"Action news coming to you live in Memphis
As we witnessed another double homicide
This marks a new record high compared to two years ago"
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh, woah, woah
Ooh-ooh, woah, woah, yeah
"Another crime filled weekend in Memphis (ooh, woah-oh, yeah)
Leaves countless dead, many injured, and several suspects arrested"
All my niggas gangstas
All my niggas gangstas, man
Can you feel the gangstas?
Can you feel a gangstas pain?
"A suspect fled the scene
And police found a victim on the scene in critical condition
He was transported to the hospital where he is not expected to survive"
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh, woah, woah
Ooh-ooh, woah
Ooh, woah-oh, yeah
Ooh, woah-oh, yeah
All my niggas gangstas
All my niggas gangstas, man
Can you feel the gangstas?
Can you feel a gangstas pain?
Moneybagg Yo - A Gangsta’s Pain Album Lyrics
Moneybagg Yo - A Gangsta’s Pain Lyrics
Writer: DeMario White, D'Kyla Woolen
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., Songtrust Ave
Just Say Det
(Young Swirv)
My hands so dirty from countin' this cash
I need to sanitize it (I need to clean it)
I came and f*cked the rap game up
They say I vandalized it (some' like graffiti)
I had to show a nigga last night (how?)
Still got some gun powder on me (right now)
Still got some Actavis on me (right now)
Still got some packages on me
Give me some Za, Percs, drank (wow)
Lambo Starburst paint (wow)
Say they don't f*ck with me that's 'cause they can't (nah)
And I'm not actin' like nothin' I ain't (nah)
She let me smash 'fore she had my number
Top-notch bitches on my bumper
I'm on their pocket, they ass in trouble
Got a new plug, still'll flood your neighborhood with the Trufflez
Told the label f*ck a budget, what budget?
I don't f*ck with rappers, they too buddy-buddy
Real estate, now my money makin' money
Know it taste good if you see me puffin'
Sold dope, I did it 'fore I met Puffy
I ain't give her nothin', got the bitch huffin'
Had to tell her what we do ain't for the public (period)
Next subject (talk to 'em)
Niggas watch my every move, if you wanna be me just say det (say det)
Know I like her head, she got straight in the car and told me, "Lay back" (ugh)
They want the strength for that exotic, if it's him, I pay that (Zaza)
Say she dumb but this bitch toxic, she gon' make her way back
You lookin', wanna f*ck? Just say det
Push me, watch how I skootch yo' face back (bah)
I'm a giver, I been gettin' it, I know they can't take that (certi')
Rather fall back 'fore I fall off, 'cause of them I stamped it (law)
Know lil' bro 'nem stand on business, if it's up, just say det
I treat how I'm movin' like chess, play, sit back and watch the board (look)
You can't say you smokin' your opp if you wasn't responsible for it
You can't name a ho that cut me off or put me on (I'll wait)
I recommend you keep her from 'round me, 'fore I f*ck up your home, boy
I can have any bitch I got likin' for
Made her kiss her friend, I saw the dyke in her (mwah)
We got open and she did all type of stuff
I was strokin' and slipped my thumb in her butt (ugh, ha, ugh)
You know I'm f*cked up, they eat it up when I set a trend (facts)
All of my niggas get money (gang)
It ain't no tellin' what car that the shooters in (go)
Niggas watch my every move, if you wanna be me just say det (say det)
Know I like her head, she got straight in the car and told me, "Lay back" (ugh)
They want the strength for that exotic, if it's him, I pay that (Zaza)
Say she dumb but this bitch toxic, she gon' make her way back
You lookin', wanna f*ck? Just say det
Push me, watch how I skootch yo' face back (bah)
I'm a giver, I been gettin' it, I know they can't take that (certi')
Rather fall back 'fore I fall off, 'cause of them I stamped it (law)
Know lil' bro 'nem stand on business, if it's up, just say det
My hands so dirty from countin' this cash
I need to sanitize it (I need to clean it)
I came and f*cked the rap game up
They say I vandalized it (some' like graffiti)
I had to show a nigga last night (how?)
Still got some gun powder on me (right now)
Still got some Actavis on me (right now)
Still got some packages on me
Give me some Za, Percs, drank (wow)
Lambo Starburst paint (wow)
Say they don't f*ck with me that's 'cause they can't (nah)
And I'm not actin' like nothin' I ain't (nah)
She let me smash 'fore she had my number
Top-notch bitches on my bumper
I'm on their pocket, they ass in trouble
Got a new plug, still'll flood your neighborhood with the Trufflez
Told the label f*ck a budget, what budget?
I don't f*ck with rappers, they too buddy-buddy
Real estate, now my money makin' money
Know it taste good if you see me puffin'
Sold dope, I did it 'fore I met Puffy
I ain't give her nothin', got the bitch huffin'
Had to tell her what we do ain't for the public (period)
Next subject (talk to 'em)
Niggas watch my every move, if you wanna be me just say det (say det)
Know I like her head, she got straight in the car and told me, "Lay back" (ugh)
They want the strength for that exotic, if it's him, I pay that (Zaza)
Say she dumb but this bitch toxic, she gon' make her way back
You lookin', wanna f*ck? Just say det
Push me, watch how I skootch yo' face back (bah)
I'm a giver, I been gettin' it, I know they can't take that (certi')
Rather fall back 'fore I fall off, 'cause of them I stamped it (law)
Know lil' bro 'nem stand on business, if it's up, just say det
I treat how I'm movin' like chess, play, sit back and watch the board (look)
You can't say you smokin' your opp if you wasn't responsible for it
You can't name a ho that cut me off or put me on (I'll wait)
I recommend you keep her from 'round me, 'fore I f*ck up your home, boy
I can have any bitch I got likin' for
Made her kiss her friend, I saw the dyke in her (mwah)
We got open and she did all type of stuff
I was strokin' and slipped my thumb in her butt (ugh, ha, ugh)
You know I'm f*cked up, they eat it up when I set a trend (facts)
All of my niggas get money (gang)
It ain't no tellin' what car that the shooters in (go)
Niggas watch my every move, if you wanna be me just say det (say det)
Know I like her head, she got straight in the car and told me, "Lay back" (ugh)
They want the strength for that exotic, if it's him, I pay that (Zaza)
Say she dumb but this bitch toxic, she gon' make her way back
You lookin', wanna f*ck? Just say det
Push me, watch how I skootch yo' face back (bah)
I'm a giver, I been gettin' it, I know they can't take that (certi')
Rather fall back 'fore I fall off, 'cause of them I stamped it (law)
Know lil' bro 'nem stand on business, if it's up, just say det
Writer: Brandon Reshird Henderson, Demario Dewayne White Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
GO!
That's why it switches on my glee, pussy (go, go)
And we put bump stock, .223, pussy (go, go)
Charity, I gave it to them people (go, go)
You f*ckin' with a certified speaker (go, go)
Not you 'posed to be gangsta, but salty 'bout the ho (crazy)
How the f*ck my artist bigger than your C.E.O.? (Brr)
Why the hell she know I'm toxic, but still f*ck with me?
It's plentiful right now, I'm still pouring on a pint of V
Presi' Rolex, emerald cut, still ain't seen a watch like this joint (nope)
All white guts, bitch can't sit in here on her time of the month (period)
Plain Jane shirt, but it's a stack 'cause it say Saint Laurent (cost)
Choppas and my dollars up, shooters hungry, get gobbled up (get ate)
Stand-up guy, won't speak on nothing that I see or saw (shh)
Real weed, soon as I snatch it it's already bought (it's gone)
Went to the right doctor, her booty and her titties soft (she grown)
Condom in my pocket, anxious, I still f*cked her raw
My pull out game weak (man)
I pluck, I tweak (f*ck)
Red and white Supreme ski
Eleven whips, I go Kyrie (go)
Tryna steal the recipe, you just a Bagg wannabe
Bipolar personality, that's why it's switches on my glee
Brr
That's why it switches on my glee, pussy (go, go)
And we put bump stock, .223, pussy (go, go)
Brr, brr, brr (go, go, go)
Flip a nigga street, pussy
Ayy
Now how the f*ck you get some fame? I been a opp (opp)
Them folks ain't rockin' with you
They watchin' 'til you get dropped (nope, get dropped)
I keep clutchin' on this Glock
'Cause these rocks poppin' out my watch (brr, brr)
Ain't nobody on your block
'Cause I'm the one who scoped the drop (nope, that's me)
I'm the one that knocked up on your door (ayy, ayy)
Hit through there with that choppa (that's me)
Bitch, we no hospital gang, nigga blessed if he see a doctor (see)
It's 220 on the dash, bitch, I just left a helicopter
It's a pint up in this car, twenty bowls, and a couple Roxies
Ayy, I'm slidin' with a thotty (thotty)
I'm slidin' with a nigga bitch (bitch)
Just got the drop from the lil' ho
Stop thinkin' with your dick (with ya dick)
Poured a tray of Wocky in the Fanta, they thought it was trish' (mud)
Ho, this six-hundred worth of drank
This shit thicker than grits (ayy, heavy mud)
Give it to 'em, I gave it to 'em (go, go)
Said you know I did it, I gave it to 'em (go, go)
Charity done gave it to them people (go, go)
F*ckin' with a certified speaker (go, go)
(Red dead, I'm so f*ckin' bumpin', bro)
(FOREVER ROLLING)
(Hol' up, flexin' on that)
And we put bump stock, .223, pussy (go, go)
Charity, I gave it to them people (go, go)
You f*ckin' with a certified speaker (go, go)
Not you 'posed to be gangsta, but salty 'bout the ho (crazy)
How the f*ck my artist bigger than your C.E.O.? (Brr)
Why the hell she know I'm toxic, but still f*ck with me?
It's plentiful right now, I'm still pouring on a pint of V
Presi' Rolex, emerald cut, still ain't seen a watch like this joint (nope)
All white guts, bitch can't sit in here on her time of the month (period)
Plain Jane shirt, but it's a stack 'cause it say Saint Laurent (cost)
Choppas and my dollars up, shooters hungry, get gobbled up (get ate)
Stand-up guy, won't speak on nothing that I see or saw (shh)
Real weed, soon as I snatch it it's already bought (it's gone)
Went to the right doctor, her booty and her titties soft (she grown)
Condom in my pocket, anxious, I still f*cked her raw
My pull out game weak (man)
I pluck, I tweak (f*ck)
Red and white Supreme ski
Eleven whips, I go Kyrie (go)
Tryna steal the recipe, you just a Bagg wannabe
Bipolar personality, that's why it's switches on my glee
Brr
That's why it switches on my glee, pussy (go, go)
And we put bump stock, .223, pussy (go, go)
Brr, brr, brr (go, go, go)
Flip a nigga street, pussy
Ayy
Now how the f*ck you get some fame? I been a opp (opp)
Them folks ain't rockin' with you
They watchin' 'til you get dropped (nope, get dropped)
I keep clutchin' on this Glock
'Cause these rocks poppin' out my watch (brr, brr)
Ain't nobody on your block
'Cause I'm the one who scoped the drop (nope, that's me)
I'm the one that knocked up on your door (ayy, ayy)
Hit through there with that choppa (that's me)
Bitch, we no hospital gang, nigga blessed if he see a doctor (see)
It's 220 on the dash, bitch, I just left a helicopter
It's a pint up in this car, twenty bowls, and a couple Roxies
Ayy, I'm slidin' with a thotty (thotty)
I'm slidin' with a nigga bitch (bitch)
Just got the drop from the lil' ho
Stop thinkin' with your dick (with ya dick)
Poured a tray of Wocky in the Fanta, they thought it was trish' (mud)
Ho, this six-hundred worth of drank
This shit thicker than grits (ayy, heavy mud)
Give it to 'em, I gave it to 'em (go, go)
Said you know I did it, I gave it to 'em (go, go)
Charity done gave it to them people (go, go)
F*ckin' with a certified speaker (go, go)
(Red dead, I'm so f*ckin' bumpin', bro)
(FOREVER ROLLING)
(Hol' up, flexin' on that)
Writer: Aaron Butler, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Jeffrey Jones, Jorres Nelson, Rodney Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Wockesha
"Yeah, I've kinda put the cup down for a minute, but, um
But honestly, it ain't nobodies business what's in my cup
What's in your cup, what's in their cup
It's your cup, drink it
So whatever the hell was in my cup
The only reaction I did was got more popular
More successful, did a lot more things that I've ever done
I probably should pick that cup back up"
I'm sittin' here lookin' at Kesha, like, do you love me? Do you love me not?
Damn, you hit the spot
Taste like candy (candy), sweet like fruit (ooh)
Wet like water, can I love on you?
Withdrawals, I'm feelin' different, every day I need a dose
Every now and then I'm missin', I got my times when I go ghost
But she mine, I'm stampin' her
Priority status, so them other bitches mad at her (too mad, ha)
Thumbin' through a hunnid thou', I spent that times two on you
Caught myself cuttin' you loose, then I pop back up like peek-a-boo
Here I go, flyer than most, Louis V coat
Gas station coffee cup full, I don't drive boats (nope)
Money can't buy happiness but she found love inside a G
Head and somethin' to eat, that's all a thug nigga need
No lie, you get me higher than the prices of my weed
I'm displayin' my feelings like I'm wearin' them on my sleeves (see)
One minute I'm done with you, the next one I be runnin' back
Go your way, I go my way, but somehow we be still attached
Tryna find my answers with this cup, but ain't no truth in that
They be like, I'm dumb for f*ckin' with you, I spend stupid racks
I'm sittin' here knowin' I don't need you, pourin' O's in the liter
Sippin', chase it with my reefer, can't get my mind off Wockesha
Watch me put my heart in this cup
In my feelings, she my therapist, I'ma talk to this cup (I swear)
Ring around the Rosie, cup full of O-Z's
I hope I don't OD, she keep sayin', "Pour me"
Turn me to that purple demon emoji (devil)
F*ck me like you miss me, it's been a whole week
This ain't no playground, love, we grown (too grown)
I'm too f*cked up, I pay four hunnid for a zone (that strong)
My bitch don't like you, you been f*ckin' up my home (in my house)
Relapsin' every time I try to leave you 'lone (I relapse)
Every nigga in the streets lookin' for her but she rare
Dark skin, purple hair, stingy with her, hard to share (I can't)
Never needed nobody, but it feel good to
Have somebody (that somebody)
Drop you and pick you up whenever I feel like it
This shit toxic
Let me know if you feel me, hmm (hmm)
I gotta stop it (I must stop it)
One minute I'm done with you, the next one I be runnin' back
Go your way, I go my way, but some how we be still attached
Tryna find my answers with this cup, but ain't no truth in that
They be like I'm dumb for f*ckin' with you, I spend stupid racks
I'm sittin' here knowin' I don't need you, pourin' O's in the liter
Sippin', chase it with my reefer, can't get my mind off Wockesha
Watch me put my heart in this cup
In my feelings, she my therapist, I'ma talk to this cup (I swear)
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm
But honestly, it ain't nobodies business what's in my cup
What's in your cup, what's in their cup
It's your cup, drink it
So whatever the hell was in my cup
The only reaction I did was got more popular
More successful, did a lot more things that I've ever done
I probably should pick that cup back up"
I'm sittin' here lookin' at Kesha, like, do you love me? Do you love me not?
Damn, you hit the spot
Taste like candy (candy), sweet like fruit (ooh)
Wet like water, can I love on you?
Withdrawals, I'm feelin' different, every day I need a dose
Every now and then I'm missin', I got my times when I go ghost
But she mine, I'm stampin' her
Priority status, so them other bitches mad at her (too mad, ha)
Thumbin' through a hunnid thou', I spent that times two on you
Caught myself cuttin' you loose, then I pop back up like peek-a-boo
Here I go, flyer than most, Louis V coat
Gas station coffee cup full, I don't drive boats (nope)
Money can't buy happiness but she found love inside a G
Head and somethin' to eat, that's all a thug nigga need
No lie, you get me higher than the prices of my weed
I'm displayin' my feelings like I'm wearin' them on my sleeves (see)
One minute I'm done with you, the next one I be runnin' back
Go your way, I go my way, but somehow we be still attached
Tryna find my answers with this cup, but ain't no truth in that
They be like, I'm dumb for f*ckin' with you, I spend stupid racks
I'm sittin' here knowin' I don't need you, pourin' O's in the liter
Sippin', chase it with my reefer, can't get my mind off Wockesha
Watch me put my heart in this cup
In my feelings, she my therapist, I'ma talk to this cup (I swear)
Ring around the Rosie, cup full of O-Z's
I hope I don't OD, she keep sayin', "Pour me"
Turn me to that purple demon emoji (devil)
F*ck me like you miss me, it's been a whole week
This ain't no playground, love, we grown (too grown)
I'm too f*cked up, I pay four hunnid for a zone (that strong)
My bitch don't like you, you been f*ckin' up my home (in my house)
Relapsin' every time I try to leave you 'lone (I relapse)
Every nigga in the streets lookin' for her but she rare
Dark skin, purple hair, stingy with her, hard to share (I can't)
Never needed nobody, but it feel good to
Have somebody (that somebody)
Drop you and pick you up whenever I feel like it
This shit toxic
Let me know if you feel me, hmm (hmm)
I gotta stop it (I must stop it)
One minute I'm done with you, the next one I be runnin' back
Go your way, I go my way, but some how we be still attached
Tryna find my answers with this cup, but ain't no truth in that
They be like I'm dumb for f*ckin' with you, I spend stupid racks
I'm sittin' here knowin' I don't need you, pourin' O's in the liter
Sippin', chase it with my reefer, can't get my mind off Wockesha
Watch me put my heart in this cup
In my feelings, she my therapist, I'ma talk to this cup (I swear)
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm
Writer: Christopher Pearson, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Derrick Carrington Gray, Etterlene Jordan, Javar Rockamore, Jorres Nelson, Mark Dwayne Debarge
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, MIME MUSIC WORLDWIDE, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, MIME MUSIC WORLDWIDE, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Shottas (Lala)
La-la, haha
Laugh to the bank, I'm like, "Haha"
Dada, what she sayin'? I hear, "Blah blah"
Water, rocks on me like I'm Ty Ty
Baba, sippin' lean like it's aqua
Pop a Percocet before you chop a chopper
When it bust you hear, "Brrat-brrat"
Doctor, servin' patients, I'ma trapper
Rasta, I been runnin' with some shottas (go)
Smokin' Sharklato in a fishbowl wearin' Prada (givin' it)
Got a drank bottle from the doctor, ridin' with a NLE Choppa (fed)
Hard on a bitch and I said what I said
Too much blue money to go in the red (red)
Better get little, start usin' yo' legs
Bah-bah-bah, bah-bah-bah, hit at yo' head (bah)
Mad at the nigga, now she up for grabs
Single and thirsty, bougie and ghetto (ha)
Don't wanna let go of me like a Eggo (nope)
Good pussy sound like you stirrin' Alfredo (ugh)
Last nigga diss us can't eat nothin' but Jell-O (why?)
Heard he got hit with a carbon Carmelo (brrt)
Haters be hot but my chain below zero
Money keep callin', I answer like, "Hello" (yup)
La-la, haha
Laugh to the bank, I'm like, "Haha"
Dada, what she sayin'? I hear, "Blah-blah"
Water, rocks on me like I'm Ty Ty
Baba, sippin' lean like it's aqua
Pop a Percocet before you chop a chopper
When it bust you hear, "Brrat-brrat"
Doctor, servin' patients, I'ma trapper
Rasta, I been runnin' with some shottas
Whole lotta hunnids in the safe (blue)
Way more twenties in the vacuum sealed (what else?)
Niggas be cool not straight
Get no handshake if I know you squeal (12)
Never made money playin' safe (nope)
Had to take them risks, kick doors, and steal (go)
My lil' men dedicated on the drill
Laid there all night, twelve until
Swallow, gargle all in her mouth like some tonsils
Mall security, kids, she caught 'em
After you done just leave, autumn
Send in your friend, good thing you brought 'em (share)
Mama keep callin' (what?)
"Since you don't act like you got no sense, act like you got money"
Funny, red and blue Louis, no tummy, dummy
Drippy, runny (Bagg)
La-la, haha
Laugh to the bank I'm like, "Haha"
Dada, what she sayin'? I hear, "Blah-blah"
Water, rocks on me like I'm Ty Ty
Baba, sippin' lean like it's aqua
Pop a Percocet before you chop a chopper
When it bust you hear, "Brrat-brrat"
Doctor, servin' patients, I'ma trapper
Rasta, I been runnin' with some shottas
(Turn me up YC, turn me up YC)
(Red dead, I'm so f*ckin' bumpin', bruh)
Laugh to the bank, I'm like, "Haha"
Dada, what she sayin'? I hear, "Blah blah"
Water, rocks on me like I'm Ty Ty
Baba, sippin' lean like it's aqua
Pop a Percocet before you chop a chopper
When it bust you hear, "Brrat-brrat"
Doctor, servin' patients, I'ma trapper
Rasta, I been runnin' with some shottas (go)
Smokin' Sharklato in a fishbowl wearin' Prada (givin' it)
Got a drank bottle from the doctor, ridin' with a NLE Choppa (fed)
Hard on a bitch and I said what I said
Too much blue money to go in the red (red)
Better get little, start usin' yo' legs
Bah-bah-bah, bah-bah-bah, hit at yo' head (bah)
Mad at the nigga, now she up for grabs
Single and thirsty, bougie and ghetto (ha)
Don't wanna let go of me like a Eggo (nope)
Good pussy sound like you stirrin' Alfredo (ugh)
Last nigga diss us can't eat nothin' but Jell-O (why?)
Heard he got hit with a carbon Carmelo (brrt)
Haters be hot but my chain below zero
Money keep callin', I answer like, "Hello" (yup)
La-la, haha
Laugh to the bank, I'm like, "Haha"
Dada, what she sayin'? I hear, "Blah-blah"
Water, rocks on me like I'm Ty Ty
Baba, sippin' lean like it's aqua
Pop a Percocet before you chop a chopper
When it bust you hear, "Brrat-brrat"
Doctor, servin' patients, I'ma trapper
Rasta, I been runnin' with some shottas
Whole lotta hunnids in the safe (blue)
Way more twenties in the vacuum sealed (what else?)
Niggas be cool not straight
Get no handshake if I know you squeal (12)
Never made money playin' safe (nope)
Had to take them risks, kick doors, and steal (go)
My lil' men dedicated on the drill
Laid there all night, twelve until
Swallow, gargle all in her mouth like some tonsils
Mall security, kids, she caught 'em
After you done just leave, autumn
Send in your friend, good thing you brought 'em (share)
Mama keep callin' (what?)
"Since you don't act like you got no sense, act like you got money"
Funny, red and blue Louis, no tummy, dummy
Drippy, runny (Bagg)
La-la, haha
Laugh to the bank I'm like, "Haha"
Dada, what she sayin'? I hear, "Blah-blah"
Water, rocks on me like I'm Ty Ty
Baba, sippin' lean like it's aqua
Pop a Percocet before you chop a chopper
When it bust you hear, "Brrat-brrat"
Doctor, servin' patients, I'ma trapper
Rasta, I been runnin' with some shottas
(Turn me up YC, turn me up YC)
(Red dead, I'm so f*ckin' bumpin', bruh)
Writer: Christopher Pearson, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Jorres Nelson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Hard for the Next
I just bought a chick a Patek
I ain't love her, I just had to show her status
I just bought a bitch a Patek
Bought a bitch a Patek
I ain't love her, I just stepped up her status
Got her cookin' in the crib without no panties
I just jumped off the Lear like a savage
I done turned another one up knowin' I'm careless
I can't have love for these hoes who crabbin'
Saint Laurent my attire, made it a habit
I got more than one, I done made it a habit
And I wanna know if you gon' be there when I need you (ooh)
You f*ckin' with a gangsta this time
Less than fifty in her Birkin then she ain't one of mine (nope)
Added brightness to your glow, they see the difference in your shine
Co-dependent, long as you got me you never in a bind, Nate
Go ape shit 'bout you, primate
A drinker not a smoker but for me you hit that pound cake
They say I started somethin' when I had gave you the Lamb'
And other shit they can't see 'cause everything ain't for the 'Gram (shh)
I put it down
Don't know who need to hear this, another nigga could never
Spoilin' her too easy, make it harder for the next one
I'd rather put her on game, than run it on her (run it on)
If you can put up with me, you a f*ckin' soldier (gangsta)
You one out of one (the one)
It's the Maybach drive itself for me
I better not touch the wheel in this car
You one out of one (ooh)
This the life when you loving a star, no cap, I'm just
Makin' it harder for the next nigga to spoil you
Makin' it harder for the next nigga to trust you
Makin' it harder for the next nigga to love you
Makin' it harder for the next nigga to please you
Oh yeah
Get my attention, inspire me in a see-through
I need to be careful 'bout energy I feed you
I did it to her on a jet, it felt so lethal
I feed you racks, feed you racks like seafood
I know shorty admire me but I had to ghost her
Must have happened right after the time after I post her
I'm puttin' this world wide splash on somethin' local
She had my attention from the first time I approached her
I went two-tone on her wrist and on her choker
She a hottie, she a baddie, she a smoker
I been contemplatin' about it, buyin' a roadster
Tryna get to know her
Makin' it harder for the next nigga to spoil you
Makin' it harder for the next nigga to trust you
Makin' it harder for the next nigga to love you
Makin' it harder for the next nigga to please you
Bought a bitch a Patek
I ain't love her, I just stepped up her status
Got her cookin' in the crib without no panties
I just jumped off the Lear like a savage
I done turned another one up, knowin' I'm careless
I can't have love for these hoes who crabbin'
Saint Laurent my attire, made it a habit
I got more than one, I done made it a habit
And I wanna know, if you gon' be there when I need you
(You one out of one)
(You one out of one)
I ain't love her, I just had to show her status
I just bought a bitch a Patek
Bought a bitch a Patek
I ain't love her, I just stepped up her status
Got her cookin' in the crib without no panties
I just jumped off the Lear like a savage
I done turned another one up knowin' I'm careless
I can't have love for these hoes who crabbin'
Saint Laurent my attire, made it a habit
I got more than one, I done made it a habit
And I wanna know if you gon' be there when I need you (ooh)
You f*ckin' with a gangsta this time
Less than fifty in her Birkin then she ain't one of mine (nope)
Added brightness to your glow, they see the difference in your shine
Co-dependent, long as you got me you never in a bind, Nate
Go ape shit 'bout you, primate
A drinker not a smoker but for me you hit that pound cake
They say I started somethin' when I had gave you the Lamb'
And other shit they can't see 'cause everything ain't for the 'Gram (shh)
I put it down
Don't know who need to hear this, another nigga could never
Spoilin' her too easy, make it harder for the next one
I'd rather put her on game, than run it on her (run it on)
If you can put up with me, you a f*ckin' soldier (gangsta)
You one out of one (the one)
It's the Maybach drive itself for me
I better not touch the wheel in this car
You one out of one (ooh)
This the life when you loving a star, no cap, I'm just
Makin' it harder for the next nigga to spoil you
Makin' it harder for the next nigga to trust you
Makin' it harder for the next nigga to love you
Makin' it harder for the next nigga to please you
Oh yeah
Get my attention, inspire me in a see-through
I need to be careful 'bout energy I feed you
I did it to her on a jet, it felt so lethal
I feed you racks, feed you racks like seafood
I know shorty admire me but I had to ghost her
Must have happened right after the time after I post her
I'm puttin' this world wide splash on somethin' local
She had my attention from the first time I approached her
I went two-tone on her wrist and on her choker
She a hottie, she a baddie, she a smoker
I been contemplatin' about it, buyin' a roadster
Tryna get to know her
Makin' it harder for the next nigga to spoil you
Makin' it harder for the next nigga to trust you
Makin' it harder for the next nigga to love you
Makin' it harder for the next nigga to please you
Bought a bitch a Patek
I ain't love her, I just stepped up her status
Got her cookin' in the crib without no panties
I just jumped off the Lear like a savage
I done turned another one up, knowin' I'm careless
I can't have love for these hoes who crabbin'
Saint Laurent my attire, made it a habit
I got more than one, I done made it a habit
And I wanna know, if you gon' be there when I need you
(You one out of one)
(You one out of one)
Writer: Demario Dewayne White Jr., Elgin Lumpkin, Nayvadius Wilburn, Torey Mikel Gilmer, Troy A. Oliver
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
If Pain Was a Person
(Dee you poppin yo' shit, nigga)
I been tryna figure out like
Why a motherf*cker want you to be loyal to them
And they ain't loyal to you?
I don't, I don't really get that
Be tryna show love in private 'cause
They done told people they don't f*ck with you in public and shit
Man, that shit be crazy
I don't be understandin' that shit
Niggas be feelin' a slick way about bitches and
Come on man, if we ain't about no money, what we doin'? (Speak)
I done over played my part
They forgot about me, amnesia (it's cool though)
I done hit yours, you done hit mine
Why you still mad? We even (I ain't on that)
The blogs put up anything (shit made up)
And the crazy part, they believe 'em (some goofies)
Nigga caught a charge and got locked up
Only reason dude still breathin' (I swear)
I never make a ho feel like I can't do no better than her (who?)
Heard that she got a new nigga, my bag the biggest
She said he don't f*ck how I f*ck (haha)
Bitch lied on God and her kids (threw me off)
Damn near f*cked up my trust
I know a nigga'll cross you to win (where you at with it?)
Yeah, I come from the bluff
Lil' bro don't go through there spinnin'
Can't do it myself (why?), 'cause my position
I'm peepin' niggas in slick competition
Really some bitches, sit down when they pissin'
They get some fame off me if I mention
But it's a shame on me if I did it
I know you obsessed with me and I get it
Stay in yo' lane and stay out my business (over there)
Y'all runnin' off with all these rumors and shit
Quick and shit, makin' assumptions
Next thing you know you judgin' a nigga
Damn, what about the truth?
It's two sides to this shit
I've been that nigga
I been lit, I been the shit
Before I ever went public with a bitch
Y'all just catchin' on late
Speakin' on my personal life, my real life
Talkin' 'bout how it's fake, nigga
You ain't me, you ain't in my shoes
You ain't pay dues (speak)
"He ain't no gangsta, never did nothin' gangsta"
That's what they said (that's what they hollerin')
I done seen so many niggas end up dead 'cause they got misled (facts)
Ain't got no time for no baby-mouth ass niggas tryna get spoon-fed (nah)
All that he say she say, code red, numb to it, brain dead (don' wanna hear it)
Without y'all I wouldn't be shit, hope the haters hear me loud and clear (I'm makin' sure)
Unc told me, "A scared man a dead man, you can't live your life in fear"
So I'm takin' risks (yeah)
You can't get a fair bond last time I checked
How them charges disappear? (Hold up)
Lack of communication with my bitch (what?)
Got her actin' all insecure (mine)
I come from the struggle like you did, nigga
Why the f*ck you tryna down me? (Huh)
If I gotta coach a nigga on how to be real
I don't need 'em 'round me (at all)
You can't fix your mouth to say I ain't f*ck with ya at least one time
Well two times, nah, three times
Couldn't see the envy, I was too blind
See they probably thought I was runnin' out
Whole time I was holdin' back, shit an infinity clip
I'm what's goin' on, so I'm already knowin' my name gon' be in ya' mouth
But when you have them conversations
Make sure you mention he gettin' six figures for a show
Eleven whips paid for, house sittin' on four acres
Take care of his kids, treat all of 'em equally
Mama put up, she can wiggle her toes at night peacefully
Shit like that what I do it for, that's goals, nigga (speak)
Hope for the best, prepare for the worse
However it come, just know that I'm ready (that's it)
You know a lie don't give a f*ck who tell it (uh)
I know they mad but they never admit it (who?)
It be your own people (blood)
They gone try to take advantage of you if you let 'em
They get a thrill off turnin' you down
But never gossip but how you help 'em
I heard it's niggas out here wanna touch me
But I can't tell, I be where they at
Watch you draw the line, so stay over there
Don't come 'round the gang, don't throw up the set
You not what I rep, why do some shit you gone regret? (Answer that)
Think smart with it, this shit chess (ha)
Just 'cause y'all related don't mean nothin'
Niggas Unc'll ice about that check (I ain't Meech)
All that "you love me" shit ain't genuine
I felt the vibe when I walked in
Shit slick, hurt me thinkin' you solid then I saw you bend
Even after they true colors show, kept it real on my end
That wasn't my beef at first, I made it mine
'Cause me and bruh locked in (for life and after)
When I say we la familia, we la familia, we locked in for life
Shit, loyalty over love
We gon' keep it real first
Like you not gon' see me f*ckin' with my nigga opp
I don't give a f*ck if I knew his opp longer than him
Niggas'll hate you so much, they can know yo' opp a rat
And still hang with 'em
Don't that make them the same nigga?
Shit, let me know, I need clarification
What part of the game is that?
See, I know what need to be done
Nigga need to start pullin', straight up checkin' these niggas
These niggas can't stand no pressure
A nigga gotta feel how I'm comin' where I'm comin' from
If pain was a person
Bagg
I been tryna figure out like
Why a motherf*cker want you to be loyal to them
And they ain't loyal to you?
I don't, I don't really get that
Be tryna show love in private 'cause
They done told people they don't f*ck with you in public and shit
Man, that shit be crazy
I don't be understandin' that shit
Niggas be feelin' a slick way about bitches and
Come on man, if we ain't about no money, what we doin'? (Speak)
I done over played my part
They forgot about me, amnesia (it's cool though)
I done hit yours, you done hit mine
Why you still mad? We even (I ain't on that)
The blogs put up anything (shit made up)
And the crazy part, they believe 'em (some goofies)
Nigga caught a charge and got locked up
Only reason dude still breathin' (I swear)
I never make a ho feel like I can't do no better than her (who?)
Heard that she got a new nigga, my bag the biggest
She said he don't f*ck how I f*ck (haha)
Bitch lied on God and her kids (threw me off)
Damn near f*cked up my trust
I know a nigga'll cross you to win (where you at with it?)
Yeah, I come from the bluff
Lil' bro don't go through there spinnin'
Can't do it myself (why?), 'cause my position
I'm peepin' niggas in slick competition
Really some bitches, sit down when they pissin'
They get some fame off me if I mention
But it's a shame on me if I did it
I know you obsessed with me and I get it
Stay in yo' lane and stay out my business (over there)
Y'all runnin' off with all these rumors and shit
Quick and shit, makin' assumptions
Next thing you know you judgin' a nigga
Damn, what about the truth?
It's two sides to this shit
I've been that nigga
I been lit, I been the shit
Before I ever went public with a bitch
Y'all just catchin' on late
Speakin' on my personal life, my real life
Talkin' 'bout how it's fake, nigga
You ain't me, you ain't in my shoes
You ain't pay dues (speak)
"He ain't no gangsta, never did nothin' gangsta"
That's what they said (that's what they hollerin')
I done seen so many niggas end up dead 'cause they got misled (facts)
Ain't got no time for no baby-mouth ass niggas tryna get spoon-fed (nah)
All that he say she say, code red, numb to it, brain dead (don' wanna hear it)
Without y'all I wouldn't be shit, hope the haters hear me loud and clear (I'm makin' sure)
Unc told me, "A scared man a dead man, you can't live your life in fear"
So I'm takin' risks (yeah)
You can't get a fair bond last time I checked
How them charges disappear? (Hold up)
Lack of communication with my bitch (what?)
Got her actin' all insecure (mine)
I come from the struggle like you did, nigga
Why the f*ck you tryna down me? (Huh)
If I gotta coach a nigga on how to be real
I don't need 'em 'round me (at all)
You can't fix your mouth to say I ain't f*ck with ya at least one time
Well two times, nah, three times
Couldn't see the envy, I was too blind
See they probably thought I was runnin' out
Whole time I was holdin' back, shit an infinity clip
I'm what's goin' on, so I'm already knowin' my name gon' be in ya' mouth
But when you have them conversations
Make sure you mention he gettin' six figures for a show
Eleven whips paid for, house sittin' on four acres
Take care of his kids, treat all of 'em equally
Mama put up, she can wiggle her toes at night peacefully
Shit like that what I do it for, that's goals, nigga (speak)
Hope for the best, prepare for the worse
However it come, just know that I'm ready (that's it)
You know a lie don't give a f*ck who tell it (uh)
I know they mad but they never admit it (who?)
It be your own people (blood)
They gone try to take advantage of you if you let 'em
They get a thrill off turnin' you down
But never gossip but how you help 'em
I heard it's niggas out here wanna touch me
But I can't tell, I be where they at
Watch you draw the line, so stay over there
Don't come 'round the gang, don't throw up the set
You not what I rep, why do some shit you gone regret? (Answer that)
Think smart with it, this shit chess (ha)
Just 'cause y'all related don't mean nothin'
Niggas Unc'll ice about that check (I ain't Meech)
All that "you love me" shit ain't genuine
I felt the vibe when I walked in
Shit slick, hurt me thinkin' you solid then I saw you bend
Even after they true colors show, kept it real on my end
That wasn't my beef at first, I made it mine
'Cause me and bruh locked in (for life and after)
When I say we la familia, we la familia, we locked in for life
Shit, loyalty over love
We gon' keep it real first
Like you not gon' see me f*ckin' with my nigga opp
I don't give a f*ck if I knew his opp longer than him
Niggas'll hate you so much, they can know yo' opp a rat
And still hang with 'em
Don't that make them the same nigga?
Shit, let me know, I need clarification
What part of the game is that?
See, I know what need to be done
Nigga need to start pullin', straight up checkin' these niggas
These niggas can't stand no pressure
A nigga gotta feel how I'm comin' where I'm comin' from
If pain was a person
Bagg
Writer: Carl Mitchell Hampton, Demario Dewayne Jr. White, Homer Banks, Raymond E. Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
I Believe U
(Turn me up YC, turn me up YC, turn me up YC)
Go grab that, let's get it
Get them bags in, put that shit in there, let's go
I ain't got all day
Yeah, yeah (go)
I was makin' plays if you ever seen me runnin' (I believe you)
What I serve my jay, it's gon' leave his nose runnin' (raw)
F*ck it, murder was the case, I gave my lawyer another hunnid
You can never be too safe, so why your choppa in the trunk? (Too much lackin')
I let 'em feel like they got away, they just get by (true)
If she say that you the only one that's f*ckin', she a lie (where you at now?)
Standin' over the stove tryna whip a pie (prices high)
Bye-bye, if you ain't try to buy a brick or pound (no hablo inglés)
Smokin' gettin' a manicure, the struggle built my character (woah)
75K in each year lil' boy get your carrots up (one-fifty)
Wockesha that's all I pour inside my cup, look lavender (purp)
Them talkin' ain't stop no money so it ain't affect us
Got enough Cubans on, nah, I ain't tryna link with no nigga
I'on't give a f*ck if they had some Act'
I still wouldn't drink with no nigga (still won't sip with no nigga)
Where I'm from you up a hunnid they look at you like that nigga (crazy)
Just 'cause you told me 'bout bodies, don't mean I believe you my nigga (know what's up with you)
If you ever seen me runnin', it was prolly off on the plug
She like, "Uh-uh, boy you toxic, but that's the shit that I love" (me too)
I'm pulled over with the hazards makin' plays on the E-Way (rushin')
Operation smooth I won't even talk on a prepaid (go)
I was makin' plays if you ever seen me runnin' (I believe you)
What I serve my jay, it's gon' leave his nose runnin' (raw)
F*ck it, murder was the case, I gave my lawyer another hunnid
You can never be too safe, so why your choppa in the trunk? (Too much lackin')
I let 'em feel like they got away, they just get by (woah)
If she say that you the only one that's f*ckin', she a lie (where you at now?)
Standin' over the stove tryna whip a pie (prices high)
Bye-bye, if you ain't try to buy a brick or pound (no hablo inglés)
(Woah) Woah, yeah
Pour up the drank, a hunnid pounds ain't mixin' this
Send the regular OG back, baggin' up exotic packs (woah, woah)
Four-forty-eight plus them fifteen grams
You know how much this turkey bag weigh (what?)
He send them bills, they overweight (woah, yeah)
Can't stop until I'm overpaid, these niggas overrated
Caught a flight, it got delayed, my trap be jumpin' Chick-fil-A (woah)
Stamped in the middle, I break down a brick a day
Yeah, probably charge you clean, yeah, three-fifty for an eight
I was makin' plays if you ever seen me runnin' (I believe you)
What I serve my jay, it's gon' leave his nose runnin' (raw)
F*ck it, murder was the case, I gave my lawyer another hunnid
You can never be too safe, so why your choppa in the trunk? (Too much lackin')
I let 'em feel like they got away, they just get by (true)
If she say that you the only one that's f*ckin', she a lie (where you at now?)
Standin' over the stove tryna whip a pie (prices high)
Bye-bye, if you ain't try to buy a brick or pound (no hablo inglés)
Go grab that, let's get it
Get them bags in, put that shit in there, let's go
I ain't got all day
Yeah, yeah (go)
I was makin' plays if you ever seen me runnin' (I believe you)
What I serve my jay, it's gon' leave his nose runnin' (raw)
F*ck it, murder was the case, I gave my lawyer another hunnid
You can never be too safe, so why your choppa in the trunk? (Too much lackin')
I let 'em feel like they got away, they just get by (true)
If she say that you the only one that's f*ckin', she a lie (where you at now?)
Standin' over the stove tryna whip a pie (prices high)
Bye-bye, if you ain't try to buy a brick or pound (no hablo inglés)
Smokin' gettin' a manicure, the struggle built my character (woah)
75K in each year lil' boy get your carrots up (one-fifty)
Wockesha that's all I pour inside my cup, look lavender (purp)
Them talkin' ain't stop no money so it ain't affect us
Got enough Cubans on, nah, I ain't tryna link with no nigga
I'on't give a f*ck if they had some Act'
I still wouldn't drink with no nigga (still won't sip with no nigga)
Where I'm from you up a hunnid they look at you like that nigga (crazy)
Just 'cause you told me 'bout bodies, don't mean I believe you my nigga (know what's up with you)
If you ever seen me runnin', it was prolly off on the plug
She like, "Uh-uh, boy you toxic, but that's the shit that I love" (me too)
I'm pulled over with the hazards makin' plays on the E-Way (rushin')
Operation smooth I won't even talk on a prepaid (go)
I was makin' plays if you ever seen me runnin' (I believe you)
What I serve my jay, it's gon' leave his nose runnin' (raw)
F*ck it, murder was the case, I gave my lawyer another hunnid
You can never be too safe, so why your choppa in the trunk? (Too much lackin')
I let 'em feel like they got away, they just get by (woah)
If she say that you the only one that's f*ckin', she a lie (where you at now?)
Standin' over the stove tryna whip a pie (prices high)
Bye-bye, if you ain't try to buy a brick or pound (no hablo inglés)
(Woah) Woah, yeah
Pour up the drank, a hunnid pounds ain't mixin' this
Send the regular OG back, baggin' up exotic packs (woah, woah)
Four-forty-eight plus them fifteen grams
You know how much this turkey bag weigh (what?)
He send them bills, they overweight (woah, yeah)
Can't stop until I'm overpaid, these niggas overrated
Caught a flight, it got delayed, my trap be jumpin' Chick-fil-A (woah)
Stamped in the middle, I break down a brick a day
Yeah, probably charge you clean, yeah, three-fifty for an eight
I was makin' plays if you ever seen me runnin' (I believe you)
What I serve my jay, it's gon' leave his nose runnin' (raw)
F*ck it, murder was the case, I gave my lawyer another hunnid
You can never be too safe, so why your choppa in the trunk? (Too much lackin')
I let 'em feel like they got away, they just get by (true)
If she say that you the only one that's f*ckin', she a lie (where you at now?)
Standin' over the stove tryna whip a pie (prices high)
Bye-bye, if you ain't try to buy a brick or pound (no hablo inglés)
Writer: Christopher Pearson, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Terrence Triplett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Time Today
I just looked at my wrist, I got time today
F*ck it, I'm crossin' the line today
The hate be so real, the love be fake
Be bumpin' they gums and bumpin' my tape
Don't go against me then ask for my help
Go get out your feelings and get it yourself
Might got the same shoes but you ain't gon' step (nope)
The shit that you just put out, you could've kept, yep
She got a nigga, he gotta share (why?)
You can't compete when you can't compare (period)
She ate the dick through my underwear (uh)
Got up and got herself out of there
I see they put me on memes and things
Don't speak on my life without knowin' the real
Eight figures a year, what it cost me to live
Don't hold it, just say what you feel but
Watch your mouth 'fore I fly out your bitch (where?)
To a place that she didn't know exist (gone)
Mediterranean, water my wrist (bitch)
Keepin' 'em pissed, how I'm talkin' my shit
Six-figure check for a show, man I'm lit (lit)
Let's celebrate now my bag legit (go)
These niggas with me with whatever I'm with (yeah)
Didn't know who did it, got everybody hit, bitch (brrt)
I don't like niggas, I don't like bitches
I don't like nobody (nobody, nobody)
We can get gangsta, we can keep it cordial
How you wanna go 'bout it? (How you wanna do it?)
I don't backtrack, man, f*ck that, I don't miss nobody (I don't miss nothin')
Left it on seen, I ain't write back, I don't trust nobody (period)
I just looked at my wrist, I got time today
F*ck it, I'm crossin' the line today
These bitches'll cry, be lyin' to your face (facts)
Slicker than us, gotta know how they play
If the money wasn't straight, she wouldn't be here today
Ain't it man, sure know what to say
You ain't me so it's hard to relate (what?)
How much cash I f*ck off every day (Big Bagg)
Don't play with me, baby, go play with your pussy
You see him in person, these niggas be shookin'
A huncho it cost you a Quavo to book me
I'm worth it, the proof in the pudding
Surrounded by bitches (four of 'em)
I'm lookin' like William but they ain't my girlfriends (nah)
Bruh, I'ma spin on your block back to back
When they finish it look like the world end (dawg)
I ain't ask for it, they did it to me (what?)
Niggas exposin' they hands for free
Get caught in the middle, that's bullseye (get it too)
You got hit but we was targetin' he (him)
Poppin' my shit with a capital P (caps)
SRT, Redeye, red key (vroom)
Might be ugly but my bitch precious (bad)
She ain't even sneeze but still I bless her (achoo)
I don't like niggas, I don't like bitches
I don't like nobody (nobody, nobody)
We can get gangsta, we can keep it cordial
How you wanna go 'bout it? (How you wanna do it?)
I don't backtrack, man, f*ck that, I don't miss nobody (I don't miss nothin')
Left it on seen, I ain't write back, I don't trust nobody (period)
I just looked at my wrist, I got time today
F*ck it, I'm crossin' the line today
I just looked at my wrist, I got time today
F*ck it, I'm crossin' the line today
I just looked at my wrist, I got time today
F*ck it, I'm crossin' the line today
F*ck it, I'm crossin' the line today
The hate be so real, the love be fake
Be bumpin' they gums and bumpin' my tape
Don't go against me then ask for my help
Go get out your feelings and get it yourself
Might got the same shoes but you ain't gon' step (nope)
The shit that you just put out, you could've kept, yep
She got a nigga, he gotta share (why?)
You can't compete when you can't compare (period)
She ate the dick through my underwear (uh)
Got up and got herself out of there
I see they put me on memes and things
Don't speak on my life without knowin' the real
Eight figures a year, what it cost me to live
Don't hold it, just say what you feel but
Watch your mouth 'fore I fly out your bitch (where?)
To a place that she didn't know exist (gone)
Mediterranean, water my wrist (bitch)
Keepin' 'em pissed, how I'm talkin' my shit
Six-figure check for a show, man I'm lit (lit)
Let's celebrate now my bag legit (go)
These niggas with me with whatever I'm with (yeah)
Didn't know who did it, got everybody hit, bitch (brrt)
I don't like niggas, I don't like bitches
I don't like nobody (nobody, nobody)
We can get gangsta, we can keep it cordial
How you wanna go 'bout it? (How you wanna do it?)
I don't backtrack, man, f*ck that, I don't miss nobody (I don't miss nothin')
Left it on seen, I ain't write back, I don't trust nobody (period)
I just looked at my wrist, I got time today
F*ck it, I'm crossin' the line today
These bitches'll cry, be lyin' to your face (facts)
Slicker than us, gotta know how they play
If the money wasn't straight, she wouldn't be here today
Ain't it man, sure know what to say
You ain't me so it's hard to relate (what?)
How much cash I f*ck off every day (Big Bagg)
Don't play with me, baby, go play with your pussy
You see him in person, these niggas be shookin'
A huncho it cost you a Quavo to book me
I'm worth it, the proof in the pudding
Surrounded by bitches (four of 'em)
I'm lookin' like William but they ain't my girlfriends (nah)
Bruh, I'ma spin on your block back to back
When they finish it look like the world end (dawg)
I ain't ask for it, they did it to me (what?)
Niggas exposin' they hands for free
Get caught in the middle, that's bullseye (get it too)
You got hit but we was targetin' he (him)
Poppin' my shit with a capital P (caps)
SRT, Redeye, red key (vroom)
Might be ugly but my bitch precious (bad)
She ain't even sneeze but still I bless her (achoo)
I don't like niggas, I don't like bitches
I don't like nobody (nobody, nobody)
We can get gangsta, we can keep it cordial
How you wanna go 'bout it? (How you wanna do it?)
I don't backtrack, man, f*ck that, I don't miss nobody (I don't miss nothin')
Left it on seen, I ain't write back, I don't trust nobody (period)
I just looked at my wrist, I got time today
F*ck it, I'm crossin' the line today
I just looked at my wrist, I got time today
F*ck it, I'm crossin' the line today
I just looked at my wrist, I got time today
F*ck it, I'm crossin' the line today
Writer: Christopher Pearson, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Jorres Nelson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, MIME MUSIC WORLDWIDE, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, MIME MUSIC WORLDWIDE, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Interlude
Yeah, what's going on?
Yeah, first and foremost man, long live-, long live Nuski
Man, you know what I'm saying?
Free me man, you know what I'm saying
Yeah, from the jailhouse to the streets
Man, you know what I'm saying?
First off get the streets together, knew this the game
They know my life a movie, they wanna put me in the frames
Either you gon' live with it or nothing to maintain
We ain't on the same track, you can't land on this train
Just know by swimmin' in the deep end
Let pressure build up, you can't give in
To take this pain away
I'm poppin' Percs' and drinking Henn', yeah
Where I'm from known to make you chase, yeah
You have one minute remaining
And hard times left me traumatized
Three months of being incarcerated when Nuski and my momma died
My soul crying, my brain fried, I can't think
Gotta keep my head above water, I can't let myself sink
Family undefeated 'cause they labeled me a menace
Please don't test me, and they curse you when you coming from them trenches
You was triple crossin' my lil' nigga, when I see 'em, I can't miss 'em
Looking at my mama picture wishing I can kiss her
Yeah, from the jailhouse to streets, man
I'ma come off, alright man you know what I'm saying?
This shit don't stop 'cause a nigga got popped, you know what I'm saying?
Bread Gang the brand
I'ma die it, I'ma lie for it, man
You know what I'm saying? Yeah
Yeah, first and foremost man, long live-, long live Nuski
Man, you know what I'm saying?
Free me man, you know what I'm saying
Yeah, from the jailhouse to the streets
Man, you know what I'm saying?
First off get the streets together, knew this the game
They know my life a movie, they wanna put me in the frames
Either you gon' live with it or nothing to maintain
We ain't on the same track, you can't land on this train
Just know by swimmin' in the deep end
Let pressure build up, you can't give in
To take this pain away
I'm poppin' Percs' and drinking Henn', yeah
Where I'm from known to make you chase, yeah
You have one minute remaining
And hard times left me traumatized
Three months of being incarcerated when Nuski and my momma died
My soul crying, my brain fried, I can't think
Gotta keep my head above water, I can't let myself sink
Family undefeated 'cause they labeled me a menace
Please don't test me, and they curse you when you coming from them trenches
You was triple crossin' my lil' nigga, when I see 'em, I can't miss 'em
Looking at my mama picture wishing I can kiss her
Yeah, from the jailhouse to streets, man
I'ma come off, alright man you know what I'm saying?
This shit don't stop 'cause a nigga got popped, you know what I'm saying?
Bread Gang the brand
I'ma die it, I'ma lie for it, man
You know what I'm saying? Yeah
Writer: Alfred Robinson, Demario Dewayne White Jr., rickkromero, Taureon Hailey
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Free Promo
Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh-uh
I can't hold none of this back
Go
It'll break my heart if a nigga that I be with every day
Get in that room and turn state (my worst fear)
I'm still healin' from some scars (like what?)
My daddy called me on my birthday
Didn't even tell me, he just asked me for some cake
Whenever you speak your mind they say you crazy and call you fake (I ain't)
Thought I was through sippin' but bruh got off papers today (po' up)
Ain't skip no line, I sacrificed now I'm havin' my way (just look)
Don't need no therapist, I vent to myself and my safe (money talk)
Niggas sayin' they gon' slide for me, but ain't bust they own fire
My opps ain't even worth killin', that don't change the fact they need to die
Showed what's her name I stand on business (how?), put 'em in a suite and tie
There was a switch, the suspect shot once, victim hit a lot of times
When I lost Elo it rained hard that day outside
I'ma keep this shit so street with 'em, you do this shit for clout
How the f*ck you say you real when everything I see is cap?
If I got paid for what they think 'bout me I'd probably lose the count
Don't need promo at this point 'cause they gon' do that word of mouth
Nigga I was ten toes on the front even when the snow was fallin'
I used to always have a vision me and bro was ballin'
But if he ain't mean it, thinkin' maybe he ain't wanna cross me
So many people come and go it's like that door revolvin'
Had my first repass at nine then I start goin' often
Lamp had a frown on his face like he ain't want a coffin
Know my lil' son gotta eat so I'm a workaholic
If this ain't greatness then I really don't know what to call it
Bro was sixteen, think his killer 'round the same age
The hood cried when twin 'nem died, I felt the same rage
But we gon' lose if we ain't never on the same page, hmm
Gotta keep my head up 'til them days fade
I'ma keep this shit so street with 'em, you do this shit for clout
How the f*ck you say you real when everything I see is cap?
If I got paid for what they think 'bout me I'd probably lose the count
Don't need promo at this point 'cause they gon' do that word of mouth (let's get it)
I'm takin' Ecstasy like Percocets, it clutch my teeth (yeah, yeah)
I claim the voice but when he died he left his pain with me (let's get it)
J Money died I was OT, I wish he came with me (wish he came with me)
Two hunnid cash, we on his ass, you know he the same as me
Used to ride around with two or three pounds inside the Subaru (that's a Subaru)
And I'm most wanted, two hunnid cash on my new bullet proof (bullet proof)
Watch yo' niggas inside yo' circle, whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Know a killer who told on a killer, oh, oh, oh (oh, oh, oh)
Even though I'm fightin' my case, these niggas be fake, I keep my pole (keep my pole)
I can't serve you at the lo' 'cause you can't get my lo' (can't get my lo')
These niggas be bitch, they hoes, these niggas tryna act like they my bro
Can't convince me you a killer 'cause you steady up yo' pole
You a bitch nigga
(Turn me up YC)
(Think we found a loophole)
I can't hold none of this back
Go
It'll break my heart if a nigga that I be with every day
Get in that room and turn state (my worst fear)
I'm still healin' from some scars (like what?)
My daddy called me on my birthday
Didn't even tell me, he just asked me for some cake
Whenever you speak your mind they say you crazy and call you fake (I ain't)
Thought I was through sippin' but bruh got off papers today (po' up)
Ain't skip no line, I sacrificed now I'm havin' my way (just look)
Don't need no therapist, I vent to myself and my safe (money talk)
Niggas sayin' they gon' slide for me, but ain't bust they own fire
My opps ain't even worth killin', that don't change the fact they need to die
Showed what's her name I stand on business (how?), put 'em in a suite and tie
There was a switch, the suspect shot once, victim hit a lot of times
When I lost Elo it rained hard that day outside
I'ma keep this shit so street with 'em, you do this shit for clout
How the f*ck you say you real when everything I see is cap?
If I got paid for what they think 'bout me I'd probably lose the count
Don't need promo at this point 'cause they gon' do that word of mouth
Nigga I was ten toes on the front even when the snow was fallin'
I used to always have a vision me and bro was ballin'
But if he ain't mean it, thinkin' maybe he ain't wanna cross me
So many people come and go it's like that door revolvin'
Had my first repass at nine then I start goin' often
Lamp had a frown on his face like he ain't want a coffin
Know my lil' son gotta eat so I'm a workaholic
If this ain't greatness then I really don't know what to call it
Bro was sixteen, think his killer 'round the same age
The hood cried when twin 'nem died, I felt the same rage
But we gon' lose if we ain't never on the same page, hmm
Gotta keep my head up 'til them days fade
I'ma keep this shit so street with 'em, you do this shit for clout
How the f*ck you say you real when everything I see is cap?
If I got paid for what they think 'bout me I'd probably lose the count
Don't need promo at this point 'cause they gon' do that word of mouth (let's get it)
I'm takin' Ecstasy like Percocets, it clutch my teeth (yeah, yeah)
I claim the voice but when he died he left his pain with me (let's get it)
J Money died I was OT, I wish he came with me (wish he came with me)
Two hunnid cash, we on his ass, you know he the same as me
Used to ride around with two or three pounds inside the Subaru (that's a Subaru)
And I'm most wanted, two hunnid cash on my new bullet proof (bullet proof)
Watch yo' niggas inside yo' circle, whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Know a killer who told on a killer, oh, oh, oh (oh, oh, oh)
Even though I'm fightin' my case, these niggas be fake, I keep my pole (keep my pole)
I can't serve you at the lo' 'cause you can't get my lo' (can't get my lo')
These niggas be bitch, they hoes, these niggas tryna act like they my bro
Can't convince me you a killer 'cause you steady up yo' pole
You a bitch nigga
(Turn me up YC)
(Think we found a loophole)
Writer: Christopher Pearson, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Durk Banks, Javar Rockamore, Michael Sheldon Ferguson, Robert Reese, Taurus Tremani Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © SHELDON FERGUSON PRODUCTIONS, The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © SHELDON FERGUSON PRODUCTIONS, The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Hate It Here
(Red dead, I'm still f*ckin' bumpin', bro)
It's like she love me but she hate the way I treat her doggish (hate the way I)
I'm 'posed to pulled up yesterday that pussy soggy (ugh-ugh)
Go to my other bitch house when we get to arguin' (soon as we get to)
We love and hate it here we don't know what to call it (got no name)
She said it's never 'bout a ho it's 'bout the nigga
Doin' all type of shit to get at me, I got her bitter
It be crazy (back and forth), just was blushin', now you fussin'
First you hate me (I can't do it), then say you love me while we f*ckin' (toxic)
Ask for my opinion on her weave 'fore she go get it done (I said)
"I like when yo' hair red", she responds, "Blondes have more fun" (show me)
Sent for you I'm missin' you, I'm thirsty, girl, come gimme some (come)
Know that dick was good, I heard her moanin' after we got done (uh)
Next day had a minor disagreement, ho called herself leavin'
You ain't never love a nigga if it's that easy (fake)
Shit be killin' me how she start shit then turn around and play victim
She like she hate it her, I'ma cheater I told her, "Hurt people, hurt people"
Shit, I hate it here sometime, but I wouldn't wanna be no where else (I swear)
Then you come with somethin' else shit be right then it go left
With that lame shit in yo' feelings, why you go and post we single
Knowin' I'ma pull up later and feed you ding-a-ling dinner (you know that, ugh)
It's like she love me but she hate the way I treat her doggish (hate the way I)
I'm 'posed to pulled up yesterday that pussy soggy (ugh-ugh)
Go to my other bitch house when we get to arguin' (soon as we get to)
We love and hate it here we don't know what to call it (got no name)
She said it's never 'bout a ho it's 'bout the nigga
Doin' all type of shit to get at me, I got her bitter
It be crazy (back and forth), just was blushin', now you fussin'
First you hate me (I can't do it), then say you love me while we f*ckin' (toxic)
It's like she love me but she hate the way I treat her doggish (hate the way I)
I'm 'posed to pulled up yesterday that pussy soggy (ugh-ugh)
Go to my other bitch house when we get to arguin' (soon as we get to)
We love and hate it here we don't know what to call it (got no name)
She said it's never 'bout a ho it's 'bout the nigga
Doin' all type of shit to get at me, I got her bitter
It be crazy (back and forth), just was blushin', now you fussin'
First you hate me (I can't do it), then say you love me while we f*ckin' (toxic)
Ask for my opinion on her weave 'fore she go get it done (I said)
"I like when yo' hair red", she responds, "Blondes have more fun" (show me)
Sent for you I'm missin' you, I'm thirsty, girl, come gimme some (come)
Know that dick was good, I heard her moanin' after we got done (uh)
Next day had a minor disagreement, ho called herself leavin'
You ain't never love a nigga if it's that easy (fake)
Shit be killin' me how she start shit then turn around and play victim
She like she hate it her, I'ma cheater I told her, "Hurt people, hurt people"
Shit, I hate it here sometime, but I wouldn't wanna be no where else (I swear)
Then you come with somethin' else shit be right then it go left
With that lame shit in yo' feelings, why you go and post we single
Knowin' I'ma pull up later and feed you ding-a-ling dinner (you know that, ugh)
It's like she love me but she hate the way I treat her doggish (hate the way I)
I'm 'posed to pulled up yesterday that pussy soggy (ugh-ugh)
Go to my other bitch house when we get to arguin' (soon as we get to)
We love and hate it here we don't know what to call it (got no name)
She said it's never 'bout a ho it's 'bout the nigga
Doin' all type of shit to get at me, I got her bitter
It be crazy (back and forth), just was blushin', now you fussin'
First you hate me (I can't do it), then say you love me while we f*ckin' (toxic)
Writer: Amman Nurania, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Jorres Nelson
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, APM MUSIC ASSOCIATED PRODUCTION MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, APM MUSIC ASSOCIATED PRODUCTION MUSIC
Love It Here
It get worse 'fore it get better
Just make sure you mean it before you say them four letters
Feel like this could be forever
I ain't tryna pick for you, but it's now or never
The streets and you, I be torn between the two
Got to a point I was lyin' to keep you
Knowin' she just talkin', but she talkin' 'bout how she through
I'm like, "Bitch, stop playin' with me, find you somethin' safe to do"
They want my attention, but you saw me play it cool
I really paid dues, your foot couldn't fit inside my shoes
I'm stamped where I'm from, I ain't got nothin' else to prove
Tryna better my position, I had no choice but to choose
Your bitch see what you don't see when them niggas actin' fool
If shit pop off right now, who you really know gon' shoot?
Mean, but lovey-dovey, gangsta when she in public
F*ck her she talkin' slutty, left it in when I nutted
Trouble in paradise, sometimes it be
Pointless if we ain't on the same time, it be
Listen, quit talkin' over me when I be tryna speak
Her vibe like the guys, so I call her my G
Trouble in paradise, sometimes it be
Pointless if we ain't on the same time, it be
Listen, quit talkin' over me when I be tryna speak
Her vibe like the guys, so I call her my G
So I call her my G, so I call her my G, so I call her my G
Just make sure you mean it before you say them four letters
Feel like this could be forever
I ain't tryna pick for you, but it's now or never
The streets and you, I be torn between the two
Got to a point I was lyin' to keep you
Knowin' she just talkin', but she talkin' 'bout how she through
I'm like, "Bitch, stop playin' with me, find you somethin' safe to do"
They want my attention, but you saw me play it cool
I really paid dues, your foot couldn't fit inside my shoes
I'm stamped where I'm from, I ain't got nothin' else to prove
Tryna better my position, I had no choice but to choose
Your bitch see what you don't see when them niggas actin' fool
If shit pop off right now, who you really know gon' shoot?
Mean, but lovey-dovey, gangsta when she in public
F*ck her she talkin' slutty, left it in when I nutted
Trouble in paradise, sometimes it be
Pointless if we ain't on the same time, it be
Listen, quit talkin' over me when I be tryna speak
Her vibe like the guys, so I call her my G
Trouble in paradise, sometimes it be
Pointless if we ain't on the same time, it be
Listen, quit talkin' over me when I be tryna speak
Her vibe like the guys, so I call her my G
So I call her my G, so I call her my G, so I call her my G
Writer: Aiden Crane, Darius Henry, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Joel Schindler, Jon Lazri, Joseph Langston
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Clear da Air
Federal, federal, federal, federal, fed
Who? Wow, he was talkin' to me?
Man, put that shit in a envelop, put a address on it
We don't do diss songs, we clear the air
Go
Niggas be lyin' like they raw (lie)
Forty-eight hunnid my cough
Put my lil' bitch in a loft (in the spot)
"Keep your eyes on the bread", I told her (stay focused)
I threw some diamonds in the Audemars (Avatar)
Coulda went and bought a car (went and bought a car)
Open that Truffle bag full of Za (right there)
We gon' smoke 'til tomorrow (twenty-four)
I might keep these pints for the drought
Then break 'em back out like I'm taxin' (havin')
I do the white Ones, least four times a week
I still dress like I'm trappin' (dope boy)
I don't care how gangsta you is or what you did
That paper work got your name in it (gone on)
Ain't with that fake shit, by the time they started showin' love
I was straight then (I don't even want none)
I'm double G, I put my bitches in double C's (three)
Turned a Section 8 house to a Double Tree (trap)
Real niggas and hittas they run with me (gang)
BGE I'm protectin' the company (Bread)
I done took the label to a whole other level (gone)
Now they respectin' my mind more
On a money spree
She been thinkin' 'bout breakin' up with me (why?)
I don't make time for her
I'm goin' in from the back
She like when my hands on her neck (ooh)
Give her that demon affect (ugh)
Blow her head up with a lie (how?)
Tell her, her pussy the best
Don't disrespect me with no treesha (no)
It's either Wock' or the Tech (pick)
Chargin' a hunnid a set (yeah)
Can you get higher than that? (Huh?)
Smoke and then count up a check on the way to the jet
Send a blitz out a stolo (go, go)
You the law, you the po-po (twelve)
F*ckin' your bitch, I got mojo (ugh)
Keep it on me, I ain't dolo (right now)
Racks on me, loaded potato (right now)
Can't name a place where I can't go (no, no)
I better not trip, I replace hoes (swap out)
I'm in that "don't give a f*ck mode" (federal, federal)
Niggas be lyin' like they raw (lie)
Forty-eight hunnid my cough
Put my lil' bitch in a loft (in the spot)
"Keep your eyes on the bread", I told her (stay focused)
I threw some diamonds in the Audemars (Avatar)
Coulda went and bought a car (went and bought a car)
Open that Truffle bag full of Za (right there)
We gon' smoke 'til tomorrow (twenty-four)
I might keep these pints for the drought
Then break 'em back out like I'm taxin' (havin')
I do the white Ones, least four times a week
I still dress like I'm trappin' (dope boy)
I don't care how gangsta you is or what you did
That paper work got your name in it (gone on)
Ain't with that fake shit, by the time they started showin' love
I was straight then (I don't even want none)
Man, this shit crazy (how?)
I put the drip on daily (real)
Like it's a special occasion (soft)
Know what I'm blazin'
Dang, my eyes on Asian like me and Johnny related (haha)
Niggas wait 'til they get money and get gangsta
That's the type of shit that flush me (flush me)
F*ck you niggas and your support
You just act like it, you don't love me
I'm better than I was 'fore I started
When you gettin' real money, you don't bargain
Chrome Heart camo hat, niggas flodgin'
I told her, "Come and eat me like you starvin'"
Even in high school I was mobbin' (what that mean?)
Trappin', breakin' bitches, robbin' (on that)
Ain't know I was gon' be this (nah)
But I knew I was gon' get me some money regardless (true)
Niggas be lyin' like they raw (lie)
Forty-eight hunnid my cough
Put my lil' bitch in a loft (in the spot)
"Keep your eyes on the bread", I told her (stay focused)
I threw some diamonds in the Audemars (Avatar)
Coulda went and bought a car (went and bought a car)
Open that Truffle bag full of Za (right there)
We gon' smoke 'til tomorrow (twenty-four)
I might keep these pints for the drought
Then break 'em back out like I'm taxin' (havin')
I do the white Ones, least four times a week
I still dress like I'm trappin' (dope boy)
I don't care how gangsta you is or what you did
That paper work got your name in it (gone on)
Ain't with that fake shit, by the time they started showin' love
I was straight then (I don't even want none)
(Turn me up YC, turn me up YC)
(Real Red, I'm still f*ckin' bumpin', bro)
Who? Wow, he was talkin' to me?
Man, put that shit in a envelop, put a address on it
We don't do diss songs, we clear the air
Go
Niggas be lyin' like they raw (lie)
Forty-eight hunnid my cough
Put my lil' bitch in a loft (in the spot)
"Keep your eyes on the bread", I told her (stay focused)
I threw some diamonds in the Audemars (Avatar)
Coulda went and bought a car (went and bought a car)
Open that Truffle bag full of Za (right there)
We gon' smoke 'til tomorrow (twenty-four)
I might keep these pints for the drought
Then break 'em back out like I'm taxin' (havin')
I do the white Ones, least four times a week
I still dress like I'm trappin' (dope boy)
I don't care how gangsta you is or what you did
That paper work got your name in it (gone on)
Ain't with that fake shit, by the time they started showin' love
I was straight then (I don't even want none)
I'm double G, I put my bitches in double C's (three)
Turned a Section 8 house to a Double Tree (trap)
Real niggas and hittas they run with me (gang)
BGE I'm protectin' the company (Bread)
I done took the label to a whole other level (gone)
Now they respectin' my mind more
On a money spree
She been thinkin' 'bout breakin' up with me (why?)
I don't make time for her
I'm goin' in from the back
She like when my hands on her neck (ooh)
Give her that demon affect (ugh)
Blow her head up with a lie (how?)
Tell her, her pussy the best
Don't disrespect me with no treesha (no)
It's either Wock' or the Tech (pick)
Chargin' a hunnid a set (yeah)
Can you get higher than that? (Huh?)
Smoke and then count up a check on the way to the jet
Send a blitz out a stolo (go, go)
You the law, you the po-po (twelve)
F*ckin' your bitch, I got mojo (ugh)
Keep it on me, I ain't dolo (right now)
Racks on me, loaded potato (right now)
Can't name a place where I can't go (no, no)
I better not trip, I replace hoes (swap out)
I'm in that "don't give a f*ck mode" (federal, federal)
Niggas be lyin' like they raw (lie)
Forty-eight hunnid my cough
Put my lil' bitch in a loft (in the spot)
"Keep your eyes on the bread", I told her (stay focused)
I threw some diamonds in the Audemars (Avatar)
Coulda went and bought a car (went and bought a car)
Open that Truffle bag full of Za (right there)
We gon' smoke 'til tomorrow (twenty-four)
I might keep these pints for the drought
Then break 'em back out like I'm taxin' (havin')
I do the white Ones, least four times a week
I still dress like I'm trappin' (dope boy)
I don't care how gangsta you is or what you did
That paper work got your name in it (gone on)
Ain't with that fake shit, by the time they started showin' love
I was straight then (I don't even want none)
Man, this shit crazy (how?)
I put the drip on daily (real)
Like it's a special occasion (soft)
Know what I'm blazin'
Dang, my eyes on Asian like me and Johnny related (haha)
Niggas wait 'til they get money and get gangsta
That's the type of shit that flush me (flush me)
F*ck you niggas and your support
You just act like it, you don't love me
I'm better than I was 'fore I started
When you gettin' real money, you don't bargain
Chrome Heart camo hat, niggas flodgin'
I told her, "Come and eat me like you starvin'"
Even in high school I was mobbin' (what that mean?)
Trappin', breakin' bitches, robbin' (on that)
Ain't know I was gon' be this (nah)
But I knew I was gon' get me some money regardless (true)
Niggas be lyin' like they raw (lie)
Forty-eight hunnid my cough
Put my lil' bitch in a loft (in the spot)
"Keep your eyes on the bread", I told her (stay focused)
I threw some diamonds in the Audemars (Avatar)
Coulda went and bought a car (went and bought a car)
Open that Truffle bag full of Za (right there)
We gon' smoke 'til tomorrow (twenty-four)
I might keep these pints for the drought
Then break 'em back out like I'm taxin' (havin')
I do the white Ones, least four times a week
I still dress like I'm trappin' (dope boy)
I don't care how gangsta you is or what you did
That paper work got your name in it (gone on)
Ain't with that fake shit, by the time they started showin' love
I was straight then (I don't even want none)
(Turn me up YC, turn me up YC)
(Real Red, I'm still f*ckin' bumpin', bro)
Writer: Christian Greene, Christopher Pearson, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Jorres Nelson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, APM MUSIC ASSOCIATED PRODUCTION MUSIC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, APM MUSIC ASSOCIATED PRODUCTION MUSIC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Projects
I don't stay in the projects
I don't stay in the projects (yeah)
I-I don't stay in the projects (hey, yeah)
I don't stay in the projects (hey, ayy)
I'm still in the projects, Section 8 (yeah)
Matter fact I was just over there (yeah)
Went to my ghetto bitch spot in the back (parked)
Sat on the porch while she braid up my hair
The trap open wide everybody outside
Knock on the door twice if you wanna three-five
My nigga keep loud, but he sell it quiet
'Cause niggas be 12, that's seven plus five (ayy)
You ever sold candy to the candy lady?
Mama worked all the time, I was grandma baby (spoiled)
Jumped off the porch, picked up a .380 (baow)
It jammed a couple times, thank God I made it (amen)
Fast forward I picked up a Glock
Put one hunnid shots in my .300 chop' (blatt)
Cruisin' down Collins, my arm out the window
Sapphire Richard, you see through my watch (eat it up)
Came from nothin', no rear view gang, I'm not lookin' back (not lookin' back)
If you ever gave your word, then you must stand on that (stand on that)
I got members where I grew up, they're still flippin' packs
Just jumped off a private, took ten black trucks to the projects (go)
Came from nothin', no rear view gang, I'm not lookin' back (not lookin' back)
If you ever gave your word, then you must stand on that (stand on that)
I got members where I grew up, they're still flippin' packs
Just jumped off a private (where you at?), took ten black trucks to the projects (go)
Gotta pay what you weigh if you tryna get 'em (why?)
Comin' out the house be too expensive
Before rap it was ten mile apartment projects
Where the Bloods into it with the Hoover niggas (remember?)
Used to stay in True Religion denim
Now Amiri, these racks can't even fit up in 'em
F*ck with the lil' ho upstairs from me
She gon' get me a rental, fried chicken for dinner (ratchet)
12 hit the block, nothin' stopped, still gettin' it
But we shut down shop every Tuesday and Thursday (narc)
Slid four deep in a steamin' Suburban (what happened?)
Slam on the opp block, Julius Irving (brrt)
Them niggas trappin', but they weed ain't exotic
They boilin' the drank and they water whippin' (ah)
Turn my struggle to money I made 'em feel me
It was hard to believe now they know I'm different (go)
I come from where you can get crossed on the move (Memphis)
Back seat gon' treat 'em like Boo Boo the Fool (clown)
Riskin' my setup, put him in my casa
You gotta die too since you vouched for that dude (yeah)
'Member Hi-Tech was like forty a line (miss it)
Now it's discontinued, too hard to find (goen)
Eighteen years old, I committed that crime
Walked that shit down eleven to twenty-nine
In the projects
Came from nothin', no rear view gang, I'm not lookin' back (not lookin' back)
If you ever gave your word, then you must stand on that (stand on that)
I got members where I grew up, they're still flippin' packs
Just jumped off a private (yeah), took ten black trucks to the projects (go)
Came from nothin', no rear view gang, I'm not lookin' back (not lookin' back)
If you ever gave your word, then you must stand on that (stand on that)
I got members where I grew up, they're still flippin' packs
Just jumped off a private (where you at?), took ten black trucks to the projects (go)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I don't stay in the projects (hey, ayy)
I don't stay in the projects (yeah, yeah)
I-I don't stay in the projects (hey, yeah)
I don't stay in the projects (hey)
I don't stay in the projects (yeah)
I-I don't stay in the projects (hey, yeah)
I don't stay in the projects (hey, ayy)
I'm still in the projects, Section 8 (yeah)
Matter fact I was just over there (yeah)
Went to my ghetto bitch spot in the back (parked)
Sat on the porch while she braid up my hair
The trap open wide everybody outside
Knock on the door twice if you wanna three-five
My nigga keep loud, but he sell it quiet
'Cause niggas be 12, that's seven plus five (ayy)
You ever sold candy to the candy lady?
Mama worked all the time, I was grandma baby (spoiled)
Jumped off the porch, picked up a .380 (baow)
It jammed a couple times, thank God I made it (amen)
Fast forward I picked up a Glock
Put one hunnid shots in my .300 chop' (blatt)
Cruisin' down Collins, my arm out the window
Sapphire Richard, you see through my watch (eat it up)
Came from nothin', no rear view gang, I'm not lookin' back (not lookin' back)
If you ever gave your word, then you must stand on that (stand on that)
I got members where I grew up, they're still flippin' packs
Just jumped off a private, took ten black trucks to the projects (go)
Came from nothin', no rear view gang, I'm not lookin' back (not lookin' back)
If you ever gave your word, then you must stand on that (stand on that)
I got members where I grew up, they're still flippin' packs
Just jumped off a private (where you at?), took ten black trucks to the projects (go)
Gotta pay what you weigh if you tryna get 'em (why?)
Comin' out the house be too expensive
Before rap it was ten mile apartment projects
Where the Bloods into it with the Hoover niggas (remember?)
Used to stay in True Religion denim
Now Amiri, these racks can't even fit up in 'em
F*ck with the lil' ho upstairs from me
She gon' get me a rental, fried chicken for dinner (ratchet)
12 hit the block, nothin' stopped, still gettin' it
But we shut down shop every Tuesday and Thursday (narc)
Slid four deep in a steamin' Suburban (what happened?)
Slam on the opp block, Julius Irving (brrt)
Them niggas trappin', but they weed ain't exotic
They boilin' the drank and they water whippin' (ah)
Turn my struggle to money I made 'em feel me
It was hard to believe now they know I'm different (go)
I come from where you can get crossed on the move (Memphis)
Back seat gon' treat 'em like Boo Boo the Fool (clown)
Riskin' my setup, put him in my casa
You gotta die too since you vouched for that dude (yeah)
'Member Hi-Tech was like forty a line (miss it)
Now it's discontinued, too hard to find (goen)
Eighteen years old, I committed that crime
Walked that shit down eleven to twenty-nine
In the projects
Came from nothin', no rear view gang, I'm not lookin' back (not lookin' back)
If you ever gave your word, then you must stand on that (stand on that)
I got members where I grew up, they're still flippin' packs
Just jumped off a private (yeah), took ten black trucks to the projects (go)
Came from nothin', no rear view gang, I'm not lookin' back (not lookin' back)
If you ever gave your word, then you must stand on that (stand on that)
I got members where I grew up, they're still flippin' packs
Just jumped off a private (where you at?), took ten black trucks to the projects (go)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I don't stay in the projects (hey, ayy)
I don't stay in the projects (yeah, yeah)
I-I don't stay in the projects (hey, yeah)
I don't stay in the projects (hey)
Writer: Chad Hugo, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Pharrell Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
One of Dem Nights
Oh, yeah
I really love the way you love me, it's the passion for me
I know you the realest 'cause you do anything for me, yeah
I don't want nothin' else, I need you to myself
It is without a doubt, baby, I can not help it
It's the way you treat my little booty like I got a big ol' booty
Always keep me in the mood and give me that dick when I'm moody
Just to soothe me, ooh-wee, you be doin' it just right
It is always one of those nights
It's gon' be one of them nights (one of those nights)
It's gon' be one of them nights (one of them nights)
It's gon' be one of them nights, pussy print show through them tights
Tell me that it's mine and only mine, don't make me ask you twice
Ride with me, keep it G
L-U-V, it's the loyalty for me, your energy, uh
L-U-V love, ride with me, thug
You get nasty, duh, X-rated uncut
Face unique, don't need no beat
Her physique is givin' me blessed, is she top notch? Yes (yes)
So she deserve more, not less (I guess)
So I still slut her out then spoil her (real life)
She a dime, hit the store spent a quarter (two-five)
Big Bagg, she in love with my aura (my swag)
Got her wetter than the water in Florida
Drinkin' and smokin', I'm high and I'm geeked
Controllin' the traffic wherever I be
From the bottom but trapped at the top of the streets
Pussy tastin' like star fruit, that's all that she eat (hmm)
Ratchet, but look like a model to me
It's the gangsta in me that do somethin' for her
One minute she through, but I'm knowin' what's up
I'm hustlin', she say I don't f*ck her enough
It's gon' be one of them nights (one of those nights)
It's gon' be one of them nights (one of them nights)
It's gon' be one of them nights, pussy print show through them tights
Tell me that is mine and only mine, don't make me ask you twice
Ride with me, keep it G
L-U-V, it's the loyalty for me, your energy, uh
L-U-V love, ride with me, thug
You get nasty, duh, X-rated uncut
Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I really love the way you love me, it's the passion for me
I know you the realest 'cause you do anything for me, yeah
I don't want nothin' else, I need you to myself
It is without a doubt, baby, I can not help it
It's the way you treat my little booty like I got a big ol' booty
Always keep me in the mood and give me that dick when I'm moody
Just to soothe me, ooh-wee, you be doin' it just right
It is always one of those nights
It's gon' be one of them nights (one of those nights)
It's gon' be one of them nights (one of them nights)
It's gon' be one of them nights, pussy print show through them tights
Tell me that it's mine and only mine, don't make me ask you twice
Ride with me, keep it G
L-U-V, it's the loyalty for me, your energy, uh
L-U-V love, ride with me, thug
You get nasty, duh, X-rated uncut
Face unique, don't need no beat
Her physique is givin' me blessed, is she top notch? Yes (yes)
So she deserve more, not less (I guess)
So I still slut her out then spoil her (real life)
She a dime, hit the store spent a quarter (two-five)
Big Bagg, she in love with my aura (my swag)
Got her wetter than the water in Florida
Drinkin' and smokin', I'm high and I'm geeked
Controllin' the traffic wherever I be
From the bottom but trapped at the top of the streets
Pussy tastin' like star fruit, that's all that she eat (hmm)
Ratchet, but look like a model to me
It's the gangsta in me that do somethin' for her
One minute she through, but I'm knowin' what's up
I'm hustlin', she say I don't f*ck her enough
It's gon' be one of them nights (one of those nights)
It's gon' be one of them nights (one of them nights)
It's gon' be one of them nights, pussy print show through them tights
Tell me that is mine and only mine, don't make me ask you twice
Ride with me, keep it G
L-U-V, it's the loyalty for me, your energy, uh
L-U-V love, ride with me, thug
You get nasty, duh, X-rated uncut
Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Writer: Christopher Pearson, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Jhene Efuru Chilombo
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
FR
Watchu mean switch it up? This how I'm gettin' paid still
My lil' nigga caught him one, now he geeked up off that kill
If I let you sit behind me, I must love you for real, for real, for real
Wakin' up on my mama couch
Lookin' for a plug just to end the drought
Reggie pounds they was on the town
Might shot ya down, keep a half a ounce
Just a lil' somethin' to smoke with a ho
I was dead broke, she couldn't tell though
Wearin' my nigga shoes and my cousin clothes
But that was way before checks hittin' now, bitches hittin' back
I'm against myself goin' tit for tat
Went through Walker Homes, havin' flash backs
Baby bottle full, not with Similac
Ain't no sense in tryna clear it up
Let 'em feel how they wanna feel
Wanna grieve, can't though
They tryna say we got they brother killed (shit crazy)
I'm trendin' now, but workin' like it's the beginnin' now
I'll kill you with the truth before I lie
And if you want smoke, we blow that fire
How you gangsta but a humble guy?
'Cause I'm still tryna catch my blessings
Big stepper, I keep my weapon
I don't 'member last time I left it
Look at me, they see a threat
Look at me, they see a check
I guess that's how they view a nigga
Learnin' from the internet
All them kids, baby mama drama
Can't judge a book bye its cover
How you know me you ain't got my number?
Five years still no fumble
Watchu mean switch it up? This how I'm gettin' paid still
My lil' nigga caught him one, now he geeked up off that kill
And if I let you sit behind me, I must love you for real
F*ck it, if I let you come around me, I must know you forreal
Never down, I upper graded, bitches f*ck who got a wave
Hope a nigga see the top before the day I see the grave
Ballin' with the same team of players I could never trade
The ones that went against me, regret it, they wish they never played
Sometimes you be movin' too fast with no time to stash
Troopers lights flashed, pulled over with seven hunnid cash
I'm tellin' them Google me, but they just tryna see ID
Food Saver saved me, they didn't even smell the half a P
You ain't sacrifice what I did, no off days, I missed birthdays
I be at my best whenever I'm mad or in a hurt phase
Forgive me if you met me on them Percs, them was the worst days
Currently I'm swimmin' in codeine, I'm on a surf wave
Watchu mean switch it up? This how I'm gettin' paid still
My lil' nigga caught him one, now he geeked up off that kill
And if I let you sit behind me, I must love you for real
F*ck it, if I let you come around me, I must know you forreal
Watchu mean switch it up? This how I'm gettin' paid still
My lil' nigga caught him one, now he geeked up off that kill
And if I let you sit behind me, I must love you for real
F*ck it, if I let you come around me, I must know you forreal
(Red dead, I'm still f*ckin' bumpin, bro)
(Run it up O)
(So you wanna play varsity?)
My lil' nigga caught him one, now he geeked up off that kill
If I let you sit behind me, I must love you for real, for real, for real
Wakin' up on my mama couch
Lookin' for a plug just to end the drought
Reggie pounds they was on the town
Might shot ya down, keep a half a ounce
Just a lil' somethin' to smoke with a ho
I was dead broke, she couldn't tell though
Wearin' my nigga shoes and my cousin clothes
But that was way before checks hittin' now, bitches hittin' back
I'm against myself goin' tit for tat
Went through Walker Homes, havin' flash backs
Baby bottle full, not with Similac
Ain't no sense in tryna clear it up
Let 'em feel how they wanna feel
Wanna grieve, can't though
They tryna say we got they brother killed (shit crazy)
I'm trendin' now, but workin' like it's the beginnin' now
I'll kill you with the truth before I lie
And if you want smoke, we blow that fire
How you gangsta but a humble guy?
'Cause I'm still tryna catch my blessings
Big stepper, I keep my weapon
I don't 'member last time I left it
Look at me, they see a threat
Look at me, they see a check
I guess that's how they view a nigga
Learnin' from the internet
All them kids, baby mama drama
Can't judge a book bye its cover
How you know me you ain't got my number?
Five years still no fumble
Watchu mean switch it up? This how I'm gettin' paid still
My lil' nigga caught him one, now he geeked up off that kill
And if I let you sit behind me, I must love you for real
F*ck it, if I let you come around me, I must know you forreal
Never down, I upper graded, bitches f*ck who got a wave
Hope a nigga see the top before the day I see the grave
Ballin' with the same team of players I could never trade
The ones that went against me, regret it, they wish they never played
Sometimes you be movin' too fast with no time to stash
Troopers lights flashed, pulled over with seven hunnid cash
I'm tellin' them Google me, but they just tryna see ID
Food Saver saved me, they didn't even smell the half a P
You ain't sacrifice what I did, no off days, I missed birthdays
I be at my best whenever I'm mad or in a hurt phase
Forgive me if you met me on them Percs, them was the worst days
Currently I'm swimmin' in codeine, I'm on a surf wave
Watchu mean switch it up? This how I'm gettin' paid still
My lil' nigga caught him one, now he geeked up off that kill
And if I let you sit behind me, I must love you for real
F*ck it, if I let you come around me, I must know you forreal
Watchu mean switch it up? This how I'm gettin' paid still
My lil' nigga caught him one, now he geeked up off that kill
And if I let you sit behind me, I must love you for real
F*ck it, if I let you come around me, I must know you forreal
(Red dead, I'm still f*ckin' bumpin, bro)
(Run it up O)
(So you wanna play varsity?)
Writer: Demario Dewayne White Jr., Javar Rockamore, Jorres Nelson, Marcus Fitzgerald Rucker Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Certified Neptunes
Go
This shit went on long enough, was patient now I'm rushin' (pew)
I'm the boss, can't vote me out, won't go like David Ruffin (won't go)
This shit done got out of hand, one show a hunnid bands (hunchin')
This sound like that countin' music, go get some rubber bands (right now)
I come from where they tell people you changed when you expand
And, I can get you knocked off while my feet in the sand
You playin', patches on my pants (what's them?), Amiri, off-white tan (gave it)
Bad bitch with a body, gimme toppy when I land
Stop tryna impress these hoes, nigga do what best fit you (nigga)
If yo' loyalty don't match mine it ain't shit with you (nothin')
I'm on that Wock', I feel like Pac, I got the juice, Bishop
Blow the money, hustle, get it back, nigga, it's that simple
They say the niggas I was with was makin' too much money (too much money)
And niggas like us was makin' too much money (too much on me)
And everything we had was costin' too much money (too much money)
And all my side bitches takin' too much from me
They say the niggas I was with was makin' too much money (too much money)
And niggas like us was makin' too much money (too much on me)
And everything we had was costin' too much money (too much money)
And all my side bitches takin' too much from me (f*ck)
Oil spill, drank stains on my Chrome Hearts make the shirt look tie-dye (purple pint)
Told my engineer Sky, "Shut me up if I lie" (you can't shush me)
I'm good in yo' hood and mine, I be on both ends (I was just there)
Didn't find out 'til I left she post me in her close friends
Hold up wait it's me again, don't look like you don't call me twin
See the whip my side bitch in? I got that off CPN (skrrt)
I'm gettin' too much money to sit up and play these the type of games I'm playin'
Get a massage in Chinatown, it's Heaven on earth, I'm Ricky Tan (on Rush Hour)
Couple chains on, one ring on, this the light kit (this the light shower)
I don't fear shit, took a big risk, now my life lit (power)
I'm on some more shit, on my own shit, I ain't on what niggas be on (nope)
Sittin' in a cock-pit with a thot chick, lil' bitch from Walker Homes
They say the niggas I was with was makin' too much money (too much money)
And niggas like us was makin' too much money (too much on me)
And everything we had was costin' too much money (too much money)
And all my side bitches takin' too much from me
They say the niggas I was with was makin' too much money (too much money)
And niggas like us was makin' too much money (too much on me)
And everything we had was costin' too much money (too much money)
And all my side bitches takin' too much from me
I been locked in
I been locked in with Pharrell
I been locked in
I been locked in with Pharrell
I just stamped him, he a member
This shit went on long enough, was patient now I'm rushin' (pew)
I'm the boss, can't vote me out, won't go like David Ruffin (won't go)
This shit done got out of hand, one show a hunnid bands (hunchin')
This sound like that countin' music, go get some rubber bands (right now)
I come from where they tell people you changed when you expand
And, I can get you knocked off while my feet in the sand
You playin', patches on my pants (what's them?), Amiri, off-white tan (gave it)
Bad bitch with a body, gimme toppy when I land
Stop tryna impress these hoes, nigga do what best fit you (nigga)
If yo' loyalty don't match mine it ain't shit with you (nothin')
I'm on that Wock', I feel like Pac, I got the juice, Bishop
Blow the money, hustle, get it back, nigga, it's that simple
They say the niggas I was with was makin' too much money (too much money)
And niggas like us was makin' too much money (too much on me)
And everything we had was costin' too much money (too much money)
And all my side bitches takin' too much from me
They say the niggas I was with was makin' too much money (too much money)
And niggas like us was makin' too much money (too much on me)
And everything we had was costin' too much money (too much money)
And all my side bitches takin' too much from me (f*ck)
Oil spill, drank stains on my Chrome Hearts make the shirt look tie-dye (purple pint)
Told my engineer Sky, "Shut me up if I lie" (you can't shush me)
I'm good in yo' hood and mine, I be on both ends (I was just there)
Didn't find out 'til I left she post me in her close friends
Hold up wait it's me again, don't look like you don't call me twin
See the whip my side bitch in? I got that off CPN (skrrt)
I'm gettin' too much money to sit up and play these the type of games I'm playin'
Get a massage in Chinatown, it's Heaven on earth, I'm Ricky Tan (on Rush Hour)
Couple chains on, one ring on, this the light kit (this the light shower)
I don't fear shit, took a big risk, now my life lit (power)
I'm on some more shit, on my own shit, I ain't on what niggas be on (nope)
Sittin' in a cock-pit with a thot chick, lil' bitch from Walker Homes
They say the niggas I was with was makin' too much money (too much money)
And niggas like us was makin' too much money (too much on me)
And everything we had was costin' too much money (too much money)
And all my side bitches takin' too much from me
They say the niggas I was with was makin' too much money (too much money)
And niggas like us was makin' too much money (too much on me)
And everything we had was costin' too much money (too much money)
And all my side bitches takin' too much from me
I been locked in
I been locked in with Pharrell
I been locked in
I been locked in with Pharrell
I just stamped him, he a member
Writer: Chad Hugo, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Pharrell Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Change Da Subject
(So-So, Soul Soundz)
(Think we found a loophole)
Gangsta pain (turn me up YC)
Gotta feel this
Give 'em your all, they gon' say you never gave 'em nothin' (never gave 'em nothin')
I go hard in this shit because I came from nothin' (because I came from nothin')
Barely had clothes, lights was off, you know my mama was strugglin'
It's bringin' tears to my eyes, I wanna change the subject (change the subject)
Yeah, no more pain and sufferin' (pain and sufferin')
They tell me, "Switch it up" but I won't change for nothin' (I can't change)
Ain't got no change on me, now I tip the waitress a hunnid
If we ain't choppin' 'bout no paper, then let's change the subject (change the subject)
In the streets I'm movin' right, just out here dodgin' 12 (strategic)
Makin' sure everybody straight, sometimes you forget yourself (that's easy)
I won't cross no one I love, but f*ck everybody else (nah for real)
Certain scars never heal, real street niggas hard to kill (can't die)
I just hope I see the top, showed they hand
I wash my hand but they ain't been doin' that a lot (straight)
I tell everybody I'm good, 'cause what you gon' do if I'm not? (Huh?)
Traumatized, I'm from the hood, won't hesitate to fire no shots (baow-baow-baow, go, yeah)
I remember mama crying 'bout her light bill (like damn)
I told mama wipe her tears, your son got a skill (we in)
Piss poor, Walker Homes didn't know what was real (lost)
Got a deal, couple niggas mad still
Give 'em your all, they gon' say you never gave 'em nothin' (never gave 'em nothin')
I go hard in this shit because I came from nothin' (because I came from nothin')
Barely had clothes, lights was off, you know my mama was strugglin'
It's bringin' tears to my eyes, I wanna change the subject (change the subject)
Yeah, no more pain and sufferin' (pain and sufferin')
They tell me, "Switch it up" but I won't change for nothin' (I can't change)
Ain't got no change on me, now I tip the waitress a hunnid
If we ain't choppin' 'bout no paper, then let's change the subject (change the subject)
(Think we found a loophole)
Gangsta pain (turn me up YC)
Gotta feel this
Give 'em your all, they gon' say you never gave 'em nothin' (never gave 'em nothin')
I go hard in this shit because I came from nothin' (because I came from nothin')
Barely had clothes, lights was off, you know my mama was strugglin'
It's bringin' tears to my eyes, I wanna change the subject (change the subject)
Yeah, no more pain and sufferin' (pain and sufferin')
They tell me, "Switch it up" but I won't change for nothin' (I can't change)
Ain't got no change on me, now I tip the waitress a hunnid
If we ain't choppin' 'bout no paper, then let's change the subject (change the subject)
In the streets I'm movin' right, just out here dodgin' 12 (strategic)
Makin' sure everybody straight, sometimes you forget yourself (that's easy)
I won't cross no one I love, but f*ck everybody else (nah for real)
Certain scars never heal, real street niggas hard to kill (can't die)
I just hope I see the top, showed they hand
I wash my hand but they ain't been doin' that a lot (straight)
I tell everybody I'm good, 'cause what you gon' do if I'm not? (Huh?)
Traumatized, I'm from the hood, won't hesitate to fire no shots (baow-baow-baow, go, yeah)
I remember mama crying 'bout her light bill (like damn)
I told mama wipe her tears, your son got a skill (we in)
Piss poor, Walker Homes didn't know what was real (lost)
Got a deal, couple niggas mad still
Give 'em your all, they gon' say you never gave 'em nothin' (never gave 'em nothin')
I go hard in this shit because I came from nothin' (because I came from nothin')
Barely had clothes, lights was off, you know my mama was strugglin'
It's bringin' tears to my eyes, I wanna change the subject (change the subject)
Yeah, no more pain and sufferin' (pain and sufferin')
They tell me, "Switch it up" but I won't change for nothin' (I can't change)
Ain't got no change on me, now I tip the waitress a hunnid
If we ain't choppin' 'bout no paper, then let's change the subject (change the subject)
Writer: Caleb McLean, Christopher Pearson, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Javar A. Rockmore
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Least Ian Lie
(DMac got me too bangin')
Man, I ain't told a lie yet
Shit, why would I?
Go
Had ran outta Za, couldn't find no more
Got served by a nigga I robbed before (robbed before)
Dosed off in a designer store (sleep)
Too much Wock' I was soundin' slow (soundin' slow)
Talk too much, I silence you (silence)
I don't hear nothin', it's quiet for you (shhh)
I done lost all respect for you (uh)
That's worse than a nigga bein' mad at you (swear)
Watchin' Ja Morant get forty-four points courtside
In Fetty's foreign with the fire (on me)
I f*ck around and got caught up, my name got brought up
'Member that time in Dubai? (Lonely)
I had to try 'em one time with the devil
I got it for the low but they go for the half (finesse 'em)
I'm lovin' both of my bitches the same
It's hard to explain, they both in a tie (I can't explain)
Went where it's at, had to shoot to the Bay
His price a lil' high but he front what I buy (front what I get)
Walk in your trap and take over your trap
Just ended the drought 'cause your city was dry (dry)
When you get hold to some money, they gon' find a reason to hate you, I'm tellin' you now (what?)
Least I ain't, least I ain't, least I ain't lie (nah)
Least I ain't, least I ain't, least I ain't lie (least I ain't)
Can't tolerate no f*ck shit
Put some bread on your head like a biscuit
Nigga I ain't touch him, I ain't do shit physically
Choppa cook a nigga, leave his ass rotisserie
Bruh, you can get her back when she finish with me (sure)
She with you, never, me and her got history (leftovers)
At this point in my life I don't lie to no bitch
Diss me, gon' deal with it, deal with it (why lie?)
Who stamped you niggas? (Huh?)
Just now hearin' shit 'bout you niggas (rat)
Get chased down, chasin' clout lil' nigga (baow, baow, baow, baow)
Get 'em gone, got the utmost respect for my hitters (go)
Ear to the streets, mind on murder (murder)
Brain in the clouds, high as a hurdle (up)
Tri-color chains, these diamonds sherbert (bricks)
Ho went bananas, I had to curve her, least I ain't lie (ha)
Went where it's at, had to shoot to the Bay
His price a lil' high but he front what I buy (front what I get)
Walk in your trap and take over your trap
Just ended the drought 'cause your city was dry (dry)
When you get hold to some money, they gon' find a reason to hate you, I'm tellin' you now (what?)
Least I ain't, least I ain't, least I ain't lie (nah)
Least I ain't, least I ain't, least I ain't lie (least I ain't)
Least I ain't, least I ain't, least I ain't lie
Least I ain't, least I ain't, least I ain't lie
Man, I ain't told a lie yet
Shit, why would I?
Go
Had ran outta Za, couldn't find no more
Got served by a nigga I robbed before (robbed before)
Dosed off in a designer store (sleep)
Too much Wock' I was soundin' slow (soundin' slow)
Talk too much, I silence you (silence)
I don't hear nothin', it's quiet for you (shhh)
I done lost all respect for you (uh)
That's worse than a nigga bein' mad at you (swear)
Watchin' Ja Morant get forty-four points courtside
In Fetty's foreign with the fire (on me)
I f*ck around and got caught up, my name got brought up
'Member that time in Dubai? (Lonely)
I had to try 'em one time with the devil
I got it for the low but they go for the half (finesse 'em)
I'm lovin' both of my bitches the same
It's hard to explain, they both in a tie (I can't explain)
Went where it's at, had to shoot to the Bay
His price a lil' high but he front what I buy (front what I get)
Walk in your trap and take over your trap
Just ended the drought 'cause your city was dry (dry)
When you get hold to some money, they gon' find a reason to hate you, I'm tellin' you now (what?)
Least I ain't, least I ain't, least I ain't lie (nah)
Least I ain't, least I ain't, least I ain't lie (least I ain't)
Can't tolerate no f*ck shit
Put some bread on your head like a biscuit
Nigga I ain't touch him, I ain't do shit physically
Choppa cook a nigga, leave his ass rotisserie
Bruh, you can get her back when she finish with me (sure)
She with you, never, me and her got history (leftovers)
At this point in my life I don't lie to no bitch
Diss me, gon' deal with it, deal with it (why lie?)
Who stamped you niggas? (Huh?)
Just now hearin' shit 'bout you niggas (rat)
Get chased down, chasin' clout lil' nigga (baow, baow, baow, baow)
Get 'em gone, got the utmost respect for my hitters (go)
Ear to the streets, mind on murder (murder)
Brain in the clouds, high as a hurdle (up)
Tri-color chains, these diamonds sherbert (bricks)
Ho went bananas, I had to curve her, least I ain't lie (ha)
Went where it's at, had to shoot to the Bay
His price a lil' high but he front what I buy (front what I get)
Walk in your trap and take over your trap
Just ended the drought 'cause your city was dry (dry)
When you get hold to some money, they gon' find a reason to hate you, I'm tellin' you now (what?)
Least I ain't, least I ain't, least I ain't lie (nah)
Least I ain't, least I ain't, least I ain't lie (least I ain't)
Least I ain't, least I ain't, least I ain't lie
Least I ain't, least I ain't, least I ain't lie
Writer: Demario Dewayne White Jr., Dyllan McKinney
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Bipolar Virgo
(Dee you poppin' your shit, nigga)
(Red dead, I'm still f*ckin' bumpin', bro)
Bipolar Virgo
At least I'm honest, at least I'm honest
Paper cuts (paper cuts), paper cuts
All this money I'm the only one I trust to count it up
They keep both of their hands out, but don't be here to hold me up
Too solid, you can't fold me up
Bipolar Virgo, pour me up (just pick your side)
Ain't no love no more that's out the door, heartless flow
In that mode when I was posted at the red store
Mainstream but I still be ready to up the score (get active)
F*ck what they talkin' 'bout, I'm top five for sure (I stamped it)
Speak only if we talkin' racks or facts, I condone in that (yeah)
I do take calendars before I talk back (yeah)
Ain't no cap on that (can't rat, shh)
Nah, I'll never regret my silence (nah), too certified, I'm violent (official)
Gotta bitch that I won't play 'bout but I hate when she act childish
Five baby mamas, eight kids, shit get real (on life)
Thinkin' 'bout my brother that shit give me chills
Damn, don't you think I got enough problems as it is? (Huh?)
Go get it like I did, I ain't goin' broke tryna keep it real
F*ck how they feel
Paper cuts (paper cuts), paper cuts
All this money I'm the only one I trust to count it up
They keep both of their hands out, but don't be here to hold me up
Too solid, you can't fold me up
Bipolar Virgo, pour me up (just pick your side)
Paper cuts (paper cuts), paper cuts
All this money I'm the only one I trust to count it up
They keep both of their hands out, but don't be here to hold me up
Too solid, you can't fold me up
Bipolar Virgo, pour me up (just pick your side)
The streets don't love you, they just take you away from who do (I swear)
Niggas don't even f*ck with they self but want you to (crazy)
Really was just thinkin' out loud (when?), when I made that tweet
And I still feel like a pandemic don't exist to me (true)
Real niggas dead (why?), 'cause the scared niggas shootin' (no lie)
Boy, don't go against this money (don't do that), I'll make a nigga poof (voilà)
All these bitches thirsty now (open), drinkin' semen like it's juice (slowly)
Told Ari, "They in our business, they just wanna know the scoop" (know)
Don't come 'round me with that fake love, show me the real you (ho)
Catch me pourin' my problems, pineapple Fanta and Mountain Dew (slowly)
I saw niggas get some money and start actin' brand new (folded)
Solidified my spot, they can't take it if they wanted to (get the last)
Paper cuts (paper cuts), paper cuts
All this money I'm the only one I trust to count it up
They keep both of their hands out, but don't be here to hold me up
Too solid, you can't fold me up
Bipolar Virgo, pour me up (just pick your side)
Paper cuts (paper cuts), paper cuts
All this money I'm the only one I trust to count it up
They keep both of their hands out, but don't be here to hold me up
Too solid, you can't fold me up
Bipolar Virgo, pour me up (just pick your side)
Yeah
Solidified my spot
They can't take it if they wanted to (the biggest)
I stamped it
Yeah, yeah, I stamped it
(Red dead, I'm still f*ckin' bumpin', bro)
Bipolar Virgo
At least I'm honest, at least I'm honest
Paper cuts (paper cuts), paper cuts
All this money I'm the only one I trust to count it up
They keep both of their hands out, but don't be here to hold me up
Too solid, you can't fold me up
Bipolar Virgo, pour me up (just pick your side)
Ain't no love no more that's out the door, heartless flow
In that mode when I was posted at the red store
Mainstream but I still be ready to up the score (get active)
F*ck what they talkin' 'bout, I'm top five for sure (I stamped it)
Speak only if we talkin' racks or facts, I condone in that (yeah)
I do take calendars before I talk back (yeah)
Ain't no cap on that (can't rat, shh)
Nah, I'll never regret my silence (nah), too certified, I'm violent (official)
Gotta bitch that I won't play 'bout but I hate when she act childish
Five baby mamas, eight kids, shit get real (on life)
Thinkin' 'bout my brother that shit give me chills
Damn, don't you think I got enough problems as it is? (Huh?)
Go get it like I did, I ain't goin' broke tryna keep it real
F*ck how they feel
Paper cuts (paper cuts), paper cuts
All this money I'm the only one I trust to count it up
They keep both of their hands out, but don't be here to hold me up
Too solid, you can't fold me up
Bipolar Virgo, pour me up (just pick your side)
Paper cuts (paper cuts), paper cuts
All this money I'm the only one I trust to count it up
They keep both of their hands out, but don't be here to hold me up
Too solid, you can't fold me up
Bipolar Virgo, pour me up (just pick your side)
The streets don't love you, they just take you away from who do (I swear)
Niggas don't even f*ck with they self but want you to (crazy)
Really was just thinkin' out loud (when?), when I made that tweet
And I still feel like a pandemic don't exist to me (true)
Real niggas dead (why?), 'cause the scared niggas shootin' (no lie)
Boy, don't go against this money (don't do that), I'll make a nigga poof (voilà)
All these bitches thirsty now (open), drinkin' semen like it's juice (slowly)
Told Ari, "They in our business, they just wanna know the scoop" (know)
Don't come 'round me with that fake love, show me the real you (ho)
Catch me pourin' my problems, pineapple Fanta and Mountain Dew (slowly)
I saw niggas get some money and start actin' brand new (folded)
Solidified my spot, they can't take it if they wanted to (get the last)
Paper cuts (paper cuts), paper cuts
All this money I'm the only one I trust to count it up
They keep both of their hands out, but don't be here to hold me up
Too solid, you can't fold me up
Bipolar Virgo, pour me up (just pick your side)
Paper cuts (paper cuts), paper cuts
All this money I'm the only one I trust to count it up
They keep both of their hands out, but don't be here to hold me up
Too solid, you can't fold me up
Bipolar Virgo, pour me up (just pick your side)
Yeah
Solidified my spot
They can't take it if they wanted to (the biggest)
I stamped it
Yeah, yeah, I stamped it
Writer: Darius Henry, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Gleb Nikiforov, Jorres Nelson, Marcus Fitzgerald Rucker Jr., Siarhei Gerasimov, Thomas Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
A Gangstas Pain
(Who made this beat?)
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, yeah
(Twysted Genius, baby)
(SCALEZ)
Ran into some dead ends, rerouted, made a way
Tennis chain, ring, watch, light on the ice today
Street nigga from the M, that's where you gotta keep a K
It don't matter killers killin' killers, ain't nobody safe
Bullets don't discriminate, just had to remind you
No matter how you try to dodge the bullshit, it come find you
Tryna put me in the middle 'cause my nigga robbed you
Told you not to f*ck with 'em but you act like you had to
Pink slip, eight whips, ain't none of 'em rented
Bitch, I'm havin' money now, so talk to me different
Run the hunnids through the money counter before we deposit
Life good, bitch bad, everything exotic
I'm cool waitin' a lil' longer for somethin' I deserve
The streets ain't for everybody, that's why they made the curb
Get clumsy talkin' 'bout Elo, I'm trippin' over words
It was SuperBowl night, wish he ain't make that serve
Have you ever got that phone call that made your heart drop?
Problems every time you turn around, you live a hard knock
Free my nigga, heard the feds caught him pickin' up a box
Numbers switchin' on these glizzys, it came with the boom stock
I went back to where I grew up, and I bought the residence
They come for me but I can't let 'em get me out my element
It's easy buildin' up a name but can you keep it relevant?
Play on my name, you see more choppers than veteran
And I said what I said, won't beat around the bush
Paint your block, my favorite color red, now you a pound of kush
I can put my hands in my pocket, everybody with me push
These Cartiers remind of the days when I was overlooked
F*ck up after f*ck up day by day, now I'm havin' my way
Reason you can't get your own steak, 'cause you keep watchin' my plate
I've been layin' low, playin' slow, stackin' change
Made it through the rain, can you feel a gangsta pain? (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
Made it through the rain, can you feel a gangsta pain? (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
The streets ain't for everybody, that's why they made the curb
Ran into some dead ends, rerouted, made a way
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, yeah
(Twysted Genius, baby)
(SCALEZ)
Ran into some dead ends, rerouted, made a way
Tennis chain, ring, watch, light on the ice today
Street nigga from the M, that's where you gotta keep a K
It don't matter killers killin' killers, ain't nobody safe
Bullets don't discriminate, just had to remind you
No matter how you try to dodge the bullshit, it come find you
Tryna put me in the middle 'cause my nigga robbed you
Told you not to f*ck with 'em but you act like you had to
Pink slip, eight whips, ain't none of 'em rented
Bitch, I'm havin' money now, so talk to me different
Run the hunnids through the money counter before we deposit
Life good, bitch bad, everything exotic
I'm cool waitin' a lil' longer for somethin' I deserve
The streets ain't for everybody, that's why they made the curb
Get clumsy talkin' 'bout Elo, I'm trippin' over words
It was SuperBowl night, wish he ain't make that serve
Have you ever got that phone call that made your heart drop?
Problems every time you turn around, you live a hard knock
Free my nigga, heard the feds caught him pickin' up a box
Numbers switchin' on these glizzys, it came with the boom stock
I went back to where I grew up, and I bought the residence
They come for me but I can't let 'em get me out my element
It's easy buildin' up a name but can you keep it relevant?
Play on my name, you see more choppers than veteran
And I said what I said, won't beat around the bush
Paint your block, my favorite color red, now you a pound of kush
I can put my hands in my pocket, everybody with me push
These Cartiers remind of the days when I was overlooked
F*ck up after f*ck up day by day, now I'm havin' my way
Reason you can't get your own steak, 'cause you keep watchin' my plate
I've been layin' low, playin' slow, stackin' change
Made it through the rain, can you feel a gangsta pain? (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
Made it through the rain, can you feel a gangsta pain? (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
The streets ain't for everybody, that's why they made the curb
Ran into some dead ends, rerouted, made a way
Writer: Demario Dewayne White Jr., Deundraeus Protis, Shelton Scales Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
A Gangsta's Pain is the fourth studio album by American rapper Moneybagg Yo. It was released on April 23, 2021, through Roc Nation, Collective Music Group, Bread Gang Entertainment, N-Less Entertainment, and Interscope Records. The album features guest appearances from Kaash Paige, Big30, Future, Tripstar, Polo G, Lil Durk, Jhené Aiko, and Pharrell Williams. The album debuted atop the US Billboard 200, earning 110,000 album-equivalent units, becoming Moneybagg Yo's first US number-one album.
The deluxe edition with six new songs was released on October 22, 2021, with additional guest appearances from EST Gee, Pooh Shiesty, Big Homiie G, Yung Bleu, Janiyah, Lil Wayne, Ashanti, and DJ Khaled.
Performed By:
Moneybagg YoThe deluxe edition with six new songs was released on October 22, 2021, with additional guest appearances from EST Gee, Pooh Shiesty, Big Homiie G, Yung Bleu, Janiyah, Lil Wayne, Ashanti, and DJ Khaled.
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap
Producer(s): 101Slide, Blessyourobin, Bobby Keyz, C4TMB, DMacTooBangin, Evrgrn, Fatman the Great, Flex, Foreverolling, Javar Rockamore, Jay Scalez, Jee, JoelDemora, Motif Alumni, Real Red, Saint, Sheldon Ferguson, Skywalker OG, Soul Soundz, The Neptunes, Torey Montana, Twysted Genius, YC, YS Trakkz, Yung Dee
Length: 51:20
Released: April 23rd, 2021
Year: 2021