It will never stop, never stop
Keep goin', keep goin'
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I make Yeezy Boost moves in my Reeboks
It ain't gon' never stop
Tryna run a billion up until my ankle pop, yeah
You'll get rich and have problems that you never thought
It bring tears knowin' we came up out the sandbox
(Bringin' tears to my eyes)
Made it out the trenches, it got harder for my niggas
I just wanna see my dawgs ball, seven figures
I done got rich and it cursed me
Ever since I got successful, they envy
Tryna shake the devil, on Promethazine
Tryna show you love but you don't feel me
Gave up on me so you turned your back
I can see the demons 'cause a nigga been blessed
I can tell you worried, but a nigga been in debt
I can't get caught up inside the matter
I should've did better, but it's chatter
I ran up my money off the gravel
Love is just a word, it don't matter to me
I got so rich, nothing matters to me
I'm livin' my second life, it's so amazin'
I done been hit with a bullet, it wouldn't graze me
I done been considered a fake, it don't faze me
I done came up out the ghetto, my crib gated
Same niggas played with the devil, these niggas hatin'
All these bitches f*ck with no rubbers, this shit brazy
Icy-ed out the Hublot, these niggas lookin' fugazi (Yeah)
Money stack tall past the ceilin', I can't be jaded
I done came from sleepin' on floors, you can't persuade me (Yeah)
I been takin' other niggas' hoes, it's gettin' outrageous (True story)
Rich nigga gettin' caught with a bitch worth minimum wages (Pluto)
F*ckin' with my ego, but I never lost a lady (Facts)
F*cked a pop star after I got my dreads braided
Never dropped her name but her head game contagious (No cap)
20 percent of my dames, I shipped 'em right out to Vegas (Gone)
You can feel the pain when I'm rappin' 'cause I'm ragin' (Wizard)
You can see my past and where I was on they faces (Weak)
I done flipped the truck over and crashed, ducked the agents (Facts)
I been with these blue hundreds like a nigga racist (Freebandz)
I been gettin' richer each year, feel like I'm racin' (Uh)
Tried to tell you the form of love but you wouldn't take it
Hard work and perseverance, they ain't related
Poppin' up on Forbes is f*ckin' up my relations (F*ckin' up my family)
Ten milli' plus on a crib and it's vacant
I can see it vividly at the crib, Rico basement
Watch him get the mula, I was sittin' back bein' patient (I was bein' patient)
I was sittin' back, programmin' my brain, I was in trainin' (Yeah)
I be in my coupe, Maybach and I ain't have to trade it (Skrrt skrrt)
Thinkin' 'bout when I was posted up when they raided (Swear I was)
Now I Double R and Ghost it up, I feel spacious (Woo)
I don't feel the safest, but I feel gracious (Yeah)
I thank God every day, I don't feel basic
Probably lose my sanity if I ain't have my babies (Sheesh)
Probably be gamblin' with my life if I ain't made it
Home invasions, and you ain't have to persuade me (Nah)
Cut it with a razor and serve it to you daily
Came from whippin' out the bowl, Tom Ford suit and tie (Yeah)
Get my grandma to serve my dope, that ain't a lie (On God)
You can tell I've been broke when you look into my eyes (Future)
Nobody done noticed 'til the jet was in the sky
Bringin' tears to my eyes, oh yeah
Nobody done noticed 'til the jet was in the sky
Bringin' tears to my eyes, keep goin'
You gotta tell The WIZRD, it's a story like a book
Tears in my eyes, I can't forget where I came from
I lost a lover, it's alright
It can't be worse, might lost my main homie to the streets
You should've never give up on me without hearin' my side of the story
(The WIZRD)
I can't forget where I came from
Freebandz
Bringin' tears to my eyes
Future - Future Hndrxx Presents: The Wizrd Album Lyrics
Future - Future Hndrxx Presents: The Wizrd Lyrics
Writer: Edward Burgess, Jacob Denzal Canady, Jonathan Antonio De La Rosa, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Jumpin on a Jet
Yeah, yeah (Jumpin' on and off the jet)
Yeah, yeah (Jumpin' on and off the jet)
Yeah, yeah (Jumpin' on and off the jet)
Yeah, yeah (Jumpin' on and off the jet)
Yeah, yeah (Jumpin' on and off the jet)
Yeah, yeah (Jumpin' on and off the jet)
Yeah, yeah (Jumpin' on and off the jet)
Yeah, yeah (Jumpin' on and off the jet)
We say it's up, then it's up
Perfect timin', dropped a diamond in my cup
Solitaires on my ankles, I'm weighed up
See, you trollin' and that shit not weighin' up
Lambo truck, and I'm flexin', princess cut
On the G4, Fendi my clothes, travel the globe
Put the carats in my nose
Never did fold
And I won't sell my soul, platinum rose gold
Phillipe my hoes
Tricking it o-o-off
F*ckin' on a star-ar-ar-ar
Might get you a car-ar-ar-ar
I was standin' on the bar-ar-ar-ar
It was me and my squa-ad-ad-ad
We was drippin' in a-a-agua
Ordered the 14 passenger
Flyest nigga in America
Fresher than a mannequin
VVS' got my hoes sprung
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off-
Say it's war
We gon' down him and f*ck his ho
I'm on a bar, puttin' these marbles in my doors
No, I can't change, I got a short bus, on my ring
I'm on flames, me and my ho, hood gangbang
I'm a superstar, but I already got my stains
I was in the back seat, but I was switchin' lanes
TV the headrest, pull up at the Clearport
I stay dead fresh, foreign my transport
Ordered the 14 passenger
Flyest nigga in America
Fresher than a mannequin
VVS' got my hoes sprung (Yeah, ho)
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off-
Yeah, yeah (Jumpin' on and off the jet)
Yeah, yeah (Jumpin' on and off the jet)
Yeah, yeah (Jumpin' on and off the jet)
Yeah, yeah (Jumpin' on and off the jet)
Yeah, yeah (Jumpin' on and off the jet)
Yeah, yeah (Jumpin' on and off the jet)
Yeah, yeah (Jumpin' on and off the jet)
We say it's up, then it's up
Perfect timin', dropped a diamond in my cup
Solitaires on my ankles, I'm weighed up
See, you trollin' and that shit not weighin' up
Lambo truck, and I'm flexin', princess cut
On the G4, Fendi my clothes, travel the globe
Put the carats in my nose
Never did fold
And I won't sell my soul, platinum rose gold
Phillipe my hoes
Tricking it o-o-off
F*ckin' on a star-ar-ar-ar
Might get you a car-ar-ar-ar
I was standin' on the bar-ar-ar-ar
It was me and my squa-ad-ad-ad
We was drippin' in a-a-agua
Ordered the 14 passenger
Flyest nigga in America
Fresher than a mannequin
VVS' got my hoes sprung
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off-
Say it's war
We gon' down him and f*ck his ho
I'm on a bar, puttin' these marbles in my doors
No, I can't change, I got a short bus, on my ring
I'm on flames, me and my ho, hood gangbang
I'm a superstar, but I already got my stains
I was in the back seat, but I was switchin' lanes
TV the headrest, pull up at the Clearport
I stay dead fresh, foreign my transport
Ordered the 14 passenger
Flyest nigga in America
Fresher than a mannequin
VVS' got my hoes sprung (Yeah, ho)
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off the jet
Jumpin' on and off-
Writer: Brytavious Chambers, Christian Castro, Joshua Howard Luellen, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Rocket Ship
Drinkin' lean, totin' extendos
Phantom long like a limo
(ATL Jacob)
I've been poppin' since my demos
I've been poppin' since my demos, bitch
I've been poppin' since my demos, bitch, yeah
Bust the bales down in the kitchen, bitch, yeah
Cookin' coke up, water whip that shit, yeah
Pull the boat up, we want all the bricks, yeah
Call your hoe up, she take all the dick, yeah
I took four, I feel like a rocket ship, yeah
Ice on both arms, got me in galaxy, yeah
Louis V throw-on, got me arrogant, yeah
We had them chickens filled up in the dually, I'm tellin' you, you can ask Chuck if he call
I had the pounds, the pills, whatever you wanted, we puttin' a cut on the dog
I went to space and ain't ever gon' come back to Earth, they gonna throw a lil' salt
You chargin' 4K for Actavis, dawg, it's good, you need to bring it all
Police done stopped comin' through Lil Mexico 'cause we made the laws
Soon as I got my first check I was crooked, so I had paid 'em off
Soon as they get word a nigga snitchin', they gotta knock him off
Soon as we get them birds, we go tweakin', then we go ship 'em off
I've been poppin' since my demos, bitch, yeah
Bust the bales down in the kitchen, bitch, yeah
Cookin' coke up, water whip that shit, yeah
Pull the boat up, we want all the bricks, yeah
Call your hoe up, she take all the dick, yeah
I took four, I feel like a rocket ship, yeah
Ice on both arms, got me in galaxy, yeah
Louis V throw-on, got me arrogant, yeah
We had them chickens filled up in the dually, I'm tellin' you, you can ask Chuck if he call
I-I-I had the pounds, the pills, whatever you wanted, we puttin' a cut on the dog
I've been poppin' since my demos, bitch, yeah
Phantom long like a limo
(ATL Jacob)
I've been poppin' since my demos
I've been poppin' since my demos, bitch
I've been poppin' since my demos, bitch, yeah
Bust the bales down in the kitchen, bitch, yeah
Cookin' coke up, water whip that shit, yeah
Pull the boat up, we want all the bricks, yeah
Call your hoe up, she take all the dick, yeah
I took four, I feel like a rocket ship, yeah
Ice on both arms, got me in galaxy, yeah
Louis V throw-on, got me arrogant, yeah
We had them chickens filled up in the dually, I'm tellin' you, you can ask Chuck if he call
I had the pounds, the pills, whatever you wanted, we puttin' a cut on the dog
I went to space and ain't ever gon' come back to Earth, they gonna throw a lil' salt
You chargin' 4K for Actavis, dawg, it's good, you need to bring it all
Police done stopped comin' through Lil Mexico 'cause we made the laws
Soon as I got my first check I was crooked, so I had paid 'em off
Soon as they get word a nigga snitchin', they gotta knock him off
Soon as we get them birds, we go tweakin', then we go ship 'em off
I've been poppin' since my demos, bitch, yeah
Bust the bales down in the kitchen, bitch, yeah
Cookin' coke up, water whip that shit, yeah
Pull the boat up, we want all the bricks, yeah
Call your hoe up, she take all the dick, yeah
I took four, I feel like a rocket ship, yeah
Ice on both arms, got me in galaxy, yeah
Louis V throw-on, got me arrogant, yeah
We had them chickens filled up in the dually, I'm tellin' you, you can ask Chuck if he call
I-I-I had the pounds, the pills, whatever you wanted, we puttin' a cut on the dog
I've been poppin' since my demos, bitch, yeah
Writer: Nayvadius Wilburn, Jacob Canady
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Temptation
Freebandz
Yeah, I'm the richest nigga out my city if you ain't know
These hoes can hop on Spirit Airlines about it
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
I made it finessin', I turned into somethin' from nothin', yeah
Made it through poverty, I'm the minority, you know my story
Hop on the jet on my property, I fly away
Fly, fly, fly away, yeah, yeah, yeah
Copped me a Presi', yeah, yeah
Straight out the trenches, yeah, yeah
My niggas came with me, yeah, yeah
The riches, the riches, the riches, yeah
Richest nigga out of Zone 6, yeah
All of these hoes came with it, yeah
Audemars Piguets came with it, yeah, yeah, yeah
I was tryna fight temptation, yeah
Top gone, it's on vacation, yeah
I'm not tryin' to hurt nobody
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Count up the hundreds, I promise I'm patient
Give you some game, that's slow motivation
We need the gas straight in the basement
Switch up the swag, switch up the bag
Niggas, they jockin' my swag 'cause it's fashion
I do it bigger than niggas imagine
Heard that bitch makin' up rumors
She gave more head than a tumor
And I got facts, I can prove it, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got real rich and ain't get no diploma
She think it's somethin' got to do with my mama
Well I can't love her, like she need me
That's what you get when you thinkin' I'm average
Now I wake up and I f*ck on a bad bitch
Drugs got me savage
It's so hard, it's so hard, these Perkys keep me sane
All my dawgs, all my dawgs, found 'em locked up in the cage
We gettin' paid, we so paid, move them bricks, then move on
Switch them bags, switch them bags, then move on, then move on
Copped me a Presi', yeah, yeah
Straight out the trenches, yeah, yeah
My niggas came with me, yeah, yeah
The riches, the riches, the riches, yeah
Richest nigga out of Zone 6, yeah
All of these hoes came with it, yeah
Audemars Piguets came with it, yeah, yeah, yeah
I was tryna fight temptation, yeah
Top gone, it's on vacation, yeah
I'm not tryin' to hurt nobody
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Car full of bullets, ain't findin' no shooter
That's what you get when you niggas delusional
I remember when they thought I was average
Now I wake up and I f*ck on a bad bitch
I tried to fight temptations, yeah
Riches on riches on riches on riches on riches
And I can't lie, you for sure had the first bust down Richard Mille I had seen, by far
(Ayy what it do, ayy what it do)
The first one
(Ayy, what it do)
Yeah, I'm the richest nigga out my city if you ain't know
These hoes can hop on Spirit Airlines about it
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
I made it finessin', I turned into somethin' from nothin', yeah
Made it through poverty, I'm the minority, you know my story
Hop on the jet on my property, I fly away
Fly, fly, fly away, yeah, yeah, yeah
Copped me a Presi', yeah, yeah
Straight out the trenches, yeah, yeah
My niggas came with me, yeah, yeah
The riches, the riches, the riches, yeah
Richest nigga out of Zone 6, yeah
All of these hoes came with it, yeah
Audemars Piguets came with it, yeah, yeah, yeah
I was tryna fight temptation, yeah
Top gone, it's on vacation, yeah
I'm not tryin' to hurt nobody
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Count up the hundreds, I promise I'm patient
Give you some game, that's slow motivation
We need the gas straight in the basement
Switch up the swag, switch up the bag
Niggas, they jockin' my swag 'cause it's fashion
I do it bigger than niggas imagine
Heard that bitch makin' up rumors
She gave more head than a tumor
And I got facts, I can prove it, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got real rich and ain't get no diploma
She think it's somethin' got to do with my mama
Well I can't love her, like she need me
That's what you get when you thinkin' I'm average
Now I wake up and I f*ck on a bad bitch
Drugs got me savage
It's so hard, it's so hard, these Perkys keep me sane
All my dawgs, all my dawgs, found 'em locked up in the cage
We gettin' paid, we so paid, move them bricks, then move on
Switch them bags, switch them bags, then move on, then move on
Copped me a Presi', yeah, yeah
Straight out the trenches, yeah, yeah
My niggas came with me, yeah, yeah
The riches, the riches, the riches, yeah
Richest nigga out of Zone 6, yeah
All of these hoes came with it, yeah
Audemars Piguets came with it, yeah, yeah, yeah
I was tryna fight temptation, yeah
Top gone, it's on vacation, yeah
I'm not tryin' to hurt nobody
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Car full of bullets, ain't findin' no shooter
That's what you get when you niggas delusional
I remember when they thought I was average
Now I wake up and I f*ck on a bad bitch
I tried to fight temptations, yeah
Riches on riches on riches on riches on riches
And I can't lie, you for sure had the first bust down Richard Mille I had seen, by far
(Ayy what it do, ayy what it do)
The first one
(Ayy, what it do)
Writer: Brytavious Chambers, Gary Rafael Hill, Leland Tyler Wayne, Maudell Watkins, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, ANTHEM ENTERTAINMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, ANTHEM ENTERTAINMENT LP
Crushed Up
Plain Jane, Jackie Chan, Richard Mille
You gon' be the one, bust it down, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it (Wheezy outta here)
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face, di-diamonds in the face
Half a ticket for my wrist, spill so big
I put five pointers in the face, you can see it
I just put my whole damn arm in the fridge
Ten chains on, Lucky Charms, I'm the shit
Ten, ten different exotic cars how we slid
Meet me in Chanel in the back, we goin' big
I been gettin' NBA money, Jason Kidd
I just charged a whole damn M for a gig
And I got that Nitro for a pig
I'ma make it spark when you see it
You can call the narcs, I ain't quittin'
Diamonds in the face crushed up, you can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face, di-diamonds in the face
Bust down my Swiss watch, I'm throwed off
I just joined the big league, Lonzo
Tell me what that lick read, one call
Pink diamonds poppin' out, cotton ball
Bodies get to droppin' nigga, bonjour
I got some' to say to the pigs, yeah
I just got an M for a gig, yeah
I just blowed an M on my kids, yeah
Foreigns in the driveway, you can see it, yeah
Meet me in Hublot we goin' big, yeah
A plain Jane, get it remixed, yeah
Diamonds in the face crushed up, you can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face, di-diamonds in the face
Diamonds
Crushed up, diamonds in the face
Diamonds in the-
Up, I can see it
Crushed up, diamonds crushed up
Diamonds in the face crushed up, you can see it
Crushed up
Diamonds (and I got that Nitro for a pig
I'ma make it spark when you see it)
Diamonds (you can call the narcs, I ain't quittin')
You gon' be the one, bust it down, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it (Wheezy outta here)
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face, di-diamonds in the face
Half a ticket for my wrist, spill so big
I put five pointers in the face, you can see it
I just put my whole damn arm in the fridge
Ten chains on, Lucky Charms, I'm the shit
Ten, ten different exotic cars how we slid
Meet me in Chanel in the back, we goin' big
I been gettin' NBA money, Jason Kidd
I just charged a whole damn M for a gig
And I got that Nitro for a pig
I'ma make it spark when you see it
You can call the narcs, I ain't quittin'
Diamonds in the face crushed up, you can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face, di-diamonds in the face
Bust down my Swiss watch, I'm throwed off
I just joined the big league, Lonzo
Tell me what that lick read, one call
Pink diamonds poppin' out, cotton ball
Bodies get to droppin' nigga, bonjour
I got some' to say to the pigs, yeah
I just got an M for a gig, yeah
I just blowed an M on my kids, yeah
Foreigns in the driveway, you can see it, yeah
Meet me in Hublot we goin' big, yeah
A plain Jane, get it remixed, yeah
Diamonds in the face crushed up, you can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face, di-diamonds in the face
Diamonds
Crushed up, diamonds in the face
Diamonds in the-
Up, I can see it
Crushed up, diamonds crushed up
Diamonds in the face crushed up, you can see it
Crushed up
Diamonds (and I got that Nitro for a pig
I'ma make it spark when you see it)
Diamonds (you can call the narcs, I ain't quittin')
Writer: Nayvadius Wilburn, Wesley Tyler Glass, Matthew Caprio, Ricky Harrell, Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, HALL OF FAME MUSIC GROUP INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, HALL OF FAME MUSIC GROUP INC
F&N
808 Mafia
F*ck around, parked the 'Vette and didn't even get back in it
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
Redbone bitch, yeah, like Hi-Tech, yeah
How do I dress? Yeah, like my flesh, yeah
Soon as I roll up, put my doors up
Go'n head, pour up, roll a few O's up, let's go
Four by four, that tall shit, let's go
I jumped in the spot on a tall bitch, let's go
I told 'em to get out and bag that, let's go
I'm Frank Lucas and Mad Max, let's go
I'm high from yesterday
Put 'em on bean, yeah, put 'em on all the schemes, yeah
Put 'em on lean, yeah, they whippin' them new machines, yeah
By any means, yeah, we gotta clear out the scene, yeah
I just took an AK to a dinner date
I just put some VVs in a Richard face
And the presidential is a day-date
Hit 'em with that chopper first, Ray J
I'm a well known nuisance and my bitch bad
Pop one Perc', then you lean like kickstand
Skeleton AP, that's a wristband
All these niggas shaky, might as well dance
I don't trust him, we gon' dust him, that's on Taliban
Big foreign truck, it's lift up like an avalanche
I'll teach you how to finesse for some big bands
I got so many white bitches, Ku Klux Klan
I come with the pharmacy, come with the yopper, no harmin' me, no, no
Put a lil' hit on your head, they comin' to get you, they slicin' your throat
Put a lil' bitch in the bed, we goin' digital, wipin' her nose
M.O.H., money over hoes
I got that H in front of the lil' boat
Got dog food and it's for the low
I'm with thoroughbred standin' at the store
In expensive threads, head to the floor
I know they talkin' shit 'cause they some hoes
You know them FN bullets go through doors
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&-F&-F&-F&—
F&-F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N)
Homocide for the brodie
You beat a body, get a Rollie
We don't entertain no police
I'm certified with my dodie
They would catch hell 'bout woadie
Got a bigger scale for the dodie
I done met friends in Dolce
We done met and chopped it up on some cool shit, uh
Only time my slime talk murder's on the cruise ships, uh
Got that cutter and it's longer than a pool stick, uh
Straight face, no dates, I'm a heavyweight
I ain't even gotta tell my dawgs to keep one in the chamber
Ready to take it off your shoulder, frustration and anger
Yeah, they get it, don't approach us, f*ck bein' famous
Long as I got my...
Let's go
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
These bullets, they be goin' through doors
Drop low, get down on the floor
Young nigga, they gon' 'head and wipe your nose
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&), F&N (F&N)
F*ck around, parked the 'Vette and didn't even get back in it
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
Redbone bitch, yeah, like Hi-Tech, yeah
How do I dress? Yeah, like my flesh, yeah
Soon as I roll up, put my doors up
Go'n head, pour up, roll a few O's up, let's go
Four by four, that tall shit, let's go
I jumped in the spot on a tall bitch, let's go
I told 'em to get out and bag that, let's go
I'm Frank Lucas and Mad Max, let's go
I'm high from yesterday
Put 'em on bean, yeah, put 'em on all the schemes, yeah
Put 'em on lean, yeah, they whippin' them new machines, yeah
By any means, yeah, we gotta clear out the scene, yeah
I just took an AK to a dinner date
I just put some VVs in a Richard face
And the presidential is a day-date
Hit 'em with that chopper first, Ray J
I'm a well known nuisance and my bitch bad
Pop one Perc', then you lean like kickstand
Skeleton AP, that's a wristband
All these niggas shaky, might as well dance
I don't trust him, we gon' dust him, that's on Taliban
Big foreign truck, it's lift up like an avalanche
I'll teach you how to finesse for some big bands
I got so many white bitches, Ku Klux Klan
I come with the pharmacy, come with the yopper, no harmin' me, no, no
Put a lil' hit on your head, they comin' to get you, they slicin' your throat
Put a lil' bitch in the bed, we goin' digital, wipin' her nose
M.O.H., money over hoes
I got that H in front of the lil' boat
Got dog food and it's for the low
I'm with thoroughbred standin' at the store
In expensive threads, head to the floor
I know they talkin' shit 'cause they some hoes
You know them FN bullets go through doors
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&-F&-F&-F&—
F&-F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N)
Homocide for the brodie
You beat a body, get a Rollie
We don't entertain no police
I'm certified with my dodie
They would catch hell 'bout woadie
Got a bigger scale for the dodie
I done met friends in Dolce
We done met and chopped it up on some cool shit, uh
Only time my slime talk murder's on the cruise ships, uh
Got that cutter and it's longer than a pool stick, uh
Straight face, no dates, I'm a heavyweight
I ain't even gotta tell my dawgs to keep one in the chamber
Ready to take it off your shoulder, frustration and anger
Yeah, they get it, don't approach us, f*ck bein' famous
Long as I got my...
Let's go
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
These bullets, they be goin' through doors
Drop low, get down on the floor
Young nigga, they gon' 'head and wipe your nose
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&), F&N (F&N)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Call the Coroner
He always has been the largest, you know, drug kingpin, uh, out there
(Say f*ck the drug test, gon' pass my gas mask)
I think he's responsible for, for hundreds of quantities of drugs moving it into the United States
(Flat screen, I back back, I see my racks stacked)
I wanna live like a drug lord, but I wanna be glorious
Sometimes I feel like a kingpin, I'm so victorious
I got a white and a black girl, they look like an Oreo
I come through poppin' it off, call the coroner
You see these chains on my neck, look like Mardi Gras
I'm throwin' the cash in the air like a volleyball
Pink shirt on me just to match my diamonds
NASCAR Lamborghini when I'm drivin'
Big dawg but I feel just like a giant
Withdrawals, pass my cup, I think I'm dyin'
Say f*ck the drug test, go'n pass my gas mask
Flat screen, I back back, I see my racks stacked
Super like Goldie Mack, hoe caught an asthma attack
Hoes gettin' their toes tagged, kill 'em dead at Hermes
Turn up on purpose, I have her nervous
I don't have no stylist, make my own purchase
Low top my Gucci, I was wrapped in turban
Knew she was a hoochie, I had to murk it
Now I got power, I feel like Curtis
I gave her Pucci, I felt like she was worth it
I wanna live like a drug lord, but I wanna be glorious
Sometimes I feel like a kingpin, I'm so victorious
I got a white and a black girl, they look like an Oreo
I come through poppin' it off, call the coroner
You see these chains on my neck, look like Mardi Gras
I'm throwin' the cash in the air like a volleyball
Pink shirt on me just to match my diamonds
NASCAR Lamborghini when I'm drivin'
Say f*ck the drug test, go'n pass my gas mask
Flat screen, I back back, I see my racks stacked
Say f*ck the drug test, go'n pass my gas mask
Flat screen, I back back, I see my racks stacked
(The WIZRD)
(Say f*ck the drug test, gon' pass my gas mask)
I think he's responsible for, for hundreds of quantities of drugs moving it into the United States
(Flat screen, I back back, I see my racks stacked)
I wanna live like a drug lord, but I wanna be glorious
Sometimes I feel like a kingpin, I'm so victorious
I got a white and a black girl, they look like an Oreo
I come through poppin' it off, call the coroner
You see these chains on my neck, look like Mardi Gras
I'm throwin' the cash in the air like a volleyball
Pink shirt on me just to match my diamonds
NASCAR Lamborghini when I'm drivin'
Big dawg but I feel just like a giant
Withdrawals, pass my cup, I think I'm dyin'
Say f*ck the drug test, go'n pass my gas mask
Flat screen, I back back, I see my racks stacked
Super like Goldie Mack, hoe caught an asthma attack
Hoes gettin' their toes tagged, kill 'em dead at Hermes
Turn up on purpose, I have her nervous
I don't have no stylist, make my own purchase
Low top my Gucci, I was wrapped in turban
Knew she was a hoochie, I had to murk it
Now I got power, I feel like Curtis
I gave her Pucci, I felt like she was worth it
I wanna live like a drug lord, but I wanna be glorious
Sometimes I feel like a kingpin, I'm so victorious
I got a white and a black girl, they look like an Oreo
I come through poppin' it off, call the coroner
You see these chains on my neck, look like Mardi Gras
I'm throwin' the cash in the air like a volleyball
Pink shirt on me just to match my diamonds
NASCAR Lamborghini when I'm drivin'
Say f*ck the drug test, go'n pass my gas mask
Flat screen, I back back, I see my racks stacked
Say f*ck the drug test, go'n pass my gas mask
Flat screen, I back back, I see my racks stacked
(The WIZRD)
Writer: Bryan Lamar Simmons, Kevin Gomringer, Nayvadius Wilburn, Tim Gomringer
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Talk Shit Like a Preacher
I'm lovin' it
Yeah
Tell you some shit, I'ma tell you some shit, yeah
(Check this out, check this out right here, okay, okay)
Word
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
I designered my sneakers, yeah
I done f*cked my teacher
Talk shit like a preacher (Talk)
On the corner with a beeper (On the corner with a beeper)
Never sat in the bleachers (I never did)
Ball harder than a player in the game
So fresh it's illegal (Fresh)
I'm in trap hall of fame (Woo, woo)
Cartier my eyes (Cartier my eyes)
Trap 'til the sunrise (Trap)
Wanna hit it on flight (Hittin' it)
Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe)
Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe)
Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe)
Made the car go skrrt (Skrrt)
Got light blue lights (Light blue lights)
I wrapped in Saran (I wrapped in Saran)
I f*cked it, I'm payin' (F*cked it, I'm payin')
We go to Japan (We go to Japan)
We shop when we land (We shop when we land)
And I got a four four
Strapped up, goin' loco (Cuckoo)
Makin' over the Richard Mille
Gettin' fresh like photo (GoPro)
Uh, I am the original bop (Uh)
I spill it up, they gon' mop (Uh)
Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh)
Exotic bitch on my Black Card (Huh)
Ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo)
Please, please, make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)
Lowkey, Richie Rich, no tick tock (Huh)
Hot, hot, hotter than a matchbox (Huh)
King Pluto came off the back block
I designered my sneakers (Huh)
I done f*cked my teacher (Huh)
Talk shit like a preacher (Huh)
On the corner with a beeper (Huh)
Never sat in the bleachers (Huh)
Ball harder than a player in the game (Huh)
So fresh it's illegal (Fresh)
I'm in trap hall of fame (Trap)
Cartier my eyes (Swoop)
Trap 'til the sunrise (Swoop)
Wanna hit it on flight (Swoop)
Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe)
Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe)
Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe)
Got light blue lights (Car go uh)
Made the car go skrrt (Light blue)
Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh)
Exotic bitch on my Black Card (Huh, huh)
Ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo)
Please, please, make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)
Make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)
Yeah
Tell you some shit, I'ma tell you some shit, yeah
(Check this out, check this out right here, okay, okay)
Word
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
I designered my sneakers, yeah
I done f*cked my teacher
Talk shit like a preacher (Talk)
On the corner with a beeper (On the corner with a beeper)
Never sat in the bleachers (I never did)
Ball harder than a player in the game
So fresh it's illegal (Fresh)
I'm in trap hall of fame (Woo, woo)
Cartier my eyes (Cartier my eyes)
Trap 'til the sunrise (Trap)
Wanna hit it on flight (Hittin' it)
Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe)
Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe)
Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe)
Made the car go skrrt (Skrrt)
Got light blue lights (Light blue lights)
I wrapped in Saran (I wrapped in Saran)
I f*cked it, I'm payin' (F*cked it, I'm payin')
We go to Japan (We go to Japan)
We shop when we land (We shop when we land)
And I got a four four
Strapped up, goin' loco (Cuckoo)
Makin' over the Richard Mille
Gettin' fresh like photo (GoPro)
Uh, I am the original bop (Uh)
I spill it up, they gon' mop (Uh)
Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh)
Exotic bitch on my Black Card (Huh)
Ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo)
Please, please, make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)
Lowkey, Richie Rich, no tick tock (Huh)
Hot, hot, hotter than a matchbox (Huh)
King Pluto came off the back block
I designered my sneakers (Huh)
I done f*cked my teacher (Huh)
Talk shit like a preacher (Huh)
On the corner with a beeper (Huh)
Never sat in the bleachers (Huh)
Ball harder than a player in the game (Huh)
So fresh it's illegal (Fresh)
I'm in trap hall of fame (Trap)
Cartier my eyes (Swoop)
Trap 'til the sunrise (Swoop)
Wanna hit it on flight (Swoop)
Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe)
Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe)
Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe)
Got light blue lights (Car go uh)
Made the car go skrrt (Light blue)
Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh)
Exotic bitch on my Black Card (Huh, huh)
Ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo)
Please, please, make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)
Make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)
Writer: Nayvadius Wilburn, Jacob Canady
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Promise U That
It ain't no talk on this
You're a bad lil' bitch, don't worry, ah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Yeah
Cartier diamonds, my mascot
Tell your main nigga he your ex now
Finna push up, bring your ass out
Where you come from? Where you from now?
I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah
Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah
After this, right back to him, like an accident
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Came in a car, you gon' leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I'ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in a car, and you gon' leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)
I know you don't want no scrub, no-no-no, no-no-no
Baby, this thuggin' love, no-no, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Came up in the club, aw, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Tryna make some love, yah-yah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Ass like your mommy, know you won't try me
Hop on the trolley just to seem me
Came with nobody, leave with nobody
Reason you came, just to see me
Backstage pass with your ass out
You got no shame how you came out
Baby, I promise, I'll respect game
Only thing that I can say is
Cartier diamonds, my mascot
Tell your main nigga he your ex now
Finna push up, bring your ass out
Where you come from? Where you from now?
I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah
Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah
After this, right back to him, like an accident
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Came in a car, you gon' leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I'ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in a car, and you gon' leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)
Came in a dress, you gon' leave in a mink, I can promise you that
(Promise you that, promise you that, promise you that)
Came in a dress, you gon' leave in a mink, I can promise you that
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Permanent issues got me thinkin' outside the box
They was sayin' I was cocky, I don't feel like I'm cocky enough
Yeah, he f*ck you and I f*ck you, I don't wanna get caught carin' too much
I can't expect you to change when you did it for fame, yeah
I'm thinkin' tropical, beaches and leeches, I'm thinkin' private, oh
From the car to the jet, from the jet to the beach, got a million-some dollars on me
Got a milli' on me with a Richard Mille on me, I'm the bigger homie
I don't get no sleep, I made love on these corners
Cartier diamonds, my mascot
Tell your main nigga he your ex now
Finna push up, bring your ass out
Where you come from? Where you from now?
I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah
Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah
After this, right back to him, like an accident
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Came in a car, you gon' leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I'ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in a car, and you gon' leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)
Never met no nigga flyer than me, I can promise you that (Promise you that)
Promise you that, promise you that, promise you that
Never met no nigga talkin' to you when he f*ck you like that
I always wonder if she loyal (I always wonder)
I hope we on the same accord (Woo)
Let me flex all my rings
Let's converse off Codeine (Yeah)
You're a bad lil' bitch, don't worry, ah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Yeah
Cartier diamonds, my mascot
Tell your main nigga he your ex now
Finna push up, bring your ass out
Where you come from? Where you from now?
I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah
Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah
After this, right back to him, like an accident
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Came in a car, you gon' leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I'ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in a car, and you gon' leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)
I know you don't want no scrub, no-no-no, no-no-no
Baby, this thuggin' love, no-no, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Came up in the club, aw, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Tryna make some love, yah-yah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Ass like your mommy, know you won't try me
Hop on the trolley just to seem me
Came with nobody, leave with nobody
Reason you came, just to see me
Backstage pass with your ass out
You got no shame how you came out
Baby, I promise, I'll respect game
Only thing that I can say is
Cartier diamonds, my mascot
Tell your main nigga he your ex now
Finna push up, bring your ass out
Where you come from? Where you from now?
I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah
Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah
After this, right back to him, like an accident
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Came in a car, you gon' leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I'ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in a car, and you gon' leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)
Came in a dress, you gon' leave in a mink, I can promise you that
(Promise you that, promise you that, promise you that)
Came in a dress, you gon' leave in a mink, I can promise you that
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Permanent issues got me thinkin' outside the box
They was sayin' I was cocky, I don't feel like I'm cocky enough
Yeah, he f*ck you and I f*ck you, I don't wanna get caught carin' too much
I can't expect you to change when you did it for fame, yeah
I'm thinkin' tropical, beaches and leeches, I'm thinkin' private, oh
From the car to the jet, from the jet to the beach, got a million-some dollars on me
Got a milli' on me with a Richard Mille on me, I'm the bigger homie
I don't get no sleep, I made love on these corners
Cartier diamonds, my mascot
Tell your main nigga he your ex now
Finna push up, bring your ass out
Where you come from? Where you from now?
I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah
Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah
After this, right back to him, like an accident
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Came in a car, you gon' leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I'ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in a car, and you gon' leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)
Never met no nigga flyer than me, I can promise you that (Promise you that)
Promise you that, promise you that, promise you that
Never met no nigga talkin' to you when he f*ck you like that
I always wonder if she loyal (I always wonder)
I hope we on the same accord (Woo)
Let me flex all my rings
Let's converse off Codeine (Yeah)
Writer: Brytavious Chambers, Kyle Van Riper, Maudell Watkins, Nayvadius Wilburn, Westen Broek Weiss
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Stick to the Models
Ayy, bro, is that Jambo?
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
Yeah, Pluto
Went through the clouds, ain't I never, never comin' down
Never comin' down, oh
Yeah yeah, yeah
Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can f*ck on together tomorrow
F*ckin' my wrist up, f*ckin' a brick up, yeah, go'n and hop on a charter
I go to sprintin', I go to take off for cash, yeah, I'm not a jogger
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava
'Cause I'm in that mode, everything on go, I got a deal with my goggles
Suicide doors, oh, reachin' my goals, thankin' my heavenly father
I'm on my grind, ain't no slowin' down, I done put up the bottle
I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I'ma just stick to the models
I'ma just stick to the models and hit it
I'ma just stick to the guala and get it
I can't come up short, I'm goin' to get it
I can afford to keep all my bitches
I got her laid up, she bad and sadity
I got my weight up, I'm carryin' my city
I got vicarious, my ears, they blurry
Put up, no worries, she know she insured
I keep it real, ain't talkin' absurd
I lost the feelin' of drankin' on syrup
Put up them M's, my Federal Reserve
Tell you the truth, I got caught in the urge
Tell you the truth, I come up from the dirt
She play with no panties, a lil' bitty skirt
I hit it on Xanax and I made it squirt
A really rich nigga, and I'm goin' berserk
Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can f*ck on together tomorrow
F*ckin' my wrist up, f*ckin' a brick up, yeah, go'n and hop on a charter
I go to sprintin', I go to take off for cash, yeah, I'm not a jogger
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava
'Cause I'm in that mode, everything on go, I got a deal with my goggles
Suicide doors, oh, reachin' my goals, thankin' my heavenly father
I'm on my grind, ain't no slowin' down, I done put up the bottle
I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I'ma just stick to the models
I got two blonde snow bunnies
Sendin' me pics to the 'Gram
I got some bitches, they linin' up
They wanna f*ck me just 'cause who I am
I f*cked them gold digging bitches
I never will love her or trust her, but pay her
Lookin' out for her, but ain't takin' care of her
She know it ain't no way in hell
I keep it real with you, keep it real with me
That's all we can do
Know how to deal with you, know how to deal with me
Shawty get wet as a pool
We call it fair game
When it come down to my bros and swappin' the hoes
I send my main thang to get your main thang
We gon' f*ck that hoe on the low
Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can f*ck on together tomorrow
F*ckin' my wrist up, f*ckin' a brick up, yeah, go'n and hop on a charter
I go to sprintin', I go to take off for cash, yeah, I'm not a jogger
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava
'Cause I'm in that mode, everything on go, I got a deal with my goggles
Suicide doors, oh, reachin' my goals, thankin' my heavenly father
I'm on my grind, ain't no slowin' down, I done put up the bottle
I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I'ma just stick to the models
I keep it real, ain't talkin' absurd
I lost the feelin' of drankin' on syrup
Put up them M's, my Federal Reserve
Tell you the truth, I got caught in the urge
Two blonde snow bunnies
Sendin' me pics to the 'Gram
Deal with you
Who know how to deal with you, know how to deal with me
Shawty get wet as a pool
Who know how to
Deal with you
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
Yeah, Pluto
Went through the clouds, ain't I never, never comin' down
Never comin' down, oh
Yeah yeah, yeah
Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can f*ck on together tomorrow
F*ckin' my wrist up, f*ckin' a brick up, yeah, go'n and hop on a charter
I go to sprintin', I go to take off for cash, yeah, I'm not a jogger
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava
'Cause I'm in that mode, everything on go, I got a deal with my goggles
Suicide doors, oh, reachin' my goals, thankin' my heavenly father
I'm on my grind, ain't no slowin' down, I done put up the bottle
I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I'ma just stick to the models
I'ma just stick to the models and hit it
I'ma just stick to the guala and get it
I can't come up short, I'm goin' to get it
I can afford to keep all my bitches
I got her laid up, she bad and sadity
I got my weight up, I'm carryin' my city
I got vicarious, my ears, they blurry
Put up, no worries, she know she insured
I keep it real, ain't talkin' absurd
I lost the feelin' of drankin' on syrup
Put up them M's, my Federal Reserve
Tell you the truth, I got caught in the urge
Tell you the truth, I come up from the dirt
She play with no panties, a lil' bitty skirt
I hit it on Xanax and I made it squirt
A really rich nigga, and I'm goin' berserk
Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can f*ck on together tomorrow
F*ckin' my wrist up, f*ckin' a brick up, yeah, go'n and hop on a charter
I go to sprintin', I go to take off for cash, yeah, I'm not a jogger
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava
'Cause I'm in that mode, everything on go, I got a deal with my goggles
Suicide doors, oh, reachin' my goals, thankin' my heavenly father
I'm on my grind, ain't no slowin' down, I done put up the bottle
I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I'ma just stick to the models
I got two blonde snow bunnies
Sendin' me pics to the 'Gram
I got some bitches, they linin' up
They wanna f*ck me just 'cause who I am
I f*cked them gold digging bitches
I never will love her or trust her, but pay her
Lookin' out for her, but ain't takin' care of her
She know it ain't no way in hell
I keep it real with you, keep it real with me
That's all we can do
Know how to deal with you, know how to deal with me
Shawty get wet as a pool
We call it fair game
When it come down to my bros and swappin' the hoes
I send my main thang to get your main thang
We gon' f*ck that hoe on the low
Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can f*ck on together tomorrow
F*ckin' my wrist up, f*ckin' a brick up, yeah, go'n and hop on a charter
I go to sprintin', I go to take off for cash, yeah, I'm not a jogger
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava
'Cause I'm in that mode, everything on go, I got a deal with my goggles
Suicide doors, oh, reachin' my goals, thankin' my heavenly father
I'm on my grind, ain't no slowin' down, I done put up the bottle
I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I'ma just stick to the models
I keep it real, ain't talkin' absurd
I lost the feelin' of drankin' on syrup
Put up them M's, my Federal Reserve
Tell you the truth, I got caught in the urge
Two blonde snow bunnies
Sendin' me pics to the 'Gram
Deal with you
Who know how to deal with you, know how to deal with me
Shawty get wet as a pool
Who know how to
Deal with you
Writer: Nayvadius Wilburn, Jacob Canady, Raul Bermejo
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Overdose
This shit, this shit, this shit, it's like Velveeta
You see what I'm sayin'?
It's, it's, it's overload, overload, overload
Swag overdose (Yeah), swag to the most
Bodybag Dior, as well as Saint Laurent
Balenciaga, run it up (Balenci'), pop collar with a slut
Top shotta in the guts, double M, it's a must
Maybach, sippin' mud, matte black with the guts
Blasted off, enjoy it, blast off in a toy
They gon' really get destroyed, they gon' really get employed
Transport a lot of guns (Uh huh), take a bad bitch to lunch (Uh huh)
I'm too rich to be sober
I done f*cked off in Gucci, I done bought over ten Rovers
Gave a thousand bags to the soldiers
I done put a lot on my shoulders (Yeah)
I ain't holdin' out, I'm the coldest (Ain't holdin' back)
I ain't holdin' back, I'm devoted (Ain't holdin' back)
You can be the wave, I'm the ocean (You be the wave)
I done ran away with the bands (Yeah)
I done f*cked the face of a fan (I f*cked her face)
I done gave away a Cayenne (I gave away)
Got the whole world takin' Xans (The world)
Ben Franky out the gang gang, turnt up to the max (The max)
My lil' goon made a million dollars, now she ain't gettin' whacked
My wrist must be on drugs, my ears must be on drugs
My chain must be on drugs, I'm lookin' like I'm on drugs
My right pocket got drugs, my left side pocket got drugs
My pinky finger on drugs, I'm flooded out on drugs
Swag overdose (Yeah), swag to the most
Bodybag Dior, as well as Saint Laurent
Balenciaga, run it up (Balenci'), pop collar with a slut
Top shotta in the guts, double M, it's a must
Maybach, sippin' mud, matte black with the guts
Blasted off, enjoy it, blast off in a toy
They gon' really get destroyed, they gon' really get employed
Transport a lot of guns (Uh huh), take a bad bitch to lunch (Uh huh)
Blast off in a toy (Uh huh)
Whip the soft 'til it's hard (Uh huh)
Sadity shit like McCartney (Huh)
My whip crazy in the Forgis (Uh-huh)
All my white bitches like it (Uh-huh)
Sendin' a tip where to strike it (Uh-huh)
You see what I'm sayin'?
It's, it's, it's overload, overload, overload
Swag overdose (Yeah), swag to the most
Bodybag Dior, as well as Saint Laurent
Balenciaga, run it up (Balenci'), pop collar with a slut
Top shotta in the guts, double M, it's a must
Maybach, sippin' mud, matte black with the guts
Blasted off, enjoy it, blast off in a toy
They gon' really get destroyed, they gon' really get employed
Transport a lot of guns (Uh huh), take a bad bitch to lunch (Uh huh)
I'm too rich to be sober
I done f*cked off in Gucci, I done bought over ten Rovers
Gave a thousand bags to the soldiers
I done put a lot on my shoulders (Yeah)
I ain't holdin' out, I'm the coldest (Ain't holdin' back)
I ain't holdin' back, I'm devoted (Ain't holdin' back)
You can be the wave, I'm the ocean (You be the wave)
I done ran away with the bands (Yeah)
I done f*cked the face of a fan (I f*cked her face)
I done gave away a Cayenne (I gave away)
Got the whole world takin' Xans (The world)
Ben Franky out the gang gang, turnt up to the max (The max)
My lil' goon made a million dollars, now she ain't gettin' whacked
My wrist must be on drugs, my ears must be on drugs
My chain must be on drugs, I'm lookin' like I'm on drugs
My right pocket got drugs, my left side pocket got drugs
My pinky finger on drugs, I'm flooded out on drugs
Swag overdose (Yeah), swag to the most
Bodybag Dior, as well as Saint Laurent
Balenciaga, run it up (Balenci'), pop collar with a slut
Top shotta in the guts, double M, it's a must
Maybach, sippin' mud, matte black with the guts
Blasted off, enjoy it, blast off in a toy
They gon' really get destroyed, they gon' really get employed
Transport a lot of guns (Uh huh), take a bad bitch to lunch (Uh huh)
Blast off in a toy (Uh huh)
Whip the soft 'til it's hard (Uh huh)
Sadity shit like McCartney (Huh)
My whip crazy in the Forgis (Uh-huh)
All my white bitches like it (Uh-huh)
Sendin' a tip where to strike it (Uh-huh)
Writer: Joshua Howard Luellen, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Krazy But True
Benz coupe look like a fish tank with a shark in it
Penthouse got a livin' room with a garage in it, I can park in it
Damn, that's crazy, but it's true
(Wheezy outta here)
I'm god to you niggas
I worked too hard just to spoil you niggas
You need to pay me my respect
Your socks, rings, and your lean
The way you drop your mixtapes, your ad-libs and everything
Damn, that's crazy, but it's true
They jumped on my wave before they throwed Max in the cage
I was gettin' 30K a show, I was the ghost behind the page
I freestyle every day
I never depend on none of these rappers
They bite me anyway
Damn, that's crazy, but it's true
Who a bigger influence than me in fashion?
And I ain't kissin' asses, far from social media happy
I'm lookin' past it
Damn, that's crazy, but it's true
If you look into my eyes, tell me what I'm thinkin'
I'm smellin' like kush, Promethazine drinkin'
This ecstasy the only reason why my heart beatin'
I need you by my side, it's very therapeutic
And I'm goin' to the moon, I'm the man, man
I'm fresher than them every day
We makin' love every time she come through
Tell me, damn, that's crazy, but it's true
Tell me, you a God
Damn, that's crazy, but it's true
I put Rolex diamonds on your neck, baby
Damn, that's crazy, but it's true
The G-Wagon out for the 'Gram
Ain't no sponsor, no basic bitch tryna expose who I am
I don't need betrayal
Let me have my way, but now you know you can't share
I know life ain't fair sometimes, but real niggas rare
Damn, that's crazy, but it's true
I don't do side bitches, they all my bitches, I ain't tryna hide bitches
I don't need the media in my business
Damn, that's crazy, but it's true
I've been abused by struggle
I don't know what's real
I'll die for you
Die for you
I'm fresher than them every day
We makin' love every time she come through
Tell me, damn, that's crazy, but it's true
Tell me, you a God
Damn, that's crazy, but it's true
I put Rolex diamonds on your neck, baby
Damn, that's crazy, but it's true
Damn, that's crazy, but it's true
(Look into my eyes, what I'm thinkin')
I need you by my side
Therapeutic
And I'm goin' to the moon, I'm the man, man
Damn, that's crazy, but it's true
Penthouse got a livin' room with a garage in it, I can park in it
Damn, that's crazy, but it's true
(Wheezy outta here)
I'm god to you niggas
I worked too hard just to spoil you niggas
You need to pay me my respect
Your socks, rings, and your lean
The way you drop your mixtapes, your ad-libs and everything
Damn, that's crazy, but it's true
They jumped on my wave before they throwed Max in the cage
I was gettin' 30K a show, I was the ghost behind the page
I freestyle every day
I never depend on none of these rappers
They bite me anyway
Damn, that's crazy, but it's true
Who a bigger influence than me in fashion?
And I ain't kissin' asses, far from social media happy
I'm lookin' past it
Damn, that's crazy, but it's true
If you look into my eyes, tell me what I'm thinkin'
I'm smellin' like kush, Promethazine drinkin'
This ecstasy the only reason why my heart beatin'
I need you by my side, it's very therapeutic
And I'm goin' to the moon, I'm the man, man
I'm fresher than them every day
We makin' love every time she come through
Tell me, damn, that's crazy, but it's true
Tell me, you a God
Damn, that's crazy, but it's true
I put Rolex diamonds on your neck, baby
Damn, that's crazy, but it's true
The G-Wagon out for the 'Gram
Ain't no sponsor, no basic bitch tryna expose who I am
I don't need betrayal
Let me have my way, but now you know you can't share
I know life ain't fair sometimes, but real niggas rare
Damn, that's crazy, but it's true
I don't do side bitches, they all my bitches, I ain't tryna hide bitches
I don't need the media in my business
Damn, that's crazy, but it's true
I've been abused by struggle
I don't know what's real
I'll die for you
Die for you
I'm fresher than them every day
We makin' love every time she come through
Tell me, damn, that's crazy, but it's true
Tell me, you a God
Damn, that's crazy, but it's true
I put Rolex diamonds on your neck, baby
Damn, that's crazy, but it's true
Damn, that's crazy, but it's true
(Look into my eyes, what I'm thinkin')
I need you by my side
Therapeutic
And I'm goin' to the moon, I'm the man, man
Damn, that's crazy, but it's true
Writer: Colin C Franken, Corbin Smidzik, Derek Mondock, Nayvadius Wilburn, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Servin Killa Kam
In the war zone with the hittas
Yeah, check gang though
I'ma pop up on you in the latest
Count my racks up, take a little dope
Get my pistol, I don't trust these folk
I f*ck with shawty 'cause she don't post (Post, post)
These niggas, yeah, yeah, know I'm the GOAT
St. Regis, 27th floor
I'm with some heathens, they doin' the most (Most, most)
Christian Louboutin, blood on the floor (Floor, floor)
I'm so militant, Valentino camo
Maserati (Woo), that's a body
I been fresh (Woo), Osh B'gosh
Poor or pimp, do or die
Buyin' presidential by the ten pack, ran an M up in the Cadillac
I was gettin' it on the air mattress, servin' rocks in some Air Maxes
Blendin' in with my habitat, hit it hard, then double back
Credit card, that was scammer time, undecided then I drove by it
Benz coupe with the white tires, was a prototype
In the 305, drivin' 105
On the 95, hammer on my side
I've been way too quiet, I get way too fly
I got water diamonds, throw 'em on a dyke
I got an orange light, I got some green kush
I got some clear ice, you need to stay put
I got on white socks, give me some white top
I got a white Richard Mille, cost a whole car
I came up from out the field, workin' that ol' boy
Servin' Killa Cam, bought a new toy
This that Juelz Santana, rockin' them Gucci bandanas
Bought a pink poodle for a stack, gave it to shawty for her birthday
Had her posted up on the runway, I'm gettin' like Floyd with the grandé
Slangin' that raw on the runway, pourin' up drank on a Tuesday
I was on a yacht on a Tuesday, keep it on God, come Tuesday
Maserati truck on Tuesday, better keep up, don't lose me
Gettin' geeked up, I'm exclusive
Two cell phones, and I'm ruthless
Two cups on, and I'm vicious
In the war zone with the hittas
I was goin' in the house with the vision
I done came back out with a million
I was hypnotizin' yay', I was cookin' up powder yay'
I was makin' it shower yay', for 43 hours, yay
I'm proud to say I made it, got the whole damn world invaded
3K hit the phone, I ain't save it
I be sittin' in the 'yo when they hatin'
I'ma pop up on you in the latest
She was talkin' that shit and I paid it
Count my racks up, take a little dope
Get my pistol, I don't trust these folk
I f*ck with shawty 'cause she don't post (Post, post)
These niggas, yeah, yeah, know I'm the GOAT
In the 305, drivin' 105
On the 95, hammer on my side
This that Juelz Santana, rockin' them Gucci bandanas
Servin' Killa Cam, bought a new toy
Bought a new toy
Bought a new toy
Servin' Killa Cam
This that Juelz Santana, rockin' them Gucci bandanas
Yeah, check gang though
I'ma pop up on you in the latest
Count my racks up, take a little dope
Get my pistol, I don't trust these folk
I f*ck with shawty 'cause she don't post (Post, post)
These niggas, yeah, yeah, know I'm the GOAT
St. Regis, 27th floor
I'm with some heathens, they doin' the most (Most, most)
Christian Louboutin, blood on the floor (Floor, floor)
I'm so militant, Valentino camo
Maserati (Woo), that's a body
I been fresh (Woo), Osh B'gosh
Poor or pimp, do or die
Buyin' presidential by the ten pack, ran an M up in the Cadillac
I was gettin' it on the air mattress, servin' rocks in some Air Maxes
Blendin' in with my habitat, hit it hard, then double back
Credit card, that was scammer time, undecided then I drove by it
Benz coupe with the white tires, was a prototype
In the 305, drivin' 105
On the 95, hammer on my side
I've been way too quiet, I get way too fly
I got water diamonds, throw 'em on a dyke
I got an orange light, I got some green kush
I got some clear ice, you need to stay put
I got on white socks, give me some white top
I got a white Richard Mille, cost a whole car
I came up from out the field, workin' that ol' boy
Servin' Killa Cam, bought a new toy
This that Juelz Santana, rockin' them Gucci bandanas
Bought a pink poodle for a stack, gave it to shawty for her birthday
Had her posted up on the runway, I'm gettin' like Floyd with the grandé
Slangin' that raw on the runway, pourin' up drank on a Tuesday
I was on a yacht on a Tuesday, keep it on God, come Tuesday
Maserati truck on Tuesday, better keep up, don't lose me
Gettin' geeked up, I'm exclusive
Two cell phones, and I'm ruthless
Two cups on, and I'm vicious
In the war zone with the hittas
I was goin' in the house with the vision
I done came back out with a million
I was hypnotizin' yay', I was cookin' up powder yay'
I was makin' it shower yay', for 43 hours, yay
I'm proud to say I made it, got the whole damn world invaded
3K hit the phone, I ain't save it
I be sittin' in the 'yo when they hatin'
I'ma pop up on you in the latest
She was talkin' that shit and I paid it
Count my racks up, take a little dope
Get my pistol, I don't trust these folk
I f*ck with shawty 'cause she don't post (Post, post)
These niggas, yeah, yeah, know I'm the GOAT
In the 305, drivin' 105
On the 95, hammer on my side
This that Juelz Santana, rockin' them Gucci bandanas
Servin' Killa Cam, bought a new toy
Bought a new toy
Bought a new toy
Servin' Killa Cam
This that Juelz Santana, rockin' them Gucci bandanas
Writer: Dwan Avery, Joshua Howard Luellen, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Baptiize
Went and baptized my wrist in VVS', oh
Stackin' this mula up to Avatar
Bentayga, Rolls Royces, etcetera, etcetera
High profile drug dealers, oh
Canary yellow stones on the Amazon
I'm workin' every day like I'm the last don
F*ck the investigation, we some Talibans
And when it come to emotions, I play camouflage
Too bad, she want diamonds on her ankles (Uh)
Balencis when you wear them cross trainers with me
In Milano, all my money exchangin'
I gave her so much money she got my ex still claimin' me
I ordered the jet because I hope she ain't tryna frame me
I'ma keep a dirty stick, you ever think I ain't the same me
Got a Bel Air address, but this money never changed me
I stay next to Uncle Will, but I'm still the same me
I done seen Jada Pinkett sittin' out on her blanket
Came up around murderers and most of 'em shiesty
She was already bad, but my money made her feisty
She done been in love before, but I done got her icy
I done sold drugs before and couldn't bust out of Rice Street
I came from off the floor, you won't find no nigga like me
I done told you once before, you gotta say it's spicy
Makin' money is the only thing excite me
Went and baptized my wrist in VVS', oh
Stackin' this mula up to Avatar
Bentayga, Rolls Royces, etcetera, etcetera
High profile drug dealers, oh
Canary yellow stones on the Amazon
I'm workin' every day like I'm the last don
F*ck the investigation, we some Talibans
And when it come to emotions, I play camouflage
I'ma keep a dirty stick, you ever think I ain't the same me
I'ma keep a dirty stick, you ever think I ain't the same me
She done been in love before, but I done got her icy
High profile drug dealers, oh
I need a freak on sight, I got ice on ice on ice on ice
I got ice on ice on ice on ice
Keep that white on white on white on white
Keep some white on white on white on white
We rockin' Rollies for real, we rockin' Rollies for real
We rockin' Rollies for real, we rockin' Rollies for real
I was just gettin' me some mula, I come from the streets and I jump on a Lear
I don't wanna do nothin' but profit, I see it, I want it, I cop it
I got several different options, you don't want it with these horses
You don't wanna get to poppin', you don't wanna start sparkin'
Ain't no renegotiatin', we ain't even tryna bargain
They runnin' out of the Ace, anything else, we don't even want it
Peep how we came up the interstate, peep how we never gon' lose
Peep how they peepin' and watchin' me runnin' off with everything that I do
We didn't do this for no fun, I didn't do this just to slack
I did it all for the love, I put the gang on the map
We takin' cash at the door, oh wait, you can't even get through the door
We rollin' up in the police face, we got some cash to blow
20 dollars for a gram, tryna stuff a 2.5 in a Backwood
Niggas know who I am all through your city 'cause they know the cash good
I need a freak on sight, I got ice on ice on ice on ice
I got ice on ice on ice on ice
No you can't sit in the trap
Keep that white on white on white on white
Keep some white on white on white on white
We rockin' Rollies for real, we rockin' Rollies for real
We rockin' Rollies for real, we rockin' Rollies for real
You watchin' the style, bite on bite on bite
We don't want nothin' but some hundreds and 50s, some hundreds and 50s
(You watchin' the style, bite on bite on bite)
Stackin' this mula up to Avatar
Bentayga, Rolls Royces, etcetera, etcetera
High profile drug dealers, oh
Canary yellow stones on the Amazon
I'm workin' every day like I'm the last don
F*ck the investigation, we some Talibans
And when it come to emotions, I play camouflage
Too bad, she want diamonds on her ankles (Uh)
Balencis when you wear them cross trainers with me
In Milano, all my money exchangin'
I gave her so much money she got my ex still claimin' me
I ordered the jet because I hope she ain't tryna frame me
I'ma keep a dirty stick, you ever think I ain't the same me
Got a Bel Air address, but this money never changed me
I stay next to Uncle Will, but I'm still the same me
I done seen Jada Pinkett sittin' out on her blanket
Came up around murderers and most of 'em shiesty
She was already bad, but my money made her feisty
She done been in love before, but I done got her icy
I done sold drugs before and couldn't bust out of Rice Street
I came from off the floor, you won't find no nigga like me
I done told you once before, you gotta say it's spicy
Makin' money is the only thing excite me
Went and baptized my wrist in VVS', oh
Stackin' this mula up to Avatar
Bentayga, Rolls Royces, etcetera, etcetera
High profile drug dealers, oh
Canary yellow stones on the Amazon
I'm workin' every day like I'm the last don
F*ck the investigation, we some Talibans
And when it come to emotions, I play camouflage
I'ma keep a dirty stick, you ever think I ain't the same me
I'ma keep a dirty stick, you ever think I ain't the same me
She done been in love before, but I done got her icy
High profile drug dealers, oh
I need a freak on sight, I got ice on ice on ice on ice
I got ice on ice on ice on ice
Keep that white on white on white on white
Keep some white on white on white on white
We rockin' Rollies for real, we rockin' Rollies for real
We rockin' Rollies for real, we rockin' Rollies for real
I was just gettin' me some mula, I come from the streets and I jump on a Lear
I don't wanna do nothin' but profit, I see it, I want it, I cop it
I got several different options, you don't want it with these horses
You don't wanna get to poppin', you don't wanna start sparkin'
Ain't no renegotiatin', we ain't even tryna bargain
They runnin' out of the Ace, anything else, we don't even want it
Peep how we came up the interstate, peep how we never gon' lose
Peep how they peepin' and watchin' me runnin' off with everything that I do
We didn't do this for no fun, I didn't do this just to slack
I did it all for the love, I put the gang on the map
We takin' cash at the door, oh wait, you can't even get through the door
We rollin' up in the police face, we got some cash to blow
20 dollars for a gram, tryna stuff a 2.5 in a Backwood
Niggas know who I am all through your city 'cause they know the cash good
I need a freak on sight, I got ice on ice on ice on ice
I got ice on ice on ice on ice
No you can't sit in the trap
Keep that white on white on white on white
Keep some white on white on white on white
We rockin' Rollies for real, we rockin' Rollies for real
We rockin' Rollies for real, we rockin' Rollies for real
You watchin' the style, bite on bite on bite
We don't want nothin' but some hundreds and 50s, some hundreds and 50s
(You watchin' the style, bite on bite on bite)
Writer: Eduardo Earle, Joshua Howard Luellen, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Unicorn Purp
Wizard of Oz
Uni, uni, unicorn
(Atl Jacob)
Unicorn
Yeah
Gave the Philippe to that lil' bitty bitch
And I made her a monster (made her a monster)
I can't address all the issues I'm dealin' with
I'm goin' bonkers (goin' brazy)
You not meetin' up to my criteria
I'm not responsive (I'm not responsive)
We done kidnapped your girl on the low
And she been goin' bonkers (she goin' brazy)
I had apartments filled up with the work
You can go ask Tonya (yeah, she gon' tell you)
I spent 20 G's just on one purse
I'm gettin' at that llama (and that's on God)
I came straight from that mothaf*ckin' dirt
But then I had conquered this (then I accomplished this)
I'm on that purp like a unicorn after I came from The Dungeon (yee, yee)
We can do yachts or we can do jets whenever we lunchin' (yeah, yeah)
We doin' three at a time, no lie, this life is a bungee (yeah, yeah)
I was damn near out my mind, a nigga wouldn't front me
I had to go and get on my grind, that broke shit haunt me (yee, yee)
I got 'em comin' in all different kinds, flyin' out the country (flyin' out the coo')
Fill up a Glock with nothin' but that lead and go get some money (go get some, ooh)
When in Jamaica, I was sippin' on red with my Venezuelan ('Zuelan)
I went and jumped in the pool out the bed with some Saudi Arabians (woo)
I got 'em comin' in fresh out the boat, they lovin' the caterings (lovin' the, woo)
We came up piss poor, I had to Tom Brady it (had to Tom Brady it)
I got some bags just sittin' out in England but I ain't savin' it (but I'm not savin' it)
She got that Boston, Massachusetts, I'ma Mercedes it (Massachusetts)
She goin' and sellin' it, prostitution, but I ain't hatin' it (but I ain't hatin' it)
I got the models comin' by the fews, I hope you relatin' it (hope you relate)
After I made her tie my shoes, I made her my favorite (tie my shoes)
Everything we did exclusive, ain't no way fakin' it (everything exclusive)
Fifty million on one play, that's how we be makin' it (fifty million)
And I came up out the red clay, it ain't no debatin' it
And I got diamonds in the face, you can feel the a-radiance (feel the radiance)
And I got some fine shit on the way, I think she Israelian (ayy, she Dubai, yeah)
Last year, we bought an AK every single day, we did (every single day, we did)
All this shit, take to your grave, a nigga ain't sayin' shit (niggas ain't, shh)
Dot 40 knock down an elephant if he a maniac
Nigga gon' squeeze and load out the clip and open one more at that (open one more cap)
Gave the Philippe to that lil' bitty bitch
And I made her a monster (yeah, yeah)
I can't address all the issues I'm dealin' with
I'm goin' bonkers (yeah, yeah)
You not meetin' up to my criteria
I'm not responsive (yeah, yeah)
We done kidnapped your girl on the low
And she been goin' bonkers
I had apartments filled up with the work
You can go ask Tonya (go ask Tonya)
I spent 20 G's just on one purse
I'm gettin' at that llama (gettin' at that llama)
I came straight from that mothaf*ckin' dirt
But then I had conquered this (then I had conquered this)
I'm on that purp like a unicorn after I came from The Dungeon
Millions on millions on millions, I been goin' brazy since came out the dungeon (yee)
I put the stick in his head and it came out the guts and it came out the stomach
I put this dick in her pussy, then I f*cked this bitch, beat it up, ba-da-bum, bitch (yee)
I chopped the top automatically, inside is orange, I've been callin' it pumpkin (yee)
New Lamborghini, the Urus, it came in all orange, it look like a pumpkin (yeah)
I'm feelin' just like a wizard, I went got a million, I came out the dungeon (yeah)
When I got back to the ghetto I serve you like petrol, I been on that f*ck shit (f*ck shit)
Hop in that Porsche, push the pedal, you not on my level, get served for the L-O, L-O (yeah, yeah)
I make it rain like I'm Pedro (Pedro)
Tacos and equal dinero ('nero)
I'm takin' care of her, stilettos (stilettos)
All of her hair and her clothes
I met this girl and I told her to sit on my sack, let me play with her buns (yeah)
I met this girl out the ghetto, then I can't compare her to none of you runts (yeah)
Right on the jet out to LA, we smokin' Gelato, but I want some Runtz (some Runtz)
454 on the freeway, feel like my C-Day, I got me two sluts (two sluts)
I put some ice in the Patek, new Richard Millie, I'm at the top like an attic
Hot like a skillet, f*ckin' on one of the baddest, carat inside of her titty
Gave the Philippe to that lil' bitty bitch
And I made her a monster (yeah, yeah)
I can't address all the issues I'm dealin' with
I'm goin' bonkers (yeah, yeah)
You not meetin' up to my criteria
I'm not responsive (yeah, yeah)
We done kidnapped your girl on the low
And she been goin' bonkers (yee)
I had apartments filled up with the work
You can go ask Tonya (go ask Tonya)
I spent 20 G's just on one purse
I'm gettin' at that llama (gettin' at that llama)
I came straight from that mothaf*ckin' dirt
But then I had conquered this (then I had conquered this)
I'm on that purp like a unicorn after I came from The Dungeon
Sex
Uni, uni, unicorn
(Atl Jacob)
Unicorn
Yeah
Gave the Philippe to that lil' bitty bitch
And I made her a monster (made her a monster)
I can't address all the issues I'm dealin' with
I'm goin' bonkers (goin' brazy)
You not meetin' up to my criteria
I'm not responsive (I'm not responsive)
We done kidnapped your girl on the low
And she been goin' bonkers (she goin' brazy)
I had apartments filled up with the work
You can go ask Tonya (yeah, she gon' tell you)
I spent 20 G's just on one purse
I'm gettin' at that llama (and that's on God)
I came straight from that mothaf*ckin' dirt
But then I had conquered this (then I accomplished this)
I'm on that purp like a unicorn after I came from The Dungeon (yee, yee)
We can do yachts or we can do jets whenever we lunchin' (yeah, yeah)
We doin' three at a time, no lie, this life is a bungee (yeah, yeah)
I was damn near out my mind, a nigga wouldn't front me
I had to go and get on my grind, that broke shit haunt me (yee, yee)
I got 'em comin' in all different kinds, flyin' out the country (flyin' out the coo')
Fill up a Glock with nothin' but that lead and go get some money (go get some, ooh)
When in Jamaica, I was sippin' on red with my Venezuelan ('Zuelan)
I went and jumped in the pool out the bed with some Saudi Arabians (woo)
I got 'em comin' in fresh out the boat, they lovin' the caterings (lovin' the, woo)
We came up piss poor, I had to Tom Brady it (had to Tom Brady it)
I got some bags just sittin' out in England but I ain't savin' it (but I'm not savin' it)
She got that Boston, Massachusetts, I'ma Mercedes it (Massachusetts)
She goin' and sellin' it, prostitution, but I ain't hatin' it (but I ain't hatin' it)
I got the models comin' by the fews, I hope you relatin' it (hope you relate)
After I made her tie my shoes, I made her my favorite (tie my shoes)
Everything we did exclusive, ain't no way fakin' it (everything exclusive)
Fifty million on one play, that's how we be makin' it (fifty million)
And I came up out the red clay, it ain't no debatin' it
And I got diamonds in the face, you can feel the a-radiance (feel the radiance)
And I got some fine shit on the way, I think she Israelian (ayy, she Dubai, yeah)
Last year, we bought an AK every single day, we did (every single day, we did)
All this shit, take to your grave, a nigga ain't sayin' shit (niggas ain't, shh)
Dot 40 knock down an elephant if he a maniac
Nigga gon' squeeze and load out the clip and open one more at that (open one more cap)
Gave the Philippe to that lil' bitty bitch
And I made her a monster (yeah, yeah)
I can't address all the issues I'm dealin' with
I'm goin' bonkers (yeah, yeah)
You not meetin' up to my criteria
I'm not responsive (yeah, yeah)
We done kidnapped your girl on the low
And she been goin' bonkers
I had apartments filled up with the work
You can go ask Tonya (go ask Tonya)
I spent 20 G's just on one purse
I'm gettin' at that llama (gettin' at that llama)
I came straight from that mothaf*ckin' dirt
But then I had conquered this (then I had conquered this)
I'm on that purp like a unicorn after I came from The Dungeon
Millions on millions on millions, I been goin' brazy since came out the dungeon (yee)
I put the stick in his head and it came out the guts and it came out the stomach
I put this dick in her pussy, then I f*cked this bitch, beat it up, ba-da-bum, bitch (yee)
I chopped the top automatically, inside is orange, I've been callin' it pumpkin (yee)
New Lamborghini, the Urus, it came in all orange, it look like a pumpkin (yeah)
I'm feelin' just like a wizard, I went got a million, I came out the dungeon (yeah)
When I got back to the ghetto I serve you like petrol, I been on that f*ck shit (f*ck shit)
Hop in that Porsche, push the pedal, you not on my level, get served for the L-O, L-O (yeah, yeah)
I make it rain like I'm Pedro (Pedro)
Tacos and equal dinero ('nero)
I'm takin' care of her, stilettos (stilettos)
All of her hair and her clothes
I met this girl and I told her to sit on my sack, let me play with her buns (yeah)
I met this girl out the ghetto, then I can't compare her to none of you runts (yeah)
Right on the jet out to LA, we smokin' Gelato, but I want some Runtz (some Runtz)
454 on the freeway, feel like my C-Day, I got me two sluts (two sluts)
I put some ice in the Patek, new Richard Millie, I'm at the top like an attic
Hot like a skillet, f*ckin' on one of the baddest, carat inside of her titty
Gave the Philippe to that lil' bitty bitch
And I made her a monster (yeah, yeah)
I can't address all the issues I'm dealin' with
I'm goin' bonkers (yeah, yeah)
You not meetin' up to my criteria
I'm not responsive (yeah, yeah)
We done kidnapped your girl on the low
And she been goin' bonkers (yee)
I had apartments filled up with the work
You can go ask Tonya (go ask Tonya)
I spent 20 G's just on one purse
I'm gettin' at that llama (gettin' at that llama)
I came straight from that mothaf*ckin' dirt
But then I had conquered this (then I had conquered this)
I'm on that purp like a unicorn after I came from The Dungeon
Sex
Writer: Jacob Denzel Canady, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Goin Dummi
It's okay, 'kay (Wheezy, Pluto)
Yeah, baby ain't play, play
Last name Hndrxx whatever I do
(Wheezy outta here)
Woo, everything we do, we goin' dummy (Woo)
Whatever I do, I hope I got that Tommy (Hrrr)
Just in case a nigga try to play, play, play (Just in case)
Yeah, every watch I own on tsunami (Brrr)
Chain on frost, ask Sonny (Go ask)
Tryna pose a threat, go at your mommy
It's okay, 'kay (Okay)
Nothin' come easy, got a spaceship, twerk
Fine Europeans look good in the dark
Meet me in the Jacuzzi, girl, we made it
Christian Dior already slayed it
Yeah, you try and leave me, downgradin' (Downgrade)
I can't save you from the apes out the cages (Out the cages)
Phone book in my jeans like pages (Freebandz)
That's money I crave, it is so contagious
Sometimes get caught up in that mission
Don't get caught inside the loop
V.I.P. with raw fishes, I'ma show ya what it do
We get splashy, we get Percs for no reason
Got some tall, wet blondie at Four Seasons
Woo, everything we do, we goin' dummy (Yee)
Whatever I do, I hope I got that Tommy (Woo)
Just in case a nigga try to play, play, play
Yeah, every watch I own on tsunami (Every watch I own)
Chain on frost, ask Sonny (Go and ask)
Tryna pose a threat, go at your mommy
It's okay, 'kay (Okay)
Tell me what the lick read, we gon' go and get it (What's the lick?)
Real fine mixed breed, I can't wait to hit it
I'ma put your bank account past seven digits (A midget)
Bottles on rocks, girl, everything exquisite
You deserve to cha-cha, but girl, I want my chain-chain
We got all the choppas and we got all the bling-bling
Give a nigga that na-na, you get wet up, your dream-dream
Ain't gon' beg for it, my Bentley came with wing-wing
F*ck with a supreme team, you will never fall off
Every day a spring bling, make you wanna call off
Got some models comin' to the top floor at the Waldorf
Feel like new Sopranos 'cause we way above the law now
Woo, everything we do, we goin' dummy
Whatever I do, I hope I got that Tommy (Whatever I do)
Just in case a nigga try to play, play, play
Yeah (Yeah), every watch I own on tsunami (Every watch I own)
Chain on frost, ask Sonny (Brr, brr)
Tryna pose a threat, go at your mommy
It's okay, 'kay (Okay)
Yeah, baby ain't play, play
Last name Hndrxx whatever I do
(Wheezy outta here)
Woo, everything we do, we goin' dummy (Woo)
Whatever I do, I hope I got that Tommy (Hrrr)
Just in case a nigga try to play, play, play (Just in case)
Yeah, every watch I own on tsunami (Brrr)
Chain on frost, ask Sonny (Go ask)
Tryna pose a threat, go at your mommy
It's okay, 'kay (Okay)
Nothin' come easy, got a spaceship, twerk
Fine Europeans look good in the dark
Meet me in the Jacuzzi, girl, we made it
Christian Dior already slayed it
Yeah, you try and leave me, downgradin' (Downgrade)
I can't save you from the apes out the cages (Out the cages)
Phone book in my jeans like pages (Freebandz)
That's money I crave, it is so contagious
Sometimes get caught up in that mission
Don't get caught inside the loop
V.I.P. with raw fishes, I'ma show ya what it do
We get splashy, we get Percs for no reason
Got some tall, wet blondie at Four Seasons
Woo, everything we do, we goin' dummy (Yee)
Whatever I do, I hope I got that Tommy (Woo)
Just in case a nigga try to play, play, play
Yeah, every watch I own on tsunami (Every watch I own)
Chain on frost, ask Sonny (Go and ask)
Tryna pose a threat, go at your mommy
It's okay, 'kay (Okay)
Tell me what the lick read, we gon' go and get it (What's the lick?)
Real fine mixed breed, I can't wait to hit it
I'ma put your bank account past seven digits (A midget)
Bottles on rocks, girl, everything exquisite
You deserve to cha-cha, but girl, I want my chain-chain
We got all the choppas and we got all the bling-bling
Give a nigga that na-na, you get wet up, your dream-dream
Ain't gon' beg for it, my Bentley came with wing-wing
F*ck with a supreme team, you will never fall off
Every day a spring bling, make you wanna call off
Got some models comin' to the top floor at the Waldorf
Feel like new Sopranos 'cause we way above the law now
Woo, everything we do, we goin' dummy
Whatever I do, I hope I got that Tommy (Whatever I do)
Just in case a nigga try to play, play, play
Yeah (Yeah), every watch I own on tsunami (Every watch I own)
Chain on frost, ask Sonny (Brr, brr)
Tryna pose a threat, go at your mommy
It's okay, 'kay (Okay)
Writer: Nayvadius Wilburn, Wesley Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
First Off
Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (yeah)
I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby (ATL Jacob)
I'm a street nigga and I stay faded (Pluto)
Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it (Travis)
First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it (ooh)
First off, we had to blast off like a rocket (skrrt, skrrt)
I put the Patek water on, but I got options (yeah)
PJ takin' off and I ain't stoppin', no
Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls
Fish scale, nigga, I can't f*ck with no laws (yeah)
Never fear what's on my lens, I see fugazi
I should pee on this bitch and make her pay me (yeah)
Started off surfin' on a Codeine wave
I don't exchange info with these niggas
They some opps, you can kill 'em, they ain't with us
Ordered a pound of gas to smoke, I need a fill up (yeah)
Got a line on good Gelato and Gorilla
Got Lil Freaky with me, know you gon' get hit up
Steppin' over dead bodies in Margielas
I touched a hundred M's and I've been gettin' better (ooh)
In a red Bugatti, gave it right to valet
Shoot his head off right, it get you new Sheneneh
Shootin' dice all night, yeah, me and Dae Dae
We had to work the one on 'em, it was a good payday
It was a teenager, they put him on the news where I'm from
He let off 40 shots, he can't get no bond
Closed on when he shot, when he kill him, he young
They ever get caught snitchin', they gon' cut off your tongue
I can't wait 'til they set the rat up, yeah
I was catchin' juugs, now a nigga a millionaire
I get the rap check and I avoid the paps
I get NBA money and ain't been in the draft
Yeah, I'm back on the Forbes, shit crazy (yeah)
I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby (pop it, pop it)
I'm a street nigga and I stay faded
Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it
First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it (straight up)
First off, we had to blast off like a rocket (uh)
I put the Patek water on, but I got options
PJ takin' off and I ain't stoppin', no
Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls
Fish scale, nigga, I can't f*ck with no laws
Never fear what's on my lens, I see fugazi
I should pee on this bitch and make her pay me
Bound to cut off where it's dim and pour above the rim (yeah)
Get the backend at the door and let the dogs kill (dogs)
Point 'em out, then turn around, that's how we let 'em in
Paranoid, one conversation, then I switch the SIM (oh)
This took like NBA business, I ain't talkin' scrimmage (NBA)
You know I'm James Bond with it, Harden with the finish
The whip's got curtain options in it, I don't need it tinted
Just need the option not to see 'em when I'm ridin' in it
Used to spend checks on my Nikes, now they pay me (yeah)
Got some Bulls cheerleaders and they wavy (alright)
Number one off in my city like McGrady (straight up)
Yeah I'm back on the Forbes, shit crazy
Roll some OG gas, I can't let 'em breathe (it's lit)
Pop me ten to three, I can't let 'em sleep (pop it, pop it)
Flyin' through the clouds in somethin' heavenly
(To these racks, way up, way up)
Yeah, back on the Forbes, shit crazy
I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby
I'm a street nigga and I stay faded
Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it
First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it (straight up)
First off, we had to blast off like a rocket
I put the Patek water on, but I got options (it's lit)
PJ takin' off and I ain't stoppin', no
Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls
Fish scale, nigga, I can't f*ck with no laws
Never fear what's on my lens, I see fugazi
I should pee on this bitch and make her pay me
Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (yeah)
I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby (yeah)
I'm a street nigga and I stay faded
Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it
I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby (ATL Jacob)
I'm a street nigga and I stay faded (Pluto)
Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it (Travis)
First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it (ooh)
First off, we had to blast off like a rocket (skrrt, skrrt)
I put the Patek water on, but I got options (yeah)
PJ takin' off and I ain't stoppin', no
Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls
Fish scale, nigga, I can't f*ck with no laws (yeah)
Never fear what's on my lens, I see fugazi
I should pee on this bitch and make her pay me (yeah)
Started off surfin' on a Codeine wave
I don't exchange info with these niggas
They some opps, you can kill 'em, they ain't with us
Ordered a pound of gas to smoke, I need a fill up (yeah)
Got a line on good Gelato and Gorilla
Got Lil Freaky with me, know you gon' get hit up
Steppin' over dead bodies in Margielas
I touched a hundred M's and I've been gettin' better (ooh)
In a red Bugatti, gave it right to valet
Shoot his head off right, it get you new Sheneneh
Shootin' dice all night, yeah, me and Dae Dae
We had to work the one on 'em, it was a good payday
It was a teenager, they put him on the news where I'm from
He let off 40 shots, he can't get no bond
Closed on when he shot, when he kill him, he young
They ever get caught snitchin', they gon' cut off your tongue
I can't wait 'til they set the rat up, yeah
I was catchin' juugs, now a nigga a millionaire
I get the rap check and I avoid the paps
I get NBA money and ain't been in the draft
Yeah, I'm back on the Forbes, shit crazy (yeah)
I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby (pop it, pop it)
I'm a street nigga and I stay faded
Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it
First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it (straight up)
First off, we had to blast off like a rocket (uh)
I put the Patek water on, but I got options
PJ takin' off and I ain't stoppin', no
Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls
Fish scale, nigga, I can't f*ck with no laws
Never fear what's on my lens, I see fugazi
I should pee on this bitch and make her pay me
Bound to cut off where it's dim and pour above the rim (yeah)
Get the backend at the door and let the dogs kill (dogs)
Point 'em out, then turn around, that's how we let 'em in
Paranoid, one conversation, then I switch the SIM (oh)
This took like NBA business, I ain't talkin' scrimmage (NBA)
You know I'm James Bond with it, Harden with the finish
The whip's got curtain options in it, I don't need it tinted
Just need the option not to see 'em when I'm ridin' in it
Used to spend checks on my Nikes, now they pay me (yeah)
Got some Bulls cheerleaders and they wavy (alright)
Number one off in my city like McGrady (straight up)
Yeah I'm back on the Forbes, shit crazy
Roll some OG gas, I can't let 'em breathe (it's lit)
Pop me ten to three, I can't let 'em sleep (pop it, pop it)
Flyin' through the clouds in somethin' heavenly
(To these racks, way up, way up)
Yeah, back on the Forbes, shit crazy
I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby
I'm a street nigga and I stay faded
Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it
First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it (straight up)
First off, we had to blast off like a rocket
I put the Patek water on, but I got options (it's lit)
PJ takin' off and I ain't stoppin', no
Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls
Fish scale, nigga, I can't f*ck with no laws
Never fear what's on my lens, I see fugazi
I should pee on this bitch and make her pay me
Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (yeah)
I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby (yeah)
I'm a street nigga and I stay faded
Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it
Writer: Amir Esmalilian, Jacob Denzal Canady, Jacques Webster, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Faceshot
I'ma run this one all way down
Non-stop, you know what I'm sayin'?
See how I'm comin'?
(I just told Richie we rich)
Yeah, playin' with the girl out in Fresno (yeah)
I like to get hyphy for a kilo (yeah)
I f*ck with lil' shawty, she got deep throat (yeah)
Get your ass hit for a C-note (yeah, yeah)
Push start, big foreign (big foreign)
In the nick trap with the big .40 (big .40)
Stuffed a M inside a Goyard (million dollars)
My entourage all dope boy (d-boy)
Skrrt, skrrt in a fast car (skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt in a fast toy (skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt, cook the yay' up (skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt, got my weight up
Gold-wrapped ten stack, got a nigga geeked (skrrt)
I go shoppin' in Europe, nigga, I ain't cheap (skrrt)
Lost count, put up all the profit ten weeks (skrrt)
Just in one week, it sold a thousand pounds on one street
Gold on my teeth, put some red bottoms on my feet
I f*ck with freaks, one, two, three, keep it a G
Motherf*ck them hoes, we treat 'em like the police
Motherf*ckin' throwed, my niggas tryna OD, yeah
Yeah, playin' with the girl out in Fresno (yeah)
I like to get hyphy for a kilo (yeah)
I f*ck with lil' shawty, she got deep throat (yeah)
Get your ass hit for a C-note (yeah, yeah)
Push start, big foreign (big foreign)
In the nick trap with the big .40 (big .40)
Stuffed a M inside a Goyard (a million dollars)
My entourage all dope boy (d-boy)
Skrrt, skrrt, that's my wrist talkin' (that's talkin')
Skrrt, skrrt, the pot moonwalkin' (moonwalkin')
Skrrt, skrrt, that that new forty (that new forty)
Skrrt, skrrt, they goin' 730 (730)
Since we made it out the swamp, it must be hell (730)
I'm Young Pluto, bitch, I'm trappin' out Chanel (730)
One thousand dollars for all my shoes, I'm very rare (true story)
Ayy, f*ck a dog collar, nigga, I'm a bear (dog)
Ain't gon' front, I brought out the egg beater (huh)
Rich nigga but I'm seein' dead people (ain't gon' front)
Majority all these models all head eaters (yeah, yeah)
Half of these bitches sleepin' with the Grim Reaper (woo)
Rich nigga, put eight in on one liter (woo)
Had to buy some extra diamonds to make my arms even (woo)
You not upper echelon, you not a don neither
We gettin' the same money as Illuminati ('Luminati)
He wanna prove a point and try to catch a body (catch a body)
They gon' double up the money for the faceshot (for the faceshot)
They gon' kidnap his wife for the safe spot (for that safe spot)
Tell 'em shoot her in the face, bitch, I hate thots (bitch, I hate thots)
Yeah, playin' with the girl out in Fresno
I like to get hyphy for a kilo (yeah)
I f*ck with lil' shawty, she got deep throat (yeah)
Get your ass hit for a C-note (yeah)
Push start, big foreign (big foreign)
In the nick trap with the big .40 (big .40)
Stuffed a M inside a Goyard (a million dollars)
My entourage all dope boy
Non-stop, you know what I'm sayin'?
See how I'm comin'?
(I just told Richie we rich)
Yeah, playin' with the girl out in Fresno (yeah)
I like to get hyphy for a kilo (yeah)
I f*ck with lil' shawty, she got deep throat (yeah)
Get your ass hit for a C-note (yeah, yeah)
Push start, big foreign (big foreign)
In the nick trap with the big .40 (big .40)
Stuffed a M inside a Goyard (million dollars)
My entourage all dope boy (d-boy)
Skrrt, skrrt in a fast car (skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt in a fast toy (skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt, cook the yay' up (skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt, got my weight up
Gold-wrapped ten stack, got a nigga geeked (skrrt)
I go shoppin' in Europe, nigga, I ain't cheap (skrrt)
Lost count, put up all the profit ten weeks (skrrt)
Just in one week, it sold a thousand pounds on one street
Gold on my teeth, put some red bottoms on my feet
I f*ck with freaks, one, two, three, keep it a G
Motherf*ck them hoes, we treat 'em like the police
Motherf*ckin' throwed, my niggas tryna OD, yeah
Yeah, playin' with the girl out in Fresno (yeah)
I like to get hyphy for a kilo (yeah)
I f*ck with lil' shawty, she got deep throat (yeah)
Get your ass hit for a C-note (yeah, yeah)
Push start, big foreign (big foreign)
In the nick trap with the big .40 (big .40)
Stuffed a M inside a Goyard (a million dollars)
My entourage all dope boy (d-boy)
Skrrt, skrrt, that's my wrist talkin' (that's talkin')
Skrrt, skrrt, the pot moonwalkin' (moonwalkin')
Skrrt, skrrt, that that new forty (that new forty)
Skrrt, skrrt, they goin' 730 (730)
Since we made it out the swamp, it must be hell (730)
I'm Young Pluto, bitch, I'm trappin' out Chanel (730)
One thousand dollars for all my shoes, I'm very rare (true story)
Ayy, f*ck a dog collar, nigga, I'm a bear (dog)
Ain't gon' front, I brought out the egg beater (huh)
Rich nigga but I'm seein' dead people (ain't gon' front)
Majority all these models all head eaters (yeah, yeah)
Half of these bitches sleepin' with the Grim Reaper (woo)
Rich nigga, put eight in on one liter (woo)
Had to buy some extra diamonds to make my arms even (woo)
You not upper echelon, you not a don neither
We gettin' the same money as Illuminati ('Luminati)
He wanna prove a point and try to catch a body (catch a body)
They gon' double up the money for the faceshot (for the faceshot)
They gon' kidnap his wife for the safe spot (for that safe spot)
Tell 'em shoot her in the face, bitch, I hate thots (bitch, I hate thots)
Yeah, playin' with the girl out in Fresno
I like to get hyphy for a kilo (yeah)
I f*ck with lil' shawty, she got deep throat (yeah)
Get your ass hit for a C-note (yeah)
Push start, big foreign (big foreign)
In the nick trap with the big .40 (big .40)
Stuffed a M inside a Goyard (a million dollars)
My entourage all dope boy
Writer: Nayvadius Wilburn, Tony T. Son
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Aint Coming Back
The Wizard
Some things out of my control
Stay in my zone
Know what I'm sayin'
(I just told Richie we rich)
Woo
Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold
I done made it without sellin' my soul
Bad bitch layin' down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil' and didn't fold
Askin' 'bout these VV's, VV's, drippin'
Keepin' it cold, I'm so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy
Different, I done customized the Bentley, yeah
Difference, I done f*cked a few stars, yeah
Probably know a couple names on the list
Some you don't know, they anonymous
Fluorescent but keep the jewelry on a miss
Never on the shelf, never on the shelf, yeah
I don't need no stylist, I can dress myself (I don't need a stylist)
Gotta watch the diamonds and they match the belt
Tryna give advice, need to help yourself
Tryna save me, need to save yourself
I can hear the hate even if I'm deaf
You childish, nigga, yeah, you childish, nigga
Jealous of my wrist and my diamonds
Jealous 'cause these hoes out here wildin', yeah, yeah
They say I'm the one that inspired them, yeah, yeah
They say I'm the one that can excite 'em (You the one)
Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold
I done made it without sellin' my soul
Bad bitch layin' down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil' and didn't fold
Askin' 'bout these VV's, VV's, drippin'
Keepin' it cold, I'm so different, yeah (I'm so different)
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy (Feel my energy)
Couple real friends turned enemy
Brought my dices with me, had to skip class
Had to tell so many I ain't comin' back
Yeah yeah, I ain't comin' back
Yeah yeah, I ain't comin' back
Bitch went to the 'Gram to write a book (Why she do that?)
Tryna steal the bands from me like a crook (Bands)
Don't you judge me off mistakes I've made
Talk shit, gotta take it to the grave (For live)
Wrist rocky, talkin' V-V-V's
Bitches suckin' out my energy
She'll f*ck my brother for the currency
Dawg hoe, and these dawgs ain't free
Never on the shelf, always fresh to death
I don't need a stylist, I can dress myself
Drugs in my system, don't play it fair
Bitches take advantage, know I need help
Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold
I done made it without sellin' my soul
Bad bitch layin' down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil' and didn't fold
Askin' 'bout these VV's, VV's, drippin'
Keepin' it cold, I'm so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy
Brought my dices with me, had to skip class
Had to tell so many I ain't comin' back
Yeah yeah, I ain't comin' back
Yeah yeah, I ain't comin' back
Askin' 'bout these VV's, VV's, drippin'
Keepin' it cold, I'm so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy
Some things out of my control
Stay in my zone
Know what I'm sayin'
(I just told Richie we rich)
Woo
Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold
I done made it without sellin' my soul
Bad bitch layin' down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil' and didn't fold
Askin' 'bout these VV's, VV's, drippin'
Keepin' it cold, I'm so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy
Different, I done customized the Bentley, yeah
Difference, I done f*cked a few stars, yeah
Probably know a couple names on the list
Some you don't know, they anonymous
Fluorescent but keep the jewelry on a miss
Never on the shelf, never on the shelf, yeah
I don't need no stylist, I can dress myself (I don't need a stylist)
Gotta watch the diamonds and they match the belt
Tryna give advice, need to help yourself
Tryna save me, need to save yourself
I can hear the hate even if I'm deaf
You childish, nigga, yeah, you childish, nigga
Jealous of my wrist and my diamonds
Jealous 'cause these hoes out here wildin', yeah, yeah
They say I'm the one that inspired them, yeah, yeah
They say I'm the one that can excite 'em (You the one)
Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold
I done made it without sellin' my soul
Bad bitch layin' down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil' and didn't fold
Askin' 'bout these VV's, VV's, drippin'
Keepin' it cold, I'm so different, yeah (I'm so different)
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy (Feel my energy)
Couple real friends turned enemy
Brought my dices with me, had to skip class
Had to tell so many I ain't comin' back
Yeah yeah, I ain't comin' back
Yeah yeah, I ain't comin' back
Bitch went to the 'Gram to write a book (Why she do that?)
Tryna steal the bands from me like a crook (Bands)
Don't you judge me off mistakes I've made
Talk shit, gotta take it to the grave (For live)
Wrist rocky, talkin' V-V-V's
Bitches suckin' out my energy
She'll f*ck my brother for the currency
Dawg hoe, and these dawgs ain't free
Never on the shelf, always fresh to death
I don't need a stylist, I can dress myself
Drugs in my system, don't play it fair
Bitches take advantage, know I need help
Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold
I done made it without sellin' my soul
Bad bitch layin' down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil' and didn't fold
Askin' 'bout these VV's, VV's, drippin'
Keepin' it cold, I'm so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy
Brought my dices with me, had to skip class
Had to tell so many I ain't comin' back
Yeah yeah, I ain't comin' back
Yeah yeah, I ain't comin' back
Askin' 'bout these VV's, VV's, drippin'
Keepin' it cold, I'm so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy
Writer: Maudell Watkins, Nayvadius Wilburn, Tony T. Son
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Tricks on Me
Yeah
Just got a call from my mom
Tellin' me what the lawyer was sayin'
About the lawsuit
I thought they had had that down, yeah
Big money shit, baby, I just bought a new six, baby
Flintstone in my ears, pissed on my wrist, baby
This song just mutilated, everything decapitated
Deep on new relations, this gotta be brand related
Ain't no sellin' out, no tradin', so you gotta be gang related
Pop stylin' this shit for my shottas incarcerated
Rockstar this shit, a street star, I stay acquainted
Pop stylin' this shit, how you get the high maintenance one?
How she gon' take my love and give it away like it ain't nothin' to her?
How you gon' judge my drugs, not take what I never did off of me?
Hawaiian surfin' on the thick one to the PJ
I can just imagine the pain on Bankroll PJ
Murder murder, broad day, I got tears, I can't let 'em out
I can't take it, I can't take it no more, I'm 'bout to spaz out
I'm good on deposits but I gotta have a stash house
I see you bein' greedy and I gotta work my ass off
I chief on gas house, until I pass out
Rollin' in a Phantom, came with an umbrella
Survive the trenches, it's thunder the day I walk through it
Hurricane Pluto, I'ma drip all through it (Icy)
I was lettin' the shit I can't control destroy me
It was goin' too deep for you, baby, pardon me
I tried to treat that shit just like a party
I'ma feel weak if I tell you sorry
Gotta be a genius, gotta be extraordinary
Gotta plant seeds, nigga, like a florist
I'm Future Hendrix but I'm not a guitarist
I could be starvin', I'm fortunate
Maybe my mind playin' tricks on me
Maybe my mind playin' tricks on me
Could it be my ex playin' tricks on me?
Someone that's jealous playin' tricks on me
Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
iPad high maintenance, everything's unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing's got temporary
Rockstar in this shit, like a popstar in this shit, yeah
Tryna forget the way they did to Bankroll Fresh, gettin' harder
Seen his son at my little boy birthday party, it was harder
The streets of the ATL don't respect nothin' but shottas
Had to look the other way, could be the other way
Hit Yung Mazi up, that was in the broad day
I popped two Xans and I been sleep all day
(Let's go, let's go)
I been lettin' the shit I can't control destroy me
Everything too deep for you, my nigga, pardon me
I'm Future Hendrix but I'm not a guitarist (Super)
I could be starvin', I'm fortunate
Maybe my mind playin' tricks on me (I'm so f*ckin' hurt)
Maybe my mind playin' tricks on me (Maybe my mind)
Could it be my ex playin' tricks on me?
Someone that's jealous playin' tricks on me (Someone that's jealous, I know, I know)
Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
iPad high maintenance, everything's unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing's got temporary
Someone is jealous I know, I know
I could be starvin', I'm fortunate
Let's go, let's go
I'm Future Hendrix but I'm not a guitarist
Wizrd
Just got a call from my mom
Tellin' me what the lawyer was sayin'
About the lawsuit
I thought they had had that down, yeah
Big money shit, baby, I just bought a new six, baby
Flintstone in my ears, pissed on my wrist, baby
This song just mutilated, everything decapitated
Deep on new relations, this gotta be brand related
Ain't no sellin' out, no tradin', so you gotta be gang related
Pop stylin' this shit for my shottas incarcerated
Rockstar this shit, a street star, I stay acquainted
Pop stylin' this shit, how you get the high maintenance one?
How she gon' take my love and give it away like it ain't nothin' to her?
How you gon' judge my drugs, not take what I never did off of me?
Hawaiian surfin' on the thick one to the PJ
I can just imagine the pain on Bankroll PJ
Murder murder, broad day, I got tears, I can't let 'em out
I can't take it, I can't take it no more, I'm 'bout to spaz out
I'm good on deposits but I gotta have a stash house
I see you bein' greedy and I gotta work my ass off
I chief on gas house, until I pass out
Rollin' in a Phantom, came with an umbrella
Survive the trenches, it's thunder the day I walk through it
Hurricane Pluto, I'ma drip all through it (Icy)
I was lettin' the shit I can't control destroy me
It was goin' too deep for you, baby, pardon me
I tried to treat that shit just like a party
I'ma feel weak if I tell you sorry
Gotta be a genius, gotta be extraordinary
Gotta plant seeds, nigga, like a florist
I'm Future Hendrix but I'm not a guitarist
I could be starvin', I'm fortunate
Maybe my mind playin' tricks on me
Maybe my mind playin' tricks on me
Could it be my ex playin' tricks on me?
Someone that's jealous playin' tricks on me
Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
iPad high maintenance, everything's unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing's got temporary
Rockstar in this shit, like a popstar in this shit, yeah
Tryna forget the way they did to Bankroll Fresh, gettin' harder
Seen his son at my little boy birthday party, it was harder
The streets of the ATL don't respect nothin' but shottas
Had to look the other way, could be the other way
Hit Yung Mazi up, that was in the broad day
I popped two Xans and I been sleep all day
(Let's go, let's go)
I been lettin' the shit I can't control destroy me
Everything too deep for you, my nigga, pardon me
I'm Future Hendrix but I'm not a guitarist (Super)
I could be starvin', I'm fortunate
Maybe my mind playin' tricks on me (I'm so f*ckin' hurt)
Maybe my mind playin' tricks on me (Maybe my mind)
Could it be my ex playin' tricks on me?
Someone that's jealous playin' tricks on me (Someone that's jealous, I know, I know)
Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
iPad high maintenance, everything's unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing's got temporary
Someone is jealous I know, I know
I could be starvin', I'm fortunate
Let's go, let's go
I'm Future Hendrix but I'm not a guitarist
Wizrd
Writer: Nayvadius Wilburn, Paul Jefferies
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Future Hndrxx Presents: The Wizrd (also referred to simply as The Wizrd and stylized as The WIZRD) is the seventh studio album by the American rapper Future. It was announced on January 4 with the release of the single "Crushed Up". The album was additionally promoted by a film titled The Wizrd, released on January 11 on Apple Music.
The second single, "Jumpin on a Jet", was released on January 9. The album has 20 songs and includes guest appearances by Young Thug, Gunna, and Travis Scott.
The Wizrd debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200. It is Future's sixth US number-one album.
Performed By:
FutureThe second single, "Jumpin on a Jet", was released on January 9. The album has 20 songs and includes guest appearances by Young Thug, Gunna, and Travis Scott.
The Wizrd debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200. It is Future's sixth US number-one album.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): ATL Jacob, Billboard Hitmakers, Cubeatz, DY, Fuse, Jambo, Matt Cap, Nineteen85, Richie Souf, Ricky Racks, Southside, Tay Keith, TM88, Van Riper, Westen Weiss, Wheezy
Length: 61:48
Released: January 18th, 2019
Year: 2019