Richest Opp Album Lyrics by Young Boy Never Broke Again

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Bitch Lets Do It

(Chasely, where'd you find that?)
Huh
Yeah
Lil Top
Yeah, huh, yeah, ooh
(D-Roc)

It's early noon and I'm druggin', tryna f*ck me somethin'
Get one to pull up on me and I'm gon' do me somethin'
Since I was sixteen, had money, I say, "I grew up stuntin'"
They hatin', they laugh, it ain't nothin' 'cause I'm gon' burn me somethin'
Now, you could think I'm stuntin', I put that on my mama
I say, I stay up in somethin', that's why we stay with them choppers
I know them slimes totin' somethin' and they be all with that drama
They pull up, jump, I start bustin' and make a bitch quit that talkin'

I hop out first with that chopper, I bust first at them cowards
I had some beef with some niggas, I straight f*cked over they partners
I made shit sеize through the city and I sent blitz with thеm dollars
And I was the first to drop hits, bitch, I went crazy with bodies
And I was f*cked up with Ten, wear the same clothes, that's my partner
He broke the code and I zipped him, this nigga used to be on side me
I was mad at my boy, but, shit, I'm grown, you can't stop me
He got me hooked on that boy, we both was goin' through some problems
Young nigga cutthroat, you saw it, he either slime or a goblin
You know I'm with it, YoungBoy, I kill that bitch 'front his mama
Like, thirty days straight, I ain't sleep from two to three
Like, thirty days straight-
Hold on, let me catch again
I say, thirty days straight, I ain't sleep from two to three
I went thirty days straight, I was rollin' off the bean
It been thirty days straight she had an attitude with me
I'ma get that ass straight, I'll stab that pussy 'til it bleed
In a new 38 chain, I got that bitch on her knees
Buy lil' baby anything and she ain't gotta ask me please
I'ma kill a pussy nigga, f*ck your boy and what you bleed
I want your face on top the pavement 'bout that f*ckin' playin' with me
I had your mama at the precinct every day to tell on me
That rap boy, he ain't safe, haha, bitch, please
They patch him up, couldn't even stitch him from that hole left with that heat
Spoke on us, I gotta see, get his last rollout on a tee
It ain't no bitch that I need, I need Visine
I be grindin' and she on side me
And she can't love me 'cause I'm too slimey
I'm wherever them diggers be, you know right where to find me
Though they got me f*cked up, I came up, don't care 'bout nothin'
I'ma get 'em bust up, he f*cked up, don't tell me nothin'
I'ma get your head bust, lil' nigga, all that f*ckin' stuntin'
They gon' lay his head on the pillow if we creep up on him
Baby, I'm too yeah on these niggas, I got plenty money
Bae, I leave shit dead, industry just don't like me for nothin'
Gettin' at all they ass with this money, tell 'em, "Do me somethin'"
Bitch, I got that sack, and on your head, I'll put it on you
Ring around the rosie, my diamonds are frozen
My wife, yeah, she love me, my ex bitch ain't want me
Uh, none of them ain't wrote me, I was locked away like they threw the key
Pray at night for my soul to keep, these pussy niggas wan' roll on me

It's early noon and I'm druggin', tryna f*ck me somethin'
Get one to pull up on me and I'm gon' do me somethin'
Since I was sixteen, had money, I say, "I grew up stuntin'"
They hatin', they laugh, it ain't nothin' 'cause I'm gon' burn me somethin'
Now, you could think I'm stuntin', I put that on my mama
I say, I stay up in somethin', that's why we stay with them choppers
I know them slimes totin' somethin' and they be all with that drama
They pull up, jump, I start bustin' and make a bitch quit that talkin'

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I Got That Shit

(Berge always flexin')
(Zay Tekken)
Oh, yeah
This for all them young niggas out there, gettin' that money
This for all them bad bitches, get their own bread (Yeah)
You heard me?
Claim they don't like it, but you know they like it

I'm in my 501 some Levi's
This for them bad bitches, get dressed at night, then go to Vibe's
This for my young niggas who hustle, 'til the sunrise
Once shots let off, they send shit back, it ain't no goin' inside
Got shawty wan' come try to f*ck me up, inside my ride
Got my cologne on, smellin' clean, bitch
I know you see me on this scene, bitch
Car fresh than a motherf*cker, bitch bad just like her mother
Big knots in my pockets boy, f*ck with somethin'

I got that shit in my pants
Got that shit in my lungs
Got that shit in my whip
I got that shit in my car
I got that shit on my hip, on my waist where my rod at
I got that shit on my clique, I put that shit all on my broads
I send a blitz at your

Clique, and put a hit on yo' squad
Eight 12's inside the trunk, nigga
It bump, nigga, f*ck wrong with you? I slump niggas
Try play like you dumb, nigga
Have them young slimes inside the street, in front your house
Screamin, "Red rum, nigga, red rum, nigga"
Is it my cars, is it my clothes
Or, is it my bitch, all because of my home
Straight out the North livin' large, I got this
I'm on some shit strong than boy
And, I been poppin' my shit like a model
Came from the bottom
If you see me with Herm, I'm drinkin' Henn' out the bottle
Big tires on my whip, nigga
Bad bitch up in here
Got her holdin' on my blick, nigga
Hoe, I got that shit in my pants

I got that shit in my pants
Got that shit in my lungs
Got that shit in my whip
I got that shit in my car
I got that shit on my hip, on my waist where my rod at
I got that shit on my clique, I put that shit all on my broads
I got that shit on my wrist (Got that shit on my- Yeah)
Put that shit on my bitch
I put that shit on my bitch (Yeah)
Put that shit on my broad
Put that shit on my gang
Kiss you from me, in the Rolls
Buss you, for me, in they brain
Slime

I got that shit in my pants
Got that shit in my lungs
Got that shit in my whip
I got that shit in my car
I got that shit on my hip, on my waist where my rod at
Nigga, baptize shit, cause I'ma send 'em straight to God

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I Heard

Woah (K4ProducedIt)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Skeeo, this shit crazy, fool)
Say, your homeboy, he a joker
Ya heard me?
Six in the mornin' (Free my brother)
I say, look, ayy, this Lil Top, nigga (Ya heard me?)
My team in the hood die 'bout me (You already know I get dirty)
Look, look

Look, I'm up at six in the mornin'
I told my bitch, "Pull up on me"
I heard them hitters, they on me
Ma, I'm not sleepin' for nothin'
Creep up and run down on somethin'
I heard they say that they thuggin'
I heard they said I was pussy, I say, don't try me for nothin' (I heard)
I heard a pussy nigga got hit up with that blick, he couldn't do shit, wasn't with that shit (I heard)
I heard a nigga got swerved on, he was with his bitch, that ho got hit
I heard- last breath comin' from that bitch (I heard, I heard)

I heard you don't like me, I don't like you neither, nigga
How the f*ck you claim you wan' fight me? Bitch, I'm a killer
All white tee, some Nike slippers, and a pistol, I'm too realer
Most nights five, I don't even sleep behind my motherf*ckin' nigga
They been rappin', I'ma zip 'em
Put that on Dave, take off his face
Look in his eyes, how I was raised
I'm on frontline inside these days
Yeah, bitch, bang your gang 'cause I know I'm gon' do the same
Come snatch my chain, I'll bust your brain
Shoot up your whole funeral in vain, bitch
Mama, I weigh just like a hundred pounds, somehow I still been stayin' strong
Unhealthy in this shit, I been gettin' wealthy in this shit
I got a wife, at night, she hold me down, but if my money up, then gone
I'm gon' be back up in the North, I barely made it out that bitch
I say, ooh, yeah, put shit on the news
Drop shit with that chopstick, let the bitch hit, go boom
They ain't tell you I pop shit, tell 'em go watch the news
And I say, ooh, come on, huh, put shit on the news
Dirty thirty, this my stick, pop shit, can't move
Bitch, I'm pullin' up with that mop stick, bullets flyin' out the room
I have 'em swing back, they do shit dirty, can't trust 'em, they keep me worried
Cutthroat 'em, they all deserve it, I say, f*ck 'em, I say, f*ck 'em
I see them plottin', they throw, I curve it
I just sit back, watch, I observe it
I, I see these bitch niggas, they claimin' that they love me
I held it down from top to bottom
These hoes be laughin' at my trauma
I say, I got serious problems, I say, I wan' kill somebody, bitch
Snaked by ones I love and it's f*cked up, but ain't your problem
Look, I barely trust my mama, I say, I ain't got nobody, bitch
F*ck you, nigga, I'll kill you once and wish I could twice
Tell 'em close they f*ckin' mouth, they don't know shit about my life
But a nigga that I murked or a ho I did wrong or right
Nigga, I'm rich, so suck my dick, I don't give a f*ck about no stripes

Look, I'm up at six in the mornin'
I told my bitch, "Pull up on me"
I heard them hitters, they on me
Ma, I'm not sleepin' for nothin'
Creep up and run down on somethin'
I heard they say that they thuggin'
I heard they said I was pussy, I say, don't try me for nothin' (I heard)
I heard a pussy nigga got hit up with that blick, he couldn't do shit, wasn't with that shit (I heard)
I heard a nigga got swerved on, he was with his bitch, that ho got hit
I heard- last breath comin' from that bitch (I heard, I heard)


(K4ProducedIt)

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Hurt My Heart

Berge always flexin'

Oh, hurtin' my heart
I don't know what the f*ck this bitch thought
Oh, Lord, got me callin' on my god
She ain't mine, probably f*ckin' my boy

I don't need you, oah
I been puttin' up with your shit, ever since I was a jit
I said, "Bitch, you gotta go"
Always knew you wasn't shit, but I loved you too strong
Only when you 'round you f*ck with me, get mad and then you party
Know you gon' get drunk and want to f*ck, hoe why you startin' me
Know them hoes you be with want to f*ck, laugh when you saltin' me
Know that shit you tell them don't add up, you got tattoos of me
All across yo' face, hoe you down bad, I hate ya
All them moves I make, I never tried once for to break ya
Out of all them moves you make, bitch you ain't breakin' me
You know not one nigga for to play, 'cause it ain't safe with me
After all them times you lay with them, bitch, you ain't think of me, at all?
Get mad and shit you say to me, you hate me, wish I'd fall
You need to tell his baby mama what you know, that boy don't play with me
All that shit y'all put on me, gon' make me kill that child inside the street
You f*cked on him, you don't f*ck wit' me
You run, I ain't tryin' catchin' up
And you never said it, 'til this day
This hoe think I'm a f*ckin duck
You deserve everything these bitches havin'
But, you f*cked it up
Only takin' orders from my daddy
You know I'm slimey, probably'll put you up

Oh, hurtin' my heart
I don't know what the f*ck this bitch thought
Oh, Lord, got me callin' my god
She ain't mine, probably f*ckin' my boy

Got to love the hoes that stick on my side
Might make a flick with Yaya
I'm on the other side of options tonight
I come from the Northside, you was with me, I was f*cked up
We ain't have a house, we would f*ck outside
Then we had to switch it up, at the time, it's up, I had the hood hot
Bitch always lyin' and tellin' lies on me
You ain't my type of woman, ain't the type of bitch I need
And, I ain't your type of nigga, you don't do that shit to me
You know right from wrong, don't try to apologize

Oh, oh, oh
I see a star in the sky
It's not shinin', it's been dim
I swear I seen a star cry
I say she used to be mine wish, she know I'm not them

Oh, hurtin' my heart
I don't know what the f*ck this bitch thought
Oh, Lord, I just pulled up in a push-start
Buy my baby mama another, from BR
F*ck yo' trust, I know I'm more turnt up than that boy
F*ck yo' heart, and if I burned it, hope it boil, goddamn
You a snake, and bitch, you knowin' that I'm knowin'
Be with his sister and you did that to that boy
Used to help me write rhymes
Even in jail, you helped me through all my times
Know I killed that fat bitch boyfriend, that be around
Ayy, while that time I was in jail, straight from Parish prison

Oh, hurtin' my heart
I don't know what the f*ck this bitch thought
Oh, Lord, got me callin' my god
She ain't mine, probably f*ckin' my boy

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Dirty Thug

I take these drugs with no party
I told that girl that I'm sorry
I seen what was said and it scarred me
Guess what got me actin' this way? (D-Roc)

Why the f*ck I can't get mad? They left, I ain't enough
I been tryna find happiness in myself, I lost my trust
Seen it wasn't no angel in that girl, I lost my lust
I don't give no f*ck about that field, I lost my girl

Yeah, this bitch ain't mine, ain't gon' lie, the devil's in my world
And you know that I'm toxic, mad, I'll kill somebody
Bitch, you know I ain't with that cappin', play, I drill somebody (Huh)
I'll go all out 'bout your love, I beef with anybody
No, I ain't bow down to that girl 'cause I is somebody
And I'm worth the love, I can't make you cherish me
And I'm worth your love and you knew what you was gettin' into, now, why you embarrass me?
All these hoes just want your shoes, they don't like you married me
I get mad and flash in the crib, she might record me
I pop a pill, then start customizin' my 'Rari
I let this ho come sneak in, I'm sorry
I, if you leave, gon' be with my Nari, yeah

Why the f*ck I can't get mad? They left, I ain't enough
For these people, why I do shit? Don't do shit for myself
I'm here with you, but feel like my heart left
I been tryin' and I need help

F*ck makeup, I fly you 'round the world like daddy (Like daddy)
Pay you racks, I charge you up, you just like daddy (Just like daddy)
I'm with her, don't need no dada, f*ck that daddy (F*ck that daddy)
Got my white bitch, she better no tell nobody I date her
Huh, huh, head was nice, but she better not tell nobody I paid her
Huh, rich as f*ck, I'm a real big shark, I'm bitin' on all the ladies
Wrong as f*ck, gotta make this shit up, I'm buyin' her all the latest
Push the button on somethin', I don't give one f*ck
Better tell them, don't play with me

In the Spider when she pulled in, ridin' in that big body
She was in the studio watchin' movies, nigga, I was in that mode
I say, "Soon as I walked in, you know that I dig inside it"

Huh, I'm f*ckin' up, but she not givin' up, give a f*ck 'bout no slut, I'm in love with that girl
Try lovin' me, know that it's hard as f*ck, she not givin' a f*ck, so I'm owin' that girl
Someone better than me, know you destined to see and I'm destined to meet someone I don't need
I ain't gettin' no better, I'm beggin' you, please
On the dance floor with the devil
Can you come take over for him please?
I say, can you come step in and dance with me?
Off-White, money comin' left and right, you the last thing make me complete
I take these drugs with no party
I told that girl I was sorry
I'm on my shit, oh, now pardon me (Pardon me)
I saw some shit, sad, and it scarred me
Huh, no time to be misled, don't f*ck around with my peace
Bitch brain good, was in my bed, ho might as well just leave
F*ck boy, with that hatin', he don't now I barely much sleep
If I pay the fee, they gon' spray him, get his brain bust in the street

F*ck makeup, I fly you 'round the world like daddy
Huh, pay them racks, I charge you up, you just like daddy
I'm with you, don't need no dada, f*ck that daddy
Bitch, I'm through, sincere, the dada, ho, I hate you

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Just Flow

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(My nigga Brando been sick with it)
(Say, Brando, what it's hittin' for?)
Uh, yeah, Top nigga, let's get that money, nigga
It ain't no time to waste
It ain't time to play wit' these pussy ass niggas

Did they send my money? That's a big advance (Yeah)
Got shawty countin' up these hundreds, nigga
In a minute, need more rubber bands
Had to tell my bro'nem, "Don't f*ck up that plan"
My neck so flushed, how I'm turnt up
Gon' leave with so many ho's tonight, need an extra sprinter van
Jump out the whip and stop that man, bitch, I don't play no games
Boy step, they bang, each one bust brains
If you up in war, need to do the same
Bought my first car, bought my first chain
I'm legendary, plus a vet' inside the murder game
And I'm runnin', got the law wan' come in
Freeze me, to teach me, try breach me, probably saw me on the TV
Now, wan' make me a repeat
I flood my bitch in CC, don't worry 'bout it
She paid and got her body poppin', I'm paid and got my whips exotic
Have a shootout how I'm rockin', tell 'em, "Stop it"
Bitch ass boy know I'm with that, with a rocket sittin' back
Push your shit back
What's that you talkin' 'bout?
Bitch, you ain't like that, that's my strike at
Second one, that'll be your deathbed, Top known to split heads
Cut down, six twelves and two fours, can't play the short bed
Know my slimes around, and they all about that
They'll hang about that
Quick to take the Glock and whoop this nigga head, the f*ck you said?
Had it on my mind, we be slangin' iron
We been tendin' slimes since they been dead
Mama say, "F*ck 'em", I'ma cutthroat 'em
Leave him stretched right on side where he stay at

Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

Bitch nigga, don't play with me
Never break and entering, spray with me
Never laid with me, better watch what the f*ck you say to me
Niggas know I kept them Ks with me
And ChoppaBoy, that's E
I was sixteen, havin' him stop, jump out and clear the whole street
Might start a beef
I'm gone off lean, but grind by any means
Count paper up, f*ck haters
I'm on papers, still gettin' dirty, I'm tryna shake 'em
Bought this Glock off da Methylamine, home of the Saints dress like a Laker
He dressin' black but servin' gray, call him a Raider
Who plannin' on steppin' on me? I send plenty rounds through your town
Lil' shawty just wanna come over, she plan on me takin' her down
They wanna know how a nigga make live the mac life
Spend hundred thousand dollars all on clothes to keep my swag right
Oh-oh-oh
Hm, I live a mac life, she know I'm wan' get up in it
Get on top me, in the Bentley, baby girl, these windows tinted (Oh-oh-oh)
Tell them niggas I ain't friendly, they know I'm a f*ckin' menace, huh

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Free Meechy

(Any Last Words)
What, what what what
Nigga yeah
Bow, bow, bow
Look
(D-Roc)

Tell 'em check me out now
Know I got that shit in me
Know I got my Glock out
Say that they gon' get at me
Murder, know that that be my town
Try to slang that stick at me
Try to send a bitch to me
Ima send her right back up in pieces
I'm on three R's, call that Reese's Pieces
Gravedigger, no Jesus pieces
Beef with me and it ain't no sleepin'
Murder, until we get even
That's on God, got my bitch behind me
Plenty sticks inside this car
I pray the law don't get behind me
Gon' send me straight to Rikers Island
Said lil' bitch, I'm 'bout it
You ain't kill shit, you ain't wack nothin'
Know we got plenty bodies
Come from the slums, ridin' in a bucket
Now we four door slidin'
With 30 sticks off in this bitch
I want a nigga for to trip
I up and shoot from off the hip, bang
Gang know that what I bang
Green flags, got everything
Shorty bad, she insane
She just want to give me brain
But can't be my main
You know I got a savage bitch, don't trip
She let me thug with the chick who stayed down with me
Play I swang around this bitch, like I'm playin' baseball
Can't get no xans, Klonopins, I'm rollin' off them footballs
Make me foot y'all, what that mean? Step on him
Dirty motherf*cker, smash him then we rep off him

Ooh (It's Lil Top, It's Lil Top)
Bullets do a flip, youngin' tryna blues him
Ooh (It's Lil Top, It's Lil Top)
Hold on, kill that bitch and tell his mama, haha
(Who they can't stop, Who they can't stop)
Bet you miss him

Drinkin' out the bottle, sleepin' with my choppa (Mhm)
I mix tobacco with my mojo, know the Devil got me (Hm)
I'm with XO, runnin' eps about my ex ho
That's a dog ho, tryna put me back on child support
I got money now, and I'm on that thirty million flow
Hundred thousand dollars, sittin' right there on top the bed pole
My lil' bitch a model

Ooh (It's Lil Top, It's Lil Top)
Bullets do a flip, youngin' tryna blues him
Ooh (It's Lil Top, It's Lil Top)
Hold on, kill that bitch and tell his mama, haha
(Who they can't stop, Who they can't stop)
Bet you miss him

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Father

(That boy Fatboi better stop playin')
(Ayo, Bleu)
God, I ask you to protect my soul
I'm caught in the life I chose (Mmm)
Mmm-mmm-mmm

I say, "Father, I'm sorry, and I'm hopin' that you do not fault me
I'm caught up slangin' iron God, niggas tryna off me"
Grandpa told me for to say my prayers 'fore I lay down, oh

Choppers all in the coupe, tryna get at them, man, f*ck that nigga
Baby Joe step 'bout Boo, and I be steady tendin' to them other niggas
Fifty shots in this car, my brother with me, we both bust at niggas
Rap nigga steady dissin' on them songs, but ain't f*ckin' wit' me
Pull up in that Cutlass with that tool, I got my top down
Hop up out this bitch and go to bustin', that's that Glock sound
BRPD still wan' lay me down
Ain't no peace in this haunted town
Said that I'm a ho, he a f*ckin' clown, tryna turn a smile to a frown
Poured up sippin' mud, yeah, bang green with my thugs, yeah
Thinkin' that he want beats, he got to sleep, f*ck who he was, yeah
Blood on top my shoes 'til I go six feet, we don't got to clubs, yeah
Only thing we do is wait outside, when he come outside, he f*cked, yeah
To my fallen gravediggers, watch over us while we outside
Mask up with that green and leave out red on the other side
"Bah, Bah," shots fired, and Big Dump ain't make it out
I can put this on Bub, it ain't gon' stop 'til they all knocked off

I say, "Father, I'm sorry, and I'm hopin' that you do not fault me
I'm caught up slangin' iron God, niggas tryna off me"
Grandpa told me for to say my prayers 'fore I lay down, oh

I say, "Father, can you save me?"
I don't wanna upset you 'bout these niggas tryna play me
It's hard sittin' watchin' all these niggas try to snake me
But, I'ma keep my head on and stay with that dirty heat
Bought from out the streets, so you know this bitch dirty
And he do shit dirty, I'm talkin' 'bout that thirty
See me out, up your burner bitch, I ain't worried
Whoever lose, they just deserve it, I just wan' see you murdered
Mindin' my business, they just wan' kill me
Tryna figure out where Lil Top at
I ain't playin' shit cool, known to break all the rules
And I'm posted up where it's hot at
Six-four, not two, Top say, "Now, do it"
They gon' spin around, where your block at
Pussy nigga spin back, come and get you a hat
But you know you not on that, stop that
I done came a long way from lockdown, inside my cell with no mat
Me and Phat Black, Baby Joe gone
Banger bang, stand on that
Nigga better not come 'cross that track
Stick go, "Pap-pap," leave you flat
Roll that bitch up in a pack, my God, forgive me for that

I say, "Father, I'm sorry, and I'm hopin' that you do not fault me
I'm caught up slangin' iron God, niggas tryna off me"
Grandpa told me for to say my prayers 'fore I lay down, oh

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F**k the Industry Pt. 2

(Berge always flexin')
Hah, ignorance

Top say, "F*ck these niggas all in the industry"
Bitch-ass niggas be cliquin' up and thinkin' they gon' finish me
Bitch, I take these millions to get at you, it ain't no gettin' at me
Bitch, I send them hitters to hit at you, boy, don't say shit to me
Talked to Drake 'cross FaceTime, he wasn't feelin' me
Told me that he f*ck with Durk, damn, that shit gettin' to me
Told me that he like the shit I'm doin', but can't do shit with me
So when we cross our ways, f*ck what you say, bitch, you my enemy
J a ho, that nigga played it cold like he was gon' do a feature
So I texted his line a muscle sign, I swear it's gon' be nice to meet you
Pussy niggas tryna close the door
Bitch, you ain't heard? Back from Baton Rouge to that 'Nolia, we cutthroat
And we hate hoes
And bitch, I'm soldiered down
Might play you close, but don't f*ck around
I just tried to pull that act off with them boys out that Atlanta town, hold on
Tats all on my sleeve, at night, can't sleep, I barely eat, grew up in streets
Bitch, you ain't never had to kill at just sixteen
You don't compare to me and never ever up in life, we couldn't compete
You wanna jump in beef and none of y'all wanna bang it out with YB
We kill security first and then you get your head bust inside the street
We probably burn a shirt, across it, it'll be your face across that tee

Hold on, so long they've been tryna X me
Yeah, tell a bitch, "Hold on, get your roll on, gotta be 'bout that murder playin' with me"
At night, my wife pray with me, these niggas ain't stainin' me
I say, oh, I just wanna get 'em gone
And I know when the rain pour, it could be me or either of them that's gone

So I'm ready, nigga, with these millions, gettin' at you bitch niggas
You don't deserve it anyway, you ain't out that dirty anyway, so f*ck you, nigga
Tryna bring me pain, I ain't do no ho shit in this game
Like I ain't a man, nigga, what the f*ck y'all niggas sayin'? Like I don't bust brains
Play with me, Lil Yachty mad about JT, faggot
Bitch, play with me, half of y'all ain't got more money than me, bitch, I've been stackin'
I done did more time than more time you niggas spent inside the trenches
Ever had a nigga beat your mama and now that you're older, time to kill 'em?
Or put your dirty clothes inside the pillowcase? You pussy nigga
Singers puttin' tattoos across they face, f*ck wrong with these niggas?
Usin' hood niggas for to grow your face, bitch, I see that, nigga
Nigga, you a trick and that's how you know you'll never be known in the trenches
Tryna think of somethin' else just for to say, I hate you niggas
Nigga, bring your bold ass to Salt Lake, you a gangster, nigga
Go ask J. Prince, I'll kill your daddy, bitch, I ain't worried, nigga
I got Stunna with me and, bitch, I got Fee, that's to get money with me
That hitter came way from New Orleans, that split him in them apartments
So Mr. Rap Boy, shit like that what got me as a target
Don't forget it, I paid them young niggas, word 'round, they claimin' they gon' kill me
I birthed you young niggas and, bitch, I'm bound to kill an infant

Hold on, so long they've been tryna X me
Yeah, tell a bitch, "Hold on, get your roll on, gotta be 'bout that murder playin' with me"
At night, my wife pray with me, these niggas ain't stainin' me
I say, oh, I just wanna get 'em gone
And I know when the rain pour, it could be me or either of them that's gone

---

What You Gonna Do

D-Roc
Young man, young man

Sung in the choir when I was a child
When grandmom died my life got worse
Passenger side while in the ride
I made a ski-mask out of my shirt
Stand like a pope, until I'm in the dirt
Gravedigga, he don't like to flirt
He said he need some work
He could kill to play the block, watch out for cops
Watch how you move, you take that wrong step then we stop
He go by "Top", and he kill plenty and they want to see him knocked, put in a box
Presidential, he a official
They want switches on their Glock
Ask me how I know, from the pattern
Left inside my five car

Nigga, I want static, we get active
I say, "Bitch, let's go to war"
I say, "Better make sure you ready, here they come"

Young man, young man, ohh
What you gon' do when they come for you

This shit should be old
They comin' to take your motherf*ckin' soul and you sittin' around dancin', and playin' with these hoes
Like, we ain't got them Glocks out, tryna knock your top off
Take it easy, I'm with big C though, that's Choppa Boy
Disrespect, trip to the doctor for it
Sprint, take off his spinal cord
Now run dumb bitch
Couldn't get your gun inside the club, but I bet my gun did

Young man, young man, ohh
What you gon' do when they come for you

Sung in the choir when I was a child
When grandmom died my life got worse
Passenger side while in the ride
I made a ski-mask out of my shirt
Stand like a pope, until I'm in the dirt
Gravedigga, he don't like to flirt
He said he need some work
He could kill to play the block, watch out for cops
Watch how you move, you take that wrong step then we stop
He go by "Top", and he kill plenty and they want to see him knocked, put in a box
Presidential, he a official
They want switches on their Glock
Ask me how I know, from the pattern
Left inside my five car

Young man, young man, ohh
What you gon' do when they come for you

Nigga, I want static, we get active
I say, "Bitch, let's go to war"
I say, "Better make sure you ready, here they come"
Young man, young man, ohh
What you gon' do when they come for you

---

Perspective

Blow me a check, get up, get me another one
Walk in the room and these bitches gon' choose
Don't wear designer, I still make the news
Carry that bag, wit' that cash, overload
Fully, tote fullies, I blow on my own
She can't hold it in, the smoke too strong
F*cked up 'bout that, lettin' bro blow out her mind

Put on AP, and I wear by the two
Gossipin' bitch, she can't hold in the truth
I hit 'em both from the back, by the two
I flew the bitch on a jet, wit' her crew
I let 'em vacation, while cases I'm facin'
I live like barbarian, my life is amazin'
Made and broke bread wit' my nigga, I cut off the traces
Pay the [], fight the system, no odds in the case, and I go
Identify me wit' murder detectives
These silly lil niggas, my bank account bigger
Wit' the slime I was steppin, I shoot out the Chevy
I be fresh as the f*ck, wit' my cup full of medi'
Tell 'em, "Put up twenty million", I'm on it, I'm wit' it
Just say, and I'll be on the way
Bitch think I'ma fall for her, just cause of her waist
Play the wrong way, throw the drink at her face (Ho, woah)

Blow me a check, get up, get me another one
Walk in the room and these bitches gon' choose
Don't wear designer, I still make the news
Carry that bag, wit' that cash, overload
Fully, tote fullies, I blow on my own
She can't hold it in, the smoke too strong
F*cked up 'bout that, lettin' bro blow out her mind

She don't want me, and I changed her perspective
I think my neighbor linked up wit' detectives
You know these niggas ain't shit, so be careful
Know that your friend let me f*ck if I test her
Get in it, hit it, then blow out the fender
Your ho, she got that good brain like professor
Got her on drank, now she barely can think
For to shake back, she think she can take [?]
Don't stop it, I keep it goin' for the better
Skeleton AP, I think that I'm Rich the Kid
F*ck on Nene and I think 'bout relapsin'
Your highness, you know I'm controllin' the castle
Count it up backwards, you know that I'm a factor
F*cked her so hard, 'til she start havin' 'tractions
Straight out her top, start poppin' them capsules
Bought you the watch, cause this bitch here a master

Blow me a check, get up, get me another one
Walk in the room and these bitches gon' choose
Don't wear designer, I still make the news
Carry that bag, wit' that cash, overload
Fully, tote fullies, I blow on my own
She can't hold it in, the smoke too strong
F*cked up 'bout that, lettin' bro blow out her mind

Big coupe, ridin' and you know them choppas in it too
Tell them niggas that they better chill wit' that rara
Voice deep when I speak, coated throat off the lean
Clear the scene, let it sing, Skully he gon' pop out
Flrrrt, in it, let it hit it 'til you fall out
Goyard phone case for my son
Pretty lil bitch and she look like Milan
I give her fightin's in the back when she front

[Outro]
Top, big coupe, ridin' and you know them choppas in it too
Tell them niggas that they better chill wit' that rara
Better chill wit' that rara
You know these niggas dyin'
Pretty lil bitch and she look like Milan
I give her fightin's in the back when she front
They know that I'm takin' it to another level
Can't quit it, keep goin', just for the better
Ain't quittin', I'm goin, just for the better
Three hundred thousand dollar Skeleton, plain
Pretty lil bitch and she look like Milan
I give her fightin's in the back when she front
Tell her to wipe it

---

Chopstick

(feat. T.E.N (with Rionfive))

Simo Fre just killed this
D-Roc

Bro ridin' 'round with a stolen stick
And, you already know that he make it hit
And, you know how it go, I send a hit
Police just blue lighted me, I ain't stoppin' for 'em
Bought my bitches lots of things, yes, I buy it for 'em
I say, "Baby, these damn drugs make me move slowly"
And, I came up from out of that mud, talkin' so deep
I'ma shotta, my girl, come here, tell 'em come see
We run with bumbaclot's for real, I'm gon' make 'em bleed

We bendin', when we late, most my cars they got exhaust
Ride 'round in stolen cars, catch one, knock 'em off
Marley, mommy, I'm not tryna be violent
It's not safe on my island, you ain't with that, you dying
See lil bro'nem be wylin', they send shots through his body
No, she not scared and she like me, I wan' f*ck with her body
Alright, I'm a blood, idol
Know we leave shit dead, that my blood body

Bro ridin' 'round with a stolen stick
And, you already know that he make it hit
And, you know how it go, I send a hit
Police just blue lighted me, I ain't stoppin' for 'em
Bought my bitches lots of things, yes, I buy it for 'em
I say, "Baby, these damn drugs make me move slowly"
And, I came up from out of that mud, talkin' so deep
I'ma shotta, my girl, come here, tell 'em come see
We run with bumbaclot's for real, I'm gon' make 'em bleed

I got by "Ten", I be takin' the hits
Bro out of town, still sendin' the blitz
He want 'em dead? he gone by six
I go by "Lil' Ben", I'm real as it get
I go by "Lil' Ben", I'm real as it get
Straight up out of that North, I be steppin' on shit
We up in the court, while you writin' a diss
He signed for two-hundred, spent that on my bitch
Another two-fifty, it's just for the clique
We takin his soul, made his brother carry him
We wiped his nose, he clean but slimer than a bitch
The city know, he shoot it up and leave 'em dead behind his bro
Bitch ass nigga
Scary ass nigga, wanna be a gravedigger
My brother Lil Top, our nuts way bigger
Straight out the gutter, just me and my niggas
We go to a party, we packin' a pistol
Had it cocked back ever since I was little
Spittin' at the back, ain't blowin' no whistle
Put you on the list, they comin' to get you
Oh, they steppin' with Ten, them niggas official (Yeah)

Bro ridin' 'round with a stolen stick
And, you already know that he make it hit
And, you know how it go, I send a hit
Police just blue lighted me, I ain't stoppin' for 'em
Bought my bitches lots of things, yes, I buy it for 'em
I say, "Baby, these damn drugs make me move slowly"
And, I came up from out of that mud, talkin' so deep
I'ma shotta, my girl, come here, tell 'em come see
We run with bumbaclot's for real, I'm gon' make 'em bleed

---

Slimes Go Where I Go

I'm down and out, bitch (Skeeo, you crazy)
I'm down and out, nigga
Well, nah, I ain't down and out
These niggas wan' see me down and out
Bitch-ass nigga, he gotta, he gotta do better (Yeah)
Tell them niggas get at me, slime (D-Roc)

Could get a hundred years from all these f*ckin' murders
I need a hundred mill' before my life start turnin'
'Fore it's over, chopper hang around my shoulders like a nigga from Magnolia
From Baton Rouge, but in the East with plenty heat, I'm tryna fold 'em
Yeah, any nigga, bitch, I'm a Demon, not a gremlin, tryna send shit through the ceilin'
Catch me in that foreign, I'm peelin' (Skrrt, gone)
I am not wrong, do anything to make it home
Run to a boy, I'm probably gone
High on Demon time
Phat Black up in jail, he bangin' green while on the line
Thuggin' Blood, that's who is I
Gettin' dirty in this bitch, but fly than a motherf*cker
Straight from out that North, ain't have no choice but hustle, watch my mama struggle
You can try to take her child and slime gon' put you under
With my baby, nigga, talkin' to myself, might think I'm crazy
They can down me, it don't phase me 'cause this life I live amazin'
It come with jail time and plenty niggas dyin', but gave me millions, nigga
38 my sign, the hood where I reside, ain't gotta feel me, nigga
'Cause I don't f*ck with y'all, know I'll bust at y'all
I'm sittin' here waitin' for Ddawg to call, with Nick, he smokin' loud
Don't go to clubs, but I can bring the crowd
I bring them hitters out, my youngin buckin' wit' his ski mask out
He gon' make that chopper sound, don't make him hit at you
Xanax, probably be on two
Gravediggers inside this coupe, you can eat me, tell this bitch don't chew
Tell your friend f*ck with my crew
Rep' off shit, that's what I do, don't tell me shit, I don't know you
One talk with my mama, nigga, she told me for to pop 'em too

Hold on, slimes go where I go and they do what I say
Shootin' at the right niggas, still'll swing the wrong way
Just make sure that you ain't out there 'cause you might be who die today
Tryna step on all these niggas and gon' take it to my grave

I'm a dead man, that what they say, I know it
I'm overdue, don't pick and choose, I talk my shit, to show it
That be my Five, he caught one body, tryna make him go for it
Ain't met your noggin with that chopper, why I'm movin' forward?
That murder shit, I'm forward
Know I might die, but I don't trip
That money on galore
Tell my oldest son, drive the ship
And tell my bro, "The pussy bitch that whack me, you go finish him"
I'm gon' be bobbin' in my casket with some diamonds head to limb, yeah
I gave that bitch that bag, now she broke, she sad, yeah
Bitch, let me see my daughter 'fore your boyfriend smashed
Told my grandpa, "I ain't do that shit, man, all them people lyin' on me
If I did, I still wouldn't tell ya, but right now, I'm bein' G"
They know I don't even speak, them niggas crossed the line with me
And now they gotta step on us, if not, they all gon' feel the heat
I eat, I say amazin' grace, I pray to Lord my soul to keep
On side my bed, I pray with beads, free BaBa, that's apart of me

Hold on, slimes go where I go and they do what I say
Shootin' at the right niggas, still'll swing the wrong way
Just make sure that you ain't out there 'cause you might be who die today
Tryna step on all these niggas and gon' take it to my grave
Hold on, slimes go where I go and they do what I say
Shootin' at the right niggas, still'll swing the wrong way
Just make sure that you ain't out there 'cause you might be who die today
Tryna step on all these niggas and gon' take it to my grave

(D-Roc)
(Skeeo, you crazy)

---

Slider

(Any last words?)
Lil Top
(D-Roc)
Look

Nigga, this a slider, and this bitch I got, she's a model (She's a model, nigga)
When you see Top, say, "Dada"
Hol' on, draw the Glock, pop shit, I got 'em (Who that is baby boy? Boy, who that is?)
Hol' on, I got 'em, got 'em

Watch me work the bitch, chef AI, I serve shit (Yeah, yeah)
I be murkin' shit, and I know you heard this (Yeah, yeah)
Lurkin' with the clique, thirty spit and swerve shit
They wan' knock me off, I keep a Glock, so I'm not worried
Two dollars for a bottle, this bitch I'm with, she thugged out, but she a model
I know these hoes gon' chase me out, don't go to malls, girl
They run they mouth, they talkin' loud, that chopper louder
Soon as it's up, them shots let off

Nigga, this a slider, and this bitch I got, she's a model
When you see Top, say, "Dada" (Say, "Dada," nigga)
Hol' on, draw the Glock, pop shit, I got 'em
Hol' on, I got 'em, got 'em

Dead bitch, haha
Pussy bitch, die, die (Okay)
Mm, bitch
Die bitch, die (Yeah)
Know I'ma slide, make 'em cry, bullets flyin' around they side
Boom, bitch, boom, Herm drive, nigga, don't crash the ride
My lil' bitch a model, I be tryna dig all in her sides, uh
This a bottle, nigga, drink it, start to wildin', nigga
Boom, that's that chopper, nigga, thought you had a problem, nigga
Bitch, don't say Kentrell, see me, say, "The Dada," nigga
Swervin' in this motherf*cker
I'm gon' get ten years if they catch me with this dirty cutter, gon' keep that stick still
YB a dirty motherf*cker (F*ck yeah), he got 'bout nine kids (Know it)
They know with that shit, I is, bitch, yeah, bitch, yeah
Pop a pill, uh, roll until he dead, oh, yeah
Leave 'em dead, talk that shit, he lay in his bed (Ayy), God damn
Seen lil' shawty and she bad then what they said, mhm (Bad then what they said)
"That's who killed 'em?" When they see us, they say, "Yeah, that's them"
We got dirty sticks and pounds, they steady jumpin' out the gym
See the bitch, zip his ass, then get happy, I'm him (Brrt, baow)
Who them boys don't like? They know that I'm quick to shoot at them (Baow)
See me out on site, covered down in diamonds with BM

Nigga, this a slider, and this bitch I got, she's a model (She's a model, nigga)
When you see Top, say, "Dada" (Yeah, yeah)
Hol' on, draw the Glock, pop shit, I got 'em (Got 'em, nigga)
Hol' on, I got 'em, got 'em
This a slider, and this bitch I got, she's a model (Okay)
When you see Top, say, "Dada" (Don Dada, nigga)
Hol' on, draw the Glock, pop shit, I got 'em (I got 'em)
Hol' on, I got 'em, got 'em

Uh, uh, uh, uh

---

I Shot Qupid

Falling, I see me
Convulsing, all you bring
You do this, make me feel like that I ain't got nobody
I can't do this, so last night

I shot Qupid (Oh, oh)
He was bringin' me the wrong love
He was bringin' me the wrong girls
I know that it ain't something wrong wit' me (Oh, nah)
Everytime I even try, don't die
I'm sorry, I'ma need you eventually, but my heart bleedin'
I'm connected to my lean, more than people that you bring
Only reason that I shot you, you don't help me by no means

I ain't never had a bitch make me thug better
I ain't never had one made my love bigger
Had her round 'cause I seen that her love different
So, I thought that I probably could thug wit' her
Said her last old man was a drug dealer
I say, "What you mean?"
She say, "Thug nigga, know I'm pickin' wit' it"
But she know a nigga get a bigger interest
Know my money so long, she get lost up in it
She a solid chick, I was f*ckin' wit her
Whole damn time I ain't have no feelings
But, I ain't mention, everytime it'll be a bad ending
I probably lost her to a whole 'nother nigga
I probably found love in a whole 'nother bitch
Both fall away, 'cause problems wasn't fixed
Qupid was f*ckin' my life up slime
And, I admit that I had a problem wit' it
I remember back then, you was my friend
When I was in love with Hailey and Nia
Around that time, it ain't work, since Nia
I then had nine babies, and only one here
And as a black man, I say I'm wise
Where you build a home at, you stay right there
But Qupid, I say I was only a child
And I ain't really know what it mean to care
Your love, don't want go back there
The street niggas, you do not play fair
And no, I don't want to play truth or dare
You be causin' me to leave, when my love stuck right there
You only got me feelin' useless, got me just sittin' and clueless
I made a mistake last night, and shot Qupid

I shot Qupid (Oh, oh)
He was bringin' me the wrong love
He was bringin' me the wrong girls
I know that it ain't something wrong wit' me (Oh, nah)
Everytime I even try, don't die
I'm sorry, I'ma need you eventually, but my heart bleedin'
I'm connected to my lean, more than people that you bring
Only reason that I shot you, you don't help me by no means

---

Channel 9

(Ayy, Rashon, this bitch go crazy)
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)

Smokin' dope, tryna get my head on
Chasing money, oh yeah, tryna get my bread long
Smokin', rollin', totin' tryna put shit on channel 9
I'm quick to notice, let these niggas know it's time
They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me
All by myself, know they ain't proud for me, probably put that fire on me
Niggas know I step, I pay that shottas fee
I'ma make them slimes go sweep 'em
All these hoes they done had they chance
And them boys wasn't quick on feet

Bust and they missed it
People want funny things, then I up and I hit it
Diamond chains, diamond watch it be glistenin'
Murder man, but won't never admit it
Murder gang, stay on top of my business
I ain't pulling out that bentley for bitches
In a civic, back seat strapped with a glizzy
Clean, like that dirty shit that I'm sippin
Don Juan, granted gold my pendant
I got too many bitches, up in war, I got too many blicky's
Murder time through that nawf, I be ridin' with them hittas
I probably be strapped with a semi
Nigga know with that fire I'll be blockin' all day
And I'm plannin' on murderin' the biggest
Shorty inside of the deli, we slangin' that yeah
And they know they can't play with a nigga

Smoking dope, tryna get my head on
Chasing money, oh yeah, tryna get my bread long
Smoking, rolling, totin' tryna put shit on channel 9
I'm quick to notice, let these niggas know it's time
They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me
All by myself, know they ain't proud for me, probably put that fire on me
Niggas know I step, I pay that shottas fee
I'ma make them slimes go sweep 'em
All these hoes they done had they chance
And them boys wasn't quick on feet

Look, tell 'em free Vaughn, dirty illegal guns on my waist
I got two clips together on the drac, with a illegal handle on the .223
I don't even know why I can't even have grip on the front of that fire
I'm a convicted felon, I can't win for losing, while standin' in trial
I don't even trust her, I know I can't trust her, but she want a child
She know I'm a thug her, she know I can't love her
It ain't worth the while, not wasting my time
I stay with that iron, be moving around, I be kickin' the shit, I'm big slime
In my own dimension, prices be tempting, them gunnas ain't turnin' it down

Smoking dope, tryna get my head on
Chasing money, oh yeah, tryna get my bread long
Smoking, rolling, totin' tryna put shit on channel 9
I'm quick to notice, let these niggas know it's time
They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me
All by myself, know they ain't proud for me, probably put that fire on me
Niggas know I step, I pay that shottas fee
I'ma make them slimes go sweep 'em
All these hoes they done had they chance
And them boys wasn't quick on feet

---

I Want His Soul

(BJ on one)
Huh, they been talkin' bad, bad 'bout me (G06, you goin' brazy)
They been talkin' bad, yeah
They been talkin' bad, bad 'bout me (Huh)
They know I'ma flash, don't play with me (Huh)
Huh, who that is knockin' on it?
Who that is? (D-Roc)
Ha, look

Thirty stick, pocket can't fit, '36 servin' that shit
Plannin' on murderin' a bitch, don't f*ck with that, don't f*ck with that
Rerock tucked inside his sock, he smokin', ain't sellin' that shit
Pop 'em, and we make 'em smell that bitch, the law gon' smell that bitch
Aroma strong, hit, take off his dome, I'm on that Skully shit
That's my cousin, I hope you don't f*ck with this
I'm gon' kill all your kids, lost soul
I say, "Grandma, tell my God that I'm comin' home"
They want me gone, but I ain't scared
You lose your head 'bout what you said
I bang that green, my symbol red
Now, free my slimes from out the feds
Now, pussy nigga, what you said?
You know I be on that, you talk that shit, can't take it back
You ain't shit to me, just another hat
Call his mama, I'll help that bitch bury his ass
These niggas hate Big 5, huh?
Because, they brother or cousin died
Because, they bitch want to f*ck the slime
They know the realest one is, I
Lil Phat gone, inside the sky
Hold it down and I don't know 'em
I pick my phone up, call up Shyne, "I need Young Thug back on my charm"
I pick my phone up, call them slimes
These pussy niggas, I can't ignore 'em
I know this one, he got some sense
And, just one want meet my arm that I bare with
Wipe his nose, show that pussy nigga that I slatt shit
Brrt, baow, baow, no comin' back bitch
Should've been my friend, but you want to be a demon, huh?
I ain't that type of nigga that'll fill your bitch up with my semen, nah
I'ma spit in that bitch face and make her tell you that, "That nigga foul"
It's f*ck you out that gate, and if you play, bitch, I'ma lay you down
Lay law down in that murder town, chopper bullets sprayin' 'round
Tell that pussy, "Pick you up", by night, he still be layin' down
I'm with that, I don't f*ck around
Can't wait 'til I catch that clown
Pussy tryna steal my whole swag, I get 'em dragged
Run down on his ass, he get no pass, he gon' get smashed
Ha, young nigga not more bloody than me
Hand full, I count on my feet
Pussy ass nigga ain't more Skully than me
Came in this game, and I'm known to beef
Real slimeball, they known to creep
Catch 'em down bad, knock 'em off his feet

Grim Reaper, I say, "I see nothin' but evil"
I see niggas wanna be us
But, they never prayed to you, once
No, I want his soul
I just want to bust his dome
Put that nigga feet inside the air, he want to see us (Nigga, yeah)
Show that nigga that this shit ain't pretty, tryna be us

Nigga, soon as you see us, we hold that heat up
Better not have your mamacita with you, she get left put up
Flash it, glrrt, flash it, blrrt, you get the picture
F*ck with them real gravediggers, the one's that do real rituals (Oh, yeah)
If I say that I want you dead, might as well go call the feds
Ain't none, ain't stoppin' 'til we get to you, I'm gon' bust your head
I'm like, "One, two, three, four, five, six," nigga f*ck that count, It's twelve
You gon' be thirteen, I'm gon' send your stupid, scary ass, to Hell
F*ck who you is, them looks prevail
Did too much time inside them cells
F*ck who you kill, look, I'm too real
Got to show me, better than you spell or rhyme, nigga
Pussy, we slang iron, nigga
Once you cross that line, nigga
Your whole family dyin', nigga (I want his soul)
They been talkin' bad, bad 'bout me
They gon' see me flash, now, why you play with me
Now, hold on, I hope that don't be my P.O. knockin' at my door
'Cause, she don't even know the kid been tryna heal up his soul

Grim Reaper, I say, "I see nothin' but evil"
I see niggas wanna be us
But, they never prayed to you, once
No, I want his soul
I just want to bust his dome
Put that nigga feet inside the air, he want to see us (Nigga, yeah)
Show that nigga that this shit ain't pretty, tryna be us