Wheezy outta here
Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo
Ooh-woo, I done f*cked the crew
Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin'
I done did the jackin', now I'm full rappin'
I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch
Had to wear the dress, 'cause I had a stick
You know where the bag at? Tell me where it is
I came from rags to riches, I'm the shit
I can no longer disguise it, bitch, 'cause I'm rich
I got cars galore, lil' bitch, 'cause I'm rich
I escaped every one of the licks, 'cause I was supposed to be rich
I don't care nothin' 'bout no cop, I'm tellin' you just how it is
Put it in a Uber, send it to a shooter
Ask me how they do it, kickin' shit, Ryu, Ken
Put it in a cab, send it to a Arab
Hit 'em with the MAC now, now his whole body scabbed
Cash on the delivery, aye
Goat talk of the century, oh
No time for gibberish, all the critics hearin' this
All the bitches lipstick, and her pussy slippery
I can call a troop, go by the name of Duke, uh
Kidnap a kangaroo, I can send a moose, woo
Niggas stole a chain, but I ain't worried, fool
I'ma keep on spinnin' 'til they tell me who
Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo
Ooh-woo, I done for the crew
Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin'
I done did the jackin', now I'm full rappin'
I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch
Had to wear the dress 'cause I had a stick
You know where the bag at, tell me where it is
I came from rags to riches, I'm the shit
I can no longer disguise it, bitch, 'cause I'm rich
I got cars galore, lil' bitch, 'cause I'm rich
I escaped every one of the licks 'cause I was supposed to be rich
I don't care nothin' 'bout no cop, I'm tellin' you just how it is
I don't gotta throw you shit like Kaepernick, nah
I got seven bitches with me, Kaepernick
Yeah, R.I.P. Nipsey, I can tell you how they get rich
I can tell you how to die or how to live in this bitch
I can tell you how to talk the most impeccable shit
I can show you how to walk like you got decimals, bitch
Show you how I can get the top from all the top ten bitches
I got white Adderalls and amoxicillin
I got lights on, baby, I got moths in this bitch
No fly zone, caught you like you're mouse in this bitch
Growin' tycoon and I took some losses, you bitch
I'm a boss, but I don't like to take a loss in this bitch (Wheezy outta here)
Such a player but I cake and cuddle all of my bitches
I got layers, I got millions, I got all type of buildings
F*ck around and aired a pussy nigga out like linen
Last nigga tried me, almost got popped in Lennox
Ask the cops, ask the detectives, they know all the business
Ask the cops and the detectives, all the jurisdictions
Ask the kids at school who ambition, all the missions
Gave the lawyer close to two mil', he handle all the killings
I don't know and I don't wanna know who 'flodged Bentley's
I don't know what's goin' bro, I think they all spillin'
We don't speak 'bout shit on wax, it's all mob business
We known to kill the biggest cats of all kitties
Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo
Ooh-woo, I done for the crew
Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin'
I done did the jackin', now I'm full rappin'
I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch
Had to wear the dress 'cause I had a stick
You know where the bag at, tell me where it is
I came from rags to riches, I'm the shit
I can no longer disguise it, bitch, 'cause I'm rich
I got cars galore, lil' bitch, 'cause I'm rich
I escaped every one of the licks 'cause I was supposed to be rich
I don't care nothin' 'bout no cop, I'm tellin' you just how it is
Young Thug - So Much Fun Album Lyrics
Young Thug - So Much Fun Lyrics
Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Nick Mira, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sup Mate
(Dy Krazy) Yellow tape, I put that on (yeah, yeah)
Hold up, wait, life's great (yeah, yeah)
Hold up, wait, ice skate (yeah, yeah)
Hold up, wait, crime pay (yeah, yeah)
Hold up, wait, slatt, slatt (ATL Jacob) (yeah, yeah)
Twenty cars, matte black (yeah, yeah)
Surfin' at the Ritz Carlton (yeah, yeah)
Tinted pink hoes (poof, poof) (yeah, yeah)
Oxycontin what I piss (yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (yeah, yeah)
Flip it to the dog like a dish (yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (yeah, yeah)
Accept the loss before I quit (yeah, yeah)
(Accept the loss before I quit) (yeah, yeah)
She slept at the house, I bought her Ruth Chris (yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (yeah, yeah)
What's up, mate? Got cake, mate (yeah, yeah)
Got cheese, mate, got bread, mate (woo)
Got cups, mate (woo, ooh), no f*cks, mate (woo, mate)
Give no f*cks, mate (woo, f*cks, mate), I'm up, mate (woo, outta shape, yeah, yeah)
It's up, mate, I buck, mate (yeah, yeah)
I bleed, mate, he bled, mate (woo) (yeah, yeah)
Got cups, mate, (woo) no f*cks, mate, let's f*ck, mate (woo)
F*cked my classmate (woo), f*ck, shit, let's splash, mate (woo)
(Or suck that shit, let's splash, hey)
Smokin' on loud, we don't be f*ckin' around with y'all
One time mission, yeah yeah
We prepare first and then Columbine
Trench coat, under a nigga's sleeve
Wipe his nose, wipe his nose (pussy ass nigga)
Wipe his nose, (slatt) wipe his nose (wipe your nose)
Wipe his nose, (wipe your nose, slatt) wipe his nose (slatt, wipe his nose)
Wipe his nose, (wipe your nose), wipe his nose (yeah, yeah)
Doubled the cups and then doubled it up and I doubled it up (yeah, yeah)
Jump in the Bentley, I jump in the truck and I trucker the truck (woo, yeah, yeah)
Chuggin' it down, I'm smokin' a pound, I'm f*ckin' around (yeah, yeah)
Smokin' on loud, we don't be f*ckin' around with y'all
What's up, mate? (Woo) got the blicky, featherweight (woo)
Got the cash, I bake the cake, (woo) aye, what's brackin', mate? (Woo)
I just snipe her, mate, (woo) chain on hydrate, mate (woo)
Get no sleep, mate, (woo) I'm geeked, mate, pushin' weight, outta shape (yeah, yeah)
Red wings, red bottoms, I'm a f*ckin' devil (yeah, yeah)
20's tennis chains on, not no Ric Flair medal (woo, yeah, yeah)
I done gotta run it back, you heard what Gunna tell 'em (yeah, yeah)
Put my diamonds in a bowl, that look like Fruity Pebbles
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch wanna hit her a lick, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch wanna suck on the dick, yeah
Bitch wanna get her a brick, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,)
Bitch wanna f*ck on a rich nigga (yeah)
Bitch wanna f*ck on the clique (yeah, yeah)
Euros on euros, I'm gettin' it (uh)
Step on the floor, now I'm lit (woo)
Wipe his nose, wipe her nose (woo)
Kick her door, kick the road (woo)
Put the pole in his ho, bend her over (woo, woo, woo)
Then you buy that bitch a brand new Range Rover (woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm so high, all I can say is, "Woo, woo, woo"
I can't talk, I barely could say, "Woo, woo, woo"
Count a M and count another one, ooh, ooh (ooh)
F*ck that shit, I enter the lotto, woo, woo (f*ck it, yeah, yeah)
Count a half and another (woo, woo, yeah, yeah)
I can never be a facade, relative (woo, woo, yeah, yeah)
Up to the sky with my mom, brothers (woo, woo, yeah, yeah)
They let it hit from the side, they were all cutters (woo, woo, f*ck it, yeah, yeah)
Oh, okay, f*ck her good, make her try voodoo
Okay, my plug put me on, I call him Lou Lou
Hood nigga, paid in full, I'm a black Jew
What's poppin' lady? I come from the trenches, we pray for a brick
What's poppin', lady? Bitches love a nigga's accent (woo, woo)
Pain pills, codeine, hydro, acid (woo, woo)
I hang with some slimes, pullin' kick doors (woo, woo)
Outchea, outchea, quit your reachin', Gucci socky on my feet
Sloppy toppy, keep it neat
One, two, three, I got freaks
Ooh, four girls on fleek
Ooh, bad and saditty
Ooh, ass and her titties
Ooh, that ting litty
And my Spanish ting, she bad like J. Lo (ooh, ooh)
I crushed up an X pill in her asshole (ooh, ooh)
Fifty round clip, got my Draco (ooh, ooh)
I should, I should teach drug classes (ooh, ooh)
I stay on my grind, Margiela ten toes (ooh, ooh)
Money on my mind, I'm a nympho (ooh, ooh)
Ass and her titties, ooh
That ting litty, ooh
Ass and her titties, ooh
That ting litty, ooh
Ass and her titties, ooh
That ting litty, ooh
Hold up, wait, life's great (yeah, yeah)
Hold up, wait, ice skate (yeah, yeah)
Hold up, wait, crime pay (yeah, yeah)
Hold up, wait, slatt, slatt (ATL Jacob) (yeah, yeah)
Twenty cars, matte black (yeah, yeah)
Surfin' at the Ritz Carlton (yeah, yeah)
Tinted pink hoes (poof, poof) (yeah, yeah)
Oxycontin what I piss (yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (yeah, yeah)
Flip it to the dog like a dish (yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (yeah, yeah)
Accept the loss before I quit (yeah, yeah)
(Accept the loss before I quit) (yeah, yeah)
She slept at the house, I bought her Ruth Chris (yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (yeah, yeah)
What's up, mate? Got cake, mate (yeah, yeah)
Got cheese, mate, got bread, mate (woo)
Got cups, mate (woo, ooh), no f*cks, mate (woo, mate)
Give no f*cks, mate (woo, f*cks, mate), I'm up, mate (woo, outta shape, yeah, yeah)
It's up, mate, I buck, mate (yeah, yeah)
I bleed, mate, he bled, mate (woo) (yeah, yeah)
Got cups, mate, (woo) no f*cks, mate, let's f*ck, mate (woo)
F*cked my classmate (woo), f*ck, shit, let's splash, mate (woo)
(Or suck that shit, let's splash, hey)
Smokin' on loud, we don't be f*ckin' around with y'all
One time mission, yeah yeah
We prepare first and then Columbine
Trench coat, under a nigga's sleeve
Wipe his nose, wipe his nose (pussy ass nigga)
Wipe his nose, (slatt) wipe his nose (wipe your nose)
Wipe his nose, (wipe your nose, slatt) wipe his nose (slatt, wipe his nose)
Wipe his nose, (wipe your nose), wipe his nose (yeah, yeah)
Doubled the cups and then doubled it up and I doubled it up (yeah, yeah)
Jump in the Bentley, I jump in the truck and I trucker the truck (woo, yeah, yeah)
Chuggin' it down, I'm smokin' a pound, I'm f*ckin' around (yeah, yeah)
Smokin' on loud, we don't be f*ckin' around with y'all
What's up, mate? (Woo) got the blicky, featherweight (woo)
Got the cash, I bake the cake, (woo) aye, what's brackin', mate? (Woo)
I just snipe her, mate, (woo) chain on hydrate, mate (woo)
Get no sleep, mate, (woo) I'm geeked, mate, pushin' weight, outta shape (yeah, yeah)
Red wings, red bottoms, I'm a f*ckin' devil (yeah, yeah)
20's tennis chains on, not no Ric Flair medal (woo, yeah, yeah)
I done gotta run it back, you heard what Gunna tell 'em (yeah, yeah)
Put my diamonds in a bowl, that look like Fruity Pebbles
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch wanna hit her a lick, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch wanna suck on the dick, yeah
Bitch wanna get her a brick, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,)
Bitch wanna f*ck on a rich nigga (yeah)
Bitch wanna f*ck on the clique (yeah, yeah)
Euros on euros, I'm gettin' it (uh)
Step on the floor, now I'm lit (woo)
Wipe his nose, wipe her nose (woo)
Kick her door, kick the road (woo)
Put the pole in his ho, bend her over (woo, woo, woo)
Then you buy that bitch a brand new Range Rover (woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm so high, all I can say is, "Woo, woo, woo"
I can't talk, I barely could say, "Woo, woo, woo"
Count a M and count another one, ooh, ooh (ooh)
F*ck that shit, I enter the lotto, woo, woo (f*ck it, yeah, yeah)
Count a half and another (woo, woo, yeah, yeah)
I can never be a facade, relative (woo, woo, yeah, yeah)
Up to the sky with my mom, brothers (woo, woo, yeah, yeah)
They let it hit from the side, they were all cutters (woo, woo, f*ck it, yeah, yeah)
Oh, okay, f*ck her good, make her try voodoo
Okay, my plug put me on, I call him Lou Lou
Hood nigga, paid in full, I'm a black Jew
What's poppin' lady? I come from the trenches, we pray for a brick
What's poppin', lady? Bitches love a nigga's accent (woo, woo)
Pain pills, codeine, hydro, acid (woo, woo)
I hang with some slimes, pullin' kick doors (woo, woo)
Outchea, outchea, quit your reachin', Gucci socky on my feet
Sloppy toppy, keep it neat
One, two, three, I got freaks
Ooh, four girls on fleek
Ooh, bad and saditty
Ooh, ass and her titties
Ooh, that ting litty
And my Spanish ting, she bad like J. Lo (ooh, ooh)
I crushed up an X pill in her asshole (ooh, ooh)
Fifty round clip, got my Draco (ooh, ooh)
I should, I should teach drug classes (ooh, ooh)
I stay on my grind, Margiela ten toes (ooh, ooh)
Money on my mind, I'm a nympho (ooh, ooh)
Ass and her titties, ooh
That ting litty, ooh
Ass and her titties, ooh
That ting litty, ooh
Ass and her titties, ooh
That ting litty, ooh
Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Dwan Lecurtis Jaquan Avery
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Ecstasy
(12 Hunna on the beat)
(DY Krazy)
(Pure cocaina extra now)
(Pure cocaina extra now, yeah)
(Pure cocaina extra now)
Pure cocaina extra now, ecstasy
Pure cocaina extra now, ecstasy
Pure cocaina extra now, ecstasy
Pure cocaina extra now, privacy
Molly, Roxies (ecstasy)
Oxycontin (ecstasy)
Jubilee, ostrich (uh-uh)
Ten a key, we need thousands (okay)
I can take a stick and I can lift it up (yeah)
I can take this bitch and I can lift her up (aye)
I just took a bankroll and I lift it up (okay)
I just drunk a PT, it was double sealed up
Yes it's paid for, you pretty and you classy
You look way, way, more idiot than your glasses
Icy, icy, I got baddies in my custody
I been chewin' on that chewy and this ecstasy
I been kickin', bitch, and drippin' Louis quilt
Hundred Percocets, I took like four or five off the rip
My dick hard bitch, come get after it
Growin' up, I kept a gun like a veteran
Soul snatcher from this, you ain't comin' back from this
She bad, treat her like the principal I teach her a lesson
Yeah, make sure that the opposites kickin' it
Yeah, jewelry kickin' bullet and we keepin' it, no cap
Molly, Roxies (ecstasy)
Oxycontin (ecstasy)
Jubilee, ostrich (uh-uh)
Ten a key, we need thousands (okay)
I can take a stick and I can lift it up (yeah)
I can take this bitch and I can lift her up (ayy)
I just took a bankroll and I lift it up (okay)
I just drunk a PT, it was double sealed up
F*ck it
Inside of my house look like Colombia, I love it
Bloody fingerprints on my fingers, from countin' hunnids
Learned from watching Goodfellas to keep it in the cupboard
Guns are just like pussy, pull it out, you better buss it
I might be in traffic in rush hour like Chris Tucker
But I keep that MC Hammer, no you can not touch it
I might go on tour and f*ck a daughter and a mother
Pour some drink that's red like Robitussin, aye
If I get pulled over, put my coke inside your crack, yeah
We get home, I pop a pill and I'll blow out your back, yeah
If I die today, like Makaveli, bring me back, yeah
If I got a problem call my slime and he say, "slatt," yeah
Molly, Roxies (ecstasy)
Oxycontin (ecstasy)
Jubilee, ostrich (uh-uh)
Ten a key, we need thousands (okay)
I can take a stick and I can lift it up (yeah)
I can take this bitch and I can lift her up (aye)
I just took a bankroll and I lift it up (okay)
I just drunk a PT, it was double sealed up
(DY Krazy)
(Pure cocaina extra now)
(Pure cocaina extra now, yeah)
(Pure cocaina extra now)
Pure cocaina extra now, ecstasy
Pure cocaina extra now, ecstasy
Pure cocaina extra now, ecstasy
Pure cocaina extra now, privacy
Molly, Roxies (ecstasy)
Oxycontin (ecstasy)
Jubilee, ostrich (uh-uh)
Ten a key, we need thousands (okay)
I can take a stick and I can lift it up (yeah)
I can take this bitch and I can lift her up (aye)
I just took a bankroll and I lift it up (okay)
I just drunk a PT, it was double sealed up
Yes it's paid for, you pretty and you classy
You look way, way, more idiot than your glasses
Icy, icy, I got baddies in my custody
I been chewin' on that chewy and this ecstasy
I been kickin', bitch, and drippin' Louis quilt
Hundred Percocets, I took like four or five off the rip
My dick hard bitch, come get after it
Growin' up, I kept a gun like a veteran
Soul snatcher from this, you ain't comin' back from this
She bad, treat her like the principal I teach her a lesson
Yeah, make sure that the opposites kickin' it
Yeah, jewelry kickin' bullet and we keepin' it, no cap
Molly, Roxies (ecstasy)
Oxycontin (ecstasy)
Jubilee, ostrich (uh-uh)
Ten a key, we need thousands (okay)
I can take a stick and I can lift it up (yeah)
I can take this bitch and I can lift her up (ayy)
I just took a bankroll and I lift it up (okay)
I just drunk a PT, it was double sealed up
F*ck it
Inside of my house look like Colombia, I love it
Bloody fingerprints on my fingers, from countin' hunnids
Learned from watching Goodfellas to keep it in the cupboard
Guns are just like pussy, pull it out, you better buss it
I might be in traffic in rush hour like Chris Tucker
But I keep that MC Hammer, no you can not touch it
I might go on tour and f*ck a daughter and a mother
Pour some drink that's red like Robitussin, aye
If I get pulled over, put my coke inside your crack, yeah
We get home, I pop a pill and I'll blow out your back, yeah
If I die today, like Makaveli, bring me back, yeah
If I got a problem call my slime and he say, "slatt," yeah
Molly, Roxies (ecstasy)
Oxycontin (ecstasy)
Jubilee, ostrich (uh-uh)
Ten a key, we need thousands (okay)
I can take a stick and I can lift it up (yeah)
I can take this bitch and I can lift her up (aye)
I just took a bankroll and I lift it up (okay)
I just drunk a PT, it was double sealed up
Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Dwan LeCurtis Jaquan Avery, Michael James O'Brien, Richard Colson Baker
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Hot
(Wheezy outta here)
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Everything litty, I love when it's hot
Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
Got some more milli's, I keep me a knot
I created history and made me a lot
He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
Cartier eye
I'm the bossman in the suit with no tie
I can't be sober, I gotta stay high
Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry
Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde
Don't worry, baby, I keep me some fire
Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide
The latest Mercedes, her go-to surprise
Don't sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize
Diggin' her back while I'm grippin' her sides
Bigger Maybach, this ain't regular size
We really fly, we like pelican glide
Bitch, you ain't slick, I can tell the disguise
Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky
She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life
I told her to gargle and work on her highs
Everything litty, I love when it's hot
Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
Got some more milli's, I keep me a knot
I created history and made me a lot
He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
Cash, money, checks, cash
Addy, Birkin, bring the bitch sandals
I just wanna f*ck the bitch by myself
I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite
I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (skrrt)
I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver (skrrt)
Haven't had a sip, that there weed you can't smoke in the Rolls Royce, whoa, whoa (yeah, yeah)
I'm strapped up, I'm cupped up, I'm drinkin', I shoot off your tires, huh (doo-doo-doo-doo)
I'm in the coupe by myself
I had to kick a door when I was five
Keep the old ones on the shelf
Whole sixteen round in the fire
I'm sick and tired of these young niggas act like they firin', they tellin' these lies
Actin' like they the ones created this and they get all the drip from my guys
Yeah, Cartier eyes, Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch
Cartier love, Cartier the thot
Cartier spread, buffalo on the side
Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah
Cartier bag for the Cartier thot
Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash
Cartier jeans, ain't no way I can sag
Ain't no way I'ma ever gon' go out bad
I can't go out, no way I'ma go out
I just grip on her ass and I show out
I sit like a champ and I wait on a whole lot
I can whip up a new Chanel Patek
I whip with the wrist and I don't break the door out
Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse
Hundreds racks in ones, dude brought the flood out
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, damn
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Everything litty, I love when it's hot
Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
Got some more milli's, I keep me a knot
I created history and made me a lot
He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
Cartier eye
I'm the bossman in the suit with no tie
I can't be sober, I gotta stay high
Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry
Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde
Don't worry, baby, I keep me some fire
Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide
The latest Mercedes, her go-to surprise
Don't sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize
Diggin' her back while I'm grippin' her sides
Bigger Maybach, this ain't regular size
We really fly, we like pelican glide
Bitch, you ain't slick, I can tell the disguise
Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky
She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life
I told her to gargle and work on her highs
Everything litty, I love when it's hot
Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
Got some more milli's, I keep me a knot
I created history and made me a lot
He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
Cash, money, checks, cash
Addy, Birkin, bring the bitch sandals
I just wanna f*ck the bitch by myself
I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite
I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (skrrt)
I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver (skrrt)
Haven't had a sip, that there weed you can't smoke in the Rolls Royce, whoa, whoa (yeah, yeah)
I'm strapped up, I'm cupped up, I'm drinkin', I shoot off your tires, huh (doo-doo-doo-doo)
I'm in the coupe by myself
I had to kick a door when I was five
Keep the old ones on the shelf
Whole sixteen round in the fire
I'm sick and tired of these young niggas act like they firin', they tellin' these lies
Actin' like they the ones created this and they get all the drip from my guys
Yeah, Cartier eyes, Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch
Cartier love, Cartier the thot
Cartier spread, buffalo on the side
Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah
Cartier bag for the Cartier thot
Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash
Cartier jeans, ain't no way I can sag
Ain't no way I'ma ever gon' go out bad
I can't go out, no way I'ma go out
I just grip on her ass and I show out
I sit like a champ and I wait on a whole lot
I can whip up a new Chanel Patek
I whip with the wrist and I don't break the door out
Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse
Hundreds racks in ones, dude brought the flood out
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, damn
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Sergio Giavanni Kitchens, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Light It Up
Why my bitch cheating on me?
What the f*ck I do to her?
I ain't did nothing nigga
Why she wanna play with me?
My feelings done got involved
Nah that bitch can't stay with me
Swear to God on my Grannie
Rest in peace to, Annie
Now the bitch got two daddies
This a reunion, no family!
I wanna f*ck you in your best outfit girl put in on, yeah
David Copperfield, Baby girl I can get it gone, Nair
You the picture, I'mma put you on the wall
I'm the hammer, You the nail
Beat it up, beat it up, Beat it up, beat it!
Put your ass to sleep, baby girl tempur-pedic
Cuhz whip it up, in a pan like Pita
Love big titties, turned on by them C Cups
Did a show in Boston drinking lean out a tea cup
No party, I'm sorry
Ridin' round in the motorcycle, no Harley
That lil ho retarded, had to nickname lil bitch.. tortoise
Shootin' shots, I ignore it
Pants saggin' cause I walk around with that 40
Nigga talkin' beef, eat it up cause I'm hungry
F*ck YARS, nigga im extortin'
Feelin' like J-Prince nigga
J-Prince son Jas, f*ck with every time
I was in LA chillin' at Jas Prince house
A deal, I ain't never signed
I ain't never ever ever lost shit
Kill a nigga, knock em off for some f*ckin' lawsuit
Shoot a nigga momma house up, no talkin'
(Shh) Too much talkin'...
Ran out with a 100 bands, I ain't playin'
Cut the promoter, thought I was playin'
Got a 2-2-3 Lebron James, Cleveland
Why am I insecure bout my woman?
Why my bitch cheating on me?
What the f*ck I do to her?
I ain't did nothing nigga
Why she wanna play with me?
My feelings done got involved
Nah that bitch can't stay with me
Swear to God on my Grannie
Rest in peace to, Annie
Now the bitch got two daddies
This a reunion, no family!
I wanna f*ck you in your best outfit girl put in on, yeah
David Copperfield, Baby girl I can get it gone, Nair
You the picture, I'mma put you on the wall
I'm the hammer, You the nail
Beat it up, beat it up, Beat it up, beat it!
I don't lick pussy but tonight I might eat it
I don't want that shit lil bitch, I just want my receipt back
She grippin' on my nuts, Michael Jackson I might beat it
Her first name Victoria, I know she got some secrets
I don't wanna f*ck with her, if she ain't gon' keep it
Real with a nigga till the end, girl I need ya
Let me put my dick inside your hole, peep it
Thugga want your soul, he need it
She ain't got too many times, she got 3 shots like an Adidas (Ay)
Let the lil bitch come roll me like tempur-pedic (Ay)
Throw that pussy, I catch it like a receiver play
If she find out Im cheating, she might just leave today
Put that lil bitch on her feet, no bengay
[???] That's what kids say
And my diamonds they come wet like a fish tank
Lil money big bank take lil bank (Yeah)
Lil nigga wanna play, I'll leave em in a wheel chair
Yellow bone bitch from Toronto, she a regular
When I kiss her, I be suckin on her neck like Dracula
And I'm a motherf*ckin' lion, nigga cats kill
Why my bitch cheating on me?
What the f*ck I do to her?
I ain't did nothing nigga
Why she wanna play with me?
My feelings done got involved
Nah that bitch can't stay with me
Swear to God on my Grannie
Rest in peace to, Annie
Now the bitch got two daddies
This a reunion, no family!
I wanna f*ck you in your best outfit girl put in on, yeah
David Copperfield, Baby girl I can get it gone, Nair
You the picture, I'mma put you on the wall
I'm the hammer, You the nail
Beat it up, beat it up, Beat it up, beat it!
What the f*ck I do to her?
I ain't did nothing nigga
Why she wanna play with me?
My feelings done got involved
Nah that bitch can't stay with me
Swear to God on my Grannie
Rest in peace to, Annie
Now the bitch got two daddies
This a reunion, no family!
I wanna f*ck you in your best outfit girl put in on, yeah
David Copperfield, Baby girl I can get it gone, Nair
You the picture, I'mma put you on the wall
I'm the hammer, You the nail
Beat it up, beat it up, Beat it up, beat it!
Put your ass to sleep, baby girl tempur-pedic
Cuhz whip it up, in a pan like Pita
Love big titties, turned on by them C Cups
Did a show in Boston drinking lean out a tea cup
No party, I'm sorry
Ridin' round in the motorcycle, no Harley
That lil ho retarded, had to nickname lil bitch.. tortoise
Shootin' shots, I ignore it
Pants saggin' cause I walk around with that 40
Nigga talkin' beef, eat it up cause I'm hungry
F*ck YARS, nigga im extortin'
Feelin' like J-Prince nigga
J-Prince son Jas, f*ck with every time
I was in LA chillin' at Jas Prince house
A deal, I ain't never signed
I ain't never ever ever lost shit
Kill a nigga, knock em off for some f*ckin' lawsuit
Shoot a nigga momma house up, no talkin'
(Shh) Too much talkin'...
Ran out with a 100 bands, I ain't playin'
Cut the promoter, thought I was playin'
Got a 2-2-3 Lebron James, Cleveland
Why am I insecure bout my woman?
Why my bitch cheating on me?
What the f*ck I do to her?
I ain't did nothing nigga
Why she wanna play with me?
My feelings done got involved
Nah that bitch can't stay with me
Swear to God on my Grannie
Rest in peace to, Annie
Now the bitch got two daddies
This a reunion, no family!
I wanna f*ck you in your best outfit girl put in on, yeah
David Copperfield, Baby girl I can get it gone, Nair
You the picture, I'mma put you on the wall
I'm the hammer, You the nail
Beat it up, beat it up, Beat it up, beat it!
I don't lick pussy but tonight I might eat it
I don't want that shit lil bitch, I just want my receipt back
She grippin' on my nuts, Michael Jackson I might beat it
Her first name Victoria, I know she got some secrets
I don't wanna f*ck with her, if she ain't gon' keep it
Real with a nigga till the end, girl I need ya
Let me put my dick inside your hole, peep it
Thugga want your soul, he need it
She ain't got too many times, she got 3 shots like an Adidas (Ay)
Let the lil bitch come roll me like tempur-pedic (Ay)
Throw that pussy, I catch it like a receiver play
If she find out Im cheating, she might just leave today
Put that lil bitch on her feet, no bengay
[???] That's what kids say
And my diamonds they come wet like a fish tank
Lil money big bank take lil bank (Yeah)
Lil nigga wanna play, I'll leave em in a wheel chair
Yellow bone bitch from Toronto, she a regular
When I kiss her, I be suckin on her neck like Dracula
And I'm a motherf*ckin' lion, nigga cats kill
Why my bitch cheating on me?
What the f*ck I do to her?
I ain't did nothing nigga
Why she wanna play with me?
My feelings done got involved
Nah that bitch can't stay with me
Swear to God on my Grannie
Rest in peace to, Annie
Now the bitch got two daddies
This a reunion, no family!
I wanna f*ck you in your best outfit girl put in on, yeah
David Copperfield, Baby girl I can get it gone, Nair
You the picture, I'mma put you on the wall
I'm the hammer, You the nail
Beat it up, beat it up, Beat it up, beat it!
Writer: Dequantes Lamar, Jeffrey Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Surf
Whoa
You guys wan' go to the beach with few freaks, huh? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Totally (ayy, swiffer surfin', damn)
We rock (surfin', oh) (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
Whoa (yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's the wave (surfin') (yeah, yeah)
It's big wave (woo) (yeah, yeah)
Surf, surf (yeah), surf, surf (totally)
Surf, surf, surf, surfin' (whoa)
Surf, surf (yeah), surf, surf
Surf (totally, dude), surf, surf, surfin' (woo)
These niggas gon' ride the wave (wave)
Your ass is just like a tank (yeah)
These niggas gon' ride the wave (wave)
I'm 'bout to go fill up a safe (totally)
These niggas gon' ride the wave (you ride)
These niggas gon' copy for days (go, go)
These niggas gon' ride the wave (the wave)
They tryna find out where I stay (totally)
I had a lock with a latch to see who break in, it just was a test, ah
Virgil been sending me drip just to see if I like it or rockin' with it
There go lil' mama, I don't wanna f*ck cause she burnin', she trippin' (whoa)
I'm wavy, goddamn
Niggas want smoke with the slatt, we can meet in the kitchen (whoa)
I'm burnin' the ham
These so-called gangsters don't know how to approach the man (totally)
I chop up his ass, I chop up his friends, his mamas, and all his six kids (whoa)
I come with that lead, I chop off the top of the Benz and all it gets fierce
They can't wait to shred
I told 'em to chop off your penis, you keeping your head (chop, I told 'em to do it)
I had a drum with a 'K and it's fully loaded, nigga play in this bitch (whoa, whoa)
Catch him down bad, you know I'm puttin' dick in your wife, I'm not sparing shit (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Shawty pussy so tight I had to finger her shit with a stick (totally)
Niggas ain't come from my tribe, I can barely say they hit (totally)
I need some brand new tires, I done burned off of the Z06 (skrrt, skrrt)
I know 'bout family ties, I know 'bout the mob, but can't say shit (shh, shh)
Couple things I done seen in the dark, I know I gotta die with it
Couple mains, I done sent a couple on the Spain, a couple on French (I totally do)
Surf (whoa), surf (whoa), surf (whoa), surf (woo)
Surf, surf, surf (totally, dude), surfin' (whoa)
Surf, surf (yeah), surf, surf (rock)
Surf, surf (whoa), surf (whoa), surfin' (wavy)
They tryna ride the wave, nine times out of ten, these niggas gon' drown (drown)
We got some slimy ways, and 'cause I did bro, wipe his nose for a pound (slatt)
I count it up, see what I made today
Beat it up, you gotta pay to play (beat it up)
Underdog, I gotta name to save
Some niggas won't ever get out (no, surf)
I'm having major waves (surf)
Drip like I made the rain (surf)
Scared and I'm gripping the grain (surf)
All of this dripping, ain't drain (surf)
I copped a Bentley Mulsanne
The money been healin' the pain (yeah)
The coupe the same color cocaine
I hope you don't sniff anything (yeah)
She say she like giving me brain
I hope you didn't get her a ring (ring)
In the Clearport, I'm boarding the plane
G6 is known for a king
Overseas, I got plenty of tings
All pretty foreign tings (foreign tings)
Yves Saint Laurent jeans (yeah)
I drop a four in a cream
Surf, surf, surf, surf
Surf, surf, surf, surfin' (whoa)
Surf, surf (yeah), surf, surf (rock)
Surf, surf (whoa), surf (whoa), surfin' (wavy)
These niggas gon' ride the wave (yeah)
Your ass is just like a tank (hey)
These niggas gon' ride the wave (the wave)
I'm 'bout to go fill up a safe (totally, dude)
These niggas gon' ride the wave (the wave)
These niggas gon' copy for days (totally, dude)
These niggas gon' ride the wave (wave)
They tryna find out where I stay (whoa)
You guys wan' go to the beach with few freaks, huh? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Totally (ayy, swiffer surfin', damn)
We rock (surfin', oh) (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
Whoa (yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's the wave (surfin') (yeah, yeah)
It's big wave (woo) (yeah, yeah)
Surf, surf (yeah), surf, surf (totally)
Surf, surf, surf, surfin' (whoa)
Surf, surf (yeah), surf, surf
Surf (totally, dude), surf, surf, surfin' (woo)
These niggas gon' ride the wave (wave)
Your ass is just like a tank (yeah)
These niggas gon' ride the wave (wave)
I'm 'bout to go fill up a safe (totally)
These niggas gon' ride the wave (you ride)
These niggas gon' copy for days (go, go)
These niggas gon' ride the wave (the wave)
They tryna find out where I stay (totally)
I had a lock with a latch to see who break in, it just was a test, ah
Virgil been sending me drip just to see if I like it or rockin' with it
There go lil' mama, I don't wanna f*ck cause she burnin', she trippin' (whoa)
I'm wavy, goddamn
Niggas want smoke with the slatt, we can meet in the kitchen (whoa)
I'm burnin' the ham
These so-called gangsters don't know how to approach the man (totally)
I chop up his ass, I chop up his friends, his mamas, and all his six kids (whoa)
I come with that lead, I chop off the top of the Benz and all it gets fierce
They can't wait to shred
I told 'em to chop off your penis, you keeping your head (chop, I told 'em to do it)
I had a drum with a 'K and it's fully loaded, nigga play in this bitch (whoa, whoa)
Catch him down bad, you know I'm puttin' dick in your wife, I'm not sparing shit (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Shawty pussy so tight I had to finger her shit with a stick (totally)
Niggas ain't come from my tribe, I can barely say they hit (totally)
I need some brand new tires, I done burned off of the Z06 (skrrt, skrrt)
I know 'bout family ties, I know 'bout the mob, but can't say shit (shh, shh)
Couple things I done seen in the dark, I know I gotta die with it
Couple mains, I done sent a couple on the Spain, a couple on French (I totally do)
Surf (whoa), surf (whoa), surf (whoa), surf (woo)
Surf, surf, surf (totally, dude), surfin' (whoa)
Surf, surf (yeah), surf, surf (rock)
Surf, surf (whoa), surf (whoa), surfin' (wavy)
They tryna ride the wave, nine times out of ten, these niggas gon' drown (drown)
We got some slimy ways, and 'cause I did bro, wipe his nose for a pound (slatt)
I count it up, see what I made today
Beat it up, you gotta pay to play (beat it up)
Underdog, I gotta name to save
Some niggas won't ever get out (no, surf)
I'm having major waves (surf)
Drip like I made the rain (surf)
Scared and I'm gripping the grain (surf)
All of this dripping, ain't drain (surf)
I copped a Bentley Mulsanne
The money been healin' the pain (yeah)
The coupe the same color cocaine
I hope you don't sniff anything (yeah)
She say she like giving me brain
I hope you didn't get her a ring (ring)
In the Clearport, I'm boarding the plane
G6 is known for a king
Overseas, I got plenty of tings
All pretty foreign tings (foreign tings)
Yves Saint Laurent jeans (yeah)
I drop a four in a cream
Surf, surf, surf, surf
Surf, surf, surf, surfin' (whoa)
Surf, surf (yeah), surf, surf (rock)
Surf, surf (whoa), surf (whoa), surfin' (wavy)
These niggas gon' ride the wave (yeah)
Your ass is just like a tank (hey)
These niggas gon' ride the wave (the wave)
I'm 'bout to go fill up a safe (totally, dude)
These niggas gon' ride the wave (the wave)
These niggas gon' copy for days (totally, dude)
These niggas gon' ride the wave (wave)
They tryna find out where I stay (whoa)
Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bad Bad Bad
Wheezy outta here
Rose gold seat on a f*cking helicopter
Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari
Let you ride it in your Rafs and you're bad, bad, bad
No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothing
I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm riding
And I'm sliding in her sideways, now she call me her Zaddy
Rich nigga shit, I bought my thottie a new Patek
Got a model, got a thickie, got a BM, got a stallion
Got a billion dollar corporation, f*ck a Xanny
I got millions to go get and a couple bitches to- uh, yeah
You my dawg 'til we dead, not a question
But I can't f*ck with you like I want 'cause you ratted
Got a million dollars in the wall, in the band'
Got it stepped on, got it hard, got it cracking on her
Half a million, I just did a warm up for
Half a million, uh, uh, mm
I could buy the building
I could rent this shit out and save it for the children
I could dead this shit out and give it to the villains
Somewhere they can hide when they do some killing
All of the rides got grenade ceilings
Loaded with a ride cost a cool million
Rose gold seat on a f*cking helicopter
Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari
Let you ride it in your Rafs and you're bad, bad, bad
No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothing
I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm riding
And I'm sliding in her sideways, now she call me her Zaddy
Paper tag, peanut butter seats, I'm ridin'
I be in the foreign, I f*ck with slime, we tied in (slatt)
Different color Diors on my feet, I couldn't decide which
Never talked about it, she done made herself my side bitch
Trash bag gang, I can put that on Elijah
Streets chose me, I ain't never had to sign up
Then we hittin' bitches in the group, I make 'em line up
Beep, beep, beep, that's me, nigga, get back
Real dope boy, don't know how to work a CashApp
How many you got? I'll send it long, bring the cash out
I been sipping lean, 'bout to pee 'til I pass out
Went to sleep 'partment, woke up in a paradise
Niggas stealin' drip but it don't matter, they don't wear it right
They don't even speak but I can see I got 'em terrified
Double R truck, come through, shit on everybody
Bad, bad, bitch, good head, hit her every night
Rose gold seat on a f*cking helicopter
Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari
Let you ride it in your Rafs and you're bad, bad, bad
No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothing
I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm riding
And I'm sliding in her sideways, now she call me her Zaddy
Take the four doors off of the Jeep (bad, bad, bad)
I ain't doin' no swaps with a freak, uh (bad, bad, bad)
We can handle this shit out in the streets, yeah (bad, bad, bad)
I ain't goin' to a house for a meetin', yeah (bad, bad, bad)
Pull up in a truck, any season
Niggas never comin' out, then we leavin'
How could nigga take a loss if he leavin'?
Quickly take off like I'm LeBron
Rose gold seat on a f*cking helicopter
Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari
Let you ride it in your Rafs and you're bad, bad, bad
No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothing
I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm riding
And I'm sliding in her sideways, now she call me her Zaddy
Rich nigga shit, I bought my thottie a new Patek
Got a model, got a thickie, got a BM, got a stallion
Got a billion dollar corporation, f*ck a Xanny
I got millions to go get and a couple bitches to- uh, yeah
You my dawg 'til we dead, not a question
But I can't f*ck with you like I want 'cause you ratted
Got a million dollars in the wall, in the band'
Got it stepped on, got it hard, got it cracking on her
Half a million, I just did a warm up for
Half a million, uh, uh, mm
I could buy the building
I could rent this shit out and save it for the children
I could dead this shit out and give it to the villains
Somewhere they can hide when they do some killing
All of the rides got grenade ceilings
Loaded with a ride cost a cool million
Rose gold seat on a f*cking helicopter
Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari
Let you ride it in your Rafs and you're bad, bad, bad
No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothing
I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm riding
And I'm sliding in her sideways, now she call me her Zaddy
Paper tag, peanut butter seats, I'm ridin'
I be in the foreign, I f*ck with slime, we tied in (slatt)
Different color Diors on my feet, I couldn't decide which
Never talked about it, she done made herself my side bitch
Trash bag gang, I can put that on Elijah
Streets chose me, I ain't never had to sign up
Then we hittin' bitches in the group, I make 'em line up
Beep, beep, beep, that's me, nigga, get back
Real dope boy, don't know how to work a CashApp
How many you got? I'll send it long, bring the cash out
I been sipping lean, 'bout to pee 'til I pass out
Went to sleep 'partment, woke up in a paradise
Niggas stealin' drip but it don't matter, they don't wear it right
They don't even speak but I can see I got 'em terrified
Double R truck, come through, shit on everybody
Bad, bad, bitch, good head, hit her every night
Rose gold seat on a f*cking helicopter
Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari
Let you ride it in your Rafs and you're bad, bad, bad
No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothing
I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm riding
And I'm sliding in her sideways, now she call me her Zaddy
Take the four doors off of the Jeep (bad, bad, bad)
I ain't doin' no swaps with a freak, uh (bad, bad, bad)
We can handle this shit out in the streets, yeah (bad, bad, bad)
I ain't goin' to a house for a meetin', yeah (bad, bad, bad)
Pull up in a truck, any season
Niggas never comin' out, then we leavin'
How could nigga take a loss if he leavin'?
Quickly take off like I'm LeBron
Writer: Dominique Jones, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Nils Noehden, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Lil Baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah (slatt)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm surfin')
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I told her come switch this shit up, no cap, no cap, whoa (yeah)
Young SEX
F*ck it, buy a pink Mercedes (skrrt)
I made Forbes every year, lil' baby (top the Forbes)
I don't like no long nails on my lady (of course)
Is it true they can't prevail? That I'm shady? (Shady)
White toes in her heels, she the latest (toes)
She got plastic Cartiers, think she made it (she made it)
Sucked it in the car and then my kids met the pavement
Extended pumps and F&Ns like The Matrix (Young SEX)
Diamonds on me wetter than a tub
Shoppin' every day 'cause we used to be f*cked up
Keep a yellow Cinderella on the tuck
My YB's on, ain't no way I'm givin' up
Different color diamonds on me, bitch, I'm dead wrong
And my bitch ain't Saudi Arabian, but her bread long
I got money, niggas doubted, now I'm mad on
Ayy, I got Rollie-Pollies, I'm on two tone
These tenderoni can't get off me, I see (I see)
My slime brothers Pluto, Savage, and YB
Baby, Quavo, Takeoff (Scooter), Offset (Roddy), Uzi (RJ)
Lil Durk (Moses), Meek Mill (Nipsey), Drizzy (Travis) (more names)
Juice World, Plenty, PNB
F*ck it, buy a pink Mercedes (skrrt)
I made Forbes every year, lil' baby
I don't like no long nails on my lady
Is it true they can't prevail? That I'm shady?
White toes in her heels, she the latest (toes)
She got plastic Cartiers, think she made it (she made it)
Sucked it in the car and then my kids met the pavement
Extended pumps and F&Ns like The Matrix (Young SEX)
I keep the exotic drinks and juices by the crates (Young SEX)
She put my cum in her cup like it was shake
I'll never f*ck this bitch again, that was a mistake
I'm Teletubby, diamonds green, blue, white, and grape
I can afford these black diamonds like a spade (oh)
I maneuver through the city with a maid
I got riches and I guard 'em like the Navy
Pin it up and let me drink it like you're naked (let's go)
It don't matter the hoe call up my baby (it don't matter)
Got a lil' money to leave your head on the pavement
Flawless carats got these niggas stand in they places
AR'd up before I come and issue statements (Young SEX)
F*ck it, buy a pink Mercedes (skrrt)
I made Forbes every year, lil' baby (top the Forbes)
I don't like no long nails on my lady (of course)
Is it true they can't prevail? That I'm shady?
White toes in her heels, she the latest (toes)
She got plastic Cartiers, think she made it (she made it)
Sucked it in the car and then my kids met the pavement
Extended pumps and F&Ns like The Matrix
Drippin', drippin' gold (drip), wipe a nigga nose (wipe a nigga nose)
This year I'm goin' back thirty-two goals (on you hoes)
This year I seen thirty-two mil' (yeah)
Last year I popped thirty-five thousand pills (no cap)
Bigger X pill like a ferris wheel (woo)
I go Juntao, blond hair, yeah
Long living like a motherf*ckin' wrestler
If I ask, I know she'll let me live like I'm a bachelor
Mercedes
Baby
Mama I made it
Prevail, I'm shady
Latest
Made it
Pavement
And F&N's
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm surfin')
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I told her come switch this shit up, no cap, no cap, whoa (yeah)
Young SEX
F*ck it, buy a pink Mercedes (skrrt)
I made Forbes every year, lil' baby (top the Forbes)
I don't like no long nails on my lady (of course)
Is it true they can't prevail? That I'm shady? (Shady)
White toes in her heels, she the latest (toes)
She got plastic Cartiers, think she made it (she made it)
Sucked it in the car and then my kids met the pavement
Extended pumps and F&Ns like The Matrix (Young SEX)
Diamonds on me wetter than a tub
Shoppin' every day 'cause we used to be f*cked up
Keep a yellow Cinderella on the tuck
My YB's on, ain't no way I'm givin' up
Different color diamonds on me, bitch, I'm dead wrong
And my bitch ain't Saudi Arabian, but her bread long
I got money, niggas doubted, now I'm mad on
Ayy, I got Rollie-Pollies, I'm on two tone
These tenderoni can't get off me, I see (I see)
My slime brothers Pluto, Savage, and YB
Baby, Quavo, Takeoff (Scooter), Offset (Roddy), Uzi (RJ)
Lil Durk (Moses), Meek Mill (Nipsey), Drizzy (Travis) (more names)
Juice World, Plenty, PNB
F*ck it, buy a pink Mercedes (skrrt)
I made Forbes every year, lil' baby
I don't like no long nails on my lady
Is it true they can't prevail? That I'm shady?
White toes in her heels, she the latest (toes)
She got plastic Cartiers, think she made it (she made it)
Sucked it in the car and then my kids met the pavement
Extended pumps and F&Ns like The Matrix (Young SEX)
I keep the exotic drinks and juices by the crates (Young SEX)
She put my cum in her cup like it was shake
I'll never f*ck this bitch again, that was a mistake
I'm Teletubby, diamonds green, blue, white, and grape
I can afford these black diamonds like a spade (oh)
I maneuver through the city with a maid
I got riches and I guard 'em like the Navy
Pin it up and let me drink it like you're naked (let's go)
It don't matter the hoe call up my baby (it don't matter)
Got a lil' money to leave your head on the pavement
Flawless carats got these niggas stand in they places
AR'd up before I come and issue statements (Young SEX)
F*ck it, buy a pink Mercedes (skrrt)
I made Forbes every year, lil' baby (top the Forbes)
I don't like no long nails on my lady (of course)
Is it true they can't prevail? That I'm shady?
White toes in her heels, she the latest (toes)
She got plastic Cartiers, think she made it (she made it)
Sucked it in the car and then my kids met the pavement
Extended pumps and F&Ns like The Matrix
Drippin', drippin' gold (drip), wipe a nigga nose (wipe a nigga nose)
This year I'm goin' back thirty-two goals (on you hoes)
This year I seen thirty-two mil' (yeah)
Last year I popped thirty-five thousand pills (no cap)
Bigger X pill like a ferris wheel (woo)
I go Juntao, blond hair, yeah
Long living like a motherf*ckin' wrestler
If I ask, I know she'll let me live like I'm a bachelor
Mercedes
Baby
Mama I made it
Prevail, I'm shady
Latest
Made it
Pavement
And F&N's
Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Whats the Move
(BL$$D)
(I just let lil' mama suck me up, girl) I just let lil' mama suck me up
(Is you tryna cry in a Rolls Royce or the bus, girl?) Tryna cry in a Rolls Royce or the bus
(I jumped off the porch and went straight up, girl) straight up, girl
(You can leave your town and head to another world)
What the move?
I'm tired of eyein' you
I'm tired of spyin' on you
'Til the pain last too
I made it rain on you
When it was hard to maintain too
I was playin' games with you
Like you could never play games too (yeah), whoa
You just gotta tell me what you want (tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton, diamonds, keep calm (okay)
All you do is point at what you want (point it out)
Crystal cut pointers in the charm, come on (oh yeah)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff')
Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (woo)
Percy Miller bracelet with the woes (woo)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff')
You make it twerk for me (twerk)
You get a purse from me (whoa whoa)
Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin (eighty thousand)
You get a verse for free (whoa whoa)
I make her worship me (whoa)
Copy it in bursts for me (whoa whoa)
Turn to a P-I-M-P
I make her work for me (oh, ayy)
You don't want the bag, oh, no, no (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make her drop it then pop it and work it on my dogs, uh (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make her shut up then suck it, she f*ckin' at my shows, mm (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make it straight up, she f*ckin', she suckin' at my shows, ayy (oh, no, no, no, no)
Drip, drip
No shoestring my sneaker, won't trip
My jean is so tight they don't fit
Still walk around with a stick on my hip
VVS diamonds right behind my lip
Don't walk with less than fifty on my wrist
Diamonds so cold on my neck, it got me sick
Raf Simons, mix it up with the Rick
Flexin' on these haters who sent me, my bad
Made it from the soil, made it from the Rex
Richer than your first, richer than your last
LUV, know I got the swag
Pop a rubber band, pop another Xan'
I groove around, party pack my hand
I'm seeing double lookin' through my lens
Tell me what you want, I just want your friend (yeah, yuh)
You just gotta tell me what you want (tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton, diamonds, keep calm (okay)
All you do is point at what you want (point it out)
Crystal cut pointers in the charm, come on (oh yeah)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff')
Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (woo)
Percy Miller bracelet with the woes (woo)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff')
You make it twerk for me (twerk)
You get a purse from me (whoa whoa)
Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin (eighty thousand)
You get a verse for free (whoa whoa)
I make her worship me (whoa)
Copy it in bursts for me (whoa whoa)
Turn to a P-I-M-P
I make her work for me (oh, ayy)
You want bag, oh, no, no (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make her drop it then pop it and work it on my dogs, uh (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make her shut up then suck it, she f*ckin' at my shows, mm (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make it straight up, she f*ckin', she suckin' at my shows, ayy (oh, no, no, no, no)
Diamonds, they drip down my wrist
Let's get it, f*ck all the skits, woo
Left wrist sittin' on a brick (left wrist)
Bitch have it locked like a pick (sheesh)
Fittz Park, came for the shit (park K)
Grab a AK for the wrist (grab a brrt, brrt)
Gorilla, rockin' Bape on a bitch (rockin' Bape)
Potential court case on a bitch (bitch)
We livin' state to state on a bitch (we livin' state to state, yeah)
We never ever play with a bitch (we never ever play, no)
Do everything the same on a bitch (never tell the difference)
We known to pick the brains of a bitch (pick brain)
I throw the big B's on a bitch (throw the big B's on her)
I got a few C's on a bitch (got slatt)
I'm in another league on a bitch (grrat)
My diamond 'bout to ski on a bitch (woo)
What's the move? (Ayy)
I'm tired of eyein' you (oh, yeah)
I was tired of spyin' on you
'Til the pain last too (yeah)
Make it rain on you (rain)
It was hard to maintain too, ooh (to maintain)
I was playin' games with you
Like you couldn't play games too (you couldn't play games)
Hey, okay (yeah)
You just gotta tell me what you want (tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton, diamonds, keep calm (okay)
All you do is point at what you want (point it out)
Crystal cut pointers in the charm, come on (oh yeah)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff')
Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (woo)
Percy Miller bracelet with the woes (woo)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff')
You make it twerk for me (twerk)
You get a purse from me (whoa whoa)
Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin (eighty thousand)
You get a verse for free (whoa whoa)
I make her worship me (whoa)
Copy it in bursts for me (whoa whoa)
Turn to a P-I-M-P
I make her work for me (oh, ayy)
You want bag, oh, no, no (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make her drop it then pop it and work it on my dogs, uh (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make her shut up then suck it, she f*ckin' at my shows, mm (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make it straight up, she f*ckin', she suckin' at my shows, ayy (oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
(I just let lil' mama suck me up, girl) I just let lil' mama suck me up
(Is you tryna cry in a Rolls Royce or the bus, girl?) Tryna cry in a Rolls Royce or the bus
(I jumped off the porch and went straight up, girl) straight up, girl
(You can leave your town and head to another world)
What the move?
I'm tired of eyein' you
I'm tired of spyin' on you
'Til the pain last too
I made it rain on you
When it was hard to maintain too
I was playin' games with you
Like you could never play games too (yeah), whoa
You just gotta tell me what you want (tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton, diamonds, keep calm (okay)
All you do is point at what you want (point it out)
Crystal cut pointers in the charm, come on (oh yeah)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff')
Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (woo)
Percy Miller bracelet with the woes (woo)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff')
You make it twerk for me (twerk)
You get a purse from me (whoa whoa)
Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin (eighty thousand)
You get a verse for free (whoa whoa)
I make her worship me (whoa)
Copy it in bursts for me (whoa whoa)
Turn to a P-I-M-P
I make her work for me (oh, ayy)
You don't want the bag, oh, no, no (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make her drop it then pop it and work it on my dogs, uh (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make her shut up then suck it, she f*ckin' at my shows, mm (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make it straight up, she f*ckin', she suckin' at my shows, ayy (oh, no, no, no, no)
Drip, drip
No shoestring my sneaker, won't trip
My jean is so tight they don't fit
Still walk around with a stick on my hip
VVS diamonds right behind my lip
Don't walk with less than fifty on my wrist
Diamonds so cold on my neck, it got me sick
Raf Simons, mix it up with the Rick
Flexin' on these haters who sent me, my bad
Made it from the soil, made it from the Rex
Richer than your first, richer than your last
LUV, know I got the swag
Pop a rubber band, pop another Xan'
I groove around, party pack my hand
I'm seeing double lookin' through my lens
Tell me what you want, I just want your friend (yeah, yuh)
You just gotta tell me what you want (tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton, diamonds, keep calm (okay)
All you do is point at what you want (point it out)
Crystal cut pointers in the charm, come on (oh yeah)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff')
Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (woo)
Percy Miller bracelet with the woes (woo)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff')
You make it twerk for me (twerk)
You get a purse from me (whoa whoa)
Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin (eighty thousand)
You get a verse for free (whoa whoa)
I make her worship me (whoa)
Copy it in bursts for me (whoa whoa)
Turn to a P-I-M-P
I make her work for me (oh, ayy)
You want bag, oh, no, no (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make her drop it then pop it and work it on my dogs, uh (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make her shut up then suck it, she f*ckin' at my shows, mm (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make it straight up, she f*ckin', she suckin' at my shows, ayy (oh, no, no, no, no)
Diamonds, they drip down my wrist
Let's get it, f*ck all the skits, woo
Left wrist sittin' on a brick (left wrist)
Bitch have it locked like a pick (sheesh)
Fittz Park, came for the shit (park K)
Grab a AK for the wrist (grab a brrt, brrt)
Gorilla, rockin' Bape on a bitch (rockin' Bape)
Potential court case on a bitch (bitch)
We livin' state to state on a bitch (we livin' state to state, yeah)
We never ever play with a bitch (we never ever play, no)
Do everything the same on a bitch (never tell the difference)
We known to pick the brains of a bitch (pick brain)
I throw the big B's on a bitch (throw the big B's on her)
I got a few C's on a bitch (got slatt)
I'm in another league on a bitch (grrat)
My diamond 'bout to ski on a bitch (woo)
What's the move? (Ayy)
I'm tired of eyein' you (oh, yeah)
I was tired of spyin' on you
'Til the pain last too (yeah)
Make it rain on you (rain)
It was hard to maintain too, ooh (to maintain)
I was playin' games with you
Like you couldn't play games too (you couldn't play games)
Hey, okay (yeah)
You just gotta tell me what you want (tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton, diamonds, keep calm (okay)
All you do is point at what you want (point it out)
Crystal cut pointers in the charm, come on (oh yeah)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff')
Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (woo)
Percy Miller bracelet with the woes (woo)
Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff')
You make it twerk for me (twerk)
You get a purse from me (whoa whoa)
Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin (eighty thousand)
You get a verse for free (whoa whoa)
I make her worship me (whoa)
Copy it in bursts for me (whoa whoa)
Turn to a P-I-M-P
I make her work for me (oh, ayy)
You want bag, oh, no, no (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make her drop it then pop it and work it on my dogs, uh (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make her shut up then suck it, she f*ckin' at my shows, mm (oh, no, no, no, no)
I make it straight up, she f*ckin', she suckin' at my shows, ayy (oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Nicholas Emory, Symere Woods, Tariq Sharrieff
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, MUSIC BY ATL A PUBLISHING, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, MUSIC BY ATL A PUBLISHING, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
I Bought Her
(DJ Durel) yeah
I bought my bitch a bag
I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag
I bought a lotta ass
My C no longer slashed
R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash
I had to tint the Jag'
She said she don't suck dick
I called that bitch a cab
New York can't go for no bad apple
I promise you'll get stabbed
I told her I go nast'
I give 'em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops
That big, big Birkin bag (that Birk')
I whipped up in Beverly Hills, but it wasn't sushi (that big, big Birkin bag, that Birk')
I couldn't afford her, she was way better at Hooters, ooh (took out a order, whoa)
I gave a forty clip brand new AK to a shooter (shootin' in 4K)
I can get a nigga ass smoked for a bowl of noodles, whoa (I can get your ass smoked)
I gave a forty clip, take to the woadie, the shooter, whoa
I bought a Carbon 15 and it's tall as a ruler
I had the doctor come see, I thought it was voodoo, whoa
I left that car parked outside of the boogaloos, whoa (skrrt)
You don't go need for speed, yeah, I just been movin' 'em (I keep the dope, boom, boom)
I been in Trusletree, and I just been boolin it, yeah (I been to Trustle)
I need to catch me some Zs, 'cause I just been booted up (I need to get me some sleep)
I had your bitch on her knees and I told her toot it up (got your bitch on her knees)
Fish fork aye, I whip my wrist, I deep fry dope, on baby
Acrobatic door Mulsanne I bought my baby
Florida water, pussy pink, I make her basin
Flawless diamonds, some are pink like a Mercedes
I bought my bitch a bag
I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag
I bought a lotta ass
My C no longer slashed
R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash
I had to tint the Jag'
She said she don't suck dick
I called that bitch a cab
New York can't go for no bad apple
I promise you'll get stabbed
I told her I go nast'
I give 'em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops
That big, big Birkin bag
What you finna get? Hundred on my wrist
Hundred on the necklace, hundred on the clip
Hundred on his head, I just splat a flip
Hundred on my bitch, couple of crips
I can never rat, I can stack the chips
I will never f*ck her, I just got the lip
I just gotta love it, I just gotta kill it
I just gave her chrome, I just got a VIP
Hoppin' out a jet, I can get her wet
Louboutin chest, under my neck
I came with the drugs, Hi-Tech
The VVs on my neck, as big as it gets
I came from nothin', too f*ckin' reckless
I'm a slime ball, baby, I'm treacherous
Iced out Hermes belt like a wrestler
F*ck her good, but I never kept her (yeah)
I bought my bitch a bag
I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag
I bought a lotta ass
My C no longer slashed
R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash
I had to tint the Jag'
She said she don't suck dick
I called that bitch a cab
New York can't go for bad apple
I promise you'll get stabbed
I told her I go nast'
I give 'em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops
That big, big Burkin bag (that Birk')
Fish fork, aye, I whip my wrist, I deep fry dope, on baby
Acrobatic door Mulsanne I bought my baby
Florida water, pussy pink, I make her basin
Flawless diamonds, some are pink like a Mercedes
I bought my bitch a bag
I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag
I bought a lotta ass
My C no longer slashed
R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash
I had to tint the Jag'
She said she don't suck dick
I called that bitch a cab
New York can't go for no bad apple
I promise you'll get stabbed
I told her I go nast'
I give 'em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops
That big, big Birkin bag (that Birk')
I whipped up in Beverly Hills, but it wasn't sushi (that big, big Birkin bag, that Birk')
I couldn't afford her, she was way better at Hooters, ooh (took out a order, whoa)
I gave a forty clip brand new AK to a shooter (shootin' in 4K)
I can get a nigga ass smoked for a bowl of noodles, whoa (I can get your ass smoked)
I gave a forty clip, take to the woadie, the shooter, whoa
I bought a Carbon 15 and it's tall as a ruler
I had the doctor come see, I thought it was voodoo, whoa
I left that car parked outside of the boogaloos, whoa (skrrt)
You don't go need for speed, yeah, I just been movin' 'em (I keep the dope, boom, boom)
I been in Trusletree, and I just been boolin it, yeah (I been to Trustle)
I need to catch me some Zs, 'cause I just been booted up (I need to get me some sleep)
I had your bitch on her knees and I told her toot it up (got your bitch on her knees)
Fish fork aye, I whip my wrist, I deep fry dope, on baby
Acrobatic door Mulsanne I bought my baby
Florida water, pussy pink, I make her basin
Flawless diamonds, some are pink like a Mercedes
I bought my bitch a bag
I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag
I bought a lotta ass
My C no longer slashed
R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash
I had to tint the Jag'
She said she don't suck dick
I called that bitch a cab
New York can't go for no bad apple
I promise you'll get stabbed
I told her I go nast'
I give 'em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops
That big, big Birkin bag
What you finna get? Hundred on my wrist
Hundred on the necklace, hundred on the clip
Hundred on his head, I just splat a flip
Hundred on my bitch, couple of crips
I can never rat, I can stack the chips
I will never f*ck her, I just got the lip
I just gotta love it, I just gotta kill it
I just gave her chrome, I just got a VIP
Hoppin' out a jet, I can get her wet
Louboutin chest, under my neck
I came with the drugs, Hi-Tech
The VVs on my neck, as big as it gets
I came from nothin', too f*ckin' reckless
I'm a slime ball, baby, I'm treacherous
Iced out Hermes belt like a wrestler
F*ck her good, but I never kept her (yeah)
I bought my bitch a bag
I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag
I bought a lotta ass
My C no longer slashed
R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash
I had to tint the Jag'
She said she don't suck dick
I called that bitch a cab
New York can't go for bad apple
I promise you'll get stabbed
I told her I go nast'
I give 'em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops
That big, big Burkin bag (that Birk')
Fish fork, aye, I whip my wrist, I deep fry dope, on baby
Acrobatic door Mulsanne I bought my baby
Florida water, pussy pink, I make her basin
Flawless diamonds, some are pink like a Mercedes
Writer: Daryl McPherson, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Martinez Arnold, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Jumped Out the Window
(Hey)
(Hey) (let's go, Mario)
Jumped out the window and I fled on the cops (woo)
Nigga had to run 'cause I had meds in my socks (slatt)
Hit the rocky road, then I led 'em to the projects (whoa)
Whole hood outdoors in the street, they tryna stop 'em (no cap)
F*ck a callin' coppa, f*ck a f*ckin' cock block (yeah)
F*cked her one time, iced baguettes in my socks (yeah)
All them bitches 'round, tryna trick me out my cock (yeah)
Trappin' out a four door, old Carrera with the drop
I been in the trenches with three niggas called pork and beans
Chillin' with the Zoes, that's my family, they my ahks
Cook it watch it roll 'round the pot, then they come shop (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Playin' with the Spider, they pull up and then they chop (rrr)
Niggas 'round here funny, we cook up the bunnies (woo, woo)
I done showed my chest, bitches say they want me
I don't know the rest (yeah), niggas ain't no slimy (hey)
Show you the finesse, everybody 'round me (slatt)
Everywhere I go, I keep that strap like I'm horny (yeah)
Yellow diamonds on me, uh-uh-uh, but I'm not corny (yeah)
I am so not sorry, so don't tell me 'bout your story (uh-uh)
Black and white seats, Ore' (Ore'), five rings, Horry (Horry)
MAC-10 hungry (hungry), you pussies are baloneys (yeah)
I been with your mummy 'cause your daddy a jabroni (ha)
I been in the top room at Tootsie's, they ain't stop me
They know I got money, and I don't want nothing (Uh-uh)
Jumped out the window and I fled on the cops (woo)
Nigga had to run 'cause I had meds in my socks (ayy)
Hit the rocky road, then I led them to the projects (on God)
Whole hood outdoors in the streets, they tryna stop 'em (yeah)
F*ck a callin' coppa, f*ck a f*ckin' cock block (f*ck 'em)
F*cked her one time, iced baguettes in my socks (yeah)
All them bitches 'round, tryna trick me out my cock
Trappin' out a four door, old Carrera with the drop (skrr)
Big baguettes on niggas, it make lil' mama come and pamper me (yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah)
I be with my brodie 'cause he won't let nothing happen to me
I don't want your baby girl, you're nothing but a scam to me
I been ballin' on niggas like D Wade and they can't handle me (woo)
Broke niggas scam to me (yeah-yeah), don't put out my candle leaf
I just hit my groove and now we growin' none but Hercules
I just hit my dawg up, he said he went to church for me (to church)
Ran into the opps, kill 'em 'cause they tryna murder me
My niggas look like Starburst, make 'em all squirt (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Let me shop hoe, I can't buss you in the mall, jerk (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Shoot a nigga hands up like I'm Lil Durk (on God)
I got semi-automatics on the tour bus (woo)
Jumped out the window and I fled on the cops (skrt)
Nigga had to run 'cause I had meds in my socks (ayy)
Hit the rocky road, then I led them to the projects (on God)
Whole hood outdoors in the street, they tryna stop 'em (yeah)
F*ck a callin' coppa, f*ck a f*ckin' cock block (f*ck 'em)
F*cked her one time, iced baguettes in my socks (yeah)
All them bitches 'round, tryna trick me out my cock
Trappin' out a four door, old Carrera with the drop (hey)
(Hey) (let's go, Mario)
Jumped out the window and I fled on the cops (woo)
Nigga had to run 'cause I had meds in my socks (slatt)
Hit the rocky road, then I led 'em to the projects (whoa)
Whole hood outdoors in the street, they tryna stop 'em (no cap)
F*ck a callin' coppa, f*ck a f*ckin' cock block (yeah)
F*cked her one time, iced baguettes in my socks (yeah)
All them bitches 'round, tryna trick me out my cock (yeah)
Trappin' out a four door, old Carrera with the drop
I been in the trenches with three niggas called pork and beans
Chillin' with the Zoes, that's my family, they my ahks
Cook it watch it roll 'round the pot, then they come shop (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Playin' with the Spider, they pull up and then they chop (rrr)
Niggas 'round here funny, we cook up the bunnies (woo, woo)
I done showed my chest, bitches say they want me
I don't know the rest (yeah), niggas ain't no slimy (hey)
Show you the finesse, everybody 'round me (slatt)
Everywhere I go, I keep that strap like I'm horny (yeah)
Yellow diamonds on me, uh-uh-uh, but I'm not corny (yeah)
I am so not sorry, so don't tell me 'bout your story (uh-uh)
Black and white seats, Ore' (Ore'), five rings, Horry (Horry)
MAC-10 hungry (hungry), you pussies are baloneys (yeah)
I been with your mummy 'cause your daddy a jabroni (ha)
I been in the top room at Tootsie's, they ain't stop me
They know I got money, and I don't want nothing (Uh-uh)
Jumped out the window and I fled on the cops (woo)
Nigga had to run 'cause I had meds in my socks (ayy)
Hit the rocky road, then I led them to the projects (on God)
Whole hood outdoors in the streets, they tryna stop 'em (yeah)
F*ck a callin' coppa, f*ck a f*ckin' cock block (f*ck 'em)
F*cked her one time, iced baguettes in my socks (yeah)
All them bitches 'round, tryna trick me out my cock
Trappin' out a four door, old Carrera with the drop (skrr)
Big baguettes on niggas, it make lil' mama come and pamper me (yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah)
I be with my brodie 'cause he won't let nothing happen to me
I don't want your baby girl, you're nothing but a scam to me
I been ballin' on niggas like D Wade and they can't handle me (woo)
Broke niggas scam to me (yeah-yeah), don't put out my candle leaf
I just hit my groove and now we growin' none but Hercules
I just hit my dawg up, he said he went to church for me (to church)
Ran into the opps, kill 'em 'cause they tryna murder me
My niggas look like Starburst, make 'em all squirt (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Let me shop hoe, I can't buss you in the mall, jerk (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Shoot a nigga hands up like I'm Lil Durk (on God)
I got semi-automatics on the tour bus (woo)
Jumped out the window and I fled on the cops (skrt)
Nigga had to run 'cause I had meds in my socks (ayy)
Hit the rocky road, then I led them to the projects (on God)
Whole hood outdoors in the street, they tryna stop 'em (yeah)
F*ck a callin' coppa, f*ck a f*ckin' cock block (f*ck 'em)
F*cked her one time, iced baguettes in my socks (yeah)
All them bitches 'round, tryna trick me out my cock
Trappin' out a four door, old Carrera with the drop (hey)
Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
I'm Scared
Oh, really? Yeah
Oh, really? Yeah (racks)
I'm scared to break the top (why?)
I'm scared to make a mess because I'm watched by the cops (f*ck 'em)
I'm scared to count my blessings 'cause I'm gettin' watched by my opps (foes)
But f*ck it, Lethal Weapon, let it rip from out the top of the drop to his scalp
Now he out like a light
Ayy, every nigga with me slime and sheisty
Stay on the PJ but I don't sight-see (no cap)
Somebody tell Oprah I want wifey (call me)
I know that lil' mama tryna fight me (ayy)
I got slatt engrated in my Nikes
Oh, you caught a body? Doesn't excite me (fool)
All my niggas murderers, you're tiny
Runnin' from the cops in a goddamn Rolls (ayy)
I just cooked a opp on a goddamn stove (cook him)
Shot up the opp block, and I robbed all they stores (yeah)
Slime, do you got clocks? Nigga, twenty times four (let's go)
Robbed him for his dank and his car and gas tank (let's go)
I'ma rob that bank, I'ma, I'ma rob that bank (I'ma rob the bank)
If I hit New York, I take my shank like a Yankee (on God)
They stabbed him and he died, 'cause it's pointy and they yankin' (woo)
Runnin' from the cops in a goddamn Rolls (ayy)
I just cooked a opp on a goddamn stove (cook him)
Runnin' from the cops in a goddamn Rolls (ayy)
I just cooked a opp on a goddamn stove (cook him)
Bitch, straight up out the 6, I don't talk, I just fire (straight up)
Book me for a show, I put a Glock on my rider (on God)
Niggas clout chasing, they don't want smoke, they wanna go viral (21)
I just cooked the opp block in a deep fryer (straight up)
We don't go back and forth, dawg, we really shootin' shit (on God)
Y'all riding 'round like killers, nigga, who the f*ck you hit? (21)
She let me nut in her jaw, I would've hit raw, but she ain't have walls (21)
This ain't middle school, when you sucking on me, please include the balls (on God)
Thirty hanging off my TEC, gang don't tippy-toe, nigga, we step (21)
Richard Mille cost more than all that cheap ass shit sitting 'round your neck (pussy)
Buster, I could've booked you for a show same price that I booked this jet (fool)
12 already know, now they interrogate me if you got hit below the neck (shh)
Runnin' from the cops in a goddamn Rolls (ayy)
I just cooked a opp on a goddamn stove (cook him)
Shot up the opp block, and I robbed all they stores (yeah)
Slime, do you got clocks? Nigga, twenty times four (let's go)
Yeah, nigga flexing money, if I want it, then I'll take it, yeah (Doe Beezy)
Heard y'all run them faces, you ain't heard? I shoot faces, yeah
F*ck shit, better save it, you ain't heard? We don't play it, uh (no cap)
If a nigga had some beef with us, he met the pavement, uh (gang gang, gang)
This that ain't no cap at all, I can't hang around no fraud
Niggas hating 'cause I ball, grrah, problem solved (grrah graah)
Hit your bitch, blow out her walls, I just bust all in her jaws
Bitch, we slimy as they come, my youngin' probably snake his dawg (slatt, slatt)
Cop that Rove' (woo, woo), and that Rolls (woo, woo, skrrt)
All my niggas sick, they wipe your nose (grrt, bah)
Ain't never froze (nah, nah), I blow my pole (boom, boom)
Heard you gangster, it don't count no more, you told (pussy)
No, this Raf shit can't change, we just running up them bands (let's go)
Tryna figure out which opp that's gon' get murdered with my advance (Freebandz)
Popped a pill, it got me geeked up, nigga, catch me when I land (let's go)
Please don't play like I won't hop right off the jet, jump in a minivan (oh really?)
Oh, really? Yeah (racks)
I'm scared to break the top (why?)
I'm scared to make a mess because I'm watched by the cops (f*ck 'em)
I'm scared to count my blessings 'cause I'm gettin' watched by my opps (foes)
But f*ck it, Lethal Weapon, let it rip from out the top of the drop to his scalp
Now he out like a light
Ayy, every nigga with me slime and sheisty
Stay on the PJ but I don't sight-see (no cap)
Somebody tell Oprah I want wifey (call me)
I know that lil' mama tryna fight me (ayy)
I got slatt engrated in my Nikes
Oh, you caught a body? Doesn't excite me (fool)
All my niggas murderers, you're tiny
Runnin' from the cops in a goddamn Rolls (ayy)
I just cooked a opp on a goddamn stove (cook him)
Shot up the opp block, and I robbed all they stores (yeah)
Slime, do you got clocks? Nigga, twenty times four (let's go)
Robbed him for his dank and his car and gas tank (let's go)
I'ma rob that bank, I'ma, I'ma rob that bank (I'ma rob the bank)
If I hit New York, I take my shank like a Yankee (on God)
They stabbed him and he died, 'cause it's pointy and they yankin' (woo)
Runnin' from the cops in a goddamn Rolls (ayy)
I just cooked a opp on a goddamn stove (cook him)
Runnin' from the cops in a goddamn Rolls (ayy)
I just cooked a opp on a goddamn stove (cook him)
Bitch, straight up out the 6, I don't talk, I just fire (straight up)
Book me for a show, I put a Glock on my rider (on God)
Niggas clout chasing, they don't want smoke, they wanna go viral (21)
I just cooked the opp block in a deep fryer (straight up)
We don't go back and forth, dawg, we really shootin' shit (on God)
Y'all riding 'round like killers, nigga, who the f*ck you hit? (21)
She let me nut in her jaw, I would've hit raw, but she ain't have walls (21)
This ain't middle school, when you sucking on me, please include the balls (on God)
Thirty hanging off my TEC, gang don't tippy-toe, nigga, we step (21)
Richard Mille cost more than all that cheap ass shit sitting 'round your neck (pussy)
Buster, I could've booked you for a show same price that I booked this jet (fool)
12 already know, now they interrogate me if you got hit below the neck (shh)
Runnin' from the cops in a goddamn Rolls (ayy)
I just cooked a opp on a goddamn stove (cook him)
Shot up the opp block, and I robbed all they stores (yeah)
Slime, do you got clocks? Nigga, twenty times four (let's go)
Yeah, nigga flexing money, if I want it, then I'll take it, yeah (Doe Beezy)
Heard y'all run them faces, you ain't heard? I shoot faces, yeah
F*ck shit, better save it, you ain't heard? We don't play it, uh (no cap)
If a nigga had some beef with us, he met the pavement, uh (gang gang, gang)
This that ain't no cap at all, I can't hang around no fraud
Niggas hating 'cause I ball, grrah, problem solved (grrah graah)
Hit your bitch, blow out her walls, I just bust all in her jaws
Bitch, we slimy as they come, my youngin' probably snake his dawg (slatt, slatt)
Cop that Rove' (woo, woo), and that Rolls (woo, woo, skrrt)
All my niggas sick, they wipe your nose (grrt, bah)
Ain't never froze (nah, nah), I blow my pole (boom, boom)
Heard you gangster, it don't count no more, you told (pussy)
No, this Raf shit can't change, we just running up them bands (let's go)
Tryna figure out which opp that's gon' get murdered with my advance (Freebandz)
Popped a pill, it got me geeked up, nigga, catch me when I land (let's go)
Please don't play like I won't hop right off the jet, jump in a minivan (oh really?)
Writer: Isam Mostafa, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Cotrell Dennard, Jordan Jenks, Quavious Marshall
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Cartier Gucci Scarf
(48 Hertz)
(That's gon' get me rich)
(Prezzley P. Get you popped, nigga)
(Get your ass popped, boy)
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf, yeah
I came from the top
Big big pointers in the watch, woo
Filled up a party with some thots, woo
Pillsbury Doughboy, where the molly? Yeah
I take the top of that Benz off
I take the top of your girl off
Richards the cost of your Murlock
Untop the top like a tanktop
I was just bringin' the bread out
I pour the syrup out
Mix red with the green like a turtle
And a lil' workout
Ayy, hopped out a Maybach coupe
Inside blue and the Patek came blue, ayy
I'm 'bout to spray your boo
Knock it out the park, you can call me Babe Ruth, ayy
I put the crap on the seat
All red guts, got the crap on the seat, ayy
Paralyze a nigga in the street, yeah
Riding with the carbon on the seat, hey
Pop out a new red Spider, yeah
I bought a new red Spider, bitch
Hit your own mama, don't wife her, yeah
Heard you dance just like her, bitch
I'ma take a bar, Lil Peep, ayy
Yellow school bus in my cheeks, ayy
Rolls Royce stars in the seat, yeah
Stars in the seat, yeah
I'm Justin Bieber-ed up
The Maybach, the coupe, but I keep it tucked
They couldn't stand down when I built it up
I'm riding 'round the town with the semi tucked
I got my bundles up
Back burner if you don't got no tummy tuck
Money only thing make it certain
I'ma come through like Big Worm
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf, yeah
I came from the top
Big big pointers in the watch, woo
Filled up a party with some thots, woo
Pillsbury Doughboy, where the molly? Yeah
I take the top of that Benz off
I take the top of your girl off
Richards the cost of your Murlock
Untop the top like a tanktop
I was just bringin' the bread out
I pour the syrup out
Mix red with the green like a turtle
And a lil' workout
Hey, hoppin' out the Lambo' coupe
I forgot the roof, ballin' like swoosh, hey (swoosh)
Spittin' like I lost a damn tooth
All my dawgs go roof, boy, you cuffin' the swoop, hey (swoop)
I left the streets and I went to the booth
No hesitatin', I'ma shoot, hey
I'm 'bout to get something new
I'ma geek that bitch up, I'ma paint that bitch blue, hey (skkrt)
I'ma leave him dead in the street
Throw him in the river, won't find him for a week, hey
All of my hoes, they freaks (freaks)
She ain't got my money then her ass gettin' beat, bitch
Shoot that bitch up with the stick
Had the Glock in the spot, pretty bitch suckin' my cock
She bad and she know that she got a fat ass
How could I not? Hey (how could I not)
They're screaming my name (name)
They singing my shit all in Spain (Spain)
Kick so much shit, need a cane (kick it)
I'm blowing on good Mary Jane, hey
Look at my mama up
YSL hot as a sauna, we up (sauna, we up)
Up like a Tonka truck (Tonka truck)
Not OJ Mayo, but I get the bucks
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf, yeah
I came from the top
Big big pointers in the watch, woo
Filled up a party with some thots, woo
Pillsbury Doughboy, where the molly? Yeah
I take the top of that Benz off
I take the top of your girl off
Richards the cost of your Murlock
Untop the top like a tanktop
I was just bringin' the bread out
I pour the syrup out
Mix red with the green like a turtle
And a lil' workout
(That's gon' get me rich)
(Prezzley P. Get you popped, nigga)
(Get your ass popped, boy)
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf, yeah
I came from the top
Big big pointers in the watch, woo
Filled up a party with some thots, woo
Pillsbury Doughboy, where the molly? Yeah
I take the top of that Benz off
I take the top of your girl off
Richards the cost of your Murlock
Untop the top like a tanktop
I was just bringin' the bread out
I pour the syrup out
Mix red with the green like a turtle
And a lil' workout
Ayy, hopped out a Maybach coupe
Inside blue and the Patek came blue, ayy
I'm 'bout to spray your boo
Knock it out the park, you can call me Babe Ruth, ayy
I put the crap on the seat
All red guts, got the crap on the seat, ayy
Paralyze a nigga in the street, yeah
Riding with the carbon on the seat, hey
Pop out a new red Spider, yeah
I bought a new red Spider, bitch
Hit your own mama, don't wife her, yeah
Heard you dance just like her, bitch
I'ma take a bar, Lil Peep, ayy
Yellow school bus in my cheeks, ayy
Rolls Royce stars in the seat, yeah
Stars in the seat, yeah
I'm Justin Bieber-ed up
The Maybach, the coupe, but I keep it tucked
They couldn't stand down when I built it up
I'm riding 'round the town with the semi tucked
I got my bundles up
Back burner if you don't got no tummy tuck
Money only thing make it certain
I'ma come through like Big Worm
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf, yeah
I came from the top
Big big pointers in the watch, woo
Filled up a party with some thots, woo
Pillsbury Doughboy, where the molly? Yeah
I take the top of that Benz off
I take the top of your girl off
Richards the cost of your Murlock
Untop the top like a tanktop
I was just bringin' the bread out
I pour the syrup out
Mix red with the green like a turtle
And a lil' workout
Hey, hoppin' out the Lambo' coupe
I forgot the roof, ballin' like swoosh, hey (swoosh)
Spittin' like I lost a damn tooth
All my dawgs go roof, boy, you cuffin' the swoop, hey (swoop)
I left the streets and I went to the booth
No hesitatin', I'ma shoot, hey
I'm 'bout to get something new
I'ma geek that bitch up, I'ma paint that bitch blue, hey (skkrt)
I'ma leave him dead in the street
Throw him in the river, won't find him for a week, hey
All of my hoes, they freaks (freaks)
She ain't got my money then her ass gettin' beat, bitch
Shoot that bitch up with the stick
Had the Glock in the spot, pretty bitch suckin' my cock
She bad and she know that she got a fat ass
How could I not? Hey (how could I not)
They're screaming my name (name)
They singing my shit all in Spain (Spain)
Kick so much shit, need a cane (kick it)
I'm blowing on good Mary Jane, hey
Look at my mama up
YSL hot as a sauna, we up (sauna, we up)
Up like a Tonka truck (Tonka truck)
Not OJ Mayo, but I get the bucks
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf, yeah
I came from the top
Big big pointers in the watch, woo
Filled up a party with some thots, woo
Pillsbury Doughboy, where the molly? Yeah
I take the top of that Benz off
I take the top of your girl off
Richards the cost of your Murlock
Untop the top like a tanktop
I was just bringin' the bread out
I pour the syrup out
Mix red with the green like a turtle
And a lil' workout
Writer: Jeffery Williams, Jonoah Pressley, Martinez Arnold, Richard Deberry
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O CAPASSO, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O CAPASSO, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Big Tipper
(Southside on the track, yeah)
(808 Mafia) Hey
I can tiptoe in her pussy like a Loub, Chanel (ayy)
Harriet Tubman twenties, weigh 'em up on the scale (ayy)
Hair down to her ass, caught her like Odell (hey)
All my hoes get Rollie Pollies, mines up on the shelf (let's go)
Kicked out the hotel, we smoking gas, who else, nigga?
Flooded belt buckle like a wrestler, yes, nigga
Better not try to tell me what you seen a nigga doin'
She not f*ckin' with me, then her life is probably ruined
We can leave America and we can make a movie
Every single diamond on me dancing like a movie
Make lil' mama nut inside her pants just like a movie
Abracadaba, tight pussy, need a toothpick
Throw away the fives, and some of the dimes, and then I got twenties and up
I come with the vibes and some of the guys and I got a flooded Patek
I peep how you slide, I peep how you ride, and now they goin' off with your head
They know the reward's a hundred racks so they gon' do all that they can
Don't tell me you ridin' if you not gon' ride, we don't got no time for that playin'
We don't come disguised, we gangsters for life, my nigga, we showin' our hands
I had turned the vibe, my lil' wife, she'll never be single again
They hate and throw rice, we richer for life, I used to serve ice, yikes (hey)
Big tipper, Big, Big Dipper
King spiller, bitch, king dripper
King killer, King, Godzilla
F*ck her every week, still ain't seen me, Marshmello
King Kuba, King Tut, Kuba
Black truck pull up on you just like Uber
Okay, I f*ck her every night and she still ain't seen my eyes, ayy
I don't know the vibes so I introduce the ice
My lil' shawty hit a lick out a bando (yeah)
Shawty came through 'bout tall as a man, whoa (aw, yeah)
She won't come to you, ask, yes, you can go (hey)
I got hitters on 175th, Chicago (let's play)
Man, the feds done got my M's up, I'm gon' on
She got hit by the whole gang, her pussy jumped on (woo)
Baby, tell me what you prayin' for (uh)
That shit cap 'cause I'm the real McCoy (yeah)
White diamonds on me, bitch, I'm pale
I got a baddie, fine, out of Israel
I keep like twenty pints of Actavis double sealed
I keep some Dubai shit on deck when I'm on chill, hey
I can tiptoe in her pussy like a Loub, Chanel (ayy)
Harriet Tubman twenties, weigh 'em up on the scale (ayy)
Hair down to her ass, caught her like Odell (hey)
All my hoes get Rollie Pollies, mines up on the shelf (let's go)
Yeah, I throw them racks on the blade
My baby, she mad, want me stay out of there, yeah
I drip this shit with Lil Gotit
We matching the shoes, the belt, yeah
Niggas, they know I'm the topic
They takin' they shot like the ref, yeah
Soon as you think you gon' try me
They leaving you dead in your step
Ridin' 'round like the army, we trippin' cars like Kyrie
My hoe want a Percocet, she pop more than you and me
Man, that pussy too wet, I don't care if she don't wanna top me
And state your number, I don't care if you don't call me
I want big racks, (let's go) I'm up early morning
These niggas big cat (pussy), yeah, they tellin' on you
Yeah, the Hellcat roll up, Keed be ridin' on 'em
Wanna beef, I pay the cash, I ain't got time for you, no cap, no cap
Big tipper, Big, Big Dipper
King spiller, bitch, king dripper
King killer, King, Godzilla
F*ck her every week, still ain't seen me, Marshmello
King Kuba, King Tut, Kuba
Black truck pull up on you just like Uber
'Kay, I f*ck her every night and she still ain't seen my eyes, ayy
I don't know the vibes so I introduce the ice
(808 Mafia) Hey
I can tiptoe in her pussy like a Loub, Chanel (ayy)
Harriet Tubman twenties, weigh 'em up on the scale (ayy)
Hair down to her ass, caught her like Odell (hey)
All my hoes get Rollie Pollies, mines up on the shelf (let's go)
Kicked out the hotel, we smoking gas, who else, nigga?
Flooded belt buckle like a wrestler, yes, nigga
Better not try to tell me what you seen a nigga doin'
She not f*ckin' with me, then her life is probably ruined
We can leave America and we can make a movie
Every single diamond on me dancing like a movie
Make lil' mama nut inside her pants just like a movie
Abracadaba, tight pussy, need a toothpick
Throw away the fives, and some of the dimes, and then I got twenties and up
I come with the vibes and some of the guys and I got a flooded Patek
I peep how you slide, I peep how you ride, and now they goin' off with your head
They know the reward's a hundred racks so they gon' do all that they can
Don't tell me you ridin' if you not gon' ride, we don't got no time for that playin'
We don't come disguised, we gangsters for life, my nigga, we showin' our hands
I had turned the vibe, my lil' wife, she'll never be single again
They hate and throw rice, we richer for life, I used to serve ice, yikes (hey)
Big tipper, Big, Big Dipper
King spiller, bitch, king dripper
King killer, King, Godzilla
F*ck her every week, still ain't seen me, Marshmello
King Kuba, King Tut, Kuba
Black truck pull up on you just like Uber
Okay, I f*ck her every night and she still ain't seen my eyes, ayy
I don't know the vibes so I introduce the ice
My lil' shawty hit a lick out a bando (yeah)
Shawty came through 'bout tall as a man, whoa (aw, yeah)
She won't come to you, ask, yes, you can go (hey)
I got hitters on 175th, Chicago (let's play)
Man, the feds done got my M's up, I'm gon' on
She got hit by the whole gang, her pussy jumped on (woo)
Baby, tell me what you prayin' for (uh)
That shit cap 'cause I'm the real McCoy (yeah)
White diamonds on me, bitch, I'm pale
I got a baddie, fine, out of Israel
I keep like twenty pints of Actavis double sealed
I keep some Dubai shit on deck when I'm on chill, hey
I can tiptoe in her pussy like a Loub, Chanel (ayy)
Harriet Tubman twenties, weigh 'em up on the scale (ayy)
Hair down to her ass, caught her like Odell (hey)
All my hoes get Rollie Pollies, mines up on the shelf (let's go)
Yeah, I throw them racks on the blade
My baby, she mad, want me stay out of there, yeah
I drip this shit with Lil Gotit
We matching the shoes, the belt, yeah
Niggas, they know I'm the topic
They takin' they shot like the ref, yeah
Soon as you think you gon' try me
They leaving you dead in your step
Ridin' 'round like the army, we trippin' cars like Kyrie
My hoe want a Percocet, she pop more than you and me
Man, that pussy too wet, I don't care if she don't wanna top me
And state your number, I don't care if you don't call me
I want big racks, (let's go) I'm up early morning
These niggas big cat (pussy), yeah, they tellin' on you
Yeah, the Hellcat roll up, Keed be ridin' on 'em
Wanna beef, I pay the cash, I ain't got time for you, no cap, no cap
Big tipper, Big, Big Dipper
King spiller, bitch, king dripper
King killer, King, Godzilla
F*ck her every week, still ain't seen me, Marshmello
King Kuba, King Tut, Kuba
Black truck pull up on you just like Uber
'Kay, I f*ck her every night and she still ain't seen my eyes, ayy
I don't know the vibes so I introduce the ice
Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Raqhid Render
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Pussy
(808 my crew) You's a pussy nigga, you's a pussy (Southside)
You's a pussy nigga, you's a, you's a pussy (Pyrex whipper)
Let her suck all on your neck, you's a big pussy
You didn't really get her wet, 'cause you're big pussy (whoa)
Nigga shootin' a jammin' TEC, 'cause you're big pussy (whoa)
You'll get fingered with a clip, you's a big pussy (whoa)
Let a nigga snatch your necklace, you're big pussy
I rock all water baguettes on you big pussies
It's a pussy, pussy, wussy
It's a pussy, wussy, pussy (woo)
Bal Harbours, and I was fresh out of charters
Louis V joggers, green Birkin, that Frogger
She with that nose bleed
She was gettin' high as she 'posed to be
I'm in another league
Whenever I ride, they notice me
She gave her throat to me
I bought her a big face Rollie
She breakin' your code with me
I bought her the rose gold rosary
Jump in the back, this is a bullet proof 'Lac
Five hunnid racks, baby said, "Don't get fat"
Extra racks, what I charge 'em to cook up is crack
Who been in the sack? 'Bout to set up a lil' mouse trap
You's a pussy nigga, you's a pussy
You's a pussy nigga, you's a, you's a pussy (whoa)
Let her suck all on your neck, you's a big pussy (whoa)
You didn't really get her wet, 'cause you're big pussy (whoa)
Nigga shootin' a jammin' TEC, 'cause you're big pussy
You'll get fingered with a clip, you's a big pussy
Let a nigga snatch your necklace, you're big pussy
I rock all water baguettes on you big pussies
That's your man, yeah, hurry, pull off in a Hellcat
He owe me bands, suck you some dick or I'm shooting your mans, jack
She in the back, but she went dark in the nat, jack
She drink the nut, yeah, she don't be spitting out nothing, jack
You's a pussy nigga
You's a pussy
You's a pussy nigga (it's a, pussy, wussy, pussy)
You's a, you's a pussy (it's a, pussy, wussy, pussy)
Let her suck all on your neck, you's a big pussy (it's a, pussy, wussy, pussy)
You didn't really get her wet, 'cause you're big pussy (broke)
Nigga shouldn't jammed that TEC 'cause you're big pussy (broke)
You'll get fingered with a clip, you's a big pussy (broke)
Let a nigga snatch your neck 'cause you're big pussy
I rock all water baguettes on you big pussies
It's a, pussy, wussy, pussy
It's a, pussy, wussy, pussy
It's a, pussy, pussy, pussy
It's a, pussy, pussy, pussy
You's a pussy nigga, you's a, you's a pussy (Pyrex whipper)
Let her suck all on your neck, you's a big pussy
You didn't really get her wet, 'cause you're big pussy (whoa)
Nigga shootin' a jammin' TEC, 'cause you're big pussy (whoa)
You'll get fingered with a clip, you's a big pussy (whoa)
Let a nigga snatch your necklace, you're big pussy
I rock all water baguettes on you big pussies
It's a pussy, pussy, wussy
It's a pussy, wussy, pussy (woo)
Bal Harbours, and I was fresh out of charters
Louis V joggers, green Birkin, that Frogger
She with that nose bleed
She was gettin' high as she 'posed to be
I'm in another league
Whenever I ride, they notice me
She gave her throat to me
I bought her a big face Rollie
She breakin' your code with me
I bought her the rose gold rosary
Jump in the back, this is a bullet proof 'Lac
Five hunnid racks, baby said, "Don't get fat"
Extra racks, what I charge 'em to cook up is crack
Who been in the sack? 'Bout to set up a lil' mouse trap
You's a pussy nigga, you's a pussy
You's a pussy nigga, you's a, you's a pussy (whoa)
Let her suck all on your neck, you's a big pussy (whoa)
You didn't really get her wet, 'cause you're big pussy (whoa)
Nigga shootin' a jammin' TEC, 'cause you're big pussy
You'll get fingered with a clip, you's a big pussy
Let a nigga snatch your necklace, you're big pussy
I rock all water baguettes on you big pussies
That's your man, yeah, hurry, pull off in a Hellcat
He owe me bands, suck you some dick or I'm shooting your mans, jack
She in the back, but she went dark in the nat, jack
She drink the nut, yeah, she don't be spitting out nothing, jack
You's a pussy nigga
You's a pussy
You's a pussy nigga (it's a, pussy, wussy, pussy)
You's a, you's a pussy (it's a, pussy, wussy, pussy)
Let her suck all on your neck, you's a big pussy (it's a, pussy, wussy, pussy)
You didn't really get her wet, 'cause you're big pussy (broke)
Nigga shouldn't jammed that TEC 'cause you're big pussy (broke)
You'll get fingered with a clip, you's a big pussy (broke)
Let a nigga snatch your neck 'cause you're big pussy
I rock all water baguettes on you big pussies
It's a, pussy, wussy, pussy
It's a, pussy, wussy, pussy
It's a, pussy, pussy, pussy
It's a, pussy, pussy, pussy
Writer: Bryan Simmons, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Joshua Luellen
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Circle of Bosses
Wheezy outta here
Wee, woo
Woo, ooh, ooh
Divide the shooters (divide)
Then split up the house (split it up)
Intruder, the West Wing (intruder)
They knockin' you off (blaow)
The AP a mil', the baguette is spilled
Just look at the frost (look at the 'guetty)
Pull all of my whips out
I make the North look a little awesome (skrrt, skrrt)
The circle of bosses (go)
Pussy, you better not cross us (circle of bosses)
We asked your bitch (yeah)
Her pussy be wetter than faucets (ask, ask)
I close my fist (close)
My ice, it make an announcement (ice, ice)
I raise a brick (brick)
Make her go hike on a mountain (uh)
She got Eliantte on her neck
Light blue, all the hunduns, let it spread
I told her it's nap time, with the red
Rolls Royce, Forgiato, what I said
Sippin' lean, but got no sinus
I could turn to a mad scientist
Board a jet in like any climate
Bitches tryna come over and dine in
Throw eleven like Matt Ryan
Most my bitches and me are tied in
Hurt her heart with no Neosporin, then
I'ma watch it like WiFi
Clear water on her neck, nigga, don't see a shark (ice, splash)
Back to back, double R trucks, no key to park it (double R)
Name the location, we mark it (hey)
We gotta move the smartest (move)
I got a K in my office (brra)
You ever seen a carcass? (Body)
Growed up to be an arsoner (fire)
Breathin' out fire, like oxygen
Mclaren, it came equipped (skrrt)
Pressin' the gas, and exhaust the whip
We get the strain and dip (strain)
Can't pull up on me, come get your chips (cash)
Heard the car got flipped (flipped)
They might pull up on you with sticks in the Lyft
Hey, I'm countin' these racks up in the bed
I still took the pill, didn't know what it said
They caterin' Activis at the weddin'
I travel with the Draco or the 'chete
You think that she straight
I'm turnin' her gay, got her kissin' a lady
She quiet as kept
I slap on her face and bite on her lips
My closet silk
The Maybach outside, and the floor is equipped
I don't recept'
No receptionists, I don't accept
Tall, red shit, yeah, she inspire me
Woo, flavor, no freak, make a bitch shine my teeth
Teeth, we don't want peace, yeah, we're clearly young beasts
Oh, oh, oh, I gotta speed, baby, this a Lamborghini (whoa)
Woo, I don't need a seat, I'd rather run through the streets
Woo, hunnid K a week, livin' at the Grand Marquis
Woo, how much I can eat? I gotta see
Woo, I gotta see, I was at the Grand Marquis
Divide the shooters (divide)
Then split up the house (split it up)
Intruder, the West Wing (intruder)
They knockin' you off (blaow)
The AP a mil', the baguette is spilled
Just look at the frost (look at the 'guetty)
Pull all of my whips out
I make the North look a little awesome (skrrt, skrrt)
The circle of bosses (go)
Pussy, you better not cross us (circle of bosses)
We asked your bitch (yeah)
Her pussy be wetter than faucets (ask, ask)
I close my fist (close)
My ice, it make an announcement (ice, ice)
I raise a brick (brick)
Make her go hike on a mountain (uh)
Wee, woo
Woo, ooh, ooh
Divide the shooters (divide)
Then split up the house (split it up)
Intruder, the West Wing (intruder)
They knockin' you off (blaow)
The AP a mil', the baguette is spilled
Just look at the frost (look at the 'guetty)
Pull all of my whips out
I make the North look a little awesome (skrrt, skrrt)
The circle of bosses (go)
Pussy, you better not cross us (circle of bosses)
We asked your bitch (yeah)
Her pussy be wetter than faucets (ask, ask)
I close my fist (close)
My ice, it make an announcement (ice, ice)
I raise a brick (brick)
Make her go hike on a mountain (uh)
She got Eliantte on her neck
Light blue, all the hunduns, let it spread
I told her it's nap time, with the red
Rolls Royce, Forgiato, what I said
Sippin' lean, but got no sinus
I could turn to a mad scientist
Board a jet in like any climate
Bitches tryna come over and dine in
Throw eleven like Matt Ryan
Most my bitches and me are tied in
Hurt her heart with no Neosporin, then
I'ma watch it like WiFi
Clear water on her neck, nigga, don't see a shark (ice, splash)
Back to back, double R trucks, no key to park it (double R)
Name the location, we mark it (hey)
We gotta move the smartest (move)
I got a K in my office (brra)
You ever seen a carcass? (Body)
Growed up to be an arsoner (fire)
Breathin' out fire, like oxygen
Mclaren, it came equipped (skrrt)
Pressin' the gas, and exhaust the whip
We get the strain and dip (strain)
Can't pull up on me, come get your chips (cash)
Heard the car got flipped (flipped)
They might pull up on you with sticks in the Lyft
Hey, I'm countin' these racks up in the bed
I still took the pill, didn't know what it said
They caterin' Activis at the weddin'
I travel with the Draco or the 'chete
You think that she straight
I'm turnin' her gay, got her kissin' a lady
She quiet as kept
I slap on her face and bite on her lips
My closet silk
The Maybach outside, and the floor is equipped
I don't recept'
No receptionists, I don't accept
Tall, red shit, yeah, she inspire me
Woo, flavor, no freak, make a bitch shine my teeth
Teeth, we don't want peace, yeah, we're clearly young beasts
Oh, oh, oh, I gotta speed, baby, this a Lamborghini (whoa)
Woo, I don't need a seat, I'd rather run through the streets
Woo, hunnid K a week, livin' at the Grand Marquis
Woo, how much I can eat? I gotta see
Woo, I gotta see, I was at the Grand Marquis
Divide the shooters (divide)
Then split up the house (split it up)
Intruder, the West Wing (intruder)
They knockin' you off (blaow)
The AP a mil', the baguette is spilled
Just look at the frost (look at the 'guetty)
Pull all of my whips out
I make the North look a little awesome (skrrt, skrrt)
The circle of bosses (go)
Pussy, you better not cross us (circle of bosses)
We asked your bitch (yeah)
Her pussy be wetter than faucets (ask, ask)
I close my fist (close)
My ice, it make an announcement (ice, ice)
I raise a brick (brick)
Make her go hike on a mountain (uh)
Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Mannequin Challenge
You good, T-Minus? (uh)
The Rolls Royce is grey, I've been callin' it granny
I copped the Lamb' truck, and that bitch panoramic (skrt)
Gon' f*ckin' on lil' shawty momma and granny
I'm takin' her space and that squish me like sandwiches (they squish)
F*ck what I did, and f*ck all the damage
I'm tryna kill you, and your kid, and your mami (brr)
I just told the judge, "Man, f*ck what you talkin'"
And f*ck what you sayin', I'm smokin' these whammies (hah)
These Perkys, these Xannies, I'm pourin' up this Actavis (woo)
I'm failin' this test every time (yeah)
I fingered this hoe while we ridin' (yeah)
I'm 'bout to expose you with rhymes (yeah)
I came out the zoo with these guys (yeah)
I slept in the woods with the guys (yeah)
Get out the way when they come (yeah)
Of course, the whole crew with the shine (woo)
I just did a week in jail, and I caught me three new bitches (no cap)
Before you knew Dapper Dan, bitch I was grandpa drippin' (on God)
I had a million dollars stashed away, in a spot on the west side (woo)
I bulletproofed the whole car, the stickers on the windows and all of the tires (yeah)
I gave a million dollars to my dawg, now a nigga worldwide (yeah)
Yeah, I got a collar on my hoes
I'm puttin' diamonds on her toes
Nigga, we came from cookin' noodles on the stove (woo, woo, woo)
The Rolls Royce is grey, I've been callin' it granny
I copped the Lamb' truck, and that bitch panoramic (skrt)
Gon' f*ckin' on lil' shawty momma and granny
I'm takin' her space and that squish me like sandwiches (they squish)
F*ck what I did, and f*ck all the damage
I'm tryna kill you, and your kid, and your mami (brr)
I just told the judge, "Man, f*ck what you talkin'"
And f*ck what you sayin', I'm smokin' these whammies (hah)
These Perkys, these Xannies, I'm pourin' up this Actavis (woo)
I'm failin' this test every time (yeah)
I fingered this hoe while we ridin' (yeah)
I'm 'bout to expose you with rhymes (yeah)
I came out the zoo with these guys (yeah)
I slept in the woods with the guys (yeah)
Get out the way when they come (yeah)
Of course, the whole crew with the shine (woo)
Off on the Perc and the Xan' again, yeah (woah, woah, woah, yeah)
Walk in the sky like I'm Anakin, yeah (woah, woah, woah, yeah)
Double G on me like a mannequin, yeah (woah, woah, woah, yeah)
Make 'em freeze like a mannequin challenge in here (uh huh, uh huh, yeah)
Me and slatt dealin' the damage (yeah)
Kidnap the children and murder the parents (yeah)
I went to Mexico, I brought the pesos (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
F*cked her say, "Hola", I'm screamin' in Spanish (yeah, chk-chk, grra)
I got the tool, no Handy Manny
You'll get jacked, son, like you Randy (grra)
I told the bitch to go swallow my kids
I don't even wanna have no family (yeah)
It's me and Thugger, we rulin' the planet, yeah
We goin' harder than granite
Money old enough to f*ck up your granny, yeah
I might go f*ck on your granny (slatt)
The Rolls Royce is grey, I've been callin' it granny
I copped the Lamb' truck, and that bitch panoramic (skrt)
Gon' f*ckin' on lil' shawty momma and granny
I'm takin' her space and that squish me like sandwiches (they squish)
F*ck what I did, and f*ck all the damage
I'm tryna kill you, and your kid, and your mami (brr)
I just told the judge, "Man, f*ck what you talkin'"
And f*ck what you sayin', I'm smokin' these whammies (hah)
These Perkys, these Xannies, I'm pourin' up this Actavis (woo)
I'm failin' this test every time (yeah)
I fingered this hoe while we ridin' (yeah)
I'm 'bout to expose you with rhymes (yeah)
I came out the zoo with these guys (yeah)
I slept in the woods with the guys (yeah)
Get out the way when they come (yeah)
Of course, the whole crew with the shine (woo)
The Rolls Royce is grey, I've been callin' it granny
I copped the Lamb' truck, and that bitch panoramic (skrt)
Gon' f*ckin' on lil' shawty momma and granny
I'm takin' her space and that squish me like sandwiches (they squish)
F*ck what I did, and f*ck all the damage
I'm tryna kill you, and your kid, and your mami (brr)
I just told the judge, "Man, f*ck what you talkin'"
And f*ck what you sayin', I'm smokin' these whammies (hah)
These Perkys, these Xannies, I'm pourin' up this Actavis (woo)
I'm failin' this test every time (yeah)
I fingered this hoe while we ridin' (yeah)
I'm 'bout to expose you with rhymes (yeah)
I came out the zoo with these guys (yeah)
I slept in the woods with the guys (yeah)
Get out the way when they come (yeah)
Of course, the whole crew with the shine (woo)
I just did a week in jail, and I caught me three new bitches (no cap)
Before you knew Dapper Dan, bitch I was grandpa drippin' (on God)
I had a million dollars stashed away, in a spot on the west side (woo)
I bulletproofed the whole car, the stickers on the windows and all of the tires (yeah)
I gave a million dollars to my dawg, now a nigga worldwide (yeah)
Yeah, I got a collar on my hoes
I'm puttin' diamonds on her toes
Nigga, we came from cookin' noodles on the stove (woo, woo, woo)
The Rolls Royce is grey, I've been callin' it granny
I copped the Lamb' truck, and that bitch panoramic (skrt)
Gon' f*ckin' on lil' shawty momma and granny
I'm takin' her space and that squish me like sandwiches (they squish)
F*ck what I did, and f*ck all the damage
I'm tryna kill you, and your kid, and your mami (brr)
I just told the judge, "Man, f*ck what you talkin'"
And f*ck what you sayin', I'm smokin' these whammies (hah)
These Perkys, these Xannies, I'm pourin' up this Actavis (woo)
I'm failin' this test every time (yeah)
I fingered this hoe while we ridin' (yeah)
I'm 'bout to expose you with rhymes (yeah)
I came out the zoo with these guys (yeah)
I slept in the woods with the guys (yeah)
Get out the way when they come (yeah)
Of course, the whole crew with the shine (woo)
Off on the Perc and the Xan' again, yeah (woah, woah, woah, yeah)
Walk in the sky like I'm Anakin, yeah (woah, woah, woah, yeah)
Double G on me like a mannequin, yeah (woah, woah, woah, yeah)
Make 'em freeze like a mannequin challenge in here (uh huh, uh huh, yeah)
Me and slatt dealin' the damage (yeah)
Kidnap the children and murder the parents (yeah)
I went to Mexico, I brought the pesos (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
F*cked her say, "Hola", I'm screamin' in Spanish (yeah, chk-chk, grra)
I got the tool, no Handy Manny
You'll get jacked, son, like you Randy (grra)
I told the bitch to go swallow my kids
I don't even wanna have no family (yeah)
It's me and Thugger, we rulin' the planet, yeah
We goin' harder than granite
Money old enough to f*ck up your granny, yeah
I might go f*ck on your granny (slatt)
The Rolls Royce is grey, I've been callin' it granny
I copped the Lamb' truck, and that bitch panoramic (skrt)
Gon' f*ckin' on lil' shawty momma and granny
I'm takin' her space and that squish me like sandwiches (they squish)
F*ck what I did, and f*ck all the damage
I'm tryna kill you, and your kid, and your mami (brr)
I just told the judge, "Man, f*ck what you talkin'"
And f*ck what you sayin', I'm smokin' these whammies (hah)
These Perkys, these Xannies, I'm pourin' up this Actavis (woo)
I'm failin' this test every time (yeah)
I fingered this hoe while we ridin' (yeah)
I'm 'bout to expose you with rhymes (yeah)
I came out the zoo with these guys (yeah)
I slept in the woods with the guys (yeah)
Get out the way when they come (yeah)
Of course, the whole crew with the shine (woo)
Writer: Jarad Higgins, Jeffery Lamar Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Boy Back
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Got rackity-rack-rack-racks in my knapity-sack-sack-sack (yeah, racks)
Ever since Tap-Tap-Tap, I feel like the brown boy back-back-back (I'm back)
Prada shoes with the strap, in every color, I'm proud of that (proud of that)
All they see is success but they don't know where I started at
I can't take no days off, I got money I gotta get (no)
Hit the gas and I take off, pipes be cracklin' when I shift (skrrt)
It's clear as you can see, got a big bankroll on me (racks)
Got a coupe, got power seats, three months before release
Tattoos under my sleeve (yeah)
Got nigga old girl on her knees (yeah)
I spent a hundred thousand dollars on trees (and what?)
I spent a whole 'nother hundred on tees (woo)
She got hair all down to her knees
Now I call her Maybelline (no cap)
I got a cougar bitch in my driveway
Tryna make a nigga pay her lease (swear)
Trap, trappin', trappin'
Whole lot of bales and bricks, Ikea
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I just been sippin' on lean, they don't see us
I would never trap
I was tryna rob him and his dealer
Never goin' back
Switchin' my shit like Ron Artest (switch it up)
Rickity-rack-rack-racks
Throwin' off the Maybach hatch-hatch-hatch
I've been on set-set-set
Throw it down the field, no crack back-back, ooh
Ran up my sack-sack-sack
I done went and bought all the set-set-sets (slatt)
Duck tape the patch-patch-patch (slatt)
Three-hundred horse on the Cadillac, whoa
Got rackity-rack-rack-racks in my knapity-sack-sack-sack (yeah, racks)
Ever since Tap-Tap-Tap, I feel like the brown boy back-back-back (I'm back)
Prada shoes with the strap, in every color, I'm proud of that (proud of that)
All they see is success but they don't know where I started at
I can't take no days off, I got money I gotta get (no)
Hit the gas and I take off, pipes be cracklin' when I shift (skrrt)
It's clear as you can see, got a big bankroll on me (racks)
Got a coupe, got power seats, three months before release
Rackin' up Krispy Cream
Every day I wear crispy tee
I know you ain't gettin' no cheese
Your shoe tongue ain't got no C's
All my diamonds cold, on freeze
Got designer A to Z
I know B's and I know C's
Make your bitch fall in love with a G
Now I don't wanna wear no J's
Pointers in the Cartiers on my face
Stackin' up for my future
Came up livin' day to day
Should I buy a new watch? I just made a hundred racks today
Gucci my tube socks, I got a different pair for every day
I can't get no sleep, I got some habits I gotta kick
I been drippin' all week, minimum three thousand on my 'fit
When you work for a boss like me, there's lots of advantages
In my wildest dreams, I don't think that I could imagine this
Got rackity-rack-rack-racks in my knapity-sack-sack-sack (yeah, racks)
Ever since Tap-Tap-Tap, I feel like the brown boy back-back-back (I'm back)
Prada shoes with the strap, in every color, I'm proud of that (proud of that)
All they see is success but they don't know where I started at
I can't take no days off, I got money I gotta get (no)
Hit the gas and I take off, pipes be cracklin' when I shift (skrrt)
It's clear as you can see, got a big bankroll on me (racks)
Got a coupe, got power seats, three months before release
Got rackity-rack-rack-racks in my knapity-sack-sack-sack (yeah, racks)
Ever since Tap-Tap-Tap, I feel like the brown boy back-back-back (I'm back)
Prada shoes with the strap, in every color, I'm proud of that (proud of that)
All they see is success but they don't know where I started at
I can't take no days off, I got money I gotta get (no)
Hit the gas and I take off, pipes be cracklin' when I shift (skrrt)
It's clear as you can see, got a big bankroll on me (racks)
Got a coupe, got power seats, three months before release
Tattoos under my sleeve (yeah)
Got nigga old girl on her knees (yeah)
I spent a hundred thousand dollars on trees (and what?)
I spent a whole 'nother hundred on tees (woo)
She got hair all down to her knees
Now I call her Maybelline (no cap)
I got a cougar bitch in my driveway
Tryna make a nigga pay her lease (swear)
Trap, trappin', trappin'
Whole lot of bales and bricks, Ikea
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I just been sippin' on lean, they don't see us
I would never trap
I was tryna rob him and his dealer
Never goin' back
Switchin' my shit like Ron Artest (switch it up)
Rickity-rack-rack-racks
Throwin' off the Maybach hatch-hatch-hatch
I've been on set-set-set
Throw it down the field, no crack back-back, ooh
Ran up my sack-sack-sack
I done went and bought all the set-set-sets (slatt)
Duck tape the patch-patch-patch (slatt)
Three-hundred horse on the Cadillac, whoa
Got rackity-rack-rack-racks in my knapity-sack-sack-sack (yeah, racks)
Ever since Tap-Tap-Tap, I feel like the brown boy back-back-back (I'm back)
Prada shoes with the strap, in every color, I'm proud of that (proud of that)
All they see is success but they don't know where I started at
I can't take no days off, I got money I gotta get (no)
Hit the gas and I take off, pipes be cracklin' when I shift (skrrt)
It's clear as you can see, got a big bankroll on me (racks)
Got a coupe, got power seats, three months before release
Rackin' up Krispy Cream
Every day I wear crispy tee
I know you ain't gettin' no cheese
Your shoe tongue ain't got no C's
All my diamonds cold, on freeze
Got designer A to Z
I know B's and I know C's
Make your bitch fall in love with a G
Now I don't wanna wear no J's
Pointers in the Cartiers on my face
Stackin' up for my future
Came up livin' day to day
Should I buy a new watch? I just made a hundred racks today
Gucci my tube socks, I got a different pair for every day
I can't get no sleep, I got some habits I gotta kick
I been drippin' all week, minimum three thousand on my 'fit
When you work for a boss like me, there's lots of advantages
In my wildest dreams, I don't think that I could imagine this
Got rackity-rack-rack-racks in my knapity-sack-sack-sack (yeah, racks)
Ever since Tap-Tap-Tap, I feel like the brown boy back-back-back (I'm back)
Prada shoes with the strap, in every color, I'm proud of that (proud of that)
All they see is success but they don't know where I started at
I can't take no days off, I got money I gotta get (no)
Hit the gas and I take off, pipes be cracklin' when I shift (skrrt)
It's clear as you can see, got a big bankroll on me (racks)
Got a coupe, got power seats, three months before release
Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Navraj Goraya
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
The London
Yeah
Oh, oh
Whoa
Whoa
Oh
You good, T-Minus?
Oh
Me-meet me at The London
If you find time, we can run one
Talk about some things, we can't undo
You just send the pin, I can find you
6'1", on the money, 9'2"
You just say the word and I'll run through
Two texts, no reply, that's when I knew
I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew
Yeah
Circumnavigate the globe, as the cash grows (grow)
Get a nigga whacked, like you get the grass mowed (mowed)
I'm talkin' slick, runnin' with the Big Slime, nigga (slime)
Could hit your bitch, you could never hit mine, nigga (mine)
In my DM, they electric slide, nigga (huh, slide)
No catfishing, this is not a fish fry, nigga
Never switch sides on my dog
Catch a contact, hitch a ride, go to Mars
Everybody sing
How could you come up out your face and say I ain't the hottest nigga you done ever heard?
I left a flock of rappers dead and buried
A verse from me is like eleven birds
I did the math, it's like two-thousand dollars every word
I'm on the verge, I'll beat the charge
I killed some niggas and I walked away from it
Then I observe, just how you curve
And told them niggas that they gotta wait for it
"I know-I know you in high demand"
I'm balling on a pussy nigga like Juwanna Mann
I'm drowning all inside the pussy like I never swam
Ayy, f*ck your IG, I put somethin' on your sonogram
I'm the man, ayy, ayy
Me-meet me at The London
If you find time, we can run one
Talk about some things, we can't undo
You just send the pin, I can find you
6'1", on the money, 9'2"
You just say the word and I'll run through
Two texts, no reply, that's when I knew
I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew
Pimp talk, church talk
I can make a brick walk (woo)
Up north, down south
Bankhead to Rachel Walk (aye)
Hit it with a little water
Stretch it like a vocal chord
Std, I run my ward
F*ck a fed and his daughter (let's go)
I'ma run the compound (yeah)
I supply the cigarettes and bread (woo)
I got a main and she gon' ride (uhh)
She took a quarter and she fled (uhh)
I'm in the Lamb' so she gon' ride (yeah)
I see the pain in shawty's light brown eyes (ooh)
I'm at The London with some big thighs
No fries, she eat steaks with the fish sides
Didn't your mama tell you when something on fire, stop, drop and roll? Aw yeah
I've been on the road like a pair of Sprinters at Stop and Go's, yeah
I could charge 'em like a Dodge Hemi Demon
Got your broad in the garage eatin' semen
Every time a nigga go back to the ward
Niggas act like they wan' start
And we leave 'em on the cement (graw, graw!)
Me-meet me at The London
If you find time, we can run one
Talk about some things, we can't undo
You just send the pin, I can find you
6'1", on the money, 9'2"
You just say the word and I'll run through
Two texts, no reply, that's when I knew
I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew
Aight, crushed down when you're mine (yeah)
Forty four times when you won't play (yeah)
Forty four side (yeah)
89 flight, I might, take time right (fly)
See you one time, where it goes (whoa whoa won't play)
Four knows say, I
Oh, oh
Whoa
Whoa
Oh
You good, T-Minus?
Oh
Me-meet me at The London
If you find time, we can run one
Talk about some things, we can't undo
You just send the pin, I can find you
6'1", on the money, 9'2"
You just say the word and I'll run through
Two texts, no reply, that's when I knew
I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew
Yeah
Circumnavigate the globe, as the cash grows (grow)
Get a nigga whacked, like you get the grass mowed (mowed)
I'm talkin' slick, runnin' with the Big Slime, nigga (slime)
Could hit your bitch, you could never hit mine, nigga (mine)
In my DM, they electric slide, nigga (huh, slide)
No catfishing, this is not a fish fry, nigga
Never switch sides on my dog
Catch a contact, hitch a ride, go to Mars
Everybody sing
How could you come up out your face and say I ain't the hottest nigga you done ever heard?
I left a flock of rappers dead and buried
A verse from me is like eleven birds
I did the math, it's like two-thousand dollars every word
I'm on the verge, I'll beat the charge
I killed some niggas and I walked away from it
Then I observe, just how you curve
And told them niggas that they gotta wait for it
"I know-I know you in high demand"
I'm balling on a pussy nigga like Juwanna Mann
I'm drowning all inside the pussy like I never swam
Ayy, f*ck your IG, I put somethin' on your sonogram
I'm the man, ayy, ayy
Me-meet me at The London
If you find time, we can run one
Talk about some things, we can't undo
You just send the pin, I can find you
6'1", on the money, 9'2"
You just say the word and I'll run through
Two texts, no reply, that's when I knew
I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew
Pimp talk, church talk
I can make a brick walk (woo)
Up north, down south
Bankhead to Rachel Walk (aye)
Hit it with a little water
Stretch it like a vocal chord
Std, I run my ward
F*ck a fed and his daughter (let's go)
I'ma run the compound (yeah)
I supply the cigarettes and bread (woo)
I got a main and she gon' ride (uhh)
She took a quarter and she fled (uhh)
I'm in the Lamb' so she gon' ride (yeah)
I see the pain in shawty's light brown eyes (ooh)
I'm at The London with some big thighs
No fries, she eat steaks with the fish sides
Didn't your mama tell you when something on fire, stop, drop and roll? Aw yeah
I've been on the road like a pair of Sprinters at Stop and Go's, yeah
I could charge 'em like a Dodge Hemi Demon
Got your broad in the garage eatin' semen
Every time a nigga go back to the ward
Niggas act like they wan' start
And we leave 'em on the cement (graw, graw!)
Me-meet me at The London
If you find time, we can run one
Talk about some things, we can't undo
You just send the pin, I can find you
6'1", on the money, 9'2"
You just say the word and I'll run through
Two texts, no reply, that's when I knew
I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew
Aight, crushed down when you're mine (yeah)
Forty four times when you won't play (yeah)
Forty four side (yeah)
89 flight, I might, take time right (fly)
See you one time, where it goes (whoa whoa won't play)
Four knows say, I
Writer: Jacques Webster, Jermaine L. Cole, Kenneth Brian Edmonds, Tyler Matthew Carl Williams, Jeffery Lamar Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
So Much Fun is the debut studio album by American rapper Young Thug. It was released on August 16, 2019, by YSL Records, 300 Entertainment and Atlantic Records. The album features guest appearances from Future, Machine Gun Kelly, Gunna, Lil Baby, Lil Uzi Vert, Lil Duke, 21 Savage, Doe Boy, Lil Keed, Quavo, Juice Wrld, Nav, J. Cole, and Travis Scott. The album was supported by the singles "The London" and "Hot".
So Much Fun received generally positive reviews and debuted atop the US Billboard 200, becoming Young Thug's first US number-one album.
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Young ThugSo Much Fun received generally positive reviews and debuted atop the US Billboard 200, becoming Young Thug's first US number-one album.
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap
Length: 62:04
Released: August 16th, 2019
Year: 2019