Lil Yachty - Lil Boat 3 Album Lyrics

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Top Down

Earl on the Beat, Earl on the Beat)

Hm (argh), let that top down (yeah)
For them niggas sayin', "Let that top down" (mmh, mmh)
Yeah, we go top down (we go top)
For them niggas sayin', "Ride it top down" (top)
Yeah, hey (yeah, top)
We goin' top down (top)
For them niggas sayin', "Bring that top down" (top)
I get too much green, like to shop now (that top)
Pull up on the scene (yeah) with that top down (yeah)

Bad Spanish lil' bitch, she give me top now (oh, yeah)
Bringin' out them braids, they gon' flock now, yeah, hey (brrt)
I got rocks now (oh, yeah)
Look at my neck and my ears, I got rocks now (hoo)
Twenty-two thousand on my shoes (yeah, that top)
I got six different types of diamonds on my sock now (oh, yeah)
I got the red light type of beam on my Glock now (yeah)
Fah-fah-fah-fah, I send shots now, yeah (brrt, yeah)

Hm (woo), let that top down (oh, yeah)
For them niggas sayin', "Let that top down" (the top, top)
Yeah, we go top down (top)
For them niggas sayin' (mmh), "Ride it top down" (mmh)
Yeah, hey (oh, yeah)
We go top down (ooh)
For them niggas sayin', "Bring your top down" (yeah)
I get too much green, like to shop, now (oh, wow)
Pull up on the scene (yeah) with that top down (yeah)

She know who I am, she know who I is (she know)
My partner and them so reckless, he do dirty shit (yeah)
My brother and them so slime f*ck a punk bitch (oh, yeah)
Them young niggas on trash duty, do they dump shit (yeah)
It's Big Boat, my street niggas, they run shit (woo, woo, woo, yeah)
Take your top off with the top down then top me (woo, woo, woo, top)
This lil' bitch give tooth tooted off a Roxie (ooh)
My bitch posted up, my brother cap on the back street, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, woo)

Hm (slatt), let that top down (oh, yeah)
For them niggas sayin', "Let that top down" (slatt, hoo, the top, top)
Yeah, we go top down (top)
For them niggas sayin' (mmh), "Ride it top down" (mmh)
Yeah, hey, oh yeah
We go top down (ooh)
For them niggas sayin', "Bring your top down" (yeah, three)
I get too much green, like to shop now (oh, wow, LB three)
Pull up on the scene (yeah), with that top down (yeah)

Three, L-B three
Oh yeah, hey

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Wock in Stock

(Lousy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey (ayy, Mitch)

Bought some Wock, not to drink, just to keep in stock (slatt)
Got a stick way too big, I could kill a fox (grrt)
Hundred thousand dollars cash, spent it in a stock (that cash)
Sixty eights on my ass, two millies in my Glock (you see)
I can't cop no Aston Martin (no), that shit for the broke (no, no)
I got me a new Lamborghini (skrrt), it came with remotes (yes)
My bitch came from overseas, we f*ck and she get choked (she fine)
Outside with the goons and robbers, all white like the pope (ooh, yeah)
For the forty-fifth time, I'm good everywhere (on God)
Big boy Ferrari, drop the top, it's red like February (skrrt)

Ten-carat earrings, a hundred grand, no kizzy (ya dig?)
This bitch geekin' off a school bus, she Miss Frizzie (yeah)
Her best friend took too much boot, she too dizzy (too dizz')
I'm about to put 'em both in a figure-four
Check a nigga out (yeah), I'm that nigga that get shit done (yeah)
Tweetin' on my phone in the bath like Rev Run (yeah, on God)
Concrete boy, that new test ride on Big Pun (my bank)
Got like five different APs, who want one? (Yeah, AP)
It's a fact (yes), I'ma always (yes) get it done (I do)
These niggas my sons and I'm 50 Cent (no love)
Ridin' 'round (yeah) in a Bentley (yeah) and it got me bent (yeah)
This bitch thirsty, she need more water, you folks are Flint (water)

Bought some Wock, not to drink, just to keep in stock
Got a stick way too big, I could kill a fox (grrt)
Hundred thousand dollars cash, spent it in a stock (that cash)
Sixty eights on my ass, two millies in my Glock (you see)
I can't cop no Aston Martin (no), that shit for the broke (no, no)
I got me a new Lamborghini (skrrt), it came with remotes (yes)
My bitch came from overseas, we f*ck and she get choked (she fine)
Outside with the goons and robbers, all white like the pope (ooh, yeah)
For the forty-fifth time, I'm good everywhere (on God)
Big boy Ferrari, drop the top, it's red like February (skrrt)

I'm just tryna f*ck her from the back with no issues
We already know you goin' broke (yes), keep your tissues
Too much f*ckin' money (ooh) I've been making (yes), I won't diss you
Niggas plottin' on me, that's okay 'cause I tote pistols (yeah, brrt)
Niggas count me out, shit, that's okay 'cause I count money
F*ck bein' in yo' top five, my mama's countin' hundreds (on God, Lousy)

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Split / Whole Time

Sippin' the peach soda
The niggas inside, they gon' hide 'til the heat is over (frrp)
Sippin' the peach soda
The niggas inside, they gon' hide 'til the heat is over (frrp)
Sippin' the peach soda
The niggas inside, they gon' hide 'til the heat is over
I'ma rap 'til the beat is over
Two Chanel bags, the same price as my mink sofa
And I move like the king cobra
Slimin' them out, dawg, I didn't have to think it over
(Earl on the beat)
(Frrp)

Sippin' the peach soda
The niggas inside, they gon' hide 'til the heat is over (uh)
I'ma rap 'til the beat is over (uh)
Two Chanel bags, the same price as my mink sofa (go)
And I move like the king cobra (go)
Slimin' them out, dawg, I didn't have to think it over (slatt)
This lil' bitch, I'ma bend her over
After I'm done, call the gang, I'ma send her over (gang)
I'm in tune with the UPS (yeah)
Waitin' on packages, KPreme gon' do the rest
Got some bitches in Budapest
Strapped with them Ks, they walk 'round wearin' bullet vests
(Ooh, frrp)
I need you to do more, but speak less
Youngins gon' open, uh
Youngins gon' open 'em up like some Mucinex (go)
Give me top, baby, keep the sex (go)
My dick get bigger when I see a money check
Used to didn't have a hundred bands (beep)
Now I'm outside with the gang doin' the money dance
I'm in rush hour, roadrunnin' (mmh)
I'm in rush hour, roadrunnin' like Jackie Chan
My big brother was beatin' pans (beat it)
Lil' brother psyched out, he might go shoot your mans (buh, buh, beep)
Sunday through Sunday (Sunday)
I got them bitches comin' on the runway (on the runway)
F*ck with the feng shui (f*ck with)
Break a bitch back like the wood like a sensei
F*ck did that nigga say? (F*ck it)
You wasn't 'round at the gym back at Lindley (beep)
Split

Yeah, uh-huh (told my slime, Earl, hold it)
Yeah (hold that shit down)
Uh-huh (they gon' see it, you gon' see it and now he see it)
(Really held it down)
Uh-huh (feel me?)
Uh-huh (for real), uh-huh, uh-huh
Beep, look (go)

I'm hated that much, I don't give a damn (go)
I used to swipe finesse through the Skype
Through the night, I would eat on the Grand Slam (swipe)
Don't be like me, I'm a millionaire
Still ridin' dirty 'round town like Chamillionaire (don't be like me)
These niggas softer than Build-A-Bear, penthouse
Then make her eat with no silverware (shit)
Ayy (for real, f*ck)
I'm crackin' this bitch like some software (go)
I got her boyfriend on my crosshair
He talkin' down (phew), go the sound
I'm in New York, need a loft here (damn)
Bitch, I'm a motherf*ckin' boss here (damn)
No, ain't no nigga soft here (f*ck 'em)
My niggas down, they came from the town (phew)
They let it off here (slatt)
Audemars Piguet, ice me (ice)
Where I be f*ckin' this Pisces
She wanna beat up a wifey (she was down)
I like the Baguettes, I like the emeralds
Damn, them shits look like a icy (ice)
Different school, check out the IQ
I made more guap than the IT (yeah)

Nah, whole time niggas hold shit down (frrt, frrt, hold it down)
Yeah, whole time niggas never lied
Niggas keep a hundred round (whole time, frrt)
Yeah, home alone, nigga run up on me
Do 'em Macaulay Caulkin (shit, shit, shit, yeah)
Two-fifty for the Bentley coupe
I ain't drive, leave it parking (fif')

Lot of my choices was dumb shit
Gang pull up on the block and they dump shit
My niggas got red on their head
Red on their head on some Trump shit (brrt)
I'm swervin' the 'Burbon down Highland (skrrt)
Swervin' the whip on some drunk shit (swerve)
I'm not a fighter at all
But I stomp his head, wanted him dead (prrt, prrt, prrt)
Won't get a foot in my conscience
These bitches hang 'round for the content (bitch)
It took me way outta context (uh)
My youngin' gon' blow like a Semtex (shit, beep)
Ill everywhere like some GermX (hee)
Just tell my nigga, "His turn next" (God)
Burn that shit down, don't play with me
Bitch, I'ma burn that (burn)
Yeah (burn), lil nigga earn that (brrt)
Don't speak on no shit you don't know about
Before you speak on it go learn that
Shit, shit, yeah (shit)
For real, keepin' this shit for real (beep)
Three in the two like Shaquille (yeah)
I don't even know how to feel

Yeah, nah, whole time niggas hold shit down (frrt, frrt, hold it down)
Yeah, whole time niggas never lied
Niggas keep a hundreds rounds (whole time, frrt)
Yeah, home alone, nigga run up on me
Do 'em Macaulay Caulkin (shit, shit, shit, yeah)
Two-fifty for the Bentley coupe
I ain't drive, leave it parking (fif')

Frrt, frrt (go)
Frrt, frrt
Frrt, frrt

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T.D.

Whoa (ayy, skeet)
Ay (go off), ay (go head)
I'm in this bitch like, ayy, damn
I'm in this bitch like, ayy (damn, whoa nigga)
I'm in this bitch like, ayy (Lil Boat)
I'm in this bitch like, ayy
I'm in his bitch like ayy
(His bitch, ayy, uh)

I'ma need me a minute before I walk in, ayy
I'ma need me a bitch before it turn ten, uh
I'ma need me a front and backend, all cash stacked in
Ridin' around town and I'm downtown
Big boy gat, I don't back down
Take a bitch, yeah, I got a sack now
F*ckin' bad bitches, I'll blow a bitch back now (F*ck)

Whoa (ayy, skeet)
Ay (go off), ay (go head)
I'm in this bitch like, ayy, damn
I'm in this bitch like, ayy (damn, ooh)
I'm in this bitch like, ayy (Lil Boat)
I'm in this bitch like, ayy (go off)
I'm in his bitch like ayy (uh)
(I'm in his bitch)

Back to the bando
I Tokyo Drift like the sample
When shit wasn't sweet and so simple
When it was just churches and candles
We ain't have no Turks and no Caicos (nah)
No fresh pedicure for the sandals (nah)
We learned how to pedal, no handles
Back when we traveled, we trapped and we peddled
Right front of the Santos (uh)
Like who wanna match? I'm runnin' the maps
I run it like laps, they runnin' in last
I might overlap and won't double back 'cause my past is my past
They all from my path and part on my back
She wanted a bag, wanted some Raf
Mines came with a name, hers came with some change
We want the same thing, let's not get offtrack (yeah, uh, uh)
Back up in that bitch skatin' (skatin')
My wrist alone is the Ritz, I'm sayin' (bling)
Super Saiyan blonde, her lacefront on (uh)
Make-up, don't make me wait too long (yeah)
Whippin' rates to that Grey Poupon
I play you food for all
My bitch watch VH1, first sixty days, RuPaul
She been around Tyler way too long

Um, It's young T and he be that boy
I talk death, but I don't like guns
I talk love, but I don't got none
They talk charts, but they don't got one
You got a stage, then it's one-point-one for one hour
Niggas came second to me, they so sour
Had a slow climb, that's why they all doubt 'em
And still came out on top, now that's power (uh)
F*ck they respect, I won't miss a step, I won't intercept
The tip of my tongue, I still got my soul and still got the check like
Bling, bling, bitch, I feel like Juvie
Raw as f*ck, bitch, I feel like sushi
Watch Blank Face and feel like Groovy
Neck lookin' like a thot in labor
But it's goin' up like it's an escalator
Boys goin' down like Titanic sailor
Yachty here and him from Decatur
Flacko freer than a Costco plate of them samples, nigga
I'm ample, huh
When that suit come on, I throw a tantrum
That's Igor, Igor, he a hot potato
Y'all small fries for example, nigga, um
Don't run with the ride-a-long
Nigga, I'm a catalog, I'm a human Adderall
Little ass bitch, nah, you ain't in my category
Unicorn rare, better put a saddle on, nigga
Y'all rappity-rap, y'all critically 'claimed, they gassin' you up
I went to your show and took little nap (trash)
That's why we not in the same bracket of tax
I'm that nigga, bitch

I did it all with the passion, I'm a God in this fashion
Niggas tryna fit in with their arms in my jacket (ugh)
Had to pull myself together like it's all elastic
Got the heart of a dragon, I'm a star, call me Patrick
Heard the bitch was talkin' shit, so I caught him in traffic
I'm the type to walk in your house and shit on your mattress
(Slow down, you're spitting everywhere), ugh
I'm good, you could take it all away (yeah)
I'm God, you follow me 'cause I know the way (God)
I'm in Philly and we all fly (huh)
If we don't got the whip, we do the walk-by (yee)
On your new picture, we archive (uh)
If we cross paths, leave you cross-eyed
Had to slap a bitch, she chose the wrong side (ooh)
Mob ties, bitch, you get hog-tied, shouldn't of chose the wrong side
Mrs. Whack, I love your flow, nobody rhymin' like that
Had to clean out my trunk to put your mom in the back
The cops pulled me over, they don't know your mom in the back
Big Whack makin' niggas take herbal and naps
These hoes can't rap, they need a permanent pack
I ain't f*ckin' with you boys, need the cervical cap
Okay, I'm bored, okay, I'm tired
Sleepy

Yeah, I don't wanna be like nobody else (else)
Lookin' so good, I might ride myself (self)
Realize I gotta hide the wealth (wealth)
Told bro it's okay to be rich and stealth (yee)
Twenty-two, I might go f*ck a MILF (MILF)
My twin sisters both white as milk (milk)
Maybach, inside came soft as silk (silk)
Put a bitch on the molly, now she tilt

This bitch been killed, built like a crushed can
Makin' rap friends more sketch than a white van
Billionaire Boat, more freedom than a white man
F*ckin' on a bitch and she sound like a hype man
Lookin' for a fly nigga, I'm what you type in (go)
Been counted out since I could count (yes)
Got a public and a private account (yes)
For my bank and not my Insta', bitch

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Pardon Me

Pardon me, I been actin' lil' poor
Pardon me, I been still actin' poor
Pardon me, I been actin' lil' poor
Pardon me, I been still actin' poor (EarDrummers)
Pardon me, I been still actin' poor
Pardon me, mix the Act' in the store
Pardon me, I been still actin' poor
Pardon me, sippin' lean at the store (Mike WiLL, Mike WiLL)
Pardon me, I been still actin' poor
Pardon me, sippin' stain at the store
Carbine sittin' on the seat and the floor
Carbine sittin' on the seat and the floor
Barkin', I put that knife on your throat
Torture, I'ma set fire to that ho
Walk in designer, head down to the toe
Name the strip club, I throw it

Hittin' that throat, she a G.O.A.T.
Smashin' that throat, she a G.O.A.T.
Feelin' like an igloo now
Goons ready to hit you now (Boat)

Bring the big F out the house
Let them f*ck niggas know who really get foul
Four hundred thousand right now (right now)
Four hundred thousand on me right now (yeah)
Pull up on the scene, tryna hit it right now
I wrap the Bentley in snow (yeah)
Pull up at the house, she waitin' outside
the lil' bitch is ready to go
Got a Sig Sauer, it's brown like boot
It's still my brother, that nigga the truth, nigga the truth
Twenty-five thousand for eight of my teeth
Three thousand dollars for each every tooth
Gettin' too close, pull back the top
shoot out the roof (brrt), go poof
I'ma start puttin' these bitches on MARTA
I'ma stop puttin' broke hoes on charters
Brother too muddy, he been through too much
If you standin' and talkin', might black out the water
I was twenty years old with six different whips
Perfect good health, but bought ten different scripts (woo)
Dawg, it's cheaper to boot her out
When niggas be flexin', nah, this ain't the same
Promise it's more for my shit plain
Niggas ain't P's, be lookin' like change
Don't you forget who showed you more
Showed you the life and you thought it was strange
Had the driver pick your ass up from LaGrange
In a black Range, I forgot bad hoes could be lame

Pardon me, I been actin' lil' poor (hoo)
Pardon me, I been still actin' poor (hoo)
Pardon me, I been actin' lil' poor (hoo)
Pardon me, I been still actin' poor (woo)
Pardon me, I been still actin' poor
Pardon me, mix the Act' in the store
Pardon me, I been still actin' poor
Pardon me, sippin' lean at the store

Pardon me, I'm 'bout to shit on this beat
Pardon me, I just went crazy on a freak
Pardon me, I cook that bon appétit
Pardon me, I bought Chanel for ten G's
Just for the pills and my syrup and my weed
Pull out that Lam', I got somewhere to be
I'm on that, she like
Hit from the back and go deep and go
I'm on that, she on that
We on that, they on that
Crocodile spillin' all over the burp
Bought her a Birk', could've went bought a vert
Sippin' on syrup got my cup turnin' purp'
Pardon me, I got my side bitch on fleek
Swiped out the AP and bought the Philippe
Baguettes on her ankle, she walk so elite
Flex double C's and she with them big B's
Double my cup, man, I'm gone on that E
VVS cut, she done turned to a freak
Drivin' the Rolls and I came out on a key
Play with that drum like I'm Tommy Lee
Count up that money, I might just OD
I took the opp, ride her free, charge a fee
Me and Lil Yachty done caught us his thottie

Pardon me, I been still actin' poor
Pardon me, sippin' stain at the store
Carbine sittin' on the seat and the floor
Carbine sittin' on the seat and the floor
Barkin', I put that knife on your throat
Torture, I'ma set fire to that ho
Walk in designer, head down to the toe
Name the strip club, I throw it

Hittin' that throat, she a G.O.A.T.
Smashin' that throat, she a G.O.A.T.
Feelin' like an igloo now
Goons ready to hit you now

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Demon Time

Told her, "Don't wait for me", your time is up
better save it please, I just ran up me a eighty piece (ayy)
She on her knees suckin' dick like she pray to me
Doggin' that bitch 'til her face full of Maybelline
In my cup, maybe it's lean, we don't do no green
Left wrist on Billie Jean, Billie Jean, Billie Jean
Draft Day, he poppin', no, Sante ain't stoppin'
He need all his profits, some say that he cocky
I know that he got it, he flew a bitch out from the tropics
Exotic, I'm smokin', Supreme, had to box it
458 'Rari take off like rockets
Wide body kit like Buffie the Body

All-white Maybach, I nicknamed it Scotty 2 hotty (woo)
My Mexican bitch treat me like Liberace (yeah)
I threw twenty thousand on twenty-five strangers
Being raised by QC prepared me for the danger (hey)
My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger
I look up to Mom and Mom only
I ran up a sack in some orange grey Saucony's
My bitches give love, but I'm still feelin' lonely
My heart got a space the same size as a counter
No money can fill it, I'm hot as a skillet (hot)
These rappers two-faced, it's so bad I could peel it
And see they true colors, I cut every finger for all of my bruhs
I'll hop off the plane backwards wrapped in some Louis V covers
Head first in the gutter (yeah)
If it's for the guap, fettucine
Might cop a new truck, cream like alfredo linguini
These new niggas weenies
The year is '06 with my black Bapesta beanie
She rub on my groin like there might be a genie
I can't take a bad dressin' bitch to my mama
I might take the bitch from the hood to Bahamas
Show her 'bout the world, this bitch here ain't even my girl (yeah)

I pass the bitch off, let the homie go handle it (yeah)
Big pointer stones 'round my neck light the room like a candle lit (boom)
Don't get too close, 762's knock off your shoulder, dismantle it
Masked up, no Rip Hamilton (yeah, brrt), you niggas squares like Carlton
I'm in Bel-Air (yeah) posted at Nobu, inside the whip, orange like Goku
Lil' boy, I done told you, I been hit the ho
that's old news, these niggas be cappin', no Pro Tools
Twenty-two, bitch, and I look like a mogul (yeah)
Got more money than your whole family tree (yeah, yeah)
Double that shit, and you still won't reach me (bitch)
You in the nosebleeds, I sit in floor seats
Right where the coach at, but you can't coach me
Draft Day been on that, sound like Kobe
Please name a nigga who really can stop me

Can't no one stop you, you next like the runner-up
Niggas stay flexin', they bitch, I'ma look her up
Hook her up, dick her down, got a new stick
Nine-mil' bullets and thirty rounds, ready to hunt a clown
I been that nigga since, uh, I can't remember
Since when? Wintertime, man, I remember December
Wore a dress, now they tryna slander my gender
My bitch was on set lookin' mighty tender (woo)
So f*ck what they talkin' 'bout, tell 'em to watch they mouth
'Fore I get outta body (yeah), and I knock 'em out
I bought twelve different whips like it's nothin' new
I keep blicks on the hip like they stuck with glue
I drop bombs on a bitch, I'm not DJ Clue (boom)
My niggas bangin' red, it's the way of life (brrt)
We buyin' guns like it's illegal, on the ninth
F*ckin' my Asian, she makin' me jasmine rice (go)
I took a whole lotta slander from f*ck niggas, broke niggas
F*ck all of that, I'm the prototype
Grabbin' the wheel, I don't give a f*ck (skrrt)
Nigga want smoke, I hope that it's up
Aimin' the stick at the square like the game with the duck
Nigga gon' knuck if you buck (Brr)
I got like ten different watches I never wear
My Louis mono, not no Damier (yeah)
Had the penthouse with three different concierge (yeah)
I know all of my haters cannot compare (yeah)

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Black Jesus

(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

Pull out them racks on a nigga, he's so funny
He talk the most shit, but got no money
Tough on the 'Net, but in person, a new Gandhi
Stand on my racks and I'm Mo Bambi
I mean Mo Bamba, and cost a new Honda
I need this with TiTi and with lil' Shonda
I get right, it's on sight for you newcomers
I got two solid fists for you mouth-runners
With the gang out in public, we ho hunters
Kick that bitch out the spot like a team punter
Think it's time I run up me a Bugatti
Got this bitch ridin' dick like a Ducati
Bought an AP plain jane out in Dubai
Actin' out for attention, the new guy
Got another lasso, need a new tie
Know some niggas who stuck turn E5
Know some niggas out West bangin' treetop
Made that bitch give me head 'til her knees pop
Switchin' sides on the gang, tryna ease out
Catch you slippin', we knockin' your teeth out
Tryna come down my block, need to reroute
Tryna say all that shit that you talk 'bout
Know it's cap in your rap, you ain't gotta lie
In LA with Zack B, yeah, a nice guy
In LA with Zack B, yeah, at Papis
I'm in Houston, ho hidin' with Tati
I just had me a smooth little ten piece
Run it up, stick on my back like I'm huntin' up, yeah
If I love my dollars, they gon' run 'em up
Quick to pull up with them 30s tucked

Run up, flatbread, lay low, stackin' tall (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hit his head once, body dropped, rest his soul (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got big guap, big killers, big pieces (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She wan' f*ck the gang, told that bitch to write a thesis (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pull up all white, lookin' like I'm black Jesus (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And my new crib fancy like the Saint Regis (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas sweet as shit, turn 'em to a Reese's Pieces (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Diamonds shinin' so damn bright, give a nigga seizures (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Nothin' make me more happy than backends
I'm straight in, no signal, them racks in
These new niggas' music is trashcan
He can't feed his fans, so they fastin'
He told 'em that's how he go Muslim
That bitch nigga ain't out hustlin'
I said take a sip, why you guzzlin'?
Give me my damn cup back, nigga
I'm too rich to be out here tusslin'
Boy, they just paid a rack for some 'Tussin
Hope you sick, 'cause that's all that it's good for
I wish that my big brother did more
I pray that my lil' sister live long
Paint the 'Rari all yellow like Armstrong
Got a stock with a stick, it's an arm long
Wow, heard they said I went broke, boy, was they wrong
I just cashed in a check, it's a phone number
Bitch, your ass on the porch like the door number
We gon' track your ass down like LoJack
Why they playin' with me? I need more racks
To the money, I'm runnin' up four flat
This shit right here gon' need four plaques

Run up, flatbread, lay low, stackin' tall (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hit his head once, body dropped, rest his soul (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got big guap, big killers, big pieces (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She wan' f*ck the gang, told that bitch to write a thesis (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pull up all white, lookin' like I'm black Jesus (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And my new crib fancy like the Saint Regis (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas sweet as shit, turn 'em to a Reese's Pieces (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Diamonds shinin' so damn bright, give a nigga seizures (yeah, yeah, yeah)

---

From Down Bad

(Earl on the beat)
It's the code
Everybody live by the code, it's the code
Hey (hey), hey (hey), hey (hey), brrt

Run up an M from down bad
Plottin' on hoes I ain't had
Percs in my pocket from laundromat
My bitch get a bag from her old man
Don't judge no one
Don't pull up if you ain't f*ckin' someone
She ridin' dick and her best friend shotgun (boom)
My son an icon, suck me with my ice on
Me and my day-ones too tight, we don't fall out 'bout no one
Run up them racks, shoebox like a GoFund
The rap game sweet as a Cinnabon

Ride with my niggas, they ridin' for sure (for sure)
Your old nigga act like a ho
Tell him my FN turn exes to O's (brrt)
We can just see where it go
My lil' baby get high, ayy
She off two tens, she living like Scotty
Moving her body, now she up at Follies

My Mexican bitch up in Phoenix, she looking like Barkley, ayy
F*ck on that bitch in the whip, the Maybach like an RV (skrrt), mmh
Lil' nigga, you wasn't gang when the gang called me RD
One second (uh)
I'm with them soldiers now (uh)
Running up bags, how? (Uh)
Everyone know me now

Run up an M from down bad (let's go)
Plottin' on hoes I ain't had (yeah)
Percs in my pocket from laundromat (yeah)
My bitch get a bag from her old man (yeah)
Don't judge no one (nah)
Don't pull up if you ain't f*ckin' someone
She ridin' dick and her best friend shotgun (boom)
My son an icon (yeah), suck me with my ice on
Me and my day-ones too tight, we don't fall out 'bout no one
Run up them racks, shoebox like a GoFund (run it up)
The rap game sweet as a Cinnabon

I know they need me
Without me, they square as a TV (facts)
Like me and leave me
I'ma be rich 'til I D-I-E
These niggas act like the CIA
Too calm being broke, must be off the CBD (yeah)
Earrings like DVDs
I do VVs, these niggas do CZs (yeah)
That's why when you see them, you do not see me (go)
Niggas be big Crips, still wanna be me
I'm tryna f*ck, don't take up my evening
I want that top, seasoning
From the four-four, with so
Big Draco gon' blow (boom)

Run up an M from down bad (yeah)
Plottin' on hoes I ain't had
Percs in my pocket from laundromat
My bitch get a bag from her old man
Don't judge no one (no, no)
Don't pull up if you ain't f*ckin' someone
She ridin' dick (yeah), and her best friend shotgun (yeah)
My son an icon (yeah), suck me with my ice on (oh, yeah)
Me and my day-ones too tight, we don't fall out 'bout no one
Run up them racks, shoebox like a GoFund
The rap game sweet as a Cinnabon

---

Love Jones

(Earl on the Beat)
(Lousy) I'm gettin' better and better at this shit, ayy
Need my producer credit too, ayy (go)

My bitch two-tone (two-tone, woo)
And I'm with my dawgs like a chew bone (like a chew bone)
Said I f*ck her for ten minutes, then I get gone (then I get gone), ayy
She want me around 'cause I'm her ringtone (I'm her ringtone), ayy
My bitch get that pack and she send it home (send it home)
Your bitch spend your money and blow up your phone (blow up your phone, bitch)

Ears blinging (ice), teeth chrome (yeah, yeah)
Me and my bitch got understandings, this ain't Love Jones (this ain't Love Jones)
I'm at the top of my building like I'm King Kong (like I'm King Kong)
Why them niggas who hate on me always unknown? (Bitch)
Seventy racks on a chain, I don't even wear it
You a bird, parrot (brrt), I wear all carats (carats)
I look better in real life, baby (facts, facts)
Bitch Hold me down, I'll buy you a Mercedes (skrrt)
Maybe (go)

Oh, oh
Oh, oh (go, f*ck)
Ayy
Ayy

My bitch two-tone (two-tone, go)
And I'm with my dawgs like a chew bone (like a chew bone)
Said I f*ck her for ten minutes, then I get gone (then I get gone), ayy
She want me around 'cause I'm her ringtone (I'm her ringtone), ayy
My bitch get that pack and she send it home (send it home)
Your bitch spend your money and blow up your phone (blow up your phone)
Ears blinging, teeth chrome (VV's)
I don't wear no clusters, these is whole stones
From the back, I f*ck, she love to moan, oh

---

Can't Go

Go
Big bank, stash that
New car matte black
Quarter mill' in backpack (skrrt)
Glock 9, left hip
No, a nigga can't go (brrt, brrt, brrt)

All the Bloods yellin' "Slatt, slatt"
Bad bitch, bring her home
Bend her over, break her back (uh)
Send her on her way with cash (uh-uh)
These days these niggas act similar to hoes (on God, nigga)

Don't make me pull my 9 (9, yeah)
Get back, boy, you's a lil' cat
Let these niggas hang around, should've told they ass scat (go)
Get the dough, get up off your ass and get at it (yeah)
Please don't try it (nah), this shit Chopper City (grrt)
Left hand lookin' like a motherf*ckin' blizzard (ice)
Bitch, I am a wizard (a wizard), used to sip the sizzurp (sip)
Had to let it go, but I miss it dearly (on God)
Roll, smoke a pure leaf (yeah), big B's, diamond teeth

Go
Big bank, stash that
New car matte black
Quarter mill' in backpack (uh-huh)
Glock 9, left hip
No, a nigga can't go (facts, facts)

All the Bloods yellin' "Slatt, slatt"
Bad bitch, bring her home
Bend her over, break her back (uh)
Send her on her way with cash (uh-uh)
These days these niggas act similar to hoes (this a f*ckin' fact, nigga)

That's a motherf*ckin' fact, nigga

---

Oprah's Bank Account

(EarlOnTheBeat)

I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
F*ck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South

Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy
I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah
Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it
I hide in the cave like Osama did
I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District
You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah
Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah
Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you
I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby

If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
F*ck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South

Is they mad that you f*ck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?)
Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt)
Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?)
Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (that's too sad)
Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you)
I want them to know you're my baby boo (my boo)
We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do
Every time we step out, niggas look at you
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)

I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, baby

My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (let's go)
Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (yeah)
She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint
My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (uh)
You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds
My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (chill)
You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (f*ck you)
Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (aw)
Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (yeah)
Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (let's go)
She want me to stay, I ain't stayin'
And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (let's go)
Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account
I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out
Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)

I ain't mad at 'em, baby (let's go)
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (let's go)
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
F*ck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South

I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, baby

---

Range Rover Sport Truck

(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Mh, mh, mh, mh, yeah yeah yeah, mh
Yeah yeah, mh, mh, oh yeah

Range Rover sport truck (beep)
Range Rover sport truck (skrrt, skrrt)
Range Rover sport truck (yeah)
Range Rover sport truck (yeah, yeah)
Range Rover sport truck (let's go)
Range Rover sport truck (go)
Range Rover sport truck (beep)
Range Rover sport truck (beep)
Bentley Bentayga, bitch sipping Jäger (that's a shot)
Big blunt, picket fence for my neighbors

I woke up three p.M. Just to a lot of paper
Yeah, keep them stacks, flip them racks, don't do favors
Yeah, I'm with D, he do guns, not no tasers
Mhm, and I'm pullin' up with hoes, different flavors (yeah, Keed, talk to 'em)
Niggas trippin', we shoot it up like a FADER (grrah, grrah)
Gucci kicks (ooh), the Virgil bag hold my paper (guwop)
She coming out, and in between, I'm coming later (ugh)
Got your hand out, don't say nothin' to me, I don't do favors (slatt)
Eyes wide, ride deep, my world goin' up
Mob deep, fifty feet, where you from? Throw it up
If I ever call up my bloodas, then they pullin' up
Where he from? Talkin' like he gangster, we gon' beat him up
What he talking 'bout? Like we won't run in his house
Big diamonds shining on me all through the house (big diamonds)
Fifty bitches (fifty), fifty rooms, it's going up (f*ck somethin')
Spend a load, get a load, it's all love (slatt), I got a

Range Rover sport truck (beep)
Range Rover sport truck (beep)
Range Rover sport truck (beep)
Range Rover sport truck (I got a)
Range Rover sport truck (beep)
Range Rover sport truck (beep, I got a)
Range Rover sport truck (beep)
Range Rover sport truck (beep)
Bentley Bentayga (Bentley), bitch sipping Jäger (slatt)
Big blunt, picket fence for my neighbors

It's a Rolls-Royce, it's a spaceship (double-R)
It's a PJ, away to Saturn (oh)
I swear my whole life, I've been chosen (whole life)
I swapped my old rides out for a foreign
It's a VVS (S), not a SI (I)
It's a new 'Ghini-'Ghini, let the doors fly (fly)
You lil' boys teeny-weeny, ain't got no pride (pride)
Give that backend to the trap, they need more pies (slatt, Keed, talk to 'em)
Talkin' 'bout trap house, talkin' 'bout egg beater (egg beater)
Talkin' 'bout sippin' syrup (what?), I ain't seen a fever (drank)
This an Aventador (tellin' you), like a crawling creature (roar)
Know you hate it, I know you was a leecher
Red Ferrari, red just like Satan (skrrt)
I'm not sorry, no, I'm not mistaken (hoo)
Beat the kitty up (hoo), leave her body aching (hoo)
Make her eat up while her booty shaking (hoo), in my

Range Rover sport truck (beep)
Range Rover sport truck (beep)
Range Rover sport truck (beep)
Range Rover sport truck (in my)
Range Rover sport truck (beep)
Range Rover sport truck (beep)
Range Rover sport truck (beep)
Range Rover sport truck (beep)
Bentley Bentayga, bitch sipping Jäger (yeah, yeah, slatt)
Big black picket fence for my neighbors

---

Lemon Head

(K. Swisha)

Whole time I knew niggas been fake
Two Chanel bags for my sidepiece
I feel like I'm Gandhi, but that besides me
Snakes on his head, I ain't talkin' Don C
Gave my bitch a hundred racks, told her not to mind me
Me and Draft in that Lam', Concrete's first signee
I'll plead the Fifth if them coppers try me
I'm slime, I'm swift, I'm too damn sneaky
I'm a young hot boy, gold teeth like B.G.
F*ck what them niggas sayin', I know they need me
Backyard too much land, might build a teepee
Tripod hold a stick, pierce you like a CD
My bitch can't get my phone, she know not to ask me
Only Brandon Mitchell, know where the cash be
That's my blooda for life, feel like mama had him
Someone play with her wrong, trust me, I'ma bag him
Mouth platinum, wrist random

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lemon-head shawty give me mouth and it's so exquisite
F*ck her one time, she want her whip pimped, I'm not Xzibit
Talkin' 'bout she want a Birkin, now she talkin' gibberish
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Apple-head bitch give me dome, it's ten out of ten
Think that I won't f*ck on her friends, bitch, go think again
Concrete boy, been outside, bet she let me in

Shouldn't have to say this shit, but who we better than?
Told my bitch to go eat Mediterranean
Finna walk over this beat like a pedestrian (pedestrian)
I just bought a brand-new whip, it is obsidian
This bitch wanna f*ck, I just want mouth, so she upset again
Will I drive the Benz or the Lam'? Well, that depends
Double down on my numbers, I need all my ends
Pussy play with me wrong, go up in his chin
Call my young nigga Beyblade, he can't wait to spin (spin)
I was seventeen years old tryna crack a BIN (yes)
His lil' bitch a lil older, she like juice and gin (oh, yes)
I like juice and Sprite (mhm), so I call her twin

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lemon-head shawty give me mouth and it's so exquisite
F*ck her one time, she want her whip pimped, I'm not Xzibit
Talkin' 'bout she want a Birkin, now she talkin' gibberish
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Apple-head bitch give me dome, it's ten out of ten
Think that I won't f*ck on her friends, bitch, go think again
Concrete boy, been outside, bet she let me in

Oh my, oh wow
Bitch think that I won't f*ck on all her friends
Told that stupid ho think again

---

Don't Forget

(30, you a motherf*cking fool, nigga)

I'm starting to feel like I don't need love, that shit for the damn birds (brrt)
All this arguing get on my damn nerves (on God)
You forgot I put your mama in the suburbs (don't forget)
You forgot I put your wrist on a blizzard (don't forget)
You the reason I be moving like the wizard (true, though)
Oh, so now you selling pussy, you a vendor (oh, wow)
Tell your friends get out my DM 'fore I bend her (yes)
Oh, your brother want a verse? I need a ten first (yes)
Times ten more (yes)
Bitch, we be on and off since I was a sophomore (yes)
Waiting for your move, Dr. Hawthorne
And I started touring (uh-huh)

So you ain't fell in love with my money?
Bitch, I ain't a dummy (uh-huh)
You always seem to leave when it ain't sunny
Back and forth 'bout forty times, you swear you love me
Nah, you need a round of applause, bravo like Johnny
You acting so damn much, you so phony (uh-huh)
I don't need that energy around me
But don't forget who put you on, you was bummy (uh-huh)

Don't you dare forget who had bossed you up (bossed you up)
Had you running 'round in a Bentley truck (big Bs)
Paparazzi, snap, flash, middle fingers up (fingers up)
Baby said I tried to f*ck her then ring her up (ring her up)
Call her up (call her up), bring her here (bring her here)
Bitches be so cap, they are not sincere (not sincere)
I keep forty straps, gotta play it by ear (play it by ear)
Won't fall into your traps, I'm no longer near (near, near)

(Uh-huh) So you ain't fell in love with my money?
Bitch, I ain't a dummy (uh-huh)
You always seem to leave when it ain't sunny
Back and forth 'bout forty times, you swear you love me
Nah, you need a round of applause, bravo like Johnny
You acting so damn much, you so phony (oh)
I don't need that energy around me
But don't forget who put you on, you was bummy (uh-huh)

(30, you a motherf*cking fool, nigga)

---

Up There Music

You is not me, we on different time
Niggas do the most, they be out of line (yeah)
She ride dick like a pony, I ain't Ginuwine
Free my niggas out that cell bangin' five-nine (frrt)
Gave that S6 to my brother 'cause he real slime (yeah)
Keep a cannon on his arm like Metroid Prime (frrt)
And I pop my shit with every single line (yes)
And these hoes gettin' hit, I feel like Barry Bonds (why?)
I think I'm Don Juan (why?), Think I'm Uncle Lou (yes)
I think I'm ninety-five Denzel off that tan boot (beep)

I took three or four bad hoes out to Cancún
I was too blessed, I was the only man on the moon
It get live in the red room
She too high, she took ten shrooms
Baby girl, don't die on me
No, you ain't on earth, but just look me in my eye one time
I wanna just vibe one time
Livin' in the clouds (beep)

Four a.m., late-night, shawty streaking (streak)
Kissing on her thighs got her pussy leaking (leak)
Doing shit right now I won't tell to my deacon (deac')
If she don't f*ck me right now, she gon' see impeachment (peach)
That is not a must
But you can't stay, huh, nigga, trust
I'm that damn boy
Tote a stick everywhere like children with a toy
This ain't no decoy

I took three or four bad hoes out to Cancún
I was too blessed, I was the only man on the moon
It get live in the red room
She too high, she took ten shrooms
Baby girl, don't die on me
No, you ain't on Earth, but just look me in my eye one time
I wanna just vibe one time
Livin' in the clouds

---

Westside

Uh, uh, uh, uh (Buddah blessed this beat)

What the f*ck? (Woo)
Swear we up, why mom still stressin'? (What the f*ck?)
She don't wanna see her son taken away from his blessing (what the f*ck?)
Purple toxic liquid all I been digesting (ew)
Rather lay up with a model then rent a club section (what the f*ck?)
Two straps on me, I'm nervous, I need protection (brrt)
Feel like a teenage white girl, I follow one direction (yeah)
And that is up, my bitch perfect, my C-section (yeah)
Can't f*ck up what she built up, we both agreed (woo)
I made more guap than all my teachers with they degrees (woo)
Can't have no fun in white neighborhoods, they call police (woo)
I just phoned shawty, no English, she from Belize (yes)
You would not believe how she eat dick, she tell me "Please"

Outside on the west side, west side, west side, west side
Bad bitch wanna take a picture, said, "Hold on, baby it's my good side" (hold on)
Honeycombs in the wrist, would've thought the diamonds came from a beehive (uh)
Lil' bro serve Percs went and gotta pay ten like he Eli (woo)
Lil' bro serve Percs went and gotta pay ten like he Eli (woo)
B's all on Boat, had to take a second, thought that he was E5
Goin' big on a bitch, on her boyfriend, had to get the G5 (yeah)
Twenty thou' on the that G5 (woo)
Thirty thousand on that VLive (woo, woo, wee)
Ask your bitch, bet it, we live
Bet she let me take a deep dive

I got the cinematic (yeah), automatic (yeah)
Ar Pistol if it's real static (brrt)
Let 'em have it, my big homie really problematic (yeah)
I'm tryna beat her back out (woo)
These niggas keep it platonic (yeah)
Got rich now she on dick (go)
What the f*ck? Nigga, how ironic (yeah)
Move that bitch to Oklahoma City
Nigga just like Supersonics (okay)
Whip color like a hero comin' (okay)
Beat her throat 'til she wanna vomit (okay)
Gettin' top in the Rolls Royce (skrrt)
Looked up, thought I saw a comet
Cum and bust up all up on her body (yes)
He did it, nigga, he done it (yes)
No Breezy, nigga, we run it
Amen, USA a nigga playpen (go)
Twenty-two, done bought like four Benzes (go)
Mama keepin' up with my expenses (yeah)
Lot of these hoes so pretentious (woo)
Swear they ballin', warmin' up the benches (woo)
Used to be broke, now I got big houses with the gates and fences

Outside on the west side, west side, west side, west side
Bad bitch wanna take a picture, said, "Hold on, baby it's my good side" (hold on)
Honeycombs in the wrist, would've thought the diamonds came from a beehive (uh)
Lil' bro serve Percs went and gotta pay ten like he Eli (woo)
Lil' bro serve Percs went and gotta pay ten like he Eli (woo)
B's all on Boat, had to take a second, thought that he was E5
Goin' big on a bitch, on her boyfriend, had to get the G5 (yeah)
Twenty thou' on the that G5 (woo)
Thirty thousand on that VLive (woo, woo, wee)
Ask your bitch, bet it, we live
Bet she let me take a deep dive

---

Till the Morning

(Dy Krazy)

Von beat his body, they think he Illuminati
I'm talkin' Gucci Gucci 'cause we don't do Huaraches
Can't wife no thotty thotty, man, she want X and molly
And she caught two new bodies, I'm talkin' Thug and Yachty
I told her call me when she horny
Why you put the feds on me?
I cover the tats with Gucci long-sleeves
They got my back forever, broski, yeah

All she do is geek until the mornin'
All she do is geek until the mornin'
She be geekin' 'til the mornin'
All she do is geek until the mornin'
All she do is geek until the mornin'
She be geekin' 'til the mornin'
All she do is geek until the mornin'
She be geekin' 'til the

Yeah, oh, oh (yeah, yeah yeah)
Yeah, oh, oh, oh (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, how'd you got it? How'd you want it? How you get it, baby?
Never stop it, get it poppin' every f*ckin' day
Kawasaki, Maserati, only rockin' Giuseppe Zanotti
You want problems, don't you?
Baby, don't play-play, this your payday
Baby, don't play-play, this your payday
I got swan, not baguettes where my neck lay
Thirty carat VVS's when you're ready
I take care of your body like you RiRi, baby
Play the marriage all night on your TV, baby
R.i.p. Biggie and f*ck the NYPD
Chicago polices, Atlanta, and all PCs (woo)
F*ck the police, and they'll lock you up for decease-'cease (yeah)
It don't matter, I got bitches at the DMV (woo)
Roll with me, flood your neck with rosary (yeah)
Rollin' me like a rolly-polly please, woo

Von beat his body, they think he Illuminati
I'm talkin' Gucci Gucci 'cause we don't do Huaraches
Can't wife no thotty thotty, man, she want X and molly
And she caught two new bodies, I'm talkin' Thug and Yachty
I told her call me when she horny
Why you put the feds on me?
I cover the tats with Gucci long-sleeves
They got my back forever, broski, yeah

All she do is geek until the mornin'
All she do is geek until the mornin'
She be geekin' 'til the mornin'
All she do is geek until the mornin'
All she do is geek until the mornin'
She be geekin' 'til the mornin'
All she do is geek until the mornin'
She be geekin' 'til the (let's go)

Almost there (there), oh, you ready now? (Ready)
I just paint the coupe redder than spaghetti now
F*ck her so good, think about it in her sleep (Ew)
She call me Freddy now (woo), she rock baguetties now
She wanna f*ck the Pendergrass, Teddy loud
She got a thumb in her ass, pull it out (boop)
I might get her higher than a blimp (woo)
She said her last nigga was a shrimp (oh)
None of my business (ay)
Baby girl, let me help you open your business (go)
Baby girl, can I please f*ck on your friendses?
If you say yes, I might buy you a Benzes (go), you a lil' princess (yeah)
She go downtown in 1942
It's her birthday, she gon' shake somethin' (alright)
Bitch try her, she beat her up the worst way (boom)
My lil' gutter bitch, she can't wait to shake somethin' (yeah)

Von beat his body, they think he Illuminati
I'm talkin' Gucci Gucci 'cause we don't do Huaraches
Can't wife no thotty thotty, man, she want X and molly
And she caught two new bodies, I'm talkin' Thug and Yachty
I told her call me when she horny
Why you put the feds on me?
I cover the tats with Gucci long-sleeves
They got my back forever, broski, yeah

All she do is geek until the mornin'
All she do is geek until the mornin'
She be geekin' 'til the mornin'
All she do is geek until the mornin'
All she do is geek until the mornin'
She be geekin' 'til the mornin'
All she do is geek until the mornin'
She be geekin' 'til the

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Whew' Chile

This shit sound like motherf*ckin' Final Fantasy, goddamn
Zelda, some shit like that
Nintendo 64 type shit, no cap, ha
Go

I don't wanna be friends, that's the old me (uh-uh), ayy
Diamonds in my ears like anchovies (ice)
My big brother by my side like Ginobli (uh-uh, boom)
He a shooter, his percentage just like Kobe (uh-uh, perfect)
Whew, child (uh-uh)
She was suckin' my dick like wow (uh-uh)
Bein' broke never was in style (uh-uh)
Lil' boy, go get your ass a job right now (uh-uh)

Uh-uh
Niggas tryna stop my grind
Sixty racks into number nine's (number nine's)
And I renegade y'all like Columbine (Columbine)
I be paranoid, move wisely (oh)
Now my brothers got my back like Isley (oh)
Just like ice box, got my brother's new ice piece (oh, whoa)
Now hundred horses in that whip, it's like lightnin' (skrrt)
Ooh, so enticing (oh no)
Got that bitch up on her knees like the dice game
Got the money in a chokehold, no fightin' (no fightin')
Diamonds bitin', I know these niggas hidin'

I don't wanna be friends, that's the old me (uh-uh), ayy
Diamonds in my ears like anchovies (ice)
My big brother better by my side like Ginobli (uh-uh, boom)
He a shooter, his percentage just like Kobe (uh-uh, perfect)
Whew, child (uh-uh)
She was suckin' my dick like wow (uh-uh)
Bein' broke never was in style (uh-uh)
Lil' boy, go get your ass a job right now (uh-uh)

It's automatic (auto), transcending (tran')
My bitch know that I am back bendin' (Bend)
Rack spendin', Bentley slingin' (slingin')
Often totin', quick to cause commotion (commotion)
Rob from my brother like the last time
Play with me, he flashin' red like a stop sign (frrp)
F*ck a bad bitch, don't care her skin tone like I'm colorblind (frrp)
Don't make 'em suffer, bro, spare that lil' boy, he ain't know

I don't wanna be friends, that's the old me (uh-uh), ayy
Diamonds in my ears like anchovies (ice)
My big brother better by my side like Ginobli (uh-uh, boom)
He a shooter, his percentage just like Kobe (uh-uh, perfect)
Whew, child (uh-uh)
She was suckin' my dick like wow (uh-uh)
Bein' broke never was in style (uh-uh)
Lil' boy, go get your ass a job right now (uh-uh)

Uh-uh, whew, child (uh-uh), whew, child (uh-uh)
Whew, child (uh-uh), number nine, whew, whew, child (uh-huh)
Don't go (uh-uh), whew, child, whew, child (uh-uh)
Whew, child (uh-uh), whew, whew, child
Whew, child (Let me be), I'm not your friend, don't call me so (uh-uh, whew, child)
Whew, child (uh-uh), oh, no, whew, whew child (uh-uh)
Child (uh-uh), whew, child (uh-uh)
Whew, child (uh-uh)

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Concrete Boys

(30, you a motherf*ckin' fool, nigga)

Back against the wall, concrete boys up, uh
I enter the void, I be goin' up
I shamed myself tryna f*ck that bitch
Real estate, both houses on my wrist, yeah
Criss-cross my rim, Chrome Heart on my pants
Ten carat my earrings, them uncut gems
Jim Carrey that mask, it go up then
If didn't go up, then it's stuck then (slatt)

Oh, let me be
(I'm a little busy nigga)
Trust me with the scope, it help me see (help you see)
If she ain't f*ck bro then she f*ck me (that's a fact)
If she ain't f*ck me then she f*ck bros (on my mom)
I just woke up, dreamin' 'bout the Rolls (oh my God)
Can't have niggas 'round me who don't stand on toes (hell nah)
Barely ever do I think about my foes
How much longer will I live? Only God knows

Back against the wall, concrete boys up (yeah)
I enter the void, I be goin' up (woo)
I shamed myself tryna f*ck that bitch
Real estate, both houses on my wrist, yeah
Criss-cross my rim, Chrome Heart on my pants
Ten carat my earrings, them uncut gems (whew)
Jim Carrey that mask, it go up then (ayy)
If didn't go up, then it's stuck then (up)

(Mwah) Real, real, real, real
I just f*cked up on a bitch from Puerto Rico (mwah)
Put that bitch on ice, yeah, play that Mac DeMarco
Had to babysit her, she was off a narco
And I'm by my dolo just like Donnie Darko (mwah)
Splurgin' on that kitty cat, I'm such a sicko (yeah)
Double-c, my bookbag hold a little pistol
Get them birdies out that nest 'fore I call up Mitchell

Back against the wall, concrete boys up (yeah)
I enter the void, I be goin' up (woo)
I shamed myself tryna f*ck that bitch
Real estate, both houses on my wrist, yeah
Criss-cross my rim, Chrome Heart on my pants
Ten carat my earrings, them uncut gems (whew)
Jim Carrey that mask, it go up then (ayy)
If didn't go up, then it's stuck then (up)

These bitches for everyone
Can't give the game to everyone, no
I can't lose myself tryna save them
I done took so many L's, I ain't goin' back