I Rest My Case Album Lyrics by Youngboy Never Broke Again

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Top Girls

"Who that is you listenin' to?"
"This that new YoungBoy"
"Who?"
"YoungBoy, Lil Top, the biggest f*ckin' 5
What the f*ck, how you don't know YoungBoy?"
"Oh, my boyfriend be hatin', he don't let me listen to him"
"Damn, well, you missin' out, he on house arrest right now
I know these other rappers so happy they can finally move around in peace
But he ain't even been on that no mo', he been tryin' to stop the violence
But man, I can't wait 'til he off house arrest
He gon' shit and everybody and everything walkin'"
"Man, it sound like you in love with him"
"Yeah, I love him, everybody else love to hate him, they hoes"

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Black

Hmm, hmm, hmm, mm
Pull up, G-Wagon, huh, mm
Mmm
Different, mm (they hoes)
Uh, hey, yeah, uh-huh (these niggas, they hoes)
We don't f*ck with these niggas, they hoes (what?)
Fire, bitch, gang, uh, uh, uh (we don't f*ck with these niggas, they hoes)
Mm, mm (we don't f*ck with these niggas, they hoes)

Who the f*ck is lil' shawty? Where the f*ck is your nigga?
How you get to this party? Don't bring Backwoods, I like Swishers
I gotta Draco in the sack now, shoot the car, tryna knock out the engine
I keep this shit kickin' on top of my pendant
Dirty rod in my pouch, gotta know I ain't slippin' (go)
Black, hmm, hmm, I want everything black, huh (black)
I want everything black, huh (black), I'm buyin' everything black, huh (black)
I want that ass fat, my Range Rover black, huh
I want a whole 'nother bag, huh, I want a hunnid round gat
And I want lil' shawty, she bad, huh, I wanna beat in her back
And I wanna kill all my opps, they ain't comin' back
I want hit her, she thick (woo), I wanna keep dissin' on tracks
And I want 'bout like thirty Rollies like a nigga Ric Flair
Wait, hmm, like a nigga Ric Flair, mm
And I want damn near thirty Rollies like a nigga Ric Flair
Ha, haha, like a nigga Ric Flair, ha
And I'm so high, might fly a bitch out for her to dye my hair (oh)
These rappers be talkin' this shit and they broke
And they know for a fact I make slimes pull up
They be stealin' the swag so we f*ckin' they ho
Pick her up, hit the bitch in the back of my truck
I don't care, all this money not here for the show
Let her ride me on top while I sit in the chair
Yeah, I be feedin' the bitch, I be takin' good care
I could pull her shit off 'cause I paid for the hair
Different, mm-ah
I don't f*ck with these niggas, they hoes
We don't f*ck with these niggas, they hoes
Why you think we be f*ckin' they hoes? (Know I'm rich)
Tell 'em that I'm rich as f*ck (rich, rich, rich, rich)
How you think that I pay for that Rolls?
I just cracked open a pint, huh
You know that I pour up my bros

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Louie V

(Ayo E Go Krazy)
(ISM)
(This a Trvilll cook up)

Huh, Louis V on my jacket, I need to go black in most my clothes
I don't even wanna chill if bad hoes ain't involved
And I don't give not one f*ck 'bout what these niggas think at all
Uppin' it up, I don't need no Adderal

She bought a bag from MaxField
She know how to handle the sack, oh, well
Give a f*ck 'bout a critic
Suck a dick, tell 'em all, "Go to Hell"
I got sick, now I'm never gon' fail
Pull her hair, and I smack on her tail
I'm the shit, bitch, I'm poppin'
See me swag, don't you cop it
Pull up in that Rocky with Rick Owen
Huh, bitch come give your all to me (Uh, Benz, G, Wagon)
I'm drippin', I'm up in this motherf*ckin' Thrasher

Set trippin', I'm up in this motherf*ckin' Thrashin'
I'ma shoot at them dudes (brrt, baow)
'Cause they doin' all that flaggin'
Hold on, YB move too cool
And I run the league like I'm John Madden
Yeah, sun lean bad bitch, I dress her up in Poochie too (Oh, wow)
Shoot that crew, know they do that too
Ho, you got me naked, and I eat your food
I'm gonna buy white gold
Get your bitch for to go up and down on the pole
I'm active around this bitch, yeah, I smack on her ass tell her put up her phone

Huh, Louis V on my jacket, I need to go black in most my clothes
I don't even wanna chill if bad hoes ain't involved
And I don't give not one f*ck 'bout what these niggas think at all
Uppin' it up, I ain't need no Adderal

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Swag On Point

Yeah (just ask me)
I'm with a motherf*ckin' treesh
I ain't even gon' lie, this shit live
(Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)

Ain't no bubbly, I drink muddy
I just bought some new Celine so your bitch wanna f*ck me
She love me, won't cuff me, I know she might thug me
I'm lusting, I'm rushing, this shit might get ugly
But as long as my swag on point, uh
AMBUSH on top Dior, I'm off the hook (oh, oh)
But as long as my swag on point, uh
Givenchy, niggas got me flexin', she say I'm sexy, she know not to try me

She want matchin' Fendi fits
If I tell her, "No," I know she just might have a bad bitch fit
I know that's that girl, show how she top, it get me on demon shit (she know I'm up, wow)
Vlone, want me in cologne, don't like me 'round her friends, she homie
Yeah, huh, "I f*cked up my nails, I need 'em redone by this morning" (yeah)
That Celine, she know that I'm country
Chrome to her heart just like Givenchy, I'm dressed down in Givenchy (real talk)
Smokin' on dope all the way to the morning
I got Percs, I got sip, got her stiff like a mummy
F*ck that girl so long 'til she say she cumming
Rock swag, told her, "Please be neat with my money"
Yeah, bro, huh, I got too much Celine
Blatt, yeah, I got bitches makin' duwap for me
Wow, yeah, long as she keep my hair braided
I'm not showing one care, now that's fair
Rick Owens, that bitch rare
Tell the opps the truth, I dare 'em
Keep a bitch with long hair, and a big gun for me to slam 'em
Drop of medicine in my Tropicana
Bad white bitch from Alabama
Join Elliot when I go clean my dental
They know we'll never stop playing with hammers

Yeah, f*ck, I gotta move, pack on me (yeah)
I'm just rockin' new supervillain shit, I'ma walk with some purple jeans (yeah)
Bought both bitches designer too, yeah (yeah)
Huh, that's all me, Top

Ain't no bubbly, I drink muddy (I drink lean)
I just bought some new Celine so your bitch wanna f*ck me
She love me, won't cuff me, I know she might thug me (she know she might thug)
I'm lusting, I'm rushing, this shit might get ugly
But as long as my swag on point, uh (but long as my swag on point)
(?) on top Dior, I'm off the hook (oh, oh)
But as long as my swag on point, uh
Givenchy, niggas got me flexin', she say I'm sexy, she know not to try me

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Bitch Yeah

(Timmy Da HitMan)
Huh, what?
What? What? What? What? What?
What? What?

What's crackin'? What? (what?)
Or whatever I'm brackin' on, bitch
Yeah, that my blood, I got all Fives 'round this bitch
These hoes wan' f*ck, these niggas can't f*ck with none of us in this bitch
I'm, a hit at your clique with the stick (baow)
Make me turn you lil' boys to a lick (a lick)
I got stripper big booty bitches blowin' up on my phone
Too much swag, stylist cop more clothes inside of my home
Put yo' bitch in Vlone
Bitch, play what you please along as you don't no QC on
Bitch, I make you bleed, ho
Bitch, I know I bleed, ho
Band red 5, big B, ho (hell, yeah)
Bitch, get on your knees, ho (yeah, yeah)
Come and suck it with no teeth, ho (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich, bitch, I'm rich as shit
Come get it, got to whip it
Know I got to whip it, nigga, come and get your bitch
Molly, Molly, Holly, Wolly, had a 30, whip out his body
I don't play that shit, I keep that chopper
I might buy me a Maserati
Shoot that drum at that bitch, it's startin'
'Fore get to my shit, you know I'ma pop it
Bitch, give me yo' soul, give me yo' body
Swag out the bitch, pop out for mama
I get high in this bitch (I'm gone)
I get so high in this bitch (I'm gone)
I might make her pause a nigga
Bitch, come touch your toes
Finna make a R&B bitch come here and hand off her phone (yeah)
If we f*ck 'bout how good she can sing, bitch, get that phone (yeah)

Bitch, get that phone (Oh)
Bitch, get that phone (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, get that phone, ho
Bitch, get that phone (yeah, yeah)

My brothers are kickin' a door (yeah, yeah)
I don't like that nigga, a ho (yeah, yeah)
I don't like that lil' boy's bitch
I do not like for my ho to hear none these songs
Like when I break her back to my songs
Lookin' at these bitch make racks at home
Tell me what type if time you on
Buy me clothes, they fit me right
I don't know who f*ckin' side you on
I know that this wrong it ain't real right
I ain't f*ckin' on her every night
I ain't put money on yo' head, that's right
Bang red, that blood, my thug, my Five
You know slime could get this party hype
She rock soon as I get outside
Rudolph beam on his nose and eyes
Which one gon' eat me right?
Geekin', I'm geekin', I'm higher than high (uh-huh)
Geekin', I'm geekin', I'm higher than high (bitch)
I get higher with her when I'm shoppin' online (bitch, yeah)
I can get all my words to this, everytime (bitch, yeah)
In this bitch without you on my side (bitch, yeah)
You on my side, bitch, don't play with my money you know you my guy (bitch, yeah)
I got factory tires on bottom of each of my rides (bitch, yeah)
I got factory tires on bottom of each of my rides (bitch, yeah)

I got more money than you lil' boys, y'all some bitches (bitch, yeah)
I can't even drive and got more cars, your shit is leased or rented (bitch, yeah)
Know we make shit hype on back got switches (bitch, yeah)
I don't give no f*ck 'bout who rockstar, I don't want you bitches (bitch, yeah)

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Red

Yeah, yeah, yeah (oh, ohh)
I'm a real, I'm a real
I'm a real good slime

I'ma ride that red eye (red eye) like a demon
Stack that money 'til I can't no more (no more)
We be robbin' and schemin' (on God), oh Lord
How long would it be until this pain gon' go?
Straight from bottom, blow a bag on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah
Just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, I pay that
Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag

I stayed down lately, shawty, I'd die for you
F*ck that shit that he be talkin', did he ride for you?
I jeopardize and send my brothers 'fore to slide for you
And every nigga 'round me willing 'fore to die for you
Who you judgin'? I come up straight from the gutter
We done struggled, me and my brothers had no one but each other
I can buy a hatchback, but can't buy my family back, my life nothin'
I want my Ni back, but I'm caught up with these hoes and I'm thuggin'

I'ma ride that red eye (red eye) like a demon
Stack that money 'til I can't no more (no more)
We be robbin' and schemin' (on God), oh Lord
How long would it be until this pain gon' go?
Straight from bottom, blow a bag on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah
Just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, I pay that
Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag

Ride foreign ride, got plenty money, but that north where I reside at
But I'd fly miles 'cross this town to see you smile
She be fans of other niggas, like this bitch wan' be a hype man
But the minute I wan' be alone, she don't like that
I took heed into your letters, I was locked up with no celly
I ain't wanna be no rival with you
From the bottom all the way back to my section
Everyday, yeah, we be steppin'
F*ck chasin', I will not be through
I'm all caught up with money, like, "F*ck this dream, it ain't nothin'"
And f*ck these hoes that don't love me, niggas don't like how I be stuntin'
I miss Big Dump like my granny, we still at war 'bout my cousin
Diggin' 'but I ain't searchin' for gold, I know I'm lookin' for somethin'

I'ma ride that red eye (red eye) like a demon
Stack that money 'til I can't no more (no more)
We be robbin' and schemin' (on God), oh Lord
How long would it be until this pain gon' go?
Straight from bottom, blow a bag on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah
Just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, I pay that
Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag (yeah)

Slime

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Double Cup

Ha, double cup my styrofoam
'Cause you know I like my lean cold on ice
Thinkin' 'bout you late inside my room
'Cause you know I didn't forget about your stone cold eyes

Home, three inside the mornin'
And she blowin' up my phone, tellin' me she want me
'Member the first time I leaned off lean-lean-lean-lean
Know I make sure that she never want for anything
Her conscience still gon' make the phone ring-ring-ring
Might block her from my line, that's gon' make her pull up on me, come wait down

Huh, I don't know what's goin' on, but know that Patek could be brown, huh
I could switch the band up, no, don't make me flash out
Lure you out that room, now sit your ass down
You gon' stop that bad-mouth
Know it smell and I'm straight layin' 'round
Clingin' from brain down, grab her, push her brain down
Now you know I'ma leave a stain 'round, them f*ck-niggas gon' get banged down
Hold me down, told you, "You know I'd never lead you wrong"
They don't f*ck with me, you know that I don't need 'em 'round

Ha, double cup my styrofoam
'Cause you know I like my lean cold on ice
Thinkin' 'bout you late inside my room
'Cause you know I didn't forget about your stone cold eyes

Ha, you
How you been lovin' that dude?
How you love that nigga, you been schooled
Hate it when you sit at work and I do this
Play with my lean, remember I fixed up then I screwed a bitch
Know I love you deep, but say, not more than this, I say that's a lot
They'll ride around deep inside of a Honda Civic, with pounds in the ride (yeah)
In Dallas and Houston, PT, gotta get it, I'm buyin' it out every time
Whatever we do, gotta make sure we get it, and you know they gon' hate on our grind
To the top, I'ma climb, try to follow up, a hundred gon' fall
I f*ck up and I buy out the mall
I f*ck up and it end in her drawers
Tote that gun like Rambo, that's a log
When I pull that bitch out they gon' pause
I be drinkin' so much that I'm clogged
Gon' be drinkin' all the way to moon, I landed on mars

Ha, double cup my styrofoam
'Cause you know I like my lean cold on ice
Thinkin' 'bout you late inside my room
'Cause you know I didn't forget about your stone cold eyes

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Fight With My Sheets

(Mommy, India got them beats)

Fight with the sheets nightly, they never gon' tell
Long as you beside me, how the hell I would fail?
Lost feelings in the streets under lights
They can never prove us wrong, I can never prove 'em right
They said there's a fire in the building
I heard she's inside of the building
You stuck inside somethin' toxic, and it's killin'
Tell them they don't get you out of there, and I will kill them

Up all night workin', I'm late night servin' verses in this bitch
Tryna keep my girl happy, I ain't in your business, but I see that shit
Know I'm toxic as it get
So I know that you tired for sure
It's time for her to go, pull up, don't love her no more
They told me that Five was in the building
And they say you was stuck inside, and I came for to help you out
And these people stoppin' me right now, they trippin'
She uppin' somethin' toxic, I won't help out, but I will kill them

Patek Phillipe on top of my arm
Got me like Jeezy the way you blew me away
Ain't nobody safe, ain't no time to play
Huh, I'm gon' confiscate, got to concentrate grind through the face

Fight with the sheets nightly, they never gon' tell
Long as you beside me, how the hell I would fail?
Lost feelings in the streets under lights
They can never prove us wrong, I can never prove 'em right
They said there's a fire in the building
I heard she's inside of the building
You stuck inside somethin' toxic, and it's killin'
Tell them they don't get you out of there, and I will kill them

Remember when we met, but I can't remember when we meet
Late at night, I fight with my sheets
Our bond's too strong for disagreements
Heart got no code and no alarm, hope you tight inside my arm
Just wan' say I'm here to stay, my love ain't change for with the seasons

Patek Phillipe on top of my arm
Got me like Jeezy the way you blew me away
Ain't nobody safe, ain't no time to play
Huh, I'm gon' confiscate, got to concentrate grind through the face

Fight with the sheets nightly, they never gon' tell
Long as you beside me, how the hell I would fail?
Lost feelings in the streets under lights
They can never prove us wrong, I can never prove 'em right
They said there's a fire in the building
I heard she's inside of the building
You stuck inside somethin' toxic, and it's killin'
Tell them they don't get you out of there, and I will kill them

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Rage

(Who made this shit?)
(TayTay made the beat)

Tell me you care
That you ain't walkin' out and gon' leave me alone
I'm dressed in Supreme, I'm lookin' so clean
That's a noted reason that these hoes be up on me
I'm up in your Bentley, girl
Drivin' crazy like you got all the money
I stay updating my Balenci', my mama
Buy Balenciaga for my girl, my honey
I keep it one hundred

They don't wanna see us ball, no way
I got you dressed up, lil' shawty in my business
And they don't love us, no way
I don't care what they say (say)
Both days I got paid
You gon' catch me dodgin' these sentences
My love life is a wreck

She know that she don't like my new ho
She hold me tight
I like you, what you like?
I know what the people like
I know that she know right
But, she get high, gon' treat me right
I know how to ease her mind
Soon as I go up inside

We clean in this bitch (ooh)
Smack on her ass, and I tell her, "You're bad"
Let's lay and watch movies, don't worry 'bout a bag
Turn around for me, and just arch your back
Put your hands up, relax, I'ma get it up fast
See, I Fendi my jacket, Givenchy my pants
Let the bitch ball at the mall, she ain't pick out nann
F*ck 'bout what these hoes do
Just remember what I told you
They gon' hate all black, and they supposed to
Laid back, watch TV while I'm sippin' on lean
Goin' through my phone too
I just ordered Valentino and brand new Supreme
And, she wanted some too

She know that she don't like my new ho
She hold me tight
I like you, what you like?
I know what the people like
I know that she know right
But, she get high, gon' treat me right
I know how to ease her mind
Soon as I go up inside

They don't wanna see us ball, no way
I got you dressed up, lil' shawty in my business
And they don't love us, no way
I don't care what they say
More cash, yeah, I'm paid
You gon' catch me dodgin' these sentences
My love life is a wreck

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Top Haters

Mane, say, you trippin', got my bitch listenin' to YoungBoy
Mane, nobody listen to that
Who the f*ck listen to Y-
He trippin' girl, he trippin'
Uh-uh, he sound like a hatin'-ass bitch
That's what he sound like too' (uh-uh)
Y'all listen to this weak-ass
How you gon' hate on another nigga?
Nah, I don't like that, I don't like that (man, nigga, I don't, who is this?)
You sound like a hatin'-ass bitch (man, man, ain't nobody hatin' on that nigga, mane)
I don't like that, I don't like that (he ain't even probably got money like that)
That nigga probably broke
I can't f*ck with you no mo'
I bet you he'll buy yo' bitch

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Just Like Me

(Pipe that shit up TnT)

Got the same Balencis like me
Oh, I know you like me (oh, woah, yeah)

I got Bentley, Codeine (uh), know I like yo' body
Girl, you go dumb in that Benz exotic
Bought a new Bentley, now she big girl girl drivin'
All the girls be on me (they on me)
But, you know that I watch it, I barely f*ck 'round with these hoes
I been tellin' them she with my bros

I sit back, tryna get top from this ho
Yeah, he's tryna go do him the same
Beat the case, then I trap in the court
Eight hundred K on a new plain jane
Stop the car, let the bros bang with the flame
They know where I'm from, and they know how I came
Lil' shawty go dumb and it f*ck with my brain
Lil' shawty go down and it drive me insane
I see you

Got the same Balencis like me
Oh, I know you like me

Okay, you cute, I see
She be thinking she out stylin' me (whoa)
She dressin' her shit up inside Chanel, Celine
I'm puttin' it on
Richard Mille just sittin' on top of her arm
But don't cost more than my AP (wow)
Lick on that girl, I'm cleanin' her out
She came for the check, now she tryna take it
Sippin' lean with her dawg
This shit here, yeah, it kick, for real it's dope
I tell you, my nigga, it's dope
Wait, put down that smoke and pick up yo' pole
I think I hear knocks at the door
Yeah, they be on all that lame shit, I don't even care 'bout that
I'ma smoke it all, buy hella clothes
I might just buy lil' shawty a bag
Designer drugs, I got someone girl, got her geeked up
She don't usually do drugs
Just put your feet up, I don't go to clubs (yeah)

I got Bentley, Codeine (uh), know I like yo' body
Girl, you go dumb in that Benz exotic
Bought a new Bentley, now she big girl girl drivin'
All the girls be on me (they on me)
But, you know that I watch it, I barely f*ck 'round with these hoes
I been tellin' them she with my bros

I just talked to my Five through the phone
I just payed me like five for my home
Mhm, I need me three bad bitches walkin' 'round in they thong
I need new Vlone, tell that ho, "Put that shit on" (put it on)
Send her out shoppin', she come back with bags
And then, I put that shit on
I want that ass to pick up that phone
All my niggas outside get it on
Can't get no packs, under my Jag'
My necklace, my fingers, they glowin'
These lil' niggas mad, I ain't gettin' loud one night
I had to go walk through the storm
I'm keepin' my flag, you already know that I'm right
Got my brother's name on my left arm

I got Bentley, Codeine (uh), know I like yo' body
Girl, you go dumb in that Benz exotic
Bought a new Bentley, now she big girl girl drivin'
All the girls be on me (they on me)
But, you know that I watch it, I barely f*ck 'round with these hoes
I been tellin' them she with my bros

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Ride Me

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mm-mm, huh

It ain't no bitch I need, heh, but you the type I want, huh
So, baby, come f*ck with me, huh, so, baby, come wipe me down
She know Chinese, soon as I let her take off, play with my strong
She gon' ride me, on my jet all way back to my home

I ain't nothin' like your last
I'ma make sure that you stay with a bag
Hol' on, come here, where you takin' my ass?
Santa hats in backpack (Pack)
In the streets they hear me, they tryna steal my Hermes swag
Aliya hit me for GT bag
She wanna f*ck with a view
I'm takin' her down on a balcony
I know that her friend wan' f*ck on me too
I always knew that these hoes would be after me
I am a G (I am a G)
Pull up with brand new whip, bitch, grab your key
Glock in my R-A-T-A jeans, your ho wanna f*ck on a nigga
Gotta know, I don't f*ck with these niggas
Keep a gun, I might buss at these niggas
Got a bitch with a fat ass, ain't takin' no Percs
Said she only be f*ckin' with jiggas
Get that check on first sight, yeah, I pull up in a vert, yeah
I'm f*cked up with these bitches
They gettin' so high, I'm started to think that I'm scared
I got all the bitches wanna venture my ride
But cap like they ain't givin' head
I could fly to Paris, my swag from France
And I might just get fresh 'fore I lay in the bed
I put that shit on
I got that Ralph on while I'm drinkin' on red (lean)
Styrofoam, wrap that shit in my flame
Bang fire so they label me fed, mm, huh

It ain't no bitch I need, heh, but you the type I want, huh
So, baby, come f*ck with me, huh, so, baby, come wipe me down
She know Chinese, soon as I let her take off, play with my strong
She gon' ride me, on my jet all way back to my home

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Not My Friend

(Okay, TK)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, uh, Top
Yeah

Tell her, "Pull up to the show"
I know she gon' f*ck for sure
Huh, she probably gon' f*ck my bro
Huh, I buy out all the stores
And I buy out all the clothes
For to put that shit on in front of her friends
Babygirl, you're not my friend (Huh)
Babygirl, let's make ends
I'm not finna shake yo' hand
I just wanna beat yo' back in
My styrofoam double
Rick Owen my jacket
They both off of Codeine
She wanna get on it
You know that I'm focused
I get that ho loaded
I got Wok', I got Tris
Gotta know that's my bitch, I promote her
Added up 'round this bitch, f*cked the total
Do the dash in this bitch, blow the motor
I jump out with that stick, toe to toе
From the back with that ho, I'm a soldier
I'm not givin' up none of my monеy
I'm not lettin' none of them f*ck me over
I been runnin' up hundreds up, mama
I ain't never forgot that I owe you (Yeah)
Come from bad to doin' good
It ain't perfect but understood
I got to be thankful for that blessin'
Designer clothes
Now, I got the finest hoes
Now, I got a foreign, it's Rolls
I might as well send the bitch roses

Yeah, I said, "I might as well buy the bitch roses"
Yeah (Ah)
I say, "I might as well buy this bitch roses"

Told the management send a bitch roses, wherever she was
Come in that red, that's blood
You know that my Five, lil' nigga, do not call me, "Cuz"
Don't try me and f*ck up my buzz
I buy her that bag, I make sure she stay with a bag
I f*ck that bag up with that girl
Can't never go sad
Pop out with that Glock on they ass
I know that you're lovin' me, girl

Uh, yeah
Know that you're lovin', know that you're lovin' me, girl
Know that you love me, know that you love me
I know that you're lovin' me, girl
Uh-uh, oh, oh

She'll do it right now on these seats, yeah
She want Chanel and CC, yeah
She want it now, uh
To all the niggas I meet, yeah
Never gon' tell what you see, man
Know that that type of shit turnin' out bad
Girl, you're too bad
Hardbody, Patek
They disrespectin', we ain't goin' for that
And you know you call me then I'm runnin' for that
Hope inside that girl I'm wishin' a well
Roxanne on my mattress and I'm feelin' my jacket
I'm exposin' this shit and these niggas gon' steal
Nigga, you're cappin', lil' mama a hottie, she like how I rock it (Uh-uh)
Go tell them to stack it, I put that Amiri on top of Kamari
Inside my home I got a store, I got these classes, I got the whole damn department
She want the drugs that I'm on
I looked right at that bitch and paused it

Designer clothes
Now, I got the finest hoes
Now, I got a foreign, it's Rolls
I might as well send the bitch roses
Yeah, I said, "I might as well buy the bitch roses"
Yeah (Ah)
I say, "I might as well buy this bitch roses"

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Mini Me

(Damn, Font, you saucin')

Now let's get it on, these niggas some hoes
These niggas my clones, they be stealin' my clothes
Nigga, f*ck what you think, long as my bitch with me
Rockin' the latest clothes and she gettin' fitted with me (D-Roc)
And all these niggas my mini-me's
Make your ho do whatever I say, she gon' do anything that I think
Hol' up, all the Top haters thought they finish me
I know that they block the swag, you know they gon' copy
These niggas be jockin', makin' sure that I keep clean watches

Not givin' a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck, I'm runnin' it up, yeah
I f*ck with that girl, I'm lovin' that girl, I'm turnin' her up, up
I be steady gettin' fly, I'm keepin' my gun, you know how I come, yuh
I be hidin' that iron while back of the ride, while drippin' in Saint Laurent
I always knew that them vultures, pull up
And them Christian's gon' hit when that fame come
I could play with your bitch with both of my nails
I tell them niggas, "I ain't changin' nothin'"
Man, f*ck these lil' niggas, I'm richer, my bank account bigger
Don't f*ck with that motto, I'm picky with polish
F*ck whether y'all like it, not needin' no styler
And you know that I dig it, I'm feelin' yo' body
And all these niggas my clones, uh
I put that switch on the bitch and I'm sendin' his lil' ass home
You know that I gotta be geeked in this bitch
I get high as I can, I geek up with the bitch
She never once know I broke up with her friend
My jewelry, it come from a national brand
I blow it, they know I'm the bomb, say, "Damn"

Now let's get it on, these niggas some hoes
These niggas my clones, they be stealin' my clothes
Nigga, f*ck what you think, long as my bitch with me
Rockin' the latest clothes and she gettin' fitted with me
And all these niggas my mini-me's
Make your ho do whatever I say, she gon' do anything that I think
Hol' up, all the Top haters thought they finish me
I know that they block the swag, you know they gon' copy
These niggas be jockin', makin' sure that I keep clean watches

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Clear

Goddamn, BJ made another one

I come through the door, I walk through the door, I turn up for real (I turn up for real)
I'm clean in the snow, hoppin' down on yo' ho and you know how that is
Gotta pour me a fourth for to clean out my grill
You catch up, you can have her, she found me for real
Run it up, I been havin', I count up for real
That's a Audi, that's him and mount up in the clear (no)

Yeah, bitch want me to turn her on to my swag (my swag)
Poppin' these ceils, and I'm poppin' these tags
Popped at that nigga, I popped his ho
Shoot at them niggas, and pullin' off fast
Know that I put a knew tag on his toe
Know that I'll buy a new bag for the ho
Know that I'll buy a new Jag' on the road
Know that I'll buy a PT for my bros
Whole PT, drink all night long
Geek, not sleep don't call my phone
Tell that ho, "Leave me 'lone"
She stick on my side if I'm right or wrong
She'll never leave me, oh
They know that I turn up, I turn up
I walk in, you know I'm the freshest, been hustlin'
From sun down to the sun up
Know these niggas gon' die, they tried pressin'
No interview, no, I do not do no presses
With that money, been liftin', look like I been pressin'
I'm likin' her figure I love her complexion
You know that I dig it, I said it, she sexy

Yeah, bad bitch, young, wild, with long hair (with long hair)
Go dumb on that ho, I turn up on that ho
I go buy her and put VVS stones on that ho
I might Wrangler the Jeep, take Maybach to the store
I keep factory on, with Forgiato
They lookin' for YoungBoy like "Where's Waldo?"

I come through the door, I walk through the door, I turn up for real (I turn up for real)
I'm clean in the snow, hoppin' down on your ho and you know how that is
Gotta pour me a fourth for to clean out my grill
You catch up, you can have her, she found me for real
Run it up, I been havin', I count up for real
That's a Audi, that's him and mount up in the clear (no)

I get her whenever I want her
She know for a fact that I'm on her
They play and I'm leavin' shit dead on the corner
At your house, up in traffic, where ever they catch you lil' nigga
Youngin' up the Glizzy tryna bone 'em
Tryna f*ck her it's f*ck you lil' nigga
Know we tryn' put you up with your niggas
Shoot your body, and knock out your liver

Yeah, bad bitch, young, wild, with long hair (with long hair)
Go dumb on that ho, I turn up on that ho
I go buy her and put VVS stones on that ho
I might Wrangler the Jeep, take Maybach to the store
I keep factory on, with Forgiato
They lookin' for YoungBoy like "Where's Waldo?"

I come through the door, I walk through the door, I turn up for real (I turn up for real)
I'm clean in the snow, hoppin' down on your ho and you know how that is
Gotta pour me a fourth for to clean out my grill
You catch up, you can have her, she found me for real
Run it up, I been havin', I count up for real
That's a Audi, that's him and mount up in the clear

Goddamn, BJ made another one

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I Love YB skit

And I come to get jiggy
And I get groovy on these hoes, girl
I'll go paint his f*ckin' nails
Girl, I'll paint his face, braid his f*ckin' hair
Do anything he say, cook, clean, f*ck shit up
Bitch, fly me out, I'm cool
Buss me down, period, bitch

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Groovy

(Pipe that shit up TnT)
Yeah
(Dmac on the f*ckin' track)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, ooh
I got it on right now

I don't see why the f*ck they be tryna act like I ain't that thang
When they already know how I been holdin' these Ms
When they know we left opps dead soon as we see 'em
Takin' care from the North to the 'ject
From the cell to the house that's sittin' on top of the hill
Come and see how I live, bitch, what?
Come check it out 'fore you ready to talk
I got these foreigns that's sittin' in row
Whole lot of plaques that's just goin' down my wall
I got some shit that I'm waitin' to put on
I got designer I ain't never worn
I just got me some shit I'ma mix with VLONE
Ain't no stealin' my drip (ain't no stealin' my drip)
Tell these niggas, "Don't trip," 'cause I got it on me
Ain't no sense for the lick if you ain't gonna click
'Cause you're bound to get killed if you run up on me
I was dressin' bummy, now I got whole lotta money
Keep me a fat ass real bad bitch
Got a whole lotta kids and I stack it up for 'em
These people be talkin' 'bout me like they know me
And I got the condo, bought the Aston Martin
And I never stay once, so never catch me foldin'
I got tricks and techniques like I'm on my way up
Shawty a freak inside of the sheets
She turnin' a whole Chanel in the water
Look at my neck and my wrist, it's a faucet
Bitch, I'm way too saucy, so I bought it

Hold on, ooh, ain't never met a slime like this before
Hold on, ooh, she ain't never had a nigga buy her this before
Hold on, ooh, paid for a lotta shit, kept most of these close
I had more than three cappin' on my hoes
And I come and get jiggy (and I come and get jiggy)
I get groovy on these hoes, whole lot of sticks with me
All these shooters that's my bros
I check out, fly shit from out her Bentley, huh?
These niggas be lackin' my codes (they cray)
These niggas be lackin' my hoes (they cray)
Your ho wanna stay in my home (they cray)

This ho wanna f*ck in a Rolls
Got heater on top of the McLaren
My stylist be stuntin' me up, feel the love
Don't know where it started, it got me like "Damn"
Ain't no taxin' the rich, and that is including me
Get 'round the bases and beat Uncle Sam
You be talkin' that shit, but you know who I am
Chop me down in this bitch said whoever I down
Whip out my- and lil' shawty said, "Damn"
I'm richer than Richie, ain't playin' with you means
See, I ran it up quickly, less stress is on me
And inside one deal gotta know that it's given
I got your bitch up inside where I live
Helpin' me pick out clothes, I give her the business
So many in that thing, and I'm pimpin', not switchin'
I got these chains and I'm livin' now
Hit your bitch back like bowlin' ball (baow)
I'ma start the 'Vette and the bitch all black
Abercrombie, them real Rockstar nigga swag
You can't lean too hard, you gon' get your ass smashed (baow)
Nigga sittin' on the skyline, writin' on track
Switch it from the back, then I paint my nails red
'Cause it be the same color as my flag

Ooh, ain't never met a slime like this before
Hold on, ooh, she ain't never had a nigga buy her this before
Hold on, ooh, paid for a lotta shit, kept most of these close
I had more than three cappin' on my hoes
And I come and get jiggy (and I come and get jiggy)
I get groovy on these hoes, whole lot of sticks with me
All these shooters that's my bros
I check out, fly shit from out her Bentley, huh?
These niggas be lackin' my codes (they cray)
These niggas be lackin' my hoes (they cray)
Your hoe wanna stay in my home (they cray)

Damn, that's crazy
That's crazy, bro
These niggas be likin' my clothes, they be tryna steal the swag
These niggas be likin' my hoes
Damn, that's crazy, that's cray

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Same Thing

(President, President, President)
Mm, go
Mm (This Top, lil' nigga)

I know for sure that both of our hearts on the same thing
Fell in love, I started lovin' you, then things changed
Abused my heart, I picked my trust, I spent one million on a ring
Anything for you to know you poppin', I got you

F*ck these lames, they watchin'
F*ck all these hoes, they jockin'
They gon' try to steal the swag, gotta watch it
Hunnid-grand for the car then I buy it
Switchin' lanes in the foreign, big body
Tell them people they don't know one thing about this, ooh

F*ckеd up 'bout somethin' and it's written on my face
Each еvery day, I decide to buy you diamonds
I love you so deeply, don't care what they say
F*ck with you strongly, if you need it, I pop it
I'll private jet wherever you at, I'ma fly it out
I'ma find out the issue, I called, what you cryin' 'bout?
Medusa-like snakes so I f*ck with Versace
We could go with Ferrari or just do Maserati
Same thing, shawty, she be on the same thing
Plain Jane everything
Name rang, then some pain came
Makin' sure that girl keep her sane
F*ck what they talkin', let 'em throw out slangs
I'm ballin', they jealous so they wantin' me framed
I say, "F*ck 'em," you know she say, "F*ck 'em"

I know for sure that both of our hearts on the same thing
Fell in love, I started lovin' you, then things changed
Abused my heart, I picked my trust, I spent one million on a ring
Anything for you to know you poppin', I got you

F*ck these lames, they watchin'
F*ck all these hoes, they jockin'
They gon' try to steal the swag, gotta watch it
Hunnid-grand for the car then I buy it
Switchin' lanes in the foreign, big body
Tell them people they don't know one thing about this, ooh



Diamonds they glistenin', bring all of your friends
You know they wan' f*ck on your nigga, let's do it
You they want all of this shit, they'll do it
Know you shouldn't've left out of this crib and they knew it
And the moment they laugh in your face 'cause you blew it
Hunnid racks for my bae on designer, I blew it
True Religion when we ridin' on a horse, she the truest
(She one of them, I got it that way)
Balenci' her boots, for her swag when it's snowin'
I'ma fly that girl 'round the whole world like a tourist (Balenciaga for the boots when it's snowin', fly that girl 'round the whole world like a tourist)
When you land, you just hit me and say where you goin'
I'm gettin' full of that drank while you doin' what you doin'

I know for sure that both of our hearts on the same thing
Fell in love, I started lovin' you, then things changed
Abused my heart, I picked my trust, I spent one million on a ring
Anything for you to know you poppin', I got you

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Hey Pops

Yeah
(A1 Sauce, run it up, boy) Yeah
Yeah, yeah (D-Roc, D-Roc)
Yeah (give me a lighter)
Yeah, yeah

Hey pops, are you proud of me?
Well, I don't care
'Cause now I got a mansion and I got them racks, yeah
And I got a bad bitch, and I got that bad bitch
That's short, red with long hair

Two Gs, see me passin' up the opportunities (so cool)
I can't believe they tried to ruin me
Hide in a penthouse, they can't see me
That shit gon' change a person soul, do no leanin'
Gotta call like Tunechi
Too much drip for all these niggas
I'm too sauced up on these women
A long time, 'cause this shit get serious
I'm focused on winning, I don't no business

Bags on packs, this shit get weary
Black my chain, and I black my earring
I got a stylist, stylin' me in all this shit, be wearin' mcQueens
Yeah, this jacket twelve 'cause it fit with jeans
I done did my soul, they gon' give it up
Everybody cut from racks since, yeah
I thank him that I got this mask on me (on me)
Flyest opp, I'm the flyest opp, so I match my outfit with this Glock
Soon as I bring my clothes out, these niggas be swagger jackin' my style
Ain't gon' turn these hoes down 'cause I got them on swag pack right now
You took my Louie, bitch, I need my bag back right now
I've been feelin' too good, I got that ass fat right now
It's like thirty thousand, bitch, I kick the cut long and I kick it far
She kick up and keep talkin', wouldn't be nowhere near wrong, I kick the bitch out
My life been a carousal, gotta keep some hitters around for to knock 'em off

Hey pops, are you proud of me?
Well, I don't care
'Cause now I got a mansion and I got them racks, yeah
And I got a bad bitch, and I got that bad bitch
That's short, red with long hair

Got lotsa kids too