Wanna take it all back to where it started
Life of the party
Right where my heart at
Soon as what I want come in, I say anything goes
On the road, cool, ridin' 'round with the top down
Nowhere to go to, decide that I'll just ride 'round
She a drug abuser from a broken heart, oh, oh
Got a bad addiction, I been druggin' hard all month long
I'm in that Wraith, I ain't got nothin' but some residue on me
I'm chasin' a check to the morning
I'm in the trenches with smokers and steppers and loners
Somethin' more than one Schedule II on me
Matter fact, just a convicted felon, I'm keepin' my weapon
I'm pourin' more blood on that money
Owe it all to the youngin who feel that he owe the ones
Put addiction 'fore hunger
I ain't got no peak, leave blood inside the streets
Used to wash my clothes inside the sink, now a young nigga walk on mink
Takin' care of my dawg, made myself a boss, they gon' take one off, he blink
'Fore a nigga had fame, I was sittin' in a cell, young nigga takin' off them links
She gon' play with her nose all night
Shoot three doses 'fore the night end
Lipstick bottle full of white, I know
Told her that I like it, I like it
These niggas, they talk too much, can't tell what I did, I did
I always been there for you, you don't even excite me
Tryna take it all back to where it started
Life of the party
Right where my heart at
Soon as what I want come in, I say anything goes
Puttin' you over them hoes, my money gon' grow
Tell 'em it's tax evasion
I ain't discussin' business, not over the phone
Meet up, I'm real impatient
Relocate, I'ma switch locations
Tell 'em I need me a spot where it's vacant
Rep where I'm from, I'm a 38 Baby
Never give up, try again like Plankton
Bitch nigga still hatin' and his ship start sinkin'
Titanic watch, gon' save my life, they can't keep that plank in, yeah
His money right, he gon' take your life, he armed and dangerous, yeah
Pain in his eyes, up all night, constant thinkin'
Tryna take it all back to where it started
Life of the party
Right where my heart at
Soon as what I want come in, I say anything goes
Young Boy Never Broke Again - Top Album Lyrics
Young Boy Never Broke Again - Top Lyrics
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Cross Roads
(Suede, this my shit)
All the way home (Trauma Tone)
All the way home
Crossroad, I know
Tonight somebody won't make it home
Out here on my own
Somebody tell me where I went wrong
I need ten of 'em
Too rich for that bullshit, all these niggas gonna make me tend to 'em
Nigga came up out the bullpen ridin' with a full clip, I say give it to 'em
I'm the one took that L
They who gained, they ain't win nothin'
Tryna get over his pain, leave a stain, okay
Caught a nigga lackin', got him 'round my way
I'ma move around, you just pull up and spray
Meet me in Valley Park, get the payment after dark
Homicide ridin' down 38
Brainstorm at night, don't see nothing
Look for you at night, guess that love shit, it don't mean nothing
These killers with me, they mean all harm, oh
Lost in the streets and that shit taking my soul
They'll step on me, shit, that's for all that I know
Back against the wall, I'll blow my pole
Trapped, I ain't get no code
I don't owe them shit, probably owe my bros
My love on full, I'm f*cking on her with no rubber
It's gutter, I struggled
I let her go shopping for me 'cause I know that it's all on the muscle
Teach you how to hustle
This Givenchy 'fit I got on that you bought me, these hoes love it
Brand-new whip, tell them people don't touch it
Fear of God on, they can't tell I'm clutching
I need ten of 'em
Too rich for that bullshit, all these niggas gonna make me tend to 'em
Nigga came up out the bullpen ridin' with a full clip, I say give it to 'em
I'm the one took that L
They who gained, they ain't win nothin'
Tryna get over his pain, leave a stain, okay
Maserati truck (Skrrt, skrrt), I'm gone
Murder, I'ma pray that I make it back home
Dump dead, Q feel everything gone
Dave dead, I just want everybody gone
Late-night blues at the cemetery
Go and catch a body, I'll see you in Heaven
Northside 38, 4Trey steppin'
Green leave you red, that's flag activity
Stay sticked up, that's real infinity
Big bro chemist in the kitchen
Young bad bitch, I ain't got no chemistry
Gravedigger chain, that's history
I know for a fact broke niggas not feelin' me
Nigga, just keep your distance
I can bet a hundred racks that they plan on killing me
F*ck that, better yet, bet a million
All the way home
All the way home
All the way home
All the way home
Crossroad, I know
Tonight somebody won't make it home
(I bet these bitch-ass niggas won't make it home)
Out here on my own (F*ck 'em)
Somebody tell me where I went wrong
All the way home (Trauma Tone)
All the way home
Crossroad, I know
Tonight somebody won't make it home
Out here on my own
Somebody tell me where I went wrong
I need ten of 'em
Too rich for that bullshit, all these niggas gonna make me tend to 'em
Nigga came up out the bullpen ridin' with a full clip, I say give it to 'em
I'm the one took that L
They who gained, they ain't win nothin'
Tryna get over his pain, leave a stain, okay
Caught a nigga lackin', got him 'round my way
I'ma move around, you just pull up and spray
Meet me in Valley Park, get the payment after dark
Homicide ridin' down 38
Brainstorm at night, don't see nothing
Look for you at night, guess that love shit, it don't mean nothing
These killers with me, they mean all harm, oh
Lost in the streets and that shit taking my soul
They'll step on me, shit, that's for all that I know
Back against the wall, I'll blow my pole
Trapped, I ain't get no code
I don't owe them shit, probably owe my bros
My love on full, I'm f*cking on her with no rubber
It's gutter, I struggled
I let her go shopping for me 'cause I know that it's all on the muscle
Teach you how to hustle
This Givenchy 'fit I got on that you bought me, these hoes love it
Brand-new whip, tell them people don't touch it
Fear of God on, they can't tell I'm clutching
I need ten of 'em
Too rich for that bullshit, all these niggas gonna make me tend to 'em
Nigga came up out the bullpen ridin' with a full clip, I say give it to 'em
I'm the one took that L
They who gained, they ain't win nothin'
Tryna get over his pain, leave a stain, okay
Maserati truck (Skrrt, skrrt), I'm gone
Murder, I'ma pray that I make it back home
Dump dead, Q feel everything gone
Dave dead, I just want everybody gone
Late-night blues at the cemetery
Go and catch a body, I'll see you in Heaven
Northside 38, 4Trey steppin'
Green leave you red, that's flag activity
Stay sticked up, that's real infinity
Big bro chemist in the kitchen
Young bad bitch, I ain't got no chemistry
Gravedigger chain, that's history
I know for a fact broke niggas not feelin' me
Nigga, just keep your distance
I can bet a hundred racks that they plan on killing me
F*ck that, better yet, bet a million
All the way home
All the way home
All the way home
All the way home
Crossroad, I know
Tonight somebody won't make it home
(I bet these bitch-ass niggas won't make it home)
Out here on my own (F*ck 'em)
Somebody tell me where I went wrong
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
The Last Backyard
(Who made this shit?)
(TayTayMadeTheBeat)
XO, yeah
Ayy, tell me when you ready
I ain't lettin' 'em talk how they wanna
Kill 'em, they try to play me
Hustlin', got plenty paper
Try to take it, I'm gonna knock somethin' off
Smokin' on paper, keepin' my mind on murder
F*ck dissin', we tryna catch the bitch in person
That's when it goes down
Ain't no pick and choose (nah), we don't ever lose
We known to break the rules (ah)
Put that stick on dude
Now them niggas screamin' they gon' stretch me too
Blow his mind soon as that bitch go boom
Life designed, we don't leave no clues
You want my name, I want your head
So what the f*ck you wanna do?
Ooh, I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news
Them choppers screamin' like, ooh
I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news
Niggas hatin', even got the police tryna stop him
He ran his mouth 'bout Top'nem
Got the drop and then we popped him
Should be glad that you're not him
In my Rolls-Royce ridin' with no tint
Got them sticks on us like tree limbs
Big Glocks, big knots, they know him
We be ridin' around on big rims
We be schemin' tryna zip him and all the rest
Shawty hangin' 'round a bitch'nem, we gon' put 'em all to rest
Them hoes gon' follow checks
I'm really ballin', what I got, buy all again
Backyardigans
Ooh, I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news
Them choppers screamin' like, ooh
I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news, yeah (look)
Drivin' fast, can't get a pass, you crash, nigga
Cross the line, we gon' bust his ass
We gon' do 'em bad, leave 'em smashed, nigga
Ridin' around with these chains on, got my pockets filled with that bag, nigga
F*ck all these hoes, then I send them home and I finish flexin' while you're mad, nigga
When I up, release the whole mag', nigga (I mean that)
Them boys done hosed it all, they tend to slum it down and they won't stop
They mad I don't be tryin' and I'm hot (and I'm hot)
Buy that Bentley, then I buy another car
I have 'em wonderin' how I done got all this money, what the f*ck?
Got a watch on both my arms when they see me pullin' up (yeah, yeah)
Got all these youngins with me armed, nigga, we don't give a f*ck
It go down, shoot it up
We bust and leave a niggas stuck, run with the crowd, catch up with us (Who made this shit?)
Ooh, I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news (TayTayMadeTheBeat)
Them choppers screamin' like, ooh
I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news, yeah
Ooh (Backyardigans)
I put a bitch on the news (Backyardigans)
Ooh (Backyardigans)
Ooh (Backyardigans)
Niggas hatin', even got the police tryna stop him (TayTayMadeTheBeat)
He ran his mouth 'bout Top'nem
Got the drop and then we popped him
Should be glad that you're not him
In my Rolls-Royce ridin' with no tint
Got them sticks on us like tree limbs
Big Glocks, big knots, they know him
We be ridin' around on big rims
(TayTayMadeTheBeat)
XO, yeah
Ayy, tell me when you ready
I ain't lettin' 'em talk how they wanna
Kill 'em, they try to play me
Hustlin', got plenty paper
Try to take it, I'm gonna knock somethin' off
Smokin' on paper, keepin' my mind on murder
F*ck dissin', we tryna catch the bitch in person
That's when it goes down
Ain't no pick and choose (nah), we don't ever lose
We known to break the rules (ah)
Put that stick on dude
Now them niggas screamin' they gon' stretch me too
Blow his mind soon as that bitch go boom
Life designed, we don't leave no clues
You want my name, I want your head
So what the f*ck you wanna do?
Ooh, I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news
Them choppers screamin' like, ooh
I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news
Niggas hatin', even got the police tryna stop him
He ran his mouth 'bout Top'nem
Got the drop and then we popped him
Should be glad that you're not him
In my Rolls-Royce ridin' with no tint
Got them sticks on us like tree limbs
Big Glocks, big knots, they know him
We be ridin' around on big rims
We be schemin' tryna zip him and all the rest
Shawty hangin' 'round a bitch'nem, we gon' put 'em all to rest
Them hoes gon' follow checks
I'm really ballin', what I got, buy all again
Backyardigans
Ooh, I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news
Them choppers screamin' like, ooh
I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news, yeah (look)
Drivin' fast, can't get a pass, you crash, nigga
Cross the line, we gon' bust his ass
We gon' do 'em bad, leave 'em smashed, nigga
Ridin' around with these chains on, got my pockets filled with that bag, nigga
F*ck all these hoes, then I send them home and I finish flexin' while you're mad, nigga
When I up, release the whole mag', nigga (I mean that)
Them boys done hosed it all, they tend to slum it down and they won't stop
They mad I don't be tryin' and I'm hot (and I'm hot)
Buy that Bentley, then I buy another car
I have 'em wonderin' how I done got all this money, what the f*ck?
Got a watch on both my arms when they see me pullin' up (yeah, yeah)
Got all these youngins with me armed, nigga, we don't give a f*ck
It go down, shoot it up
We bust and leave a niggas stuck, run with the crowd, catch up with us (Who made this shit?)
Ooh, I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news (TayTayMadeTheBeat)
Them choppers screamin' like, ooh
I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news, yeah
Ooh (Backyardigans)
I put a bitch on the news (Backyardigans)
Ooh (Backyardigans)
Ooh (Backyardigans)
Niggas hatin', even got the police tryna stop him (TayTayMadeTheBeat)
He ran his mouth 'bout Top'nem
Got the drop and then we popped him
Should be glad that you're not him
In my Rolls-Royce ridin' with no tint
Got them sticks on us like tree limbs
Big Glocks, big knots, they know him
We be ridin' around on big rims
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Right Foot Creep
(Who made this shit?)
(TayTayMadeTheBeat)
I said right foot creep, ooh, I'm walking with that heater
Look around, stay low, make sure they don't see you
Catch 'em bad, walk down, face 'em with that heater
The devil under your feet, you're on your way to see him (let's go)
Stretch me one, I can't sleep, bang out when I see you
Play with me, you can't sleep, we gunnin' to decease you
You won't have no case, rearrange your shape soon as they face you
You won't have no space, we in your section 'til we spray you
Put your mask on, yeah, they comin' out
Soon as they close that door, we just gon' walk down
They say we dead wrong 'cause we knocked him off
But he who got caught lackin', tell that bitch that that's his fault
If we draw down, guns get let off
At all them clowns, including his spouse
Kept that blick inside my drawers
Every time I walked to Dalton
I worked for Tim and sold CD's
You throw a diss and you get tossed
Say you ain't catch that, cross my name up, ain't no talking (yeah)
If they had a bang-out at the store, from my papa window, I could see it sparkin'
But I ain't seen that since Jordan Dixon made some niggas some targets
Big 40, got that shit on me in a stolo, nigga knowin' that it's retarded
I spit that shit that cause a massacre at the party, believe that
I said right foot creep, ooh, I'm walking with that heater
Look around, stay low, make sure they don't see you
Catch 'em bad, walk down, face 'em with that heater
The devil under your feet, you're on your way to see him
Stretch me one, I can't sleep, bang out when I see you
Play with me, you can't sleep, we gunnin' to decease you
You won't have no case, rearrange your shape soon as they face you
You won't have no space, we in your section 'til we spray you
When I jump out the back, I'ma hit it
I'ma aim with the strap at his fitted
Throwin' out the murder bags in my city
Play-by-play while I'm standin' on Billy
Dirty Drac', take the top off the Hemi
Fully equipped it when we go on a mission
Take his face, I ain't showin' no pity
Closed case, tell them all good riddance
Zombieland where the dogs can scent it
Sprinter van and we all be in it
Catch him first, get a raw percentage
If you want, I put a coffin in it
I could get you one from inside my home
I just want to check the bitch out for attendance
Tell them niggas I say f*ck 'em all
And I'ma kill all you bitches (that's on your mama, bitch)
I said right foot creep, ooh, I'm walking with that heater
Look around, stay low, make sure they don't see you
Catch 'em bad, walk down, face 'em with that heater
The devil under your feet, you're on your way to see him
Stretch me one, I can't sleep, bang out when I see you
Play with me, you can't sleep, we gunnin' to decease you
You won't have no case, rearrange your shape soon as they face you
You won't have no space, we in your section 'til we spray you
(Who made this shit?)
(TayTayMadeTheBeat)
(TayTayMadeTheBeat)
I said right foot creep, ooh, I'm walking with that heater
Look around, stay low, make sure they don't see you
Catch 'em bad, walk down, face 'em with that heater
The devil under your feet, you're on your way to see him (let's go)
Stretch me one, I can't sleep, bang out when I see you
Play with me, you can't sleep, we gunnin' to decease you
You won't have no case, rearrange your shape soon as they face you
You won't have no space, we in your section 'til we spray you
Put your mask on, yeah, they comin' out
Soon as they close that door, we just gon' walk down
They say we dead wrong 'cause we knocked him off
But he who got caught lackin', tell that bitch that that's his fault
If we draw down, guns get let off
At all them clowns, including his spouse
Kept that blick inside my drawers
Every time I walked to Dalton
I worked for Tim and sold CD's
You throw a diss and you get tossed
Say you ain't catch that, cross my name up, ain't no talking (yeah)
If they had a bang-out at the store, from my papa window, I could see it sparkin'
But I ain't seen that since Jordan Dixon made some niggas some targets
Big 40, got that shit on me in a stolo, nigga knowin' that it's retarded
I spit that shit that cause a massacre at the party, believe that
I said right foot creep, ooh, I'm walking with that heater
Look around, stay low, make sure they don't see you
Catch 'em bad, walk down, face 'em with that heater
The devil under your feet, you're on your way to see him
Stretch me one, I can't sleep, bang out when I see you
Play with me, you can't sleep, we gunnin' to decease you
You won't have no case, rearrange your shape soon as they face you
You won't have no space, we in your section 'til we spray you
When I jump out the back, I'ma hit it
I'ma aim with the strap at his fitted
Throwin' out the murder bags in my city
Play-by-play while I'm standin' on Billy
Dirty Drac', take the top off the Hemi
Fully equipped it when we go on a mission
Take his face, I ain't showin' no pity
Closed case, tell them all good riddance
Zombieland where the dogs can scent it
Sprinter van and we all be in it
Catch him first, get a raw percentage
If you want, I put a coffin in it
I could get you one from inside my home
I just want to check the bitch out for attendance
Tell them niggas I say f*ck 'em all
And I'ma kill all you bitches (that's on your mama, bitch)
I said right foot creep, ooh, I'm walking with that heater
Look around, stay low, make sure they don't see you
Catch 'em bad, walk down, face 'em with that heater
The devil under your feet, you're on your way to see him
Stretch me one, I can't sleep, bang out when I see you
Play with me, you can't sleep, we gunnin' to decease you
You won't have no case, rearrange your shape soon as they face you
You won't have no space, we in your section 'til we spray you
(Who made this shit?)
(TayTayMadeTheBeat)
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden, Tayvian Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Dirty Stick
(17)
They gon' let me in that bitch
Lil' nigga, what? Shit
You got me f*cked up, shit (AB)
We gon' shoot that bitch up (D-Roc)
Ayy, I swear to God, bitch
Ayy, I shoot this bitch on the other night, they gon' let a shot off behind me
Don't come back to the North
What the f*ck they talkin' 'bout? They gon' let Lil Top in
Know I had my Glock out, soon as I walked in
Want you for to mouth off, I'm gon' let it spark then
I pull up with the top down with a dirty stick
And some shit to distribute
White or blue, cotton too
Demon baby, inside that coupe
Masked down, tryna step on you
I want it all, that penny too
Bitch, move, I'm put this stick on you
That bitch get extra extensions too
Lowdown and dirty only way to do
Homeless shelter, they be servin' food
Mama can't walk
Come up to this house, shit, they gon' serve her two
Catch him in that North, take his ass off
F*ck him, put him on the news
Diamonds in my mouth, screamin', pissed off
Bitch, I'm on them white and blues
Bootin' up, could barely chew
F*ck a nigga, shoot him in his ink
Molly came out pink
Blood in the streets 'til they gone, f*ck the stink
Extinct, insta-kill
Brains left in the street when a nigga f*ck with me
Had to leave somethin' up inside the North
Tryna rub off somethin' that thug with me
Bitch, you must think that I'm a whore or somethin'
Hell the next time that he gon' see me
What the f*ck they talkin' 'bout? They gon' let Lil Top in
Know I had my Glock out, soon as I walked in
Want you for to mouth off, I'm gon' let it spark then
I pull up with the top down with a dirty stick
And some shit to distribute
Get you a few, your mammy too
Cock it back and do that dude
No shell cases, he too improved
Made it out of middle school
By high, ain't have to point a tool
Niggas I been with 'fore introduced to you
Step on heroin and step on fools
Bitch, don't tell me what you gon' do
On the Eight, I'ma have 'em waitin' on ya
Get a bitch to build a case on him
Leave him stretched out on the state corner
To bury him, mom turned to a state loner (broke bitch)
Now you know you did that bad
Tryna beef, ain't even got no money
Now your family assed out in the inn (with your stupid ass)
She see I got that shit up in me
Now she want me to beat her in
Beefin' with my bitch, so how I'm comin'
I want you and your friend
Draco with a seventy-round drum in
Come out there and party in
4KTrey, bitch, you know that we the dumbest
Think not? We gon' f*ck with somethin' then
What the f*ck they talkin' 'bout? They gon' let Lil Top in
Know I had my Glock out, soon as I walked in
Want you for to mouth off, I'm gon' let it spark then
I pull up with the top down with a dirty stick
And some shit to distribute
Yeah, I'm passin' out these hollows to you and you
In the cut, dawg, that K, boy, and that Schedule II
With a dropout, with his mop out
Tryna murder somethin' all he wan' do, yeah, gang, uh
They gon' let me in that bitch
Lil' nigga, what? Shit
You got me f*cked up, shit (AB)
We gon' shoot that bitch up (D-Roc)
Ayy, I swear to God, bitch
Ayy, I shoot this bitch on the other night, they gon' let a shot off behind me
Don't come back to the North
What the f*ck they talkin' 'bout? They gon' let Lil Top in
Know I had my Glock out, soon as I walked in
Want you for to mouth off, I'm gon' let it spark then
I pull up with the top down with a dirty stick
And some shit to distribute
White or blue, cotton too
Demon baby, inside that coupe
Masked down, tryna step on you
I want it all, that penny too
Bitch, move, I'm put this stick on you
That bitch get extra extensions too
Lowdown and dirty only way to do
Homeless shelter, they be servin' food
Mama can't walk
Come up to this house, shit, they gon' serve her two
Catch him in that North, take his ass off
F*ck him, put him on the news
Diamonds in my mouth, screamin', pissed off
Bitch, I'm on them white and blues
Bootin' up, could barely chew
F*ck a nigga, shoot him in his ink
Molly came out pink
Blood in the streets 'til they gone, f*ck the stink
Extinct, insta-kill
Brains left in the street when a nigga f*ck with me
Had to leave somethin' up inside the North
Tryna rub off somethin' that thug with me
Bitch, you must think that I'm a whore or somethin'
Hell the next time that he gon' see me
What the f*ck they talkin' 'bout? They gon' let Lil Top in
Know I had my Glock out, soon as I walked in
Want you for to mouth off, I'm gon' let it spark then
I pull up with the top down with a dirty stick
And some shit to distribute
Get you a few, your mammy too
Cock it back and do that dude
No shell cases, he too improved
Made it out of middle school
By high, ain't have to point a tool
Niggas I been with 'fore introduced to you
Step on heroin and step on fools
Bitch, don't tell me what you gon' do
On the Eight, I'ma have 'em waitin' on ya
Get a bitch to build a case on him
Leave him stretched out on the state corner
To bury him, mom turned to a state loner (broke bitch)
Now you know you did that bad
Tryna beef, ain't even got no money
Now your family assed out in the inn (with your stupid ass)
She see I got that shit up in me
Now she want me to beat her in
Beefin' with my bitch, so how I'm comin'
I want you and your friend
Draco with a seventy-round drum in
Come out there and party in
4KTrey, bitch, you know that we the dumbest
Think not? We gon' f*ck with somethin' then
What the f*ck they talkin' 'bout? They gon' let Lil Top in
Know I had my Glock out, soon as I walked in
Want you for to mouth off, I'm gon' let it spark then
I pull up with the top down with a dirty stick
And some shit to distribute
Yeah, I'm passin' out these hollows to you and you
In the cut, dawg, that K, boy, and that Schedule II
With a dropout, with his mop out
Tryna murder somethin' all he wan' do, yeah, gang, uh
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
My Window
(Got it on Smash)
I'm smokin' on the best right now
Believe that
I can vouch for that, I can bet money on that
That whip cost money, I ain't lyin'
My mama said I did it, I'm up, stop playin' with me, yeah
He get caught playin' games, receive that fine, yeah
Shawty got a thing for them tunes, I been playin' her keys
In jail, but daddy be prayin' for me
Goin' hard like I done did thirty years
Trials in life went through, I beat
Made it out, still tryna get thirty kills
Alright, but life was hard
Grew up, got smart, but still gon' murder still
I be countin' money 'til they throw the appeal
I be where it's grimy, steady keepin' it real
Eyes out my window
Tryna make sure that these niggas don't get one in, though
I'm inside this bitch with extendos
No love, no loss, so
Can't depend on niggas
Wrist out left my hand cold
What you think I'm tryna win for?
And it's so much more
My mama, she know that I got it, I gotta achieve, yeah
I'm collectin' them dollars, invest in who slangin' them choppers
They a part of this lead, I'm sayin'
Them hundreds won't matter forever
They play, we gon' murder the man, all ten
Baton Rouge, New Orleans where a young nigga headed with birds in a van
I can give you a clue, what I cannot do is show you my hand
You gon' make me hurt you, no, I won't choose, stop playin'
Make me cool when I come through, you know you can (rap shit)
I'm gon' get you so high, you cannot land
Eyes out my window
Tryna make sure that these niggas don't get one in, though
I'm inside this bitch with extendos
No love, no loss, so
Can't depend on niggas
Wrist out left my hand cold
What you think I'm tryna win for?
That whip cost money, I ain't lyin'
My mama said I did it, I'm up, stop playin' with me, yeah
He get caught playin' games, receive that fine, yeah
Shawty got a thing for them tunes, I been playin' her keys
Who's that peekin' in my motherf*ckin' window?
Well, let them know that they on the f*ckin' outside lookin' in, though
Out that N-O, and I don't look out my window
'Cause all I see is the shitshow
I f*ck all of my ho friends, but I don't f*ck on my friend's ho
'Less he toss that bitch, but f*ck that bitch, let's f*ck the world
That yopper shot a hundred times, felt like I did a hundred curls
Your Wonder Woman wonderin' why your wonderland ain't wonderworld
I jump inside her underworld, made her cum a hundred pearls
She pussy pop in the back to "Window Shoppin'"
Tinted windows, let the windows hide me
Crack the window, barrel stickin' out, it's stick 'em up
Lit 'em up, roll windows up, the window wipers off
I work the TEC like Window Microsoft, my windows on defrost
Eyes out my window
Tryna make sure that these niggas don't get one in, though
I'm inside this bitch with extendos
No love, no loss, so
Can't depend on niggas
Wrist out left my hand cold
What you think I'm tryna win for?
That whip cost money, I ain't lyin'
My mama said I did it, I'm up, stop playin' with me, yeah
He get caught playin' games, receive that fine, yeah
Shawty got a thing for them tunes, I been playin' her keys
Who's that peekin' in my window? Bah
Nobody know, nobody know
I'm smokin' on the best right now
Believe that
I can vouch for that, I can bet money on that
That whip cost money, I ain't lyin'
My mama said I did it, I'm up, stop playin' with me, yeah
He get caught playin' games, receive that fine, yeah
Shawty got a thing for them tunes, I been playin' her keys
In jail, but daddy be prayin' for me
Goin' hard like I done did thirty years
Trials in life went through, I beat
Made it out, still tryna get thirty kills
Alright, but life was hard
Grew up, got smart, but still gon' murder still
I be countin' money 'til they throw the appeal
I be where it's grimy, steady keepin' it real
Eyes out my window
Tryna make sure that these niggas don't get one in, though
I'm inside this bitch with extendos
No love, no loss, so
Can't depend on niggas
Wrist out left my hand cold
What you think I'm tryna win for?
And it's so much more
My mama, she know that I got it, I gotta achieve, yeah
I'm collectin' them dollars, invest in who slangin' them choppers
They a part of this lead, I'm sayin'
Them hundreds won't matter forever
They play, we gon' murder the man, all ten
Baton Rouge, New Orleans where a young nigga headed with birds in a van
I can give you a clue, what I cannot do is show you my hand
You gon' make me hurt you, no, I won't choose, stop playin'
Make me cool when I come through, you know you can (rap shit)
I'm gon' get you so high, you cannot land
Eyes out my window
Tryna make sure that these niggas don't get one in, though
I'm inside this bitch with extendos
No love, no loss, so
Can't depend on niggas
Wrist out left my hand cold
What you think I'm tryna win for?
That whip cost money, I ain't lyin'
My mama said I did it, I'm up, stop playin' with me, yeah
He get caught playin' games, receive that fine, yeah
Shawty got a thing for them tunes, I been playin' her keys
Who's that peekin' in my motherf*ckin' window?
Well, let them know that they on the f*ckin' outside lookin' in, though
Out that N-O, and I don't look out my window
'Cause all I see is the shitshow
I f*ck all of my ho friends, but I don't f*ck on my friend's ho
'Less he toss that bitch, but f*ck that bitch, let's f*ck the world
That yopper shot a hundred times, felt like I did a hundred curls
Your Wonder Woman wonderin' why your wonderland ain't wonderworld
I jump inside her underworld, made her cum a hundred pearls
She pussy pop in the back to "Window Shoppin'"
Tinted windows, let the windows hide me
Crack the window, barrel stickin' out, it's stick 'em up
Lit 'em up, roll windows up, the window wipers off
I work the TEC like Window Microsoft, my windows on defrost
Eyes out my window
Tryna make sure that these niggas don't get one in, though
I'm inside this bitch with extendos
No love, no loss, so
Can't depend on niggas
Wrist out left my hand cold
What you think I'm tryna win for?
That whip cost money, I ain't lyin'
My mama said I did it, I'm up, stop playin' with me, yeah
He get caught playin' games, receive that fine, yeah
Shawty got a thing for them tunes, I been playin' her keys
Who's that peekin' in my window? Bah
Nobody know, nobody know
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden, Dwayne Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Im Up
My cup the devil, brand new bezel (Wheezy outta here)
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure
I ain't take nothin' off, 'fore I take somethin' back, I'ma put one in
When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens
Who gon' protect me? I'm the protector of all my friends
How the f*ck you with me? You playin' detective, you ain't my twin
I'ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in
Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain't the same
We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood
And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Leave homicide to find them
Still ain't got my mind made up
Mask up before we blind him
Keep actin' like he five and I'm gon' dime him
Ten after ten, must I remind him?
Who gon' supply me? I'm the supplier of all my friends
With you to the end, who gon' have my back when I'm locked in the pen?
He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in
Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend
My cup the devil, brand new bezel
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure
We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood
And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Mask up before we blind him
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure
I ain't take nothin' off, 'fore I take somethin' back, I'ma put one in
When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens
Who gon' protect me? I'm the protector of all my friends
How the f*ck you with me? You playin' detective, you ain't my twin
I'ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in
Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain't the same
We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood
And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Leave homicide to find them
Still ain't got my mind made up
Mask up before we blind him
Keep actin' like he five and I'm gon' dime him
Ten after ten, must I remind him?
Who gon' supply me? I'm the supplier of all my friends
With you to the end, who gon' have my back when I'm locked in the pen?
He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in
Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend
My cup the devil, brand new bezel
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure
We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood
And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Mask up before we blind him
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Off Season
(I need to talk to Mike Laury)
(Hello? This is Mike Laury)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
(This is the sound)
Please don't get amazed by all these diamonds, get you a plain jane
Baby, your love like cocaine, tell 'em I want the whole thing
Off-White on my offseasons, can't take no break, we gon' run this game
I hope that you been holdin' me down, that money came
Sittin' up inside of the court hopin' not to be judged by half of the choices I made
Ridin' in a double-R, drank in my cup, intentions aimed to kill all my pain
I'm runnin' with killers, I'm with 'em, you diss 'em then know to reclaim
Came from the bottom, ran it up and I ain't changed
Go tell them niggas I don't owe them shit
Ran off like assassin
Got a hundred different ways for a nigga get rich
Tryna stay on that, my mind bent
Did a jail bid, where my time went
Did a jail bid, where my time went
Got a brand new piece that Shyne sent
Got a brand new piece that Shyne sent
Hundred thou' inside of my Amiris
Dirty money spent on Prada I ain't proud of
Clean lean make a dirty bottle
Solitaires lay around the collar
In the streets, you just another body
Casket real bright, but it's dark in it
Future real bright, but it's war in it
Real born killers that was taught in it
Thinkin' 'bout givin' my Maybach up, startin' to feel too regular
Young nigga walkin' with that fentanyl
Get out of line, we stretchin' you
Hatin' ass niggas ain't keepin' up
I ain't spendin' nothin', still flexin'
Still ridin' 'round in a foreign car
Plenty of hoes, big mansion
Please don't get amazed by all these diamonds, get you a plain jane
Baby, your love like cocaine, tell 'em I want the whole thing
Off-White on my offseasons, can't take no break, we gon' run this game
I hope that you been holdin' me down, that money came
Say you wan' chill, so I let you come kick it
Blood everywhere 'cause this real-deal business
Guns everywhere and I'm real-deal billin'
Ten-thousand dollar 'fit, ridin' in a Honda Civic
She ain't know what to do, she had asked me to pick it
Bought her everything, it was nothin' 'pecific
If you get distracted, if you lack on a mission
Won't ever do that, I'm on top of my pivot
I'ma show you the value of love
But on top of that, that Patek gold value is plain
I feel like this metal protecting my life
It's gon' block that static that's all in the rain
Hope money ain't got you playin' games
What's real ain't gon' never change
Please don't get amazed by all these diamonds, get you a plain jane
Baby, your love like cocaine, tell 'em I want the whole thing
Off-White on my offseasons, can't take no break, we gon' run this game
I hope that you been holdin' me down, that money came
(Hello? This is Mike Laury)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
(This is the sound)
Please don't get amazed by all these diamonds, get you a plain jane
Baby, your love like cocaine, tell 'em I want the whole thing
Off-White on my offseasons, can't take no break, we gon' run this game
I hope that you been holdin' me down, that money came
Sittin' up inside of the court hopin' not to be judged by half of the choices I made
Ridin' in a double-R, drank in my cup, intentions aimed to kill all my pain
I'm runnin' with killers, I'm with 'em, you diss 'em then know to reclaim
Came from the bottom, ran it up and I ain't changed
Go tell them niggas I don't owe them shit
Ran off like assassin
Got a hundred different ways for a nigga get rich
Tryna stay on that, my mind bent
Did a jail bid, where my time went
Did a jail bid, where my time went
Got a brand new piece that Shyne sent
Got a brand new piece that Shyne sent
Hundred thou' inside of my Amiris
Dirty money spent on Prada I ain't proud of
Clean lean make a dirty bottle
Solitaires lay around the collar
In the streets, you just another body
Casket real bright, but it's dark in it
Future real bright, but it's war in it
Real born killers that was taught in it
Thinkin' 'bout givin' my Maybach up, startin' to feel too regular
Young nigga walkin' with that fentanyl
Get out of line, we stretchin' you
Hatin' ass niggas ain't keepin' up
I ain't spendin' nothin', still flexin'
Still ridin' 'round in a foreign car
Plenty of hoes, big mansion
Please don't get amazed by all these diamonds, get you a plain jane
Baby, your love like cocaine, tell 'em I want the whole thing
Off-White on my offseasons, can't take no break, we gon' run this game
I hope that you been holdin' me down, that money came
Say you wan' chill, so I let you come kick it
Blood everywhere 'cause this real-deal business
Guns everywhere and I'm real-deal billin'
Ten-thousand dollar 'fit, ridin' in a Honda Civic
She ain't know what to do, she had asked me to pick it
Bought her everything, it was nothin' 'pecific
If you get distracted, if you lack on a mission
Won't ever do that, I'm on top of my pivot
I'ma show you the value of love
But on top of that, that Patek gold value is plain
I feel like this metal protecting my life
It's gon' block that static that's all in the rain
Hope money ain't got you playin' games
What's real ain't gon' never change
Please don't get amazed by all these diamonds, get you a plain jane
Baby, your love like cocaine, tell 'em I want the whole thing
Off-White on my offseasons, can't take no break, we gon' run this game
I hope that you been holdin' me down, that money came
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
All In
(12Hunna on the beat)
(Goddamn, BJ made another one)
If say how I feel
Would you really listen?
If you was all mine
I'd be all in
Came up outta that dirt pile, now I'm ballin'
And I don't need no church when I'm heaven-sent
Hope God put the loyalty in all my friends
'Cause Lord knows I got they back to the end
Right now I'm recordin' with the mic sittin' in my hand
I wish Three was on my left, where my Styrofoam is
Got up out of Cypress, went to the Woodlands
Got a safe room in my crib
Ain't no tellin' when I'ma have to use it
We all know how I live
Keepin' my gun everywhere I go
We all know I'm still here
Question my girl but love her strong
We all know how that is
Payin' for my daddy to come home
Pray he get a appeal
Hope he come take me away, keep me from off of these pills
And come get me from off of this drank before my kidneys, they fail
Tell my son it made me calm, I don't know what I'm doin'
Tell my girl these hoes can't make me cum, I only want her to do it
Ten lines straight goin' on ten days, my body ain't got no fluids
Please, oh, please don't die tryin' on a real
All alone, stalks and the shottas are unjudgemental
It ain't too far, right by the AM Mart up where they left my name
Won't be that long, yeah, it'll be a while
'Til my love life right again, killas on side again
Butterflies, paradise, them bullets left out the wind
If say how I feel
Would you really listen?
If you was all mine
I'd be all in
If I took the clean route, bank accounts got cleaned out
We'll still be at war, ridin' with the mops, tryna wipe the block down
.50 rounds on the bottom of that Glock, standin' in front of mom's house
Steady screamin', "Gang life," know my time comin' 'round
If I say how I feel
Would you really listen?
If you was all mine
I be all in
If I say how I feel
Would you really listen?
If you was all mine
I be all in
(OneHunnid on the beat)
(Goddamn, BJ made another one)
(Goddamn, BJ made another one)
If say how I feel
Would you really listen?
If you was all mine
I'd be all in
Came up outta that dirt pile, now I'm ballin'
And I don't need no church when I'm heaven-sent
Hope God put the loyalty in all my friends
'Cause Lord knows I got they back to the end
Right now I'm recordin' with the mic sittin' in my hand
I wish Three was on my left, where my Styrofoam is
Got up out of Cypress, went to the Woodlands
Got a safe room in my crib
Ain't no tellin' when I'ma have to use it
We all know how I live
Keepin' my gun everywhere I go
We all know I'm still here
Question my girl but love her strong
We all know how that is
Payin' for my daddy to come home
Pray he get a appeal
Hope he come take me away, keep me from off of these pills
And come get me from off of this drank before my kidneys, they fail
Tell my son it made me calm, I don't know what I'm doin'
Tell my girl these hoes can't make me cum, I only want her to do it
Ten lines straight goin' on ten days, my body ain't got no fluids
Please, oh, please don't die tryin' on a real
All alone, stalks and the shottas are unjudgemental
It ain't too far, right by the AM Mart up where they left my name
Won't be that long, yeah, it'll be a while
'Til my love life right again, killas on side again
Butterflies, paradise, them bullets left out the wind
If say how I feel
Would you really listen?
If you was all mine
I'd be all in
If I took the clean route, bank accounts got cleaned out
We'll still be at war, ridin' with the mops, tryna wipe the block down
.50 rounds on the bottom of that Glock, standin' in front of mom's house
Steady screamin', "Gang life," know my time comin' 'round
If I say how I feel
Would you really listen?
If you was all mine
I be all in
If I say how I feel
Would you really listen?
If you was all mine
I be all in
(OneHunnid on the beat)
(Goddamn, BJ made another one)
Writer: Brandon Russell, Kentrell Desean Gaulden, Luke Clay, Michael O'brien
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Dead Trollz
That lil'-ass bag, and that pussy-ass boy won't say it, ayy
Man, you, don't come fishin' around this way, nigga (Free DDawg, free BaBa)
(PlayBoy on this bitch)
Tell the motherf*ckin' police pick me up
I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin'
I see murder in my eyes
Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'
Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line
Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'
In my manager call, boom, mouth full of pills, nigga
Tell that boy I'ma see him, nigga
Tell him I say don't come fish around this lake, bitch, and that's real, nigga
Seven murders in my hometown, tell them bitches I did that
Soon as the other boy touch down, I'ma be pushin' his wig bag
Dog-ass ho chasin' after dough, f*ck around with these opp niggas
See they cookin' up, I ain't gon' stand down, tell that bitch that I'm tryna bang with 'em
Real dead man out in Valley Park, call them range killers
Mask down on Sunset with them dirty sticks, leave a stain with 'em
Mask on, slang that heater
Man down, call the people
Got 'em tryna troll
Pussy nigga drove that he can't get no feature
I got meds in my kidney, sippin' mud out the liter
Want my own cemetery, get 'em buried, call the preacher
Don't like me, then f*ck 'em, I won't go that way with gang, nigga
Log offline, get active, f*ck your caption, what you sayin', nigga?
Pussy-ass niggas ain't trappers, they ain't factors, they can't hang with us
As soon as your ass get captured, I just hope you got your mans with you
That's two for one
Pick 'em out, just choose you somethin'
Dead rapper
I bet Trump and Obama know just how I come
Bet the mayor of LA know from his city, bitch, I done put shit under
Known disses and a nigga know I'm still sellin' bar like I ain't got no money
Ayy, tell the motherf*ckin' police pick me up
I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin'
I see murder in my eyes
Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'
Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line
Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin', yeah
I say all these hoes ain't nothin', they just wanna hate on somethin'
I been steppin' on shit, like hit after hit, no church ain't safe on Sunday
Born in this assassin shit, my mama told me burn that money
I ain't got no love for shit, the North, you know I'm leavin' somethin'
Take your shit, I'm keepin' that, niggas know I'm SooWoo
Invest inside that youngin who movin' R's so I've been sellin' blues
That nigga dead, tell me did he move?
All that he said was, "Watch the news"
Talkin' turnin' out, he done turned to two
It was two victims ain't make it through
California with hella pounds
Travel 'round with hella troops
I got pictures of you, lil' pussy bitch
Plan on stainin' somethin' in Atlanta too
Wan' get up with me, but I don't f*ck with you
All in Pampers, son set trippin' too
Bounty hunter, bitch, tryna eat the crew
Got my son screamin' out, "Do me too"
Devil baby, satan seed, nigga, trendset
Contagious whack
Them hollows came from me, hope you ain't catch that
Correct that
Come correct, bitch, why you said that?
I already done addressed that
He had a show, tell me where the next at
I got a gift for you, Lil Top calls (Baow-baow-baow), them niggas hoes
Since I got them Florida bricks, my Florida bitch don't want me no more
We done did a run, the second option gon' be a solo
My godmama want me to visit her, but it's too much smoke
Tell the motherf*ckin' police pick me up
I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin'
I see murder in my eyes
Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'
Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line
Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'
I'm like eeny-meeny-miny-mo, put my opps up in a row
Leave one dead, I leave one dead
D-Rose, he way from the Bulls home
Too much money on me, bro, hold my chrome
Nigga try to go, then you do his ass
If you know me, you know I'm never home alone
Got XDs by the TV stand
Man, you, don't come fishin' around this way, nigga (Free DDawg, free BaBa)
(PlayBoy on this bitch)
Tell the motherf*ckin' police pick me up
I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin'
I see murder in my eyes
Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'
Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line
Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'
In my manager call, boom, mouth full of pills, nigga
Tell that boy I'ma see him, nigga
Tell him I say don't come fish around this lake, bitch, and that's real, nigga
Seven murders in my hometown, tell them bitches I did that
Soon as the other boy touch down, I'ma be pushin' his wig bag
Dog-ass ho chasin' after dough, f*ck around with these opp niggas
See they cookin' up, I ain't gon' stand down, tell that bitch that I'm tryna bang with 'em
Real dead man out in Valley Park, call them range killers
Mask down on Sunset with them dirty sticks, leave a stain with 'em
Mask on, slang that heater
Man down, call the people
Got 'em tryna troll
Pussy nigga drove that he can't get no feature
I got meds in my kidney, sippin' mud out the liter
Want my own cemetery, get 'em buried, call the preacher
Don't like me, then f*ck 'em, I won't go that way with gang, nigga
Log offline, get active, f*ck your caption, what you sayin', nigga?
Pussy-ass niggas ain't trappers, they ain't factors, they can't hang with us
As soon as your ass get captured, I just hope you got your mans with you
That's two for one
Pick 'em out, just choose you somethin'
Dead rapper
I bet Trump and Obama know just how I come
Bet the mayor of LA know from his city, bitch, I done put shit under
Known disses and a nigga know I'm still sellin' bar like I ain't got no money
Ayy, tell the motherf*ckin' police pick me up
I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin'
I see murder in my eyes
Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'
Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line
Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin', yeah
I say all these hoes ain't nothin', they just wanna hate on somethin'
I been steppin' on shit, like hit after hit, no church ain't safe on Sunday
Born in this assassin shit, my mama told me burn that money
I ain't got no love for shit, the North, you know I'm leavin' somethin'
Take your shit, I'm keepin' that, niggas know I'm SooWoo
Invest inside that youngin who movin' R's so I've been sellin' blues
That nigga dead, tell me did he move?
All that he said was, "Watch the news"
Talkin' turnin' out, he done turned to two
It was two victims ain't make it through
California with hella pounds
Travel 'round with hella troops
I got pictures of you, lil' pussy bitch
Plan on stainin' somethin' in Atlanta too
Wan' get up with me, but I don't f*ck with you
All in Pampers, son set trippin' too
Bounty hunter, bitch, tryna eat the crew
Got my son screamin' out, "Do me too"
Devil baby, satan seed, nigga, trendset
Contagious whack
Them hollows came from me, hope you ain't catch that
Correct that
Come correct, bitch, why you said that?
I already done addressed that
He had a show, tell me where the next at
I got a gift for you, Lil Top calls (Baow-baow-baow), them niggas hoes
Since I got them Florida bricks, my Florida bitch don't want me no more
We done did a run, the second option gon' be a solo
My godmama want me to visit her, but it's too much smoke
Tell the motherf*ckin' police pick me up
I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin'
I see murder in my eyes
Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'
Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line
Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'
I'm like eeny-meeny-miny-mo, put my opps up in a row
Leave one dead, I leave one dead
D-Rose, he way from the Bulls home
Too much money on me, bro, hold my chrome
Nigga try to go, then you do his ass
If you know me, you know I'm never home alone
Got XDs by the TV stand
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
F*ck Ya!
My cup the devil, brand-new bezel (Wheezy outta here)
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure
I ain't take nothin' off, 'fore I take somethin' back, I'ma put one in
When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens
Who gon' protect me? I'm the protector of all my friends
How the f*ck you with me? You playin' detective, you ain't my twin
I'ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in
Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain't the same
We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood
And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Leave homicide to find them
Still ain't got my mind made up
Mask up before we blind him
Keep actin' like he five and I'm gon' dime him
Ten after ten, must I remind him?
Who gon' supply me? I'm the supplier of all my friends
With you to the end, who gon' have my back when I'm locked in the pen'?
He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in
Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend
My cup the devil, brand-new bezel
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure
We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood
And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Mask up before we blind him
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure
I ain't take nothin' off, 'fore I take somethin' back, I'ma put one in
When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens
Who gon' protect me? I'm the protector of all my friends
How the f*ck you with me? You playin' detective, you ain't my twin
I'ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in
Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain't the same
We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood
And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Leave homicide to find them
Still ain't got my mind made up
Mask up before we blind him
Keep actin' like he five and I'm gon' dime him
Ten after ten, must I remind him?
Who gon' supply me? I'm the supplier of all my friends
With you to the end, who gon' have my back when I'm locked in the pen'?
He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in
Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend
My cup the devil, brand-new bezel
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure
We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood
And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Mask up before we blind him
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Big Bankroll
My cup the devil, brand-new bezel (Wheezy outta here)
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure
I ain't take nothin' off, 'fore I take somethin' back, I'ma put one in
When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens
Who gon' protect me? I'm the protector of all my friends
How the f*ck you with me? You playin' detective, you ain't my twin
I'ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in
Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain't the same
We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood
And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Leave homicide to find them
Still ain't got my mind made up
Mask up before we blind him
Keep actin' like he five and I'm gon' dime him
Ten after ten, must I remind him?
Who gon' supply me? I'm the supplier of all my friends
With you to the end, who gon' have my back when I'm locked in the pen'?
He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in
Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend
My cup the devil, brand-new bezel
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure
We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood
And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Mask up before we blind him
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure
I ain't take nothin' off, 'fore I take somethin' back, I'ma put one in
When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens
Who gon' protect me? I'm the protector of all my friends
How the f*ck you with me? You playin' detective, you ain't my twin
I'ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in
Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain't the same
We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood
And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Leave homicide to find them
Still ain't got my mind made up
Mask up before we blind him
Keep actin' like he five and I'm gon' dime him
Ten after ten, must I remind him?
Who gon' supply me? I'm the supplier of all my friends
With you to the end, who gon' have my back when I'm locked in the pen'?
He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in
Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend
My cup the devil, brand-new bezel
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure
We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood
And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Mask up before we blind him
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Boom
My cup the devil, brand-new bezel (Wheezy outta here)
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure
I ain't take nothin' off, 'fore I take somethin' back, I'ma put one in
When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens
Who gon' protect me? I'm the protector of all my friends
How the f*ck you with me? You playin' detective, you ain't my twin
I'ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in
Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain't the same
We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood
And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Leave homicide to find them
Still ain't got my mind made up
Mask up before we blind him
Keep actin' like he five and I'm gon' dime him
Ten after ten, must I remind him?
Who gon' supply me? I'm the supplier of all my friends
With you to the end, who gon' have my back when I'm locked in the pen'?
He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in
Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend
My cup the devil, brand-new bezel
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure
We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood
And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Mask up before we blind him
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure
I ain't take nothin' off, 'fore I take somethin' back, I'ma put one in
When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens
Who gon' protect me? I'm the protector of all my friends
How the f*ck you with me? You playin' detective, you ain't my twin
I'ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in
Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain't the same
We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood
And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Leave homicide to find them
Still ain't got my mind made up
Mask up before we blind him
Keep actin' like he five and I'm gon' dime him
Ten after ten, must I remind him?
Who gon' supply me? I'm the supplier of all my friends
With you to the end, who gon' have my back when I'm locked in the pen'?
He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in
Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend
My cup the devil, brand-new bezel
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure
We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood
And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Mask up before we blind him
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Reapers Child
I don't wanna waste time, oh, oh
I don't wanna waste no more, oh
I don't wanna no more
F*ck how they feeling, ain't changin' my living on top of the continent, yeah
Sit in the back with them killers, we find where they be and we run in it, yeah
Came from the bottom, my nigga, my life a nightmare and it's hauntin' me, yeah
Came with that fire, then we stayed with the shit, I'm on go, taking nothin' from me (yeah)
Money the root of evil, got my family and bitches, wan' come for me (always)
They lovin' a demon with money, a demon with nothin' wouldn't f*ck with me
Fake love been taking a toll, it's comin' out ugly
Ain't trustin' who close, they plannin' on touchin' me
I know they don't f*ck with a nigga, gon' stay down until they come up off me
Yeah
I'm a reaper, demon
In all type of frames (mmm)
In all types of ways
Sleeping, riding
Riding like a big mon
F*ck how they feeling, ain't changin' my living on top of the continent, yeah
Sit in the back with them killers, we find where they be and we run in it, yeah
Since a child, prepare for to come to this
Give my heart and just leave with this money, bitch
Pack it all, then go back to my mama shit (mama)
Young nigga too rich for that
Ho, you know you ain't shit for that
I don't wanna play no get back (nah)
I wasn't on no drugs
Tell them niggas that it's f*ck 'em and I meant that
Came to the Maybach or the Lamb', I ain't rent that
Talkin' out his mind, drop a bag on his bitch ass
She feelin' him, let him leave with that stank ho (let him leave)
Front Street, I'm on trial on the front row
Mama looking down 'cause she knowin' that I can't go
Got my son lookin' at me while I make this song
On this bus, I ain't touring, tryna make it home
.45 cocked back, split a nigga dome (bah)
I just heard we made a stop, J, hold on
I'm a reaper (yeah, I'm back now), demon
(J, bitch, I really thought we had we had niggas to step out)
In all type of frames, reaper
(I wasn't trippin' or nothing, bitch, you gonna have to excuse this cigarette)
Reaper
(I know you don't like it no more than my fans, go)
In all types of ways
Sippin' that drank, ran out of pint, I need another one
Never gon' sink, that money comin' as is fast it went
Niggas could diss, but let 'em talk 'cause they ain't runnin' nothin'
Red eye on them sticks, straight in the ditch, I'm probably runnin' somethin'
Villa Del Rey Elementary when them bricks dropped off
Geezy steady boomin' so I'm posted on call
Nigga hit the line saying, "Green gang fall"
Pounds now
I'm stressin', it's making me angry, now she wanna leave me now
I came from the North, I was stayin' with my grandaddy, I'm alone right now
My past, they ever throw it at me, I'll never look back it
Mama used to rap so it made me wanna snag at it
Only time I had a graduation, I was sad at it (yeah)
What you on, foe?
Reaper, demon
All type of ways
All type of frames
Sippin' that drank, ran out of pint, I need another one
Never gon' sink, that money comin' as is fast it went
Niggas could diss, but let 'em talk 'cause they ain't runnin' nothin'
Red eye on them sticks, straight in the ditch, I'm probably runnin' somethin'
Villa Del Rey Elementary when them bricks dropped off
Geezy steady boomin' so I'm posted on call
Nigga hit the line saying, "Green gang fall"
I don't wanna waste no more, oh
I don't wanna no more
F*ck how they feeling, ain't changin' my living on top of the continent, yeah
Sit in the back with them killers, we find where they be and we run in it, yeah
Came from the bottom, my nigga, my life a nightmare and it's hauntin' me, yeah
Came with that fire, then we stayed with the shit, I'm on go, taking nothin' from me (yeah)
Money the root of evil, got my family and bitches, wan' come for me (always)
They lovin' a demon with money, a demon with nothin' wouldn't f*ck with me
Fake love been taking a toll, it's comin' out ugly
Ain't trustin' who close, they plannin' on touchin' me
I know they don't f*ck with a nigga, gon' stay down until they come up off me
Yeah
I'm a reaper, demon
In all type of frames (mmm)
In all types of ways
Sleeping, riding
Riding like a big mon
F*ck how they feeling, ain't changin' my living on top of the continent, yeah
Sit in the back with them killers, we find where they be and we run in it, yeah
Since a child, prepare for to come to this
Give my heart and just leave with this money, bitch
Pack it all, then go back to my mama shit (mama)
Young nigga too rich for that
Ho, you know you ain't shit for that
I don't wanna play no get back (nah)
I wasn't on no drugs
Tell them niggas that it's f*ck 'em and I meant that
Came to the Maybach or the Lamb', I ain't rent that
Talkin' out his mind, drop a bag on his bitch ass
She feelin' him, let him leave with that stank ho (let him leave)
Front Street, I'm on trial on the front row
Mama looking down 'cause she knowin' that I can't go
Got my son lookin' at me while I make this song
On this bus, I ain't touring, tryna make it home
.45 cocked back, split a nigga dome (bah)
I just heard we made a stop, J, hold on
I'm a reaper (yeah, I'm back now), demon
(J, bitch, I really thought we had we had niggas to step out)
In all type of frames, reaper
(I wasn't trippin' or nothing, bitch, you gonna have to excuse this cigarette)
Reaper
(I know you don't like it no more than my fans, go)
In all types of ways
Sippin' that drank, ran out of pint, I need another one
Never gon' sink, that money comin' as is fast it went
Niggas could diss, but let 'em talk 'cause they ain't runnin' nothin'
Red eye on them sticks, straight in the ditch, I'm probably runnin' somethin'
Villa Del Rey Elementary when them bricks dropped off
Geezy steady boomin' so I'm posted on call
Nigga hit the line saying, "Green gang fall"
Pounds now
I'm stressin', it's making me angry, now she wanna leave me now
I came from the North, I was stayin' with my grandaddy, I'm alone right now
My past, they ever throw it at me, I'll never look back it
Mama used to rap so it made me wanna snag at it
Only time I had a graduation, I was sad at it (yeah)
What you on, foe?
Reaper, demon
All type of ways
All type of frames
Sippin' that drank, ran out of pint, I need another one
Never gon' sink, that money comin' as is fast it went
Niggas could diss, but let 'em talk 'cause they ain't runnin' nothin'
Red eye on them sticks, straight in the ditch, I'm probably runnin' somethin'
Villa Del Rey Elementary when them bricks dropped off
Geezy steady boomin' so I'm posted on call
Nigga hit the line saying, "Green gang fall"
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Murder Business
(I got Hitman on the beat, bah, bah)
(Mommy, India got them beats)
Bitch ass nigga, don't talk to the man (mm, mm, mm-mm)
F*ck them, haha, yeah, what?
Bitch ass nigga, say what you doin' (mm, mm, mm-mm)
What, you wanna do somethin'?
Tryna to put some shit to bed now (bed)
Whip up, hop out with Glocks
And we be aiming at your head, huh (head now)
Bitch, y'all wan' do something?
Lil Top like to see red, huh
You wan' f*ck around with the don dada? (bah)
We gon' red dot 'em, we gon' bedrock 'em (yeah, yeah)
I'ma heart stop 'em (yeah, fah)
With this killin' shit, I'm the murder doctor
I got one chopper for his nine partners
When I finish, whole city heard about it
Ridin' four deep, ridin' where they be
In the back seat with a dirty chopper (skrrt)
Screamin', "f*ck the law, we gon' kill about it"
F*ck the music, nigga, know we drill about it
I'll use it, nigga, know this .40 on me
I'm a real Blood, get rid of homie
Kill that bitch, make the critics pay him homage
Make them killers drive when he say he want it
In his trap spot, we gon' creep up on him
Oh, you chose somewhere scared now
Tell us 'bout where all that lead found
He was rollin' right, left him dead, huh
Lil Top, I'm too ahead now
Inside my scope your head found
Demon shit, illiterate
Sip dope that's not prescribed from out of Styrofoams
YoungBoy like to blaze, no hand grenades
We get your head blown (bro, hold on)
Reaper shit, this Draco on me
Bitch, I'm the cook, just work this trap phone
Back bad, confirm shit (yeah), I can get his back blown (yeah, yeah)
.45 (yeah), this Herm shit (yeah)
Plus you know my bag strong (yeah, yeah)
You slime enough to f*ck a nigga
You slime to bring a bag home (bitch)
I told you not to trust these niggas
Bitch, you know you dead wrong
On that lean, you would think I popped a bean
I don't turn down (nah)
Killin' scene, blood on my Soldier Ree's
Somethin' got burnt down (nah)
Switched all plans and the Ks turn to machines
I'm like "Who playin now?" I'm flexin'
Lay the whole clan down (yeah)
"How you want him?" Leave him with his pants down (yeah)
Murder business, hol' on, murder business (murder business)
Chopsticks (chopsticks), kill a witness (witness)
Down bitch (down bitch), drive while we spinnin' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Let her work the phone, tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it" (meet us wit' it)
Murder business, hol' on, murder business (murder business)
Chopsticks (chopsticks), kill a witness (kill a witness)
Down bitch (down bitch), drive while we spinnin' (drive it)
Let her work the phone, tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it" (tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it")
Brrt, brrt
(Shawty sayin', "Call back," 'cause she found where they stayin')
We gon' leave the phones
(Load up, she'll take us, we be scopin' out the scene)
Bah, bah, Jiggaboo stop cappin', you know that headshot was me (headshot was me)
(We'll f*ckin' spin again and see who got good aim)
Bro, creep down, sweep up
Should've had some cleats, thug
Pussy bitch, can't run from us
We gon' chase you down, we gon' put you up
YoungBoy, AI, Lil Top, bitch, I'm a big thug (big thug)
You in here, then tonight
You just might die if you ain't here with us (ain't here with us)
(My mama know I'm a demon, I don't give a f*ck)
(Mommy, India got them beats)
Bitch ass nigga, don't talk to the man (mm, mm, mm-mm)
F*ck them, haha, yeah, what?
Bitch ass nigga, say what you doin' (mm, mm, mm-mm)
What, you wanna do somethin'?
Tryna to put some shit to bed now (bed)
Whip up, hop out with Glocks
And we be aiming at your head, huh (head now)
Bitch, y'all wan' do something?
Lil Top like to see red, huh
You wan' f*ck around with the don dada? (bah)
We gon' red dot 'em, we gon' bedrock 'em (yeah, yeah)
I'ma heart stop 'em (yeah, fah)
With this killin' shit, I'm the murder doctor
I got one chopper for his nine partners
When I finish, whole city heard about it
Ridin' four deep, ridin' where they be
In the back seat with a dirty chopper (skrrt)
Screamin', "f*ck the law, we gon' kill about it"
F*ck the music, nigga, know we drill about it
I'll use it, nigga, know this .40 on me
I'm a real Blood, get rid of homie
Kill that bitch, make the critics pay him homage
Make them killers drive when he say he want it
In his trap spot, we gon' creep up on him
Oh, you chose somewhere scared now
Tell us 'bout where all that lead found
He was rollin' right, left him dead, huh
Lil Top, I'm too ahead now
Inside my scope your head found
Demon shit, illiterate
Sip dope that's not prescribed from out of Styrofoams
YoungBoy like to blaze, no hand grenades
We get your head blown (bro, hold on)
Reaper shit, this Draco on me
Bitch, I'm the cook, just work this trap phone
Back bad, confirm shit (yeah), I can get his back blown (yeah, yeah)
.45 (yeah), this Herm shit (yeah)
Plus you know my bag strong (yeah, yeah)
You slime enough to f*ck a nigga
You slime to bring a bag home (bitch)
I told you not to trust these niggas
Bitch, you know you dead wrong
On that lean, you would think I popped a bean
I don't turn down (nah)
Killin' scene, blood on my Soldier Ree's
Somethin' got burnt down (nah)
Switched all plans and the Ks turn to machines
I'm like "Who playin now?" I'm flexin'
Lay the whole clan down (yeah)
"How you want him?" Leave him with his pants down (yeah)
Murder business, hol' on, murder business (murder business)
Chopsticks (chopsticks), kill a witness (witness)
Down bitch (down bitch), drive while we spinnin' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Let her work the phone, tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it" (meet us wit' it)
Murder business, hol' on, murder business (murder business)
Chopsticks (chopsticks), kill a witness (kill a witness)
Down bitch (down bitch), drive while we spinnin' (drive it)
Let her work the phone, tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it" (tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it")
Brrt, brrt
(Shawty sayin', "Call back," 'cause she found where they stayin')
We gon' leave the phones
(Load up, she'll take us, we be scopin' out the scene)
Bah, bah, Jiggaboo stop cappin', you know that headshot was me (headshot was me)
(We'll f*ckin' spin again and see who got good aim)
Bro, creep down, sweep up
Should've had some cleats, thug
Pussy bitch, can't run from us
We gon' chase you down, we gon' put you up
YoungBoy, AI, Lil Top, bitch, I'm a big thug (big thug)
You in here, then tonight
You just might die if you ain't here with us (ain't here with us)
(My mama know I'm a demon, I don't give a f*ck)
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden, India Williams, Gregory Sanders
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Sticks With Me
Trap jumpin' like two, three
I really can't even think right now
I want that Xan', but I ain't got nothin' of that (Xan Walk)
Shawty said she need me and I ain't never needed her
Not for anything and it don't make sense to me
All I ever need is 4KTrey and many men
And all of this money and these motherf*ckin' sticks with me
Oh (oh), oh (shots fall), all these f*ckin' shots with me
(Ayy, DDawg, nigga, you know what it is with me) ha
Yeah, f*ck these hoes, man, f*ck all these niggas (bitch ass nigga)
You know how I get down on top, yeah
Dirty ass nigga, pull up fresher than a newborn
This shit just got compressed, yeah, this that new bomb
Three-five, that's all I could do for 'em
Tried to take it, take off his arm, the first shot, that's the alarm
You gon' see 'bout twenty niggas right behind me and they all armed
I go post up in that North like, nigga, I ain't got no worries
My mama tell me, "F*ck a nigga," shoot that one who come through swervin'
What she said on Instagram? He better shoot 'til he can't shoot no more
Back then outside the TV store, like boy, you know you been a ho
This thug life shit'll never go, my son be screamin', "Gang, gang"
His mama call my phone every time she know I left a stain
F*ck these niggas and f*ck all that blame
F*ck these cars, I wan' collect your brain
And if you knew how close I was, then bitch, you would go do the same
Glocks out, man down, he don't know where we ran down
What them niggas sayin' now? Not a motherf*ckin' thing
Catch you with your pants down, bitch, you ain't gotta stand down
You know the only reason that we came in contact for to leave a stain
Ten thousand on me now, this ain't no rap money, nah, nah
I just passed it to my youngin', he gon' clap somethin', yeah, yeah
You know we load up soon as we get the drop on 'em and we pop out
Just keep up with that ra-ra, we spinnin' while the cops out
I pop these Blues Clues Xans like I'm a junky, I don't give no f*cks
Better come correctly, bitch, you paid to slump me, I'ma put you up
F*ck a push-up, get your weight up, I got my cake up, lil' nigga, yeah
Got love for different shit, boy, you ain't on nothin', let's count some heads
Ten thousand on me now, this ain't no rap money, nah, nah
I just passed it to my youngin', he gon' clap somethin', yeah, yeah
You know we load up soon as we get the drop on 'em and we pop out
Just keep up with that ra-ra, we spinnin' while the cops out
Keep it real, bro, we gotta make sure one out the gang
If we don't go there, then it don't happen
'Cause them niggas ain't gon' come this way
Baton Rouge, know it's done this way
And enough for what my mama say
With that bitch up, down and side my waist
Screamin', "Kill me, bitch," I missed my fade
Gotta put bird back inside that cage
When you think the gang, I'm on the same
And I put two of them bitches up for somethin', and still got more in vain
I ain't forget about what you did, my nigga
Our opps don't know about them pictures
Nigga don't know I coulda been and zipped him
But it's good, I respect your call, nigga, I'ma catch 'em
Shawty said she need me and I ain't never needed her
Not for anything and it don't make sense to me
All I ever need is 4KTrey and many men
And all of this money and these motherf*ckin' sticks with me
Oh, oh all these f*ckin' shots with me
Ha, yeah, f*ck these hoes, man, f*ck all these niggas
You know how I get down on top
I really can't even think right now
I want that Xan', but I ain't got nothin' of that (Xan Walk)
Shawty said she need me and I ain't never needed her
Not for anything and it don't make sense to me
All I ever need is 4KTrey and many men
And all of this money and these motherf*ckin' sticks with me
Oh (oh), oh (shots fall), all these f*ckin' shots with me
(Ayy, DDawg, nigga, you know what it is with me) ha
Yeah, f*ck these hoes, man, f*ck all these niggas (bitch ass nigga)
You know how I get down on top, yeah
Dirty ass nigga, pull up fresher than a newborn
This shit just got compressed, yeah, this that new bomb
Three-five, that's all I could do for 'em
Tried to take it, take off his arm, the first shot, that's the alarm
You gon' see 'bout twenty niggas right behind me and they all armed
I go post up in that North like, nigga, I ain't got no worries
My mama tell me, "F*ck a nigga," shoot that one who come through swervin'
What she said on Instagram? He better shoot 'til he can't shoot no more
Back then outside the TV store, like boy, you know you been a ho
This thug life shit'll never go, my son be screamin', "Gang, gang"
His mama call my phone every time she know I left a stain
F*ck these niggas and f*ck all that blame
F*ck these cars, I wan' collect your brain
And if you knew how close I was, then bitch, you would go do the same
Glocks out, man down, he don't know where we ran down
What them niggas sayin' now? Not a motherf*ckin' thing
Catch you with your pants down, bitch, you ain't gotta stand down
You know the only reason that we came in contact for to leave a stain
Ten thousand on me now, this ain't no rap money, nah, nah
I just passed it to my youngin', he gon' clap somethin', yeah, yeah
You know we load up soon as we get the drop on 'em and we pop out
Just keep up with that ra-ra, we spinnin' while the cops out
I pop these Blues Clues Xans like I'm a junky, I don't give no f*cks
Better come correctly, bitch, you paid to slump me, I'ma put you up
F*ck a push-up, get your weight up, I got my cake up, lil' nigga, yeah
Got love for different shit, boy, you ain't on nothin', let's count some heads
Ten thousand on me now, this ain't no rap money, nah, nah
I just passed it to my youngin', he gon' clap somethin', yeah, yeah
You know we load up soon as we get the drop on 'em and we pop out
Just keep up with that ra-ra, we spinnin' while the cops out
Keep it real, bro, we gotta make sure one out the gang
If we don't go there, then it don't happen
'Cause them niggas ain't gon' come this way
Baton Rouge, know it's done this way
And enough for what my mama say
With that bitch up, down and side my waist
Screamin', "Kill me, bitch," I missed my fade
Gotta put bird back inside that cage
When you think the gang, I'm on the same
And I put two of them bitches up for somethin', and still got more in vain
I ain't forget about what you did, my nigga
Our opps don't know about them pictures
Nigga don't know I coulda been and zipped him
But it's good, I respect your call, nigga, I'ma catch 'em
Shawty said she need me and I ain't never needed her
Not for anything and it don't make sense to me
All I ever need is 4KTrey and many men
And all of this money and these motherf*ckin' sticks with me
Oh, oh all these f*ckin' shots with me
Ha, yeah, f*ck these hoes, man, f*ck all these niggas
You know how I get down on top
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
House Arrest Tingz
(Drum Dummie)
(Drum Dummie made the beat and you know they killin' it)
Oh, this Drum Dummie who made this beat, huh?
I ain't flashin', though
I'm just coolin' right now
It ain't nobody but me and Hemp in the studio
And I'm just boolin'
And, I hope y'all was waitin' to hear from me
So, I just recorded
Real street nigga, I ain't tryna feel no sorrow (no)
Drive that Maybach like a f*ckin' Monte Carlo
I been tryna find some peace and only God know
Cross me once, can't call my phone, you get the dial tone
I been on fleek, I'm poppin' (I'm poppin')
Not many 'round if you don't know, it helped my pockets (my pockets)
And my bro, take that Draco and go wildin' (blaow, blaow)
Tryna grow up, don't come in contact with that violence
Violins should be played, how I'm stylin'
Comment "Where", she like, "What picture?" That ain't my bitch
Tired of the Bayou, I want take it out to New York
And live a high life like a nigga signed with Highbridge
I flash out and take his head from off his body
I never once showed you that side, but that's who I'm is
Hidin' out, I let that .30 spit on College
If I die right now, just check the stats and see how I did
I'm a real street nigga, yeah
I just pulled my radar out and tried to stop a nigga (where you goin'?)
I just walked outside my house and almost shot a nigga (f*ck is you doin'?)
F*ck my ex, I hope my next can prolly top a nigga
Take me to a place I can't imagine (oh)
Victim of heartbreak and I'm so damaged (oh)
Steppin' in blood, we deep thugs and I can't panic
Yeah, we knocked him off
Nigga what? They gotta hand it
I just took to flowin' on the block and took the top off
Talkin' out his top, I go by top, I get him knocked off
See them youngins hoppin' out that Benz, that's some dropouts
They was hatin', I knocked 'em out my lens, that ain't my fault
I'm with Hemp, I'm drinkin' on that Hen' like a pour pour
Pure codeine, they drinkin' on that gin, I been goin' off
Goin' off on all these hoes waitin' on me to fall
I walked in court, dirty as the f*ck with pee up in my drawers (woo)
Bitch, I'm drunker than the f*ck, I need some Tylenol
I go nuts, soon as you buck, I shoot at all of y'all (blaow, blaow)
I left therapy with K3 and I sped off
Talkin' proper as the f*ck with my head off
Talkin' proper as the f*ck with my head off
Been goin' crazy but I can't let my son see it all (at all)
All this love got me damaged, I just want it gone (gone)
If you my friend, let's get it in, bitch, take yo' panties off
Take me to a place I can't imagine (oh)
Victim of heartbreak and I'm so damaged (oh)
Steppin' in blood, we deep thugs and I can't panic
Yeah, we knocked him off
Nigga what? They gotta hand it
(Drum Dummie made the beat and you know they killin' it)
Oh, this Drum Dummie who made this beat, huh?
I ain't flashin', though
I'm just coolin' right now
It ain't nobody but me and Hemp in the studio
And I'm just boolin'
And, I hope y'all was waitin' to hear from me
So, I just recorded
Real street nigga, I ain't tryna feel no sorrow (no)
Drive that Maybach like a f*ckin' Monte Carlo
I been tryna find some peace and only God know
Cross me once, can't call my phone, you get the dial tone
I been on fleek, I'm poppin' (I'm poppin')
Not many 'round if you don't know, it helped my pockets (my pockets)
And my bro, take that Draco and go wildin' (blaow, blaow)
Tryna grow up, don't come in contact with that violence
Violins should be played, how I'm stylin'
Comment "Where", she like, "What picture?" That ain't my bitch
Tired of the Bayou, I want take it out to New York
And live a high life like a nigga signed with Highbridge
I flash out and take his head from off his body
I never once showed you that side, but that's who I'm is
Hidin' out, I let that .30 spit on College
If I die right now, just check the stats and see how I did
I'm a real street nigga, yeah
I just pulled my radar out and tried to stop a nigga (where you goin'?)
I just walked outside my house and almost shot a nigga (f*ck is you doin'?)
F*ck my ex, I hope my next can prolly top a nigga
Take me to a place I can't imagine (oh)
Victim of heartbreak and I'm so damaged (oh)
Steppin' in blood, we deep thugs and I can't panic
Yeah, we knocked him off
Nigga what? They gotta hand it
I just took to flowin' on the block and took the top off
Talkin' out his top, I go by top, I get him knocked off
See them youngins hoppin' out that Benz, that's some dropouts
They was hatin', I knocked 'em out my lens, that ain't my fault
I'm with Hemp, I'm drinkin' on that Hen' like a pour pour
Pure codeine, they drinkin' on that gin, I been goin' off
Goin' off on all these hoes waitin' on me to fall
I walked in court, dirty as the f*ck with pee up in my drawers (woo)
Bitch, I'm drunker than the f*ck, I need some Tylenol
I go nuts, soon as you buck, I shoot at all of y'all (blaow, blaow)
I left therapy with K3 and I sped off
Talkin' proper as the f*ck with my head off
Talkin' proper as the f*ck with my head off
Been goin' crazy but I can't let my son see it all (at all)
All this love got me damaged, I just want it gone (gone)
If you my friend, let's get it in, bitch, take yo' panties off
Take me to a place I can't imagine (oh)
Victim of heartbreak and I'm so damaged (oh)
Steppin' in blood, we deep thugs and I can't panic
Yeah, we knocked him off
Nigga what? They gotta hand it
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
To My Lowest
I'm from the crossroads
(Drell's on the track)
Yeah, oh-oh-oh
Oh
You hurt me deep when I was down on my lowest
I needed you, you ain't give a f*ck 'bout me growing
All this pain I've been showing
I ain't never stop, just keep on flowin'
It ain't a thing that can break our bond, ooh
If you my friend, then you got trust funds
It ain't no reason another man should have to raise my son
Can't let you bleed, another man shouldn't have to bust your gun
Yeah, f*ckin' on someone else and textin' like you want me, disrespectful
You playin' with my intelligence, you should be tryna better me
It ain't been six months, you f*cked someone then try and bein' extra
You ain't a woman tellin' lies, but, shit, I guess that's 'cause you're scared of me
Written in my eyes, pedigree
I ain't in no kennel, I'm a dog tryna feed my needs
I'm startin' to think I drunk too much of lean
I been fallin' out, ain't crying loud, no one to comfort me
Suffer from somethin', you don't love me
Once you thug me, I say, "F*ck you"
Even though after I still be feelin' wrong
Lookin' in your eyes, I see trouble
I can tell that you been thuggin'
I don't wanna talk to you, just leave me 'lone
You hurt me deep when I was down on my lowest
I needed you, you ain't give a f*ck 'bout me growing
All this pain I've been showing
I ain't never stop, just keep on flowin'
It ain't a thing that can break our bond, ooh
If you my friend, then you got trust funds
It ain't no reason another man should have to raise my son
Can't let you bleed, another man shouldn't have to bust your gun
I'd do anything for you (anything)
F*ck that nigga, he can't do anything for you
Mistreatin' me, bitch, you could leave, I ain't do you nothing
Tell that you lying 'cause you get loud when we start fussin' (I ain't gon' hit you)
If that's my brother, we get money, f*ck another
It go up, then we gon' shoot this bitch down with each other
You don't f*ck with me, I ain't takin' care of you
I'm invested in my step
When I ain't with you, feel less than me
But stay at distance for the better
Startin' to give up on stolen treasure
I make you mine, how many niggas can say they been with you?
I ain't no different, but it hit different when the women do
It f*ck with me, you ain't right here, and you know it do
Can't wait 'til I get over you, for the swearin' that it be the truth
When I say I ain't even notice you
You hurt me deep when I was down on my lowest
I needed you, you ain't give a f*ck 'bout me growing
All this pain I've been showing
I ain't never stop, just keep on flowin'
It ain't a thing that can break our bond, ooh
If you my friend, then you got trust funds
It ain't no reason another man should have to raise my son
Can't let you bleed, another man shouldn't have to bust your gun
You hurt me deep when I was down on my lowest
I needed you, you ain't give a f*ck 'bout me growing
All this pain I've been showing
I ain't never stop, just keep on flowin'
(Drell's on the track)
(Drell's on the track)
Yeah, oh-oh-oh
Oh
You hurt me deep when I was down on my lowest
I needed you, you ain't give a f*ck 'bout me growing
All this pain I've been showing
I ain't never stop, just keep on flowin'
It ain't a thing that can break our bond, ooh
If you my friend, then you got trust funds
It ain't no reason another man should have to raise my son
Can't let you bleed, another man shouldn't have to bust your gun
Yeah, f*ckin' on someone else and textin' like you want me, disrespectful
You playin' with my intelligence, you should be tryna better me
It ain't been six months, you f*cked someone then try and bein' extra
You ain't a woman tellin' lies, but, shit, I guess that's 'cause you're scared of me
Written in my eyes, pedigree
I ain't in no kennel, I'm a dog tryna feed my needs
I'm startin' to think I drunk too much of lean
I been fallin' out, ain't crying loud, no one to comfort me
Suffer from somethin', you don't love me
Once you thug me, I say, "F*ck you"
Even though after I still be feelin' wrong
Lookin' in your eyes, I see trouble
I can tell that you been thuggin'
I don't wanna talk to you, just leave me 'lone
You hurt me deep when I was down on my lowest
I needed you, you ain't give a f*ck 'bout me growing
All this pain I've been showing
I ain't never stop, just keep on flowin'
It ain't a thing that can break our bond, ooh
If you my friend, then you got trust funds
It ain't no reason another man should have to raise my son
Can't let you bleed, another man shouldn't have to bust your gun
I'd do anything for you (anything)
F*ck that nigga, he can't do anything for you
Mistreatin' me, bitch, you could leave, I ain't do you nothing
Tell that you lying 'cause you get loud when we start fussin' (I ain't gon' hit you)
If that's my brother, we get money, f*ck another
It go up, then we gon' shoot this bitch down with each other
You don't f*ck with me, I ain't takin' care of you
I'm invested in my step
When I ain't with you, feel less than me
But stay at distance for the better
Startin' to give up on stolen treasure
I make you mine, how many niggas can say they been with you?
I ain't no different, but it hit different when the women do
It f*ck with me, you ain't right here, and you know it do
Can't wait 'til I get over you, for the swearin' that it be the truth
When I say I ain't even notice you
You hurt me deep when I was down on my lowest
I needed you, you ain't give a f*ck 'bout me growing
All this pain I've been showing
I ain't never stop, just keep on flowin'
It ain't a thing that can break our bond, ooh
If you my friend, then you got trust funds
It ain't no reason another man should have to raise my son
Can't let you bleed, another man shouldn't have to bust your gun
You hurt me deep when I was down on my lowest
I needed you, you ain't give a f*ck 'bout me growing
All this pain I've been showing
I ain't never stop, just keep on flowin'
(Drell's on the track)
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Peace Hardly
(Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that mothaf*ckin' beat?)
(Ah, nah, you ain't make that motherf*cker)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
I'm that lil' nigga, not spendin' them M's
I'm holdin' that shit like it's good, mmm
I ain't hidin' my hand, they know what it is
Leave the hood as soon as blood spill, boom
Bring them sticks out, hood go crazy
Show no love, straight homicide
.45 Glock ain't got no safety
In the North, we at war with the other side
F*ck all you niggas, I'm strapped with my burner
I'm tryna see what it is
Swerve in that Bentley, hop out on a corner
Make my way to LA on a Lear
I see that your vision ain't looking too clear
Them bodies get left in the field
And them diamonds get set on a bezel
And my mind stay set on a mil'
All night, standin' on that corner
We on go, we see 'em
I'ma fly her in when I wanna
'Cause lil' shorty chill
And that's all that matter, chit, no chatter
And these hoes get cut like pills
Bitch, don't run your mouth 'bout nothin'
You know that ain't real
I can barely get peace hardly
Lie like they all in
I see all these people just wanna scheme, I just wanna be
When it's war, ain't no stallin'
All night we be stalkin'
Let's see where they hidin' or where they be
We slangin' that heat, die in the street
Hundred, two hundred, three hundred
Four hundred, five hundred, six, add four more
I'm really rich, I'ma spend that shit
I'ma shoot the shit, got plenty of sticks
One million, two million, three million
Wanna be with a nigga, ho, add some more
Why you worried 'bout me? You ain't here with me
'Til you prove with me you ain't innocent
Wrong side, we gon' ride that bitch
Tell shorty I say bring him right in the dead end
F*ck if he alone, know how we get down
Not sayin' nothin' wrong with some dead friends
It's 187, we burnin' shit down
Murder right in the town, they movin' in
She ain't right for my heart, so I'm movin' out
I'ma clear this bitch out if they mug again
Now I'm back in this bitch, gotta thug again
Full of Xans, I be toppin' it with a ten
Dirty straps in that car when I'm with Lil' Ben
Catch another, I ain't thinkin' another sin
Get it to 'em, no talkin', no Motorola
He gon' bang for that gang, ain't no switchin' over
Travel out for them things, just him and soldiers
For that money, be less, better pray it's over
I can barely get peace hardly
Lie like they all in
I see all these people just wanna scheme, I just wanna be
When it's war, ain't no stallin'
All night we be stalkin'
Let's see where they hidin' or where they be
We slangin' that heat, die in the street
Hundred, two hundred, three hundred
Four hundred, five hundred, six, add four more
I'm really rich, I'ma spend that shit
I'ma shoot the shit, got plenty of sticks
One million, two million, three million
Wanna be with a nigga, ho, add some more
Why you worried 'bout me? You ain't here with me
'Til you prove with me you ain't innocent
I'm that lil' nigga, not spendin' them M's
I'm holdin' that shit like it's good, mmm
I ain't hidin' my hand, they know what it is
Leave the hood as soon as blood spill, boom
Bring them sticks out, hood go crazy
Show no love, straight homicide
.45 Glock ain't got no safety
In the North, we at war with the other side
(Ah, nah, you ain't make that motherf*cker)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
I'm that lil' nigga, not spendin' them M's
I'm holdin' that shit like it's good, mmm
I ain't hidin' my hand, they know what it is
Leave the hood as soon as blood spill, boom
Bring them sticks out, hood go crazy
Show no love, straight homicide
.45 Glock ain't got no safety
In the North, we at war with the other side
F*ck all you niggas, I'm strapped with my burner
I'm tryna see what it is
Swerve in that Bentley, hop out on a corner
Make my way to LA on a Lear
I see that your vision ain't looking too clear
Them bodies get left in the field
And them diamonds get set on a bezel
And my mind stay set on a mil'
All night, standin' on that corner
We on go, we see 'em
I'ma fly her in when I wanna
'Cause lil' shorty chill
And that's all that matter, chit, no chatter
And these hoes get cut like pills
Bitch, don't run your mouth 'bout nothin'
You know that ain't real
I can barely get peace hardly
Lie like they all in
I see all these people just wanna scheme, I just wanna be
When it's war, ain't no stallin'
All night we be stalkin'
Let's see where they hidin' or where they be
We slangin' that heat, die in the street
Hundred, two hundred, three hundred
Four hundred, five hundred, six, add four more
I'm really rich, I'ma spend that shit
I'ma shoot the shit, got plenty of sticks
One million, two million, three million
Wanna be with a nigga, ho, add some more
Why you worried 'bout me? You ain't here with me
'Til you prove with me you ain't innocent
Wrong side, we gon' ride that bitch
Tell shorty I say bring him right in the dead end
F*ck if he alone, know how we get down
Not sayin' nothin' wrong with some dead friends
It's 187, we burnin' shit down
Murder right in the town, they movin' in
She ain't right for my heart, so I'm movin' out
I'ma clear this bitch out if they mug again
Now I'm back in this bitch, gotta thug again
Full of Xans, I be toppin' it with a ten
Dirty straps in that car when I'm with Lil' Ben
Catch another, I ain't thinkin' another sin
Get it to 'em, no talkin', no Motorola
He gon' bang for that gang, ain't no switchin' over
Travel out for them things, just him and soldiers
For that money, be less, better pray it's over
I can barely get peace hardly
Lie like they all in
I see all these people just wanna scheme, I just wanna be
When it's war, ain't no stallin'
All night we be stalkin'
Let's see where they hidin' or where they be
We slangin' that heat, die in the street
Hundred, two hundred, three hundred
Four hundred, five hundred, six, add four more
I'm really rich, I'ma spend that shit
I'ma shoot the shit, got plenty of sticks
One million, two million, three million
Wanna be with a nigga, ho, add some more
Why you worried 'bout me? You ain't here with me
'Til you prove with me you ain't innocent
I'm that lil' nigga, not spendin' them M's
I'm holdin' that shit like it's good, mmm
I ain't hidin' my hand, they know what it is
Leave the hood as soon as blood spill, boom
Bring them sticks out, hood go crazy
Show no love, straight homicide
.45 Glock ain't got no safety
In the North, we at war with the other side
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden
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.
Callin
My cup the devil, brand-new bezel (Wheezy outta here)
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure
I ain't take nothin' off, 'fore I take somethin' back, I'ma put one in
When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens
Who gon' protect me? I'm the protector of all my friends
How the f*ck you with me? You playin' detective, you ain't my twin
I'ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in
Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain't the same
We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood
And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Leave homicide to find them
Still ain't got my mind made up
Mask up before we blind him
Keep actin' like he five and I'm gon' dime him
Ten after ten, must I remind him?
Who gon' supply me? I'm the supplier of all my friends
With you to the end, who gon' have my back when I'm locked in the pen'?
He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in
Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend
My cup the devil, brand-new bezel
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure
We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood
And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Mask up before we blind him
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure
I ain't take nothin' off, 'fore I take somethin' back, I'ma put one in
When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens
Who gon' protect me? I'm the protector of all my friends
How the f*ck you with me? You playin' detective, you ain't my twin
I'ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in
Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain't the same
We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood
And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Leave homicide to find them
Still ain't got my mind made up
Mask up before we blind him
Keep actin' like he five and I'm gon' dime him
Ten after ten, must I remind him?
Who gon' supply me? I'm the supplier of all my friends
With you to the end, who gon' have my back when I'm locked in the pen'?
He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in
Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend
My cup the devil, brand-new bezel
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure
We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood
And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Mask up before we blind him
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Top is the second studio album by American rapper YoungBoy Never Broke Again, released on September 11, 2020, by Never Broke Again and Atlantic Records. The album follows his debut album Until Death Call My Name, released over two years before. The album features guest appearances from Lil Wayne and Snoop Dogg, alongside production from Cheese, Cubeatz, DJ Suede the Remix God, JetsonMade, Smash David, and Wheezy.
Top received generally positive reviews from critics who highlighted the album's versatility and material. It debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200 chart, in which it earned 126,000 album-equivalent units, of which 19,000 were pure album sales. Nine of the twenty-one tracks from the album debuted on the Billboard Hot 100. The album was supported by three singles: "All In", "Kacey Talk" and "Callin".
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Young Boy Never Broke AgainTop received generally positive reviews from critics who highlighted the album's versatility and material. It debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200 chart, in which it earned 126,000 album-equivalent units, of which 19,000 were pure album sales. Nine of the twenty-one tracks from the album debuted on the Billboard Hot 100. The album was supported by three singles: "All In", "Kacey Talk" and "Callin".
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): 12Hunna, 17OnDaTrack, 1Mind, Aaron Selva, ABOnTheBeat, AKel, Ayo Bleu, BJ Beatz, BxsedJay, Cássio, Cheese, Cubeatz, DJ Suede the Remix God, DrellOnTheTrack, D-Rok, Drum Dummie, Dubba-AA, Dzimi, HitmanAudio, Humblebee, India Got Them Beats, Jack LoMastro, JetsonMade, Jonnie Hope, Julia Lewis, Karltin Bankz, LayZ, LC, LondnBlue, Mike Laury, Neeko Baby, Palaze, PlayboyXO, SephGotTheWaves, Smash David, TayTayMadeIt, Tenroc, Trapman TwoThree, Trauma Tone, Vinnyforgood, Wallis Lane, WassamWop, Wheezy, Wwind
Length: 54:42
Released: September 11th, 2020
Year: 2020