, Scottie Pippen We-we been grindin, tryna get it A thousand pounds on the floor in the kitchen Brazil, come break em down Have my young niggas come shake you down I aint drippin, bitch, Im sticky Rollie on me cost a fifty, bust down, bitch sticky All this money on me sticky, all these hoes on me sticky Draco, thats a stick , itll leave a nigga sticky Bad bitch ridin with me , and her pussy so sticky A nigga play, he end up missin

Yeah, you know i sit back and think about it all alone In Ohio wit the Mafia Im not really that friendly dawg Im not that friendly I want that good Wake up and smoke us Tiptoein out the trap, gotta watch out for the rats I put a draco on the strap, please dont put me on your snap Im not that friendly here, I want that Bentley yeah Gucci and Fendi, Bobby and Whitney Ice, ice, ice I walked into ice My lil bitch sweet as ice cream I know she want a Ralph Lauren, hop on my team Ferrari, look like Spike, hows the beach sound with some ice? I know she want me, Im sorry, check your hygiene That pussy a lil spicy, I dont like mine with spice Shes tweakin, need no ice I thought you was scared of heights Both my niggas lost they life For some shit that happened on Bryce Thats why Im tiptoein out the trap, gotta watch out for the rats I put a draco on the strap, please dont put me on your snap Im not that friendly here, I want that Bentley yeah Gucci and Fendi, Bobby and Whitney Ice, ice, ice Im not your family, I told em I dont take no pictures He askin me Really? Yeah I pray to god he handle my friends I think I can handle my enemies Fu-fu-fully automatic, shoot til infinity Build Ford tough, it aint no bend in me I went from rags to riches for real I gotta keep a low profile I dont play games, I aint no child Just a young nigga thuggin ready to go wild We gon go toe to toe, we dont bow down What I really want is lovin thats my child Dra-dra-dracos and Xan, Im floatin, they do magic Disappear when I start clappin Most of these rap niggas actin They gon tell twelve when it happened, yeah Zo2s fat go fast, stirrin, Im tryna run my cash In Ohio wit the Mafia, you must aint heard Aint goin for now, everywhere I go I got my gun Im gon shoot back, I aint gon run Gotta make it home back to my son I gotta make it home, yeah Thats why Im tiptoein out the trap, gotta watch out for the rats I put a draco on the strap, please dont put me on your snap Im not that friendly here, I want that Bentley yeah Gucci and Fendi, Bobby and Whitney Ice, ice, ice I treat her like loose change She give me head in the back of the Mulsanne She sick and fed up, she fed up wit you lames You could do better than this Come l- come lets bag a lil bitch Dont you know better than this? You got em jealous of this You gon get caught mailin a brick Get hit in your melon for this Just keep your mouth closed This why we dont work on stoves Thats why Im tiptoein out the trap, gotta watch out for the rats I put a draco on the strap, please dont put me on your snap Im not that friendly here, I want that Bentley yeah Gucci and Fendi, Bobby and Whitney Ice, ice, ice Ice, ice, ice Im not that friendly here, I want that Bentley yeah Gucci and Fendi, Bobby and Whitney Ice, ice, ice

Baby and Boogie created the wave Yeah Spin the block, hit me as soon as you get the drop, yeah Get a lot, I swear to God I get a lot, yeah I run it up, I just bought a brand new Bentley truck, yeah, yeah Wait til I switch it up, pre-ordered a Rolls Royce truck, yeah, yeah We pullin up, we get recognition, now they notice us, yeah, yeah Wear the bust down or the plane jane, I can switch it up, yeah, yeah Look how times changed, I was down bad, now Im super up, yeah, yeah Ima stay the same, if he need a hand, Ima help him up, yeah, yeah I get in my bag, Amiri on my ass I got too much, swag drippin, too much swag Too much on my mind, too much time in Hermès I wish I could, bluff and never come back Now when I, ride, now I ride with the strap, ooh I lie to all the feds and the rats Free the guys, Montana and V12 Dont let them feed you lies, Im in my fuckin prime Richard Mille face, bust down Still aint got no fuckin time This aint no game boy, nah, it aint no Nintendo time Always gotta stay ten toes down, I aint no fuckin clown If you see an opp around, make sure you lay em down, uh Spin the block, hit me as soon as you get the drop, yeah Get a lot, I swear to God I get a lot, yeah I run it up, I just bought a brand new Bentley truck, yeah, yeah Wait til I switch it up, pre-ordered a Rolls Royce truck, yeah, yeah We pullin up, we get recognition, now they notice us, yeah, yeah Wear the bust down or the plane jane, I can switch it up, yeah, yeah Look how things changed, I was down bad, now Im super up, yeah, yeah Ima stay the same, if he need a hand, Ima help him up, yeah, yeah Rolls Royce truck on the way Straight cash, leases I dont play Amiri jeans the next sixty days Hop out sticky, a young nigga wavy Who is Baby? He been goin crazy Everything he drops sound amazin Tennis chains, hittin no fugazi Traphouse, we servin out the Days Inn Spin the block the block, then go and hit the neighbors Spin again then come and get the paper Everything Im sayin it be real talk Rich Shotta, put me on that plug walk Mota, mota, mota, thats that plug talk Im just doin donuts in the traphouse Run off with the bricks then dust my shirt off Aint no comin back, dawg, thats your fault Rolex all my watches Polo all my tank tops Hit your bitch, I left my jeans on She say my new shit her theme song Keep all my chains and I left my rings on Ive been doin good, is you proud of me? I done finally made it out of poverty Got some now with an apostrophe, yeah Spin the block, hit me as soon as you get the drop, yeah Get a lot, I swear to God I get a lot, yeah I run it up, I just bought a brand new Bentley truck, yeah, yeah Wait til I switch it up, pre-ordered a Rolls Royce truck, yeah, yeah We pullin up, we get recognition, now they notice us, yeah, yeah Wear the bust down or the plane jane, I can switch it up, yeah, yeah Look how things changed, I was down bad, now Im super up, yeah, yeah Ima stay the same, if he need a hand, Ima help him up, yeah, yeah

BL$$D I got the check on me They cannot check on me, yeah, ayy Check on me, check on me, I keep a check on me Now I gotta whole lotta money Now I gotta whole lotta money Now I gotta whole lotta money, yeah Yeah, and I got the check on me Fuck nigga cant flex on me, tryna steal my recipe A lot in the stash spot, and I ran the block hot, til I had a fat knot Yeah I got the check on me I got the check on me I got the check on me Yeah I got a check on me Fuck nigga dont check on me Cant get no sauce for free, still gotta pay the fee Yeah I got a check on me Yeah I got a big, big, big bag I can get a nigga touched like tag I dont know you, nigga you gon get taxed I cant fuck a bitch if she dont get waxed Smoking on Gelato put me in a vibe When you talk to me, look me in my eyes We keep them drums like a marching band We already fucked, now I want your friend Racks on me like I.D., fuck nigga dont try me Keep the heat right beside me, shouldve kept it cool like AC Seen the money, got mesmerized Flippin packs like its advertised Opportunities, had to capitalize Dirty money, had to sanitize Everyday I wake up, got that check on me These niggas really mad because Im next, on me Self made nigga, got it all out the street Im runnin to the money like a fuckin athlete Yeah, and I got the check on me Fuck nigga cant flex on me, tryna steal my recipe A lot in the stash spot, and I ran the block hot, til I had a fat knot Yeah I got the check on me I got the check on me I got the check on me Yeah I got a check on me Fuck nigga dont check on me Cant get no sauce for free, still gotta pay the fee Yeah I got a check on me I got a check on me like Im from Nike Town Say he up and loaded, we gon knock him down They gon throw in the towel, the 5th round We gon break that bitch down like a whole pound In Miami Im runnin with Zoe Pounds In Atlanta Im keepin my trey pound I done blew up, what they got to say now? You can get up out my face now Ridin round with them sticks Pull up on a nigga bitch Ten thousand on my fit Hundred thousand on my wrist Im sellin these bricks, they callin me a brick layer I fuck a nigga bitch, call me nigga bitch slayer On the block every morning like Tom Joyner Ran that shit up, my car foreign Bitch in the back, I dont need a women She got a good head on her shoulder She didnt even get no diploma Me, myself, and I, Im a loner Came up from nothin, I was hungry Now I got a whole lot of money Yeah, and I got the check on me Fuck nigga cant flex on me, tryna steal my recipe A lot in the stash spot, and I ran the block hot, til I had a fat knot Yeah I got the check on me I got the check on me I got the check on me Yeah I got a check on me Fuck nigga dont check on me Cant get no sauce for free, still gotta pay the fee Yeah I got a check on me

Down bad, bitch blacked out, look like Kash Doll I got racks dog, money in the back dog I aint goin back dog, used to sleepin on the mat dog I never ran from the shooters, Im only chasin the money, nonstop I never ran from the shooters,Im only chasin the money, nonstop I never run with the shooters, Im headed straight to the money, nonstop And I be hangin with shooters, Im runnin straight to the money, nonstop Like Im runnin four flats for these racks dog I love runnin four flats for these racks dog I can run a four flat for these racks dog Usain Bolt, Usain Bolt Ready set go, pssh, Im out of here Relay in these packs, Im tryna stack it half a mil this year Baby mama called, said need some help, I put her daycare Missing paper, thought the time would make her miss so she dont care Wolf ticket selling ass niggas only shootin flairs Twin Glock, Jordan Anniversary, them bitch came in pairs Corner fares frequently got me high up in the air Keep it on me, hate havin to find it when I get there Bentley Mulsanne, blew out the brain Got so much game I could never be a lame Keep two feet on my surfboard, I ride my own wave Nigga sippin like Lil Wayne, throw a dub in the Flame Got a bad thick brown skin bitch, look like Kash Doll My new lil bitch fuck me way better than my last broad I got all these different type of women in my call log These suckers out of date, these niggas still livin in last fall I never ran from the shooters, Im only chasin the money, nonstop I never ran from the shooters, Im only chasin the money, nonstop I never run with the shooters, Im headed straight to the money, nonstop And I be hangin with shooters, Im runnin straight to the money, nonstop Like Im runnin four flats for these racks dog I love runnin four flats for these racks dog I can run a four flat for these racks dog Usain Bolt, Usain Bolt Soon as I got that green light I was gone Paper chasing state to state but never forgot home Pass the baton, you know that Im gon run it Only thing I speak is money, write my raps in my blue hundreds, yeah Get you a pretty brown bitch and call her Kash Doll You can afford a bad bitch, you got the bag now Im never goin back to broke, you niggas heard me? Runnin to that money like Im Jackie, wanna curse me Nonstop Like Im runnin four flats for these racks dog I love runnin four flats for these racks dog I can run a four flat for these racks dog Usain Bolt, Usain Bolt Its a paper chase, runnin to the bank Keep a stankin AK that could Dre you Pop you, shock you, like a taser Shooters movin like the Navy Uzi take out all your little friends Bitch nigga, so dont play me, play me I just pulled up on Lil Baby, hmm Sippin in my designer, hmm Drip down my attire, hmm All my bitches trafficking, hmm No safety on that Glock On Pablo, aint no need to cock it My draco dont want to be bothered My draco dont want to be bothered I never ran from the shooters, Im only chasin the money, nonstop I never ran from the shooters, Im only chasin the money, nonstop I never run with the shooters, Im headed straight to the money, nonstop And I be hangin with shooters, Im runnin straight to the money, nonstop Down bad, bitch blacked out, look like Kash Doll I got racks dog, money in the back dog I aint goin back dog, used to sleepin on the mat dog I never ran from the shooters, Im only chasin the money, nonstop I never ran from the shooters, Im only chasin the money, nonstop I never run with the shooters, Im headed straight to the money, nonstop And I be hangin with shooters, Im runnin straight to the money, nonstop Like Im runnin four flats for these racks dog I love runnin four flats for these racks dog I can run a four flat for these racks dog Usain Bolt, Usain Bolt

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, thats a damn shame Bitch wait, fuck a mixtape, I got plenty cake Yeah Im rich and Im pushing weight, thats why niggas hate Bad bitch, she done sucked me up for them brand new Js 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 cant 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 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, thats a damn shame Bitch wait, fuck a mixtape, I got plenty cake Yeah Im rich and Im pushing weight, thats why niggas hate Bad bitch, she done sucked me up for them brand new Js Trap nigga, six phones, doin at least a brick a day 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 thats why they watchin Hold up, bitch Im froze up, bitch you know us Them fours up, I be poured up, got me slowed up Shoebox, fuck a shoebox, that aint big enough Big racks, I got big racks, where your bitch at? 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, thats a damn shame Bitch wait, fuck a mixtape, I got plenty cake Yeah Im rich and Im pushing weight, thats why niggas hate Bad bitch, she done sucked me up for them brand new Js Trap nigga, six phones, doin at least a brick a day

Lyrics from Snippets ...cool Hop on this thing and send me to the moon You can just hate me, when you know just what to do Whenever you see me, I be with them goons We aint gon face em but we got em too Yeah, water on me like a pool Bah, in the back Gettin tens and that bit Guwop .223 that bitch gon bop

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Let’s go!!! I’m on the Henny no cap While all these niggas do is cap I’m tryna run up a bag All she wanna do is nag She just be throwin’ I just be hittin’ back I’m on that Henny like a cap While all these niggas do is cap You niggas ran out like a lamp AM Gang yeah that’s I’m tryna run up a bag, yeah I’m tryna run up a bag, yeah, yeah I’m tryna run up a bag, yeah, yeah I’m tryna run up a bag, yeah I’m tryna call up some bitches, yeah I’m going to show you my digits You gone be 100 or wit it These false claim niggas don’t get it All they do is straight cap Claiming they give niggas naps You studio gangsters you rap Knowing in the streets you a rat I’m tryna fuck on some models Lil Baby got 100s he got em Give me a rack so I top em Now I got money no problems Fuckin up another baby mama No drama I’m tippin them hoes all saga Straight swaggin on they fathers If they loud bring the pistol and pop em For real Young nigga straight flexin at my show mane All fresh and straight clean Balmain Make a million in one night and ball mane Then you know I’m damn right I don’t fall mane I’m tryna run up a bag All she wanna do is nag She just be throwin’ I just be hittin’ back I’m on that Henny like a cap While all these niggas do is cap You niggas ran out like a lamp AM Gang yeah that’s I’m tryna run up a bag, yeah I’m tryna run up a bag, yeah, yeah I’m tryna run up a bag, yeah, yeah

All I wanna do Is get out with you All I see is lights, baby When I party with you Ooh, I like it The way you make me feel Dont wanna get too close to you Ooh, I like it Give me all that loving, baby Why you wanna play, wanna play around? Like you dont know what I want from you, oh Just wanna have a good time, let my hair down And do everything we wanted to, oh no We can dance all night til the sunrise Or cruise the drop-top under moonlight You know that Im down to ride Im talking Bonnie, Clyde Put your money on me, youre bound to win Yeah, the night is just beginning But it might end up with your hands on my body All I wanna do Is get out with you All I see is lights, baby When I party with you Ooh, I like it The way you make me feel Dont wanna get too close to you Ooh, I like it Give me all that loving, baby How am I to stay with the games that you play? How Im posed to lay in the bed that you made? If love can be bought, Im willing to pay the cost It was times I was down, I was willing to give my all Wear my heart on my sleeve, Im willing to take it al If its me, Ill leave, whatever to work it out Did the try, never lied, say Im perfect Do it all again, swear to God, it was worth it All I wanna do is get away from here with you They dont know the things we go through Tired of talking, let me show you I mean, please, just let me coach you We need space, heres where we going Out of breath, I keep on blowing They cant see us and they know it Ooh, I like it The way you make me feel Dont wanna get too close to you Ooh, I like it Give me all that loving, baby

Big Aoc Yall know me and Baby had to do one for the hood Helluva made this beat, baby I wouldnt give a fuck if he aint one of mine And we still ridin round drops in the wintertime I cant even pick up for lil dawg, they say he dropped a dime I cant even lie like it aint faze me, that shit on my mind I cant even lie like I aint bust down every time I cant even lie like I aint sell bags before I signed I cant even lie like I aint fucked the bitch, she know Im lyin I cant even lie, when it be up with us, we all ridin Real niggas runnin all that fake shit dead I aint scared of no nigga but Im runnin from the feds Cant go plain, I go hard, give me my cards, Ima play it Got a couple at the spot, load never where I stay at Rollie, AP, or the Patek how Ima play it Stand on all ten, with my chest how Ima say it Got a passion for the fashion, whip my rental car for packages Them hotboxes for smackin shit, no pimp but Ill mack a bitch Codeine I sip be Acurian, I still have dreams bout Actavis Cant lie, I did not practice this, feel like we won a championship I ran it up from half a zip, did four shows for a half a mil Before my shows, take half a pill, been killin shit, I need to chill Perfect with this trap shit, never had a rap check I aint gon lie, I stuffed a million in a mattress All my diamonds real, aint nan one catfished Fuckin five star hoes, stillll entertain a rap bitch Iced out, strapped up only for protection And when you on that road, ho, you better not do no textin Stay down with me, baby, better not miss your blessing He make 80K a year, bitch, I spent that on a necklace Ayy, I aint gon lie, ten cars in the driveway I aint gon lie, a thousand bags on the highway Sent em to the A and I move that shit in one day Flexin in my city, got you haters lookin sideways I better not hear you lil niggas talk that money I got four pockets full, thats why I walk so funny And what I do in real life, it dont make the Gram While yall was buyin up pussy, I was buyin up land Three diamond Aoc chains, bitch, you know who I am And all these tear drops real in case you running a scam Me and Baby in the Rolls truck, diamonds all over We pourin drank in our pop, rest in peace Young Soda I wouldnt give a fuck if he aint one of mine And we still ridin round drops in the wintertime I cant even pick up for lil dawg, they say he dropped a dime I cant even lie like it aint faze me, that shit on my mind I cant even lie like I aint bust down every time I cant even lie like I aint sell bags before I signed I cant even lie like I aint fucked the bitch, she know Im lyin I cant even lie, when it be up with us, we all ridin

Myles Reefa what you got boy? Yeah Yeah Aye yeah In MaliD I bring the sauce, I fuck the game up  Don’t feel sorry for no lingo, not your checker This that new G651, this not Atlanta Brought that bag in, bring yo best friend You too fine to be standing there alone, ya I need more than put my number in your phone ya Bring your best friend, we don’t send no FN She don’t do no lie licker, I’m pourin’ Hen It’s a party, It’s a party when we walk in Got us shakin’ on the Henny and the Champagne I’m from meliware, lil mama, she might drop friend She know I get started, I go all in She know I be balling like DeRozan on offense I’m so antisocial I don’t trust niggas at all man It’s a bigger picture to me, God, shit is odd man I’m so different, funny niggas, God, this shit is odd man Ah , this shit is odd man Ay nah, this shit is odd man I put on for my city, I put on for my city I’m a boss just like Diddy, yeah Know we never get it, ayy whoa ayy Watch I turn a dollar to a milli ayy whoa Goofy niggas, never playin’ and no silly games whoa ayy Told my niggas stay on me like we never ate Blew about ten racks just to motivate Fifty whole racks on some mackren Had your bitch at the spot doing some backbend I can’t hit it like I wanna she get to tax quick Get the homies through the back, we got new straps in Feelin’ another Louis bag with dead faces Tryna dodge the fed cases, I’m running from my dead weight Tryin’ to put new bezel on that verse, give me a 38 Hop out on that red Wraith, take ‘em on a led chase Police tryna investigate, I told him that’s a dead case They asked for my ID, Imma get it out the feet I was really in the street, chasing dreams like Omid You are not on my side, ain’t getting up in my team Niggas screaming they gon’ ride, when we meet up we gon’ see They gon’ lie, I’m on fire, I’m a nigga waiting I been fucking on they hoes that’s why these niggas hate me Get a nigga knocked off, while we balling wit no team It’s a party, It’s a party when we walk in Got us shakin’ on the Henny and the Champagne I’m from meliware, lil mama, she might drop friend She know I get started, I go all in She know I be balling like DeRozan on offense I’m so antisocial I don’t trust niggas at all man It’s a bigger picture to me, God, shit is odd man I’m so different, funny niggas, God, this shit is odd man Ah , this shit is odd man Ay nah, this shit is odd man I put on for my city, I put on for my city She perform like she Nicki, but she sippin’ on some Remy Circle small, nigga tricky, got my haters in they feelings Man, I know they get offended when they see the sauce drippin’ I got liquor, I got weed I got everything you need Got expensive on my feet, don’t you step up on these cleats I’m so twisted, I’m off taetochew, antagonize her G, ayy My shorty, she so fleek, I know she rubbing off on me ayy Running up them charge, that’s me Next up, on God, that’s me I don’t believe in getting lucky I work hard for these, uh They gon’ cherish me, yea Spend that money, years, yea And give that family year It is a new year Rockin’ Moncler, for the Winter, yea It’s litty over here, wanna see me yea It’s a party, It’s a party when we walk in Got us shakin’ on the Henny and the Champagne I’m from meliware, lil mama, she might drop friend She know I get started, I go all in She know I be balling like DeRozan on offense I’m so antisocial I don’t trust niggas at all man It’s a bigger picture to me, God, shit is odd man I’m so different, funny niggas, God, this shit is odd man Ah , this shit is odd man Ay nah, this shit is odd man This shit is odd man You are not on my side, ain’t getting up in my team All these green on the blue, got these racks man Took all those charges in the club, I got those racks in Oh, this shit is odd man Ay whoa, this shit is odd man

4 Pockets bout to win on these niggas Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Elijah Im bout to win on you niggas, yeah Im bout to win on you niggas, yeah Im bout to win on you niggas Im bout to win on you niggas, yeah I spent a band on you niggas, uh I put like ten on a nigga, yeah Im bout to win on you niggas Im bout to win on you niggas, yeah Im bout to win on you niggas, uh Im bout to win on you niggas Im bout to win on you niggas Im bout to win on you niggas, uh I spent a band on you niggas, uh I put like ten on a nigga, yeah Im bout to win on you niggas Im bout to win on you niggas Bout to win on these niggas I cant wait on no nigga Aint gon play with no nigga And it came with me nigga I put the I and the N in win I put the MG on the Benz Sellin raw in the trenches for real Couldve got a Bently Florida deal We was hungry so I went and got a mill Im tryna tell my lil nigga to chill Sippin water tryna stay out the seal I want 5 karats each ear Sendin headshots to my enemies, the gon die when its time Spendin sixty on a necklace anywhere niggas stoppin my shine Whippin the soda and water, Im goin harder, I make a 30 tomorrow Puttin it up for my son, a nigga shoot me, he better get some I was down, bad, nigga had it, aint even let me get none Now Im bout to win on these niggas, I dont let em get none Im bout to win on you niggas, yeah Im bout to win on you niggas, yeah Im bout to win on you niggas Im bout to win on you niggas, yeah I spent a band on you niggas, uh I put like ten on a nigga, yeah Im bout to win on you niggas Im bout to win on you niggas, yeah Im bout to win on you niggas, uh Im bout to win on you niggas Im bout to win on you niggas Im bout to win on you niggas, uh I spent a band on you niggas, uh I put like ten on a nigga, yeah Im bout to win on you niggas Im bout to win on you niggas I keep a shooter with me thats with it I got a bitch real as my niggas We got one mission: lets get it We got one mission, thats get it I dont play the block no more, Im bimpin I got a cell phone thats clippin I got some niggas gone and I miss em I got some niggas gone and I miss em Straight from the bottom, you know I aint playin with niggas, I know this my year This how it look when you come from the bottom and put in that work and you know that its near I come from nothin Cut on the oven, put it on 500, and heat up the house We gon eat in this drought I sell D in the drought This world aint never leavin me out, no I aint got a Rollie watch, but I got the streets and they know Im hot And they know my block Real nigga, independent, really worked my way to the top I got a 30 on me right now Young nigga lit, I love my life now 4 Pockets and No Excusez, Im goin up, Ill never pipe down I had it harder than these niggas Im way harder than these niggas We was sleepin on floors for real We was movin with them for real Sellin smack tryna get me a mill From the bottom, boy, I know how it feel From the bottom, boy, I know how it feel, yeah, yeah Im bout to win on you niggas, yeah Im bout to win on you niggas, yeah Im bout to win on you niggas Im bout to win on you niggas, yeah I spent a band on you niggas, uh I put like ten on a nigga, yeah Im bout to win on you niggas Im bout to win on you niggas, yeah Im bout to win on you niggas, uh Im bout to win on you niggas Im bout to win on you niggas Im bout to win on you niggas, uh I spent a band on you niggas, uh I put like ten on a nigga, yeah Im bout to win on you niggas Im bout to win on you niggas

They gon feel my pain They gon feel my pain They don’t know the pain that I been through They don’t know the shooters all on the roof They ain’t know I dropped a hundred on the coupe They ain’t know the time where I ain’t have shoes They don’t know my pain They can’t feel my pain They ain’t know I had to really go and grind They ain’t know I really sat and did time Only thing they see is a young nigga shine They ain’t know the time when I ain’t have a dime They can’t feel my pain They can’t feel my pain Milton been my nigga from the start, we had it hard Remember that time we was in the spot and we got robbed Found out it was my bitch who was fuckin my dawg, it broke my heart, yeah Turned me to a savage, ever since then I been scarred We can go pound for pound or blow for blow, I live this shit We can go round for round or jawn for jawn, got too many sticks I was in the hood tryna catch my play, they tellin me that I should quit Quarter million in a month, Paid in full, they got me feelin like mitch They throwin dirt on my name , they tryna ride my wave They tried to steal my place , still I remain the same Niggas turned they back when shit got hard They don’t know the time when I was on the yard I been through a lot and still got the scars Came out strong, a whole lotta guns They don’t know the pain that I been through They don’t know the shooters all on the roof They ain’t know I dropped a hundred on the coupe They ain’t know the time when I ain’t have shoes They don’t know my pain They can’t feel my pain They ain’t know I had to really go and grind They ain’t know I really sat and did time Only thing they see is a young nigga shine They ain’t know the time when I ain’t have a dime They can’t feel my pain They can’t feel my pain

How you snake—hold on, hold on—me? Yeah Niggas fake, they frontin me, yeah Did this shit on my own by my lonely Only thing I need is money only Put some niggas on, but never said they owe me Yeah, I kept fuckin up, I had to get it right We carried Glocks when I was young, I used to tote a knife You had to spend a bag, then fuck her, I dont want your wife But I can pick a bitch right now and fuck her tonight A nigga thinkin he gon rob me, he gon die tonight I send a nigga in the air and he aint on the flight Bitch, you aint gon take nothin Wake your ass, broad day, in public Yeah, you wanna take it therе? Then we can take it thеre Yeah, money an award, so we aint playin fair Always up and golden, so you think I stand there She say her pussy never cum unless its tanner Im gon be rich all my life Im gon be rich all my life Im gon be rich all my life Im gon be rich all my life , ayy Im gon be rich all my life Im gon be rich all my life Im gon be rich all my life Im gon be rich all my life Cool, calm, and collected, stay grindin, hard is the method Im still runnin with steppers, my ego wont let me let up Im keepin a busy schedule , Im goin for the biggest level Me and my verse , whoever, I dont care, but I play a couple Plain Jane aint APs , still cant waste no time, get straight on your knees Aint takin no sleep, we goin to trial, Ill pay the fees A lot of this shit, I still cant talk about, you wont believe Just know we ran that shit with these Im talkin overseas, twenty rides just to catch a breeze I put my campaign on their neck and squeeze I cant let em breathe, I put the company in my kids name They got entities and I be makin sure I do it right, I never want for a thing, I promise Im gon be rich all my life Im gon be rich all my life Im gon be rich all my life Im gon be rich all my life , ayy Im gon be rich all my life Im gon be rich all my life Im gon be rich all my life Im gon be rich all my life Put VVS on her ice Emeralds wont baguette my white Just enjoy me for the night I do not like to fuck twice You be steady, watchin niggas pockets, but dont make nothin I can see that grin in your face, boy, I aint dumb This a Cullinan, please stop callin it a Ranger My other lil bitch aint got no kids, she gon take some You was there when I was broke, I told you I had you when that paper come I do shit for my bitch just for no reason, she aint gotta say nothin I do shit for my clique, a nigga disrespect us, we gon spray somethin If a nigga try to make a threat about my life, we gon take one, thats facts Im gon be rich all my life Im gon be rich all my life Im gon be rich all my life Im gon be rich all my life, ayy Im gon be rich all my life Im gon be rich all my life Im gon be rich all my life Im gon be rich all my life

I bet with my lingo I can make a fortune As good as money Drop a couple racks and now she say she feel important She know Im stuntin Everything I live and breathe just wanna be successful, ayy Wake up every morning, grab the sack from out the dresser Them Franklins piling, yeah them Franklins piling And my niggas still bout whatever I cant think about it, chasin nothin but bodies Now Im re-ing up with extra Im so clever, I be fly forever, rock my jesus pieces like a medal All these hoes ever really wanted was a nigga with his shit together A nigga with his shit together Swear I cant take no more loses Ran up my sack with a circle of bosses Pray for my heart, I got ice on my cross Big special what cost it And I know how to get it out the mud Even though they aint never sold em All I ever hear is rappers say they movin drugs Make you tighten up and guard your rep with your life if I told you what it really was You aint even met the plug Chopper stashed in them traphouses, bout to duck out like Im a fud Beginning to finish, bitch said fuck your feelings My pockets replenished, we came out the trenches We wrestle them sacks, choke hoes on the business Bitch seen water whip it, she wanna get in it, swerve All them packs I gotta stretch Wake up to a jugg and grab the batch from out the dress Whats really good, boy you broke and you look like you stressed We chasin the cash and my niggas still bout whatever Better get your shit together I bet with my lingo I can make a fortune As good as money Drop a couple racks and now she say she feel important She know Im stuntin Everything I live and breathe just wanna be successful, ayy Wake up every morning, grab the sack from out the dresser Them Franklins piling, yeah them Franklins piling And my niggas still bout whatever I cant think about it, chasin nothin but bodies Now Im re-ing up with extra Im so clever, I be fly forever, rock my jesus pieces like a medal All these hoes ever really wanted was a nigga with his shit together A nigga with his shit together Finally got my shit together, I just bought another bezel I done reached another level, young kid from the ghetto Going to Magic City, changing the weather We gon pull up and we shoot at whoever Im poppin shit, poured a four in my beverage Hard to stand on the stage with my habit They used to talk nasty, they wouldnt pass me Now they talk nasty, they wanna smash me I didnt have no money, that shit was embarassing Now I just went to the bank and I cashed in I got the Z06 Vette, its the fast one Im keeping this money on me like I planted I came through in a Maserati, you wasnt with me I kept the windows clear, I aint even tint it I just came through in a brand new spaceship Chopper give a nigga facelift Niggas still on that hating shit Free Tay-K, I did the race bitch I keep Jayla with me, she gon slay shit If the feds come I wont say shit Got some secrets Ima hit the grave with Made a million dollars so Im hood rich I bet with my lingo I can make a fortune As good as money Drop a couple racks and now she say she feel important She know Im stuntin Everything I live and breathe just wanna be successful, ayy Wake up every morning, grab the sack from out the dresser Them Franklins piling, yeah them Franklins piling And my niggas still bout whatever I cant think about it, chasin nothin but bodies Now Im re-ing up with extra Im so clever, I be fly forever, rock my jesus pieces like a medal All these hoes ever really wanted was a nigga with his shit together A nigga with his shit together

Aye, aye, uh, aye, roo, roo They throw shade round me but they stay round me Got a Cuban plug yeah, she from day county Like the president, how they always wave round me Made my watch flood like I stay drownin When my wrist just like a chef up on a stove Break it down and push it at the corner store When my wrist just like a chef up on a stove Break it down and push it at the corner store Yeah wit my wrist, Yeah wit my wrist Yeah, yeah wit my wrist, Yeah, yeah wit my wrist Yeah wit my wrist, Yeah wit my wrist Yeah, yeah wit my wrist, yeah, aye Wit my wrist Talkin straight, drop, got a great pop We was good trappin til the spot got hot Twelve circlin the block, say they heard a couple shots Niggas say that they gon kill me, yeah I heard that a lot You aint never did squat, standard on the guap We was up them birds, shit Im talkin bout a flock All red like this hot, go dead on a thot Cause Ive been on you woo, she be callin me a lot Im not stressin you niggas, I got them hittas I heard you talkin bout shit that you aint livin And Im a chef in the kitchen but thats a give in And we was takin cause nothin was ever given They throw shade round me but they stay round me Got a Cuban plug yeah, she from day county Like the president, how they always wave round me Made my watch flood like I stay drownin When my wrist just like a chef up on a stove Break it down and push it at the corner store When my wrist just like a chef up on a stove Break it down and push it at the corner store Yeah wit my wrist, Yeah wit my wrist Yeah, yeah wit my wrist, Yeah, yeah wit my wrist Yeah wit my wrist, Yeah wit my wrist Yeah, yeah wit my wrist, yeah, aye Wit my wrist Had to work it wit my wrist dawg Got a hunnid on my wrist dawg Im a dope boy, I need a wrist dawg, yeah But I aint tryna no dawg Im in the kitchen workin my wrist, they thinkin that Im a rockstar Now Im a star, came from the block where you still run from the cop car Im like play crazy, get murked dawg Paid two thousand for my shirt dawg Niggas ride my wave throwin shade, but it dont get to me Im just tryna stay down, get that bag so my kid can eat It get crazy on that road dawg But I aint never gonna fold nah They throw shade round me but they stay round me Got a Cuban plug yeah, she from day county Like the president, how they always wave round me Made my watch flood like I stay drownin When my wrist just like a chef up on a stove Break it down and push it at the corner store When my wrist just like a chef up on a stove Break it down and push it at the corner store Yeah wit my wrist, Yeah wit my wrist Yeah, yeah wit my wrist, Yeah, yeah wit my wrist Yeah wit my wrist, Yeah wit my wrist Yeah, yeah wit my wrist, look, yeah, aye Wit my wrist Dont worry Im wipin it off We gon live life at a low Rollin up some of that strong might buy it all We just want all of the digits I used to be trappin at it, Im spinnin like fidgets The double G caught me a ticket Im in the kitchen workin my wrist They thinkin that Im a boss Im in the kitchen workin my wrist They thinkin that Im a boss Im in the kitchen workin my wrist They thinkin that Im a boss Im in the kitchen workin my wrist They thinkin that Im a boss

The dash, its digi, 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 its snowin in Tootsies Booked for three years, man you cant even book me Its 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 Ms in the bank, like: Yes, indeed Cartier glasses, I wont 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 dont see you I been gettin money, I aint worried bout what he do Im gettin money like Im from the 80s Me and Drake bout to drop man, this shit gon go crazy They know Im the truth, comin straight from the basement Im straight as the street, man I come from the pavement A million, all hundreds, it make em go crazy Wah-wah-wah, bitch Im the baby Brand new whip got no keys Tailor my clothes, no starch, please Soon as I nut, you can gon leave Got Ms in the bank, like: Yes, indeed Me and my dawg goin all the way When you livin like this, they supposed to hate Brand new whip got no keys Tailor my clothes, no starch, please Soon as I nut, you can gon leave Got Ms in the bank, like: Yes, indeed Me and my dawg goin all the way When you livin like this, they supposed to hate

Ayy, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh-huh Baby, yeah Im countin backends on the road I never get tired of doin shows My bitch is ready to carry the load If me and Lil Baby gon stamp it, its sold Im spillin drip on these niggas and bitches I swear they gon fuck for a pretty penny Feds taking pictures of us in the trenches Cause they know the youngins got glizzies with em Im countin backends on the road I never get tired of doin shows My bitch is ready to carry the load If me and Lil Baby gon stamp it, its sold Im spillin drip on these niggas and bitches I swear they gon fuck for a pretty penny Feds taking pictures of us in the trenches Cause they know the youngins got glizzies with em Yeah, three hundred hundreds for all of my shows Thats a thirty, Im gone for a month I dont ask what I can, Im gon do what I want Ima leave from the lot with my top in the trunk My lil niggas, they thuggin, take choppers to shows Im a dripper for real, spent six figures on clothes Man, them backends been comin in, keepin me loaded Sold out dates, every show, that bitch loaded Man, these bitches be crazy, its hard to control em These bitches try play me, I aint no controller I upgrade the Patek and put up the Rollie My lil homie shootin shit, call him DeRozan, yeah Walkin on stage with the drip on Made a hundred thousand dollars off a flip phone If they send the front end, Ima get gone Screamin free all of the dawgs til they get home Im countin backends on the road I never get tired of doin shows My bitch is ready to carry the load If me and Lil Baby gon stamp it, its sold Im spillin drip on these niggas and bitches I swear they gon fuck for a pretty penny Feds taking pictures of us in the trenches Cause they know the youngins got glizzies with em Im countin backends on the road I never get tired of doin shows My bitch is ready to carry the load If me and Lil Baby gon stamp it, its sold Im spillin drip on these niggas and bitches I swear they gon fuck for a pretty penny Feds taking pictures of us in the trenches Cause they know the youngins got glizzies with em Ayy, niggas talkin but I live it Every time a nigga rap, they always thinkin that its written Told my brothers that its comin, its gon take a lil minute I be chasing after riches, you be following these bitches, its a difference I done came to my senses Nigga run up on me, Ima turn his ass to pieces Then Im takin out the witness Runnin up bands, still on that same shit Last time we took a lost, we just hit his mamas shit I aint playin with no fuck niggas Niggas tweakin off the meds if they thinkin they can take that shit from us, nigga Really dont trust niggas Playin crazy on Hough, nigga Hollows hit his head, better duck, nigga Locked inside that box, it show who real and who ride The phone calls and visits, just the pain up inside me My mama say Im livin wrong so daddy just got me I be focused on this music, its some people behind me Im countin backends on the road I never get tired of doin shows My bitch is ready to carry the load If me and Lil Baby gon stamp it, its sold Im spillin drip on these niggas and bitches I swear they gon fuck for a pretty penny Feds taking pictures of us in the trenches Cause they know the youngins got glizzies with em Im countin backends on the road I never get tired of doin shows My bitch is ready to carry the load If me and Lil Baby gon stamp it, its sold Im spillin drip on these niggas and bitches I swear they gon fuck for a pretty penny Feds taking pictures of us in the trenches Cause they know the youngins got glizzies with em

Dope boys of America Dope boys of America Yall know what the fuck goin on bro You dig I put my time in this shit, had to grind for this shit Now Im finally where Im at, it aint no more lookin back Ive seen some shit I never thought Id see Gotta be all I can be, my folks dependent on me We them dope boys of America We them dope boys of America We the ones serving in the area Probably made a million dollars off the cellular Thirteen on the block, had to run me up some guap I dont never stop for cops, turn some soft into a rock Keep on whippin til it lock, they goin for thirty-six a pop Itll make your jaw lock, Im just tryna take off Thank god them locks off me I was sittin in the state penitentiary Niggas gon be bitches, they dont get to me I wont give you nothing, wont get shit from me You aint get shit from me then trap with me Cant pay the fee, cant rap with me Rich nigga slap dap with me Young nigga gon clap for me Me and Lil Baby Give they ass the business every time they see Man we drive the young hoes crazy Sixty-thousand dollars on a flooded Patek I put my time in this shit, had to grind for this shit Now Im finally where Im at, it aint no more lookin back Ive seen some shit I never thought Id see Gotta be all I can be, my folks dependent on me We them dope boys of America We them dope boys of America We the ones serving in the area Probably made a million dollars off the cellular You doin cases daily basis Unfamilar ass faces, unfamilar ass calls Put your ass behind bars Put this ice over these scars So I aim for Louboutin money They find that shit up in your car Hope you got some bond money Shit get hot, I hope you pull up in some on the run money Son keep a drum tucked up in these long johns on me From the cocaine eighties, Four Pockets Full like Baby Drive them drinks at Uncle Bobby the greatest We went from trappin in these buildings now we vacuum seal it Partner in the halfway house, I got some cash to give him Slow roll, took a minute but I outlasted niggas Pulled up with shawty, he aint shot me I shot past them niggas man I put my time in this shit, had to grind for this shit Now Im finally where Im at, it aint no more lookin back Ive seen some shit I never thought Id see Gotta be all I can be, my folks dependent on me We them dope boys of America We them dope boys of America We the ones serving in the area Probably made a million dollars off the cellular

Said she wanna hop on the ride today But Im on the block with the guys today Young nigga, I wanna buy the Wraith Flooded Patek tell you time of day Im on the block with the iron today She suckin the dick, put it all in her face I hop in that Audi and catch me a play Run it up, I might just buy me a safe Said she wanna hop on the ride today But Im on the block with the guys today Young nigga, I wanna buy the Wraith Flooded Patek tell you time of day Im on the block with the iron today She suckin the dick, put it all in her face I hop in that Audi and catch me a play Run it up, I might just buy me a safe See I was broke one before And I aint goin back no more I used to sleep up on the floor Said we was the ones, man might kick in your door Draw down, make em get on the floor These niggas be pussy, yall really be whores I got two baby mamas goin on tour She even suck the bros up while they snore Yeah, shit, but she wanna hop in my ride Young nigga lookin fly, backwoods got me high Play with my niggas, you die, I love my niggas, gon ride No question, my niggas gon slide, its all bullshit in til I die Said she wanna hop on the ride today But Im on the block with the guys today Young nigga, I wanna buy the Wraith Flooded Patek tell you time of day Im on the block with the iron today She suckin the dick, put it all in her face I hop in that Audi and catch me a play Run it up, I might just buy me a safe Said she wanna hop on the ride today But Im on the block with the guys today Young nigga, I wanna buy the Wraith Flooded Patek tell you time of day Im on the block with the iron today She suckin the dick, put it all in her face I hop in that Audi and catch me a play Run it up, I might just buy me a safe Baby, I ran out of room in the space so I bought me another one I aint talkin bout the other one Captain of the team, huddle up Ima send a blitz, we gon murder somethin Promethazine got me dozin off Remember when I had a four of soft Everybody claim they know me now New K, I been waitin to spray Nigga play then he dyin today Hit the victim then pull off in the Wraith If they get us, aint got nothin to say You can come get you a hundred today I really came fresh and need all of the cake I gotta go to a show in LA Yall niggas playin, Im gettin paid Said she wanna hop on the ride today But Im on the block with the guys today Young nigga, I wanna buy the Wraith Flooded Patek tell you time of day Im on the block with the iron today She suckin the dick, put it all in her face I hop in that Audi and catch me a play Run it up, I might just buy me a safe Said she wanna hop on the ride today But Im on the block with the guys today Young nigga, I wanna buy the Wraith Flooded Patek tell you time of day Im on the block with the iron today She suckin the dick, put it all in her face I hop in that Audi and catch me a play Run it up, I might just buy me a safe

Soon as I push up, I get in my car I only drank acurin, I dont take bar Ran my stats up, fuck on stars Whenever my mood change, I switch my cars Diamonds on blue wrath came through dripping like a Sunday morning I just been stacking patient, this birthday prolly ride me a fari Still bought it hard like Jordan, walk in the back with my forty Everywhere i go they recording, stay down now important Real street nigga i aint fighting nah, we dont do one on ones Fuck you think we taking chances riding with all these guns I aint ever play the flute, but i keep this band and i got this drum Young nigga just finish high school, but he just got a eshpill he going dumb I seen em watching trying to get the recipe, Ill be goddamned if I let them get the best of me Money on me no regular pedestrian, I put the dope in pots make it stress again I pay security aint no touching me, everything guaranteed when you fuck with me Everything double c its a luxury, she just mad cause she cant get enough of me There aint no Y in team, we on that fuckery Bitch I want mill ticket, aint no cuffing me Bitch you cant come with me aint no company, how you a boss and you dont want company Pussy good, ass fat that shit come for me, wish a nigga would, I aint no rapper b I be in the hood where all of the trappers be,everywhere I go I keep the strap on me Soon as I push up,I get in my car I only drank acurin, I dont take bar Ran my stats up, fuck on stars Whenever my mood change, I switch my cars Diamonds on blue wrath came through dripping like a Sunday morning I just been stacking patient, this birthday prolly ride me fari Still bought it hard like jordan, walk in the back with my forty Everywhere I go they recording, stay down now im important

Hol up I done caught a wave She bout to get slayed She know I dont play I look like I get cake Bitch Im the key to my section Im trying to keep it refreshing I got a pill, its an X Twenty, she take it, she necking Running to the sack like a linebacker I be on your bitch, Im a mind tracker I dont want your bitch, nigga, mine better Brand new Maserati, yeah, mine faster Everything up to date All my jewelry water link Told you I dont go on dates We aint fucking, you can skate DJ pulled off midnight Have her deepthroat by mid-flight Put your glass in the air, its a good light If a shark in the water, Im a great white You dont sip right, Ima sit right I dont like that cat, it dont look right Put your seatbelt on, its a rough ride I dont miss no bitch, I miss flights Hundred bottles in the session, everybody lit Audemars and new Pateks, everybody rich Who is that, she looking at me, come and get your bitch And she leave out of here with me, on the game she getting dick Im in all white like a preacher Im in the coupe with an eater Im in the trap, got a beeper I got a bitch, dont need her I count up a milli, a long day I pull up the Massi, the long way I fucked the bitch, looked at me the wrong way I put the Rollie on ice age Drink out the bottle, its lit Fucking a model, its lit Need some more bottles, its lit She wanna swallow, its lit Drink out the bottle, its lit Fucking a model, its lit Need some more bottles, its lit Hundred bottles in the session, everybody lit Audemars and new Pateks, everybody rich Who is that, she looking at me, come and get your bitch And she leave out of here with me, on the game she getting dick Hol up Brand new Rari. sitting outside, me and my dawgs Thirty-five hundred, brand new wall, me and my dawgs Brand new Rari. sitting outside, me and my dawgs Thirty-five hundred, brand new wall, me and my dawgs

Cook that shit up Quay Fuck the feds, I took a chance and went and got it right Thousand pounds overnight on a private flight Toasted up with all my bros, this the good life Toasted up with all my bros, this the good life You dont know bout the shootouts that we had I was goin in my bag Damn near fucked up my sack, fell off then I bounced back Now we paid now, getting money, now we paid now Took a loss and I made it back Took some powder and I made it crack In the pot, the dope made it back Driving here, she just made it back Remember back when I aint have a sack Remember back, I couldnt get a pack Im on now, I front my niggas packs The feds wont get up off my back Fuck em, Ima get up off this pack My bitch love me, she got the biggest Rollie I took a loss, she tried to sell her Rollie Good life, nigga rich life Plug life, nigga drug life I always got the best drug price This week I paid the plug twice We aint running out, we aint stuntin drought The work in so we coming out If the money calling Ima be en route Dont trust them niggas, I been having doubts Dont trust them niggas, I been having doubts My nigga down, Ima help him out Fuck them niggas, we can shoot it out Fuck the feds, I took a chance and went and got it right Thousand pounds overnight on a private flight Toasted up with all my bros, this the good life Toasted up with all my bros, this the good life You dont know bout the shootouts that we had I was goin in my bag Damn near fucked up my sack, fell off then I bounced back Now we paid now, getting money, now we paid now Listen, I done came such a long way From selling crack in the hallway Cut school, used to trap all day We aint turning back til we all paid You deserve Js and a Volvo Had work, same color carbo Bust a nine down, we be riding round Went from Tom Boulevard to Far Road Remember ice and money on Campbellton We met Too $hort when we was gambling Its whats in me nigga, not whats on me Anything I ever had I can get again, shit Been a real one since I was real young, huh Since a pre-teen wanted one thing Get a deal done for some millions It be plenty weather, no North Faces A juvenile fighting court cases Now I walk around so much money on me, like I won at the horse race Get the pavés in the big P, Plain Jane on the wristpiece In solitaire, flyin private everywhere Think it came easy, bitch please Fuck the feds, I took a chance and went and got it right Thousand pounds overnight on a private flight Toasted up with all my bros, this the good life Toasted up with all my bros, this the good life You dont know bout the shootouts that we had I was goin in my bag Damn near fucked up my sack, fell off then I bounced back Now we paid now, getting money, now we paid now Yeah yeah yeah I called Eastside Jody, asked him whats the word He told me he working, got a couple verse All my words slurred, I be on syrup Put the city on my back, aint have on no shirt I took a chance with all I had, put it in a box Fast forward six months, now I run a block I used to stay with the Js eatin cold food Now I can fall asleep in a Wraith if I chose to All them niggas nuts, I call them a loose screw Better keep your strap, you slippin, they gon do you I refuse to be a victim, I cant make the news I cant go back to no prison, I got shit to lose, I got shit to lose

Pop a perky, get to fucking like a porn star Put a on that pussy, I be on I just text her when I want it, dont do phone calls I can call off and stay home, bae Im my own boss Baby dont be shy, come and take a ride I am nothing like them other guys, I am super fly on TV, but in real life Come and take a ride You aint ever gotta ly to me, you aint gotta be shy with me None of these niggas fly as me, I just want you to ride with me Private jets in the sky with me, sex drive make you proud of me Excuse me miss, parden me Pop a perky, get to fucking like a porn star Put a on that pussy, I be on I just text her when I want it, dont do phone calls I can call off and stay home, bae Im my own boss I got the money and the power, like the world is ours Pop the Perkaset, Im going for a couple hours They say Im powered up, feeling like the energiser See I done stole her heart, something like a and I put you on rotation She brought her best friend, cutting up on vacation She brought that ass out, I brought them racks out I turned the mansion into a trap house Trap trap trap yeah Pop a perky, get to fucking like a porn star Put a on that pussy, I be on I just text her when I want it, dont do phone calls I can call off and stay home, bae Im my own boss Come and take a ride, I am nothing like them other guys You aint gotta testify, cause I done put you in this situation Im just glad I made it

OSBS Fall back, lil mama Bitch, I came up from the floor, so I need all that This money on my mind, so I cant call back I blew a hundred bands and made it all back I cant waste none of my time, I have to fall back, yeah And you better not fall in love, I put this thing on you All these bitches in the club, I got my brain on you Cartiers on the frame, shout out to Chainz, its more than two All this money that was fallin, watch it rain on you Dont let this money change you This is what this fame do Look at how I came through The doors up If you went through what I had to do, you wouldve froze up They say it rains, it pours, so we pourin fours up The more money I get, the more problems I run into All my niggas solid, no question bout who gon shoot She cant pull up on me if her friend cant come too I had to fall back I lost three hundred last week and had to crawl back Now its money showers every different way Switched lanes, stayed sane, I came up Never let these people make me change up Everywhere I go, I throw the gang up Bitch, I came up from the floor, so I need all that This money on my mind, so I cant call back I blew a hundred bands and made it all back I cant waste none of my time, I have to fall back, yeah And you better not fall in love, I put this thing on you All these bitches in the club, I got my brain on you Cartiers on the frame, shout out to Chainz, its more than two All this money that was fallin, watch it rain on you Tell me why these niggas got they hand out Oh, we friends now just cause I got bands now? Bitches used to play me hella foul, say Im the man now Used to count me out, include me in the plans now You only thinkin bout yourself, its always me, me, me You say you loyal and you down, so we gon see, see, see My nigga Kam just came home, my dawg free, free, free These bitches blowin up my phone cause I go deep, deep, deep These niggas plottin, bet my shooter knock his mans down Made her fuck me through Balmain, cant have my pants down And my problems up to God, he told me stand down From the traphouse to buildin up a brand now Bitch, I came up from the floor, so I need all that This money on my mind, so I cant call back I blew a hundred bands and made it all back I cant waste none of my time, I have to fall back, yeah And you better not fall in love, I put this thing on you All these bitches in the club, I got my brain on you Cartiers on the frame, shout out to Chainz, its more than two All this money that was fallin, watch it rain on you Oh yeah, rain on you Fuck a bad bitch, you supposed to put my name on you We caught a vibe and got a room She gave me head before the room You cant tell we havin money, baby, shame on you Dont be still in your feelings bout yesterday Put your arm in the pot, watch it marinate I cant sip on no Ace, take it to the face I cant stay with no bitch who supply the brain Every day, keep my back with no heavyweight Every bitch that I love end up playing games I just play with this money, dont play no games Feel like Im Migos, Versace frames, ayy Dope cup, good codeine, cant get enough I put my all into a bitch, it left me stuck I pop champagne and talk to racks that look like bucks I swear you quick to hold me down, you see me up Bitch, I came up from the floor, so I need all that This money on my mind, so I cant call back I blew a hundred bands and made it all back I cant waste none of my time, I have to fall back, yeah And you better not fall in love, I put this thing on you All these bitches in the club, I got my brain on you Cartiers on the frame, shout out to Chainz, its more than two All this money that was fallin, watch it rain on you