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Offset - Set It Off Album Lyrics



Offset - Set It Off Lyrics






ON THE RIVER

Black leaves on the Mississippi River
Black leaves in the Mississippi fire (Southside on the track, yeah)
Black leaves in the Mississippi choir
Black leaves on the Mississippi land

White Rove' (white)
Twenty hoes (twenty), white gold (white)
Mink roll (mink), lotta pink toes (pink)
Ricky O. (woo), Margiela, you didn't know (Margiela)
We pop G6's, make the bitch go sicko mode (G6)
Up the status, I bust her down, the bitch the baddest (baddest)
The racks in the attic (woo)
I doubled the money, dope mathematics (I doubled it)
My cars the fastest (rah)
I'm flippin' the bitch, I'm knowin' gymnastics (uh-uh)
I Elliot diamond, I twinkle the wrist, you need some glasses (twinkle, twinkle)
It's hard to catch me (woo)
I bulletproof trucks, I could move in madness (bullet)
They thought it was Madden
We ballin' on niggas, go get you a basket (baow)
The money come blue (woo)
I bought me a watch, but it cost me a coupe (a coupe)
Set it off like a nuke (set it off)
I'ma turn me a hundred 'fore I leave the booth (lets go)
I had got off the juice (woo)
Then the money start blowin' up out of the roof (blow it)
I'm tellin' the truth, I became the one when I got out the group
Don't got to say it, they bitin' aesthetics
If I'm shootin' my shot, then I know I'ma wet it
I put my son in baguetties before he could walk, he could talk and that shit was too heavy (so heavy)
I had, I had to drop my top on Biscayne, knowin' a nigga regret it (Biscayne)
I had to smash on her and her friend and told them both they petty (they petty)
I got the drop all on my opps, I told them boys to shred it (shred it)
I got a foreign fetish (fetish), I am the one, you get it? (Hey)

Black leaves on the Mississippi River
Black leaves in the Mississippi fire
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Joshua Luellen, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirby Lauryen Dockery, Thomas Brenneck
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






SAY MY GRACE

[ Featuring Travis Scott ]

Whoa
Shh, whew, whew, whew, whew
Hey

Make room on my plate, I just said my grace and then I ate
Got a particular taste
I just stuffed my pockets and my face
Okay, let's have a debate
We talkin' 'bout poppin', I promise I'm feelin' a way (who?)
I took the bodies up out of my closet
I buried 'em deep and they still in the way

I know some lil' niggas got baptized, trap guys (trap guys)
They can't put the drillin' away (way)
Had to part ways with the sad vibes, bad guy
You might be a villain today (hey)
Ask God, why I didn't get a answer? (Why?)
Why I lose my brother to bullets? (Why?)
Why I lose my grandma to cancer? (Why?)
Why me, God? I need answers (Why?)
Why young niggas straight out Atlanta? (Why?)
Why the judge and the cops tryna jam us? (Why?)
Why I keep gettin' all of these chances? (Why?)
Why me, God? I need answers (hey)
Speak your mind and you might get canceled (canceled)
Pinky ring, and it cost me a Phantom (Phantom)
Whack the witness, the evidence tampered (whack 'em)
Dirty money, the safe is the hamper (dirty money)
Yeah my bitch, she a star, and I stamped her (stamped her)
P.E. Jordan three, that's a sampler (P.E.)
I don't wanna do it, but I gotta do it
Gotta kill you, nigga, if it's me or you (hey)
He got fire, I got fire, nigga, lighter fluid (fire)
Got away from the haters, say Hallelujah (bye)
Shit be crazy, this shit be the closest to you (crazy)
It's okay 'cause they know that I come to do it (hey)
Hold your V up for Virgil, exclusive Louis (V)
Bitches geekin' and tweakin', I hit a U (geek)
Wrist is hittin' and glistenin', this shit a movie (glistenin')
If it's smoke at the door, then I'm tendin' to it (smoke)
Watch when I step, Murakami my belt (hey)
Angel on my shoulder but the devil on the left (devils)
I got a mill', not a mill' for my shelf (million)
I do it alone, I own myself (alone)
Nigga, stay home 'fore your dome get left (baow)
Niggas playin' dirty, hit below my belt (dirty)
I'ma get the bag, do the show myself (show)
Do that shit again, I had to show myself (hey)

Make room on my plate, I just said my grace and then I ate
Got a particular taste
I just stuffed my pockets and my face
Okay, let's have a debate
We talkin' 'bout poppin', I promise I'm feelin' a way (who?)
I took the bodies up out of my closet
I buried 'em deep and they still in the way

I filled up the crib with cars, the halls, with all and all, I'm still havin' space (yeah, space)
Got a particular taste, picky eater, I guess, but I'm still stuffin' my face (yeah, yeah)
She got a natural wrap, like a natural do
Like the blunt, she don't like that shit laced (it's lit, woo)
I was outside of the buildin', I'm ownin' the spot
Want a B, then you gotta have faith (ooh)
I'm in a meditative state
Ever since we lost bro, ain't really much more I can Take
I pop a ten when it's late, mama told me to pray
I do that 'cause you know I can't play (let's-)
We flip to feel up for real
We got the rides in the back but you know we ain't come here to play
You be up playin' the stakes, I been up playin' abroad with broads and mates (yeah)

Make room on my plate, I just said my grace and then I ate
Got a particular taste
I just stuffed my pockets and my face
Okay, let's have a debate
We talkin' 'bout poppin', I promise I'm feelin' a way (who?)
I took the bodies up out of my closet
I buried 'em deep and they still in the way
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Anderson Hernandez, Douglas Ford, Isaac De Boni, Jacques Webster, Maneesh Bidaye, Tom Levesque, Kiari Kendrell Cephus
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






WORTH IT

[ Featuring Don Toliver ]

(Wake the town, tell the people)
(CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)

You got me, got me workin' (ooh)
I hope it's worth it
You told me you're with him on purpose
You're doin' whatever to hurt me
Ooh, it ain't nobody can do it like you, yeah, nah, nah
Ooh, I need everything cool in the coupe like, yah-yah (oh, yeah)

Merry-go-round like a circus
I wanna buy a new Birkin
She wanna pop a new Perky

Elliantte on my body, diamonds hittin' (hittin')
It's hard to catch a vibe or go outside without you trippin' (vibe)
Got niggas tryna line me, I can't ride without my pistol (line)
I bought my bitch a Kelly crocodile, but not no lizard (hey, hey, hey)
Bringin' up the past, the shit I done done before (past)
Your feet all in the sand, I flew her to Cabo (sand)
Her friend got a lil' Benz, she wanted the Range Rove' (Rove')
I'm watchin' on your 'Gram, you givin' them angles
I'm payin' for it, you ain't never gotta stress about no landlord
You ain't never gotta ask me, "What you plan for?"
Private jet, we're puttin' stamps all on your passport
I got plans for it, leave your man for it

You got me, got me workin' (ooh)
I hope it's worth it
You told me you're with him on purpose
You're doin' whatever to hurt me
Ooh, it ain't nobody can do it like you, yeah, nah, nah
Ooh, I need everything cool in the coupe like, yah-yah

Merry-go-round like a circus
I wanna buy a new Birkin
She wanna pop a new Perky

You know you want me so why you be playin' for? (Why?)
The message sayin' delivered so what you delayin' for? (Hey)
You think I'm out f*ckin' around, I'm in the studio (yo)
It's petty shit, tellin' your friends all the info
Now your heart cold, f*ck around, buy you a mink coat
All your friends got on Chanel, only hoes squad goals (hey)
I'll go Narco, whack any nigga that seem close
It's a double R hearse, lil' mama, you seein' ghosts (ghosts)
I know you're tight with me, you know the type of nigga I am
I shoot it spitefully, I don't give a damn what they sayin'
You better fight for me, want me or you don't, tell the truth, don't be lyin' to me
Need you to be my peace 'cause these streets get grimy
See you with another nigga, I'll be damned
Better not catch him up in traffic, hope my gun don't jam
You better pick up when you can

(Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system)
(Zero)

You got me, got me workin' (ooh)
I hope it's worth it
You told me you're with him on purpose
You're doin' whatever to hurt me
Ooh, it ain't nobody can do it like you, yeah, nah, nah
Ooh, I need everything cool in the coupe like, yah-yah

Oh, it's him? Yeah
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Caleb Zackery Toliver, Chase Dalton Rose, Douglas Ford, Everett Romano, Javaan Anderson, Jimmy Seals, Kiari Kendrell Cephus
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






BROAD DAY

[ Featuring Future ]

Mask on, thirty piece
(Yo Nick Papz, make it slap, brrt)

Mask on, thirty piece (mask)
Got it out the mud, we was servin' P's (servin' P's)
If you from the streets, you probably heard of me (heard of me)
F*ck that, nigga, certainly (hey)
Catch a body, broad day, shoot him in the hallway
Coroner one call away, dump his body in the lake
F*ck her on my off day, I've been ballin' all state
Me and brodie made a play, like the NCAA

F*ck nigga, I'm havin', I'm clearin' two hundred thous' a day (hey)
Ducked off, I'm makin' my millions, you niggas in the way
I tell the bitch to go and shop with it, here go bout' 20K (here)
I know she kinda bi' wit' it, but scared to say she gay (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Hope God forgive my sins, I been really tryna win, yeah (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I keep a cool killer look, my bitch be mad 'cause I don't grin, yeah (smile)
Police pull me over, tryna profile (police)
They can't catch me, I'ma kick the door right at the dope house (dope)
Soon as we land, five hours, now we ain't got no problems (gone)
It was rainin', money showers, better not bring your ho out (ho)
Money bring a lot of power, 'til the money go down
I was knockin' at the door and then I kicked the door down (kick door)
Hundred thousand ten times, million dollar program (M)
I don't f*ck with niggas, pickin' sides, nigga dickridin' (hey)

Mask on, thirty piece (mask)
Got it out the mud, we was servin' P's (servin' P's)
If you from the streets, you probably heard of me (heard of me)
F*ck that, nigga, certainly (hey)
Catch a body, broad day, shoot him in the hallway
Coroner one call away, dump his body in the lake
F*ck her on my off day, I've been ballin' all state
Me and brodie made a play, like the NCAA

Thirty piece on me, I got my new Chanel mask on
Rap didn't work, I'd be hood rich, gettin' my roll on
Soon as the right price on your head, you get shit on (yeah)
Free my niggas straight from out the fed, one got told on
Wrap niggas up, kidnap 'em, and murder 'em, in broad day
For a little cash, you can get a nigga violated (straight up)
All red Atlanta Hawk, chinchilla, okay (alright)
Feet kicked up like a big killer, okay (phew, phew, phew)
I got the whole world poppin' G6 (phew, phew, phew)
Chopper go grah, off a reflex (phew, phew, phew)
I'm with all the savages and heathens (phew, phew, phew)
Bitch hide that dope in her cleavage (woah, woah, woah)
Murder squad gon' murder shit, that's all I know (murder)
All I got is shooters, no friends like VLONE (super)
Put an NCAA gym in my home (super)
75 North, nigga, my money that long
Nigga, I'm rollin' like a stone (Pluto)

Mask on, thirty piece (mask)
Got it out the mud, we was servin' P's (servin' P's)
If you from the streets, you probably heard of me (heard of me)
F*ck that, nigga, certainly
Catch a body, broad day, shoot him in the hallway
Coroner one call away, dump his body in the lake
F*ck her on my off day, I've been ballin' all state
Me and brodie made a play, like the NCAA
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Daoud Anthony, Douglas Ford, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Nayvadius Wilburn, Nikolas Papamitrou
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






FAN

Girl, you tried to break my heart, did it make you happy? (Did it make you happy?)
You supposed to hold me down, but it didn't happen (you supposed to hold me down)
Now I'm over it
Thank God I'm over it (thank God)
Tired of stressin' about what I can't control
I think I'm better on my own (hey)
I kicked all the f*ck niggas out my circle
Y'all don't know how this shit feel, they really hurt you (phew)
But I'm nonchalant, they never gon' know
Word to my mama, she ain't never raise no ho (word to my mama)
My heart ain't racin', it's barely beatin' slow
If they want smoke, if I see 'em, it's a go (smoke)
F*ck that nigga, f*ck that bitch (f*ck 'em)
F*ck everybody 'cause you know they gon' switch (hey)

F*ck them niggas and them bitches, everybody (hey)
F*ck them niggas and them bitches, everybody (hey)
(This that shit that make me turn demon)
F*ck them niggas and them bitches, everybody (woo)
(This that shit that make me turn demon)
F*ck them niggas and them bitches, everybody
(This that shit that make me-)

Baby, we just f*ckin', this is not no love at first sight (it's not)
I can't take you serious, I f*cked you on the first night (first)
Had that thing squirtin', pussy poppin' like a Perc', right? (Squirtin')
Said I broke your heart and hurt your feelings, it ain't work, right? (Hey)

F*ck them niggas and them bitches, everybody (f*ck 'em)
F*ck them niggas and them bitches, everybody (everybody)
F*ck them niggas and them bitches, everybody
F*ck them niggas and them bitches
F*ck them niggas and them bitches (let's roll)

Girl, f*ck that nigga, he ain't 'bout shit (nothin')
You could be my engineer, shorty, how you bounce it (bounce it)
Promise if you suck it, baby, I could make your mouth rich (promise)
Put pearls on your neck, I bet I make it match your outfit (match it, woo)
Keep it low, don't you announce it
Quick to cut you off, nigga, I ain't with the nonsense (nah)
F*ck gettin' it out the mud, bitch, I had to move a mountain (mud)
Diamonds on my neck, that shit pure water like a fountain (pure water)
Yeah, I'm taking your bitch, I take her for ransom (ransom)
She lyin', she tellin' me that it ain't even my money, she say that I'm handsome (cap)
She hop in the whip, she throwin' that ass, she throwin' that shit like a tantrum (throw it)
I'm pullin' her hair, she don't even care, she want me to bust like a handgun (go)
I turn her to my favorite stripper (stripper) 'cause I'm that nigga (nigga)
My watch worth six figures (figure), my bank bigger (bigger)
She want me f*ck the best friend and (friend and) the big sister (sister)
I bend her up, we playin' Twister (Twister), and then I kick her (outtie)
Out the crib when I'm finished (woo), go figure (woo)
I just popped a E-Pizzle (E), my blunt lit up (lit up, hey)
I had way too much sizzurp (sizzurp) in my liver (liver, woo)
I keep me two freaky bitches (freaky), they both scissor (woo, woo, woo, hey)

F*ck them niggas and them bitches, everybody (f*ck them niggas and them bitches)
F*ck them niggas and them bitches, everybody (f*ck them bitches)
F*ck them niggas and them bitches, everybody (everybody)
F*ck them niggas and them bitches
F*ck them niggas and them bitches (hey, f*ck everybody)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Aaron Booe, Douglas Ford, Joshua D. Goldenberg, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Leon McQuay III, Michael John Mule, Travis Darelle Walton
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






FREAKY

[ Featuring Cardi B ]

I'm freaky (woo, woo)
Freak, freak, (woo, woo) I'm freaky
Freak, freak, freakio
Freak, freak, freaky ho

All this ass that I got, man, I should throw it (woo)
You ain't had them bitches bad, and, boy, you know it
All this ass, I can't keep it to myself (woo)
Boy, come and lick this ice cream 'fore it melt (woo)
Freak, freak, it's freaky (freaky)
Freak, freak, it's freaky (freaky)
Freak, freak, freakio
Freak, freak, freaky ho

If that bitch is not a freak, then she ain't nothin' (woo)
Kick that bitch up out the spot if she ain't bussin' (bussin', woo)
I'm a rich nigga, man, I'm filthy (filthy)
Make a bitch baby daddy wanna kill me (yeah)

Freak, freak, it's freaky (freaky)
Freak, freak, it's freaky (freaky)
Freak, freak, freakio
Freak, freak, freaky ho

All this cash, bitch, you know, I'm 'bout to blow it (blow it, blow it)
I'ma catch it when you throw it (throw it)
Spend a bag in Chanel, it don't hurt me (CC)
Water runnin' down my leg like the jetski
I get freaky, lick her nipple, make her breastfeed
He ain't spendin' nothin', I told the bitch to text me (hey)
Freak, freak, she freaky
F*ck it, take her shoppin' on GP (hey)
Freaky, top me off on Peachtree (woo)
Bad bitch, you know that shit ain't rent-free (bad)
Birkin color purple, Oprah Winfrey (Oprah)
Pop it, twerk it, baby, go up on your friend feed (hey)

Freak, freak, it's freaky (freaky)
Freak, freak, it's freaky (freaky)
Freak, freak, freakio
Freak, freak, freaky ho
All this ass that I got, man, I should throw it (woo)
You ain't had them bitches bad, and, boy, you know it
All this ass, I can't keep it to myself
Boy, come and lick this ice cream 'fore it melt (woo)

That's a fact, nigga (fact, nigga)
This shit is fat, nigga (fat, nigga)
If I throw it at you, I hope you could catch, nigga (catch, nigga)
I might wrap my legs around one of you rap niggas
Don't you know this pussy pump-out platinum plaques, nigga? (Bah, bah, bah)
Hella freaky, diamond, VV (ha)
Pussy clean (clean), hella squeaky (woo)
Bitch bad (bad), Bella, Gigi (woo)
All this Chanel, they call me, "CC"

If that bitch is not a freak, then she ain't nothin' (woo)
Kick that bitch up out the spot if she ain't bussin' (woo)
I'm a rich nigga, man, I'm filthy
Make a bitch baby daddy wanna kill me (yeah)

I put some water on her (water), she put some water on me (splash)
I think her body a drug (drug), man, I'm 'bout to OD
I told her call all her friends, we PJ right to the sea (woo)
I give her money to spend, money to buy a boutique (racks)
Freak bitches, stop playin' like you don't eat bitches
Ran up me a hundred, now they speak different (huh?)
Tan, took her to Bali, on the beach with her (Bali)
F*ckin' with the boss, nigga, not a cheap nigga
Fly, had to take her shoppin', suck the dick until she cry (uh)
I'm not a stingy nigga, fly out to Dubai (let's go)
I don't know who better, her or her friend? That shit a tie (who? Who?)
Put that pussy on me, I make sure you survive

All this ass that I got, man, I should throw it (throw it)
You ain't had them bitches bad, and, boy, you know it (woo)
All this ass, I can't keep it to myself
Boy, come and lick this ice cream 'fore it melt (woo, woo, woo)
Freak, freak, it's freaky (freaky)
Freak, freak, it's freaky (freaky)
Freak, freak (woo, woo), freakio
Freak, freak, freaky-ho (woo, woo)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Belcalis Almanzar, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Kiari Kendrell Cephus
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






HOP OUT THE VAN

Murder up in my soul, my heart is cold
Murder up in my soul, my heart is cold
Murder up in my soul, my heart is cold
Murder up in my soul, my heart is cold (woo)

Hop out the-, hop out the-, hop out the-
Hop out the van, I shoot (who shoot?)
Hop out the van, I shoot (who shoot?)
Hop out the van, I shoot (who shoot?)
Hop out the van, I shoot (who shoot?)
Hop out the van, I shoot (who shoot?)
Hop out the van, I shoot (who shoot?)
Hop out the van, I shoot (who shoot?)
Hop out the van, I shoot (who shoot?)

Like it's my birthday, I just went and I copped me a new AK
Send my dog up the road some JPay (hey)
I had two pretty hoes, the tre way (woo)
Brand new Birkin, a Kelly for baby (freaky)
Spent that money, she never gon' go away (hey)
Caught an opp, now the Glock is a throwaway (bah)
I get racks in the wall and the doorway (racks)
I'm so rich, I might have to go murder for hire (hire)
Murder for hire, murder for hire (who ready?)
You know that the murder rate high (baow, baow, baow)
Murder for hire (hey), murder for hire (ayy)
Murder for hire (hey), you know that the murder rate high (brrt)

Murder up in my soul, my heart is cold
Murder up in my soul, my heart is cold
Murder up in my soul, my heart is cold
Murder up in my soul, my heart is cold

Tell that bitch to get the drop (skrrt)
Drop (skrrt), drop (skrrt), drop (skrrt)
Get the drop (skrrt), drop (skrrt), drop (skrrt), drop (skrrt)

Hop out the-, hop out the-
Hop out the van, I shoot (who shoot?)
Hop out the van, I shoot (who shoot?)
Hop out the van, I shoot (who shoot?)
Hop out the van, I shoot (who shoot?)
Hop out the van, I shoot (who shoot?)
Hop out the van, I shoot (who shoot?)
Hop out the van, I shoot (who shoot?)
Hop out the van, I shoot (who shoot?)

Murder up in my soul, my heart is cold
Murder up in my soul, my heart is cold
Murder up in my soul, my heart is cold
Murder up in my soul, my heart is cold
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Douglas Ford, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Ozan Yildirim
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






DONT YOU LIE

Don't you lie, don't you lie
Don't you, don't you lie, yeah

Pittsburgh Steelers with the black and yellow diamonds (go)
Maybach coupe, in the seats I recline in (hey)
Fresh out of jail, I ain't know what I was signin' (jail)
I was havin' drip 'fore I knew about designer (woo)
Lookin' for the right one, then f*cked around and found her (found her)
Haters in the circle, had to get the f*ck around 'em (hey)
If we got a problem, make the young nigga down him (baow)
F*ckin' with a gangster, I bend you on a counter (hey)
Runnin' through these bands, you can never trust these hoes
I ain't f*ckin' with a fan, nigga, knowin' that's a no (no)
Stand up like a man when the world get cold (man)
Spray him with a tan, why he thought I was a hoe? (Why?)
Jet goin' Thailand, when I got a show (Thailand)
Learn how to finance when I got a load (woo)
Took her out a Scion, put her in a Rolls (Rolls)
Shit is not science, get a bankroll (go)

Porsche panoramic, she know I do damage (go)
My watch white ceramic, give gifts like I'm Santa (Santa)
Northside Atlanta, red like a panda (north)
Servin' that raw, Dirty Diana (raw)
Shawty too raw, f*cked her on camera (hey)
Four-hundred-thou' when I bought the Phantom (woo)
Open your door, hoe, and show me your manners (hoe)
Where would I be if I didn't have Atlanta? (Yeah)
Smoke what you want, then I blow out his candles (yeah)
If that's what he want, f*ck it, that's what he get (f*ck it)
I bought a Lambo' and snatched up a kit (skrrt)
She pull her phone out, it's makin' me glitch (hey)
'Fore I had hits, I was hittin' a lick (hits)
'Fore I got rich, I had gang in this bitch (gang)
Codeine dreamin', there was pain in them sips (drank)
Gave her my hoodie, then called her a Lyft (woo)
She know I'm not lame, I got racks in the bank, I got thirty-four chains (thirty)
All of this pain, I'ma f*ck around and blink (pain)
I got no one to talk to, no one to exchange (nobody)
None of my words, callin' up Murk, had to check in on Jerz
My son is Wave, I know how to surf (Wave)
Life is a maze, better learn how it work (maze)
We move in silence, we boardin' the bird

Pittsburgh Steelers with the black and yellow diamonds (go)
Maybach coupe, in the seats I recline in (hey)
Fresh out of jail, I ain't know what I was signin' (jail)
I was havin' drip 'fore I knew about designer (woo)
Lookin' for the right one, then f*cked around and found her (found her)
Haters in the circle, had to get the f*ck around 'em (hey)
If we got a problem, make the young nigga down him (baow)
F*ckin' with a gangster, I bend you on a counter (hey)
Runnin' through these bands, you can never trust these hoes
I ain't f*ckin' with a fan, nigga, knowin' that's a no (no)
Stand up like a man when the world get cold (man)
Spray him with a tan, why he thought I was a hoe? (Why?)
Jet goin' Thailand, when I got a show (Thailand)
Learn how to finance when I got a load (woo)
Took her out a Scion, put her in a Rolls (Rolls)
Shit is not science, get a bankroll (go)

Don't you, don't you lie, yeah
Don't you lie, don't you lie
Don't you, don't you lie, yeah
Don't you, don't you lie, yeah
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Joshua Luellen, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Lesidney Chesney Ragland, Mark Williams, Raul Cubina, Robert John Richardson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






IM ON

I'm on, I can meet a bitch the same day and take her home (home)
They know that I'm gifted, I'm the one that's on my own (own)
Nigga, start to switchin', cleared my vision, now, we grown (grown)
I been on one mission, run my digits, then, I'm gone (gone on 'em)
Wanna go back home (gone on 'em)
Man, I feel like I be so alone (phew)
Mama say, "Be strong" (strong)
When you is the king of the throne (hey)

Niggas come and stab you in the back with a smile
Niggas turn to rats when it's time for the trial (trial)
I'ma get it back every time, every time
I'm a mastermind, I'ma grind 'til I'm dyin' (grind)
I'ma get the money, I'ma find it even blind
Felt it in my stomach, he was hatin', I was shinin'
Knew I was the one when I was sellin' nicks and dimes (knew I was the one, yeah)
When it all falls, don't be blamin' nobody (falls)
Had to stand tall on my own and keep it solid (solid)
Contradicting, right, I bought myself a body (body)
Man, I think it's time for me to go and go Bugatti (skrrt)
Throwin' money on your body (yeah)
Pop the G6 and it feel like molly
VIP list, this ain't for everybody (VIP list)

I'm on, I can meet a bitch the same day and take her home (home)
They know that I'm gifted, I'm the one that's on my own (own)
Nigga, start to switchin', cleared my vision, now, we grown (grown)
I been on one mission, run my digits, then, I'm gone (I'm gone on 'em)
Wanna go back home (gone on 'em)
Man, I feel like I be so alone (phew)
Mama say, "Be strong" (strong)
When you is the king of the throne

Runnin' to the racks 'til my legs 'bout to fall off (fall off)
I been doin' this shit for a minute, I won't fall off (fall off)
Granddaddy seventy, he still sleepin' with his sawed-off (bah)
Then, I bought Ferrari, I decided take the top off (skrrt)
I decided knock a opp off (bah)
I can't go to sleep, I pop a Xan' just to nod off (Xan')
Shawty fine as hell, but she a fan, can't get knocked off (fan)
Know I'm walkin' 'round with all these bands, don't get popped off (bands)
Yeah, and you know I'm walkin' 'round this bitch with them blues (blues)
Diamonds on her wrist and I done blew the bitch cool (ha)
She can't believe who she f*ckin', she don't know how to move
I ain't got no time, and I ain't tryna teach her how to wine it and dine it (dine it)
Just because she shinin' don't mean she a diamond (diamond)
I ain't blinded, I know what goin' on

I'm on, I can meet a bitch the same day and take her home (home)
They know that I'm gifted, I'm the one that's on my own (yeah)
Nigga, stop the switchin', cleared my vision, now, we grown (grown)
I been on one mission, run my digits, then, I'm gone (gone on 'em)
Wanna go back home (gone on 'em)
Man, I feel like I be so alone (gone on 'em)
Mama say, "Be strong" (strong)
When you is the king of the throne

I can meet a bitch the same day and take her home
Nigga, start to switchin', cleared my vision, now, we grown
They know that I'm gifted, I'm the one that's on my own
I been on one mission, run my digits, then, I'm gone
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Writer: Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Peter Risk
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






BIG DAWG

Hop in the Trackhawk, slide (slide)
Bulletproof, I don't gotta hide (bulletproof)
Glock forty, this gon' burn a nigga (burn 'em)
Five-five-six, he fried (fried)
I ain't tryna kick it, don't hang with niggas (hey)
Cuttin' off all loose ties (cuttin' off)
Niggas be rats and liars (rats)
Givin' out bullets, no matter your size (hey)
Big dawg get you stepped on (big dawg)
Big dawg get you wacked (wacked)
Big dawg get your wife gone (big dawg)
Big dawg give her back (hey)
Big dawg play with millions, nigga, I'm a big dawg to the max (max)
Big dawg havin' that munyun

I walk in the room and they eat it up (woo)
It's just gang at the table, can't eat with us (gang)
300K on the Bentley truck
We do not care 'bout your gang, bet' not beef with us
She f*ckin' with lames, wanna leave with us
We post in the flame and they eat it up
I order the Brabus, two-hundred more thousand
I spend a lil' fifty to geek it up
If it's smoke in your heart, nigga, speak it up
Nigga talk about it, I got young niggas already caught a body
I done f*cked on a bitch and forgot about it
He got left on the block, he a port-a-potty
Bought the Lambo', the doors comin' suicidal
We gon' spin on they block, don't care who the rival
Every car that I bought, I still got the title
Every bitch that I f*ck, they ain't none' without 'em, facts (facts)
Nigga better tuck that chain in nigga, when the gang in shit get snatched (hey)
Fifty, bring me a hat
They let off 'bout sixty, no comin' back (yeah)
We f*ckin', bitch don't get attached (uh-uh)
A couple of mill' in the stash (a couple)
We lookin' like where they be at? (Where?)
When we see them, we ready to crash (crash)

Hop in the Trackhawk, slide (skrrt)
Bulletproof, I don't gotta hide (bulletproof)
Glock forty, this gon' burn a nigga (burn 'em)
Five-five-six, he fried (five-five-six)
I ain't tryna kick it, don't hang with niggas (hey)
Cuttin' off all loose ties (cuttin' off)
Niggas be rats and liars (rats)
Givin' out bullets, no matter your size (hey)
Big dawg get you stepped on (big dawg)
Big dawg get you wacked (wacked)
Big dawg get your wife gone (big dawg)
Big dawg give her back (hey)
Big dawg play with millions, nigga, I'm a big dawg to the max (max)
Big dawg havin' that munyun
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Writer: Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Ozan Yildirim
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






NIGHT VISION

(Metro)
(Metro Boomin, want some more, nigga)

Night vision, I can see the opps when they hide (yeah)
Night vision, I can see the opps when they hide (yeah)
Night vision, I can see the opps when they hide (opps)
Night vision, I can see the opps when they hide (yeah)

I just spent a twenty thousand dollars on a freak (dub)
I went white diamonds, pink diamonds in the teeth (pink)
F*ck her on the private, on a island, on a beach (private)
I can turn your block into hydraulics for a fee
Water on my neck and wrist, you lookin' for the reef (ice)
I come from the north but I got shooters on the east (North side)
Ten Perky got me burnt, I could barely speak (I'm burnt)
Money, you ain't never earn, it practice what you preach (hey)
Me and Metro once again, know how this shit go (Metro)
Told my young nigga not to spin, here go you some bowls (how)
I got twenty thousand friends now that I got on (on)
Way before I signed a deal, it's trappin' on some phones
I can't trust nobody no more (no trust)
Momma told me cut him off, she see he act a hoe (my momma)
I got ten of 'em, I'ma stand on every toe (ten of 'em)
F&N, nigga, and they takin' niggas' souls (baow)
Like the boogeyman (boogeyman)
Shows in Amsterdam, million dollar Lamb' (Lambo)
Man, I thought he was my twin 'til he showed his hand (my twin)
I done ran my millions up, walk past, I don't know the man

Night vision, I can see the opps when they hide (yeah)
Night vision, I can see the opps when they hide (yeah)
Night vision, I can see the opps when they hide (opps)
Night vision, I can see the opps when they hide (night)
Night vision, I can see the opps when they hide (opps)
Night vision, I can see the opps when they hide (night)
Night vision, I can see the opps when they hide (opps)
Night vision, I can see the opps when they hide (night)

Man, I feel alone, but that's how it gotta be (alone)
Man, I would be lyin' if I say I ain't miss the three
Nights I wanted to cry, why them niggas blamin' me? (Hey)
I don't want no sorry, nigga, the pain I feel ain't easy (hey)
I'm thinkin' spinnin' bout' my brother Take, this shit been eatin' me
I can't get no peace when I be sleepin', seein' demons
Fake smile on my face but they don't know that I be schemin' (for real)
Don't nobody starve, everybody eat (eat)
Hold the stick like a guitar, we were runnin' in the streets (hey)
I think she a star, put Chanel on her feet (Coco)
Diamonds up to par, when we step out, go to eat (hey)
Swimmin' with the sharks, it get dark in the sea (dark)
When you livin' large, got her hand out for free
Sticks in the car, we ain't playin', we on D
We ain't playin', we on D

Night vision, I can see the opps when they hide (yeah)
Night vision, I can see the opps when they hide (yeah)
Night vision, I can see the opps when they hide (opps)
Night vision, I can see the opps when they hide (night)
Night vision, I can see the opps when they hide (opps)
Night vision, I can see the opps when they hide (night)
Night vision, I can see the opps when they hide (opps)
Night vision, I can see the opps when they hide (night)
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Writer: Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Leland Wayne
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






SKYAMI

[ Featuring Mango Foo ]

Woke up this mornin' foreigns in my bed (woke up)
Thumbin' through hunnids, it's crampin' my hands (thumb through it)
Your bitch be goin', I know she a fan (she goin')
We get your dope, it be wrapped in saran (dope)
Back to back cash you know gang ain't playin' (cash)
If he a opp you can't save him, ain't sparin' (bah)
Bitch you ain't never been in a McLaren (hey)
I got two bitches like Bluetooth I pair 'em (two bitches)
We on a boat
We in Skyami, penthouse with your ho (penthouse)
I would go hit a lick when I was broke (broke)
I'm wit' the Migo Gang, all that I know
Play with this shit and get hung by a rope (hey)
We got the weed and the dog and the coke (dog)
Niggas weren't there we was robbin' the North (robbed)
Pistol P bless his soul (Pistol P)
We took losses I can't let it go (took losses)

Money low had to kick me a door (a door)
Strip him outta his clothes, we grippin' on poles (pole)
Too many losses, now my heart is too cold (cold)
Can't get caught with these niggas they foldin' (they foldin')
Had to take out the plug for some lows (some lows)
I'd sell everything but my soul (my soul)
They been hatin' on this shit and I noticed it (I know)
I'ma pop by myself ain't no co-defendant (codefendant)
Can't fake kick it they know I'm the f*ckin' realest (f*ckin realest)
Came from swervin' hot boxes I'm Jimmy (I'm Jimmy)
Skippin' chemistry now I'm a chemist (a chemist)
Ain't no cap in my rap know I live it (no cap)
We spend rackies on Gallery denim (denims)
We gon' load up with sticks and send shots out a rental (out a rental)
Had to stay down and stack it, my name done got bigger
I hit a lick, I'm tryna make a way (a way)
F*ck tryna slide, it's time to go skate (go skate)
Somebody dyin' (dyin'), set up the wake
They momma keep cryin' (cryin'), that get back amazin'
Keep that shit street, yeah, I came from the pavement (pavement)
Get 'em wacked when I'm sendin' the payment (cash)
Let them choppas sing like a cadence (hrr)
We ain't have a chance we had to take it (take it)

Woke up this mornin' foreigns in my bed (woke up)
Thumbin' through hunnids, it's crampin' my hands (thumb through it)
Your bitch be goin', I know she a fan (she goin')
We get your dope, it be wrapped in saran (dope)
Back to back cash you know gang ain't playin' (cash)
If he a opp you can't save him, ain't sparin' (bah)
Bitch you ain't never been in a McLaren (hey)
I got two bitches like Bluetooth I pair 'em (two bitches)
We on a boat
We in Skyami, penthouse with your ho (penthouse)
I would go hit a lick when I was broke (broke)
I'm wit' the Migo Gang, all that I know
Play with this shit and get hung by a rope (hey)
We got the weed and the dog and the coke (dog)
Niggas weren't there we was robbin' the North (robbed)
Pistol P bless his soul (Pistol P)
We took losses I can't let it go (took losses)

I go Chrome Heart in this bitch (Chrome Heart)
Rose gold Audemars it look like crystal (rose)
I put a quarter mil' on one fist (quarter)
My neck a water mill, make you a wish (water)
I went to New York courtside knicks (New York)
F*ck 'em and duck 'em don't care 'bout the bitch (hey)
He hatin' I made it he cuttin' his wrists (wrists)
Catch you a body we bussin' your wrist (bust down)
We got the bag, look like forearm
I got the drop for my opp on my palm (drop)
Wrap up the brick, the white girl like a nun (wrap her)
She wanna pop the G6 and have fun (G6)
I was in hallways 9th grade with a bomb like a tornado get spinned with no warnin' (spinned)
I got the fye when it's cold so I'm warm (fye)
The check I just signed dotted line it's enormous
I go attack for the money was trappin' for money (hey, hey)
My niggas don't talk, took a oath (shh)
We play the sixth man, the block where we post (block)
I'm in the loft at the top bloody nose (loft)
White diamonds they look like the pope (white)
Migo Gang got my back like a coat (gang)
Gave 'em the game they took the notes (notes)
We do the most (hey)

Woke up this mornin' foreigns in my bed (woke up)
Thumbin' through hunnids, it's crampin' my hands (thumb through it)
Your bitch be goin', I know she a fan (she goin')
We get your dope, it be wrapped in saran (dope)
Back to back cash you know gang ain't playin' (cash)
If he a opp you can't save him, ain't sparin' (bah)
Bitch you ain't never been in a McLaren (hey)
I got two bitches like Bluetooth I pair 'em (two bitches)
We on a boat
We in Skyami, penthouse with your ho (penthouse)
I would go hit a lick when I was broke (broke)
I'm wit' the Migo Gang, all that I know
Play with this shit and get hung by a rope (hey)
We got the weed and the dog and the coke (dog)
Niggas weren't there we was robbin' the North (robbed)
Pistol P bless his soul (Pistol P)
We took losses I can't let it go (took losses)

We in Skyami penthouse with your ho
I'm with the Migo Gang, all that I know
(I'm with the Migo Gang, all that I know)
Money low had to kick me a door
Strip him outta his clothes
We grippin' them poles
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Writer: Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Michael Millhouse
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






DISSOLVE

When a whole pill dissolve
Girl, tell me who you gon' call (who you callin'?)
I'm ready to give my all to you (my all to you)
Yeah, let's do it
All to your face, it's yours (it's yours)
You ain't gotta share at all (at all)
Girl, I belong to you (to you, to you)

You had my back when them niggas had turned on me (turn)
Somethin' I never forget
I like my bitch a go getter, go earn somethin' (earn somethin')
Stay by me when I wasn't lit (lit)
I had to clean up her business to show the bitch she could be rich (business)
I had to cut off the bitches, get money and stay on my shit
Niggas gettin' money, you could tell
Still tryna get you out your shell
Written on your face, you can't tell
Crazy how you hide it so well
Tell me secrets, I'll never tell
Let's have a bite and move around the world
Still a little sweet ol' girl
Trips, trips
Travel through your mind, trips
Trips, trips
Travel through your mind, trips (let's go)

When a whole pill dissolve
Girl, tell me who you gon' call (who you callin'?)
I'm ready to give my all to you (my all to you)
Yeah, let's do it
All to your face, it's yours (it's yours)
You ain't gotta share at all (at all)
Girl, I belong to you (to you, to you)

Spendin' them racks, I do it (spendin' them racks)
I let it blow, fo' sho' (blow)
I give her a fifty, go handle your business
I got a few shows on the road (got a fewshows)
I seen her little message, I couldn't reply
I know it's been burnin' her soul (I couldn't)
She holdin' me tight, throughout the night
She told me the world is cold (it's cold)
She know I'm a player, I bought her Chanel
I'm showin' her how this shit goes (I'm showin' her how this shit goes)
Yeah, I'm showin' her how this shit goes (let's go)
We choppin' it up, I bought her some roses
We cool in the back of the Rolls (cool)
I went to the jeweler, then bought her the Cuban
And told her she deserve to glow
Ooh, she's swept off her toes (ooh)
Got blues, where you wanna go? (Blues)
I refuse to let my bitch go (refuse, let's roll)
Niggas be frauds, them niggas ain't f*ckin' with me
Bitch, knock it off
I got you outta that loft and showed you a new luxury
Thanks to the boss (boss)

When a whole pill dissolve
Girl, tell me who you gon' call (who you callin'?)
I'm ready to give my all to you (my all to you)
Yeah, let's do it
All to your face, it's yours (it's yours)
You ain't gotta share at all (at all)
Girl, I belong to you (to you, to you)
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Writer: Douglas Ford, Dylan Clearly-Krell, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Mark Williams, Raul Cubina
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






FINE AS CAN BE

[ Featuring Latto ]

(Kutta, cut that shit up, man)
Go

Fine as can be (fine)
You can come f*ck with a rich nigga, please (please)
Fine as can be, Miami beach (beach)
Spendin' these racks, I can never be cheap (racks)
Get you a passport, goin' to Greece (go)
Throwin' it backwards, you on your knees (woo)
Put you in fashion, Margiela fleek (woo)
Bought you an Aston, needed some speed (skrrt)
Watery, that shit a puddle, a puddle
I had to go tell all my brothers
We out in public in Bottega Puffers
Nobody can f*ck with us, double the trouble
Told me she like when I hit 'cause I'm never gon' quit
I can go in and triple up, double
I like me a bitch out the gutter (uh-huh)
I like me a bitch that can hustle (uh-huh)
I light up her wrist, had to bust her

She wanna pop a G6 with me (go)
Then, I bought her a G63 (skrrt)
Then, I had gave her the recipe (woo)
Look at her now, she the best of me (best)
Wondering why she obsessed with me? (Sexy)
These niggas don't get as fresh as me (nah)
Bought her the Tiffany, Patek Phillipe (go)
Just like a baby, I rock her to sleep
Take the bitch to France, make her diamonds dance
She done seen the Lamb', takin' off her pants
This a hundred bands, no, it's not a scam
This is Marni Bucket, and, it's made of lamb (Marni)
No, I wasn't lucky, I was in a jam
Man, I came from nothin', I was servin' pounds
I been gettin' money, I can run the town
Baby girl, you lucky, I can spend it now (woo)
The Audemars that you got on, it cost me a hundred (Audemars)
She love all my songs, my money is grown
She told me to keep it a hundred (hundred)
Got cuts in my thumb, the money cologne
Make all these lil' bitches come runnin' (go)
Go get a bag, I'm not like them niggas you had, they run outta money

Fine as can be (fine)
You can come f*ck with a rich nigga, please (please)
Fine as can be, Miami beach (beach)
Spendin' these racks, I can never be cheap (racks)
Get you a passport, goin' to Greece (go)
Throwin' it backwards, you on your knees (woo)
Put you in fashion, Margiela fleek (woo)
Bought you the Aston, needed some speed (skrrt)
Watery that shit a puddle, a puddle
I had to go tell all my brothers
We out in public in Bottega Puffers
Nobody can f*ck with us, double the trouble
Told me she like when I hit 'cause I'm never gon' quit
I can go in and triple up, double
I like me a bitch out the gutter (uh-huh)
I like me a bitch that can hustle (uh-huh, Big Latto)
(Yeah) I light up her wrist, had to bust her

Bitch from the gutter, pussy feel like butter
Paint his face, eat it like it's last supper
Always strapped, but we don't ever use a rubber
New York nigga tryna make me meet his mother
(Grrt) choppa got a stutter
(Skrrt) in the 'Cat burnin' rubber
Hit the lotto, how the nigga doin' numbers
Let it blow, pop, never been a sucka
I got that WAP like Cardi B (haha)
Swing first, I don't do arguin' (phew)
They say, "Latto be spittin'," if you ask my nigga, he say I be swallowin' (uh)
Double whatever they offer me (yeah)
Buyin' Chanels is comedy
I already bought me every color Birkin
Now, I want the stocks and properties
That nigga a munch
Yo' bookin' fee, ate it for lunch
I don't do backends, need it up front (grrt)
I'm big dawg, you bitches is runts
Don't pull wigs, don't pull stunts
I pull triggers and I pull blunts (grrt)
I pull cars like it's Tonk
Bitch, you couldn't top me in the bunk (ha)

Fine as can be (fine)
You can come f*ck with a rich nigga, please (please)
Fine as can be, Miami beach (beach)
Spendin' these racks, I can never be cheap (racks)
Get you a passport, goin' to Greece (go)
Throwin' it backwards, you on your knees (woo)
Put you in fashion, Margiela fleek (woo)
Bought you the Aston, needed some speed (skrrt)
Watery that shit a puddle, a puddle
I had to go tell all my brothers
We out in public in Bottega Puffers
Nobody can f*ck with us, double the trouble
Told me she like when I hit 'cause I'm never gon' quit
I can go in and triple up, double
I like me a bitch out the gutter (uh-huh)
I like me a bitch that can hustle (uh-huh)
I light up her wrist, had to bust her

Latto (haha)
Fine as could be, hard to get, even harder to keep
On God, ask your nigga
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Writer: Alyssa Michelle Stephens, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Zachary Mulett
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






BUSS MY WATCH

Buss my watch, yeah
Buss my watch
Maison Margiela on the thot

Buss my watch (Wheezy outta here)
Maison Margiela on a thot
CPN, put her in the spot
Turn it up, make another knot
Flexin' on the 'Gram, where you stay?
Savin' these bitches with a cape
Stayin' out the way, gettin' paid
Teach 'em how to surf on a wave

I took a nigga bitch, doggystyle on the floor
Pretty bitches in the party doin' coke (let's go)
He ain't really rich, say it ain't so
Got money, I don't like to showboat
I had to get on my feet
When I fell, these niggas some wannabes
I can tell, I trapped on the corner street
Any weather I'm livin' life luxury, hot as hell
It won't be another me and she can tell
Feel like I'm dreamin', this Gucci, Chanel
I told 'em get 'em some money, don't steal
She wanna swim in this money like wells

You know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, let that thing talk to 'em
Talk to 'em baby

Men lie, women lie, but the money tell the truth, though
Lamborghini, but the roof ghost
Patek on me, not a Hublot
10th grade, kickin' doors
Climbin' through a nigga window
Real life, no pretend though
Choppa shootin', catch the memo
Hallelujah for your kinfolks
Sorry, we gon' have to spin more
I'm a target, so I keep a big .40
(Spin more, spin more, spin more, spin more)
I know them niggas got the memo
Pointers hangin' out the window
Droppin' ashes on my Rick-O

Buss my watch (Wheezy outta here)
Maison Margiela on a thot
CPN, put her in the spot
Turn it up, make another knot
Flexin' on the 'Gram, where you stay?
Savin' these bitches with a cape
Stayin' out the way, gettin' paid
Teach 'em how to surf on a wave
(Teach 'em how to surf on a wave)
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Writer: Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






DOPE BOY

[ Featuring Young Nudy ]

Brrt

Dope boy fresh (dope boy)
Air Force Ones and a TEC (hey)
Dope boy, dope boy checks (checks)
Coke boy, whip it up and stretch it (coke boy)
Cash, won't do no credit (cash)
Bags of the gas like veggies (gas)
Shooters on the roof, be ready (grraow)
Dope boy walkin' with the lettuce (dope, dope)

Dope boy knots (dope boy), dope boy, dope boy knots (dope)
Dope boy block, nigga better not send shots (no, no)
Dope boy knots, dope boy, dope boy knots (dope)
Dope boy block (woo), nigga better not send shots (hey)

I'm lookin' for jays to serve (jays)
Need a split? Nigga, say the word (say it)
Trappin' nicks, I can make it work (make it work)
Four other plays on reserve (hey)
If he don't want it, somebody gon' grab it (who?)
How I know? 'Cause the dope automatic (how you know?)
Thirty more, 'outta score, he gon' catch it (thirty more)
Get another load in and I pass it (woo)
We get money, don't talk and don't brag it (shh)
Hide the money, it's moldin' with maggots (hide the money)
Get the TP, they never could track it (get the TP)
I call Freak and he pick up the package (I call Freak)
I'm goin' dumb in the trap, need a straightjacket (dumb)
'Bout that money, they ready to get active (bow)
He run with that work and they kidnapped him (go)
I really don't know what the hell happened (who)
Hundred racks on me now in the book baggy (racks)
Bought my mom a new house, she was too happy (momma)
Had to ball out in Louis, got new jackets (ball out)
Had to Forgi' my Demon, it flew past 'em (skkrt)

Dope boy fresh (dope boy)
Air Force Ones and a TEC (hey)
Dope boy, dope boy checks (checks)
Coke boy, whip it up and stretch it (coke boy)
Cash, won't do no credit (cash)
Bags of the gas like veggies (gas)
Shooters on the roof, be ready (grraow)
Dope boy walkin' with the lettuce (dope, dope)

Dope boy knots (dope boy), dope boy, dope boy knots (dope)
Dope boy block, nigga better not send shots (no, no)
Dope boy knots, dope boy, dope boy knots (dope)
Dope boy block (woo), nigga better not send shots (hey)

What you know about dope?
You can't tell me none' (you can't tell me none')
You can't front me none' (you can't front me none')
You can't sell me none' (you can't sell me none')
I come and take your gun (gun)
I put trappers on the run (on the run)
Niggas ain't havin' no tons (no tons)
Slime got tons of guns (slime got tons of guns)
And I got hella shooters rockin' with me
We rockin' out with the glizzies, is you with me?
We sparin' nobody, nigga, come to get it (f*ck 'em)
And I ain't got no time for no friends in this bitch (nah, uh-uh)
Don't bring your people 'round me, know that Big Slime ain't cliquin' (nah)
Line niggas up in these streets, nigga be blind when they get it (bah)

Dope boy fresh (dope boy)
Air Force Ones and a TEC (hey)
Dope boy, dope boy checks (checks)
Coke boy, whip it up and stretch it (coke boy)
Cash, won't do no credit (cash)
Bags of the gas like veggies (gas)
Shooters on the roof, be ready (grraow)
Dope boy walkin' with the lettuce (dope, dope)

Dope boy knots (dope boy), dope boy, dope boy knots (dope)
Dope boy block, nigga better not send shots (no, no)
Dope boy knots, dope boy, dope boy knots (dope)
Dope boy block (woo), nigga better not send shots (hey)
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Writer: Joseph Talamo IV, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Nik Frascona, Ozan Yildirim, Quantavious Tavario Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






PRINCESS CUT

[ Featuring Chloe ]

Flooded that bitch in some diamonds (yeah)
I call her Diamonds, she lookin' fine to me
She got a princess cut body (body)
Hop in the 'Rari, I told her, "Drive for me"
I like my bitches all stylish (style)
Dior her wallet, I told her, "Vibe with me"
I told that bitch, "You gon' die for me (die, die)
Cry for me, but don't lie to me"
I tell her, "Clean up the house for me (ooh)
When I get back I'll f*ck on the balcony" (down, down)
I like the way she go down on me (down)
Suck it, she swallow, devour me (swallow)
Get naked, get in the shower with me
Know I'm the king, baby, bow to me (vow)
That nigga broke, he a clown to me
F*ckin', I'm strokin' her sound to sleep

Go to sleep, go to bed
She flexible, put her leg over her head
I'm flexible, leave the racks on the bed
She do what I say 'cause I'm Simon Says
When I f*cked her first time, it blew her head
When I play with the boss, better use your head
Bought her Marni, the scarf just to wrap her hair
Wish me well, I'm a real player
Put you in Channel, got a Dior smell
Diamonds hittin', singin' to me like Adele
It's the details, hair with the nails
When I dress you up, it's like a fairytale
When I bless you with these racks, don't never tell
I'm the Margiela, I done it left
In the ocean, let the boat sail
I be gettin', like for real
Goin' on with that nonsense
Bought a car and then I bought a crib
Gon' and put it up for content
She only got one life to live
Baby girl, I'm bein' honest
Thumbin' through it, told me, "Give it here"
She f*ck with niggas with the money

Flooded that bitch in some diamonds (yeah)
I call her Diamonds, she lookin' fine to me
She got a princess cut body (body)
Hop in the 'Rari, I told her, "Drive for me"
I like my bitches all stylish (style)
Dior her wallet, I told her, "Vibe with me"
I told that bitch, "You gon' die for me (die, die)
Cry for me, but don't lie to me"
I tell her, "Clean up the house for me (ooh)
When I get back I'll f*ck on the balcony" (down, down)
I like the way she go down on me (down)
Suck it, she swallow, devour me (swallow)
Get naked, get in the shower with me
Know I'm the king, baby, bow to me (vow)
That nigga broke, he a clown to me
F*ckin', I'm strokin' her sound to sleep

Baby boy, yeah, I know what I'm doin'
Yeah, I touch you right, know I don't overdo it
Ride for you like there ain't nothin' to it
When you next to me, promise you never losin'
I call all the plays
You go when I say
I run and you chase
You fell in love with the taste, oh
Make me feel good in the midnight
You can spoil me, make me cum every damn time
Baby boy, yeah, you know what you doin'
Hit it right every time, nothin' can ever ruin it
I know, I know, I know

Better flood me in some diamonds
He call me Diamonds, he lookin' fine to me
I got a princess cut body
Hop in the 'Rari, I told him, "Drive for me"
I like my niggas all stylish
Dior my wallet, I told him, "Vibe with me"
Told that nigga, he gon' die for me
Cry for me, but don't lie to me
I tell him, "Clean up the house for me
When I get back I'll f*ck on the balcony"
I like the way he go down on me
Suck it and lick it, devour me
Get naked, get in the shower with me
Know I'm the queen, baby, bow to me
Never go broke, hold it down for me
F*ckin', I'm strokin' him sound to sleep

I tell her, "Clean up the house for me (ooh)
When I get back I'll f*ck on the balcony" (down)
I like the way he go down on me (down)
Suck it, she'll swallow, devour me (swallow)
Get naked, get in the shower with me
Know I'm the king, baby, bow to me
That nigga broke, he a clown to me
F*ckin', I'm strokin' him sound to sleep
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Chloe Bailey, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Robin Waiss
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






JEALOUSY

[ Featuring Cardi B ]

There's a lot of drama between you and your beautiful wife, Cardi B
Let's talk about some music
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Jealou-, jealous, jealou-
Jealous ass bitch
Jealous ass bitch
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Jealou-, jealou-
Jealous ass bitch
Jealous ass bitch

Hatin' ass nigga 'cause I got it out the mud
Hatin' in the family, nigga, be your own blood
Screamin', "F*ck 12" to the D.A. and judge
Never been a dub, never been a scrub
.45 Glock, now, oh, you want the judge?
Better than who? Must be high on them drugs
Coolin' in the mansion with the bubbles in the tub
Heard you undercover, you a bitch, you was a stud
'Set, yes, nigga, don't try me
In a Lamb', I be damned if a nigga try me
Gettin' ham with the fam, man, a nigga gotta eat
Shawty, nuttin', I'ma bust, I'ma trick for a treat
'Fore I bought the Lamb', I was ridin' in the Jeep
Five hundred horses with the stick on a seat
F*ck that nigga, he'll fold when there's heat
Go against the code for the dough, boy, you weak
Go against the grain, man, you know a nigga lame
Cartier frames, I can see a nigga brain
Cartier bracelet, it matchin' with the chain
Dirt up on my name, man, you nigga should be shamed
Knock off her boots when I'm throwin' up gang
Diamonds fruit loops on this watch, and it's plain
My dawg got the juice and I'm smokin' propane
I'm gunnin', I run to the money, Usain
Who talkin'? Who tellin'? Who sang?
I'm sellin' prescription cocaine
She f*ck with my pimpin', my cane
I'm Michael, I'm not no Jermaine
Jealousy, that shit gon' eat your heart out
This a AR sawed off, we'll slay your squad out
This the beast you brought out, this a feast, we ball out
I'll eat your heart out, I'll pull your card out
It's simple, put holes in his face like it's dimples
New Kimber, new bop-bop, bop-bop, make it limp him
He play with me, blowin' me, rise in my temper
I got millions of racks in my mansion, my temple
I'm gangsta but with your bitch, I get gentle
Wanksta, take out your teeth like it's dentures
I'm blankin', you eat this Glock, I'm Miss Winners

(Jealous ass bitch)
(Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia)
(Jealou-, jealous, jealou-)
(Jealous ass bitch)
What the f*ck these bitches talkin' 'bout, man? (Jealous ass bitch)
(Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia)
I mean (jealou-, jealou-)
Who's tellin' us what? (Jealous ass bitch)
(Jealous ass bitch)
Bardi

Look, ain't no bitch finna front on me (no)
Bad body bitch with the jumbo teeth
Yellow Lamborghini like a bumblebee
Girl, nobody listen to you 'less you talkin' 'bout me (woo)
It's always a bird tryna tweet shit (yeah)
You offended when I be on defense (f*ck you)
They're too worried 'bout me and my nigga (huh)
You should worry 'bout the nigga yours sleep with, hmm (ah)
Face is given and never not gave
Been to Atlanta, but bitches ain't brave
How bitches mad? I'm the number one pick
It's funny, your nigga the one that's a trade
Bitches is mad stupid (stupid)
They get to the bag and lose it (lose it)
I'm still in the bed, I live on her head
Water and gas included, brrt (grrah)
Bitches don't wanna go Birkin for Birkin
Bitches ain't got enough hits for a Verzuz
Bitches be actin' so different in person
Cartier frames, I can see why she nervous (woo)
This shit a circus, I'm dipped in detergent
I'm sick, get the nurses, my whip got the curtains
I'm dripped out in Hermes
A bitch say my name, then she number one trendin'
I did you a service, bitch

Jealous ass bitch
Jealous ass bitch
Like, huh?
Jealous ass bitch
Man, what the f*ck these hoes talkin' 'bout? (Jealous ass bitch)
Hold on, hold on, hold on

Look, let's keep it a bean, let's keep it a buck
If I had a dick, it need to be sucked
All of my opps is runnin' they jibs
Stomach too big, it need to be tucked (ah-ah-ah)
All of that cryin' be keepin' me up
When Bardi's around, they see me and duck
When I make a post, I'm leavin' it up
They came from the hood but they leave in the trunk
Bitch
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Arthur Herzog Jr., Belcalis Almanzar, Billie Holiday, Jahaan Akil Sweet, Jordan Houston, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Ozan Yildirim, Paul Beauregard
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC






BLAME IT ON SET

They can't be too upset (hey)
I could've kept it to myself, they can't be too upset (myself)
I done broke bread, cut checks, they can't be too upset (hey)
I took that rope off my neck, they couldn't be too upset (let's go, woo)
Niggas still bite my style, they can't be too upset (uh-huh)
I done laid low for a while, they can't be that upset (hey)
Niggas lost all my respect, they can't be that upset (uh-uh)
Niggas point fingers at Set, and I ain't even done none' yet

F*ck it, f*ck it (hey), f*ck it (hey), f*ck it up (hey)
F*ck it up (f*ck it up), f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
F*ck it up (f*ck it up), f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
F*ck it up (f*ck it up), f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
F*ck it up (f*ck it up)

I been a menace, in the lab, I'm a cook like a chemist (chemist)
Tryna f*ck 'fore I end the first sentence (hey)
By myself, I done strained my business (strain)
If I f*ck her, I got on a Jimmy (Jimmy)
I'ma sniper, my target, I hit him (snipe)
They got mad 'cause I didn't want the minimum (uh-uh)
No, "I love 'em," I had to get rid of 'em (bye-bye)
Man, your house is the size of my livin' room
Kill a opp and I pay for his funeral (hey)
Takin' notes, they was watchin' my visuals (notes)
Niggas hate when they can't get rid of you (can't)
Tryna get me a bank and middle school (bank)
Tryna get me some rank, I had shot at dude (bow)
Every time that I move, the game follow suit (move)
Niggas know that I'm comin', I never lose (let's go)

They can't be too upset (hey)
I could've kept it to myself, they can't be too upset (myself)
I done broke bread, cut checks, they can't be too upset (hey)
I took that rope off my neck, they couldn't be too upset (let's go, woo)
Niggas still bite my style, they can't be too upset (uh-huh)
I done laid low for a while, they can't be that upset (hey)
Niggas lost all my respect, they can't be that upset (uh-uh)
Niggas point fingers at Set, and I ain't even done none' yet

F*ck it, f*ck it (hey), f*ck it (hey), f*ck it up (hey)
F*ck it up (f*ck it up), f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
F*ck it up (f*ck it up), f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
F*ck it up (f*ck it up), f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
F*ck it up (f*ck it up)

I ain't goin', no denial, they know I'm the one (I'm the one)
Walked away, you can't go where I'm goin' (walked away)
What he say? Yeah, the show must go on (what he say?)
Tryna play like you right but you wrong (you wrong)
Save my money, I bought it to own (let's go)
Why the f*ck they be hatin' on holmes?
Only one brought a number one song (only one brought a number one)
Better than who? They ain't better than me
I'ma keep that shit humble, I keep that shit P
They f*cked up, they fumbled, the dog off the leash (grr)
Count up my commas, I'm worried 'bout me (me)
Ronald McDonald, got M's, Mickey D's (M's)
Thank you, your honor, I'm free and released (free)
F*ck this shit up, I'ma f*ck this shit up
My foot on they necks, I ain't lettin' 'em breathe (let's go)
I ain't even do shit yet (nah)
But when I get started I'm goin' the farthest
Don't try to come back, f*ck with me? (Uh-uh)
They thought it was over but I'm playin' poker
These niggas ain't smarter than me (ain't smarter)
I lost all my heart in the streets (hey)
I'm grown, I know how it be (let's go)
I'm gone, it's best that I leave (I'm gone, hey)

They can't be too upset (hey)
I could've kept it to myself, they can't be too upset (myself)
I done broke bread, cut checks, they can't be too upset (hey)
I took that rope off my neck, they couldn't be too upset (let's go, woo)
Niggas still bite my style, they can't be too upset (uh-huh)
I done laid low for a while, they can't be that upset (hey)
Niggas lost all my respect, they can't be that upset (uh-uh)
Niggas point fingers at Set, and I ain't even done none' yet

F*ck it, f*ck it (hey), f*ck it (hey), f*ck it up (hey)
F*ck it up (f*ck it up), f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
F*ck it up (f*ck it up), f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
F*ck it up (f*ck it up), f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
F*ck it up (f*ck it up)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Amir Sims, Douglas Ford, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Matthew Samuels, Patrick Rosario, Scotty L. Coleman, Shivam Yogesh Barot
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






UPSIDE DOWN

Feel like everything is upside down (feel like everything is upside down)
Notice how I'm goin' down, down, down, down, down
(Notice how I'm goin' down, down, down, down, down)
Am I dreamin', or I'm up right now?
Don't you see I got some upside down
Goin' down, but I'm upside down (hey)
Goin' down, but I'm upside down (goin' down but I'm upside)
Can't you see that I'm down, down, down, down
I'm goin' down, but I'm upside down
It's lonely at the top, I look around

F*ck it, I'm by myself
Wasn't expectin' a hand out, I wanted some help (no)
They gotta know how I felt
Smilin' in my face just like I couldn't tell (tell)
Now when I step in my name ringin' bells (bells)
Watchin' my step, and they wish that I fell (fell)
Not wishin' me well, then I'm givin' you hell

(Don't do it to 'em, don't do it to 'em
Don't do it to 'em, don't do it to 'em)
F*ck it do it to 'em
F*ck it (do it to 'em)
F*ck it (yeah, do it to 'em)
(Don't do it to em, don't do it to 'em, don't do it to 'em)
F*ck it do it to 'em

I've been too nice for too long (too long)
If I malfunction, oh I'm wrong (hey)
Oh, don't you judge me (don't judge)
By my songs (hey)
I'm only human

Feel like everything is upside down (feel like everything is upside down)
Notice how I'm goin' down, down, down, down, down
(Notice how I'm goin' down, down, down, down, down)
Am I dreamin', or I'm up right now?
Don't you see I got some upside down
Goin' down, but I'm upside down (goin' down but I'm upside)
Goin' down, but I'm upside down (goin' down but I'm upside)
Can't you see that I'm down, down, down, down
(Can't you see that I'm down, down, down, down)
I'm goin' down, but I'm upside down (goin' down but I'm upside)
It's lonely at the top, I look around
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Douglas Ford, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Mark Williams, Milos Angelov, Raul Cubina
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






HEALTHY

Prayin' for a sign, Lord, can you help me?
Keepin' all of this to myself, oh, no, no
Keepin' all of this to myself ain't healthy
Thought I'd feel way better once I'm wealthy
Money don't buy happiness, but I've been happy ever since I came up a couple M's
Pay a couple niggas' bail, met the cartel, boost the clientele
Been around the world, met a lot of girls, bought 'em all Chanel
I done gave a lot of hope, certified the most, sold a lot of dope
Bought it by the boat, poured a lot of purp, popped a lot of Percs
Used to feel cursed, I done seen the worst, I know how it works
Hit him where it hurt, get a nigga murked, put him on the merch

Prayin' for a sign, Lord, can you help me?
Keepin' all of this to myself, oh, no, no
Keepin' all of this to myself ain't healthy
Thought I'd feel way better once I'm wealthy
Money don't buy happiness, but I've been happy ever since I came up a couple M's
Pay a couple niggas' bail, met the cartel, boost the clientele
Been around the world, met a lot of girls, bought 'em all Chanel
I done gave a lot of hope, certified the most, sold a lot of dope
Bought it by the boat, poured a lot of purp, popped a lot of Percs
Used to feel cursed, I done seen the worst, I know how it works
Hit him where it hurt, get a nigga merked, put him on the merch
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Douglas Ford, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Mark Williams, Milos Angelov, Raul Cubina
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Back to: Offset


Set It Off is the second studio album by American rapper Offset. It was released on October 13, 2023, by Motown. The album contains guest appearances from Travis Scott, Don Toliver, Future, Cardi B, Mango Foo, Latto, Young Nudy, and Chlöe. Production was handled by a variety of record producers, including Offset himself, Southside, Vinylz, FnZ, Nick Papz, Daoud, Teddy Walton, Tay Keith, Oz, Ojivolta, Boi-1da, Metro Boomin, Wheezy, Doughboy Beatz, and Jahaan Sweet, among others.

The album serves as the follow-up to Offset's previous album Father of 4 (2019), and is also his first project to not be released under Quality Control Music after ending his contract with the label due to its heads allegedly not giving him publishing rights for his music.
Performed By: Offset
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap
Producer(s): Aaron Bow, BBP, Bobby Raps, Boi-1da, ChaseTheMoney, Daoud, Dez Wright, Don Mills, Fierce, FnZ, Heavy Mellow, IsThisShiv, Jahaan Sweet, Kutta Beats, Maneesh, Metro Boomin, Doughboy Beatz, Nick Papz, Nik D, Offset, Oscar Zulu, Oz, Peter Risk, Southside, Tay Keith, Teddy Walton, ThankYouFizzle, The Loud Pack, Thurdi, Too Dope, Vinylz, Wheezy
Length: 60:11
Released: October 13th, 2023
Year: 2023

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