Decided 2 Album Lyrics by Youngboy Never Broke Again

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Free Sex

(Feel you on this one, Oso)

This K2 got me started
I'm so rude, I don't wanna argue
'Cause it could turn out very badly, girl, right now
Very badly, yeah, right now (D-Roc, oh)

Match my cool, I'll treat you badly, yeah, bad choice
I, I, I knew you was a bad start
But I went for the green anyway, good choice
She wanna party, f*ck all night long (hey, hey, hey)
She wan' me f*ck her with the lights on (oh)
On the bottom of them blicks, we got green lights on (okay, okay)
So better not come inside this slime zone, oh yeah

I stay with you, cuttin' up in the coupe
Seen your shit, you been out there vibin', I been poppin' my cool
Bitch, make me pull up on you
Already know how I do
Pull up, young baller, I shoot
At anyone, even you, okay
I'm slime
I put that on Bird 'nem grave
Tell me straight, I might leave dead, yeah
Oh my
Don't mind nothing that I say
I might be high anyway, oh

Since she takin' my soul
Now this bitch, she gotta go
I'm a man, I need control
Feelin' like I'm dying slow
And she don't even seem to know

You match my cool, I'll treat you badly, yeah, bad choice
I, I, I knew you was a bad start
But I went for the green anyway, good choice
She wanna party, f*ck all night long (hey, hey, hey)
She wan' me f*ck her with the lights on (oh)
On the bottom of them blicks, we got green lights on (okay, okay)
So better not come inside this slime zone, yeah

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Wrong

(D-Roc)

Look, shot the shit, just me and Ten
Shorty house, my big sister kid
Started off, I was broke as f*ck
Now I came up and I'm millions in
Shorty whole world f*cked up, he need all ends
F*ck a nigga whole world up, take his soul then
You love me? Bitch, you a f*ckin' liar
Treated me bad once, you won me over and I don't know why
Give it one more chance, I tried, I tried
When grandma died, along my soul died
I'm a lonely child, now just tell me I ain't shit

I know
Let it out or be something wrong
Maybe I showed
That I don't need them around

F*cked up, wish I could call Rich
F*ck that, I don't know who my friend
Niggas been cliquin' up with niggas like they want it with me
All on my shit when I'm around, I got choppers in
And you ain't safe, bitch, no, I don't play, bitch
I take this cutter and cut up and shoot you in your f*ckin' face, bitch
Niggas ain't been playin' 'bout shit, when I cry, you won't try again
I ain't got no purpose, so I'm gon' cut up for Big Dump, bitch
We see the enemy, then we dump, dope in my speakers and the trunk, bitch
And ain't no scorin', it's just for one
This for my youngins who see trucks and they run
This for that youngin had to take his partner life behind a gun
This for my mama and that trauma and that time that I done spun
Spinnin' on you bitch niggas and livin' like a rich nigga
KD can't walk, wish I could sit with him or f*ck a bitch with him
She eat his dick behind and I kill her, my clique too official
Eighty things, no girl, it be all boy, serve it like that raw hard
I can't wait 'til Meech come home so he can get right back in charge
I buy that bitch new Chanel and a Rolls-Royce
If I grab that stick, I cause hell and it's over
And I'm dumb as shit, I done fell for this girl, God
I looked at my nigga Rich, he can tell
Slime gettin' high 'til I think I'm in heaven
'Cause everyone 'round do not fit me in hell
Hold up, that bitch don't want you, you gon' trap her
I been locked inside the stu' like a trapper
If we catch one of these rappers, we gon' wrap them
Seen that lil' boy, when I came home, I got after
You stupid bitch, Nike make you run way faster, should've had some
Now that's what you get from tryna take the title off of my drum
I was fumblin' with that chopper, I swung through, they said I had one
And my daddy gettin' on my ass 'cause he say we could just sent one
Hall of fame of manipulation in interrogation room
This shit we goin' through'll make you choose and want to break the broom
After all that I been through, it make you choose, I don't got faith in you
They laugh, but I ain't cool when I abuse, feel like I break the room
We argue as we feud sometimes I just plan on shakin' you
Battin' you and just handlin' you, turn you 'round and just do what I do
When I come through, I'll make a body fall
When I come through, lookin' out for all of y'all

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Bop

(Just run that bitch, Malik)
Look, look

My brother Big E
He keep that chopper on his shoulder (he keep that chop)
Oh, he a soldier (oh, he'll pop a nigga)
My brother 3Three (baow)
He get the drop so I can fold ya (oh, that beat bangin', nigga)
I thought I told ya

Hold on, my wife not mine
Got diamonds on and that'll blind ya
Pussy nigga, I been grindin', I been shinin'
I done f*cked my bag up (huh), and I ain't scared to tell nobody
I'm gon' have another sixty Ms in my pocket 'fore next year end
Play with Top, way quick, they pop your top, know they get killed, man
Got her out her top, your bitch a bop, gone off that santan
Got no time for these hoes pussy poppin', where my money, man?
Know the FBI been tryna stop me, I need VPN
Bitch better quit that poppin' 'fore you f*ck around, get your mans spinned
Know my youngin poppin', bitch, I cut up like a madman
Outside, bitch, we poppin', bitch, we poppin', spin that Yeat again
Hit your block with switches, then we repeat like a ceiling fan
We fill up at Conoco, walk 'round with that Calico, we got all type of poles
'Fore I blast you, strike a pose, bitch, watch your soul go
Strike him with this bitch, that cutter flashin' like T Romo
Cut up like my daddy, bitch, Montana kill you, you want smoke
Bitch, float your boat, you better not choke, boy, you a ho
Bitch, we gon' beat the last side, we're still together, that's how that go
R.I.P. Dump, now I done seen this once before
Yeah, ain't no problem, I say

My brother Big E
He keep that chopper on his shoulder
Oh, he a soldier
My brother 3Three
He get the drop so I can fold ya
I thought I told ya
Y'all boys want beef
We catch you slippin' and we dome ya
We walk down on ya, look

Hit the bitch in his face like back to back
They won't realize him and that's facts
We turn your son into a pack, we blew his noggin
Bitch, this gravedigger mode, I can't wait for Stunna Island
I'm recordin' right now, do a song, and bitch, it's perfect stimulizin'
They won't put that pistol on me, they use papers to decline me
Bitch, I'm thuggin', I'll send them slimes to f*ck up your whole climate
She was f*cked up, buy her a sugar bag and I won't tell nobody
He was f*cked up 'bout that sugar bag, couldn't pay his hit deposit
Play with me, but Meechy got me bad, so I gotta call up Brasi
He still f*cked up, he wan' talk 'bout ads and how he beat up pockets
After all I see, I got this, my watch glisten, they gon' watch this
I been thinkin' I might need to go put caskets on my eyelids
Earlobes got shovels, and my G-Wag' got that B in it
Step inside my lane, best come with pain, bitch, you get beat it
Weekends, I need my paper strong, wife need to hit Spain for a weekend
Bitch, find a plug around, don't come back home until we deep in
I ain't nowhere good, you're gone
I need you back, don't do no creepin'
These niggas holdin' me down, I need to find me another rich friend
Shit, I need to sell some hitmans
Get contracts changed to contrast
No, you couldn't stand up to that four-five, you died, you stupid dumbass
On my side, you get no pass
Tote big fires with green flags
We hop out, better run fast
Nigga, yeah

My brother Big E
He keep that chopper on his shoulder
Oh, he a soldier
My brother 3Three
He get the drop so I can fold ya
I thought I told ya, yeah

Huh, ooh
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Oh yeah
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt

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My Address Public

Come on, hmm
Come on, hmm
Come on, mmm
Come on, come on
Lil Top, nigga (D-Roc)

Woke up in the mornin', smoke my Newport like a camel, I need answers
I'm f*cked up and I been contemplatin' 'bout blammin' 'em and slammin' 'em
Tryna stick you out your cannon, bitch, then lay you on a canvas
All this money layin' 'round this bitch, I'm long ways from sadly
I'm a savage like my daddy, I get active, yeah, you heard me
Tote .223s in my 23s, bitch, make me pop out that 'Burban
Pussy niggas wan' swerve me, she heard about it, she worried
Pull on side me, open fire, I'm tryna do a bitch dirty

Ooh, ballin'
Put her in that Cullinan, tell 'em that I'm slime
Say ooh, I'm thuggin'
Tell him that I'm on 'em, my address public
'Cause I got a chopper 'round this motherf*cker
I got my Glock out, tryna blow at something
She was on my dick and you know I f*cked her
Over a million dollars layin' on the table
I got my cutter, nigga

Yeah, bitch, come and f*ck with me
Two-four-seven gettin' it, I been tryna make a way
I, I been grindin', tryna make a livin'
Baby girl, you the sickest, why you hidin'?
I fly you private, come f*ck with me, yeah
Yeah, fly you to my city, yeah
Salt Lake, this my business, bitch
Pressed, why you up in it? Yeah
I'm Kentrell, yeah, you see me winnin'
I'm the one who split him when I got fresh out of prison
Pour up on that keke, I'm YB, you know me
Poured up off that codeine, I'm strapped, I'm movin' slowly
I'm so f*ckin' lonely, I been needin' her for to hold me
But once I put it on her, she want money, get from 'round me
I'm a f*ckin' gunner, still that same way that they found me
At the celebrity ball game, diamonds runnin' through my teeth
Friends posted some years later, I'm happy who ain't f*ck with me
And bitch, you better not f*ck with me, you know I got this gun on me, hmm

Ballin'
Put her in that Cullinan, tell 'em that I'm slime
Say, ooh, I'm thuggin'
Tell him that I'm on 'em, my address public
'Cause I got a chopper 'round this motherf*cker
I got my Glock out, tryna blow at something
She was on my dick and you know I f*cked her
Over a million dollars layin' on the table
I got my cutter, nigga

Pour up on that keke, I'm YB, you know me
Poured up off that codeine, I'm strapped, I'm movin' slowly
I'm so f*ckin' lonely, I been needin' her for to hold me
But once I put it on her, she want money, get from 'round me
I'm a f*ckin' gunner, still that same way that they found me
At the celebrity ball game, diamonds runnin' through my teeth
Friends posted some years later, I'm happy who ain't f*ck with me
And bitch, you better not f*ck with me, you know I got this gun on me

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Life N Glory

(Any last words?)
(Berge always flexin')
Oh
(It's Malik on the track)

Chippewa talking, my brother first car two rods, one bar
We split that bitch down the middle, then we both floatin' 'til tomorrow
I say, I had a dream I told Three
Pray hard, he chose me
AI was sixteen with a hundred Gs
With a thirty-eight with a hammer on it, tryna leave shit dead on scene
Mama, I swear to never live my life in glory
And if I had one wish, it'd be that none of my niggas never change
I'ma forever stack these millions, tryin' my hardest bein' a man

Hold up, wake up, crank up the Rolls-Royce
That shit was no choice, know that I gotta keep a double R in my garage
I got XD, equipped a light and beam
It ain't never less than three security running 'round the yard
They talk 'bout how I made it far, I had it hard though
Sold soft and hard dope
I'm a f*cking shame if Three go back to selling P's
Know we both might relapse with a five hundred load
Play with my heart, I might relapse with five hundred hoes
I'm on that money, I leave no gap, I'm flyin' in that Rolls
I'm still that same youngin, I'm floating off of a twenty tryna take some shit down
Nba, your bitch ain't safe, so hide her when I come around
Five hundred thousand on that bitch in one day, she stayin' down
I got two wanna come take me out on the lake like right now
I need two for to just it all in they face like a towel
I'm so cool, got that G-Wagen lift up inches like a thesaurus
Switch my rims out the place, ain't no way they could ignore it
I been makin' all these pussy-ass niggas mad, I ain't gettin' bored
I take one M for one month, just splurge, I just blow it
Who gon' take somethin'? You just one cut, you gon' die inside that foreign
Atlanta projects, got them hitters tryna blow somethin', they knowin'
F*ck that fine, that's a full-breed, chuckin' through it, snowin'
Then I'll breathe, leave my land to my son
She so fine, she had fooled me, I knew what I was doing
I can't say that my lil' slime ain't tell me nothin'
They don't like how all these diamonds on us
They don't like how we be shinin' on them
And I say, all behind my money
Put a bitch off in the trunk and never again, you'll ever see 'em
Put eighty grand on top of your head and your relatives
No hesitation, show 'em the SIG, f*ck it, he done felt the steel
F*ck wrong with me? 'Cause all I think end a nigga career
One lucky squeeze, soon as you die, have your family in tears
We make three bodies drop one night, gravedigging for real
We hit our knees, cry to messiah, I swear to stay still
F*ck wrong with these niggas? I swear it ain't hard to be real
That was your partner, he couldn't hold on to charge of the year
Picked up that powder, he done put down that boy for this year
Promised his wife that he wouldn't buy no more cars this year
Valuable chick, I had to look, best see stars in the rear
Smoking back to back on Jos, I'm waiting for his heart to just fail
F*ck it, told his wife that he wouldn't buy no more watches this year
Life been gettin' so frightening, need to send out a hawk to stay clear
Seventy-five built like Elvis, feel like my uncle in here
Knowing that I would never be shit with the most money in here
Who got the most money in there?
Five grand enough for her to take granny flowers up there
Dropping nothing, that's a hundred, that's clear, I send me a hundred through there
Hiding behind my money, you'll die if you run up in here
I bought ear pieces, want money, you'll die 'fore I even much see 'em
Tryna shoot drones out in that night, they too close to the car porch
Cut off my phone late at night, what you picking my heart for?
Know she got me, but still I think, "What she f*ckin' old boy for?"
At night, I bleed, no serenity, who you think the scar for?
Five times Jake, Dej could push it and stamp it with Star Wars
You could go and ask Birdman, I'd push with apple, apple before
Five hundred thousand just one verse, my voice a whole load
Eight million dollars up in jewelry, tell my wife to count her own
I just got my sons fitted, tell them bitches that we on
Go tell lil' Morg that I did it, bitch, I'm gone
Grandma Native American, private land that I own
Never once I'll settle, shit, mentally, I done grown
Eight hundred thousand on the watch, my boy, this shit ain't no facade
The real king of BR, bitch, it ain't no lease for it
Could elevate my garage, this elevation too hard
Told you I want a new mansion before I see my lil' boy
I say my life is too fancy and I don't even much show it
Take ten thousand dollars for to keep my fire going
One in the morning, me and my engineer go sit inside the foreign
Got hikers trailin' 'round at night, security draw down, what you doing?
Coyotes runnin' 'round at night, I know neon inside the lawn
Update her pictures, everything upper echelon
One Percocet, one Xanny, plus one stick for the night, then I say I'm done
I'm scared as f*ck when my door close, better not come inside on this gun
I'll send my sister to an island and I'll call her once I'm done
When I respond, it said wrong number, she was tryna send my son
I'm so f*cked up chemically and mentally, I hate the sun
They be tryna see if I'm dead, I never go outside for nothing

Chippewa talking, my brother first car two rods, one bar
We split that bitch down the middle, then we both floatin' 'til tomorrow
I say, I had a dream I told Three
Pray hard, he chose me
AI was sixteen with a hundred Gs
With a thirty-eight with a hammer on it, tryna leave shit dead on scene
Mama, I swear to never live my life in glory
And if I had one wish, it'd be that none of my niggas never change
I'ma forever stack these millions, tryin' my hardest bein' a man

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Came A Long Way

(Mario)
(Daytrip took it to ten, hey)

I done came a long way from up the road
Daddy up in jail, long ways up the road
I'm from the streets, my nigga, but my son won't be from there
Spent half my life inside the streets, I still don't even care
'Cause I stacked that money high
I gotta thank God that I made a way
I could've messed up my life
Spent hours late through the night
It could be worse, I'm thanking God I'm the one who was saved

I done did jail time in the Northside, ducking from that fire
I even rode the city bus with moms as a child
Remember times I sit there hotboxin', just me and them slimes
Now in my Maybach or that Rolls where we smoke all night
Now I be screamin', "I'm a real top shotta"
Jail, I slept with lifers, depend on how my life goes
Don't wanna see the pen' again
I am not a writer, they cannot take my title
It all come from my heart and dome
Had to run up all this money for my kids, I'm suicidal
All these dead men be speaking to me saying, "Go get some more"
I keep hearing a voice, I think it's Dave saying, "Keep my pole"
I keep hearing a voice, I think it's Dump, keep saying, "Don't trust these hoes"

I done came a long way from up the road (long way)
Daddy up in jail, long ways up the road (yeah)
I'm from the streets, my nigga, but my son won't be from there
Spent half my life inside the streets, I still don't even care (I don't)
'Cause I stacked that money high
I gotta thank God that I made a way
I could've messed up my life
Spent hours late through the night
It could be worse, I'm thanking God I'm the one who was saved

Used to go half on a blunt, just me and Tony
Used to be with Jordan and then some shit go wrong, he end up dumpin'
That's my twin with the twins, Trey know nothin' but get the money
Have a fight inside the hood, I lose or win, that shit ain't nothin'
All I know is go again, don't give a f*ck 'cause I was thuggin'
Started clutchin', never slippin', I was tryna stretch me somethin'
Had a shootout right on side, I blew, my gun jammed, I start runnin'
Remember Tom was right, he showed me how to work the motherf*cker
Say he been in this section years, he grew up with my mom and uncle
I watched my nigga trap off powder, less than all, he still ain't fumble
I know my X was laced with fentanyl, I grew wise and still ain't crumble
They'll tell you I'm the king of the jungle like Mutombo, my nigga

I done came a long ways from up the road
Daddy up in jail long ways down the road
I'm from the streets, my nigga, but my son won't be from there
Spent half my life inside the streets, I still don't even care
'Cause I stacked that money high
I gotta thank God that I made a way
I could've messed up my life
Spent hours late through the night
It could be worse, I'm thanking God I'm the one who was saved

(Daytrip took it to ten, hey)
From the streets, my nigga, but my son won't be from there
(Mario)
I still don't even care

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Better Than Ever

I feel like I'm here with Jason
I feel like I made it

I like those chicks cause problems
It make me feel better than ever
I chose that Rolls over 'Rari
Got in it, feel better than ever
I know she wish she didn't cross me
I been doin' better than ever
I take these drugs while exhausted
Have me feelin' better than ever

I excepted everything that they said 'bout me
Let 'em keep talkin', only make me do better
Go harder, I'm special
I'm a thugged-out nigga, my feelings dropped in the letter
I do my shit on all these bitches, I won't let up
And God chose me
So tell that bitch stop hatin' on me
So tell that bitch, so tell that broad I hustle hard for everything
Nigga gon' lose they life
I don't know one thing, they think they scarin' me
Came up picturin' paintin'
I can't picture pain, them feelings runnin' through lil' shorty
She say you did her wrong, I say it's all me
I say, "Leave shit alone, girl, focus on ballin'"
One day, he'll see you losing, you'll see him back calling
Grab the phone, call up my dog, I don't know about all this
I don't know what we beefin' for
Rolls-Royce and we both in it, should be
Gave this ho my last name, wish she would cheat
Think of everything I achieved and feel relieved
Look at me, designer my clothes (whoa-oh)
I get camo'd down, got several hoes, got several homes
They left me stranded and they left me down
See 'em blessing and I'm winning, I barely pick up my phone
And they can't call now

I like those chicks cause problems
It make me feel better than ever
I chose that Rolls over 'Rari
Got in it, feel better than ever
I know she wish she didn't cross me
I been doin' better than ever
I take these drugs while exhausted
Have me feelin' better than ever

You on my mind right now
I'ma fly from out of town
I can't put this cup down
Them pills gon' make me smile
I was wonderin' what happened, how'd your love get out of bounds?
I ignored you when you called, read your message, laughed out loud
I'm doin' way better now, fell in love with my hustle
On the road doin' shows, it's just me and all my brothers
We ain't got the same parents, but we had the same struggle
'Member back when we was broke, all we had was each other
And now I'm Maybach ridin', look how far a nigga came
I was on the block without a thing
I was tryna hustle up a zip, I was tryna rap, tryna sing
If I could take it all back again
There's so much of the shit that I'd change
Hopin' I don't die over fame, cousin Brock died over 'caine
Nigga pillow talkin' to a bitch, hope he die tryna say my name
And, they say happiness, one day, I'll find
One day, it'll be alright
Look at me
Tell me, what do you see when you look at me?
I'm finally free

I like those chicks cause problems
It make me feel better than ever
I chose that Rolls over 'Rari
Got in it, feel better than ever
I know she wish she didn't cross me
I been doin' better than ever
I take these drugs while exhausted
Have me feelin' better than ever

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Play With Us

(Juppy on the beat)
(D-Roc)

Woo, huh, who that is? Look
F*ck me good then give that bitch some bands and tell that bitch shut up
Run my hood, I call it home of land, come there, I put you up
Outside like we some Backyardigans, you ain't gon' f*ck with us
Play with us, brrt, we leave a stain, don't stop me
Pussy boy don't ever wanna see a madman rage
I don't love too much but Dej just got that stick inside her name
Stack that money up, stay fresh as f*ck, bring opps that major pain

In the streets like some As, I'm committed
For's on the cutlass and Bentley
Hoes wanna suck me and lick me
My grandfather gravedigging pendant
Redo my whites at the dentist
Crack open the pint then I sip it
What we drink nothing but that lean
No water, I'm way too too serious
Prices on my head, I get you dead, you talk accepting that
Youngboy, I'm AI, soon as you die, I get right back to racks
Pussy bitch, that's code red, I get right on your ass
Matter fact, whoever dropped that sack, I'm talking 'bout doubling that
Get the drop, we do something bad
All them fives, I love they ass
Come outside and then ya' smashed
Or on the E-way swerve your ass
Let some shots from out the Jag' then exit once we tear it up
Wet the back of the rental then don't stop shooting 'til we pass 'em up
Steel go up for DDawg, tell 'em that's my main mane
Go tell 'em I say free Phat Beezy out that chain gang
Young nigga pop out that window and let your brain hang
They was playing games, it's just resulted to a bloody mane

Huh, who that is? Look
F*ck me good then give that bitch some bands and tell that bitch shut up
Run my hood, I call it home of land, come there, I put you up
Outside like we some Backyardigans, you ain't gon' f*ck with us
Play with us, brrt, we leave a stain, don't stop me
Pussy boy don't ever wanna see a madman rage
I don't love too much but Dej just got that stick inside her name
Stack that money up, stay fresh as f*ck, bring opps that major pain

Brand-new Lamborghini, I took that G-Wagon, got it raised
I'm gon' make you bitches bleed and go six feet behind lil' Dave
On that mattress with that stain I lay, whole life like a maze
We get active, ain't no acting, man, your ho name put in vain
No matter what I say my prayers, we was raised like that
38, 6, Chippewa, we was made like that
Inside the backyard, it be bricks, we had played like that
In Northside, it's cut through fences, get you sprayed like that
Macho man, we get that money
Macho man, drumming your gun, yeah
Pull up, hop out, dump it, I just dump it, dump it, dump it
Draw down, better not freeze up, f*cking dummy
Hunt you down about that money
Get you bust up, I go all out if my kids ain't got no money
Glock fit right with Helmut Lang, pussy, stay inside your lane
F*ck you and what you been saying, I'm a f*cking grown man
Blow that strap, hit you you're done, thirty thirty knock out your brain
V12 motor blow the engine in the Mulsanne, switching lanes
My lil' bitch ain't never finished, she still ride me to this day
Never leave me, if I need her, she gon' sign her name on things
Get the box, ship the Shyne jewels, I'm a well-rounded man
I'm wit' Meek, can't get with the youth, they tryna take a nigga name
I'm gon' take me a Xan' and Percocet to keep from going insane
I'm gon' splurge on me a bitch all just because I could
Crips and bloods in this bitch, bad bitch tryna give me hugs
You could mug in this bitch and get your ass filled up with slugs
Could be up late tryna see what the f*cking play is
Tryna make some cake, tryna buy me a brand-new crib
Remember my stomach ache, I'm hungry, I ain't have shit for real
Remember I shot that Drac' from the corner, I get that shit for real

Huh, who that is? Look
F*ck me good then give that bitch some bands and tell that bitch shut up
Run my hood, I call it home of land, come there, I put you up
Outside like we some Backyardigans, you ain't gon' f*ck with us
Play with us, brrt, we leave a stain, don't stop me
Pussy boy don't ever wanna see a madman rage
I don't love too much but Dej just got that stick inside her name
Stack that money up, stay fresh as f*ck, bring opps that major pain

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Now Who

(Any last words?)
(Berge always flexin')
(I stay turnt)
(Made way to Utah)
(I'm from the South but I came from the Nawf)
Let's do it, it's Top, nigga, it's a brand new day
Pussy-ass nigga wan' play, I got my Drac'
Pussy-ass nigga wan' play, better have some cake

Can't stay off Boot, while in that booth
Straight out that boot, like I'm Weezy
Knock out your tooth, bitch, speak the truth
I been livin' life like a demon
I got good money, 'round the globe, I did my shit like Fefe
I tote that chopper when I roll in the N-O like BG
Oh, I was tryna catch a body
Peter lost his momma, he split one for me
I ain't 'posed to tell nobody
F*ck up my deal, get put in a pickle, nigga
Think it's a game, die when we scrimmage
Ain't lose my brain, come with my change
F*ck all this fame, my name been blemished

Niggas gettin' rowdy, I ain't quit, that's for cowards
I got my gun for who runnin' up on me
Runnin', I been makin' my routes
They plan on takin' me out
I took the world and f*cked the brains out
Now, who's the motherf*cker? (Come and see)
Now, who's the motherf*cker? (Now, who's the motherf*cker?)
Now, who's the motherf*cker?
Livin' life like a motherf*cker

Huh, five jets on the runway
No bonjour, go one way
I catch two bodies then I parlay
I'm a God, tell me what my God say
I'm a thug, shoot the Glock sideways
From the mud, get it out nine ways
I could buy 'em boys, I just lock down and get time paid
Dead lie, that city crime don't pay
All time rage 'cause my mind caged
Got more money than my net worth
Ask major labels, I'm they worst f*ckin' slave
Tired of carryin' them and now my neck hurt
Got my chest lookin' like Starburst
Pussy nigga, you'll get your head burst, I had to starve first
Ridin' on a surfboard, try ridin' on my wave
F*ck 'em, I gots to get paid, gots get paid
Multimillions, I got high to heal my pain
I f*cked on my last ho, hit her up, then she came
Nigga play wit' my name, I'm havin' one of these slimes comin' through swangin'
Nigga tryin' show us too much heart, get hit in his brain, makin' a change
I don't drive in no push-start, young nigga done made it out of the rain
Hopin' moms forgive my heart, I ain't never changed the way I came

Niggas gettin' rowdy, I ain't quit, that's for cowards
I got my gun for who runnin' up on me
Runnin', I been makin' my routes
They plan on takin' me out
I took the world and f*cked the brains out
Now, who's the motherf*cker? (Come and see)
Now, who's the motherf*cker? (Now, who's the motherf*cker?)
Now, who's the motherf*cker?
Livin' life like a motherf*cker

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My Body

(Just ask me)
(D-roc)

Oh
Had you on my mind 'til this morning
My thoughts all around 'cause I don't know what I'm doin'
Know a lot of things wouldn't be fair to you
So I'm tryna keep this flowin' (oh)
F*ck around and catch me in that Rolls with some tissue
Shittin' on these niggas and I'm cryin' 'cause I miss you
For to give in, she just gotta hear I'm down, this shit pitiful
Why you keep me 'round and you feel like I ain't shit to you?
And, you knowin' that my love rare, you just treat it like it's bountiful
Out the blue, you get a cold stare, when I think of shit I sent to you
I just wonder is this really real
Or, you got somebody teachin' you?

Tell me if you love somebody (I do)
Tell me if you for somebody (I don't know)
She don't really love my body (oh, no)
She just wanna keep me from somebody (I know)

I don't have to think again, I'm all for you
Deeply love you, and I miss you
I miss touchin', I miss f*ckin', and I
Tatted up my face again, I'm already ugly
And, you my bitch, you pretty, I don't want you in public

But, I just cut you loose and I do what I do
Let the bitch do what she please, I fly her out to Cancun
Break my heart, I'm sittin' here bleedin', my BM called me a fool
Jocin' off me 'cause she notice how I'm f*cked up 'bout you
Got that Xanax yesterday, ran out by this morning
F*ck you mean? I buy that Wraith, I ain't runnin' out this money
Ride horses on my trail today, all way until it's snowin'
To me, she flew, when I got through, I cut her by this mornin'
Claimin' that she lovin' me and I know that she be thuggin' me
When this bitch be actin' ABC, I wan' drag this ho from D to Z
Somehow, you made me complete
But, I'm scared of you havin' my heart
She ain't never liked shit about me
She just wanted my bro from the start

Tell me if you love somebody (I do)
Tell me if you for somebody (I don't know)
She don't really love my body (oh, no)
She just wanna keep me from somebody (I know)

I don't have to think again, I'm all for you
Deeply love you, and I miss you
I miss touchin', I miss f*ckin', and I
Tatted up my face again, I'm already ugly
And, you my bitch, you pretty, I don't want you in public

Oh
Had you on my mind 'til this morning
My thoughts all around 'cause I don't know what I'm doin'
Know a lot of things wouldn't be fair to you
So I'm tryna keep this flowin' (oh)
F*ck around and catch me in that Rolls with some tissue
Shittin' on these niggas and I'm cryin' 'cause I miss you
I just wonder is this really real
Or, you got somebody teachin' you?

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I'm A Demon

(Look out, Veno)
(Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)
Oh
This is thug, nigga
I'm a thug nigga
I, this is thug, nigga, start over what I was 'bout to say
She a thug nigga lady

I don't give her no attention
It ain't you, it's me who I'm missing
It ain't you, it's me, who you kidding?
I don't settle no wishes (wishes)
I don't settle no wishes
Everything that I say be all vivid

F*ck these bitches, baby, evolve with me
F*ck these critics, baby, we all winning
F*ck these snakes, kill 'em, they all get it
F*ck you thought, the killers, they all with it, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma buy a hatchback, your love, this another sport
Baby, I'm a demon, she treat me just like I'm God
Flash out, I can't fault her for it
'Cause I know just what I be doing

I don't know what's gotten into you, see that you ain't been playing lately
Sticks on me riding in the coupe, you been knew I was playing safely
Been know that I was dangerous
Redeye, I'm a speed racer
On all occasions
Don't separate, we keep pace
Gettin' beside myself
These hoes ain't loving, they really be f*cking with me
You the one that I know that I want, you the one that I really do need
Steady tryna come up off of me when I'll send a bitch overseas
I'll give her anything she please, bitch sister steady telling her scheme
F*ck is y'all? Y'all some nobodies
F*ck 'em all, girl, that's your body
Just make sure they tell nobody, I don't want nobody
Bitch can't see I'm full of pain, then me, she lose
She can't say I need her love, I say I'm through
'Cause I'm too real for this ho to not being real with me, oh, I
'Cause I'm too chill for this ho not be good to me, slime

I'ma buy a hatchback, your love, his another sport
Baby, I'm a demon, she treat me just like I'm God
Flash out, I fault her for it
'Cause I know just what I be doing
F*ck these bitches, baby, evolve with me
F*ck these critics, baby, we all winning
F*ck these snitches, kill 'em, they all get it
F*ck you thought, the killers, they all with it, yeah, yeah, yeah

---

Choppa Gizzle

(Just run that beat from lil' Ken)
Who wanna f*ck with a nigga? Then do somethin', do somethin'
You don't like me, lil' nigga? Then do somethin', do somethin'
Wah, haha

And now you know me
Play me like a ho, gon' need the police
Hit your block, ain't gotta roll deep
I send one nigga for to get you
It's one nigga to come and split you
I'm in my mansion with gorillas
Baking cakes for all you pussy niggas
Lean running over, bitch gon' ride me like a rollercoaster
F*ck my partner when it's over
Strap that chopper to my shoulder, stand over 'em like a soldier
Get the executive peeled, bitch, don't try to f*ck me over
Petey Pablo, own jail like I'm Pablo
Hold on, check the side note, make sure that his mind blow
Rich as f*ck, strung out on dope
Tryna get active with your ho
Try to act off while I cope, I'll let you know, bitch

I keep that rocket, lil' nigga, I'll shoot somethin', shoot somethin'
You don't like me, lil' nigga? Then do somethin', do somethin'
You got a problem, lil' nigga? Then prove somethin', blew somethin'
Already know when I'm comin' there, bitch, I'm tryna screw somethin'

Who got me full of loose screws? I'ma take 'em all the way out for 'em
My youngins don't do school, so I'm tryna make a way out for 'em
I need a new deal, bitch, I call that winnin' the playoffs for 'em
We go and buy new grills, plenty diamonds, bitch, and plenty guns
I'm in the Melpomene, like Pistol P, I get them fires and do 'em
I'm in this bitch with them roosters, they'll bust you up early morning
Bitch, I catch your mama yawning, shot as soon we spotted homie
Pussy bitch, I ain't your cuz, you play, I'm gon' put blood up on you
Kill me, you gon' die from staining, know that I'm a problem, nigga
I ain't tryna kill you, I'ma hit your security with that chopper, nigga
Bang out like I'm Flocka, nigga, cut a head and flop a nigga
Pussy playing with my daughter mama
Bitch, I'ma turn your daughter to a bopper, nigga
Gotta make sure lil' Top pop this nigga, I'm a perfect killing thinker
Find his address and spray paint his house that it's nice to meet you
F*ck that song, I don't need you, bitch, you dealing with a creature
I'ma catch you and snipe your pussy ass from top the bleachers

I keep that rocket, lil' nigga, I'll shoot somethin', shoot somethin'
You don't like me, lil' nigga? Then do somethin', do somethin'
You got a problem, lil' nigga? Then prove somethin', blew somethin'
Already know when I'm comin' there, bitch, I'm tryna screw somethin'
I keep that rocket, lil' nigga, I'll shoot somethin', shoot somethin'
You don't like me, lil' nigga? Then do somethin', do somethin'
You got a problem, lil' nigga? Then prove somethin', blew somethin'
Already know when I'm comin' there, bitch, I'm tryna screw somethin'

---

Bigger & Better

(Ayo, Bans, what you cooking?)
(It's Malik on the track)

Lay down while I'm deep off in my thoughts, I can barely sleep
Smoking cigarettes times I don't need, I can barely breathe
I'm f*cked up 'bout your love, without me having it feel I'm weak
F*cked up with drugs 'cause it's the only thing I have when you leaving me
Pistol on side of me, groupies on side of me
Shit, I'm married and everything, this is all that I'll ever see
Up, I can barely see if you do or don't f*ck with me
You forever up stalling out here, don't care 'bout what I achieve
And I notice that bitches I neglect treat me better when round
Having too much money still don't make nobody better
Damn, all these diamonds on me still don't make my body special
From that time being, you changed up on me, f*ck that measure
Sun out, top down, stuntin' on these hoes, I'm goin' on 'bout my way
Clocked out, don't talk while I count my cake, bitch, I ain't got time to play

Ooh

What the f*ck you got to lose?
Got the fame and got the money, I'm the one who sittin' here like a fool
Call her phone, I know she comin', but I neglect that bitch for you
What you discovered? Who you f*ckin'? Why you actin' like that out the blue?
Come on, now, if I did you somethin', tell me now what the f*ck I do
Hurtin' now, but I gotta crack a smile in front of my Mumu
Weight gain, I cut back off of pills, are you happy I improved?
So ashamed that I ain't never changed, but with this wan' be through
Eagles beek to the streets, so I know that all the hoes watching
Who love me? Who want me? Who need me?
Who here that won't mistreat me? I look around, see nobody
F*ck about who love, they don't know me
Bitch, I say show me a million dollars
I been laughing to the bank since I was sixteen
F*ck your mama, f*ck your kids, and f*ck your problems
It's on you to plan on stopping, I know you f*cked up 'cause they motive
Nigga, stand the f*ck up, they tryna leave, take the stick and blow they motor
Let them listen to all them bitches making statements like they know us
She was listenin' to them bitches 'cause they claimin' that they know somethin', they don't know us

I lay down while I'm deep off in my thoughts, I can barely sleep
Smoking cigarettes times I don't need, I can barely breathe
I'm f*cked up 'bout your love, without me having it feel I'm weak
F*cked up with drugs 'cause it's the only thing I have when you leaving me
Pistol on side of me, groupies on side of me
Shit, I'm married and everything, this is all that I'll ever see
Up, I can barely see, if you do or don't f*ck with me
You forever up stalling out here, don't care 'bout what I achieve
Sun out, top down, stuntin' on these hoes, I'm goin' on 'bout my way
Clocked out, don't talk while I count my cake, bitch, I ain't got time to play

Oh, yeah, yeah

---

Guitar Hero

And keep that too
Uh, uh
Last night was, huh, last night

Last night was so crazy
Left me with a hangover
'Cause you can't hang over
Don't know why I let you even came over
What she did to me, I got a thing for that girl

Know you was in them streets, ayy, with that chop on they shoulder
Young nigga gon' rock out, I'm a soldier
Oh, thought I told you
We loadin' up, headin' right over there
Let's get active, nigga

Huh, young nigga so f*cked up that I think my soul won't never heal
I'ma move out to New York with my lil' boo like, "F*ck them hills"
Posted in my yard on these hills, drinkin' lean like it's beer
She know I ain't gon' run from no one
She know I'll slump somethin' over
I'm a soldier, baby
If you call me, I'll go crazy
I'm sorry I couldn't make it
I was late, I was race, I was sack chasin'
I was on my way, no flake, baby
I was up all night, I was sack chasin'

Know you was in them streets, ayy, with that chop on they shoulder
Young nigga gon' rock out, I'm a soldier
Oh, thought I told you
We loadin' up, headin' right over there
Let's get active, nigga

Oh, oh, uh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, uh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, uh, whoa, oh
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Let's do it, uh, uh, uh, uh, ah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, okay

Ridin' in a two-seater like I'm a Beatle (ah)
Can't wait to see that girl, it got a sky view
I don't wanna hurt you, girl, I'm not gon' lead you on
And I'm not finna, ain't finna tell you I love you
Young nigga don't even deserve you
Don't know how the f*ck I came across you
How the f*ck a young nigga even lose you?
I'm a loser, I'm a lame 'cause I lost you

---

Deep Down

(Ken the truth)
Oh, they want my soul, I got my pole
I let it go anyway, God sent
I bring my pistol where I go
Oh, oh, oh

Deep, deep down in the waters where I was raised (ooh)
Ayy, you'll probably find the gun we knocked your mans off with
Choppers and alligators turn you to sandwiches
They eat you up 'round this bitch, Amen
Ooh, hallelujah (hallelujah)
I worked for this, you run up on me
Try to take it, I'll shoot ya (I'll shoot ya, pussy nigga)

F*ck these well dressed niggas
New suit, put hoes up in it
These niggas ain't play at all
Rap niggas, they bored from pimpin'
I just mind my business
Keep it kickin', or, I'll kill you (I)

Niggas just don't know I'm taxin' all these hoes
My uncle Jay say, "Ya ass ain't cheap, can't ride for free, wan' ride with me"
These hoes want daiquiris, but I want lean
Sit back in peace and count my cheese
Don't say a thing, bitch, please
Mississippi River ain't too for from where I was livin'
Five minutes, put your body in it, so many nights, we put choppers in it
Duckin' cops, whip full of stolen goods
We playin' robbers in it
B-Way got a chopper, and it's stolen with them coppers in it
Up it, pop it, then, flip 'em
Hit 'em, body rock 'em with it
Send him to the doctor, body locked up right after we switched him
I done seen cold, cold cases in this dirty system
These dirty hoes tryna break me when at times, I lift 'em
Tell 'em, I stay deep, deep down in the waters where I was raised
Jump off the porch with dirty Ks then watch my momma cry 'bout Dave
Nobody safe, that's 4KTrey
Bitch, you wan' play? Put guns on side your face
I'll squeeze it 'til the metal break

Deep, deep down, we put your body, you f*ckin' with me
Deep, deep down, them youngins hold it, they bustin' for me
Deep, deep down, I'm tryna bring you, you comin' for me
Deep, deep down, them demons keepin' you company

I wanna see if the bitch 'bout it
Make them hit your block with them choppers, oh, I, I
Please, don't let them youngins get close up on your car side
You know YoungBoy got 'em on you, you gon' slip up and gon' die, bitch
Fifty back-to-back on your head, I put it on it
Niggas being smart, they keep playin', they know I'm on it
Skully get the drop on your ass, gon' run down on you

Deep, deep down in the waters where I was raised (ooh)
Ayy, you'll probably find the gun we knocked your mans off with
Choppers and alligators turn you to sandwiches
They eat you up 'round this bitch, amen
Ooh, hallelujah (hallelujah)
I worked for this, you run up on me
Try to take it, I'll shoot ya (I'll shoot ya, pussy nigga)

F*ck these well dressed niggas
New suit, put hoes up in it
These niggas ain't play at all
Rap niggas, they bored from pimpin'
I just mind my business
Keep it kickin', or, I'll kill you (I)

---

Guapi

Balenciaga with my Guapi on (My Guapi on, on, yeah)
I say, I pour mud in my Styrofoam (Inside my Styrofoam, oh, oh)
I been tryna say a prayer for grandma to come home (Oh, oh, oh)
Guess I'm living in an imaginary place
I say, I guess I'm livin' like a villain up inside his last days
Can't buy my grave spot by grandma, then put me on side Lil' Dave

We done been so long with each other, built a home with each other
How the f*ck do we get you?
Hold on, you done seen me down and I bubble
I'm a motherf*ckin' hustler, you already know I been here
I been tryna hide it from my child, this shit ain't right here
I'm just stayin' right here
I just make sure that my cup stay muddy
I got that Essie on, I know you jockin' me
I got black Prada on and some Givenchy jeans

I spray that Draco 'round, bitch, you better not play with me
I'm dangerous
I know that you ain't easy to be tamed
I just cuffed my cup, like, f*ck that love, oh, oh

I just cut her off, don't need that girl, oh, no, no more
Pressed her on my wall, then gave her cheese like an NFT
She wan' be my cameraman, fly out to come sit with me
Big Maybach, bitch, let me breathe

I'm feelin' special, I might fly her out to LA, yeah
I got my weapon, it turn violent if you test me, yeah
Can't tell Mrs. Natalie that I left a coroner of niggas dead
Mm-hm-mm
I can't lose myself, I can't lose my groove, oh
I hit my knees, I need some help, these niggas wan' put me on the news
This my testimony, oh, I been tired of runnin'
They ain't give me nothin', hand out like I owe them somethin'
Oh, God, I'll break 'fore I starve
Oh, God, die for all my loved ones

We done been so long with each other, built a home with each other
How the f*ck do we get you?
Hold on, you done seen me down and I bubble
I'm a motherf*ckin' hustler, you already know I been here
I been tryna hide it from my child, this shit ain't right here
I'm just stayin' right here
I just make sure that my cup stay muddy
I got that Essie on, I know you jockin' me
I got black Prada on and some Givenchy jeans

I just cut her off, don't need that girl, oh, no, no more
Pressed her on my wall, then gave her cheese like an NFT
She wan' be my cameraman, fly out to come sit with me
Big Maybach, bitch, let me breathe

---

Freestyle

I just ain't wanna stop talkin', man, I don't know why
Man, I wanna act stupid 'round this bitch or somethin', man
(Evidently, I been shoppin' with Ken)

I don't wanna go through this no more
Ayy, I don't wanna hurt you, have to let you go
I know
I hold it down, don't never leave me lonely, don't do me wrong
Big diamonds on me, mmm (Ooh)
These times of the mornin', I be lonely, slime
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Ayy, talk that shit, Top)
Do you love me? Can I trust you? Do you deserve me? Do I irk you?
Keep that burner on me, run up on me I'm burnin' somethin', ooh
Can't take this pain out my body
But f*ck that, I got these diamonds on me
Young nigga, I been shinin' like a star, I know my body
F*ck that, they took my daddy, but won't come take away my lil' brother
Mmm, 3, tell 'em I'm 'bout business
I hold it down around this motherf*cker, nigga
Don't nobody have a job but my grandfather, nigga
So f*ck you think payin' for everything
For my mother and my sister and my brother, nigga?
I'm so f*cked up, I made it out
I'm rich as f*ck and how I feel, I'm still caught up in the struggle, nigga
But shit, I'm great, they let my nigga out
My day one, DDawg, that's my f*ckin' brother, nigga
Huh, he'll chase you down
Twelve years old, he knock one off, we had to sit ten years around, man, man
Tired of all these fake-ass people 'round me, smilin', tryna down me
All this pussy-ass whisperin', what you sayin' about me?
Bitch, let me catch like one thing
I put this on my mama, I'm too real
I let you inside my life, I'ma slime you, I'm gangster, bitch
I'm danger, nigga, R.I.P. My uncle
He got hit all in his head tryna rob a nigga, man
This shit man, it's some, stranger
Like my nigga Jim Morrison, everything strange
Even the women, when you don't wanna be with 'em or try to get in it
Man, I'm ready go back to prison
I ain't, I ain't got no love in this bitch, I ain't got no great feeling
Damn, I got that big Bentley, ride up in it and I swear to God
I feel amazin' in it, been winnin', nigga
Opps on my ass, I got a bed, I got that bag, make me mad
I got them hitters, put your face up in it, nigga
Man, tell them 'bout the niggas that was beefin' with me
Put four of his brothers' face on a tee, that bitch been sleepin' with it
Look, man, tell them 'em 'bout them niggas that was beefin' with me
Put four of his brothers' face on top his f*ckin' t-shirt, nigga, huh?
Man, it's Lil' Top, I keep my Glock, don't want no problem with you
No, just leave me 'lone, just carry on
Just carry on, I'm tryna move on, I don't want you
Just leave me 'lone I got a bad bitch in my home
Let me do anything I want, I buy her anything I want
She tell me anything to please me
Gang, these pussy niggas ain't 'bout nothin'
I put you straight inside my trunk, you niggas Stevie, don't wan' see me
On God
What the f*ck, why I'm up early in that mornin'?
Everybody in this room don't know nothin' 'bout me
Or they probably wanna come kill DDawg, he dog somethin'
But I guarantee you, I'll kill something, I'll hurt all y'all
Why? 'Cause, you my motherf*ckin' hoes and I'm a big dog
I know you wouldn't even hold it down
Y'all followin' niggas that even sold me down
Bitch, I ain't no clown, nigga, f*ck y'all
I'm out my mind, ooh
Let me hit my knees one more time, ooh
I'm a soldier, I thought I told you
I'll run down on you (come here)
I'll run down on you (bitch, come here, come here)
I get to singin' them blues, how you in blue?
I make the sound with my, I make the
I make the, make the Glock make the tunes (Ooh)
Oh, I got my Glock makin' tunes (Ooh)
These dog-ass hoes don't love me
I buy 'em anything, that's why they sit up, put up with anything
I gave her a wedding ring and that bitch ain't my wife for nothing
I'm how I done came, just like a man, I'm strictly thuggin'
All them times I was being lame, if I hurt you, girl, I love you
They don't wanna see me ballin', I been caught up in some trouble

---

Don't Hurt Me

(Mommy, India got the beats)
She real deal
Oh, yeah, ooh
Ah, ooh

I told her you hurt me, don't tell me no lies
I showed you I love you, now I'm tired of trying
I don't wanna hurt you, I need you on side me
I got you, you got me and I hope you see that I

Get goosebumps every time that I'm with you
Get goosebumps every time that I think of you
Get goosebumps every time that I think how we might be done
Get goosebumps every time I hear that that money coming, yeah

F*ck all these hatin'-ass niggas (Wow)
F*ck all these weird-ass bitches (Wow)
Told 'em come play, I'll kill 'em (Wow, Top)
Black nail paint on these niggas
Look better than most these bitches
Tell 'em stay the f*ck up out your business
She from the slums, gotta work for a minute, I'm turnin' her up like a model
Excuse me, but f*ck what your mama been talking
I told you from Front Street, I got you
I hate a bitch that could get her some millions
But steady gon' settle for dollars
I hit a bitch with that chopper and drop him
He f*ckin' around with my partners
F*ckin' around with these niggas, got permanent scars
No need for no doctor
I'm taking feelings from out of the picture
I'm taking shorty from out of my roster
Ventin' while I smoke, just cruise with my sister
Lose me, bitch, you ain't got better options
I'm that lil' nigga that run up the check
I'm that lil' nigga, you know I'm the flyest

I told her you hurt me, don't tell me no lies
I showed you I love you, now I'm tired of trying
I don't wanna hurt you, I need you on side me
I got you, you got me and I hope you see that I

Get goosebumps every time that I'm with you
Get goosebumps every time that I think of you
Get goosebumps every time that I think how we might be done
Get goosebumps every time I hear that that money coming, yeah

Joce 'bout shit, ain't none of them funny
I'm the one twenty-three years and running
I'm the one gave that bitch the most money
That she ever had inside her life
Young nigga came from nothin'
Tired of repeatin' that shit, I ain't stuntin'
Tired of zippin' shit, tired of showin' that ain't nothin'
Tired of this bitch, only want my money, oh
I been losin', I been slow pacin'
I been flexin' on my own lately
Without you, I feel like I won't make it
But I gotta realize I'm winning
All these hoes wan' date
'Cause they know once they get a image then they in it
All these hoes want babies, then they feel entitled to my millions
You would've been done drive me crazy talking 'bout my lack of attention
No, they don't know me, baby, know I'd kill 'em 'bout my women
'Bout my love, 'bout a girl who really f*ck with me
I'm a thug, and girl, they know just not to f*ck with me
When we make love, do you feel that you belong with me?
Calm down, girl, I'll do to you these thugged-out things

Told you you hurt me, I told you don't lie
I showed you I love you, now I'm tired of trying
I don't wanna hurt you, I need you on side me