You're a Genius, McFly
AI
It's the Carter's son
The Carter's
Turn me up a lil'
Picture me, new 3D denim, I'm city rollin' (rollin')
But did I mention this my own clothin'?
The f*ck you mean? Made nigga, bought my own Rollie
But if them crackers pull me over, they gon' say I stole it
Good mornin', we on it, I went bought two S trophies
My father left my sis and bros, to them, I feel I owed it
But let's not be heroic, 'cause everybody roguish
They don't want us to totin' guns, but they let the f*ckin' killers tote it
Let's take a ride and see, though, where them people be, though
Colt 45, the grip design, bought this bitch from Casino
Soprano, no Soprino, we live life like Yung Bino
Had a show in B-more, after that post on the block with Chino (I'm a hustlin' motherf*cker)
Look for a star on every hundred, C note
I'm the top on YouTube, f*ck a new school, I don't use no Vevo
These niggas around me, they too cruel, they bust tools and die for me, though
I don't pay money for no life, the murder pay off me, so
Came out alright
But I'm blinded from the life, I can't see, though
Got juveniles on the block, thirty stick hangin' out the Glock
Bandana tied 'round the clip, and they go all out for me, though
Sucked all the pain up, let's f*ck the game up
Plenty niggas on the block pushin' that rock, it's the Carter's son
You got your change up, they brought your name up
When it's war, we wet they block, and when it's said, this shit'll never be done
I can't say I'm f*cking with all this involvement
These niggas ain't right and they ballin'
I don't give a f*ck, no, I call up Osama, my baba
Like, "Load up and come and rob all them" (rob all them)
Venezuela ventilator
My first trip to Georgia made 'em
Some companions with ambitions, was
Double G, NBA native
I wish baptism could've saved us
Never broke until the grave in
Excuse ourselves, knock on the tables
I make a pussy bite the pavement
I can't say I'm f*cking with all this involvement
These niggas ain't right and they ballin'
I don't give a f*ck, no, I call up Osama, my baba
Like, "Load up and come and rob all them" (rob all them)
Came out alright
But I'm blinded from the life, I can't see, though
Got juveniles on the block, thirty stick hangin' out the Glock
Bandana tied 'round the clip, and they go all out for me, though
(That my son, that my slime)
(He on my dime, it's the Carter's son)
Young Boy Never Broke Again - AI YoungBoy 2 Album Lyrics
Young Boy Never Broke Again - AI YoungBoy 2 Lyrics
Writer: Booker T. Jones Jr., Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, William Bell, Caleb Harper, Jacier Pearson, Lachlan Gentle
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Time Im On
Three, man
Double A flexin'
AI
Louie Bandz made another one
I ain't never did that, nah
Why you acting like that? Nah
I do this shit 'cause shit, I just be in my own world
This is the sound
I drink codeine, my cup on the dirty to relax
Smoking hella weed, loaded, I just bought another pack
Don't walk up on me, clutchin', you might walk into that strap
These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these other niggas cap
Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't comin' home
I been tryna make it through the headphones
You see me when I came in, I was all alone
Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on
Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem
Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him
Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them
These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don't even know them
Nigga try and I'ma blow him right on the scene
Nigga check how I been flexin' with these hunnids in my jeans
I been trying to shake back, I been loaded off that lean
Tryna come up with a plan, I ain't throwed off as I seem
I'm in Cali at the studio and hoes running in and out
No more sleeping on Montana couch with a chopper somewhere close around
I been living good on my own, I ain't no baby now
I got platinum plaques around the house
I be high, I ain't worried 'bout y'all
I drink codeine, my cup on the dirty to relax
Smoking hella weed, loaded, I just bought another pack
Don't run up on me, clutchin', you might walk into that strap
These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these other niggas cap
Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't comin' home
I been tryna make it through the headphones
You see me when I came in, I was all alone
Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on
Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem
Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him
Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them
These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don't even know them
I ain't sit around, motherf*ck what they make, I done went that way
I don't play, hundred rounds, hundred racks on your brain, young niggas go rampage
This a new Maybach seat, go back more space, right between us, an ice tray
Audemar rose gold, I don't know what the time say, new piece that Shine made
Walkin' 'round with racks on me, motherf*ck if it's flashy
I come straight up out the street, ain't no pretending, no acting
I don't blame no one for my struggle, I still f*ck with my daddy
I'm still thuggin', high as f*ck, ridin' 'round, toting ratchets
Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't comin' home
I been tryna make it through the headphones
You see me when I came in, I was all alone
Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on
Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem
Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him
Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them
These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don't even know them
This is the sound
Double A flexin'
AI
Louie Bandz made another one
I ain't never did that, nah
Why you acting like that? Nah
I do this shit 'cause shit, I just be in my own world
This is the sound
I drink codeine, my cup on the dirty to relax
Smoking hella weed, loaded, I just bought another pack
Don't walk up on me, clutchin', you might walk into that strap
These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these other niggas cap
Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't comin' home
I been tryna make it through the headphones
You see me when I came in, I was all alone
Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on
Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem
Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him
Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them
These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don't even know them
Nigga try and I'ma blow him right on the scene
Nigga check how I been flexin' with these hunnids in my jeans
I been trying to shake back, I been loaded off that lean
Tryna come up with a plan, I ain't throwed off as I seem
I'm in Cali at the studio and hoes running in and out
No more sleeping on Montana couch with a chopper somewhere close around
I been living good on my own, I ain't no baby now
I got platinum plaques around the house
I be high, I ain't worried 'bout y'all
I drink codeine, my cup on the dirty to relax
Smoking hella weed, loaded, I just bought another pack
Don't run up on me, clutchin', you might walk into that strap
These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these other niggas cap
Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't comin' home
I been tryna make it through the headphones
You see me when I came in, I was all alone
Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on
Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem
Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him
Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them
These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don't even know them
I ain't sit around, motherf*ck what they make, I done went that way
I don't play, hundred rounds, hundred racks on your brain, young niggas go rampage
This a new Maybach seat, go back more space, right between us, an ice tray
Audemar rose gold, I don't know what the time say, new piece that Shine made
Walkin' 'round with racks on me, motherf*ck if it's flashy
I come straight up out the street, ain't no pretending, no acting
I don't blame no one for my struggle, I still f*ck with my daddy
I'm still thuggin', high as f*ck, ridin' 'round, toting ratchets
Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't comin' home
I been tryna make it through the headphones
You see me when I came in, I was all alone
Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on
Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem
Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him
Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them
These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don't even know them
This is the sound
Writer: Aaron David Jr. Lockhart, Dennis Darrell Jr. Neal, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Hot Now
Beat Execz
Guwap
Marcus, you killin' the beat
Keep up, I like it, drive me all insane
Niggas wanna test us, .45 sidekick
You can try to cuff, I let it up and bust your brain
Choppas out, many men, blatt, blatt
Baby girl I need that fan 'cause I'm hot now (I need that fan)
Broke ass niggas with that plan, they get shot down (that plan)
Plenty money, bitch, come on my land, see what I got now
Get shorty on them Xans, she get to spinnin' like a lighthouse
I'm walkin' through the mall, I'm tryna figure what the hype 'bout
Dumb lil' nigga I ain't wit' that talkin', you get piped down
Shorty trya to f*ck, I told her "Hurry and come pull up now"
She said "Where you get yo' car? 'Cause I like it"
I said "That's funny, it don't cost that much"
She said "Why you totin' that gun? I rather you jus' fight"
'Cause the day I put it down be the day I'm outta luck
Bitch give me the recipe, this shit gettin' the best of me
I need a beat through the headphones
This money, it ain't shit to me, yo' bitch'll dig a ditch for me
Plus I'll blast you in your shit with that chrome (bitch lay down)
I pulled up, jumped out, loaded, geeked
Bitch, don't come approach the heat
I'm focused, nigga, what the f*ck you on? (What you on bro?)
Two hunnid thousand in the bag on me, Fortnite is the last release
They got the nerve to still be dissin' in they songs, they ain't even on
Choppas out, many men, blatt, blatt
Baby girl I need that fan 'cause I'm hot now (hot now)
Broke ass niggas with that plan, they get shot down (boom boom)
Plenty money, bitch, come on my land, see what I got now
She said, "Where you get yo' car? 'Cause I like it" (I like yo' car)
I say, "That's funny, it don't cost that much"
Niggas wanna test us, .45 sidekick
I hope these f*ck niggas came with some luck (yeah)
Keep up, I like it
Drive me all insane
Niggas want to test us, .45 sidekick (.45)
You can try to cuff, I let it up and bust your brain (let it bang)
Mm, ah, choppas out, many men, blatt, blatt
(Baby girl I need that fan 'cause I'm hot now)
(Broke ass niggas with that plan, they get shot down)
Guwap
Marcus, you killin' the beat
Keep up, I like it, drive me all insane
Niggas wanna test us, .45 sidekick
You can try to cuff, I let it up and bust your brain
Choppas out, many men, blatt, blatt
Baby girl I need that fan 'cause I'm hot now (I need that fan)
Broke ass niggas with that plan, they get shot down (that plan)
Plenty money, bitch, come on my land, see what I got now
Get shorty on them Xans, she get to spinnin' like a lighthouse
I'm walkin' through the mall, I'm tryna figure what the hype 'bout
Dumb lil' nigga I ain't wit' that talkin', you get piped down
Shorty trya to f*ck, I told her "Hurry and come pull up now"
She said "Where you get yo' car? 'Cause I like it"
I said "That's funny, it don't cost that much"
She said "Why you totin' that gun? I rather you jus' fight"
'Cause the day I put it down be the day I'm outta luck
Bitch give me the recipe, this shit gettin' the best of me
I need a beat through the headphones
This money, it ain't shit to me, yo' bitch'll dig a ditch for me
Plus I'll blast you in your shit with that chrome (bitch lay down)
I pulled up, jumped out, loaded, geeked
Bitch, don't come approach the heat
I'm focused, nigga, what the f*ck you on? (What you on bro?)
Two hunnid thousand in the bag on me, Fortnite is the last release
They got the nerve to still be dissin' in they songs, they ain't even on
Choppas out, many men, blatt, blatt
Baby girl I need that fan 'cause I'm hot now (hot now)
Broke ass niggas with that plan, they get shot down (boom boom)
Plenty money, bitch, come on my land, see what I got now
She said, "Where you get yo' car? 'Cause I like it" (I like yo' car)
I say, "That's funny, it don't cost that much"
Niggas wanna test us, .45 sidekick
I hope these f*ck niggas came with some luck (yeah)
Keep up, I like it
Drive me all insane
Niggas want to test us, .45 sidekick (.45)
You can try to cuff, I let it up and bust your brain (let it bang)
Mm, ah, choppas out, many men, blatt, blatt
(Baby girl I need that fan 'cause I'm hot now)
(Broke ass niggas with that plan, they get shot down)
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden, Kevon Lewis, Marcus Gotch
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Seeming Like It
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It
Past tense futuristic, they'll never get it
I wished for this not knowing what it'd be worth by the time I get it
Thought drugs would make me love you harder but you still ain't feel it
This ain't 'bout fiends, this ain't 'bout critics, this about how I'm livin' (talk to 'em)
No matter which way it go
Time flow, as we come, as we leave
We come back with another one, they'll never know, yeah
What they see, got 'em blind, on my knees
In disguise, I can't take it
They say it's gon' get better
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it
They say my problems gon' get better (yeah)
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it, yeah
Youngin in the drop-top
Swerving lane to lane, what a dirty game, yeah
With an eight ball of the H, you tryna serve somethin'
His lil' nigga flagged him down, tryna tell him that he heard somethin' (what up)
He ain't take that too well, by tonight, he gotta murk somethin'
He pulled out, bled the block (skrrt)
Left the bend and cocked his Glock
He wanna leave the city, he just need enough of guap, yeah
This shit'll never end, help you understand, I'd rather not
I'll blow they brains with the aroma comin' out this pot (dope)
Career dirty, took a bath, came out diamonds dancing
Shawty bad, I can't be with her, right now I can't chance it
4KTrey, I run with killers, this shit real, ask 'em (4KTrey)
You can't say that that shit fake if everybody sayin' it
No matter which way it go
Time flow, as we come, as we leave
We come back with another one, they'll never know, yeah
What they see, got 'em blind, on my knees
In disguise, I can't take it
They say it's gon' get better
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it
They say my problems gon' get better
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it, yeah
Bring them bags in, my nigga weigh it up and then I'm clockin' out
Pharmaceuticals, I got them pounds, we got H and all
One hundred, you can ask Lil Harris, Chevy, I'ma break it off
Or go ask Famgoon 'bout your face, I'll try to take it off
Better play your role, don't break the law
Flame'll be the last thing you saw
We built this shit together, we can't fall
Swear I ain't gone for the bros, I ain't helped no more who been caught
Just sent D-Dawg money but I ain't happy he still ain't call
As time flow, I can't cope through the scope
I'ma aim, take the brains off a f*ck nigga
Calm down, they thinking I'm lame but my nuts bigger (nuts bigger)
It runnin' all through my veins, blood of a thug nigga, yeah
No matter which way it go
Time flow, as we come, as we leave
We come back with another one, they'll never know (yeah)
What they see, got 'em blind, on my knees
In disguise, I can't take it
They say it's gon' get better
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it
They say my problems gon' get better
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it, yeah
Mike WiLL Made-It
Past tense futuristic, they'll never get it
I wished for this not knowing what it'd be worth by the time I get it
Thought drugs would make me love you harder but you still ain't feel it
This ain't 'bout fiends, this ain't 'bout critics, this about how I'm livin' (talk to 'em)
No matter which way it go
Time flow, as we come, as we leave
We come back with another one, they'll never know, yeah
What they see, got 'em blind, on my knees
In disguise, I can't take it
They say it's gon' get better
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it
They say my problems gon' get better (yeah)
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it, yeah
Youngin in the drop-top
Swerving lane to lane, what a dirty game, yeah
With an eight ball of the H, you tryna serve somethin'
His lil' nigga flagged him down, tryna tell him that he heard somethin' (what up)
He ain't take that too well, by tonight, he gotta murk somethin'
He pulled out, bled the block (skrrt)
Left the bend and cocked his Glock
He wanna leave the city, he just need enough of guap, yeah
This shit'll never end, help you understand, I'd rather not
I'll blow they brains with the aroma comin' out this pot (dope)
Career dirty, took a bath, came out diamonds dancing
Shawty bad, I can't be with her, right now I can't chance it
4KTrey, I run with killers, this shit real, ask 'em (4KTrey)
You can't say that that shit fake if everybody sayin' it
No matter which way it go
Time flow, as we come, as we leave
We come back with another one, they'll never know, yeah
What they see, got 'em blind, on my knees
In disguise, I can't take it
They say it's gon' get better
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it
They say my problems gon' get better
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it, yeah
Bring them bags in, my nigga weigh it up and then I'm clockin' out
Pharmaceuticals, I got them pounds, we got H and all
One hundred, you can ask Lil Harris, Chevy, I'ma break it off
Or go ask Famgoon 'bout your face, I'll try to take it off
Better play your role, don't break the law
Flame'll be the last thing you saw
We built this shit together, we can't fall
Swear I ain't gone for the bros, I ain't helped no more who been caught
Just sent D-Dawg money but I ain't happy he still ain't call
As time flow, I can't cope through the scope
I'ma aim, take the brains off a f*ck nigga
Calm down, they thinking I'm lame but my nuts bigger (nuts bigger)
It runnin' all through my veins, blood of a thug nigga, yeah
No matter which way it go
Time flow, as we come, as we leave
We come back with another one, they'll never know (yeah)
What they see, got 'em blind, on my knees
In disguise, I can't take it
They say it's gon' get better
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it
They say my problems gon' get better
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it, yeah
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden, Michael Len Williams, Cooper Reed, Justin Rashaad Garner, Nicholas Mira
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Self Control
(Drum Dummie)
(CashmoneyAP)
(DJ Swift on the track)
I'ma leave here with what I came here for, now what you sayin'?
You don't wan' take it there, don't go there with us, nah (nah)
Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands (my hands)
And we ain't come here for to lose, we want it all
Smokin' dro 'cause I need it
So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me (when you see me)
You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason (I don't want to)
Kick down your door, post up on your front porch, and we ain't leavin'
When my grandma died, I had to beat the odds and it wasn't easy
When Boozilla died, I almost lost my mind, broke me to pieces (rest in peace)
We was slangin' iron for Dump and all the rest, it ain't no secret
38 across my neck, we be them boys you don't want beef with
Smokin' dro, smell it when I hit the door, 'cause I need it
I ain't the one, these pussy niggas know I be fiendin'
I bought the car with diamonds 'round my throat, bitch, I'm beamin'
I don't think no nigga can't see me, I be paranoid while I'm leanin' (let's go for real)
Smokin' dro 'cause I need it
So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me
You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason (bow, boom, boom)
Kick down your door, post up on your front porch, and we ain't leavin'
I'ma leave here with what I came here for, now what you sayin'? (What you sayin'?)
You don't wan' take it there, don't go there with us, nah
Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands (my hands)
And we ain't come here for to lose, we want it all
Whole lot of racks on these VV's (racks)
I'm so slime, on this Glock, got a green beam (go)
Got a whole lot of people that need me
Bust your head all over the right thing (bow)
I ain't got nothin' but a dub and a Black Card up inside my Ami' jeans (what else?)
I just want head, can't f*ck in a bed, it's just some things don't excite me (yeah)
Testin' your gun inside of the backyard, let it hit, get your aim up
My youngin official, he wait in your backyard, and I call him the bang thug
Wake up in the morning, get fresh as a bitch
I'ma walk in the 'yo in some Margielas
And the way we gon' dump at the boy with the stick (brr, brr, brr, bop)
I'ma finish him off with a four nickel
I be thinkin' 'bout Dump all over the time
This shit just don't feel right (ooh)
I don't go to no club, I be takin' these drugs
Ridin' and keepin' that steel tight (ooh)
Every night 'fore I sleep
I think 'bout the North Side where I grew up, no ho type (North)
Play, I put you to sleep before you could see (bitch)
Pull up where you be and it's on sight
I'ma leave here with what I came here for, now what you sayin'? (What you sayin?)
You don't wan' take it there, don't go there with us, nah
Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands
And we ain't come here for to lose, we want it all
Smokin' dro (dro), 'cause I need it (I need it)
So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me
You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason
Kick down your door, post up on your front porch, and we ain't leavin'
(CashmoneyAP)
(DJ Swift on the track)
I'ma leave here with what I came here for, now what you sayin'?
You don't wan' take it there, don't go there with us, nah (nah)
Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands (my hands)
And we ain't come here for to lose, we want it all
Smokin' dro 'cause I need it
So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me (when you see me)
You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason (I don't want to)
Kick down your door, post up on your front porch, and we ain't leavin'
When my grandma died, I had to beat the odds and it wasn't easy
When Boozilla died, I almost lost my mind, broke me to pieces (rest in peace)
We was slangin' iron for Dump and all the rest, it ain't no secret
38 across my neck, we be them boys you don't want beef with
Smokin' dro, smell it when I hit the door, 'cause I need it
I ain't the one, these pussy niggas know I be fiendin'
I bought the car with diamonds 'round my throat, bitch, I'm beamin'
I don't think no nigga can't see me, I be paranoid while I'm leanin' (let's go for real)
Smokin' dro 'cause I need it
So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me
You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason (bow, boom, boom)
Kick down your door, post up on your front porch, and we ain't leavin'
I'ma leave here with what I came here for, now what you sayin'? (What you sayin'?)
You don't wan' take it there, don't go there with us, nah
Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands (my hands)
And we ain't come here for to lose, we want it all
Whole lot of racks on these VV's (racks)
I'm so slime, on this Glock, got a green beam (go)
Got a whole lot of people that need me
Bust your head all over the right thing (bow)
I ain't got nothin' but a dub and a Black Card up inside my Ami' jeans (what else?)
I just want head, can't f*ck in a bed, it's just some things don't excite me (yeah)
Testin' your gun inside of the backyard, let it hit, get your aim up
My youngin official, he wait in your backyard, and I call him the bang thug
Wake up in the morning, get fresh as a bitch
I'ma walk in the 'yo in some Margielas
And the way we gon' dump at the boy with the stick (brr, brr, brr, bop)
I'ma finish him off with a four nickel
I be thinkin' 'bout Dump all over the time
This shit just don't feel right (ooh)
I don't go to no club, I be takin' these drugs
Ridin' and keepin' that steel tight (ooh)
Every night 'fore I sleep
I think 'bout the North Side where I grew up, no ho type (North)
Play, I put you to sleep before you could see (bitch)
Pull up where you be and it's on sight
I'ma leave here with what I came here for, now what you sayin'? (What you sayin?)
You don't wan' take it there, don't go there with us, nah
Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands
And we ain't come here for to lose, we want it all
Smokin' dro (dro), 'cause I need it (I need it)
So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me
You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason
Kick down your door, post up on your front porch, and we ain't leavin'
Writer: Alex Christian Jean Petit, Damion Williams, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Tevin Revell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Rich As Hell
17
D-Roc
I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can't sleep
I'm staying up, I'm tossing, turning
That's them bodies from my temper creeping on me
That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell
Get it and bring it, I flip it
You know how I get it, I know some hard layers
I can speak that work and talk that work
I leave it scarred and pale
Presser, I got solids on that semi, bust your head for real
Presser, give me head and then I flip or get that dick for real
Ballin', my niggas haulin'
Niggas be talkin' and I catch 'em walkin'
I do this often, f*ck it, I off 'em
Know that I got 'em, you know I'ma stalk 'em
F*ck his fam, I pick his coffin
Catch who bad? Bitch, I doubt it
I got youngins wanna off 'em
All this smoke, it got me coughin'
MAC's-11, I be steppin', bitch, I'm reckless, I'm dumb
Catch you wrestling in your section with that Wesson, you slumped
I got bro on top, ain't tell through a message, we come
We hang guns with them drums, Draco sounding like a bomb
Yeah, you talk that shit, I'm with it, hmm
Watch how quick I whip it
I go Shmurda with them glizzies
I got murder on my tension
I got black on top my lenses
I got straps inside that Bentley
You wan' play, I make you feel it
Come your way, make sure you get it
Bitch, I trap out like Griselda, hollows, I mail 'em
Mojo with my celly, police walk in, I won't tell 'em
Talkin' on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven
Stutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion
I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can't sleep
I'm staying up, I'm tossing, turning
That's them bodies from my temper creeping on me
That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell
Whip that bitch out and she lick it
Check how a nigga be kickin'
I got cases pending, I got THC, it's liquid
If I point, them youngins hit it
I got bitches throwin' up Billy, Blood
I got problems, really, I piss out red inside the tub
Choppin' it
Run her a song, she follow that
Smoking strong, a pressure pack inside my bag, got big racks
She took the Roxies out her pocket, told that bitch don't sniff that
'Cause bitch, I'ma kick you out, you know that we ain't with that
I put that strap in her mouth, bitch
I thought I told you don't talk, bitch
I don't care 'bout what they talkin', f*ck her best friend, bitch, I'm rich
F*ck your man man, ho, I'm lit
Plus my whole clique full of pits
I go put on Fendi pants
Thot, your dad can't drip like this
Bitch, I trap out like Griselda, hollows, I mail 'em
Mojo with my celly, police walk in, I won't tell 'em
Talkin' on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven
Stutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion
I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can't sleep
I'm staying up, I'm tossing, turning
That's them bodies from my temper creeping on me
That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell
17
D-Roc
D-Roc
I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can't sleep
I'm staying up, I'm tossing, turning
That's them bodies from my temper creeping on me
That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell
Get it and bring it, I flip it
You know how I get it, I know some hard layers
I can speak that work and talk that work
I leave it scarred and pale
Presser, I got solids on that semi, bust your head for real
Presser, give me head and then I flip or get that dick for real
Ballin', my niggas haulin'
Niggas be talkin' and I catch 'em walkin'
I do this often, f*ck it, I off 'em
Know that I got 'em, you know I'ma stalk 'em
F*ck his fam, I pick his coffin
Catch who bad? Bitch, I doubt it
I got youngins wanna off 'em
All this smoke, it got me coughin'
MAC's-11, I be steppin', bitch, I'm reckless, I'm dumb
Catch you wrestling in your section with that Wesson, you slumped
I got bro on top, ain't tell through a message, we come
We hang guns with them drums, Draco sounding like a bomb
Yeah, you talk that shit, I'm with it, hmm
Watch how quick I whip it
I go Shmurda with them glizzies
I got murder on my tension
I got black on top my lenses
I got straps inside that Bentley
You wan' play, I make you feel it
Come your way, make sure you get it
Bitch, I trap out like Griselda, hollows, I mail 'em
Mojo with my celly, police walk in, I won't tell 'em
Talkin' on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven
Stutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion
I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can't sleep
I'm staying up, I'm tossing, turning
That's them bodies from my temper creeping on me
That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell
Whip that bitch out and she lick it
Check how a nigga be kickin'
I got cases pending, I got THC, it's liquid
If I point, them youngins hit it
I got bitches throwin' up Billy, Blood
I got problems, really, I piss out red inside the tub
Choppin' it
Run her a song, she follow that
Smoking strong, a pressure pack inside my bag, got big racks
She took the Roxies out her pocket, told that bitch don't sniff that
'Cause bitch, I'ma kick you out, you know that we ain't with that
I put that strap in her mouth, bitch
I thought I told you don't talk, bitch
I don't care 'bout what they talkin', f*ck her best friend, bitch, I'm rich
F*ck your man man, ho, I'm lit
Plus my whole clique full of pits
I go put on Fendi pants
Thot, your dad can't drip like this
Bitch, I trap out like Griselda, hollows, I mail 'em
Mojo with my celly, police walk in, I won't tell 'em
Talkin' on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven
Stutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion
I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can't sleep
I'm staying up, I'm tossing, turning
That's them bodies from my temper creeping on me
That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell
17
D-Roc
Writer: Daniel Lebrun, Darren Williams, Dorian Thesus, Jake Gibson, Kentrell Desean Gaulden, Sven Rafael Steenburgen
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Slime Mentality
I need to talk to Mike Lowrey, hello? This is Mike Lowrey
I'm runnin' and I'm runnin' yeah (Dubba-AA Flex)
Uh, my mama slime, my sister slime, my brother slime
My daddy slime, yeah he slime (Louie Bandz made another one)
Ay, how you wanna do it? (How you wanna do it, nigga?)
I'm in here, ay, 4K Trey, free D-Dawg, nigga
I'm on that same shit, nobody safe (this is the sound)
Look, lets go
Boom bow, pussy bitch don't try to run now
F*ck nigga ain't have his head on
I'ma make sure that these niggas hear me through they headphones
I've been cooling but these pussy bitches, just won't leave me 'lone
Crack you in ya shit just to see what's on yo mind
I'm YoungBoy, YB Kayla with me, yeah she slime
Police on my ass, gotta watch the way I'm slidin'
He acting hype, I slime him down to ease his mind
Yeah, I pull up acting in a 4-door
You would think my niggas with me in this bitch, but boy I'm solo
And Meechie in the south but still would come and kick yo front door
Broke geekin' out that south but wilding out, bitch if you don't know
I'm telling you niggas, I drop a bag just to finish you niggas
He think it's done, but that's his ass, I'm gon' get rid of you niggas
At a show or anything bitch we gon' hit at you niggas
I want them all that's on my dawg, Bitch we gon' get at you niggas
Peep your block and try to catch a nigga outside
I'm thuggin' for real, I tell ya' bitch I cross the low line
I'm 'bout mine, lets slang iron
Three run down with that Glock 9, muthaf*ck if they clutchin'
They all in trouble I'ma buss mine
Hold on, grew up in the fire, huh
He came out of slime, huh
He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('cause you gon' die)
Muthaf*cka who come behind, huh
'Cause bitch we slinging iron, huh
Take his ass up top like high five, yeah
Don't give a f*ck about who you call, or who come out of town
The city know we step on shit, I'm slime
Don't give a f*ck 'bout who they round
'Cause we gon get them all
We ain't the ones to rep on bitch
Check out my murder man dance, look
Pull on side him, dump a hunnid in a car (boom bow)
Catch you slippin', then you ain't gon' see tomorrow (uh-uh)
This for dump behind, him we dyin' hard
I go by top, get out yo top, I draw the sword
Everybody in here slimming with a nigga
There ain't no shit, they don't want no problem with a nigga
These hoes ain't shit, I put a Remy on a pillow
Mention an opp, I tell her stop until it build up (bitch, dumb)
Bro just wrote me in a message and I read it, what it said?
Jose up you about your ex and then he dead
I'm banging green but I get mad and leave out red
I been that nigga, you gon get that through your head
Bitch, yeah
Grew up in the fire, huh
He came out of slime, huh
He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('cause you gon' die)
Muthaf*cka who come behind, huh
'Cause bitch we slinging iron, huh
Take his ass up top like high five, yeah
Don't give a f*ck about who you call, or who come out of town
The city know we step on shit, I'm slime
Don't give a f*ck 'bout who they round
'Cause we gon get them all
We ain't the ones to rep on bitch
Check out my murder man dance, look
Grew up in that fire, huh
He came out a slime, huh
He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah (you gon' die)
Don't give a f*ck 'bout who come behind, huh
'Cause bitch we slinging iron, huh
Take his ass up top like high five, yeah
Don't give a f*ck about who you call, or who come out of town
The city know we step on shit
And I don't care who they round
'Cause we gon' get them all
We ain't the ones to rep on bitch
I'm runnin' and I'm runnin' yeah (Dubba-AA Flex)
Uh, my mama slime, my sister slime, my brother slime
My daddy slime, yeah he slime (Louie Bandz made another one)
Ay, how you wanna do it? (How you wanna do it, nigga?)
I'm in here, ay, 4K Trey, free D-Dawg, nigga
I'm on that same shit, nobody safe (this is the sound)
Look, lets go
Boom bow, pussy bitch don't try to run now
F*ck nigga ain't have his head on
I'ma make sure that these niggas hear me through they headphones
I've been cooling but these pussy bitches, just won't leave me 'lone
Crack you in ya shit just to see what's on yo mind
I'm YoungBoy, YB Kayla with me, yeah she slime
Police on my ass, gotta watch the way I'm slidin'
He acting hype, I slime him down to ease his mind
Yeah, I pull up acting in a 4-door
You would think my niggas with me in this bitch, but boy I'm solo
And Meechie in the south but still would come and kick yo front door
Broke geekin' out that south but wilding out, bitch if you don't know
I'm telling you niggas, I drop a bag just to finish you niggas
He think it's done, but that's his ass, I'm gon' get rid of you niggas
At a show or anything bitch we gon' hit at you niggas
I want them all that's on my dawg, Bitch we gon' get at you niggas
Peep your block and try to catch a nigga outside
I'm thuggin' for real, I tell ya' bitch I cross the low line
I'm 'bout mine, lets slang iron
Three run down with that Glock 9, muthaf*ck if they clutchin'
They all in trouble I'ma buss mine
Hold on, grew up in the fire, huh
He came out of slime, huh
He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('cause you gon' die)
Muthaf*cka who come behind, huh
'Cause bitch we slinging iron, huh
Take his ass up top like high five, yeah
Don't give a f*ck about who you call, or who come out of town
The city know we step on shit, I'm slime
Don't give a f*ck 'bout who they round
'Cause we gon get them all
We ain't the ones to rep on bitch
Check out my murder man dance, look
Pull on side him, dump a hunnid in a car (boom bow)
Catch you slippin', then you ain't gon' see tomorrow (uh-uh)
This for dump behind, him we dyin' hard
I go by top, get out yo top, I draw the sword
Everybody in here slimming with a nigga
There ain't no shit, they don't want no problem with a nigga
These hoes ain't shit, I put a Remy on a pillow
Mention an opp, I tell her stop until it build up (bitch, dumb)
Bro just wrote me in a message and I read it, what it said?
Jose up you about your ex and then he dead
I'm banging green but I get mad and leave out red
I been that nigga, you gon get that through your head
Bitch, yeah
Grew up in the fire, huh
He came out of slime, huh
He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('cause you gon' die)
Muthaf*cka who come behind, huh
'Cause bitch we slinging iron, huh
Take his ass up top like high five, yeah
Don't give a f*ck about who you call, or who come out of town
The city know we step on shit, I'm slime
Don't give a f*ck 'bout who they round
'Cause we gon get them all
We ain't the ones to rep on bitch
Check out my murder man dance, look
Grew up in that fire, huh
He came out a slime, huh
He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah (you gon' die)
Don't give a f*ck 'bout who come behind, huh
'Cause bitch we slinging iron, huh
Take his ass up top like high five, yeah
Don't give a f*ck about who you call, or who come out of town
The city know we step on shit
And I don't care who they round
'Cause we gon' get them all
We ain't the ones to rep on bitch
Writer: Aaron David Jr. Lockhart, Dennis Darrell Jr. Neal, Deondre Isiah Davis, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Michael Laury
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Head Blown
Oh
Oh, yeah
Super E
D-Roc (I don't even know what I'm doin')
Okay, I'm geeked, I need a beat
Come from the streets, stay with that heat
Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded
I'm shooting if I hear a peep
I ain't with the f*ckery, I'm a real G
They know that it's up but ain't out of they reach
Shawty wan' f*ck with me real bad
So I started with head, I make her go deep
I just dropped off the top on a Lambo
I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo
I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot
You see I'm loaded but ain't slippin', get your head blown
Head blown straight up out of the system
Made nigga on the block with them killers
On go, gorillas, everybody official
Juugin' bad, if he fall, I'ma lift him
If you loyal to me, I'm one hundred right back
If you want him domed, for a fact, I'ma clip him
I was down bad, I ain't blame no one, nigga
Since you using me, bitch, stay goin' to the fitted
D-dawg in a cell, every time that he call, pick up right away
Ned up in jail from that boy, free Choppa Boy and RIP Dave
On god, these niggas ain't playin' my way
He could buck and run up and get shot in his face
I can see that they fake and them niggas be hatin'
You get put in position to knock out your placements, bitch
Okay, I'm geeked, I need a beat
Come from the streets, stay with that heat
Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded
I'm shooting if I hear a peep
I ain't with the f*ckery, I'm a real G
They know that it's up but ain't out of they reach
Shawty wan' f*ck with me real bad
So I started with head, I make her go deep
I just dropped off the top on a Lambo
I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo
I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot
You see I'm loaded but ain't slippin', get your head blown
I just pulled up and I hopped out on the curb
Bitch, I'm grippin', you probably slippin', what's the word?
I ain't goin' right now, I don't give a f*ck 'bout what you heard
I up this bitch and go to shooting you stuck-up nerds (knock him back)
I got out of my sack, I can't f*ck up the bag
I'ma run up a check, I could never relax
I be keeping it cool, I ain't none of them dudes
You gon' run off on who and get shot in your back
If you play, you get boos, I was just on the news
For some stupid lil' shit, I ain't trippin' on that
When they said they want smoke, how I'm 'posed to react?
But they know that it's up and I'm stickin' to that
Bought a Rollie for her and bought one for my son
I'm a factor, relapse, now I'm ready to run
If I pull up, these pussy ass niggas gon' run
But they can't get away when I strike with this gun
Drop a bag in a minute, they drop and get sonned
Sippin' on lean and I'm smoking red Runtz
Osama one hundred, I call him, he come
Plus he a vet, he gon' go get it done
Okay, I'm geeked, I need a beat
Come from the streets, stay with that heat
Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded
I'm shooting if I hear a peep
I ain't with the f*ckery, I'm a real G
They know that it's up but ain't out of they reach
Shawty wan' f*ck with me real bad
So I started with head, I make her go deep
I just dropped off the top on a Lambo
I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo
I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot
You see I'm loaded but ain't slippin', get your head blown (get your head blown)
Oh, yeah
Super E
D-Roc (I don't even know what I'm doin')
Okay, I'm geeked, I need a beat
Come from the streets, stay with that heat
Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded
I'm shooting if I hear a peep
I ain't with the f*ckery, I'm a real G
They know that it's up but ain't out of they reach
Shawty wan' f*ck with me real bad
So I started with head, I make her go deep
I just dropped off the top on a Lambo
I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo
I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot
You see I'm loaded but ain't slippin', get your head blown
Head blown straight up out of the system
Made nigga on the block with them killers
On go, gorillas, everybody official
Juugin' bad, if he fall, I'ma lift him
If you loyal to me, I'm one hundred right back
If you want him domed, for a fact, I'ma clip him
I was down bad, I ain't blame no one, nigga
Since you using me, bitch, stay goin' to the fitted
D-dawg in a cell, every time that he call, pick up right away
Ned up in jail from that boy, free Choppa Boy and RIP Dave
On god, these niggas ain't playin' my way
He could buck and run up and get shot in his face
I can see that they fake and them niggas be hatin'
You get put in position to knock out your placements, bitch
Okay, I'm geeked, I need a beat
Come from the streets, stay with that heat
Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded
I'm shooting if I hear a peep
I ain't with the f*ckery, I'm a real G
They know that it's up but ain't out of they reach
Shawty wan' f*ck with me real bad
So I started with head, I make her go deep
I just dropped off the top on a Lambo
I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo
I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot
You see I'm loaded but ain't slippin', get your head blown
I just pulled up and I hopped out on the curb
Bitch, I'm grippin', you probably slippin', what's the word?
I ain't goin' right now, I don't give a f*ck 'bout what you heard
I up this bitch and go to shooting you stuck-up nerds (knock him back)
I got out of my sack, I can't f*ck up the bag
I'ma run up a check, I could never relax
I be keeping it cool, I ain't none of them dudes
You gon' run off on who and get shot in your back
If you play, you get boos, I was just on the news
For some stupid lil' shit, I ain't trippin' on that
When they said they want smoke, how I'm 'posed to react?
But they know that it's up and I'm stickin' to that
Bought a Rollie for her and bought one for my son
I'm a factor, relapse, now I'm ready to run
If I pull up, these pussy ass niggas gon' run
But they can't get away when I strike with this gun
Drop a bag in a minute, they drop and get sonned
Sippin' on lean and I'm smoking red Runtz
Osama one hundred, I call him, he come
Plus he a vet, he gon' go get it done
Okay, I'm geeked, I need a beat
Come from the streets, stay with that heat
Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded
I'm shooting if I hear a peep
I ain't with the f*ckery, I'm a real G
They know that it's up but ain't out of they reach
Shawty wan' f*ck with me real bad
So I started with head, I make her go deep
I just dropped off the top on a Lambo
I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo
I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot
You see I'm loaded but ain't slippin', get your head blown (get your head blown)
Writer: Daniel Lebrun, Kentrell Gaulden, Leon Krol, Mario Petersen, Sven Steenbergen
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Ranada
Yung Lan on the track
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
Got a brand new pendant, I think I paid over for it (over for it)
I'm starting to think that I pay over for your love (your love)
I'm fresh as hell, yeah, that's your loss, I ain't no scrub (I ain't no scrub)
I was falling in love with you, I ain't take you as no dub (ain't as no dub)
You something else (uh), you don't know what to do with yourself (you don't)
You grown, you don't need no help (you grown), my love is too heartfelt (uh)
But I just wanna wrap you up and hold you in my arms for the night
You been gone for so long, let's celebrate that we unite
I hit you up, you said don't call you, that was hurtful (that was hurtful)
I guess I figure after all I deserve you, hold up (I deserve you)
Been a thug, I swear I did not mean to hurt you (I didn't)
But look who we are, look what we built, now they can't search you
Accept all the pain up, it come to a C
Swear I can't wait to take you somewhere over the seas
Waitress gon' wait the table, during it, I be pouring up lean
Watching Mexico, Narcos while I'm rubbing your feet
She a real rough rider, let me get behind her
Put this dick inside her and she just want my title
I make her eat a Perc', f*ck her, shawty a survivor (eat it up)
She a hood queen and her name is Ranada
She a real rough rider, let me get behind her
Put this dick inside her and she just want my title
I make her eat a Perc', f*ck her, shawty a survivor
She a hood queen and her name is Ranada
Got a brand new pendant, I think I paid over for it (over for it)
I'm starting to think that I pay over for your love (your love)
I'm fresh as hell, yeah, that's your loss, I ain't no scrub (I ain't no scrub)
I was falling in love with you, I ain't take you as no dub (as no dub)
You something else (uh), you don't know what to do with yourself (you don't)
You grown, you don't need no help (you grown), my love is too heartfelt (uh)
But I just wanna wrap you up and hold you in my arms for the night
You been gone for so long, let's celebrate that we unite
Put a Patek on your arm, it brought tears to your eyes
That wasn't a gift, that was some shit to make it right, damn
Met up this morning but I'm still feeling like
Oh, you don't want me? I'm not perfect, I should die, damn
L, loyalty, love, love life
O, oh, I'm that nigga that they don't like
V, I be that nigga that's overtime
E, everyday life, we livin' life
Now take off, 'cause shawty bad, we livin' fast
And you can't tell her for to give up somethin' you never had
She a real rough rider, let me get behind her
Put this dick inside her and she just want my title
I make her eat a Perc', f*ck her, shawty a survivor (eat it up)
She a hood queen and her name is Ranada
She a real rough rider, let me get behind her
Put this dick inside her and she just want my title
I make her eat a Perc', f*ck her, shawty a survivor (eat it up)
She a hood queen and her name is Ranada (slime)
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
Got a brand new pendant, I think I paid over for it (over for it)
I'm starting to think that I pay over for your love (your love)
I'm fresh as hell, yeah, that's your loss, I ain't no scrub (I ain't no scrub)
I was falling in love with you, I ain't take you as no dub (ain't as no dub)
You something else (uh), you don't know what to do with yourself (you don't)
You grown, you don't need no help (you grown), my love is too heartfelt (uh)
But I just wanna wrap you up and hold you in my arms for the night
You been gone for so long, let's celebrate that we unite
I hit you up, you said don't call you, that was hurtful (that was hurtful)
I guess I figure after all I deserve you, hold up (I deserve you)
Been a thug, I swear I did not mean to hurt you (I didn't)
But look who we are, look what we built, now they can't search you
Accept all the pain up, it come to a C
Swear I can't wait to take you somewhere over the seas
Waitress gon' wait the table, during it, I be pouring up lean
Watching Mexico, Narcos while I'm rubbing your feet
She a real rough rider, let me get behind her
Put this dick inside her and she just want my title
I make her eat a Perc', f*ck her, shawty a survivor (eat it up)
She a hood queen and her name is Ranada
She a real rough rider, let me get behind her
Put this dick inside her and she just want my title
I make her eat a Perc', f*ck her, shawty a survivor
She a hood queen and her name is Ranada
Got a brand new pendant, I think I paid over for it (over for it)
I'm starting to think that I pay over for your love (your love)
I'm fresh as hell, yeah, that's your loss, I ain't no scrub (I ain't no scrub)
I was falling in love with you, I ain't take you as no dub (as no dub)
You something else (uh), you don't know what to do with yourself (you don't)
You grown, you don't need no help (you grown), my love is too heartfelt (uh)
But I just wanna wrap you up and hold you in my arms for the night
You been gone for so long, let's celebrate that we unite
Put a Patek on your arm, it brought tears to your eyes
That wasn't a gift, that was some shit to make it right, damn
Met up this morning but I'm still feeling like
Oh, you don't want me? I'm not perfect, I should die, damn
L, loyalty, love, love life
O, oh, I'm that nigga that they don't like
V, I be that nigga that's overtime
E, everyday life, we livin' life
Now take off, 'cause shawty bad, we livin' fast
And you can't tell her for to give up somethin' you never had
She a real rough rider, let me get behind her
Put this dick inside her and she just want my title
I make her eat a Perc', f*ck her, shawty a survivor (eat it up)
She a hood queen and her name is Ranada
She a real rough rider, let me get behind her
Put this dick inside her and she just want my title
I make her eat a Perc', f*ck her, shawty a survivor (eat it up)
She a hood queen and her name is Ranada (slime)
Writer: Benjamin Lasnier, Kentrell Gaulden, Lukas Leth, Milan Modi, Oliver Bassill, Tahj Morgan
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Lonely Child
Pipe that shit up, TNT
I just wanna be loved
D-mac on the f*ckin' track
Don't nobody understand me though
Tahj Money
The way I came in the game
The image that I had put out
They wouldn't expect me to have feelings
Know it probably don't seem like it
That's why they talk about me like I ain't human, but we all is
But I'm still being me
I'm still in the streets and I'm still thuggin' until them niggas put me under, yeah
That's how we livin' and that's how we going out, you hear me? Open your mouth
I say, mama, I'm so sorry
I got ice burned where my heart at
On the road where I had it hard at
How I'm chosen? I'm so heartless, so, so heartless
I ain't know my age, he was 16, they killed Lil Dave
Mind in a rage, I'm way too young to feel this pain
I ain't know how to fade, but I dove in 'cause I'm a man
I love that girl to death, as we get old, our feelings change
I pay for therapy because my thoughts ahead of me
They keep on draggin' me, I play for keeps, they scared of me
I cannot barely, can barely sleep or even breathe
I cannot hold on without you on side of me
I never knew this fame would take the ones I love from 'way from me
I wanna see Kacey bad, but I can't seem to call Nene
Go in with no pen and pad, I got this shit right on my sleeve
Right now my candle burning wax, I'm feelin' like it's burnin' me
I'm just a lonely child
Who wants someone to help him out, oh, oh, ah, ah
Take this pain away, this pain away
Because my head been runnin' wild, wild
I fell in love with Kaylyn, without even knowin' this bitch done snaked me
I'm missin' Yaya daily, the one who don't make me feel basic
Happiness I'm chasin', while killers behind me tryna blank me
You don't know what I'm feelin'
Or what I'm thinkin' and you can't change me
I miss my f*ckin' daddy, I've been callin' Montana my father
Times been gettin' harder
I came from nothing, now bitch, I'm royal
I call Monique my mama, but Lord knows I need Sheronda
I don't need no commas, I'm feeling like I'm going under
My paw-paw getting old, and once he gone, I'm on my own
Right now I'm all alone, I pray that grandmom keep me strong
Can't even leave my home, my bracelet beeping plus I'm down
I just wan' be gone, my son straight, my money long
Tell me what you feelin', I hope that I can help you out
My youngins in that North, I pray that y'all gon' make it out
These bitches comin' 'round, and they don't even like my songs
I'll burn up the town, before them niggas bust my dome
I wish that I can hear Dump say, "What up, lil brother," one more time
We killing shit and plus we dying
I'm gon' go off behind my brother, f*ck this charge, I slang that iron
Before he go and I don't ride
I'm just a lonely child
Who wants someone to help him out, oh, oh, ah, ah
Take this pain away, this pain away
Because my head been runnin' wild, wild
I'm just a lonely child
Who need someone to help him out, oh, oh, ah, ah
Take this pain away, my pain away
Because my thoughts been runnin' wild
Oh, oh Lord
I need some help because my life been real hard
The way I approached the game, it seem that I'm hard
But I got feelings too just like a lil' boy, oh Lord
I'm a grandmom baby
I just wanna be loved
D-mac on the f*ckin' track
Don't nobody understand me though
Tahj Money
The way I came in the game
The image that I had put out
They wouldn't expect me to have feelings
Know it probably don't seem like it
That's why they talk about me like I ain't human, but we all is
But I'm still being me
I'm still in the streets and I'm still thuggin' until them niggas put me under, yeah
That's how we livin' and that's how we going out, you hear me? Open your mouth
I say, mama, I'm so sorry
I got ice burned where my heart at
On the road where I had it hard at
How I'm chosen? I'm so heartless, so, so heartless
I ain't know my age, he was 16, they killed Lil Dave
Mind in a rage, I'm way too young to feel this pain
I ain't know how to fade, but I dove in 'cause I'm a man
I love that girl to death, as we get old, our feelings change
I pay for therapy because my thoughts ahead of me
They keep on draggin' me, I play for keeps, they scared of me
I cannot barely, can barely sleep or even breathe
I cannot hold on without you on side of me
I never knew this fame would take the ones I love from 'way from me
I wanna see Kacey bad, but I can't seem to call Nene
Go in with no pen and pad, I got this shit right on my sleeve
Right now my candle burning wax, I'm feelin' like it's burnin' me
I'm just a lonely child
Who wants someone to help him out, oh, oh, ah, ah
Take this pain away, this pain away
Because my head been runnin' wild, wild
I fell in love with Kaylyn, without even knowin' this bitch done snaked me
I'm missin' Yaya daily, the one who don't make me feel basic
Happiness I'm chasin', while killers behind me tryna blank me
You don't know what I'm feelin'
Or what I'm thinkin' and you can't change me
I miss my f*ckin' daddy, I've been callin' Montana my father
Times been gettin' harder
I came from nothing, now bitch, I'm royal
I call Monique my mama, but Lord knows I need Sheronda
I don't need no commas, I'm feeling like I'm going under
My paw-paw getting old, and once he gone, I'm on my own
Right now I'm all alone, I pray that grandmom keep me strong
Can't even leave my home, my bracelet beeping plus I'm down
I just wan' be gone, my son straight, my money long
Tell me what you feelin', I hope that I can help you out
My youngins in that North, I pray that y'all gon' make it out
These bitches comin' 'round, and they don't even like my songs
I'll burn up the town, before them niggas bust my dome
I wish that I can hear Dump say, "What up, lil brother," one more time
We killing shit and plus we dying
I'm gon' go off behind my brother, f*ck this charge, I slang that iron
Before he go and I don't ride
I'm just a lonely child
Who wants someone to help him out, oh, oh, ah, ah
Take this pain away, this pain away
Because my head been runnin' wild, wild
I'm just a lonely child
Who need someone to help him out, oh, oh, ah, ah
Take this pain away, my pain away
Because my thoughts been runnin' wild
Oh, oh Lord
I need some help because my life been real hard
The way I approached the game, it seem that I'm hard
But I got feelings too just like a lil' boy, oh Lord
I'm a grandmom baby
Writer: David McDowell, Kentrell Gaulden, Tahj Vaughn, Thomas Horton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Gang S**t
Ayy, free D-Dawg
Ayy, 4KTrey
Bitch ass nigga, ayy, ain't nobody, ain't nobody safe
Northside 38, we put guns to the face, who gon' die today?
Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with?
Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hit
Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switch
That shit you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitch
Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch?
Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, shit
When it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quick
Hold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain't tryin'
Taliban, I get a bitch to make 'em buy the iron
He got them, nothin' but convicted felons off of my end
Dive in, I promise after that you gon' get shot then
Green flags in matte black Range Rovers and green FN's
I ain't them dudes, bitch, you gon' pop who? Oh, you should try then
Bitch, I be that nigga cock it back and go to firin'
I'm bustin', no discussion, after that, you hear them sirens
Came in buckin', that shit turnt us up, then people end up dying
Feelin' good, I got drugs in my body
Lookin' for me, come and see me in the back 'cause I ain't hidin'
Cut up, don't try to stop me, bitch, I see you watchin'
Make my shooter kill a nigga, then whack the bitch who drivin'
Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with?
Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hit
Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switch
That shit you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitch
Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch?
Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, shit
When it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quick
Hold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain't tryin'
She gon' pop the cat for me and make it act bipolar
She was in the bed, nigga get to clappin', Leave her rollin' over
Back to back, I stab it, I was leanin' started dreamin', dozin'
You know what I mean, off them beans tryna bend it over
You showin' off your gun, well nigga, pop it then
I ain't sharin' none of my hundreds out my pocket, friend
What you on, say you drove? Need to stop it then
With them tools, I make blues, blow this like a harmonica
Say you gon' stamp me, put yo mammy on that front row
I go to blappin' where you standin' with that Draco
These niggas some hoes, your best interest is to lay low
You say it's up so I catch you, bitch, I'ma knock your f*ckin' face low
On gang, nigga
Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with?
Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hit
Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switch
That shit you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitch
Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch?
Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, shit
When it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quick
Hold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain't tryin'
Ayy, 4KTrey
Bitch ass nigga, ayy, ain't nobody, ain't nobody safe
Northside 38, we put guns to the face, who gon' die today?
Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with?
Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hit
Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switch
That shit you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitch
Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch?
Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, shit
When it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quick
Hold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain't tryin'
Taliban, I get a bitch to make 'em buy the iron
He got them, nothin' but convicted felons off of my end
Dive in, I promise after that you gon' get shot then
Green flags in matte black Range Rovers and green FN's
I ain't them dudes, bitch, you gon' pop who? Oh, you should try then
Bitch, I be that nigga cock it back and go to firin'
I'm bustin', no discussion, after that, you hear them sirens
Came in buckin', that shit turnt us up, then people end up dying
Feelin' good, I got drugs in my body
Lookin' for me, come and see me in the back 'cause I ain't hidin'
Cut up, don't try to stop me, bitch, I see you watchin'
Make my shooter kill a nigga, then whack the bitch who drivin'
Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with?
Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hit
Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switch
That shit you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitch
Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch?
Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, shit
When it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quick
Hold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain't tryin'
She gon' pop the cat for me and make it act bipolar
She was in the bed, nigga get to clappin', Leave her rollin' over
Back to back, I stab it, I was leanin' started dreamin', dozin'
You know what I mean, off them beans tryna bend it over
You showin' off your gun, well nigga, pop it then
I ain't sharin' none of my hundreds out my pocket, friend
What you on, say you drove? Need to stop it then
With them tools, I make blues, blow this like a harmonica
Say you gon' stamp me, put yo mammy on that front row
I go to blappin' where you standin' with that Draco
These niggas some hoes, your best interest is to lay low
You say it's up so I catch you, bitch, I'ma knock your f*ckin' face low
On gang, nigga
Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with?
Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hit
Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switch
That shit you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitch
Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch?
Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, shit
When it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quick
Hold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain't tryin'
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Rebels Kick It
Wheezy outta here
Ain't no goin' back, my nigga Wheezy on the track
Yeah
Yeah
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I'm living? Yeah
I'd rather show you, f*ck the critics, I'ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
For a lil' big benji, pop out, get wheelied, yeah
Whole lot of big benjis, f*ck 'round, I spend it, yeah
Strapped down, I'm with it, f*ck 'round and I hit it, yeah
Sending God my wishes, still got some pending, yeah
I'm with some hoes more realer than these niggas, and that's a fact
I'm with my bros more triller than these bitches, understand that
Youngin from the slums and he don't wanna tote no pistol, we ain't heard of that
I'ma let him play it, we coming from a pencil, he don't know 'bout a trap, nah
Get trapped in f*cking with these hoes, she just want a baby
More deep into life, he worried 'bout his goals, she think it's crazy
All through the night, back to back hearin' them poles, this shit amazing
In his hood, he don't see no greatness, he gon' grow or let it faze him
Nigga fade him
Got some OG's in the hood gon' ride 'bout him
They like that he keep his head in them books so they won't let you slime 'bout him
Police probably slide on him
Only for to see if he got that fire on him
But youngin ain't gettin' that, he ain't feelin' that
So he learned to hide on 'em
Now let me tell you that I'm a different breed
Had my first baby at 16, no Plan B, I had one dream
And it was something like Luther King, wanted for to keep the peace but couldn't
Turned 17, 'fore you knew it, me and Ben was hopping from out of bushes
At them bitch ass niggas
Shit, you gon' die or you gon' take one? Nigga, what's your answer?
You up that fire, you better break one, nigga, what's the hassle?
Still to this day, I'm on FaceTime talkin' with the pastor
Like is they with me or against me, probably want me splattered
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I'm living? Yeah
I'd rather show you, f*ck the critics, I'ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
What you thinkin' 'bout, what you hearin' 'bout? I'ma see about it, nigga (I'm with you)
You got twenty on that nigga head, then make it forty, nigga
Shit, you know me still on dummy, I'll put a hundred, nigga
For to see you smile, I risk my life, that's on my mama, nigga
You was with me at rock bottom, nigga, I ain't forget it
When I wanted to slide, they ain't wan' drive me, nigga, and you was with it
When I was hollerin', "Who want problems?" You was holdin' up your semi
I kept on sayin' I'ma burn this bitch down, you was tellin' me, "Let's get it"
My day one, you my brother
And I love you to death
I'll never go against you
I ain't never put anything before you
Not these diamonds, not this money
Or neither these hoes, whatever goes
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I'm living? Yeah
I'd rather show you, f*ck the critics, I'ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
For a lil' big benji, pop out, get wheelied, yeah
Whole lot of big benjis, f*ck 'round, I spend it, yeah
Strapped down, I'm with it, f*ck 'round and I hit it, yeah
Sending God my wishes, still got some pending, yeah
Yeah, Wheezy laid the beat
I'm a slimeball for real
I spin it, yeah
Ain't no goin' back, my nigga Wheezy on the track
Yeah
Yeah
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I'm living? Yeah
I'd rather show you, f*ck the critics, I'ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
For a lil' big benji, pop out, get wheelied, yeah
Whole lot of big benjis, f*ck 'round, I spend it, yeah
Strapped down, I'm with it, f*ck 'round and I hit it, yeah
Sending God my wishes, still got some pending, yeah
I'm with some hoes more realer than these niggas, and that's a fact
I'm with my bros more triller than these bitches, understand that
Youngin from the slums and he don't wanna tote no pistol, we ain't heard of that
I'ma let him play it, we coming from a pencil, he don't know 'bout a trap, nah
Get trapped in f*cking with these hoes, she just want a baby
More deep into life, he worried 'bout his goals, she think it's crazy
All through the night, back to back hearin' them poles, this shit amazing
In his hood, he don't see no greatness, he gon' grow or let it faze him
Nigga fade him
Got some OG's in the hood gon' ride 'bout him
They like that he keep his head in them books so they won't let you slime 'bout him
Police probably slide on him
Only for to see if he got that fire on him
But youngin ain't gettin' that, he ain't feelin' that
So he learned to hide on 'em
Now let me tell you that I'm a different breed
Had my first baby at 16, no Plan B, I had one dream
And it was something like Luther King, wanted for to keep the peace but couldn't
Turned 17, 'fore you knew it, me and Ben was hopping from out of bushes
At them bitch ass niggas
Shit, you gon' die or you gon' take one? Nigga, what's your answer?
You up that fire, you better break one, nigga, what's the hassle?
Still to this day, I'm on FaceTime talkin' with the pastor
Like is they with me or against me, probably want me splattered
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I'm living? Yeah
I'd rather show you, f*ck the critics, I'ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
What you thinkin' 'bout, what you hearin' 'bout? I'ma see about it, nigga (I'm with you)
You got twenty on that nigga head, then make it forty, nigga
Shit, you know me still on dummy, I'll put a hundred, nigga
For to see you smile, I risk my life, that's on my mama, nigga
You was with me at rock bottom, nigga, I ain't forget it
When I wanted to slide, they ain't wan' drive me, nigga, and you was with it
When I was hollerin', "Who want problems?" You was holdin' up your semi
I kept on sayin' I'ma burn this bitch down, you was tellin' me, "Let's get it"
My day one, you my brother
And I love you to death
I'll never go against you
I ain't never put anything before you
Not these diamonds, not this money
Or neither these hoes, whatever goes
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I'm living? Yeah
I'd rather show you, f*ck the critics, I'ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
For a lil' big benji, pop out, get wheelied, yeah
Whole lot of big benjis, f*ck 'round, I spend it, yeah
Strapped down, I'm with it, f*ck 'round and I hit it, yeah
Sending God my wishes, still got some pending, yeah
Yeah, Wheezy laid the beat
I'm a slimeball for real
I spin it, yeah
Writer: Kentrell Desean Gaulden, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Outta Here Safe
Beat Execs
Marcuss, you killing the beat
If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody (somebody)
I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a bitch, everyone of 'em 'bout it ('bout it)
I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it (got it)
Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic (exotic)
And you don't wan' do it that way (no)
You won't make it out of here safe
I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin'
Bet a nigga gon' die with that face
Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way (yeah)
New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave
Young nigga came outside today
Up, I ain't got no real estate
And you knowin' how we get it, keep a pistol, official, we all came out of the trenches
Man, we need dawg out the system, you forever my nigga, we all been caught as victims
Since a youngin, you been grippin', I got money and flip 'em whenever I hold position
When my nigga fell, lift him, kept it real 'cause I'm gifted, we makin' our own decisions
We really don't need no warpaint, shawty so bad, she gon' cause pain
New Rolls Royce or a big big truck, they all drive the same
Hate snakes in the yard so the grass stay cleared, to these niggas, I'm out of range
We boarding on private planes, bring a stick if anything
If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody (somebody)
I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a bitch, everyone of 'em 'bout it ('bout it)
I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it (strap)
Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic (clap)
And you don't wan' do it that way (do it that way)
You won't make it out of here safe
I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin'
Bet a nigga gon' die with that face
Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way (yeah)
New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave
Young nigga came outside today
Up, I ain't got no real estate
Like the opps, girl, if it's smoke, we gotta get it straight
Since a young boy, I been walkin' 'round with a .38
Ayy, disaster on my wrist, that shit flooded
You see my cup, you see my stick, both of them dirty
Feelin' like Drake, I'm straight out the 6
Not talkin' a back, boy, I come out the bricks
If I tell you it's up, nigga, that's what it is
Not sprayin' your mama, not sprayin' your kids
Codeine got my vision blurry, but I'm rockin' Moncler
Free massages from these hollow tips, it's free to see how guns feel
If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody (somebody)
I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a bitch, everyone of 'em 'bout it ('bout it)
I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it (strap)
Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic (clap)
And you don't wan' do it that way (do it that way)
You won't make it out of here safe
I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin'
Bet a nigga gon' die with that face
Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way
New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave
Young nigga came outside today
Up, I ain't got no real estate
And you knowin' that I'm with it, pistol grippin'
Spinner tempt me, tryna kill an opp
Leaky callin' from a prison like he miss me
Forever my dawg that made it far
I want all my children crippin', f*ck the politician
Trench living, we gon' break the law
Bitch, I stand on Nation business, go against us, it's up
These niggas know we don't play at all
Ain't nobody really safe at all
Off-White drip, they gon' try to drain
Ayy, I need a bitch from the trenches in heels
Let's see if they f*ck the same, hey
I like her better in Christan Loub' heels
I know they won't love the same
Tryna kill a victim, niggas slide with aim
Two different opps, they gon' die the same
Ayy, I need a bitch wanna get matching glizzies
Who gon' hide all the Percs and the weed in her titties
Take a pic with the fans, I'ma throw up the city
Make her count up the bands while I ride 'round the city
My lil' shooter gon' up when I say, he the sickest
I don't f*ck with no (?), them niggas be bitches
If me and my niggas come to your party
You might get hit with a hundred and fifty
If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody (somebody)
I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a bitch, everyone of 'em 'bout it ('bout it)
I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it (strap)
Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic (clap)
And you don't wan' do it that way (do it that way)
You won't make it out of here safe
I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin'
Bet a nigga gon' die with that face
Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way
New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave
Young nigga came outside today
Up, I ain't got no real estate, mm, yeah
Marcuss, you killing the beat
If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody (somebody)
I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a bitch, everyone of 'em 'bout it ('bout it)
I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it (got it)
Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic (exotic)
And you don't wan' do it that way (no)
You won't make it out of here safe
I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin'
Bet a nigga gon' die with that face
Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way (yeah)
New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave
Young nigga came outside today
Up, I ain't got no real estate
And you knowin' how we get it, keep a pistol, official, we all came out of the trenches
Man, we need dawg out the system, you forever my nigga, we all been caught as victims
Since a youngin, you been grippin', I got money and flip 'em whenever I hold position
When my nigga fell, lift him, kept it real 'cause I'm gifted, we makin' our own decisions
We really don't need no warpaint, shawty so bad, she gon' cause pain
New Rolls Royce or a big big truck, they all drive the same
Hate snakes in the yard so the grass stay cleared, to these niggas, I'm out of range
We boarding on private planes, bring a stick if anything
If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody (somebody)
I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a bitch, everyone of 'em 'bout it ('bout it)
I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it (strap)
Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic (clap)
And you don't wan' do it that way (do it that way)
You won't make it out of here safe
I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin'
Bet a nigga gon' die with that face
Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way (yeah)
New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave
Young nigga came outside today
Up, I ain't got no real estate
Like the opps, girl, if it's smoke, we gotta get it straight
Since a young boy, I been walkin' 'round with a .38
Ayy, disaster on my wrist, that shit flooded
You see my cup, you see my stick, both of them dirty
Feelin' like Drake, I'm straight out the 6
Not talkin' a back, boy, I come out the bricks
If I tell you it's up, nigga, that's what it is
Not sprayin' your mama, not sprayin' your kids
Codeine got my vision blurry, but I'm rockin' Moncler
Free massages from these hollow tips, it's free to see how guns feel
If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody (somebody)
I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a bitch, everyone of 'em 'bout it ('bout it)
I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it (strap)
Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic (clap)
And you don't wan' do it that way (do it that way)
You won't make it out of here safe
I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin'
Bet a nigga gon' die with that face
Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way
New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave
Young nigga came outside today
Up, I ain't got no real estate
And you knowin' that I'm with it, pistol grippin'
Spinner tempt me, tryna kill an opp
Leaky callin' from a prison like he miss me
Forever my dawg that made it far
I want all my children crippin', f*ck the politician
Trench living, we gon' break the law
Bitch, I stand on Nation business, go against us, it's up
These niggas know we don't play at all
Ain't nobody really safe at all
Off-White drip, they gon' try to drain
Ayy, I need a bitch from the trenches in heels
Let's see if they f*ck the same, hey
I like her better in Christan Loub' heels
I know they won't love the same
Tryna kill a victim, niggas slide with aim
Two different opps, they gon' die the same
Ayy, I need a bitch wanna get matching glizzies
Who gon' hide all the Percs and the weed in her titties
Take a pic with the fans, I'ma throw up the city
Make her count up the bands while I ride 'round the city
My lil' shooter gon' up when I say, he the sickest
I don't f*ck with no (?), them niggas be bitches
If me and my niggas come to your party
You might get hit with a hundred and fifty
If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody (somebody)
I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a bitch, everyone of 'em 'bout it ('bout it)
I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it (strap)
Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic (clap)
And you don't wan' do it that way (do it that way)
You won't make it out of here safe
I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin'
Bet a nigga gon' die with that face
Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way
New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave
Young nigga came outside today
Up, I ain't got no real estate, mm, yeah
Writer: Kentrell Desean Gaulden, Marcus Jermaine Gotch
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
In Control
I need to talk to Mike Laury
Hello, this is Mike Laury
Dubba-AA flexin'
Mommy, India got them beats
SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines
Trippin' off no broke nigga, that f*ck nigga get blowed down
Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down
You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on 'em, they know it now (This is the sound)
Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down
YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down
He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (f*ck that)
You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now
Money on your head, I get your bankrolled
I'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't know
She actin' classy, throw some money on a stank ho
I pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoat
Whip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowed
We got them Hellcats but we dippin' in Durangos
Go with your move, we pop your ass and get your name known
And that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans gone
I just rolled me up an opp, I get my bang on
You bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same song
These niggas lyin', they scared to ride where my gang roams
Hop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold on
AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell
F*ck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell
Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail
YoungBoy, Lil Top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell
SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines
Trippin' off no broke nigga, that f*ck nigga get blowed down
Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down
You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on 'em, they know it now
Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down
YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down
He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (f*ck that)
You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now
When I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga
He say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, nigga
Laid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, nigga
I'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga
Bitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'
Them bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no f*ckin' sign
Whip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-lime
Should've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no f*ckin' hidin'
AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell
F*ck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell
Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail
YoungBoy, Lil Top, nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell
SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines
Trippin' off no broke nigga, that f*ck nigga get blowed down
Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down
You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on 'em, they know it now
Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down
YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down
He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (f*ck that)
You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now
(Straight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it is)
(Play games, get your brain split, bitch)
(Yeah, 4KTrey, yeah) This is the sound
(Ain't nobody safe)
(Outside thugs, we put guns to the face)
(Who gon' die today?)
(Slime, nigga)
Hello, this is Mike Laury
Dubba-AA flexin'
Mommy, India got them beats
SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines
Trippin' off no broke nigga, that f*ck nigga get blowed down
Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down
You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on 'em, they know it now (This is the sound)
Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down
YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down
He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (f*ck that)
You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now
Money on your head, I get your bankrolled
I'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't know
She actin' classy, throw some money on a stank ho
I pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoat
Whip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowed
We got them Hellcats but we dippin' in Durangos
Go with your move, we pop your ass and get your name known
And that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans gone
I just rolled me up an opp, I get my bang on
You bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same song
These niggas lyin', they scared to ride where my gang roams
Hop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold on
AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell
F*ck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell
Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail
YoungBoy, Lil Top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell
SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines
Trippin' off no broke nigga, that f*ck nigga get blowed down
Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down
You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on 'em, they know it now
Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down
YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down
He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (f*ck that)
You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now
When I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga
He say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, nigga
Laid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, nigga
I'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga
Bitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'
Them bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no f*ckin' sign
Whip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-lime
Should've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no f*ckin' hidin'
AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell
F*ck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell
Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail
YoungBoy, Lil Top, nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell
SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines
Trippin' off no broke nigga, that f*ck nigga get blowed down
Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down
You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on 'em, they know it now
Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down
YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down
He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (f*ck that)
You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now
(Straight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it is)
(Play games, get your brain split, bitch)
(Yeah, 4KTrey, yeah) This is the sound
(Ain't nobody safe)
(Outside thugs, we put guns to the face)
(Who gon' die today?)
(Slime, nigga)
Writer: Aaron Lockhart, India Williams, Kentrell Gaulden, Michael Laury
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
I Dont Know
Who made this beat?
Ayy, Marc, what it do?
Pick up, I been calling all night
I just wan' see where your head at
I just pulled in front your house inside that Maybach, yeah, yeah
'Cause if we lovers, why we scared?
Come jump in, come jump in, pop a Perky, this a 10
Let's stakeout at the Drury Inn
We can f*ck in the room and pretend that we on the island
Make sure our time well spent
I f*ck you good and smack your ass like I'm your daddy (I'm your daddy)
Around the globe, bitch, I got Don Dada status (dada status)
We keep extensions, you want static, let you have it (let you have it)
Back to back Addies, mathematics like an addict (like an addict)
She bounce her ass and shake it low, yeah, she get ratchet
I got extras from the dough, not from the blow, if you could bag it
Straight out the slums, got marble floors, if I go under, I could stash it
Full of Xans, tryna catch you 'fore you leave, hope I don't crash it
And I, I got some things I need to change by myself
I, I seem to start to put that blame on myself
I'm startin' to think that I bring pain to myself
Slime, I am me and I am nobody else
And I'm starting to think I been here before
Seen my grandmom can fit right across the road, oh, oh
They would've never known I lived here before
The way I pull up in these fancy cars and clothes
Pick up, I been calling all night
I just wan' see where your head at
I just pulled in front your house inside that Maybach, yeah, yeah
'Cause if we lovers, why we scared?
Come jump in, come jump in, pop a Perky, this a 10
Let's stakeout at the Drury Inn
We can f*ck in the room and pretend that we on the island
Make sure our time well spent
You better not play with me (play)
I won't play with you, but every couple fight (fight)
Hublot shining on my wrist and your shit shining bright
If 4KTrey the case, it's me and you, shit, we gon' die tonight
We bought plenty ammo, plenty guns, we got every type
This that Hellcat switching lanes on a bloody night (let's go)
Nigga snuck him in the club so he had bloody ice (bet)
Boom, baow, boom, baow, boom, boom, bitch, that's right on sight (bitch)
Young nigga loaded, he just hopin' that he see the light
Pick up, I been calling all night
I just wan' see where your head at
I just pulled in front your house inside that Maybach, yeah, yeah
'Cause if we lovers, why we scared?
Come jump in, come jump in, pop a Perky, this a 10
Let's stakeout at the Drury Inn
We can f*ck in the room and pretend that we on the island
Make sure our time well spent, yeah
Ayy, Marc, what it do?
Pick up, I been calling all night
I just wan' see where your head at
I just pulled in front your house inside that Maybach, yeah, yeah
'Cause if we lovers, why we scared?
Come jump in, come jump in, pop a Perky, this a 10
Let's stakeout at the Drury Inn
We can f*ck in the room and pretend that we on the island
Make sure our time well spent
I f*ck you good and smack your ass like I'm your daddy (I'm your daddy)
Around the globe, bitch, I got Don Dada status (dada status)
We keep extensions, you want static, let you have it (let you have it)
Back to back Addies, mathematics like an addict (like an addict)
She bounce her ass and shake it low, yeah, she get ratchet
I got extras from the dough, not from the blow, if you could bag it
Straight out the slums, got marble floors, if I go under, I could stash it
Full of Xans, tryna catch you 'fore you leave, hope I don't crash it
And I, I got some things I need to change by myself
I, I seem to start to put that blame on myself
I'm startin' to think that I bring pain to myself
Slime, I am me and I am nobody else
And I'm starting to think I been here before
Seen my grandmom can fit right across the road, oh, oh
They would've never known I lived here before
The way I pull up in these fancy cars and clothes
Pick up, I been calling all night
I just wan' see where your head at
I just pulled in front your house inside that Maybach, yeah, yeah
'Cause if we lovers, why we scared?
Come jump in, come jump in, pop a Perky, this a 10
Let's stakeout at the Drury Inn
We can f*ck in the room and pretend that we on the island
Make sure our time well spent
You better not play with me (play)
I won't play with you, but every couple fight (fight)
Hublot shining on my wrist and your shit shining bright
If 4KTrey the case, it's me and you, shit, we gon' die tonight
We bought plenty ammo, plenty guns, we got every type
This that Hellcat switching lanes on a bloody night (let's go)
Nigga snuck him in the club so he had bloody ice (bet)
Boom, baow, boom, baow, boom, boom, bitch, that's right on sight (bitch)
Young nigga loaded, he just hopin' that he see the light
Pick up, I been calling all night
I just wan' see where your head at
I just pulled in front your house inside that Maybach, yeah, yeah
'Cause if we lovers, why we scared?
Come jump in, come jump in, pop a Perky, this a 10
Let's stakeout at the Drury Inn
We can f*ck in the room and pretend that we on the island
Make sure our time well spent, yeah
Writer: Eliot Bohr, Kentrell Gaulden, Lesidney Ragland, Marcus Marsh
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Where The Love At
(Drum Dummie)
Fresh up out a cell, where that bag at?
I was flying, but now I need somewhere to land at
I took a loss, but now I'm lookin' where the chance at
But I'm a boss, you need some help and I can hand that
I wish I was somewhere where it ain't no violence
But I've been totin' on that pole every time that I roll
Tryna bust a nigga head if he try me
At night I need someone on side me just to hold me
But I was trying and I'm really tired of sayin' that
I'm tired of thuggin', now I'm tryna see where the love at
DaDa, how my son approach me, I'ma shout out
Bitch, I be that nigga knock your block out
Ride with them killers with them Dracos while the cops out
You stuntin' for them hoes? We go to hittin', make sure they get down
'Cause you know how we get down
No outsiders, it's only family 'round
I'm with that shit, been filled with shit since I was 20 pounds
And I'm a gangster, make me mad and I won't turn down
My mama said if I won't last, I need to slow it down
I told my mama, "Motherf*ck it, I'm dyin' 'bout it"
Them niggas play with us, ain't no surrender, I'm ridin' 'bout it
No hidin' 'bout it, bangin' like Lil Dave with them slimes 'round me
Violation on three counts and up in court how the judge found me
Right now I need a girl to love, and I've been lookin' for her (where she at?)
A flight anywhere in this world, I'll book you for (where you at?)
I had to tell my son don't pee while you inside the tub
I'm from that North and I remember that's just how it was
Shawty, she gon' Magnolia shake and I love that
Bounce that ass, patty cake in the middle the slums, yeah
Jaws lockin', molly all over a nigga gums, yeah
Ain't no stoppin', on bottom that chopper, we got them drums, yeah
Look, I'm fresh up out a cell, where that bag at?
I was flying, but now I need somewhere to land at
I took a loss, but now I'm lookin' where the chance at
But I'm a boss, you need some help and I can hand that
I wish I was somewhere where it ain't no violence
But I've been totin' on that pole every time that I roll
Tryna bust a nigga head if he try me
At night I need someone on side me just to hold me
But I was trying and I'm really tired of sayin' that
I'm tired of thuggin', now I'm tryna see where the love at
For my baby moms, I don't wan' be a problem
You feel that I ain't there for my sons, tell me and I got 'em
But you shouldn't have to tell me I need to put down this bottle
I pray to God that I ain't taking after my papa
But free that nigga out his cell, he need a second chance
And I can probably show him how to be a real man
He went to jail behind that money, I ain't know his plan
But no more, he won't be a dummy, I'ma throw him bands
But hold up, I need to thank my grandfather
He showed me how to fix them cars, now I can work that rod now
Don't judge a nigga, since I moved from with him, it been hard, slime
From these streets, I ain't get nothin' but pain and some jail time
I wish I was somewhere where it ain't no violence
But I've been totin' on that pole every time that I roll
Tryna bust a nigga head if he try me
At night I need someone on side me just to hold me
But I was trying and I'm really tired of sayin' that
I'm tired of thuggin', now I'm tryna see where the love at
Fresh up out a cell, where that bag at?
I was flying, but now I need somewhere to land at
I took a loss, but now I'm lookin' where the chance at
But I'm a boss, you need some help and I can hand that
Fresh up out a cell, where that bag at?
I was flying, but now I need somewhere to land at
I took a loss, but now I'm lookin' where the chance at
But I'm a boss, you need some help and I can hand that
I wish I was somewhere where it ain't no violence
But I've been totin' on that pole every time that I roll
Tryna bust a nigga head if he try me
At night I need someone on side me just to hold me
But I was trying and I'm really tired of sayin' that
I'm tired of thuggin', now I'm tryna see where the love at
DaDa, how my son approach me, I'ma shout out
Bitch, I be that nigga knock your block out
Ride with them killers with them Dracos while the cops out
You stuntin' for them hoes? We go to hittin', make sure they get down
'Cause you know how we get down
No outsiders, it's only family 'round
I'm with that shit, been filled with shit since I was 20 pounds
And I'm a gangster, make me mad and I won't turn down
My mama said if I won't last, I need to slow it down
I told my mama, "Motherf*ck it, I'm dyin' 'bout it"
Them niggas play with us, ain't no surrender, I'm ridin' 'bout it
No hidin' 'bout it, bangin' like Lil Dave with them slimes 'round me
Violation on three counts and up in court how the judge found me
Right now I need a girl to love, and I've been lookin' for her (where she at?)
A flight anywhere in this world, I'll book you for (where you at?)
I had to tell my son don't pee while you inside the tub
I'm from that North and I remember that's just how it was
Shawty, she gon' Magnolia shake and I love that
Bounce that ass, patty cake in the middle the slums, yeah
Jaws lockin', molly all over a nigga gums, yeah
Ain't no stoppin', on bottom that chopper, we got them drums, yeah
Look, I'm fresh up out a cell, where that bag at?
I was flying, but now I need somewhere to land at
I took a loss, but now I'm lookin' where the chance at
But I'm a boss, you need some help and I can hand that
I wish I was somewhere where it ain't no violence
But I've been totin' on that pole every time that I roll
Tryna bust a nigga head if he try me
At night I need someone on side me just to hold me
But I was trying and I'm really tired of sayin' that
I'm tired of thuggin', now I'm tryna see where the love at
For my baby moms, I don't wan' be a problem
You feel that I ain't there for my sons, tell me and I got 'em
But you shouldn't have to tell me I need to put down this bottle
I pray to God that I ain't taking after my papa
But free that nigga out his cell, he need a second chance
And I can probably show him how to be a real man
He went to jail behind that money, I ain't know his plan
But no more, he won't be a dummy, I'ma throw him bands
But hold up, I need to thank my grandfather
He showed me how to fix them cars, now I can work that rod now
Don't judge a nigga, since I moved from with him, it been hard, slime
From these streets, I ain't get nothin' but pain and some jail time
I wish I was somewhere where it ain't no violence
But I've been totin' on that pole every time that I roll
Tryna bust a nigga head if he try me
At night I need someone on side me just to hold me
But I was trying and I'm really tired of sayin' that
I'm tired of thuggin', now I'm tryna see where the love at
Fresh up out a cell, where that bag at?
I was flying, but now I need somewhere to land at
I took a loss, but now I'm lookin' where the chance at
But I'm a boss, you need some help and I can hand that
Writer: Douglas M. Appling, Kentrell Gaulden, Tevin Revell
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Free Time
Ayy, Marc, what it do?
I don't know everything I want
She need time, oh
I need time, oh
Based God
I know that it's real
Fillin' me in my body, run emotions
I hate on me, ain't know it
Can't lend them your heart like a token
I'm leavin' scars on your body, it ain't no status
We undecided, want my attention, they say top
Stackin' that money, it grow to galore
Don't want me in Bentley, my interests in Rolls
I got problems, I wanted a Ghost
All that shit from my child took a toll
I be runnin' on time for these hoes
She need time to think and I say, "No"
Tell me that nobody knows
I don't wanna preach it on my own
You don't wan' come in, I'm goin' inside
I'ma stand on the top in the front where it lies
I'ma clean that bitch out like I hit it with Tide
We don't need no time to rise
We don't need no one to know,
This shit can't be televised
Need nothin' but a gun and my bro on side
We on go, one floor from late tonight
I be with it, they save in they mind how I get it
He want smoke, it's a go, ain't no waitin', I send it
I be on it, I'm pushin' this trey to the limit
Ain't no tellin', I bet him then wait up in prison
I'ma stretch him and top, but he tellin' my business
We connivin' and robbin', ain't changin' my livin'
Nigga know how I'm rockin', no floppin', I hit it
Pussy nigga be hollerin', ain't comin' 'pecific
I be runnin', yeah
I don't know everything I want
She need time, oh
I need time, oh
I know that it's real
Fillin' me in my body, run emotions
I hate on me, ain't know it
Can't lend them your heart like a token
I'm leavin' scars on your body, it ain't no status
We undecided, want my attention, they say top
I got them hitters with me, her friends know we play for keeps, mm-mm
Let's go find some peace, right off in the bitch, uh-huh
Come stakeout with me, I ain't got time to leave, yeah
I drunk too much lean, I can't feel my feet, uh, yeah
Check how a nigga be drippin'
We on 'em, we surfin' in business (yeah, slide)
I'm talkin' a lot, I ain't kiddin'
You want it, we get up and get it (yeah, body)
That chopper be poppin', I spit it
I call it, I'm screamin', "Good riddance" (yeah, die)
You know that I'm poppin', no skillet
These bitches wan' get in my business
I say that I'm runnin', them hitters be gunnin'
I'm droppin' it on 'em, them niggas go under
I'ma ride in the black, blowin' loud with the llama
I'm in love with that money, I spend it all summer
While I run with the sack, I'ma try not to fumble
I'm stay with that pole in the bed like a plumber
Get away from her love, I see that it's comin'
She be stalkin', she got me, she turn to a hunter
I be runnin', yeah
I don't know everything I want
She need time, oh
I need time, oh
Ayy, Marc, what it do?
I don't know everything I want
She need time, oh
I need time, oh
Based God
I know that it's real
Fillin' me in my body, run emotions
I hate on me, ain't know it
Can't lend them your heart like a token
I'm leavin' scars on your body, it ain't no status
We undecided, want my attention, they say top
Stackin' that money, it grow to galore
Don't want me in Bentley, my interests in Rolls
I got problems, I wanted a Ghost
All that shit from my child took a toll
I be runnin' on time for these hoes
She need time to think and I say, "No"
Tell me that nobody knows
I don't wanna preach it on my own
You don't wan' come in, I'm goin' inside
I'ma stand on the top in the front where it lies
I'ma clean that bitch out like I hit it with Tide
We don't need no time to rise
We don't need no one to know,
This shit can't be televised
Need nothin' but a gun and my bro on side
We on go, one floor from late tonight
I be with it, they save in they mind how I get it
He want smoke, it's a go, ain't no waitin', I send it
I be on it, I'm pushin' this trey to the limit
Ain't no tellin', I bet him then wait up in prison
I'ma stretch him and top, but he tellin' my business
We connivin' and robbin', ain't changin' my livin'
Nigga know how I'm rockin', no floppin', I hit it
Pussy nigga be hollerin', ain't comin' 'pecific
I be runnin', yeah
I don't know everything I want
She need time, oh
I need time, oh
I know that it's real
Fillin' me in my body, run emotions
I hate on me, ain't know it
Can't lend them your heart like a token
I'm leavin' scars on your body, it ain't no status
We undecided, want my attention, they say top
I got them hitters with me, her friends know we play for keeps, mm-mm
Let's go find some peace, right off in the bitch, uh-huh
Come stakeout with me, I ain't got time to leave, yeah
I drunk too much lean, I can't feel my feet, uh, yeah
Check how a nigga be drippin'
We on 'em, we surfin' in business (yeah, slide)
I'm talkin' a lot, I ain't kiddin'
You want it, we get up and get it (yeah, body)
That chopper be poppin', I spit it
I call it, I'm screamin', "Good riddance" (yeah, die)
You know that I'm poppin', no skillet
These bitches wan' get in my business
I say that I'm runnin', them hitters be gunnin'
I'm droppin' it on 'em, them niggas go under
I'ma ride in the black, blowin' loud with the llama
I'm in love with that money, I spend it all summer
While I run with the sack, I'ma try not to fumble
I'm stay with that pole in the bed like a plumber
Get away from her love, I see that it's comin'
She be stalkin', she got me, she turn to a hunter
I be runnin', yeah
I don't know everything I want
She need time, oh
I need time, oh
Ayy, Marc, what it do?
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden, Licurtis Philson, Marcus Marsh
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
AI YoungBoy 2 is the twelfth full-length mixtape by American rapper YoungBoy Never Broke Again, released on October 11, 2019, by Never Broke Again and Atlantic Records. It features guest appearances from NoCap and Quando Rondo—both signees of Gaulden's record label, Never Broke Again. The project features production from several established record producers, including Buddah Bless, CashMoneyAP, JetsonMade, Mike Will Made It, Nick Mira, and Wheezy. The mixtape serves as a sequel to YoungBoy's breakout mixtape, AI YoungBoy (2017), alongside a follow-up to his eleventh full-length mixtape, Realer (2018).
AI YoungBoy 2 received positive reviews from music critics, while also appearing atop The New York Times' "Best Albums of 2019" list. It debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200 chart, marking Gaulden's first number one on the chart. It earned 110,000 album-equivalent units, of which 3,000 were pure album sales.
Six of the fifteen album tracks debuted on the Billboard Hot 100, and as of 2023, all tracks on the project have been certified gold or higher by the RIAA. The mixtape was supported by three official singles: "Self Control", "Slime Mentality", and "Make No Sense". It is known as one of the best hip hop albums of all time.
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Young Boy Never Broke AgainAI YoungBoy 2 received positive reviews from music critics, while also appearing atop The New York Times' "Best Albums of 2019" list. It debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200 chart, marking Gaulden's first number one on the chart. It earned 110,000 album-equivalent units, of which 3,000 were pure album sales.
Six of the fifteen album tracks debuted on the Billboard Hot 100, and as of 2023, all tracks on the project have been certified gold or higher by the RIAA. The mixtape was supported by three official singles: "Self Control", "Slime Mentality", and "Make No Sense". It is known as one of the best hip hop albums of all time.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): 17OnDaTrack, Aura, Beatmonster Marc, Beezo, Benjamin Lasnier, Buddah Bless, Captain Curt, CashMoneyAP, DJ Swift, Dmac, Dremusiq, D-Roc, Drum Dummie, DT, Dubba-AA, Eliot Bohr, E-Trou, Gibbo, Guwap$, Icy Chill Out, India Got Them Beats, J-Bo, JetsonMade, KK McFly, LNKmusic, Louie Bandz, LukasBL, MarcussMuzik, Mario Petersen, Mike Laury, Mike Will Made It, Money Montage, Nick Mira, Olivier Bassil, Skynny, Tahj Money, TnTXD, Todd Pritchard, TooDope, Wheezy, Yung Lan
Length: 55:04
Released: October 11th, 2019
Year: 2019