Lil Mosey - Certified Hitmaker Lyrics
So Fast
Mmh, mmh
Ayy Royce, you did it right here!
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped (Getting so slapped)
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Lil' bitch!)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that (Tryna get that)
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be smoking boof pack,.30 on me, two-sack
I just rock some bands, and she want me so bad
Look at all of them, they noticed
When you front the cash, they think that they can do this
Yeah my bands flew out, then I smoked this
You ain't never seen money, yeah I noticed
This fly I just mixed, feel like a space man, yeah
Twenty racks, up in the spaceship
What you on, lil baby, what you on?
Thirty on my wrist and that shit will last a hunnid
We can make it two, cause baby I am not one
And you a model looking better than everyone, yeah
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped (Getting so slapped)
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Lil' bitch!)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that (Tryna get that)
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Taking off like a rocket bitch, I got six bands in my pocket
Yuh niggas, here, take a niggas watches
Fake nigga's diamonds, gotta put them on the watches
I still bounced out, with the chopstick, uh
My brother Taz said, "Watch this", then he popped him
We was living on the streets, so how could I stop him?
Now, we living how we dreamed but he cannot watch this
So I told him over seas, I'm finna rock it
What you on, lil baby, what you on?
Thirty on my wrist and that shit will last a hunnid
We can make it two, cause baby I am not one
And you a model looking better than everyone, yeah
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Writer: Elgin Lumpkin, Moses Lathan-Stanley Echols, Royce David Pearson, Troy Oliver
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Live This Wild
Mmh, mmh
Ayy Royce, you did it right here!
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped (Getting so slapped)
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Lil' bitch!)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that (Tryna get that)
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be smoking boof pack,.30 on me, two-sack
I just rock some bands, and she want me so bad
Look at all of them, they noticed
When you front the cash, they think that they can do this
Yeah my bands flew out, then I smoked this
You ain't never seen money, yeah I noticed
This fly I just mixed, feel like a space man, yeah
Twenty racks, up in the spaceship
What you on, lil baby, what you on?
Thirty on my wrist and that shit will last a hunnid
We can make it two, cause baby I am not one
And you a model looking better than everyone, yeah
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped (Getting so slapped)
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Lil' bitch!)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that (Tryna get that)
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Taking off like a rocket bitch, I got six bands in my pocket
Yuh niggas, here, take a niggas watches
Fake nigga's diamonds, gotta put them on the watches
I still bounced out, with the chopstick, uh
My brother Taz said, "Watch this", then he popped him
We was living on the streets, so how could I stop him?
Now, we living how we dreamed but he cannot watch this
So I told him over seas, I'm finna rock it
What you on, lil baby, what you on?
Thirty on my wrist and that shit will last a hunnid
We can make it two, cause baby I am not one
And you a model looking better than everyone, yeah
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Speed Racing/racks to the safe
Mmh, mmh
Ayy Royce, you did it right here!
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped (Getting so slapped)
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Lil' bitch!)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that (Tryna get that)
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be smoking boof pack,.30 on me, two-sack
I just rock some bands, and she want me so bad
Look at all of them, they noticed
When you front the cash, they think that they can do this
Yeah my bands flew out, then I smoked this
You ain't never seen money, yeah I noticed
This fly I just mixed, feel like a space man, yeah
Twenty racks, up in the spaceship
What you on, lil baby, what you on?
Thirty on my wrist and that shit will last a hunnid
We can make it two, cause baby I am not one
And you a model looking better than everyone, yeah
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped (Getting so slapped)
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Lil' bitch!)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that (Tryna get that)
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Taking off like a rocket bitch, I got six bands in my pocket
Yuh niggas, here, take a niggas watches
Fake nigga's diamonds, gotta put them on the watches
I still bounced out, with the chopstick, uh
My brother Taz said, "Watch this", then he popped him
We was living on the streets, so how could I stop him?
Now, we living how we dreamed but he cannot watch this
So I told him over seas, I'm finna rock it
What you on, lil baby, what you on?
Thirty on my wrist and that shit will last a hunnid
We can make it two, cause baby I am not one
And you a model looking better than everyone, yeah
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Rockstars
Mmh, mmh
Ayy Royce, you did it right here!
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped (Getting so slapped)
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Lil' bitch!)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that (Tryna get that)
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be smoking boof pack,.30 on me, two-sack
I just rock some bands, and she want me so bad
Look at all of them, they noticed
When you front the cash, they think that they can do this
Yeah my bands flew out, then I smoked this
You ain't never seen money, yeah I noticed
This fly I just mixed, feel like a space man, yeah
Twenty racks, up in the spaceship
What you on, lil baby, what you on?
Thirty on my wrist and that shit will last a hunnid
We can make it two, cause baby I am not one
And you a model looking better than everyone, yeah
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped (Getting so slapped)
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Lil' bitch!)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that (Tryna get that)
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Taking off like a rocket bitch, I got six bands in my pocket
Yuh niggas, here, take a niggas watches
Fake nigga's diamonds, gotta put them on the watches
I still bounced out, with the chopstick, uh
My brother Taz said, "Watch this", then he popped him
We was living on the streets, so how could I stop him?
Now, we living how we dreamed but he cannot watch this
So I told him over seas, I'm finna rock it
What you on, lil baby, what you on?
Thirty on my wrist and that shit will last a hunnid
We can make it two, cause baby I am not one
And you a model looking better than everyone, yeah
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Writer: Aabdirahman Osman, Moses Lathan-Stanley Echols, Quinton Sung, Royce David Pearson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Stuck In A Dream
Oh-oh
Ayy Royce, you did it right here
Still poppin' Xans, 2019
Pour up the lean, got me stuck in a dream
Started hittin' licks back in 2014
I got the ice on me, dripping Céline
Flawless came in off a hun'
Me and my niggas still drippin' for fun
Been knew I was the one
Still got niggas on the run, yeah
I got these diamonds, my chain swing
I got these bands, ain't shit changed
Talkin' like you want that smoke (smoke)
We want the same thing (brrt)
I got a brand new chain (chain)
Then I wear ten on my neck, mhm
Then I got a new Patek, yeah
Fly in that bitch with a Tech
Six on a new fit, fifty for a drop top
I was off a bean, the Tech made me Wock' talk
Never been a lame, ain't shit to make her top drop
Smokin' on gas, ooh, I lift off
Last year was broke, this year flooded a Patek
I keep forty racks in my Seattle attic
I hit her two times, then you niggas can have it
My young niggas pull up and shoot like the Magic
Still poppin' Xans, 2019
Pour up the lean, got me stuck in a dream
Started hittin' licks back in 2014
I got the ice on me, dripping Céline
Flawless came in off a hun'
Me and my niggas still drippin' for fun
Been knew I was the one
Still got niggas on the run, yeah
I made it out of the hood (hood)
I still got some dawgs on the run, yeah
This shit comin' in by the ton (ton)
I started this rap shit for fun, yeah
Last weekend I was in Milan (Milan)
You niggas ain't did what I done, yeah
We f*ck and then rise to that sun (the sun)
My girl got a bag full of buns, yeah
Hit it, I speed up the Porsche (skrt)
911, it's a sport (sport)
They pay to listen to my voice (voice)
Rich or poor, gotta make you a choice (choice)
I could play with your heart, make her moist (yeah)
Told her "Call me," she don't need a toy (call)
I'm a saucy young nigga, no soy (soy)
And they know not to play with the boy, yeah
Still poppin' Xans, 2019
Pour up the lean, got me stuck in a dream
Started hittin' licks back in 2014
I got the ice on me, dripping Céline
Flawless came in off a hun'
Me and my niggas still drippin' for fun
Been knew I was the one
Still got niggas on the run, yeah
Ayy Royce, you did it right here
Writer: Lathan Echols, Royce Pearson, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Rose Gold
Mmh, mmh
Ayy Royce, you did it right here!
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped (Getting so slapped)
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Lil' bitch!)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that (Tryna get that)
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be smoking boof pack,.30 on me, two-sack
I just rock some bands, and she want me so bad
Look at all of them, they noticed
When you front the cash, they think that they can do this
Yeah my bands flew out, then I smoked this
You ain't never seen money, yeah I noticed
This fly I just mixed, feel like a space man, yeah
Twenty racks, up in the spaceship
What you on, lil baby, what you on?
Thirty on my wrist and that shit will last a hunnid
We can make it two, cause baby I am not one
And you a model looking better than everyone, yeah
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped (Getting so slapped)
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Lil' bitch!)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that (Tryna get that)
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Taking off like a rocket bitch, I got six bands in my pocket
Yuh niggas, here, take a niggas watches
Fake nigga's diamonds, gotta put them on the watches
I still bounced out, with the chopstick, uh
My brother Taz said, "Watch this", then he popped him
We was living on the streets, so how could I stop him?
Now, we living how we dreamed but he cannot watch this
So I told him over seas, I'm finna rock it
What you on, lil baby, what you on?
Thirty on my wrist and that shit will last a hunnid
We can make it two, cause baby I am not one
And you a model looking better than everyone, yeah
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Writer: Dylan Cleary-Krell, Moses Lathan-Stanley Echols, Royce David Pearson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Dreamin
Mmh, mmh
Ayy Royce, you did it right here!
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped (Getting so slapped)
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Lil' bitch!)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that (Tryna get that)
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be smoking boof pack,.30 on me, two-sack
I just rock some bands, and she want me so bad
Look at all of them, they noticed
When you front the cash, they think that they can do this
Yeah my bands flew out, then I smoked this
You ain't never seen money, yeah I noticed
This fly I just mixed, feel like a space man, yeah
Twenty racks, up in the spaceship
What you on, lil baby, what you on?
Thirty on my wrist and that shit will last a hunnid
We can make it two, cause baby I am not one
And you a model looking better than everyone, yeah
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped (Getting so slapped)
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Lil' bitch!)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that (Tryna get that)
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Taking off like a rocket bitch, I got six bands in my pocket
Yuh niggas, here, take a niggas watches
Fake nigga's diamonds, gotta put them on the watches
I still bounced out, with the chopstick, uh
My brother Taz said, "Watch this", then he popped him
We was living on the streets, so how could I stop him?
Now, we living how we dreamed but he cannot watch this
So I told him over seas, I'm finna rock it
What you on, lil baby, what you on?
Thirty on my wrist and that shit will last a hunnid
We can make it two, cause baby I am not one
And you a model looking better than everyone, yeah
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Writer: Brandon Green, Deandre Way, Moses Lathan-Stanley Echols, Royce David Pearson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bankroll
Mmh, mmh
Ayy Royce, you did it right here!
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped (Getting so slapped)
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Lil' bitch!)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that (Tryna get that)
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be smoking boof pack,.30 on me, two-sack
I just rock some bands, and she want me so bad
Look at all of them, they noticed
When you front the cash, they think that they can do this
Yeah my bands flew out, then I smoked this
You ain't never seen money, yeah I noticed
This fly I just mixed, feel like a space man, yeah
Twenty racks, up in the spaceship
What you on, lil baby, what you on?
Thirty on my wrist and that shit will last a hunnid
We can make it two, cause baby I am not one
And you a model looking better than everyone, yeah
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped (Getting so slapped)
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Lil' bitch!)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that (Tryna get that)
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Taking off like a rocket bitch, I got six bands in my pocket
Yuh niggas, here, take a niggas watches
Fake nigga's diamonds, gotta put them on the watches
I still bounced out, with the chopstick, uh
My brother Taz said, "Watch this", then he popped him
We was living on the streets, so how could I stop him?
Now, we living how we dreamed but he cannot watch this
So I told him over seas, I'm finna rock it
What you on, lil baby, what you on?
Thirty on my wrist and that shit will last a hunnid
We can make it two, cause baby I am not one
And you a model looking better than everyone, yeah
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Writer: Che Grant, Lathan Echols, Royce David
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
See My Baby
Mmh, mmh
Ayy Royce, you did it right here!
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped (Getting so slapped)
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Lil' bitch!)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that (Tryna get that)
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be smoking boof pack,.30 on me, two-sack
I just rock some bands, and she want me so bad
Look at all of them, they noticed
When you front the cash, they think that they can do this
Yeah my bands flew out, then I smoked this
You ain't never seen money, yeah I noticed
This fly I just mixed, feel like a space man, yeah
Twenty racks, up in the spaceship
What you on, lil baby, what you on?
Thirty on my wrist and that shit will last a hunnid
We can make it two, cause baby I am not one
And you a model looking better than everyone, yeah
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped (Getting so slapped)
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Lil' bitch!)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that (Tryna get that)
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Taking off like a rocket bitch, I got six bands in my pocket
Yuh niggas, here, take a niggas watches
Fake nigga's diamonds, gotta put them on the watches
I still bounced out, with the chopstick, uh
My brother Taz said, "Watch this", then he popped him
We was living on the streets, so how could I stop him?
Now, we living how we dreamed but he cannot watch this
So I told him over seas, I'm finna rock it
What you on, lil baby, what you on?
Thirty on my wrist and that shit will last a hunnid
We can make it two, cause baby I am not one
And you a model looking better than everyone, yeah
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Writer: Daniel Hackett, Moses Lathan-Stanley Echols, Royce David Pearson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Jet to the West
Mmh, mmh
Ayy Royce, you did it right here!
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped (Getting so slapped)
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Lil' bitch!)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that (Tryna get that)
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be smoking boof pack,.30 on me, two-sack
I just rock some bands, and she want me so bad
Look at all of them, they noticed
When you front the cash, they think that they can do this
Yeah my bands flew out, then I smoked this
You ain't never seen money, yeah I noticed
This fly I just mixed, feel like a space man, yeah
Twenty racks, up in the spaceship
What you on, lil baby, what you on?
Thirty on my wrist and that shit will last a hunnid
We can make it two, cause baby I am not one
And you a model looking better than everyone, yeah
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped (Getting so slapped)
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Lil' bitch!)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that (Tryna get that)
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Taking off like a rocket bitch, I got six bands in my pocket
Yuh niggas, here, take a niggas watches
Fake nigga's diamonds, gotta put them on the watches
I still bounced out, with the chopstick, uh
My brother Taz said, "Watch this", then he popped him
We was living on the streets, so how could I stop him?
Now, we living how we dreamed but he cannot watch this
So I told him over seas, I'm finna rock it
What you on, lil baby, what you on?
Thirty on my wrist and that shit will last a hunnid
We can make it two, cause baby I am not one
And you a model looking better than everyone, yeah
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Writer: Moses Lathan-Stanley Echols, Royce David Pearson, Vid Vucenovic
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Space Coupe
Mmh, mmh
Ayy Royce, you did it right here!
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped (Getting so slapped)
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Lil' bitch!)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that (Tryna get that)
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be smoking boof pack,.30 on me, two-sack
I just rock some bands, and she want me so bad
Look at all of them, they noticed
When you front the cash, they think that they can do this
Yeah my bands flew out, then I smoked this
You ain't never seen money, yeah I noticed
This fly I just mixed, feel like a space man, yeah
Twenty racks, up in the spaceship
What you on, lil baby, what you on?
Thirty on my wrist and that shit will last a hunnid
We can make it two, cause baby I am not one
And you a model looking better than everyone, yeah
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped (Getting so slapped)
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Lil' bitch!)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that (Tryna get that)
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Taking off like a rocket bitch, I got six bands in my pocket
Yuh niggas, here, take a niggas watches
Fake nigga's diamonds, gotta put them on the watches
I still bounced out, with the chopstick, uh
My brother Taz said, "Watch this", then he popped him
We was living on the streets, so how could I stop him?
Now, we living how we dreamed but he cannot watch this
So I told him over seas, I'm finna rock it
What you on, lil baby, what you on?
Thirty on my wrist and that shit will last a hunnid
We can make it two, cause baby I am not one
And you a model looking better than everyone, yeah
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
G Walk
Ayy Royce, you did it right here
Ran in that bitch wit' the Tec, uh-huh
Diamonds they drip from my neck, uh-huh
Hate me because I'm up next, uh-huh
Watch the G-Walk when I step, uh huh
Hop in the coupe goin' crazy (skrrt, skrrt)
Lil baby, she wan' have my baby (wan' my baby)
She see me whip a Mercedes (Mercedes)
I count these bands on the daily (on the daily)
Run up in your crib, three deep, when you not home (when you not home)
Ran that bitch for the cheese, nigga, like it's Provolone (where the cheese?)
And I got a stick make you freeze, nigga, Frozone (bop, bop)
Bandkids been the f*cking movement, now we all on (the f*ckin' movement)
Last year, I was dead broke, on some stain shit (on some stain shit)
New bitches switching up, they be on that same shit (lil' bitch)
Ain't talking money, then you don't speak my language
And free my brother GTAZRECKGLESS, nigga out them cages (ah!)
Ran in that bitch wit' the Tec, uh-huh (woo!)
Diamonds they drip from my neck, uh-huh (bop!)
Hate me because I'm up next, uh-huh (oh-oh-oh)
Watch the G-Walk when I step, uh huh
Hop in the coupe goin' crazy (skrrt, skrrt)
Lil baby, she wan' have my baby (wan' my baby)
She see me whip a Mercedes (Mercedes)
I count these bands on the daily (on the daily)
I told my young nigga get it, tell the haters pipe down
I'm tryna f*ck a hundred bitches in the hotel right now
My niggas came with the drums, we don't mean percussion
It go ba-dum-bum-bum-bum, ain't no repercussions
I get dollars, and dollars, no refunds
I got bad bitches asking for threesomes
I tell 'em giddy up (huh), you know they came to have fun
And they ain't about nothin' unless my niggas get some
Had her going up and down like a see-saw
Hit it like I'm Swae Lee, bitch, I'm T'd off
A hunnid shots, bulletproof like I'm Young Dolph
Shotgun sawed off, pro-pro-problem solved, oh yeah
Ran in that bitch wit' the Tec, uh-huh (woo!)
Diamonds they drip from my neck, uh-huh (bop!)
Hate me because I'm up next, uh-huh (oh-oh-oh)
Watch the G-Walk when I step, uh huh
Hop in the coupe goin' crazy (skrrt, skrrt)
Your baby, she wan' have my baby (wan' my baby)
She see me whip a Mercedes (Mercedes)
I count these bands on the daily (on the daily)
Wit' that Tec, uh-huh
Drip from my neck, uh-huh
W-w-wit' that Tec, uh-huh
Drip from my neck, uh-huh
Writer: Christopher Maurice Brown, Lathan Echols, Royce David Pearson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Never Scared
Mmh, mmh
Ayy Royce, you did it right here!
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped (Getting so slapped)
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Lil' bitch!)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that (Tryna get that)
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be smoking boof pack,.30 on me, two-sack
I just rock some bands, and she want me so bad
Look at all of them, they noticed
When you front the cash, they think that they can do this
Yeah my bands flew out, then I smoked this
You ain't never seen money, yeah I noticed
This fly I just mixed, feel like a space man, yeah
Twenty racks, up in the spaceship
What you on, lil baby, what you on?
Thirty on my wrist and that shit will last a hunnid
We can make it two, cause baby I am not one
And you a model looking better than everyone, yeah
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped (Getting so slapped)
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Lil' bitch!)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that (Tryna get that)
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Taking off like a rocket bitch, I got six bands in my pocket
Yuh niggas, here, take a niggas watches
Fake nigga's diamonds, gotta put them on the watches
I still bounced out, with the chopstick, uh
My brother Taz said, "Watch this", then he popped him
We was living on the streets, so how could I stop him?
Now, we living how we dreamed but he cannot watch this
So I told him over seas, I'm finna rock it
What you on, lil baby, what you on?
Thirty on my wrist and that shit will last a hunnid
We can make it two, cause baby I am not one
And you a model looking better than everyone, yeah
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Mmh, I be in the real one going so fast
Mmh, poured out the 8, I'm getting so slapped
Mmh, pass it to my bro he gon' smack that (Smacked that)
Whippin' on the road, we tryin' get that
Writer: Lathan Moses Echols, Michael Lamar II White, Royce David Pearson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC