Fake written all over you
Hate written all over you
Hate written all over
Fake written all over you
Hate written all over you
Fake written all over you
Hate written all over you
Smiling faces
Sometimes pretend to be your friend
Smiling faces show no traces
Of the evil that lurks within (can you dig it?)
Fake written all over you
Hater written all over you
Fake written all over you, yeah
I been in the cold, couldn't feel my toes, but I still stuck to the code
Money won't fold, pockets won't hold enough
Takin' my pole in there, F&N in there
Take me anywhere, I'm takin' over the trap
I see the real clear, Woodgrain Cartier
Poppin' a real pill, higher than Beverly Hills
I got too much spill, I give a bitch chills
Took out a small bill, make all the hoes strip
You need a weed feel, I get it vacuum sealed
Came from the Eastside, shooters on detail
Go purchase a new Chanel, I need a refill
Strikers in Trackhawks, ridin' the V12
I peep the mood, dog, I peeped the intel
Get to trippin', all you gon' see is shells
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
We don't trust you niggas, we don't
(I don't trust no motherf*ckin' body)
We don't trust you niggas, we don't
We don't trust you
We don't trust you niggas, we don't
We don't trust you niggas, we don't (smiling faces)
We don't trust you niggas, we don't (show no traces)
(Of the evil that lurks within)
We don't trust you
You a nigga number one fan, dog
Sneak dissin', I don't understand, dog
Pillowtalkin', actin' like a fed, dog
I don't need another fake friend, dog
Can't be 'bout a ho, 'cause we sharin', dog
In your feelings, nigga, why you payin', dog?
Give her backshots, while she layin' down
Keep the Glock cocked, I don't trust hoes
Top shotta, goin' for the gusto
Like a real dog, gotta mutt hoes
Get the lo', you a John Doe
Bubble Eye Benz on a ho
Rappin' so pretend, you a ho
Nine-figure nigga, tag a nigga toe
Ain't no tappin' in, better blow
Charter poppin' pills, but he blessed
Flex a couple M's on my chest
Ain't no sabotagin', lil' finesse
We was in the field, placin' bets
Still gettin' chills in my flesh
Takin' karma, turn it to success
Thoroughbred in Pluto, nothin' less
Twenty drivers parked at the jet
Whip the Phantom to the projects
Death before dishonor, no confess
(Death before dishonor, no confess)
We don't trust you niggas, we don't (smiling faces)
We don't trust you nigga, we don't (pretend to be your friend)
We don't trust you
We don't trust you, no, no, no
We don't trust you, no, no, no, no, no, no
We don't trust you, no, no, no
We don't trust you, no, no, no, no, no, no
We don't trust you, no, no, no
(Trust is a motherf*cker)
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm-
If Young Metro don't trust, I'm gon' shoot you
Hate written all over you
Fake written all over you
Hater written all over you
Fake written all over you, yeah
(Trust is a motherf*cker)
Future - We Don't Trust You Album Lyrics
Future - We Don't Trust You Lyrics
(Featuring Metro Boomin)
5.00
[1 vote]
Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn, Mejdi Rhars
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Young Metro
Yeah, yeah
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
Yeah, yeah
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah, yeah)
Okay, okay, okay
Evel Knievel
Pluto tote his heaters, "Leave nigga in the freezer"
I'm big as a Beatle (okay, okay)
F*ck on a diva, I'm hot than a fever (woo)
Put dope in one liters, more stripes than Adidas (okay, okay)
I got these regular hoes, I got superstar hoes takin' pictures of me like the feds
Check out my video, lil' bitty silly ho
Got me with a mill' in jewelry, in the bed (okay, okay)
Grip the forty, while I'm sleep, in my hand (drink it up)
Drink the dope and I get cool as a fan (drink it up)
Turbo motor hot, I'm scorchin' in France (skrrt-skrrt)
Bitch, you bogus if you don't bring a friend (bitch, you bogus)
Came from nothin', you can't feel what I'm sayin' (came up)
Hundred shots, I gotta stick to the plan (one hundred)
Sloppy-toppy gotta get it again
Shorty boppin', she just pushin' the brand
Solo, but the hitters pullin' up on demand
Chauffeured in the Phantom, I get standards when I land
I ain't never sober, I got pills and I'm sharin'
Cop a new hammer with the cooler, it don't jam
Took the show on the road gettin' bands on bands
On the high, on the low, I'm the man, I'm the man (man)
Strikin' off, strikin' off, Porsche Cayenne (strike out)
Live it up, ran it up, got it expand
I been drownin'
I been tryin'
I been low
All alone (oh, oh, oh)
Say you want me (oh, oh, oh)
Freebandz
I been drownin'
Yeah, yeah (I been drownin')
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro (I been drownin')
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Got the hood in the choke and that's my bitch
I'm a mogul, that make her a boss bitch (oh, woah)
I'ma float on this shit like the coast clear
I put dope on my block, make the dope flip (oh, woah)
I got work on me, nigga, I got dog shit
Get you hit in yo' shit, it won't cost shit
Take a load and run through it in one minute
When that mud in my system, I function
Took a freestyle and turned it to cash
I get flyer than you, this not a caption
When I got in this shit, I got hot in this shit
I came through in a coupe, I was smashin' (oh, woah)
I was good in the hood servin' 'Phetamine
Gettin' a billion to see what's ahead of me (oh, woah)
My real day ones, they ready catch felonies
Goin' Richard Mille for the whole team
Tote a stick and throw dice at the curb
Ho, go f*ck on a nigga I birthed
If she lose, that's a choice and a curse
You lil' niggas, I take you to church (oh, woah)
Yeah, yeah
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro (oh, woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, okay (oh, woah)
No, no
Lord, no
Okay, okay (Lord, have mercy)
Okay, okay (Jesus)
Evel Knievel
Pluto tote his heaters, "Leave nigga in the freezer"
I'm big as a Beatle (okay, okay, Jesus)
F*ck on a diva, I'm hot than a fever (woo)
Put dope in one liters, more stripes than Adidas (okay, okay, Jesus)
I got these regular hoes, I got superstar hoes takin' pictures of me like the feds
Check out my video, lil' bitty silly ho
Got me with a mill' in jewelry, in the bed (okay)
I need you
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
Yeah, yeah
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah, yeah)
Okay, okay, okay
Evel Knievel
Pluto tote his heaters, "Leave nigga in the freezer"
I'm big as a Beatle (okay, okay)
F*ck on a diva, I'm hot than a fever (woo)
Put dope in one liters, more stripes than Adidas (okay, okay)
I got these regular hoes, I got superstar hoes takin' pictures of me like the feds
Check out my video, lil' bitty silly ho
Got me with a mill' in jewelry, in the bed (okay, okay)
Grip the forty, while I'm sleep, in my hand (drink it up)
Drink the dope and I get cool as a fan (drink it up)
Turbo motor hot, I'm scorchin' in France (skrrt-skrrt)
Bitch, you bogus if you don't bring a friend (bitch, you bogus)
Came from nothin', you can't feel what I'm sayin' (came up)
Hundred shots, I gotta stick to the plan (one hundred)
Sloppy-toppy gotta get it again
Shorty boppin', she just pushin' the brand
Solo, but the hitters pullin' up on demand
Chauffeured in the Phantom, I get standards when I land
I ain't never sober, I got pills and I'm sharin'
Cop a new hammer with the cooler, it don't jam
Took the show on the road gettin' bands on bands
On the high, on the low, I'm the man, I'm the man (man)
Strikin' off, strikin' off, Porsche Cayenne (strike out)
Live it up, ran it up, got it expand
I been drownin'
I been tryin'
I been low
All alone (oh, oh, oh)
Say you want me (oh, oh, oh)
Freebandz
I been drownin'
Yeah, yeah (I been drownin')
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro (I been drownin')
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Got the hood in the choke and that's my bitch
I'm a mogul, that make her a boss bitch (oh, woah)
I'ma float on this shit like the coast clear
I put dope on my block, make the dope flip (oh, woah)
I got work on me, nigga, I got dog shit
Get you hit in yo' shit, it won't cost shit
Take a load and run through it in one minute
When that mud in my system, I function
Took a freestyle and turned it to cash
I get flyer than you, this not a caption
When I got in this shit, I got hot in this shit
I came through in a coupe, I was smashin' (oh, woah)
I was good in the hood servin' 'Phetamine
Gettin' a billion to see what's ahead of me (oh, woah)
My real day ones, they ready catch felonies
Goin' Richard Mille for the whole team
Tote a stick and throw dice at the curb
Ho, go f*ck on a nigga I birthed
If she lose, that's a choice and a curse
You lil' niggas, I take you to church (oh, woah)
Yeah, yeah
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro (oh, woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, okay (oh, woah)
No, no
Lord, no
Okay, okay (Lord, have mercy)
Okay, okay (Jesus)
Evel Knievel
Pluto tote his heaters, "Leave nigga in the freezer"
I'm big as a Beatle (okay, okay, Jesus)
F*ck on a diva, I'm hot than a fever (woo)
Put dope in one liters, more stripes than Adidas (okay, okay, Jesus)
I got these regular hoes, I got superstar hoes takin' pictures of me like the feds
Check out my video, lil' bitty silly ho
Got me with a mill' in jewelry, in the bed (okay)
I need you
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Writer: Abel Tesfaye, Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Ice Attack
Can't put too much on, might catch a ice attack
Fortieth anniversary, flooded VVS
Trappin' it out the foreign, I might crash and wreck
I'm buyin' out the department, goin' to galaxy
I'm prayin' to find a plug to bring me Actavis
Bought a crib in every city, I forget my address
I been hustlin' since a kid, I was just a adolescent
I done ran up a Richard Millie, I can't stop finessin'
Gotta practice what I preach, I'm buyin' my bitch baguettes
I got money, but ain't got time, these hoes gettin' too obsessed
Went shoppin' out in Europe, shut down Javier
Laced in Balenci' and got Marni on my body gear
Look on Google, I been gettin' way richer every year
Play with Scooter and I'ma send a nigga outta here
You mean, you don't trust the police?
In my business, you don't trust anybody
Metro Boomin, he a millionaire, f*ck it, take it back
Metro Boomin havin' cheese now, these niggas nothin' but rats
I been drankin' Codeine, steady rockin' these baguettes
I can feel this money, power, got these niggas so upset
I can't worry about the flaw shit, these flawless on my neck
Went banoodles on a dog-ass ho, that's all
Go paradin' whenever, I just spazz out, uh
Dripped in Louis V bandana, I got my rag out, uh
Bitch was so damn excited, she just lost count, uh
I got checks like Nike, get nigga checked out, uh
Gotta make 'em pay for every year, they never paid up
Gucci'd down in the trap with the K up, uh
She was drippin', I went bare, I hit it geeked up
Turtleneck on my neck, a lot of Cubans on
Metro Boomin, he a millionaire, f*ck it, take it back
Metro Boomin havin' cheese now, these niggas nothin' but rats
I been drankin' Codeine, steady rockin' these baguettes
I can feel this money, power, got these niggas so upset
I can't worry about the flaw shit, these flawless on my neck
Went banoodles on the dog-ass ho, that's all
Go paradin' whenever, I just spazz out, uh
Dripped in Louis V bandana, I got my rag out, uh
Money, murder, money, sex, that's a murder zone
Young nigga, goin' crazy, gettin' they murder on
Bitch gon' f*ck me in the trap, that's the type of bitch I like
If you f*ck me at the spot, then you know you f*cked a crook
I'm a rich nigga, dog, all iced out
You can see the stones lit up when the lights out
I didn't want her, I just wanna know what the hype 'bout
I be turnin' up, these bitches gettin' piped down
Metro Boomin, he a millionaire, f*ck it, take it back
Metro Boomin havin' cheese now, these niggas nothin' but rats
I been drankin' Codeine, steady rockin' these baguettes
I can feel this money, power, got these niggas so upset
I can't worry about the flaw shit, these flawless on my neck
Went banoodles on a dog-ass ho, that's all
Go paradin' whenever, I just spazz out, uh
Dripped in Louis V bandana, I got my rag out, uh
I'm tired, know what I mean?
It's time to just let it out
Lot of, lot of corny ass niggas, man
Lot of corny rappers, man, I'm just like, "Yo, man"
I could, I could name a list of a hundred corny ass rappers, yo
Right now
Fortieth anniversary, flooded VVS
Trappin' it out the foreign, I might crash and wreck
I'm buyin' out the department, goin' to galaxy
I'm prayin' to find a plug to bring me Actavis
Bought a crib in every city, I forget my address
I been hustlin' since a kid, I was just a adolescent
I done ran up a Richard Millie, I can't stop finessin'
Gotta practice what I preach, I'm buyin' my bitch baguettes
I got money, but ain't got time, these hoes gettin' too obsessed
Went shoppin' out in Europe, shut down Javier
Laced in Balenci' and got Marni on my body gear
Look on Google, I been gettin' way richer every year
Play with Scooter and I'ma send a nigga outta here
You mean, you don't trust the police?
In my business, you don't trust anybody
Metro Boomin, he a millionaire, f*ck it, take it back
Metro Boomin havin' cheese now, these niggas nothin' but rats
I been drankin' Codeine, steady rockin' these baguettes
I can feel this money, power, got these niggas so upset
I can't worry about the flaw shit, these flawless on my neck
Went banoodles on a dog-ass ho, that's all
Go paradin' whenever, I just spazz out, uh
Dripped in Louis V bandana, I got my rag out, uh
Bitch was so damn excited, she just lost count, uh
I got checks like Nike, get nigga checked out, uh
Gotta make 'em pay for every year, they never paid up
Gucci'd down in the trap with the K up, uh
She was drippin', I went bare, I hit it geeked up
Turtleneck on my neck, a lot of Cubans on
Metro Boomin, he a millionaire, f*ck it, take it back
Metro Boomin havin' cheese now, these niggas nothin' but rats
I been drankin' Codeine, steady rockin' these baguettes
I can feel this money, power, got these niggas so upset
I can't worry about the flaw shit, these flawless on my neck
Went banoodles on the dog-ass ho, that's all
Go paradin' whenever, I just spazz out, uh
Dripped in Louis V bandana, I got my rag out, uh
Money, murder, money, sex, that's a murder zone
Young nigga, goin' crazy, gettin' they murder on
Bitch gon' f*ck me in the trap, that's the type of bitch I like
If you f*ck me at the spot, then you know you f*cked a crook
I'm a rich nigga, dog, all iced out
You can see the stones lit up when the lights out
I didn't want her, I just wanna know what the hype 'bout
I be turnin' up, these bitches gettin' piped down
Metro Boomin, he a millionaire, f*ck it, take it back
Metro Boomin havin' cheese now, these niggas nothin' but rats
I been drankin' Codeine, steady rockin' these baguettes
I can feel this money, power, got these niggas so upset
I can't worry about the flaw shit, these flawless on my neck
Went banoodles on a dog-ass ho, that's all
Go paradin' whenever, I just spazz out, uh
Dripped in Louis V bandana, I got my rag out, uh
I'm tired, know what I mean?
It's time to just let it out
Lot of, lot of corny ass niggas, man
Lot of corny rappers, man, I'm just like, "Yo, man"
I could, I could name a list of a hundred corny ass rappers, yo
Right now
Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Type Shit
Yeah, yeah
Pluto
I don't hang with rats, that's some new type shit
Get a nigga whacked on the news type shit
Sip and drankin' Actavis on some Screw type shit
Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew type shit
I got a bad bitch at home, voodoo type shit
Take down Meg Thee Stallion's by the group type shit
That's some thick shit, I just thought you knew type shit
I just tricked off, I don't just usually do this type of shit
Pockets racked up, all blue type shit
Bunch of rich niggas, hoes get confused type shit
Atlanta nigga, I live like Ted Turner type shit
On camera, knockin' jaws loose type shit
I canceled her, kick her out the stu' type shit
A silent hitter, I just keep it cool with you bitches
A solid nigga, countin' dog food type shit
Movin' through the city with your boo type shit
She's ready to suck it up like soup type shit
You goin' against the guys and you gon' lose type shit
Pray to God they knock you out your shoes type shit (type shit)
Pop it, pop it, right up out the blue, type shit
Put the Double O in a mood
Serotonin, that's a cool type mix
Oxycontin, mix it with balloons (alright)
East Atlanta feelin' like a zoo type mix (open up)
Shawty, shawty strippin', takin' shrooms
Eatin' all the Percs, on some food type shit (open up)
Shawty make it work, 9-to-5 type shit (open up)
Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food type shit (open up)
Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food type shit (goin' up)
All the homies crushin' on some fool type- (goin' up)
Floodin' out the spot, it's like a pool type mix (add it up)
All the homies crushin' on some fool type shit (goin' up)
All the homies crushin' on some fool type- (open up)
Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food type shit
Feelin' so high, I'm on the moon, type shit
Kick the slow flow, jitsu type shit (open it up, add it up)
Red lock in my dreadlocks, I'm on bool type shit (f*ck it up, add it up)
Cook a nigga up like food type shit (f*ck it up, f*ck it up)
Posted up with my dogs, Scooby Doo type shit (f*ck it up, woo)
She grippin' all on my balls, I gotta move type shit
Diamonds, they cover my flaws, I'm actin' brand new type shit
Hundred round drum, make it bust, soundin' like that new type shit
All of my jeans is saggin', I think I'm over tight shit
Put the ho down with the gang, now she think she my manager type shit
Shawty thought she was the one, I will forever have a boss bitch
The presi' set on me plain, I'm on some naked type shit
Eighty-one thou' for the teeth, I still ain't smilin' for this bitch
This ho think she better than me? She on that IG model shit
Shawty said I'm a superhero, so how the f*ck I'ma hide from shit?
Bitch give me dome in the back, she on her bobblehead type shit
All I want is ass and titties, I ain't got no type, shit
Sippin' on drank, Pluto, hold up
Sippin' my drank, Metro
Sittin' right here with my yayo, type shit
Might put some diamonds in my gloves, woah, on my Mike shit
What the f*ck y'all talkin' 'bout bodies for? Y'all just type shit (Pluto)
I don't hang with rats, that's some new type shit (new type shit)
Get a nigga whacked on the new, type shit
Sip and drankin' Activis on some Screw type shit
Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew type shit
I got a bad bitch at home, voodoo type shit
Take down Meg Thee Stallion's by the group, type shit
Tags all over my shirt (open it up), uh, rockstar-type shit (open it up)
Molly all in my drink (open it up), uh, rockstar-type shit (open it up)
'Bout to take a ho to Turks, she a monster type shit
(Type shit, type shit)
She don't don't speak no English, money talk type shit
She f*ck me, ran her mouth 'cause I'm a boss type shit (woo)
Pluto
I don't hang with rats, that's some new type shit
Get a nigga whacked on the news type shit
Sip and drankin' Actavis on some Screw type shit
Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew type shit
I got a bad bitch at home, voodoo type shit
Take down Meg Thee Stallion's by the group type shit
That's some thick shit, I just thought you knew type shit
I just tricked off, I don't just usually do this type of shit
Pockets racked up, all blue type shit
Bunch of rich niggas, hoes get confused type shit
Atlanta nigga, I live like Ted Turner type shit
On camera, knockin' jaws loose type shit
I canceled her, kick her out the stu' type shit
A silent hitter, I just keep it cool with you bitches
A solid nigga, countin' dog food type shit
Movin' through the city with your boo type shit
She's ready to suck it up like soup type shit
You goin' against the guys and you gon' lose type shit
Pray to God they knock you out your shoes type shit (type shit)
Pop it, pop it, right up out the blue, type shit
Put the Double O in a mood
Serotonin, that's a cool type mix
Oxycontin, mix it with balloons (alright)
East Atlanta feelin' like a zoo type mix (open up)
Shawty, shawty strippin', takin' shrooms
Eatin' all the Percs, on some food type shit (open up)
Shawty make it work, 9-to-5 type shit (open up)
Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food type shit (open up)
Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food type shit (goin' up)
All the homies crushin' on some fool type- (goin' up)
Floodin' out the spot, it's like a pool type mix (add it up)
All the homies crushin' on some fool type shit (goin' up)
All the homies crushin' on some fool type- (open up)
Eatin' all the Perkies, on some food type shit
Feelin' so high, I'm on the moon, type shit
Kick the slow flow, jitsu type shit (open it up, add it up)
Red lock in my dreadlocks, I'm on bool type shit (f*ck it up, add it up)
Cook a nigga up like food type shit (f*ck it up, f*ck it up)
Posted up with my dogs, Scooby Doo type shit (f*ck it up, woo)
She grippin' all on my balls, I gotta move type shit
Diamonds, they cover my flaws, I'm actin' brand new type shit
Hundred round drum, make it bust, soundin' like that new type shit
All of my jeans is saggin', I think I'm over tight shit
Put the ho down with the gang, now she think she my manager type shit
Shawty thought she was the one, I will forever have a boss bitch
The presi' set on me plain, I'm on some naked type shit
Eighty-one thou' for the teeth, I still ain't smilin' for this bitch
This ho think she better than me? She on that IG model shit
Shawty said I'm a superhero, so how the f*ck I'ma hide from shit?
Bitch give me dome in the back, she on her bobblehead type shit
All I want is ass and titties, I ain't got no type, shit
Sippin' on drank, Pluto, hold up
Sippin' my drank, Metro
Sittin' right here with my yayo, type shit
Might put some diamonds in my gloves, woah, on my Mike shit
What the f*ck y'all talkin' 'bout bodies for? Y'all just type shit (Pluto)
I don't hang with rats, that's some new type shit (new type shit)
Get a nigga whacked on the new, type shit
Sip and drankin' Activis on some Screw type shit
Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew type shit
I got a bad bitch at home, voodoo type shit
Take down Meg Thee Stallion's by the group, type shit
Tags all over my shirt (open it up), uh, rockstar-type shit (open it up)
Molly all in my drink (open it up), uh, rockstar-type shit (open it up)
'Bout to take a ho to Turks, she a monster type shit
(Type shit, type shit)
She don't don't speak no English, money talk type shit
She f*ck me, ran her mouth 'cause I'm a boss type shit (woo)
Writer: Jacques Webster, Jordan Carter, Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Claustrophobic
All that other shit is garbage, that's what I mean, son
You know what I'm sayin'?
Like, get the f*ck out of here, son
Shit is wack, son
Cut it out, please
Nobody's buyin' it, nobody likes it
You be hurtin' our ears, that shit is annoyin'
Like, stop it, man
Just 'cause niggas got a chain, some jewelry
And they dress like the motherf*ckin' part
They wanna be the rappers and shit
Like, cut it out
We the professionals, son
We professionals at what we do, like, cut it out
Yeah
Had to buy another mansion, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went and bought a bigger Maybach, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went back extended Phantom, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Make sure that 'Rari a drop 'cause I get claustrophobic
Had to buy another mansion, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went and bought a bigger Maybach, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went back extended Phantom, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Make sure that 'Rari a drop 'cause I get claustrophobic
Sittin' inside the hybrid, lookin' like a pirate
Fresher than your stylist, fresher than a stylist
Presidential Rolex, niggas big timin'
Eighty-five pointers, Ochocinco diamonds
Million-dollar Phantom, I won't even drive it
Chauffeur, Louis Vuitton loafers when I'm slidin'
Digital, niggas never visual
Residuals, rackies comin' plentiful
Ice on my sleeve, got it out that mud
Transportin' cheese, we sellin' drugs
Tractor-trailer pull up on my way to re-up
I know when you stay down, that's the way you T up
European stylin', I go from the feet up
Every time we meet up, it's been gettin' bigger
Every Presidentials, I got my credentials
Cobra deadly venom, push a button and send 'em
Raised around these sinners, now we gang members
Copped a big bazooka for my main hitter
Had to buy another mansion, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went and bought a bigger Maybach, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went back extended Phantom, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Make sure that 'Rari a drop 'cause I get claustrophobic
Had to buy another mansion, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went and bought a bigger Maybach, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went back extended Phantom, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Make sure that 'Rari a drop 'cause I get claustrophobic
Atlanta to Skyami, goin' back to Cali'
Snakes and deadly venom, bitch, I'm super slatty
Work out in the snow, Rocky Balboa
Pull up 'Ventador, look like Chapo
Servin' Kurtis Blow, I got dirty snow
Parked outside the store, ten trucks in a row
Pocket full of bread, sittin' inside the Rolls
I been on a roll, over a billion sold
Only one was chose, I secured my goals
Cookin' so much coke, I need another stove
Made myself a plug, I can move a load
Took it from lil' Mexico across the globe
Had to buy another mansion, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went and bought a bigger Maybach, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went back extended Phantom, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Make sure that 'Rari a drop 'cause I get claustrophobic
Had to buy another mansion, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went and bought a bigger Maybach, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went back extended Phantom, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Make sure that 'Rari a drop 'cause I get claustrophobic
Stop it, man
You know what I mean? Do somethin' else
Stop tryna do what everybody else doin', you know?
You know? 'Cause I know that's what's goin' on
'Cause these niggas ain't supposed to be rappin'
I mean, who really like these niggas?
You know what I'm sayin'?
Like, get the f*ck out of here, son
Shit is wack, son
Cut it out, please
Nobody's buyin' it, nobody likes it
You be hurtin' our ears, that shit is annoyin'
Like, stop it, man
Just 'cause niggas got a chain, some jewelry
And they dress like the motherf*ckin' part
They wanna be the rappers and shit
Like, cut it out
We the professionals, son
We professionals at what we do, like, cut it out
Yeah
Had to buy another mansion, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went and bought a bigger Maybach, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went back extended Phantom, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Make sure that 'Rari a drop 'cause I get claustrophobic
Had to buy another mansion, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went and bought a bigger Maybach, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went back extended Phantom, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Make sure that 'Rari a drop 'cause I get claustrophobic
Sittin' inside the hybrid, lookin' like a pirate
Fresher than your stylist, fresher than a stylist
Presidential Rolex, niggas big timin'
Eighty-five pointers, Ochocinco diamonds
Million-dollar Phantom, I won't even drive it
Chauffeur, Louis Vuitton loafers when I'm slidin'
Digital, niggas never visual
Residuals, rackies comin' plentiful
Ice on my sleeve, got it out that mud
Transportin' cheese, we sellin' drugs
Tractor-trailer pull up on my way to re-up
I know when you stay down, that's the way you T up
European stylin', I go from the feet up
Every time we meet up, it's been gettin' bigger
Every Presidentials, I got my credentials
Cobra deadly venom, push a button and send 'em
Raised around these sinners, now we gang members
Copped a big bazooka for my main hitter
Had to buy another mansion, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went and bought a bigger Maybach, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went back extended Phantom, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Make sure that 'Rari a drop 'cause I get claustrophobic
Had to buy another mansion, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went and bought a bigger Maybach, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went back extended Phantom, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Make sure that 'Rari a drop 'cause I get claustrophobic
Atlanta to Skyami, goin' back to Cali'
Snakes and deadly venom, bitch, I'm super slatty
Work out in the snow, Rocky Balboa
Pull up 'Ventador, look like Chapo
Servin' Kurtis Blow, I got dirty snow
Parked outside the store, ten trucks in a row
Pocket full of bread, sittin' inside the Rolls
I been on a roll, over a billion sold
Only one was chose, I secured my goals
Cookin' so much coke, I need another stove
Made myself a plug, I can move a load
Took it from lil' Mexico across the globe
Had to buy another mansion, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went and bought a bigger Maybach, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went back extended Phantom, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Make sure that 'Rari a drop 'cause I get claustrophobic
Had to buy another mansion, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went and bought a bigger Maybach, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Went back extended Phantom, I'm gettin' claustrophobic
Make sure that 'Rari a drop 'cause I get claustrophobic
Stop it, man
You know what I mean? Do somethin' else
Stop tryna do what everybody else doin', you know?
You know? 'Cause I know that's what's goin' on
'Cause these niggas ain't supposed to be rappin'
I mean, who really like these niggas?
Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Like That
Gotta fire my joint up on this bitch
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
Three times
Yeah
Stickin' to the code, all these hoes for the streets
I put it in her nose, it's gon' make her pussy leak
Pussy niggas told, ain't gon' wake up out they sleep
You can't hear that switch, but you can hear them niggas scream
All my hoes do shrooms, nigga, all my hoes do coke
Twenty-carat ring, I put my fingers down her throat (uh, uh, uh)
If I lose a carat, she might choke (uh, uh, uh)
I know she gon' swallow, she a G.O.A.T. (uh, uh, uh)
Freeband nigga, bring the racks in
Got the shooters in the corner like the pack in
She think 'cause she exotic bitch, she attractive
That's that shit'll get you put up out the section, brrt
And the motto still the same
Ball like I won a championship game
You know these hoes hungry, they gon' f*ck for a name
I put her on the gang, she get f*cked for a chain
Got your girl in this bitch, she twirlin' on the dick
I got syrup in this bitch, turn up in this bitch
And we brought the 'Ercs in this bitch, get murked in this bitch
All these pointers on me, baby, you know it's game time
Bring a friend, bitch, we f*cked 'em at the same time
I'm a different nigga, no, we not the same kind
You can have that lil'- if she ain't mine (yeah)
Young dope dealer, sellin' dope, is you like that? (If you like that)
Kickin' doors, kickin' in doors, is you like that? (Yeah)
Young throwed nigga, sellin' loads, is you like that? (Yeah)
All '24, you on go, is you like that? (If you like that)
Niggas from the bottom really like that (if you like that)
Steppin' in Balencis if you like that (if you like that)
Pop another bottle if you like that (if you like that)
(He was once a thug from around the way)
These niggas talkin' out of they necks
Don't pull no coffin out of your mouth, I'm way too paranoid for a threat
Ayy-ayy, let's get it, bro
D-O-T, the money, power, respect
The last one is better
Say, it's a lot of goofies with a check
I mean, aw, I hope them sentiments symbolic
Ah, my temperament bipolar, I choose violence
Okay, let's get it up, it's time for him to prove that he's a problem
Niggas clickin' up, but cannot be legit, no 40 Water, tell 'em
Ah, yeah, huh, yeah, get up with me
F*ck sneak dissin', first-person shooter, I hope they came with three switches
I crash out like, "F*ck rap," diss Melle Mel if I had to
Got 2TEEZ with me, I'm snatchin' chains and burnin' tattoos, it's up
Lost too many soldiers not to play it safe
If he walk around with that stick, it ain't André 3K
Think I won't drop the location? I still got PTSD
Motherf*ck the big three, nigga, it's just big me
Nigga, bum
What? I'm really like that
And your best work is a light pack
Nigga, Prince outlived Mike Jack'
Nigga, bum
'Fore all your dogs gettin' buried
That's a K with all these nines, he gon' see Pet Sematary (yeah)
Nigga, bum
Young dope dealer, sellin' dope, is you like that? (If you like that) (biatch, biatch)
Kickin' doors, kickin' in doors, is you like that? (Hoe) (yeah)
Young throwed nigga, sellin' loads, is you like that? (40 Water, 40 Water) (yeah)
All '24, you on go, is you like that? (If you like that)
Niggas from the bottom really like that (if you like that)
Steppin' in Balencis if you like that (if you like that)
Pop another bottle if you like that (if you like that)
(He was once a thug from around the way)
Young dope dealer, sellin' dope, is you like that?
Kickin' doors, kickin' in doors, is you like that?
Young throwed nigga, sellin' loads, is you like that?
All '24, you on go, is you like that? (If you like that)
Niggas from the bottom really like that (if you like that)
Steppin' in Balencis if you like that (if you like that)
Pop another bottle if you like that (if you like that)
(He was once a thug, he was, he was-)
Came in bangin' dope, niggas was young, slangin' powder
Walk in the strip club, make it rain for three hours
Locked in and now I got my Phantom and my driver
Perc'd out, took chances in my hood like Nevada
Surfed out, outside white, interior lasagna
Hundred thousands, I just cashed out on designer
Gotta devour, nigga, I learned that in the jungle
Once I sell this load, that's a million in a week
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
Three times
Yeah
Stickin' to the code, all these hoes for the streets
I put it in her nose, it's gon' make her pussy leak
Pussy niggas told, ain't gon' wake up out they sleep
You can't hear that switch, but you can hear them niggas scream
All my hoes do shrooms, nigga, all my hoes do coke
Twenty-carat ring, I put my fingers down her throat (uh, uh, uh)
If I lose a carat, she might choke (uh, uh, uh)
I know she gon' swallow, she a G.O.A.T. (uh, uh, uh)
Freeband nigga, bring the racks in
Got the shooters in the corner like the pack in
She think 'cause she exotic bitch, she attractive
That's that shit'll get you put up out the section, brrt
And the motto still the same
Ball like I won a championship game
You know these hoes hungry, they gon' f*ck for a name
I put her on the gang, she get f*cked for a chain
Got your girl in this bitch, she twirlin' on the dick
I got syrup in this bitch, turn up in this bitch
And we brought the 'Ercs in this bitch, get murked in this bitch
All these pointers on me, baby, you know it's game time
Bring a friend, bitch, we f*cked 'em at the same time
I'm a different nigga, no, we not the same kind
You can have that lil'- if she ain't mine (yeah)
Young dope dealer, sellin' dope, is you like that? (If you like that)
Kickin' doors, kickin' in doors, is you like that? (Yeah)
Young throwed nigga, sellin' loads, is you like that? (Yeah)
All '24, you on go, is you like that? (If you like that)
Niggas from the bottom really like that (if you like that)
Steppin' in Balencis if you like that (if you like that)
Pop another bottle if you like that (if you like that)
(He was once a thug from around the way)
These niggas talkin' out of they necks
Don't pull no coffin out of your mouth, I'm way too paranoid for a threat
Ayy-ayy, let's get it, bro
D-O-T, the money, power, respect
The last one is better
Say, it's a lot of goofies with a check
I mean, aw, I hope them sentiments symbolic
Ah, my temperament bipolar, I choose violence
Okay, let's get it up, it's time for him to prove that he's a problem
Niggas clickin' up, but cannot be legit, no 40 Water, tell 'em
Ah, yeah, huh, yeah, get up with me
F*ck sneak dissin', first-person shooter, I hope they came with three switches
I crash out like, "F*ck rap," diss Melle Mel if I had to
Got 2TEEZ with me, I'm snatchin' chains and burnin' tattoos, it's up
Lost too many soldiers not to play it safe
If he walk around with that stick, it ain't André 3K
Think I won't drop the location? I still got PTSD
Motherf*ck the big three, nigga, it's just big me
Nigga, bum
What? I'm really like that
And your best work is a light pack
Nigga, Prince outlived Mike Jack'
Nigga, bum
'Fore all your dogs gettin' buried
That's a K with all these nines, he gon' see Pet Sematary (yeah)
Nigga, bum
Young dope dealer, sellin' dope, is you like that? (If you like that) (biatch, biatch)
Kickin' doors, kickin' in doors, is you like that? (Hoe) (yeah)
Young throwed nigga, sellin' loads, is you like that? (40 Water, 40 Water) (yeah)
All '24, you on go, is you like that? (If you like that)
Niggas from the bottom really like that (if you like that)
Steppin' in Balencis if you like that (if you like that)
Pop another bottle if you like that (if you like that)
(He was once a thug from around the way)
Young dope dealer, sellin' dope, is you like that?
Kickin' doors, kickin' in doors, is you like that?
Young throwed nigga, sellin' loads, is you like that?
All '24, you on go, is you like that? (If you like that)
Niggas from the bottom really like that (if you like that)
Steppin' in Balencis if you like that (if you like that)
Pop another bottle if you like that (if you like that)
(He was once a thug, he was, he was-)
Came in bangin' dope, niggas was young, slangin' powder
Walk in the strip club, make it rain for three hours
Locked in and now I got my Phantom and my driver
Perc'd out, took chances in my hood like Nevada
Surfed out, outside white, interior lasagna
Hundred thousands, I just cashed out on designer
Gotta devour, nigga, I learned that in the jungle
Once I sell this load, that's a million in a week
Writer: Kendrick Lamar Duckwroth, Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn, Rodney Oliver
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Slimed In
I'm just on some slime shit
I'm back on that slime stuff, you know what I'm sayin'?
I don't care nothin' 'bout this superstardom shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, yeah
That's on God
Yeah, yeah
All my hoes gettin' slimed in
Niggas ain't on no slimy shit
All my hoes from Thailand
Ho know a nigga got a water wrist
All my hoes in the widebody
Pick my ho up in the widebody
Eat it right up and don't cry 'bout it
All my hoes get time out
All your hoes gettin' slimed out
The AP store, we buy 'em out
Marni on Marni, go head first
All my hoes wear Chanel sandals
White on your toes, that's good manners
Chanaynay black, goin' bandana
All my hoes take the whole thing
High-top Maybach, cocaine
2025 on the leg trip
Scorchin' fire, no Pyrex
Hit me on WhatsApp, direct
Kitkat pant, went chocolate
Patek water, I train her
Pass that bag, I train her
Cuban, let's link, I chain her
She throwin' up rackies, I train her
All my hoes they gang members
All these pures got 'caine in 'em
Dog food, probably got pain in 'em
Curved that goofy, he ain't him
Told you these hoes on my time
Put him on ice, go Einstein
Yeah, yeah
All my hoes gettin' slimed in
Niggas ain't on no slimy shit
All my hoes from Thailand
Ho know a nigga got a water wrist
All my hoes in the widebody
Pick my ho up in the widebody
Lil' bitty ho, I sign shit
Yeah, yeah, ask these niggas who run shit
Lil' bitty ho, I sign shit
All my hoes love convicts
Ain't no love, we chop shit
Passport stamp, exhausted
Lounge on the island, a bad one
Sand on the beach, I bag one
Walk through the store like ransom
Clutchin' the gat, go blast it
Benjamin Franks, elastic
Bury your dog, casket
Buyin' out the mall, trappin'
Go against the laws, a thousand percent
Squeeze and don't stall, one thousand percent
It's over, you fall, one thousand percent
Stand over your dog, one thousand percent
I'm over this shit, one thousand percent
I'm slimin' out shit, one thousand percent
I get it, I print it, one thousand percent
Bitch love how I'm livin', one thousand percent
I'm just on some slime shit
I'm back on that slime stuff, you know what I'm sayin'?
I don't care nothin' 'bout this superstardom shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, yeah
That's on God
Yeah, yeah
All my hoes gettin' slimed in
Niggas ain't on no slimy shit
All my hoes from Thailand
Ho know a nigga got a water wrist
All my hoes in the widebody
Pick my ho up in the widebody
Richer than a ho, she a bird bitch
Call her up now, she workin'
Pull up to the stu', she twerkin'
I'm poppin' my big one, you know that
Steppin' on a nigga like doormat
All my shooters run a four flat
Wideboy skrrt through, Hellcat
Walk a nigga down for a tall stack
I'm back on that slime stuff, you know what I'm sayin'?
I don't care nothin' 'bout this superstardom shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, yeah
That's on God
Yeah, yeah
All my hoes gettin' slimed in
Niggas ain't on no slimy shit
All my hoes from Thailand
Ho know a nigga got a water wrist
All my hoes in the widebody
Pick my ho up in the widebody
Eat it right up and don't cry 'bout it
All my hoes get time out
All your hoes gettin' slimed out
The AP store, we buy 'em out
Marni on Marni, go head first
All my hoes wear Chanel sandals
White on your toes, that's good manners
Chanaynay black, goin' bandana
All my hoes take the whole thing
High-top Maybach, cocaine
2025 on the leg trip
Scorchin' fire, no Pyrex
Hit me on WhatsApp, direct
Kitkat pant, went chocolate
Patek water, I train her
Pass that bag, I train her
Cuban, let's link, I chain her
She throwin' up rackies, I train her
All my hoes they gang members
All these pures got 'caine in 'em
Dog food, probably got pain in 'em
Curved that goofy, he ain't him
Told you these hoes on my time
Put him on ice, go Einstein
Yeah, yeah
All my hoes gettin' slimed in
Niggas ain't on no slimy shit
All my hoes from Thailand
Ho know a nigga got a water wrist
All my hoes in the widebody
Pick my ho up in the widebody
Lil' bitty ho, I sign shit
Yeah, yeah, ask these niggas who run shit
Lil' bitty ho, I sign shit
All my hoes love convicts
Ain't no love, we chop shit
Passport stamp, exhausted
Lounge on the island, a bad one
Sand on the beach, I bag one
Walk through the store like ransom
Clutchin' the gat, go blast it
Benjamin Franks, elastic
Bury your dog, casket
Buyin' out the mall, trappin'
Go against the laws, a thousand percent
Squeeze and don't stall, one thousand percent
It's over, you fall, one thousand percent
Stand over your dog, one thousand percent
I'm over this shit, one thousand percent
I'm slimin' out shit, one thousand percent
I get it, I print it, one thousand percent
Bitch love how I'm livin', one thousand percent
I'm just on some slime shit
I'm back on that slime stuff, you know what I'm sayin'?
I don't care nothin' 'bout this superstardom shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, yeah
That's on God
Yeah, yeah
All my hoes gettin' slimed in
Niggas ain't on no slimy shit
All my hoes from Thailand
Ho know a nigga got a water wrist
All my hoes in the widebody
Pick my ho up in the widebody
Richer than a ho, she a bird bitch
Call her up now, she workin'
Pull up to the stu', she twerkin'
I'm poppin' my big one, you know that
Steppin' on a nigga like doormat
All my shooters run a four flat
Wideboy skrrt through, Hellcat
Walk a nigga down for a tall stack
Writer: Jeffrey Lamar Williams, Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Magic Don Juan (Princess Diana)
Okay, okay
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Okay, 'Bandz
Let's go
Pimpin' these hoes
Workin' that magic like I'm Don Juan, woah
I got thick shit workin' that magic like I'm Don Juan
Talkin' poles, I got that bat on me like Ken Griff'
I'ma get vibey, fly a hundred vibes one trip
She was hittin' like that, I called her back so I could make sure
Got that sniff on me, that white shit like I'm Tom Brady
I'ma put a sports car on two wheels like it got hydraulics
The way I be hallucinatin', I had to stop from doin' a Molly
(You must be hallucinatin')
Two hundred racks when I'm in Chanel get me in that mode (let's go)
I'm back in my bag again, I ain't even bought no clothes
Bam, check off, check, let's go
Pimpin' these hoes, workin' that magic like I'm Don Juan, woah
Fifty thousand in profit on hoes, that's a bad week
Bust my AP down in emeralds, cost a Richie Mill
You play with them birds, I'm makin' you bleed just like I'm Isley
Servin' that dog, it'll make you scream on shit like Lil Jon
'Fore this rappin' shit, I was servin' shit like Paul Wall
I can't f*ck with them bitch gon' sign me like Prince Harry
I put the Ferrari on my wrist cost more than a nigga house
When I seen the plug who tried to front me, I'm a cash out
I got thick shit workin' that magic like I'm Don Juan
Talkin' poles, I got that bat on me like Ken Griff'
I'ma get vibey, fly a hundred vibes one trip
She was hittin' like that, I called her back so I could make sure
Yeah, yeah, nigga
You know what the f*ck it is (yeah)
Them Princess Diana diamonds ain't cheap
Put up ya f*ckin' mortgage
The biggest
F*ck no, they gotta put up they mortgage
Crazy, are you stupid? (Woo)
Them Princess Diana diamonds ain't cheap
I'm chargin' two-fifty just to tweak
Ridin' with two hundred rounds on the seat
Burnin' 'em M's, 'bout to get a B
She make a film just for me to see
After she suck it, let her hit the key
I'm puttin' double-C's on a trish
Get you white money trickin' like this
I hit a popstar, I'm the G.O.A.T.
I got a supermodel in my lap
Bring down the door, junkies in the trap
F*cked off a half a dollar shootin' crap
I put your rap career in my ear
Niggas so crooked, bought the bitch veneers
Pour up the drink, I'm peelin' back the seal
Water on my chain like a Navy SEAL
Loaded on sticks, ready to go to war
Move like the military on tour
I got my finesse game on point
Codeine the movie, Spike Lee Jordan
I got a lit bitch, she goin'
I'm puttin' some drug money on her arm
I get a line on you, we scorin'
Brrt-baow, nigga, we scorin'
Are you dumb?
Them Princess Diana diamonds ain't cheap
Put up ya f*ckin' mortgage
That's what we doin'
Crazy, are you stupid, stupid?
Brrt-baow
They gotta put up they mortgage
Them Princess Diana diamonds ain't cheap
I'm chargin' two-fifty just to tweak
Ridin' with two hundred rounds on the seat
Burnin' 'em M's, 'bout to get a B
She make a film just for me to see
After she suck it, let her hit the key
I'm puttin' double-C's on a trish
Get you white money trickin' like this
I hit a popstar, I'm the G.O.A.T.
I got a supermodel in my lap
Ring down the door, junkies in the trap
F*cked off a half a dollar shootin' crap
I put your rap career in my ear
Niggas so crooked, bought the bitch veneers
Top of the charts they lovin' my skill
Look how long we go for, look what we do for a livin'
Man, we do this shit for a livin'
You niggas is playin' games, man
Stop f*ckin' play games on how I eat
And how I do my thing, man
Nigga, do something else
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Okay, 'Bandz
Let's go
Pimpin' these hoes
Workin' that magic like I'm Don Juan, woah
I got thick shit workin' that magic like I'm Don Juan
Talkin' poles, I got that bat on me like Ken Griff'
I'ma get vibey, fly a hundred vibes one trip
She was hittin' like that, I called her back so I could make sure
Got that sniff on me, that white shit like I'm Tom Brady
I'ma put a sports car on two wheels like it got hydraulics
The way I be hallucinatin', I had to stop from doin' a Molly
(You must be hallucinatin')
Two hundred racks when I'm in Chanel get me in that mode (let's go)
I'm back in my bag again, I ain't even bought no clothes
Bam, check off, check, let's go
Pimpin' these hoes, workin' that magic like I'm Don Juan, woah
Fifty thousand in profit on hoes, that's a bad week
Bust my AP down in emeralds, cost a Richie Mill
You play with them birds, I'm makin' you bleed just like I'm Isley
Servin' that dog, it'll make you scream on shit like Lil Jon
'Fore this rappin' shit, I was servin' shit like Paul Wall
I can't f*ck with them bitch gon' sign me like Prince Harry
I put the Ferrari on my wrist cost more than a nigga house
When I seen the plug who tried to front me, I'm a cash out
I got thick shit workin' that magic like I'm Don Juan
Talkin' poles, I got that bat on me like Ken Griff'
I'ma get vibey, fly a hundred vibes one trip
She was hittin' like that, I called her back so I could make sure
Yeah, yeah, nigga
You know what the f*ck it is (yeah)
Them Princess Diana diamonds ain't cheap
Put up ya f*ckin' mortgage
The biggest
F*ck no, they gotta put up they mortgage
Crazy, are you stupid? (Woo)
Them Princess Diana diamonds ain't cheap
I'm chargin' two-fifty just to tweak
Ridin' with two hundred rounds on the seat
Burnin' 'em M's, 'bout to get a B
She make a film just for me to see
After she suck it, let her hit the key
I'm puttin' double-C's on a trish
Get you white money trickin' like this
I hit a popstar, I'm the G.O.A.T.
I got a supermodel in my lap
Bring down the door, junkies in the trap
F*cked off a half a dollar shootin' crap
I put your rap career in my ear
Niggas so crooked, bought the bitch veneers
Pour up the drink, I'm peelin' back the seal
Water on my chain like a Navy SEAL
Loaded on sticks, ready to go to war
Move like the military on tour
I got my finesse game on point
Codeine the movie, Spike Lee Jordan
I got a lit bitch, she goin'
I'm puttin' some drug money on her arm
I get a line on you, we scorin'
Brrt-baow, nigga, we scorin'
Are you dumb?
Them Princess Diana diamonds ain't cheap
Put up ya f*ckin' mortgage
That's what we doin'
Crazy, are you stupid, stupid?
Brrt-baow
They gotta put up they mortgage
Them Princess Diana diamonds ain't cheap
I'm chargin' two-fifty just to tweak
Ridin' with two hundred rounds on the seat
Burnin' 'em M's, 'bout to get a B
She make a film just for me to see
After she suck it, let her hit the key
I'm puttin' double-C's on a trish
Get you white money trickin' like this
I hit a popstar, I'm the G.O.A.T.
I got a supermodel in my lap
Ring down the door, junkies in the trap
F*cked off a half a dollar shootin' crap
I put your rap career in my ear
Niggas so crooked, bought the bitch veneers
Top of the charts they lovin' my skill
Look how long we go for, look what we do for a livin'
Man, we do this shit for a livin'
You niggas is playin' games, man
Stop f*ckin' play games on how I eat
And how I do my thing, man
Nigga, do something else
Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn, Shantae Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Cinderella
Sip red, sing to the devil (Pluto)
Sip red, sing to the devil (yeah)
Sip red, talk to the devil ('Tro)
Rack, racks don't stuck together
Racks on racks stuck together
Sip red, talk to the devil
I'm 'bout, I'm 'bout to just, I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to
Let's walk on this motherf*cker right quick
Racks on racks stuck together
Sip red, talk to the devil (Pluto)
Rosetta stones forever (let's go)
High yella, canary yellow (hot yellow)
Hot chocolate, Cinderella
Trap off a tractor-trailer (tractor)
Blue paper stuck together
Bad bitch gon' f*ck my bezel (for sure)
Strapped up with heavy metal
Sip lean, talk to the devil
Hi-Tech, stay confidential
AP, a presidential
Never go against the ghetto
Stay true, got hoes in Belgium (uh-huh)
New bitch, new car, it's levels (uh-huh)
I piss Codeine on peasants
Freebandz, you got it, let's get it (free)
Get a check, then flip it in the trenches (yeah)
In the 'jects pullin' up in a Bentley (skrrt)
Cartier with buffs, they vintage (ah)
Pour a eighth, see the rings on glisten (yeah)
Real ice make a bad bitch listen (yeah)
Racks on racks stuck together
Sip red, talk to the devil
Rosetta stones forever
High yella, canary yellow
Hot chocolate, Cinderella
Trap off a tractor-trailer
Blue paper stuck together
Bad bitch gon' f*ck my bezel (mm-mm)
You know it's high price levels
Two Ms, that's on the pedal (uh)
This bitch make that bitch jealous
This cup ain't never fail us (uh)
My J's, they match yo' melon
You know it ain't no tellin' (uh)
Rather go duck a felon
The bankroll tucked for bailin' (uh)
When I lean, when I lean (when I lean)
Blew out what I'm inhalin' (yeah)
This gas broke out, propellant (it's lit)
Back to back like a train
Think twice tryna derail us
The gang like the Goodfellas
Took off, propane propellers
She like gold watch, gold chain
African Cinderella (ooh)
Mix her in my vanilla, you can't find this wherever (ooh)
Thug in all types of weather
In space, lookin' for better (mmm-mm-mm)
When I lean, when I lean, when I lean (when I lean)
Racks on racks stuck together
Sip red, talk to the devil
Rosetta stones forever (yeah)
High yella, canary yellow (it's lit)
Hot chocolate, Cinderella (ooh)
Trap off a tractor-trailer (trap)
Blue paper stuck together
Bad bitch gon' f*ck my bezel (for sure)
Ooh, ooh-ah
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ah
Sip red, sing to the devil (yeah)
Sip red, talk to the devil ('Tro)
Rack, racks don't stuck together
Racks on racks stuck together
Sip red, talk to the devil
I'm 'bout, I'm 'bout to just, I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to
Let's walk on this motherf*cker right quick
Racks on racks stuck together
Sip red, talk to the devil (Pluto)
Rosetta stones forever (let's go)
High yella, canary yellow (hot yellow)
Hot chocolate, Cinderella
Trap off a tractor-trailer (tractor)
Blue paper stuck together
Bad bitch gon' f*ck my bezel (for sure)
Strapped up with heavy metal
Sip lean, talk to the devil
Hi-Tech, stay confidential
AP, a presidential
Never go against the ghetto
Stay true, got hoes in Belgium (uh-huh)
New bitch, new car, it's levels (uh-huh)
I piss Codeine on peasants
Freebandz, you got it, let's get it (free)
Get a check, then flip it in the trenches (yeah)
In the 'jects pullin' up in a Bentley (skrrt)
Cartier with buffs, they vintage (ah)
Pour a eighth, see the rings on glisten (yeah)
Real ice make a bad bitch listen (yeah)
Racks on racks stuck together
Sip red, talk to the devil
Rosetta stones forever
High yella, canary yellow
Hot chocolate, Cinderella
Trap off a tractor-trailer
Blue paper stuck together
Bad bitch gon' f*ck my bezel (mm-mm)
You know it's high price levels
Two Ms, that's on the pedal (uh)
This bitch make that bitch jealous
This cup ain't never fail us (uh)
My J's, they match yo' melon
You know it ain't no tellin' (uh)
Rather go duck a felon
The bankroll tucked for bailin' (uh)
When I lean, when I lean (when I lean)
Blew out what I'm inhalin' (yeah)
This gas broke out, propellant (it's lit)
Back to back like a train
Think twice tryna derail us
The gang like the Goodfellas
Took off, propane propellers
She like gold watch, gold chain
African Cinderella (ooh)
Mix her in my vanilla, you can't find this wherever (ooh)
Thug in all types of weather
In space, lookin' for better (mmm-mm-mm)
When I lean, when I lean, when I lean (when I lean)
Racks on racks stuck together
Sip red, talk to the devil
Rosetta stones forever (yeah)
High yella, canary yellow (it's lit)
Hot chocolate, Cinderella (ooh)
Trap off a tractor-trailer (trap)
Blue paper stuck together
Bad bitch gon' f*ck my bezel (for sure)
Ooh, ooh-ah
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ah
Writer: Jacques Webster, Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Runnin Outta Time
Maybe we just runnin' out of time
Ain't no need to try to hold you up 'cause you always mines
But I can't trust nobody, I was down, wasn't nobody left
They done turned they back on me, never turned on myself
Maybe we just runnin' out of time (of time)
Ain't no need to try to hold you up 'cause you always mines
But I can't trust nobody, I was down, wasn't nobody left
They done turned they back on me, never turned on myself
I can't trust nobody, I can't trust nobody I know
Left me alone, I was grindin', I had to find myself
Real one, had to remind myself
Sometimes even rich niggas get lost
I'm experiencin' more paranoia
Findin' love got me more paranoid
I can't tell who real anymore
It's the ones that I cherish and adore
It'll never be like it was before
Before I was climbin' up the charts
When you leavin', you leave me no choice
I'll come back and unpack the Rolls-Royce
I'll come through if you need me, of course
Hope it come to the day we rejoice
I got your back like a spine
Maybe we just runnin' out of time
Ain't no need to try to hold you up 'cause you always mines
But I can't trust nobody, I was down, wasn't nobody left
They done turned they back on me, never turned on myself
Maybe we just runnin' out of time (of time)
Ain't no need to try to hold you up 'cause you always mines
But I can't trust nobody, I was down, wasn't nobody left
They done turned they back on me, never turned on myself
Never could trust you, I still got your location on
Fell out of love, I delete all the nudes out your phone
Can't get a reaction out of me, that's what you want
It's not sexy to show your vulnerability, keep it calm
Had her eatin' sushi out my palm
Got a new penthouse, sittin' at the palms
Got a flock of birds wrapped around my arms
Tried to park the Bugatti in the lobby
Went to Puerto Rico, went to Bali
Got her body done just for a hobby (I did)
Got her skatin' on new ice like it's hockey (Pluto)
Made her throw away all the Versace
Bitches f*ckin' each other, we watchin'
Maybe we just runnin' out of time (of time)
Ain't no need to try to hold you up 'cause you always mines
But I can't trust nobody, I was down, wasn't nobody left
They done turned they back on me, never turned on myself (never turned on myself)
Baby, we runnin' through timezones
You comin' back, no matter where you go
Ayy, respect
Yeah, I'm fried, yeah, I'm fried
Hold on, yeah, I'm fried
Hold on
And I'm tryna get fried, so pass the weed over here
Fried
And y'all ain't exempt
It's her birthday
Then let's do it
Who's birthday is it?
Alright, come on
I'm finna cut the song back goin' so y'all can take shots
Yes, sir
Ain't no need to try to hold you up 'cause you always mines
But I can't trust nobody, I was down, wasn't nobody left
They done turned they back on me, never turned on myself
Maybe we just runnin' out of time (of time)
Ain't no need to try to hold you up 'cause you always mines
But I can't trust nobody, I was down, wasn't nobody left
They done turned they back on me, never turned on myself
I can't trust nobody, I can't trust nobody I know
Left me alone, I was grindin', I had to find myself
Real one, had to remind myself
Sometimes even rich niggas get lost
I'm experiencin' more paranoia
Findin' love got me more paranoid
I can't tell who real anymore
It's the ones that I cherish and adore
It'll never be like it was before
Before I was climbin' up the charts
When you leavin', you leave me no choice
I'll come back and unpack the Rolls-Royce
I'll come through if you need me, of course
Hope it come to the day we rejoice
I got your back like a spine
Maybe we just runnin' out of time
Ain't no need to try to hold you up 'cause you always mines
But I can't trust nobody, I was down, wasn't nobody left
They done turned they back on me, never turned on myself
Maybe we just runnin' out of time (of time)
Ain't no need to try to hold you up 'cause you always mines
But I can't trust nobody, I was down, wasn't nobody left
They done turned they back on me, never turned on myself
Never could trust you, I still got your location on
Fell out of love, I delete all the nudes out your phone
Can't get a reaction out of me, that's what you want
It's not sexy to show your vulnerability, keep it calm
Had her eatin' sushi out my palm
Got a new penthouse, sittin' at the palms
Got a flock of birds wrapped around my arms
Tried to park the Bugatti in the lobby
Went to Puerto Rico, went to Bali
Got her body done just for a hobby (I did)
Got her skatin' on new ice like it's hockey (Pluto)
Made her throw away all the Versace
Bitches f*ckin' each other, we watchin'
Maybe we just runnin' out of time (of time)
Ain't no need to try to hold you up 'cause you always mines
But I can't trust nobody, I was down, wasn't nobody left
They done turned they back on me, never turned on myself (never turned on myself)
Baby, we runnin' through timezones
You comin' back, no matter where you go
Ayy, respect
Yeah, I'm fried, yeah, I'm fried
Hold on, yeah, I'm fried
Hold on
And I'm tryna get fried, so pass the weed over here
Fried
And y'all ain't exempt
It's her birthday
Then let's do it
Who's birthday is it?
Alright, come on
I'm finna cut the song back goin' so y'all can take shots
Yes, sir
Writer: Jordan Holt-May, Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Fried (She A Vibe)
(Metro)
Yeah, I'm fried
Yeah, I'm fried
Yeah, I'm fried
Yeah
Yeah, I'm fried
Yeah
Yeah, I'm fried
Yeah, I'm fried
I just blew a check in the strip club on a Wednesday
She ain't goin' then I'ma ask her what her friend say
Yeah, I'm fried
Yeah, I'm fried
Yeah, I'm fried
I'm still high from the night before and I popped another one
Do you roll, roll, roll, like the stone?
Do you got more than two or three phones? Do you?
I'm fried, yes, fried
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty
Hold a nigga down and she tote my Glock 40
Bust her down, ice her out just like my artists
Every time we link, it's like we throwin' a private party
Yeah, yeah, walk inside the strip club, I'm just a walkin' bankroll
I don't want my old hoes 'cause them hoes all old
Lookin' for that young shit, twenty-four
Baby have buns, shit, I'm bendin' it over
Big pimpin', rockin' with her like I'm Dame Dash
She waitressin' at Starlets, ain't too many I ain't had
She Spanish, she can't call me, "Papi," I make her call me, "Dad"
Her panties off, she come through every time when I smash
She ain't try to charge, but anyway, I gave her a lil' cash
I'm poppin' it off, I'm tryna make her ex-nigga mad
Leaned up, just took two pills, damn, a nigga throwed
Underhand, overhand, the money gettin' blowed
Yeah, I'm fried
Yeah, I'm fried
I just blew a check in the strip club on a Wednesday
I don't care if she ain't goin', I ask her what her friend say
I bet she say, "Comprende"
Yeah, yeah, fried
Yeah, I'm fried
I f*ck with shorty 'cause shorty is a vibe
Right
To my left and my right
And my front
I got blunts and I love puttin' on stunts, yeah
Take a shot every day, we gon' get high every day
Told my girl, "I'll be cuttin' off, shorty," wouldn't hit her anyway
Save the day, anyway, then had to make sure she sign an NDA
Pretty girls all across the world, they know sensei
This money got my mind goin', this a tax bracket, different time zone
Drink out the Styrofoam, I ain't never been this high though
I just got my roll on, I ain't popped up like this in so long
I just like to vibe on her, went plain Jane, two-tone
Took a couple uppers, downers, mixed 'em up together
Runnin' through this money like it never felt better
I just went to Cleef and bought the store from overseas
Shorty got me blowin' money fast like Meech
I'm fried, yes, fried
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe
I'm fried, yes, fried
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe
You know
We the best in the business
What you think I mean when I say that
What the f*ck you think I mean when I say that, man
We the best in this business
There is no competition for us, man
Yeah, I'm fried
Yeah, I'm fried
Yeah, I'm fried
Yeah
Yeah, I'm fried
Yeah
Yeah, I'm fried
Yeah, I'm fried
I just blew a check in the strip club on a Wednesday
She ain't goin' then I'ma ask her what her friend say
Yeah, I'm fried
Yeah, I'm fried
Yeah, I'm fried
I'm still high from the night before and I popped another one
Do you roll, roll, roll, like the stone?
Do you got more than two or three phones? Do you?
I'm fried, yes, fried
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty
Hold a nigga down and she tote my Glock 40
Bust her down, ice her out just like my artists
Every time we link, it's like we throwin' a private party
Yeah, yeah, walk inside the strip club, I'm just a walkin' bankroll
I don't want my old hoes 'cause them hoes all old
Lookin' for that young shit, twenty-four
Baby have buns, shit, I'm bendin' it over
Big pimpin', rockin' with her like I'm Dame Dash
She waitressin' at Starlets, ain't too many I ain't had
She Spanish, she can't call me, "Papi," I make her call me, "Dad"
Her panties off, she come through every time when I smash
She ain't try to charge, but anyway, I gave her a lil' cash
I'm poppin' it off, I'm tryna make her ex-nigga mad
Leaned up, just took two pills, damn, a nigga throwed
Underhand, overhand, the money gettin' blowed
Yeah, I'm fried
Yeah, I'm fried
I just blew a check in the strip club on a Wednesday
I don't care if she ain't goin', I ask her what her friend say
I bet she say, "Comprende"
Yeah, yeah, fried
Yeah, I'm fried
I f*ck with shorty 'cause shorty is a vibe
Right
To my left and my right
And my front
I got blunts and I love puttin' on stunts, yeah
Take a shot every day, we gon' get high every day
Told my girl, "I'll be cuttin' off, shorty," wouldn't hit her anyway
Save the day, anyway, then had to make sure she sign an NDA
Pretty girls all across the world, they know sensei
This money got my mind goin', this a tax bracket, different time zone
Drink out the Styrofoam, I ain't never been this high though
I just got my roll on, I ain't popped up like this in so long
I just like to vibe on her, went plain Jane, two-tone
Took a couple uppers, downers, mixed 'em up together
Runnin' through this money like it never felt better
I just went to Cleef and bought the store from overseas
Shorty got me blowin' money fast like Meech
I'm fried, yes, fried
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe
I'm fried, yes, fried
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe
I'm f*cked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibe
You know
We the best in the business
What you think I mean when I say that
What the f*ck you think I mean when I say that, man
We the best in this business
There is no competition for us, man
Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Aint No Love
Eleven carats, that's a Bugatti, I dropped a million in my ear
My bitch f*ckin' on a boss, still made her pussy top tier
Niggas'll put you in the cross, a thousand shots be on the Lear
In a Ferrari pullin' off, a double R sittin' in the rear
Solitaire, bust it down, it got the watch crystal clear
It's a skeleton Audemars, but it still got emeralds in the face
Gotta go crazy with the cake
Call the plug, I'm pushin' weight
Sippin' on mud just ease the pain
The coupe go Porsche, just blow the brain
Trained to go, they ready to stain
Plush the seats inside the plane
Crank the charter, we goin' to Spain
We was starvin' before the fame
Totin' a carbon, don't explain
Exotic packs, we own the strain
Transactions, foreign exchange
Knowin' damn well they ready to bang
Pluto go crazy 'bout the gang
Until the opps done totin' they flame
Ain't gon' spare no nigga who play
Ain't no love when niggas fake
Ain't no love
Ain't no love, ain't no love
Can't show love when niggas fake
Sellin' drugs, just tryna be great
Sellin' drugs, sellin' drugs, sellin' drugs
It ain't no love when niggas fake
Ain't no love, ain't no love, it ain't no
Ain't no love, ain't no love, it ain't no
Ain't no love, ain't no love, it ain't no
Ain't no love, ain't no love, it ain't no
Posted on front street, now I'm the plug
Steppin' in Ricky, I know I'm goin' far
Wanna got to war, gotta send out a slug
Nigga caught lack, niggas sprayin' up the car
Mind on point, nigga gotta stay geeked
Seventy-five carats and it ain't no compete
Eliantte, got a mill' in receipts
Send out an invoice and sweepin' your street
F*ck all that marketin', I'm on the block
You got your bitch, I treat her like a dog
Said she wan' bite, gotta f*ck on my broad
One of a kind, I'm shittin' on 'em all
Jumped in the 'Rari, I jumped in the jaw
Stand on the gas, ain't on no stallin'
I'm blockin' hoes, I'm doin' the ballin'
I get 'em molded, the carats flawless
Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love
Can't show love when niggas fake
Sellin' drugs, just tryna be great
Sellin' drugs, sellin' drugs, sellin' drugs
It ain't no love when niggas fake
Ain't no love, ain't no love, it ain't no
Ain't no love, ain't no love, it ain't no
Ain't no love, ain't no love, it ain't no
Ain't no love, ain't no love, it ain't no
Eleven carats, that's a Bugatti, I dropped a million in my ear
My bitch f*ckin' on a boss, done made her pussy top tier
Eleven carats, that's a Bugatti, I dropped a million in my ear
My bitch f*ckin' on a boss, done made her pussy top tier
My bitch f*ckin' on a boss, still made her pussy top tier
Niggas'll put you in the cross, a thousand shots be on the Lear
In a Ferrari pullin' off, a double R sittin' in the rear
Solitaire, bust it down, it got the watch crystal clear
It's a skeleton Audemars, but it still got emeralds in the face
Gotta go crazy with the cake
Call the plug, I'm pushin' weight
Sippin' on mud just ease the pain
The coupe go Porsche, just blow the brain
Trained to go, they ready to stain
Plush the seats inside the plane
Crank the charter, we goin' to Spain
We was starvin' before the fame
Totin' a carbon, don't explain
Exotic packs, we own the strain
Transactions, foreign exchange
Knowin' damn well they ready to bang
Pluto go crazy 'bout the gang
Until the opps done totin' they flame
Ain't gon' spare no nigga who play
Ain't no love when niggas fake
Ain't no love
Ain't no love, ain't no love
Can't show love when niggas fake
Sellin' drugs, just tryna be great
Sellin' drugs, sellin' drugs, sellin' drugs
It ain't no love when niggas fake
Ain't no love, ain't no love, it ain't no
Ain't no love, ain't no love, it ain't no
Ain't no love, ain't no love, it ain't no
Ain't no love, ain't no love, it ain't no
Posted on front street, now I'm the plug
Steppin' in Ricky, I know I'm goin' far
Wanna got to war, gotta send out a slug
Nigga caught lack, niggas sprayin' up the car
Mind on point, nigga gotta stay geeked
Seventy-five carats and it ain't no compete
Eliantte, got a mill' in receipts
Send out an invoice and sweepin' your street
F*ck all that marketin', I'm on the block
You got your bitch, I treat her like a dog
Said she wan' bite, gotta f*ck on my broad
One of a kind, I'm shittin' on 'em all
Jumped in the 'Rari, I jumped in the jaw
Stand on the gas, ain't on no stallin'
I'm blockin' hoes, I'm doin' the ballin'
I get 'em molded, the carats flawless
Ain't no love, ain't no love, ain't no love
Can't show love when niggas fake
Sellin' drugs, just tryna be great
Sellin' drugs, sellin' drugs, sellin' drugs
It ain't no love when niggas fake
Ain't no love, ain't no love, it ain't no
Ain't no love, ain't no love, it ain't no
Ain't no love, ain't no love, it ain't no
Ain't no love, ain't no love, it ain't no
Eleven carats, that's a Bugatti, I dropped a million in my ear
My bitch f*ckin' on a boss, done made her pussy top tier
Eleven carats, that's a Bugatti, I dropped a million in my ear
My bitch f*ckin' on a boss, done made her pussy top tier
Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Everyday Hustle
I'll sit alone
In my lonely room
Everyday hustle like William
Yeah
Everyday hustle like William
I'm chargin' a chicken just for the verse, yeah
I get in that kitchen, I cook, go to work, I go berserk, yeah
Go out and get it, secure the city, can't sink like the Titanic
Bitch know I'm a Freeband bandit
This paper comin' to me twenty-four hours, I can't go to sleep
I know the power of a dollar, tote fifty rounds at least
Uh, she know I get money, she know (know that shit)
Soon as I up the score
Just like Double O
Stay down with me or let me go
Start the whip, I just lay close
And start me to whip up the floor
She with me, she down like the bros
Holdin' me down like the chosen one
Early in the morning (go)
Late up at night (go)
Just be precise (just be precise)
Got a pack for the flight (got a pack)
All I took was a Nina (all I took)
I show up in Beamer (I showed up in)
Smackin' cougars like Trina (smackin', smackin')
Water flow, Aquafina (water)
Sing to me like Tina (sing to me)
Sippin' dope out the liter
Meditation off the Kush (Kush)
Drinkin' Hi-Tech and Tris'
New baguette, yo, check the 'fits out
Soon as the bitch check the wrist out
You down or you scared? (Scared)
I knew she was just 'bout to say it (just 'bout to say it)
I break her a lil' bread
Don't let that shit go to your head
Huh
Biggest
(Maybach Music)
Goin' broke, niggas in a panic
Sellin' dope, nigga, send a pallet
Young killers, city full of talent
You testified, hate to see it happen
New bitch, never meet the parents
Triple beam, I'ma keep it balanced
Built the 44bunker real deep in Tampa
Got two hundred cars, haters screamin', "Damn it"
Baby mama still the biggest opp
Team of shooters just to keep it locked
Rolls-Royce, you can keep the top
Bag of old money, love to see it rot
Yellow bitch, better keep her pampered
Luther Campbell, I'm the new example
Metro Boomin, time to cue the sample
Niggas movin' bricks, then you can use the Phantom
Black jet, I just flew to Texas
Sippin' Tuss', mama can't accept it
Never seen me on ketamine, but for the real team I'll do anything
And he sell on the cell phone
How you sellin' dope when it smell wrong?
Yeah
Woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fightin' for your life, spin by the hospital
Bare-faced just like I'm Lil Critter
Body snatchers, wig splitters, cap peelers, gravediggers, snake niggas
Ain't nobody safe, nigga
Meet me at the nearest coke spot
Middle of the slums, standin' at the boat dock
Loadin' up the cash, move it in the U-Haul
Went inside my bag, went and took a roof off
Crash dummy, goin' retarded, spendin' cash money
Smashin' in a Demon, still'll smash a European
Gold-diggin' bitches, you can't tell a nigga shit
He just got his first wish, can't tell these lil' niggas shit
Tryna put him on some game, you better put him on a hit
Livin' in the trenches, it's survival of the fittest
Thirty milligrams, niggas rather take the fent'
Niggas got it out the mud, it's codeine when you piss
Drop a brick in the toilet, he ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Drop a brick in the toilet, he ain't talkin' 'bout shit
That shit don't pop in the hood, man
You talkin' about the grimy nigga in the hood?
I don't know what lil', um, supposed to be hood you from
But in the real hood, in America, that shit don't fly
We don't listen to that bullshit, son
In my lonely room
Everyday hustle like William
Yeah
Everyday hustle like William
I'm chargin' a chicken just for the verse, yeah
I get in that kitchen, I cook, go to work, I go berserk, yeah
Go out and get it, secure the city, can't sink like the Titanic
Bitch know I'm a Freeband bandit
This paper comin' to me twenty-four hours, I can't go to sleep
I know the power of a dollar, tote fifty rounds at least
Uh, she know I get money, she know (know that shit)
Soon as I up the score
Just like Double O
Stay down with me or let me go
Start the whip, I just lay close
And start me to whip up the floor
She with me, she down like the bros
Holdin' me down like the chosen one
Early in the morning (go)
Late up at night (go)
Just be precise (just be precise)
Got a pack for the flight (got a pack)
All I took was a Nina (all I took)
I show up in Beamer (I showed up in)
Smackin' cougars like Trina (smackin', smackin')
Water flow, Aquafina (water)
Sing to me like Tina (sing to me)
Sippin' dope out the liter
Meditation off the Kush (Kush)
Drinkin' Hi-Tech and Tris'
New baguette, yo, check the 'fits out
Soon as the bitch check the wrist out
You down or you scared? (Scared)
I knew she was just 'bout to say it (just 'bout to say it)
I break her a lil' bread
Don't let that shit go to your head
Huh
Biggest
(Maybach Music)
Goin' broke, niggas in a panic
Sellin' dope, nigga, send a pallet
Young killers, city full of talent
You testified, hate to see it happen
New bitch, never meet the parents
Triple beam, I'ma keep it balanced
Built the 44bunker real deep in Tampa
Got two hundred cars, haters screamin', "Damn it"
Baby mama still the biggest opp
Team of shooters just to keep it locked
Rolls-Royce, you can keep the top
Bag of old money, love to see it rot
Yellow bitch, better keep her pampered
Luther Campbell, I'm the new example
Metro Boomin, time to cue the sample
Niggas movin' bricks, then you can use the Phantom
Black jet, I just flew to Texas
Sippin' Tuss', mama can't accept it
Never seen me on ketamine, but for the real team I'll do anything
And he sell on the cell phone
How you sellin' dope when it smell wrong?
Yeah
Woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fightin' for your life, spin by the hospital
Bare-faced just like I'm Lil Critter
Body snatchers, wig splitters, cap peelers, gravediggers, snake niggas
Ain't nobody safe, nigga
Meet me at the nearest coke spot
Middle of the slums, standin' at the boat dock
Loadin' up the cash, move it in the U-Haul
Went inside my bag, went and took a roof off
Crash dummy, goin' retarded, spendin' cash money
Smashin' in a Demon, still'll smash a European
Gold-diggin' bitches, you can't tell a nigga shit
He just got his first wish, can't tell these lil' niggas shit
Tryna put him on some game, you better put him on a hit
Livin' in the trenches, it's survival of the fittest
Thirty milligrams, niggas rather take the fent'
Niggas got it out the mud, it's codeine when you piss
Drop a brick in the toilet, he ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Drop a brick in the toilet, he ain't talkin' 'bout shit
That shit don't pop in the hood, man
You talkin' about the grimy nigga in the hood?
I don't know what lil', um, supposed to be hood you from
But in the real hood, in America, that shit don't fly
We don't listen to that bullshit, son
Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn, William Leonard Roberts II
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
GTA
307, two-door coupe
GTA, I got shooters
Turtle shell top, bulletproof
Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it too
Balenciaga and them sticks included
Crash out, crash out, crash
Crash out, crash out, crash
Send a nigga straight up to God
Hold it two hands, it's a carbon (hold it two hands)
Either you trappin' or robbin' (either you trappin')
Why waste your time if you flaugin'? (Why waste your time?)
Stackin' it, uh, rackin' it, uh, all the way up to Jupiter (Jupiter)
Flip it, uh, flip it, flip it, cool
Servin' junkies, I was still in school
Zone 3, Zone 6 niggas don't play fair, they gon' slime you out
Once you join the gang, it ain't no way you can get out
They just jacked the car, they need 'em somethin' to spin out
Layin' inside the bushes tryna get my rent up
Came up on a bird and ever since, I've been up
Re-up on the first and third, stashin' cash in shoe boxes
Go wash your hands, you got 'em dirty, you gon' need a new Glock
Drinkin' on syrup, work, splurge
Adderall, Perc', Xan', X
P90 Ruger, fully loaded TEC
Ho confused, she just too obsessed
Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it too
Balenciaga and them sticks included
Crash out, crash out, crash
Crash out, crash out, crash
Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it too
Balenciaga and them sticks included
Crash out, crash out, crash
Crash out, crash out, crash
Hemi, Trackhawk, Scat Pack, dash
458 Ferrari, drivin' it fast
Trappin' is a hobby, you ain't gotta ask
Turned her to a Barbie, spoilin' her like a brat
Punch sodas, woo, pour my Tus' for me, baby
Puttin' the motor in the truck, then I go crazy
Loaded up on new ice, yeah, load up on new car
Workin' it out of the 'partments, nigga, trappin', servin' hard
Young niggas campin' outside, sleepin' in your yard
Coppin' a bigger house, forty car garage
See what hustlin' get you when you goin' against the odd?
No cappin', I'm taxin', wrappin' up a bale
What kind of ice? That's a chandelier
My earrings lyin' to me when I look in the mirror
Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it too
Balenciaga and them sticks included
Crash out, crash out, crash
Crash out, crash out, crash
Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it too (hold it two hands)
Balenciaga and them sticks included (either you trappin', why waste your time?)
Crash out, crash out, crash
Crash out, crash out, crash
Send a nigga straight up to God
Hold it two hands, it's a carbon
Either you trappin' or robbin'
Why waste your time if you flaugin'?
307, two-door coupe
GTA, I got shooters
GTA, I got shooters
Turtle shell top, bulletproof
Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it too
Balenciaga and them sticks included
Crash out, crash out, crash
Crash out, crash out, crash
Send a nigga straight up to God
Hold it two hands, it's a carbon (hold it two hands)
Either you trappin' or robbin' (either you trappin')
Why waste your time if you flaugin'? (Why waste your time?)
Stackin' it, uh, rackin' it, uh, all the way up to Jupiter (Jupiter)
Flip it, uh, flip it, flip it, cool
Servin' junkies, I was still in school
Zone 3, Zone 6 niggas don't play fair, they gon' slime you out
Once you join the gang, it ain't no way you can get out
They just jacked the car, they need 'em somethin' to spin out
Layin' inside the bushes tryna get my rent up
Came up on a bird and ever since, I've been up
Re-up on the first and third, stashin' cash in shoe boxes
Go wash your hands, you got 'em dirty, you gon' need a new Glock
Drinkin' on syrup, work, splurge
Adderall, Perc', Xan', X
P90 Ruger, fully loaded TEC
Ho confused, she just too obsessed
Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it too
Balenciaga and them sticks included
Crash out, crash out, crash
Crash out, crash out, crash
Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it too
Balenciaga and them sticks included
Crash out, crash out, crash
Crash out, crash out, crash
Hemi, Trackhawk, Scat Pack, dash
458 Ferrari, drivin' it fast
Trappin' is a hobby, you ain't gotta ask
Turned her to a Barbie, spoilin' her like a brat
Punch sodas, woo, pour my Tus' for me, baby
Puttin' the motor in the truck, then I go crazy
Loaded up on new ice, yeah, load up on new car
Workin' it out of the 'partments, nigga, trappin', servin' hard
Young niggas campin' outside, sleepin' in your yard
Coppin' a bigger house, forty car garage
See what hustlin' get you when you goin' against the odd?
No cappin', I'm taxin', wrappin' up a bale
What kind of ice? That's a chandelier
My earrings lyin' to me when I look in the mirror
Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it too
Balenciaga and them sticks included
Crash out, crash out, crash
Crash out, crash out, crash
Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it too (hold it two hands)
Balenciaga and them sticks included (either you trappin', why waste your time?)
Crash out, crash out, crash
Crash out, crash out, crash
Send a nigga straight up to God
Hold it two hands, it's a carbon
Either you trappin' or robbin'
Why waste your time if you flaugin'?
307, two-door coupe
GTA, I got shooters
Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Seen it All
Yeah
We done seen it all
And done it all
We don't trust these niggas
Word, word to my nigga, P
Blow these bitches back out, rockin' these platinum chains
She give it to a thorough nigga, that's my claim to fame
Chanel body suit, when it rain, diamonds galore
Get chauffeured under the stars, you can forget how you was livin' before
She keep it P with a player, so she never at me
I'ma get munyun, got my lawyer, hoes can't attack me
Lil' niggas run you down with a gun like he in a track meet
Sent through a cleanin' crew, they pressin' with that iron (ah)
Look a nigga in the eyes, see if he gon' cross
Coco Number Five, bitch eatin' up a boss
Keep my bitch close, but I keep the goons closer
Dom Pérignon bottle, wasted bubbly on the floor
Came up from the block, sellin' the rawest coke
You might OD off this shit, nigga, it ain't never enough
Richard Mille cost a house, it ain't never enough
Seven hundred bucks on a truck, the seats brazy (ah)
Me and my brothers, we puttin' freaks in rotation
Sometimes they move on, they still can't replace
I'll lose a stone and get it replaced the same day
From trappin' out my granny house to rappin' on the stage
I want it all, I know these streets gon' have to feed me
These hoes sit down, I'm lettin' 'em hit it off the whole key
Got rich in this shit, got a clip hold a fifty
You tryna keep up with me, gon' be O-V (ah)
I cook that white girl uncut, you might OD
Drop thirty-six in a Pyrex, stay lowkey
Put a nigga on suicide watch, they try and play me
Spent a million dollars on the watch, chasin' a big B
Talkin' hip-hop, I'm talkin' 'bout drugs
Live like a shotta, I bring fire to the club
Lookin' up to mobsters as kids, that was us
Teflon Pluto, I'm not the nigga you can touch (ah)
Me and my brothers, we puttin' freaks in rotation
Sometimes they move on, they still can't replace
I'll lose a stone and get it replaced the same day
From trappin' out my granny house to rappin' on the stage
I want it all, I know these streets gon' have to feed me
These hoes sit down, I'm lettin' 'em hit it off the whole key
Got rich in this shit, got a clip hold a fifty
You tryna keep up with me, gon' be O-V (ah)
Me and my brothers, we puttin' freaks in rotation
Sometimes they move on, they still can't replace
I'll lose a stone and get it replaced the same day
From trappin' out my granny house to rappin' on the stage
I want it all, I know these streets gon' have to feed me
These hoes sit down, I'm lettin' 'em hit it off the whole key
Got rich in this shit, got a clip hold a fifty
You tryna keep up with me, gon' be O-V (ah)
That's just my opinion
I don't listen to that bullshit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Like some people think that's hot
Some people actually think that shit is hot
Like, come on, who you gon' listen to, them or P?
Who the veterans? Who the seasoned veterans at this shit
That can tell you what's hot and what's not?
You know what I'm sayin'? That's, there you have it, son
And I ain't on no hater shit, I ain't a hater
Do your thing, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
But personally, your shit is not poppin', son
We done seen it all
And done it all
We don't trust these niggas
Word, word to my nigga, P
Blow these bitches back out, rockin' these platinum chains
She give it to a thorough nigga, that's my claim to fame
Chanel body suit, when it rain, diamonds galore
Get chauffeured under the stars, you can forget how you was livin' before
She keep it P with a player, so she never at me
I'ma get munyun, got my lawyer, hoes can't attack me
Lil' niggas run you down with a gun like he in a track meet
Sent through a cleanin' crew, they pressin' with that iron (ah)
Look a nigga in the eyes, see if he gon' cross
Coco Number Five, bitch eatin' up a boss
Keep my bitch close, but I keep the goons closer
Dom Pérignon bottle, wasted bubbly on the floor
Came up from the block, sellin' the rawest coke
You might OD off this shit, nigga, it ain't never enough
Richard Mille cost a house, it ain't never enough
Seven hundred bucks on a truck, the seats brazy (ah)
Me and my brothers, we puttin' freaks in rotation
Sometimes they move on, they still can't replace
I'll lose a stone and get it replaced the same day
From trappin' out my granny house to rappin' on the stage
I want it all, I know these streets gon' have to feed me
These hoes sit down, I'm lettin' 'em hit it off the whole key
Got rich in this shit, got a clip hold a fifty
You tryna keep up with me, gon' be O-V (ah)
I cook that white girl uncut, you might OD
Drop thirty-six in a Pyrex, stay lowkey
Put a nigga on suicide watch, they try and play me
Spent a million dollars on the watch, chasin' a big B
Talkin' hip-hop, I'm talkin' 'bout drugs
Live like a shotta, I bring fire to the club
Lookin' up to mobsters as kids, that was us
Teflon Pluto, I'm not the nigga you can touch (ah)
Me and my brothers, we puttin' freaks in rotation
Sometimes they move on, they still can't replace
I'll lose a stone and get it replaced the same day
From trappin' out my granny house to rappin' on the stage
I want it all, I know these streets gon' have to feed me
These hoes sit down, I'm lettin' 'em hit it off the whole key
Got rich in this shit, got a clip hold a fifty
You tryna keep up with me, gon' be O-V (ah)
Me and my brothers, we puttin' freaks in rotation
Sometimes they move on, they still can't replace
I'll lose a stone and get it replaced the same day
From trappin' out my granny house to rappin' on the stage
I want it all, I know these streets gon' have to feed me
These hoes sit down, I'm lettin' 'em hit it off the whole key
Got rich in this shit, got a clip hold a fifty
You tryna keep up with me, gon' be O-V (ah)
That's just my opinion
I don't listen to that bullshit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Like some people think that's hot
Some people actually think that shit is hot
Like, come on, who you gon' listen to, them or P?
Who the veterans? Who the seasoned veterans at this shit
That can tell you what's hot and what's not?
You know what I'm sayin'? That's, there you have it, son
And I ain't on no hater shit, I ain't a hater
Do your thing, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
But personally, your shit is not poppin', son
Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
WTFYM
Pluto
Got these diamonds on my teeth, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I got diamonds on my teeth, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I got diamonds on my teeth, yeah
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you (let me explain)
It's so hard gettin' sleep, yeah (let me explain)
When you always gettin' geeked, yeah (send it up)
Moon rocks on my feet, yeah (moon)
Got that Draco on the seat, yeah (boom, boom)
Yeah, yeah
I'm from the bottom, you can get your door knocked
Won't like to talk to cops even in the road block
I put in more work, went and bought a drop top (got that drop top)
New millennium, yeah
Please don't penny-pinch, yeah
I made all the films, yeah
I was born a pimp, yeah (pimp)
I'm goin' off the end
I've been in the gym, yeah
I've been liftin' money, yeah
Metro flippin' money, yeah
Perky, sippin' muddy, yeah
I'm supposed to flood it, yeah
I was over-busted, ah
Bust it down and flood it, ah
Everything was studded, ah
We so star-studded, yeah
I got pinky rings, ah (I got)
Got my ring finger, ah (got my)
Got my fur drippin', ah (got my)
Got my nigga sippin' (my dog)
Diamonds all over me (dog)
Sauce all over me (dog)
Drip all over me (dog)
You can't roll with me
I got your ho with me (got your ho)
You can't roll with me (you can't roll)
Got your ho with me (got your ho, for sure)
Let my bitch try some codeine, she rock new Celine
Made my dog a millionaire, what the f*ck you mean?
She just f*cked a millionaire, what the f*ck you mean?
Bustin' bales down in the bath, what the f*ck you mean?
I went crazy in the trap, what the f*ck you mean?
My lil' brother'll rob you now, what the f*ck you mean?
Drinkin' lean and poppin' tabs, what the f*ck you mean?
Numero uno in the lab, what the f*ck you mean? (I'm the one)
Tie a bandana around my head, they play with 'Tro, they dead (Young Metro)
We so icy on these meds, they so broke and scared
Run my money up instead like I'm on the tread
Put your doggy on a shirt, don't even call the meds
When I'm on a Percocet, I might try Qualitest (try it)
Usually, I be sippin' purple, I'm on pineapple red
All my family call me, "Pluto," don't you never forget (Pluto)
Don't be fabricatin' like I ain't play with the Pyrex
Dropped ten thousand on the ground it still in the wrap (wrap)
I'm a boss, I got the crown, I'm still in the trap (yeah)
Moonwalkin' with the hammer (yeah, yeah)
Plugged in with the scammers (yeah, yeah)
I kill first for Atlanta (yeah)
The cert' first in Atlanta, uh
T-shirts in Atlanta, uh
Thirty-five, you can have 'em (yeah)
Raw coke, you can't have it (can't)
Gotta re-rock, lil' daddy
Let my bitch try some codeine, she rock new Celine
Made my dog a millionaire, what the f*ck you mean?
She just f*cked a millionaire, what the f*ck you mean?
Bustin' bales down in the bath, what the f*ck you mean?
I went crazy in the trap, what the f*ck you mean?
My lil' brother'll rob you now, what the f*ck you mean?
Drinkin' lean and poppin' tabs, what the f*ck you mean?
Numero uno in the lab, what the f*ck you mean? (I'm the one)
The AP goldy with the fish tank face
Off the record, I got my young nigga straight (he good)
Straight promethazine (we good)
Straight hydrocodeine (we good)
Pinky ring clean (uh)
Straight up Billie Jean
Shoutout Screwed Up Clique
My OGs can't forget (can't)
Cuban links on my bitch
Cuban links on my bitch
Hibernatin' with your bitch
Ridin' 'round with the stick
Searching 'round for a lick
A half a brick, that's a split
Know Metro ain't gon' switch
I let the switch hit your bitch
With another yellow bad bitch
They ain't havin' money like this
They ain't havin' cash like this
You got a Rollie, but it ain't this
You got an Audemars, it ain't this
Bought a foreign car for my bitch (skrrt)
Got the yacht, I'm with the shits
Got the trap spot with the bricks (trap)
G taught me how to fry fish (G)
White girl, give her Bill Clint'
I'm Hank Aaron up to bat (yeah)
I'm throwin' slugs for these racks (yeah)
This chopper toured Iraq (yeah)
I went up to Jupiter, flashin' (yeah)
I make it look good when I'm tackin' (yeah)
My chain and my rosy are presents (yeah)
I'm havin' my way with some peasants (yeah)
I told my jeweler, "Baguette it"
Got my bitch a lil' codeine, she rock new Celine
Made my dog a millionaire, what the f*ck you mean?
She just f*cked a millionaire, what the f*ck you mean?
Bustin' bales down in the bath, what the f*ck you mean?
I went crazy in the trap, what the f*ck you mean?
My lil' brother'll rob you now, what the f*ck you mean?
Drinkin' lean and poppin' tabs, what the f*ck you mean?
Numero uno in the lab, what the f*ck you mean?
Tie a bandana around my head, they play with 'Tro, they dead
We so icy on these meds, they so broke and scared
Got these diamonds on my teeth, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I got diamonds on my teeth, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I got diamonds on my teeth, yeah
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you (let me explain)
It's so hard gettin' sleep, yeah (let me explain)
When you always gettin' geeked, yeah (send it up)
Moon rocks on my feet, yeah (moon)
Got that Draco on the seat, yeah (boom, boom)
Yeah, yeah
I'm from the bottom, you can get your door knocked
Won't like to talk to cops even in the road block
I put in more work, went and bought a drop top (got that drop top)
New millennium, yeah
Please don't penny-pinch, yeah
I made all the films, yeah
I was born a pimp, yeah (pimp)
I'm goin' off the end
I've been in the gym, yeah
I've been liftin' money, yeah
Metro flippin' money, yeah
Perky, sippin' muddy, yeah
I'm supposed to flood it, yeah
I was over-busted, ah
Bust it down and flood it, ah
Everything was studded, ah
We so star-studded, yeah
I got pinky rings, ah (I got)
Got my ring finger, ah (got my)
Got my fur drippin', ah (got my)
Got my nigga sippin' (my dog)
Diamonds all over me (dog)
Sauce all over me (dog)
Drip all over me (dog)
You can't roll with me
I got your ho with me (got your ho)
You can't roll with me (you can't roll)
Got your ho with me (got your ho, for sure)
Let my bitch try some codeine, she rock new Celine
Made my dog a millionaire, what the f*ck you mean?
She just f*cked a millionaire, what the f*ck you mean?
Bustin' bales down in the bath, what the f*ck you mean?
I went crazy in the trap, what the f*ck you mean?
My lil' brother'll rob you now, what the f*ck you mean?
Drinkin' lean and poppin' tabs, what the f*ck you mean?
Numero uno in the lab, what the f*ck you mean? (I'm the one)
Tie a bandana around my head, they play with 'Tro, they dead (Young Metro)
We so icy on these meds, they so broke and scared
Run my money up instead like I'm on the tread
Put your doggy on a shirt, don't even call the meds
When I'm on a Percocet, I might try Qualitest (try it)
Usually, I be sippin' purple, I'm on pineapple red
All my family call me, "Pluto," don't you never forget (Pluto)
Don't be fabricatin' like I ain't play with the Pyrex
Dropped ten thousand on the ground it still in the wrap (wrap)
I'm a boss, I got the crown, I'm still in the trap (yeah)
Moonwalkin' with the hammer (yeah, yeah)
Plugged in with the scammers (yeah, yeah)
I kill first for Atlanta (yeah)
The cert' first in Atlanta, uh
T-shirts in Atlanta, uh
Thirty-five, you can have 'em (yeah)
Raw coke, you can't have it (can't)
Gotta re-rock, lil' daddy
Let my bitch try some codeine, she rock new Celine
Made my dog a millionaire, what the f*ck you mean?
She just f*cked a millionaire, what the f*ck you mean?
Bustin' bales down in the bath, what the f*ck you mean?
I went crazy in the trap, what the f*ck you mean?
My lil' brother'll rob you now, what the f*ck you mean?
Drinkin' lean and poppin' tabs, what the f*ck you mean?
Numero uno in the lab, what the f*ck you mean? (I'm the one)
The AP goldy with the fish tank face
Off the record, I got my young nigga straight (he good)
Straight promethazine (we good)
Straight hydrocodeine (we good)
Pinky ring clean (uh)
Straight up Billie Jean
Shoutout Screwed Up Clique
My OGs can't forget (can't)
Cuban links on my bitch
Cuban links on my bitch
Hibernatin' with your bitch
Ridin' 'round with the stick
Searching 'round for a lick
A half a brick, that's a split
Know Metro ain't gon' switch
I let the switch hit your bitch
With another yellow bad bitch
They ain't havin' money like this
They ain't havin' cash like this
You got a Rollie, but it ain't this
You got an Audemars, it ain't this
Bought a foreign car for my bitch (skrrt)
Got the yacht, I'm with the shits
Got the trap spot with the bricks (trap)
G taught me how to fry fish (G)
White girl, give her Bill Clint'
I'm Hank Aaron up to bat (yeah)
I'm throwin' slugs for these racks (yeah)
This chopper toured Iraq (yeah)
I went up to Jupiter, flashin' (yeah)
I make it look good when I'm tackin' (yeah)
My chain and my rosy are presents (yeah)
I'm havin' my way with some peasants (yeah)
I told my jeweler, "Baguette it"
Got my bitch a lil' codeine, she rock new Celine
Made my dog a millionaire, what the f*ck you mean?
She just f*cked a millionaire, what the f*ck you mean?
Bustin' bales down in the bath, what the f*ck you mean?
I went crazy in the trap, what the f*ck you mean?
My lil' brother'll rob you now, what the f*ck you mean?
Drinkin' lean and poppin' tabs, what the f*ck you mean?
Numero uno in the lab, what the f*ck you mean?
Tie a bandana around my head, they play with 'Tro, they dead
We so icy on these meds, they so broke and scared
Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Where My Twin @
Oh-oh
Yeah-yeah
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
Where my twin at? In a courtroom
With his head up, ain't no tissue
Any issue, slang a pistol
At the opposites, smash off in a wide-body kit
Stacked a hundred bucks and it's obvious
Two mil' a show, I can geek a audience
Where the wind at, nigga?
Where the lean at, nigga?
Where the fin at, nigga?
Where my twin at?
In a courtroom, I'm on mushrooms
Renew the contract, that's a process, yeah
We ain't stoppin', we ain't boxed in
Forever locked in (with me, yeah)
Take the Glock, go squeeze, don't you ask me
Gettin' mopped in a foreign while I'm backed in
Few thousand gon' turn up the assassins
Don't you ask me, yeah
I love Mexico, I'ma always keep a decoy
Take this rappin' shit global, still a D-boy, huh
Smell the odor comin' off, it gettin' re-rocked
Niggas tied to the mafia like Reeboks, uh
Bring the lean out, uh, bring the speed out, uh
Bring the keys out, uh, bringin' Bs out, uh, bringin' Cs out, uh
We just tee up, uh, we don't tee out
I can't let a bitch get close to my stash house
I done seen what niggas do to a slime boss
I get to trippin' in Jimmy Choo, I feel fine now
I get to shoot a clip, let a nigga find out
Them people hidin' out, I could feel the vibe out
They swear they know the truth, but still, niggas ride out
I see my hitters on my live, gotta log out
I could've damaged this shit, I couldn't talk about
I'm tryna manage this shit, smoke a whole pound
Had this lil' sandman bitch sign for the penthouse
I done felt abandoned, now I know how to win now
I'ma be her friend now, no matter how it end now
Where my twin at? In a courtroom
With his head up, ain't no tissue
Any issue, slang a pistol
At the opposites, smash off in a wide-body kit
Yeah-yeah
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
Where my twin at? In a courtroom
With his head up, ain't no tissue
Any issue, slang a pistol
At the opposites, smash off in a wide-body kit
Stacked a hundred bucks and it's obvious
Two mil' a show, I can geek a audience
Where the wind at, nigga?
Where the lean at, nigga?
Where the fin at, nigga?
Where my twin at?
In a courtroom, I'm on mushrooms
Renew the contract, that's a process, yeah
We ain't stoppin', we ain't boxed in
Forever locked in (with me, yeah)
Take the Glock, go squeeze, don't you ask me
Gettin' mopped in a foreign while I'm backed in
Few thousand gon' turn up the assassins
Don't you ask me, yeah
I love Mexico, I'ma always keep a decoy
Take this rappin' shit global, still a D-boy, huh
Smell the odor comin' off, it gettin' re-rocked
Niggas tied to the mafia like Reeboks, uh
Bring the lean out, uh, bring the speed out, uh
Bring the keys out, uh, bringin' Bs out, uh, bringin' Cs out, uh
We just tee up, uh, we don't tee out
I can't let a bitch get close to my stash house
I done seen what niggas do to a slime boss
I get to trippin' in Jimmy Choo, I feel fine now
I get to shoot a clip, let a nigga find out
Them people hidin' out, I could feel the vibe out
They swear they know the truth, but still, niggas ride out
I see my hitters on my live, gotta log out
I could've damaged this shit, I couldn't talk about
I'm tryna manage this shit, smoke a whole pound
Had this lil' sandman bitch sign for the penthouse
I done felt abandoned, now I know how to win now
I'ma be her friend now, no matter how it end now
Where my twin at? In a courtroom
With his head up, ain't no tissue
Any issue, slang a pistol
At the opposites, smash off in a wide-body kit
Writer: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
We Don't Trust You is a collaborative studio album by American rapper Future and American record producer Metro Boomin. The album contains guest appearances from the Weeknd, Travis Scott, Playboi Carti, Kendrick Lamar, and Rick Ross. Production was primarily handled by Metro himself, alongside Mike Dean, Oz, Southside, Boi-1da, Honorable C.N.O.T.E., Allen Ritter, Dre Moon, Zaytoven, Doughboy, Lil 88, Wheezy, and G Koop, among others.
We Don't Trust You was supported by three singles: "Type Shit", "Young Metro", and "Like That". The latter debuted and peaked atop the US Billboard Hot 100, giving Future his third number-one single and Metro his first ever.
The album received favorable reviews from critics and was a commercial success, debuting atop the US Billboard 200 with the biggest opening week of 2024 so far.
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FutureWe Don't Trust You was supported by three singles: "Type Shit", "Young Metro", and "Like That". The latter debuted and peaked atop the US Billboard Hot 100, giving Future his third number-one single and Metro his first ever.
The album received favorable reviews from critics and was a commercial success, debuting atop the US Billboard 200 with the biggest opening week of 2024 so far.
Featuring: Metro Boomin
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Metro Boomin, Boi-1da, David x Eli, Mike Dean, Doughboy, Deputy, G Koop, Honorable C.N.O.T.E., Peter Lee Johnson, Lil 88, Dre Moon, Outta Town, Oz, Prince85, Allen Ritter, Southside, Wheezy, Will-a-Fool, Zaytoven
Length: 59:39
Released: March 22nd, 2024
Year: 2024