I GOT ISSUES Album Lyrics by YG

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Issues

Bitch, I got issues
Still thuggin', they say the streets gon' get you
Keep it real for too long and they gon' trick you
I think they comin' for me, I'm buyin' pistols (pistols)
Bitch, I got issues
Mo' money, mo' problems, this shit difficult
Ones I thought was my brothers sendin' mixed signals
I think they comin' for me, I'm buyin' pistols (pistols)

Yeah, rich as f*ck, you know I am
But somehow I'm still in shootouts with a gun that jam
Caught us lackin', bullets flyin', active, had us runnin' man
But you know my brothers double back, we don't do no runnin', man
Man, I'm too rich for this shit
Take me away from my girlies, I can't picture it
F*ck nah, that's why I can't leave without the stick
At night it's under the pillow, I dream about the stick
What's up with your brother? Shit, I ain't talk to Mustard
I just fell back, can't let a nigga treat me like a sucker
Thinkin' I'm just in head, you's a cold motherf*cker
Man, it's weird as f*ck beefin' with your brothers when you love 'em
Respectfully, I'ma sip the drink and pop the ecstasy
Geekin' while thinkin' 'bout who in the way of my destiny
Sink in the seats of the foreign while thinkin', "Who testin' me?"
Tweakin', I don't trust the bitch I f*cked, she layin' next to me, ooh

Bitch, I got issues
Still thuggin', they say the streets gon' get you
Keep it real for too long and they gon' trick you
I think they comin' for me, I'm buyin' pistols (pistols)
Bitch, I got issues
Mo' money, mo' problems, this shit difficult
Ones I thought was my brothers sendin' mixed signals
I think they comin' for me, I'm buyin' pistols (pistols)

Man, leave me f*ck alone
I changed my number for a reason, why is you callin' my phone?
Your negative energy be too strong
F*ckin' up my thinkin' process, bitch, I'm tryin' to write this song
Where was we at? Okay, the homie ran off with the packs
Where was we at? The homie gave his 4hunnid chain back
Money and straps, I put in the hood back to back
Shit got hostile back in back, homies politickin' on that
It's a lot on hands, y'all will never understand
Shit, I don't even understand, I kept it solid with my mans
This wasn't part of my plans, this wasn't part of my plans
'Cause niggas know, keepin' it solid, that shit 'part of my brand, ayy
You gotta feel me, I'm missin' niggas like Nipsey
In the trenches it's tricky, it get Mickey, Walt Disney
This shit be too much to deal with, man, I could end in a quickie
Wanna top in the Glock, right at my head, don't tempt me

Bitch, I got issues
Still thuggin', they say the streets gon' get you
Keep it real for too long and they gon' trick you
I think they comin' for me, I'm buyin' pistols (pistols)
Bitch, I got issues
Mo' money, mo' problems, this shit difficult
Ones I thought was my brothers sendin' mixed signals
I think they comin' for me, I'm buyin' pistols (pistols)

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Baby Momma

I hate my baby mama (I hate my baby mama, I hate my)
I hate my baby mama (I hate my baby mama, I hate my)
I hate my baby mama (I hate my baby mama, I hate my)
I hate my baby mama (I hate my baby mama, I hate my)
I hate my baby mama

Always got something to say, every time she don't get her way
Your whole life I done paid, with me, you had better days
All them bags I brought you, it's a shame
How the f*ck you find time to still complain?
Questioning why I'm coming home late
Bitch, I put all the food on the plate
Yeah, she stay bitchin'
I'm like, "Shut the f*ck up and clean the kitchen"
Lover her from a distance
We talk crazy to each other, that's part of our relation
Tellin' your friends my business, you hella chatty
You let my daughter leave with her hair nappy
I still do everything to make you happy
You talk down on baby daddy

I hate my baby mama (I hate my baby mama, I hate my)
I hate my baby mama (I hate my baby mama, I hate my)
I hate my baby mama (I hate my baby mama, I hate my)
I hate my baby mama (I hate my baby mama, I hate my)
I hate my baby mama

Always poppin' up with new friends, that's the type of shit I ain't in
Tellin' me how to spend my ends, but you tellin' me you want the new Benz
If I call you out your name, that's a sin
If you touch me, bitch, that's where it ends
I'm tellin' you we need a cleanse
I'm tellin' you but you don't comprehend
No good, burnt out from the hood
Moved you to the Valley like a real nigga should
My kids good, how they live, good
They don't eat pork, no pig, good
You supposed to be a nigga ribs
Can't no other nigga call dibs
If I'm paying for the crib
Don't have another nigga 'round my kids

I hate my baby mama (I hate my baby mama, I hate my)
I hate my baby mama (I hate my baby mama, I hate my)
I hate my baby mama (I hate my baby mama, I hate my)
I hate my baby mama (I hate my baby mama, I hate my)
I hate my baby mama

Always got something to say (always got something to say)
With me, you had better days (with me, you had better days)
Questioning why I'm coming home late (questioning why I'm coming home late)
Bitch, I, bitch, I put all the food on the plate (bitch, I put all the food on the plate)

I hate my baby mama

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Toxic

How can I love somebody else
If I can't love myself enough
To know when it's time
Time to let go?
Sing

All I really want (yeah)
Is to be happy (oh, yeah)
And to find a love that's mine (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
It would be so sweet (hey)
All I really want (oh)
Is to be happy (I wanna be happy, yeah)
And to find a love that's mine (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It would be so sweet

I know what she want, she want what's inside my jeans
She want my heart with the lock, she wanna throw away the key
She make love, she don't get f*cked, gang-gang, got her throwin' up Bs
She like, "Boy, don't do me wrong, just Birkin, Prada me"
As toxic as they come, but I really love her
Got her out here competin' with my baby mother
Bought her a new car, I be on her bumper
No, she can't see me leavin', she like Stevie Wonder
Late twenties, but with me she feel hella younger
Sugar daddies try to get her, she don't give her number
She need a vacay, she been dancin' all summer
Put you on the jet to Cabo, baby, I'm a stunner
I'm the plumber, get it wet, I clean it up (clean it up)
Got designer for every season, keep her seasoned up (seasoned up)
Don't post me on no Insta', gotta keep me tucked (keep me tucked)
Treat her like a queen, her friends think I'm mean as f*ck
And when it come to pain, she run to meds
So don't break her heart, you gotta break her bed, ayy
Kill that pussy, her shit dead
Butt naked in bed, this what she said

All I really want (yeah)
Is to be happy (oh, yeah)
And to find a love that's mine (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
It would be so sweet (hey)
All I really want (oh)
Is to be happy (I wanna be happy, yeah)
And to find a love that's mine (yeah, yeah, yeah)
It would be so sweet

Do you love her? Yeah, I really love her
She met my mother, cool with my brother (my brother)
We be doin' our thing, no Danny Glover
Like, f*ck it, 'bout to have two baby mothers (baby mothers)
Before you get dressed up, hit it on the dresser
I'm out here givin' love, pain and pleasure
Less is more, I don't ever stress her
Tell her she a bad bitch, nothin' lesser
But she confused, she want titles and I tell her, "Nah"
She confused, us together is what she saw
She confused, 'cause I love her so that's what she thought
She's confused and that's 'cause I be in it raw
She confused and she tellin' me it's my fault
I said I love her, then I point out things that I brought
You knew from the gate I had family I won't shake
So stop bein' fake, tears fall from her face when I talk

All I really want (yeah)
Is to be happy (oh, yeah)
And to find a love that's mine (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
It would be so sweet (hey)
All I really want (oh)
Is to be happy (I wanna be happy, yeah)
And to find a love that's mine (yeah, yeah, yeah)
It would be so sweet

Our Father, the father of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob
The one that took two fish and five loaves of bread
And blessed a multitude of people
I come to you today, asking you to give this young man courage
To do the right thing, give him strength, Lord
'Cause right now, he's out here breaking hearts and making babies
So I feel the best for him and all those involved
Is to end all relationships
Give him wisdom to make the right decisions, Lord

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Maniac

They say I lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac (maniac)
Half a millie on my neck, I'm rockin' big racks
Kidnap his bitch, he can't get his bitch back
Take that, take that, take that, take that
I done lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac (maniac)
The money got my head gone, they don't know where he at
I be trippin' with Goyard luggage, I carry that
F*ckin' on a pop star, I'm tryna marry that

Uh, uh, YG, you changed
Ever since you been f*ckin' with them superstar bitches

Saint Laurent drippin, tjhis how I'm feelin'
Only thing changed is the drip, bitch, I'm chillin'
Smellin like Tom ford, lookin' like a million'
What you expect? I'm a star with stars in the ceiling
Ridin' by myself, got the 40 and it's chrome
Everything else bust down yellow gold
They like YG tryna come for your spot
I'm like, how bitch? I'm sitting on the block not a throne
I'm in my own lane, I don't race with nann nigga
I put bands on heads, give you a headband, nigga
All my bitches bad, they don't use filters
Your bitches made of plastic and got fillers
Fix your wig, get your track right
Tired ass bitch, you look like last night
Whole lot of millions sold, I got my plaques write
I can tell you niggas ain't eatin', get yo smack right

They say I lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac (maniac)
Half a milli' on my neck, I'm rockin' big racks
Kidnap his bitch, he can't get his bitch back
Take that, take that, take that, take that
I done lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac (maniac)
The money got my head gone, they don't know where he at
I be trippin' with Goyard luggage, I carry that
F*ckin' on a pop star, I'm tryna marry that

All this ice is kinda scary (Kinda scary)
All this ice is Ben & Jerry (Ben & Jerry)
All this ice without no deal (Without no deal)
Woke up with some ice in my teeth, tooth fairy (Tooth fairy)
Yeah, stunt on a bitch
We're from the gate, I'm tryna f*ck, keep it blunt on a bitch
She know what's up with the clique
She know she gone in the mornin', she tryna suck on some dick
If you ain't tryna f*ck, girl, I ain't mad at you
Chewin' on some gum, I might spit it right at you
Talked her out her panties, she thought she was at Chapel
The way I mack hoes, I should be sponsored by Apple
F*ck all the opps, pop they tops like Snapples
The shooters wanna slide, you know I cover the travel
In the city, I'm a nigga, bitch, put up a statue
I got rich and started sendin' hitters at you

They say I lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac (maniac)
Half a milli' on my neck, I'm rockin' big racks
Kidnap his bitch, he can't get his bitch back
Take that, take that, take that, take that
I done lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac (maniac)
The money got my head gone, they don't know where he at
I be trippin' with Goyard luggage, I carry that
F*ckin' on a popstar, I'm tryna marry that

Say, say I lost my mind, say I lost my mind, I
I be trippin' with Goyard luggage, I carry that
They say I lost my mind, I done turned to a (turned to a)
I got rich and started sendin' hitters at you

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How To Rob A Rapper

Welcome to the mind of a motherf*ckin' maniac
Pray for me, y'all, uh

Stick up, stick up, stick up, stick up
This for all my broke real niggas
Who squeeze triggers, but they don't pay you to be active
Peep game, I'ma teach you how to rob a rapper
Catch a nigga lackin', he slackin' on IG live
He gon' show his whereabouts on accident, he be high
He gon' show the jewels he wearin' and the car that he drive
Stupid nigga showed the same location three times
And it seem like every Friday after eight
He flex Crustacean menus, he like to date
Sit it out in the front, catch him at the valet
Nevermind, it's Beverly Hills, you don't wanna catch no case
Scratch that, bick back, he gon' slip up again
Gotta make it count, so you gotta score to win
Don't get frustrated, it's complicated, he always with his friends
Look, there he go, by himself, slippin', he in that Benz
(Nigga, get out the car, you bitch-ass nigga)

I could teach you how to rob a rapper
I could teach you how to rob
I could teach you how to rob a rapper
I could teach you how to rob
I could teach you how to rob a rapper
I could teach you how to rob
I could teach you how to rob a rapper
I could teach you how to rob

Ayy, we gon' use a dummy page to hit his management
"I'ma need your artist on my album, what's the damages?"
I got the cameraman with me, let's shoot a movie too
Before I hung up on homie, told him, "It's bulletproof"
They on the way, call the gang and put 'em on the play
That watch alone, without the stones will go for 40k
Slide luxury under with Minnesota plates
Youngin' in the back lookin' sketchy, he never show his face
There they go in that 'Burban, let 'em through the the gate
Finna bounce out on him, 'til I told him, "Wait"
We gon' let him get bomfortable 'fore we strip his ass
Nah, nevermind, nigga, let's get this bag
What's happenin'?
Run them pieces concurrent, lil' nigga, gimme that
Or you gon' have to eat this fifty pack, yeah
F*ck the Cuban, they callin' to get the tennis back
Already sold it, ain't no gettin' it back, ah

I could teach you how to rob a rapper
I could teach you how to rob
I could teach you how to rob a rapper
I could teach you how to rob
I could teach you how to rob a rapper
I could teach you how to rob
I could teach you how to rob a rapper
I could teach you how to rob (ayy, ayy, let me get blood)

These rappers wanna come to the bricks and flash chips
In the hood, we was structured for robbin' and field trips
It was a Friday, the perfect time to hit a lick
You tryna use the hood for clout, whole time we plottin' on your shit
I see 'em pull up, I chuck the hood up, you know you good, blood
Sick the home girls on 'em, nigga, make 'em think it's hood love
And he ain't bang the gang, so you know that it's a stick up
You better pay the homies for you try to come flick up
Okay, it's time to make a move on this nigga
Give me all your shit or, bitch, I'm pullin' the trigger
I need that chain, the watch, and all the cash you got
Don't be thinkin' shit sweet when you pull up on my block
Took the jewelry to the plaza, turned the jewels to some guap
I could teach you how to rob, I could teach you how to flock
It's Bonnie on the watch and we ain't givin' no passes
If he move funny, better blast it

I could teach you how to rob a rapper
I could teach you how to rob
I could teach you how to rob a rapper
I could teach you how to rob
I could teach you how to rob a rapper
I could teach you how to rob
I could teach you how to rob a rapper
I could teach you how to rob

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I Dance

I be in it like, "Oh," that's my shit
Hit it from the back, she like, "That's my dick"
Tattoo the guato 'cause that's my clique
Oh, man, I think I love this bitch
She don't top 'em like, "Whoa"
Pussy make me curl my toes
Ignore my hoes and my bros
Spit in her mouth (her mouth)
Nut in her nose
Hit her spot, tryna touch her soul

When I'm in it, I dance, I dance (my two-step)
When I'm in it, I dance, I dance (my two-step)
When I'm in it, I dance, I dance (my two-step)
When I'm in it, I, I love this bitch
I be in it like I care, we hold hands (my two-step)
Be in it like I'm young, but I'm grown man (my two-step)
I be in it while I'm drunk, playin' slow jams (my two-step)
When I'm in it, do my, man, I love this bitch

(I) I two-step when I'm in it (my two-step)
Throw up the set while I hit it (my two-step)
Give her like thirty minutes (my two-step)
She screamin', "Shut up, let me finish" (my two-step)
I'm very controllin' (my two-step)
We go up on a Tuesday, McConney (my two-step)
Shoot by my verga if you trollin' (my two-step)
She let me knock her friends down, I went bowlin' (ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy)
I'm tryna eat that American pie (That pie)
She's my type and I know why (I know why)
I f*ck with her sober and high
Beneke, sit on your toes, bring your bag
Drop me, hit it with a finger in your ass
Can I be the one you call to f*ckin' laugh?
Balls deep from the back

I be in it like, "Oh," that's my shit
Hit it from the back, she like, "That's my dick"
Tattoo the guato 'cause that's my clique
Oh, man, I think I love this bitch
She don't top 'em like, "Whoa"
Pussy make me curl my toes
Ignore my hoes and my bros
Spit in her mouth (her mouth)
Nut in her nose
Hit her spot, tryna touch her soul

When I'm in it, I dance, I dance (my two-step)
When I'm in it, I dance, I dance (my two-step)
When I'm in it, I dance, I dance (my two-step)
When I'm in it, I, I love this bitch
I be in it like I care, we hold hands (my two-step)
Be in it like I'm young, but I'm grown man (my two-step)
I be in it while I'm drunk, playin' slow jams (my two-step)
When I'm in it, do my, man, I love this bitch

Esta diabla se merece lo que hago (se lo merece)
Que la trate como nadie la ha tratado (anjá)
E' que ese culo me mantiene bien calmado (muy bien)
E' que ese culo puede parar los disparos

Creo que nació para mí como yo nací para el micro
Un polvo y par de barras así e' cómo desintoxico
Salió vesti'a bonita y te dio vuelta to'a la disco
Quería comprarle un Mercedes, pero, le queda chico

La quiero cerca mío, cómo un gato a la pistola
Colamos la cama como un campo de amapola
Me canta flamenco, pero ella no es española
Sube de nivel más rápido que sube el dólar

Uh, yeah, ella nació para esto
La vi pasar con mi remera puesta, yendo lento
Se me sube encima y siento que se para el tiempo (anjá)
Estoy empezando a creer que es verdad lo que siento
Uh, yeah, ella nació para esto
Le digo "No seas mala", cuando veo su movimiento (anjá)
Ella es cantante y asesina pasatiempo
Y mata la liga pa' pasar el tiempo

I be in it like, "Oh," that's my shit
Hit it from the back, she like, "That's my dick"
Tattoo the guato 'cause that's my clique
Oh, man, I think I love this bitch
She don't top 'em like, "Whoa"
Pussy make me curl my toes
Ignore my hoes and my bros
Spit in her mouth (her mouth)
Nut in her nose
Hit her spot, tryna touch her soul

Big boy marijuana
Know that's what you like
Vamos a Habana
Let's go catch a flight
Lo hacemos en la sala
Look into my eyes
Cuando se acabe la noche
Una llamada, baby
I'm just a phone call away
Vente a mi cama, lady
Just when I woke up to stay
Lo hacemos todo crazy
You know I put you to sleep
Cuando se acabe la noche

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Scared Money

[YG]
Why you bring that money to the club if you ain't throwin' it?
How you naked on the 'Gram but in person, you ain't showin' shit?
Why you go against the gang? You can't beat 'em, nigga, join it
Ain't tap in when you got to Cali, got your ass extorted
Brand new coupe, I floor it, brand new bitch, gotta whore it
Brand new Glock, I adore it, have a nigga runnin' like Forrest
V.I.P, I'm very important, in the hood, I ain't never no tourist
Got the drop on the opp, we Dora explore it (Ay)
YG from the streets, YG went legit (Ay)
YG lit, YG start a business with your bitch (Ay)
Fifty bitches flew to Cabo, YG a trip (Ay)
YG think he Kanye West, he got his own kicks
Woah, fresh out a pandemic but I ain't rusty
Woah, have a baby by me, bitch, come be lucky
Woah, bitch I'ma throw it all, all the strippers love me
Woah, walk in best dressed but I ain't no Kid Cudi

[Interlude]
Girl, did he just say what I think he just said?
Bitch, yes

[YG]
Talkin' like you lit, your bitch better not be ugly
Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, ass chubby
Half a milly on my neck, who gon' take it from me?
Pussy, we ballin' on you f*ckin' dummies
Scared money don't make no money (Woah)
Scared money don't make no money (Woah)
Scared money don't make no money (Woah)
Pussy, we ballin' on you f*ckin' dummies

[J. Cole]
I'm so lit, SportCenter gotta post my clips
One lay-up and they treat me like I'm Luka Dončić
2-6, nigga, and we used to conflict
Turn these brand new YG sneakers into Louboutin kicks
Red bottoms 'cause the blood bled out 'em, aw damn
If I'm miss 'em, 4Hunnid red dot 'em, aw damn
I was thinkin' 'bout walkin' up a stack of crates (Hmm)
But I was busy stackin' cake (Haha, shit)
Cole f*ckin' World, say the whole name
Cole think he Drizzy Drake, he got his own plane
Flew it all around the world and now I'm back, bitch
Three cribs in the same neighborhood, I'm that rich
These niggas pray to God to make it on The Shade Room
Meanwhile I made it on the "Bitch, I'm hella paid" room
Road blocks when Cole drop, they push back they rollouts
That's right pussy, make room, stay tuned, nigga

[YG]
Talkin' like you lit, your bitch better not be ugly
Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, ass chubby
Half a milly on my neck, who gon' take it from me?
Pussy, we ballin' on you f*ckin' dummies
Scared money don't make no money (Woah)
Scared money don't make no money (Woah)
Scared money don't make no money (Woah)
Pussy, we ballin' on you f*ckin' dummies

[Moneybagg Yo]
Ball too hard on niggas like Zion when he bust out the shoe
See that lil' switch on the Glock, you can't shoot back when we start shootin'
Thuggin' on the block with YG, set trippin', my pockets blue (True)
VVVs cost some cheese, reach for these, I blam on you (Bow, bow)
Scared money don't make no money
I got shows comin' in, but the trap still bunkin'
Wrapped the Lamb' truck white, but the inside's pumpkin
Grip her neck when we be hunchin' and she like when I talk country (Who you is?)
Big speaker, yeah, big shit talker, hoe
Have your cash together, cost a Mike Vick for a truffle boat (Seven)
Dollars, followers and ratchet hoes, I got a lot of those (Where you at?)
Gettin' me some head, waitin' on my food to cook at Pappadeaux (Let's go)
Big Bagg

[YG]
Talkin' like you lit, your bitch better not be ugly
Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, ass chubby
Half a milly on my neck, who gon' take it from me?
Pussy, we ballin' on you f*ckin' dummies
Scared money don't make no money (Woah)
Scared money don't make no money (Woah)
Scared money don't make no money (Woah)
Pussy, we ballin' on you f*ckin' dummies

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Go Dumb

Ayy, she like tell me when to go, go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go, go
Tell me when to go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
She like tell me when to go, go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go, go
Tell me when to go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Your body is bangin', you look better naked
That pussy smell like water, you don't spray it with fragrance
Cornrows with the bamboos, that be my favorite
Bad bitch on the dick, I gotta tell her behave it
So I'm bringin' out the bottles, sparkles all in her faces
Wait, you ain't got no business bein' nobody waitress
Made you quit your job, like I had to upgrade it
Too much potential and it's in you, so I had to come save it
Yeah, that's just the type nigga you f*ckin' with
Before I buy Birkins, present a business plan to make you rich
Have these hoes lookin' up to you, because you slayin' shit
Payin' for shit, you ain't waitin' on me to take no trip
Set you up private so if I ever dip
You don't need a nigga for shit
Like I said, that's just the type nigga you f*ckin' with
Real nigga, she don't mind suckin' dick

Ayy, she like tell me when to go, go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go, go
Tell me when to go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
She like tell me when to go, go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go, go
Tell me when to go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

You see the wrist and the 'Rari, yeah, you know
Don't need no rich nigga, got it on my own
You talkin' money, it ain't no discussion
All these niggas ain't really 'bout nothin'
I need love, yeah, I need somethin' more
Can't f*ck with no Captain Save A Ho
Show me off when we out in public
And in the bed, show me how you thuggin' (Show me)
Tell me when to go, tell me when to go
Finna go deep, tell 'em, "Put it in mo'"
We be gettin' hyphy, 'cause we from the west coast
These hoes gon' try, but they can't come close
No, they can't
Niggas get fly, but don't get no money
Oh, soon as we done, I tell him when to go, baby

Tell me when to go, go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go, go
Tell me when to go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
She like tell me when to go, go
Tell me when to go
Tell me when to go, go
Tell me when to go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Off the drank, you know what time I'm on
Be makin' up positions, she be 'bout to break her backbone
It's late night, baby, ain't tryna get my relax on
I'm good for two nuts, then I'm tryna get my nap on
Ha, that's the realest shit I wrote
We don't talk much durin' the day, but at night we be tryna do the most
Man, I drink so much, I got tequila body
It's tequila when I nut, she tryna drive the boat
Dick in house, pussy, I live with you
What I gotta do to have some baby boy kids with you?
In too deep, continue to dig with you
This for when we had issues, when I'm on that, make me miss you
Don't go trippin' off the past, just let it go
Don't go f*ckin' with your ass, be natural
She believe me when she ask me 'bout it and I her, "No"
Damn, bitch, you went with your bitch and you won't let her know

Oh, your body is bangin'
You look better naked
Your pussy don't need no fragrance
I'm tryna entertain it
Believin' in the matrix
But I'm so, so, so patient
For you, I will keep waitin'
So please, please, please, please

Oh, your body is bangin'
You look better naked
Your pussy don't need no fragrance
I'm tryna entertain it
Believin' in the matrix
But I'm so, so, so patient
For you, I will keep waitin'
So please, please, please, please, whoa

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No Love

Hey now, say now
How do you do?
I am your friendly neighborhood player partner, Suga Free
This is my nephew, YG
Kick back, relax and enjoy the f*ckin' show

Let me tell this story about this bitch I used to f*ck
Lil' mama at the crib, so we kept it on the hush
Lil' baby was a vibe, to my life, she was a plus
She just got f*cked and sucked dick, she ain't fuss
Nasty bitch, she gargled the nut, then she swallowed the nut
I'm like, that's what's up
Was supposed to keep it on the low but that was hard as f*ck
'Cause she the type of bitch you pop out with just to stunt
Yeah, everything was good 'til it was all bad
The moment I ain't buy her a bag, the bitch was sad
The moment I ain't inflate her ass, the bitch was mad
Had the nerve to ask for Bentley with the digital dash
She said if she was with her ex that's what she would've had
I'm like, bitch that's your problem, you stuck in the past
She like, "Never again, you won't get this ass"
Hahaha, hahaha, all I can do is laugh

Ain't no love in the heart of my city
These hoes is Miss Piggies
It ain't no love in this town
Ain't no love in the heart of my city
These hoes all about the Benjis
That's why I get around

F*ckin' on this R&B singer
But her name don't start with a K, this bitch a diva
The bitch wanted me to fly her private to Geneva
She wanted me to go to round two and pick up sneakers
She be on her high horse, treat her like a zebra
She indecisive and I know why, she's a libra
She be doin' the most she like she the shit
Found out she couldn't sing without auto-tune, had to leave her
How you move to Hollywood and act Hollywood?
You don't know yourself but you know that Molly good
Man, I was tryna give you substance
Saw you wasn't ready so I made adjustments, damn
My other bitch don't know nothing but "Get the bands"
We was outside protesting for George Floyd
She was inside, butt naked for OnlyFans

Ain't no love in the heart of my city
These hoes is Miss Piggies
It ain't no love in this town
Ain't no love in the heart of my city
These hoes all about the Benjis
That's why I get around

Yeah, a pimp ain't no motherf*ckin' porn star
But I swear to God sometime
Bitch, I'll f*ck the taste out your muthaf*ckin' mouth, yeah
I am your friendly neighborhood player partner
Suga muthaf*ckin' Free (no love)
Wasn't nobody else left in the world to pimp, I'd end up pimpin' to me
Hey now, say now
Bitch, I am nine-hundred and ninety-nine thousand
Nine-hundred and ninety-nine dollars away from getting me one of them ah
Bitch, don't stand so close to me (no love)
Love don't love no muthaf*ckin' body, nigga
Either you believe this is real hand grenades or you don't, yadadamean? (No love)

Ain't no love in the heart of my city
These hoes is Miss Piggies
(What the f*ck I look like going up for an indictment?)
It ain't no love in this town (An indictment)
Ain't no love in the heart of my city (I ain't never got caught for no pimpin')
(Nothin' to do about sending no bitch)
These hoes all about the Benjis (nothin' never, never)
That's why I get around (Pimps don't get caught for pimpin')
(They get caught for mispimpin', nigga)

Ain't no love in the heart of my city (and I ain't ever mispimped a day of my muthaf*ckin' life, never)
These hoes is Miss Piggies (it ain't on record nigga, Suga muthaf*ckin' Free)
It ain't no love in this town (fell on a box of glitter when I was little, muthaf*cka)
Ain't no love in the heart of my city (my mama said I was shinin' ever since then)
(F*ck out of here, ain't no love, bitch)
These hoes all about the Benjis (break your heart and do it again, bitch)
That's why I get around (give me some motherf*ckin' money)

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Sober

She only like me when I'm sober, that's when I don't like me at all
She like f*ckin', think you know her, she don't even answer when I call
I put her in a Rover, told her, "Girl, just be down for the call"
'Cause when I'm not sober, that's when I beat down your walls

I like gettin' faded, I like you better when you naked
Put it in my face, I wanna taste it
Pour me a whole cup, f*ck chasin' it
I'm in love with gold bottles and Don Juli'
I love 'em how I love slim bitches with big booties
It keep me in my mood, I be moody
And mama always told me actin' hard kill all the cooties
So I hope you answer when I call
'Cause I'm tryna pull up, kiss you, dick you down and all
Please don't kill the vibe bringin' up the alcohol
'Cause this is nothin' new if you knew me

She only like me when I'm sober, that's when I don't like me at all
She like f*ckin', think you know her, she don't even answer when I call
I put her in a Rover, told her, "Girl, just be down for the call"
'Cause when I'm not sober, that's when I beat down your walls

Got her dirty out the soda 'cause I'm never sober
Fell up ice to the brim, brim, brim, I like it colder
I've been sippin' promethazine ever since I blowed up
Stay away, these cold de-demons got ahold of me
But when I'm sober, that's the only time she love me
And when I poured up, she don't wanna be in my company
Even though I double C, five star, I don't do no double treat
These young niggas, they can't f*ck with me
Been makin' big bucks
When time get rough, can't kick the cup
Big Cuban links and G-locks, don't keep it tucked
Slidin' floor seats with nice ice, look like a pup
I'm still sippin' on this drink, I won't wanna give it up

She only like me when I'm sober, that's when I don't like me at all
She like f*ckin', think you know her, she don't even answer when I call
I put her in a Rover, told her, "Girl, just be down for the call"
'Cause when I'm not sober, that's when I beat down your walls

I was in the stu' with YG and got drunk
And I called you on the phone, baby, I was f*cked up
And my high felt like it was hit with nunchucks
I didn't expect for us to split up
And I didn't think that you wouldn't talk to me for months
So I cracked one open like I was in Somalia
But wine tastes shitty when you won't even talk to me (talk to me)
Mmm-hmm-mmm (talk to me)
Baby, I promise I'ma make you proud (ooh)
I'ma be a changed man when you come around
But thank God you don't want me back now
Wanna tell you that I love you, but the beef would fall out

She only like me when I'm sober, that's when I don't like me at all
She like f*ckin', think you know her, she don't even answer when I call
I put her in a Rover, told her, "Girl, just be down for the call"
'Cause when I'm not sober, that's when I beat down your walls
She only like me when I'm sober, that's when I don't like me at all
She like f*ckin', think you know her, she don't even answer when I call
I put her in a Rover, told her, "Girl, just be down for the call"
'Cause when I'm not sober, that's when I beat down your walls

'Cause when I'm not sober
'Cause when I'm not sober
'Cause when I'm not
'Cause when I'm not sober

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Drink To This

F*ck your bitch and the clique you claim
I'm a Westside rider, come equipped with
Hmm, this how I'm feelin' right now (ayy)
Nah, but look, man
I just wanna let y'all know
I really be out here goin' through the most and it's
It ain't nothin' wrong with goin' through the most
As long as you go through the most, you feel me?
But, you know, we be out here
Chin up, chest out, head to the sky
'Cause gangsters don't cry, look, uh

F*ck your bitch and the clique you claim
I'm a Westside rider, comin' quick with flame
Motherf*ck love, f*ck guilt and shame
4Hunnid everythin', from the fit to the chain
They salty, I represent the clique, they tryna fault me
Get off me, the opp look for opportunities to off me
I'm bossy, I move like the president and it cost me
You lost me, I changed for the better and you fault me
Treat him like a ghost, if I see him, I never saw him
Silence is deadly and it be killin' you softly
They link and talk bad about me, they have parties
Big lip niggas talk too much, Steve Harvey
When I see 'em, I press 'em, they like "Sorry"
You gulli-gulli island niggas turnin' to Barney
But real estate is what the trauma brought me
Stay in the crib, take care of them kids is what it taught me
Listen, when it come to these hoes, I'm like Tristan
But listen, when it come to the gang, I'm like a Christian
Praise the guys who was here before my existence
Who kept it gangster, that's code, it's my commitment
And with that comes calls and conditions
Legitimate reasons to murder opps while they slippin'
Over a bitch, she left the homie out commission
And we seen it all on tape, now we trippin'
This is what you slidin' for, this what you signed up for
Get snitched on and hit with life is what you signed up for
F*ck that, rewind it, switch the vibings, boy
Turned the block into fashion, I'm a designer, boy
They'd rather see you f*cked up, down bad
When you finally overcame this shit, they had you down bad
Imagine it, real life if it sound bad
The silver linin' runnin' through my black plaid

My nigga gotta drink to this
My niggas gotta drink to this (f*ck me up)
F*ck that, gotta drink to this
F*ck that, gotta drink to this (I said "Pour me up")
My nigga, have a drink to this
My nigga, have a drink to this (let me get another shot)
F*ck that, gotta drink to this
F*ck that, gotta drink to this (alright, alright, I'm done)

You was my boy, you had to be
Starvin' for greatness, we had to eat
You was my boy, we was in the streets
Then you made it and turned industry
I'm emotional, I don't know how to cope with folks
Who shady, no, call me but replay me close
It's crazy though, when I start blamin' folks
Who poof for they foul play, they never claim it though
Respect lost
We checkin' all bitch niggas off the list, yeah, yeah, he checked off
Gotta show 'em what neglect cost
Brotherly love, this is pep talk
I was there for you, I was there for you
Broke your bro heart, he really cared for you
You probably got some shit to say about me too
But switchin' up on gang, I wasn't there to do

My nigga gotta drink to this
My niggas gotta drink to this (I am f*cked up)
F*ck that, gotta drink to this
F*ck that, gotta drink to this (how many drinks you been takin'?)
My nigga, have a drink to this
My nigga, have a drink to this (nigga, I'm drunk)
F*ck that, gotta drink to this
F*ck that, gotta drink to this (f*ck this shit, I'm done)

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No Weapon

No weapon formed against me shall prosper
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
No weapon, no weapon, no opposition steppin'
Please protect me, Lord, my life dangerous, I rep this section
No weapon, no weapon, no Glizzys or Smith & Westons
The streets don't love nobody, I promised I learned my lesson

Protect me from the choppers, the Glockers, the oppers and the coppers
Please protect me, Lord, my life dangerous, I rip the block up
Idolizin' movies like Scarfaces and Shottas
To cryin' at cemeteries 'cause niggas buryin' they partners
Gold plated, Chrome plated, black painted copper
Stay with heavy metals, but I am not a punk rocker
I'm God's son (he God's son), I'm God's son (he God's son)
I'm God's son, what that mean? No one can stop him
I know the haters be hatin' but they jock 'em
It's blessings on the way, can't let the devil block 'em
Livin' 'til I'm old as f*ck, nigga tryna shock 'em
Hundred million dollar crib, gotta live to cop one (oh)
Lord, please protect me from these hoes
They smile in my face, but stab me in the back, bros
I am from the gang so I would never complain
I stuck the cross on the chain to protect me as a whole (a whole)

No weapon formed against me shall prosper
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
No weapon, no weapon, no opposition steppin'
Please protect me, Lord, my life dangerous, I rep this section
No weapon, no weapon, no Glizzys or Smith & Westons
The streets don't love nobody, I promised I learned my lesson

Gotta see my daughter livin', my daughter livin'
Got two of 'em, gotta have more of them
Gotta be here for sure for them
Real nigga, but I gotta be more for them
Put points on the board, gotta score for them
Gotta set 'em up for sure, the Ms
When they find out what's in store for them
They gon' know they dad is really him
Just wakin' up in the mornin', gotta thank God
I don't know but last night felt kinda odd
I had a dream, I seen Slim, he was by my side
He told me somebody f*ck with me, it's gon' be homicide
Yeah, I be talkin' to the dead homies
I hear voices in my head tellin' me who phony
Run up on me, nigga, you gon' see
God's son, so you know, for me, he goin' OD
I'm God's son, he God's son, I'm God's son, he God's son
I'm God's son, protected like eight bands ridin' shotgun
Livin' life lookin' over your shoulder is not fun
Heard the opps hit the block with chops, so I gotta cop one

No weapon formed against me shall prosper
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
No weapon, no weapon, no opposition steppin'
Please protect me, Lord, my life dangerous, I rep this section
No weapon, no weapon, no Glizzys or Smith & Westons
The streets don't love nobody, I promised I learned my lesson

To be the best, sometimes you gotta beat the best, I beat my chest
A beats patrol and I appear, features in my flesh
Some women question of the year, will he keep his dreads?
That's his antennas but his power reconnects
So the storm showered, his season's next
COVID leaned him with the wheezin' chest, took easy steps
Keys to whips hid underneath the bed on vacay
We sleep good, we know their whereabouts, we know where they stay
This AK, this ain't for play-play, the only way we gon' win
Is when I'm not in the room that you in
And you not in the rooms that I'm in
And you still in the room, comprehend
When I say you good, you can chill 'cause we solid
All I'm sayin' is that we gotta just keep it a thousand
With each other, brother, it ain't that serious, we got this
Ain't gotta talk every day but we still say on the topic
But if we did make time to talk, every day we would profit
I call it offense, pray no weapon formed against us'll prosper

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Alone

(Made up my mind, I'm leaving this time)
(Without you)
Gotta leave the streets alone
Tryna leave the streets alone
(All of those times, I'll leave them behind)
(Without you)
Gotta leave the streets alone
Tryna leave the streets alone

Somebody pray for me (and now I feel the breeze in my hair)
'Cause the streets play for keeps
In love with this life but it's hating me (the wind in my sail)
Blicky tucked, can't no nigga play with me
You woulda thought the money would be changing me (got no reason to care)
Stuck in between keep thuggin' and let it go
If I let it go, shit, that's probably how I'mma go ('cause I'm without you)
If I keep thuggin' that's more time with the bros
But thug for too long, that's jail time and funerals
You know the streets love nobody
But I can't stay in the house, I'm not no homebody
And when the beef is on, who gon' go about me?
I know my four hunnids for sure got me (got no reason to care)
Thuggin' with a heart, I be slidin' to Drake
Livin' life lookin' over my shoulder gotta hide my face ('cause I'm without you)
How many more contributions I gotta make
How many more bullet wounds I gotta take

(Made up my mind, I'm leaving this time)
(Without you)
Gotta leave the streets alone
Tryna leave the streets alone
(All of those times, I'll leave them behind)
(Without you)
Gotta leave the streets alone
Tryna leave the streets alone

I got too many dead homies (and now I feel the breeze in my hair)
Too many locked up in the fed homies
Too many pill head med homies (the wind in my sail)
Pull the trigger before they fight like a man homies
Damn, God damn, homie (got no reason to care)
Family horrified cause I glorify the streets
Million dollar nigga, why I'm orchestratin' the beef? ('cause I'm without you)
Niggas turnin' rats, phone tapped, this deep
Lifestyle chaotic, I ain't never known peace
I'm tryna figure out at what point this shit is old
I'm tryna tell myself I made it this far, a nigga gold
The opps can't take my life, they want to see it fold
I'm tryna see my kids live they whole life, see 'em old
Don't let my past life affect future goals
The street life be f*cking up my household ('cause I'm without you)
I gotta put my baby mom before my bros
Plan Bs 'cause I'm nutting in all my hoes

(Made up my mind, I'm leaving this time)
(Without you)
Gotta leave the streets alone
Tryna leave the streets alone
(All of those times, I'll leave them behind)
(Without you)
Gotta leave the streets alone
Tryna leave the streets alone
(And now I feel the breeze in my hair)
(The wind in my sail)
(Got no reason to care)
('Cause I'm without you)
Gotta leave the streets alone
Tryna leave the streets alone

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Killa Cali

I'm from killer, killer Cali'
We ride low-low Chevys and Caddys
Palm trees and kush smoke, good weather and baddies
In the city, you can lose your life, gotta move to the Valley

Killer Cali' where I live, that's where I'm from
Don't overdose, don't get killed where I'm from
The lights is bright, the parties is fun
Becomin' a bum, the chances is young
Gangbangers on every corner, that's who we become
Influenced by the big homie, how I probably began
Go through hell, but if you make it out, you won
Floor seats at Staples Center, where Gigi was
In Oakland, it's side shows on the daily
Out in the Bay, the splash brothers goin' crazy
Out in LA, it's red and blue paisleys
Out of town, let's move here 'cause the weather and ladies
In LA, the next superstar is in the makin'
Athletes and actors, we produced the greatest
Rappers and trappers, nigga, we produced the greatest
From the same place some of the greatest got taken

I'm from killer, killer Cali'
We ride low-low Chevys and Caddys
Palm trees and kush smoke, good weather and baddies
In the city, you can lose your life, gotta move to the Valley

Biggie got killed here, Whitney got killed here
Whitney overdosed, she died 'cause she got lit here
Pop Smoke got killed here, they took Nip' here
And that's my dawg, man, I wish I would've been there
'Pac got killed in Vegas, that's like he got killed here
Suge got blackballed, he went to jail and y'all still scared
Bullets done put my homies in wheelchairs
Got survivor's guilt 'cause I'm still here
Purple vault, oxycodone and some codeine (Codeine)
How they let Michael Jack' be a dope fiend? (Dope fiend)
Nigga, you trippin' with the doctors, should have told him
Eazy died right tryna make it right with his old team
Nate gone, Dolla gone, B-Brazy too
Mac Miller, Marilyn Monroe, my city painful
From a city where the legend get halo'd (Halo'd)
In Los Angeles, we lost angels

I'm from killer, killer Cali'
We ride low-low Chevys and Caddys
Palm trees and kush smoke, good weather and baddies
In the city, you can lose your life, gotta move to the Valley
I'm from killer, killer Cali'
We ride low-low Chevys and Caddys
Palm trees and kush smoke, good weather and baddies
In the city, you can lose your life, gotta move to the Valley

I'm from killer, killer Cali'
We ride low-low Chevys and Caddys
Palm trees and kush smoke, good weather and baddies
In the city, you can lose your life, gotta move to the Valley