A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Artist 2.0 Album Lyrics

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Thug Love

It's crazy, you're still pretty when you cry
(We got London on the track)

She want that thug love, yeah
But this ain't no f*cking love song
It's crazy you're still pretty when you cry
Push your panty strings over to the side
Gon' wake up and hit it, while you got your thong on, yeah
You tellin' me that you want thug love
But you don't even kiss me when we making love
And that's how I knew that you was a dog
I cannot blame you
I can't even lie, I was the same, too
I might be the reason, yeah, I changed you
Girl, I never meant to play you
Now you don't trust niggas (trust niggas)
The same way I don't trust bitches (trust bitches)
I ain't gon' lie, I was a dog, nigga (dog)
A thug nigga with a heart (a thug nigga with a heart)

Niggas finna send shots tryna get even
Headshot, leave you like a vegetable with needles, yeah
Rattin', that's gon' make them niggas run up on your people, yeah, yeah
Can't be eatin' on no cheese, that's illegal, nah
I just wanna be a rock star like The Beatles
I ain't no f*cking stuntman, Evel Knievel
But I can get you slumped, man, f*ck is you thinking, nigga?
Shooting like a Jumpman, 23 'em, yeah, yeah
Okay, yeah, that's Boogie in your nightmares
Yeah, okay, I used to bust juggs with my right hand
Yeah, okay, I used to bag it up with my left hand
To this day I never read the Bible so I might sin, yeah
Okay, yeah, that's Boogie in your nightmares
I ain't wanna be a player, ain't never do it right, yeah
I just hope my daughter never meet a nigga like me
'Cause I swear I already know that nigga's grimy
Yeah, that's how I feel, nigga
I f*cked a lot of niggas' bitches and they still with her
And all the niggas that's with me, they was there since lil' niggas
And they the type to go catch a body and not tell niggas

But it's so hard to tell, though
I just hope you never tell, though, yeah, yeah
Ah, ah, just hold it down, yo, yeah, yeah
Ah, ah, stick to the damn code, yeah, yeah
I cheated on my girl so she want
All of, all of my passcodes
I was a asshole, I made up time for her
Bought her Louis Vuitton, Chanel, and Tom Ford, yeah

But you say you want thug love (say you want thug love)
But this ain't no f*cking love song, yeah, yeah (ain't no f*ckin' love song)
Ah, ah, pretty when you cry, ah (pretty when you cry)
Pullin' on your panty strings, put 'em to the side, oh
Wake up, hit it while you still got your thong on, yeah, nah, nah (while you got your thong on)
You say you want thug love, you don't (you want thug love)
Even kiss me when we make love, oh, yeah, yeah (kiss me when we make love)
You say that I'm a dog, oh

But you don't even kiss when we make love, oh

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Cinderella Story

It's a hood nigga story (It's a hood nigga story)
But you like Cinderella stories, too (but you like Cinderella stories too)
And, girl, you know I f*ck with you (girl, you know I f*ck with you)
Text you in the morning like, "What's up, ugly?"
But to us that means you're beautiful (to us that means you're beautiful)
Probably should've kept that shit between us two (keep that shit between us two)
Girl, I want you, mm (girl, I want you)

I'm on your body (your body, ah)
My vibe is your body (my vibe is your body)
There's something we should talk about, mm (let's talk about it), yeah
'Cause I might need you around me ('cause I might need you around me)
They hate on me like I was born rich (I wasn't born rich), yeah
But I'm just now gettin' used to ballin' (I'm just now gettin' used to ballin'), yeah
She just want Cinderella stories (stories), yeah
Glass slippers by Balmain (glass slippers by Balmain), yeah

She's nasty (oh)
And she's nasty just like me, yeah (like me, yeah)
And she's icy (she's icy, oh)
Spanish mami, call me papi, yeah
But she know my lingo, what's up? (She hit me up like, "Okay")
She said, "Que lo que" like, what's up? Yeah
I said, "Que tu hace, girl" what you doing? Yeah
No juegas conmigo, yeah
Girl, don't you play with me like I'm stupid
I been missing your deep throat, yeah
Couldn't find a bitch that can do it how you do it, yeah
Could you set up the threesome? Yeah
My lil' caramel light skin

I'm on your body (your body, ah)
My vibe is your body (my vibe is your body)
There's something we should talk about, mm (let's talk about it), yeah
'Cause I might need you around me ('cause I might need you around me)
They hate on me like I was born rich (I wasn't born rich), yeah
But I'm just now gettin' used to ballin' (I'm just now gettin' used to ballin'), yeah
She just want Cinderella stories (stories), yeah
Glass slippers by Balmain (glass slippers by Balmain), yeah

Your body is my vibe (is my vibe)
When you come around, I get shy when I see you (see you, yeah)
When I see you (see you)
Got all my pictures in her mirrors
Start to blush when somebody says my name
Won't let nobody even try to spit no game
Nah, they look in her direction, she look the other way
And she like sex on the beach
She gave me head and my knees so weak, yeah
And I'm still in the streets, yeah
Still in it and I'm still not with it
If I do it, don't you say I did it
'Round here, you get a headshot for telling, yeah
Baby, is you gon' be down forever, yeah, uh

I'm on your body (your body, ah)
My vibe is your body (my vibe is your body)
There's something we should talk about, mm (let's talk about it), yeah
'Cause I might need you around me ('cause I might need you around me)
They hate on my like I was born rich (I wasn't born rich), yeah
But I'm just now gettin' used to ballin' (I'm just now gettin' used to ballin'), yeah
She just want Cinderella stories (stories), yeah
Glass slippers by Balmain (glass slippers by Balmain), yeah

She said, "Que lo que" like, what's up? Yeah
I said, "Que tu hace, girl" what you doing? Yeah
No juegas conmigo, yeah
Girl, don't you play with me like I'm stupid

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Me and My Guitar

Yeah, I loved her too hard, she left me here with this guitar
You can try stealing my heart, it's already gone
You can tell something is wrong, just leave me alone
I don't even know where to start, I'm just done
Used to being in my room with you
Now you're gone, I only see you through the phone now, where did you go?
I should've never told you leave me alone, I guess you took it to the heart
Yeah, let's go

It's just me and this guitar, playing this song
You can try stealing my heart, it's already gone
You can tell something is wrong, just leave me alone
I don't even know where to start, I'm just done
Used to being in my room with you, now you're gone
Oh, I only see you through a phone now, where did you go?
I should've never told you, "Leave me alone"
I guess you took it to the heart when I said, "Leave me a"

Sweat going down to my balls, I'm having withdrawals
It's crazy baby, all of my scars shaped in hearts
Lamborghini Urus, Ferraris, extra cars
If you start bringing up love, I'm bringing my gun
I never knew I'd make it this far, it feels bizarre
But you know my energy large, like a Quran
And you know I work too hard, I came too far
I'm happy I'm still alive
'Cause half of my niggas they either died or in the system
Then if I ain't start rapping I swear to God I'd have been with them
I baguetteed out my watches, I'm a timeless ass nigga
I was creepin' on the low, yeah, I'm a doggy ass nigga
But I'm an honest nigga, I can only lie when it comes to snitchin'
I hold grudges with my bitches, if you lie I won't forgive you
Just don't go tell nobody about those times that I was with you
You got my shoulder to lean on if you want to cry, f*ck a tissue
In and out of love so many f*cking times, I don't get it
I could get on some gangsta shit, then turn the vibe sentimental
You say you front on my nigga and he ain't ride, wrong nigga
Swear it's way too many hoes that be dying over bitches
Yeah, let's go

It's just me and this guitar, playing this song
You can try stealing my heart, it's already gone
You can tell something is wrong, just leave me alone
I don't even know where to start, I'm just done
Used to being in my room with you, now you're gone
Oh, I only see you through a phone now, where did you go?
I should've never told you, "Leave me alone"
I guess you took it to the heart when I said, "Leave me a"

I lost her heart, she left me here with this guitar
So if you plan on stealing my heart, it's already gone
You can tell something is wrong, just leave me alone
'Cause I don't even know where to start, I'm just done
Used to being in my room with you, now you're gone
Oh, I only see you through a phone now, where did you go?

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Might Not Give Up

Y'all just love me for my lifestyle, baby
Y'all just love me for my lifestyle, uh
Y'all just love me for my

Rock star lifestyle might not give up
Wake up everyday next to different bitches
Now I'm still thinking 'bout the times I was wit' ya
Used to see me broke, now you looking at me lit up
Rock star lifestyle might not give up
Wakin' up next to different bitches
Nine times out of ten I probably won't miss her
Niggas want the juice so they movin' like Bishop

Elliante got me iced out, yeah, yeah
I ain't nothin' like a rapper, I'm an artist
Hundred for a show is light now, light-light
And I need my money right now, swear to God, yeah
F*ck a forty, with a knife I'm crazy
He was frontin', left blood on the pavement
I was never that boy you should play with
That's word to my dawgs, I'ma stay rich
I'm livin' the good life, no complainin' (complainin', yeah)
Porn stars in my backyard like a slave ship
Took a blue pill, feel like I was in the Matrix (matrix)
Shit is too real, it get hard for me to fake it

Rock star lifestyle might not give up
Wake up everyday next to different bitches
I'm still thinking 'bout the times I was wit' ya
Used to see me broke, now you looking at me lit up
Rock star lifestyle might not give up
Wakin' up next to different bitches
Nine times out of ten, I probably won't miss her
Niggas want the juice so they movin' like Bishop

Rock star lifestyle, rock star wife, ra-ra
Rock star for real, low life
Might ball, still won't be a lifetime, hey
Take the Rolls Royce and the Ferrari, bitch, it's time, yeah
Take the spoon and f*ckin' peel his motherf*ckin' eyes out
I'm a real mobster, I'm a kind one
I been shinin' out the rough, I'm a diamond
F*ck it, walk inside the club, change climate
Y'all tellin' on each other, pigs rhymin'
Ain't no scrubs 'round me, we all climbin'
Ain't no subs in the back, I gotta find one
'Bout to sign to her pussy with my right hand
Yellow stones in the bracelet like a sinus
Gave the dawgs all a 'Ghini when I signed 'em
I don't know how to keep her, she albino
SS to a million because how the way she get on top and ride that
Oh, whoa, Minnesota rider (girl)
Yeah, I could color all your stones like tie-dye
Get a dermal, put a stone on your side eye
'Cause I done sold a million pies, yeah, yeah

Rock star lifestyle might not give up (whoa)
Taking out her air, f*ck a pull-up
Your stomach ain't there, baby, good luck
Welcome her to Barbie life
Rock star lifestyle might not give up (whoa)
I just bought a Range with the cream butter guts
Put some Forgiattos on a pickup truck
Eldorado Bronco up in Colorado

Rock star lifestyle might not give up (hey, whoa)
Wake up everyday next to different bitches (bitches)
I'm still thinking 'bout the times I was wit' ya (wit' ya)
Used to see me broke, now you looking at me lit up
Rock star lifestyle might not give up
Wakin' up next to different bitches
Nine times out of ten, I probably won't miss her (yeah)
Niggas want the juice so they movin' like Bishop

Rock star lifestyle might not give up (whoa)
Taking out her air, f*ck a pull-up
Your stomach ain't there, baby, good luck
Welcome her to Barbie life
Rock star lifestyle might not give up (whoa)
I just bought a Range with the cream butter guts
Put some Forgiattos on a pickup truck
Eldorado Bronco up in Colorado
Yeah, yeah

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Numbers

(We got London On Da Track)

You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith
Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way
I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted, f*ck it 'cause I don't feel the pain
Let a nigga touch my chain, f*ck it, nigga, kill him, f*ck it, they can take me away

I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up
And my lil' brother turned to a drummer
Walked him outside, now he got the llama
I took that Maybach where the J's at
Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
All my niggas know run up them numbers
F*ck it, run up them numbers (yeah)

Run up them numbers
OKC, you don't want no thunder
The old Tracy McGrady, the one
OKC, you don't want no thunder, yeah
Christian the sweater
Okay, Christian Dior the sweater
The double R came with the umbrella
When I put the hoodie on, it get realer, yeah
Put a hundred thousand in my Prada jeans
Got some little homies, got some prodigies
And I spent five hundred on Prada tees
Made it out the projects, poppin' overseas
Shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the seat
I make some calls, you can't cop the fleet
Gotta be an antisocial gangster 'cause the feds watchin' my tweets

You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith
Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way
I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted, f*ck it 'cause I don't feel the pain
Let a nigga touch my chain, f*ck it, nigga, kill him, f*ck it, they can take me away

I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up
And my lil' brother turned to a drummer
Walked him outside, now he got the llama
I took that Maybach where the J's at
Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
All my niggas know run up them numbers
F*ck it, run up them numbers

F*ck it, I ran up the numbers
Piped up like a plumber
And sold all the bundles (sold all the bundles)
I paid off the debt to your honor
And went got some commas and commas and commas (racks)
You let it get to your head, yeah, I remember when you was a runner (you was a runner)
I heard you got snatched by the feds, yeah, say you willin' to tell 'em whatever (yeah)
I still be killin' in projects, even though I been runnin' them numbers up
They used to tell me I'm not next, I'm like look at me now, I'm in front of them
And I just hope you never set me up, my lifestyle too irregular
And I don't know how I'ma trust again, I swear
Audemars might f*ck up your eyes, yeah
I bust down a piece of the pie, yeah
I wanna speed off in the car, yeah (speed off in a car, yeah)
I got a cup full of Hi-Tech
Have a pool party with the posse (pool party with the posse)
We be the talk of the topic
These f*ck niggas don't where the drop at (uh)
They won't want us ridin' in the drophead
And he mad that my bitch got a Masi'

You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith
Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way
I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted, f*ck it 'cause I don't feel the pain
Let a nigga touch my chain, f*ck it, nigga, kill him, f*ck it, they can take me away

I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up
And my lil' brother turned to a drummer
Walked him outside, now he got the llama
I took the Maybach where the J's at
Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
All my niggas know run up them numbers
F*ck it, run up them numbers

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Stain

(ft. DaBaby)

(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(Go Grizz)
Put a stain on a nigga if he
(Squat made the beat)
Yeah

Put a stain on a nigga if he touch me, yeah
Two hunnid on my neck, ain't gotta tuck it, yeah
They just hatin' 'cause I'm up and bitches love me, yeah
Remember when we used to wear the Polo rugby
I'm just sayin', "Why you actin like a ho?" yeah
Get the Draco and the drum and it's a go, yeah
All I needed was some paper and some tote, yeah
All it take to get a nigga smoked, yeah

I get money and you don't, I just did like five platinums in a row
I'm that nigga, no cappin', I'm a GOAT
All these niggas flow jackin' and I know
And your bitch layin', yeah, she wanna kick it
YSL wearin' ass nigga in a Benzy
And your girlfriend keep plottin' on my wishlist
Have her stalkin', yeah, I just left her in a frenzy

Ooh, she love it, f*ckin' and suckin' dick, yeah
Now she trippin', talkin' 'bout she wanna kiss me
I was busy, I was tryna bump, "Get frees"
Split it fifty-fifty with my (yeah, whoa)

Put a stain on a nigga if he touch me, yeah (whoa)
Two hunnid on my neck, ain't gotta tuck it, yeah (whoa)
They just hatin' 'cause I'm up and bitches love me, yeah
Remember when we used to wear the Polo rugby
I'm just sayin', "Why you actin like a ho?" Yeah (whoa)
Get the Draco and the drum and it's a go, yeah
All I needed was some paper and some tote, yeah
All it take to get a nigga

Yeah, you know that's all it take to get a nigga smoked and that's a fact
I be nuttin' quick like I'm a virgin, when we f*ck, her ass too fat
I had to fly into New Jersey 'cause New York don't like the strap
We make the nigga front us thirty and we ran off with the sack (nah, keep going, keep going)
Lil' nigga, you asked to get it (ha)
Bitch, I've been the best since a kid in the neighborhood, when playin' tag was lit (let's go)
I used to hit licks in my whip, had to switch up the plates so the tags was different (yeah, bitch)
And I used to f*ck on them sixes and sevens
Now we f*ck the baddest bitches (ten)
I'ma go get the bag, I ain't trippin', I ain't into goin' outside with niggas (uh, uh)
And I ain't goin' sad 'bout a bitch
I got hoes on my dick, that be tryna harass a nigga (yeah)
That lil' nigga ain't goin' for shit, they gon' come with them sticks
We gon' pull up and smash on niggas (bitch)
See the look on my face, they gon' laugh at niggas
Last nigga to play know what happened, nigga?
They know I

Put a stain on a nigga if he touch me, yeah
Two hunnid on my neck, ain't gotta tuck it, yeah
They just hatin' 'cause I'm up and bitches love me, yeah
Remember when we used to wear the Polo rugby
I'm just sayin', "Why you actin like a ho?" Yeah
Get the Draco and the drum and it's a go, yeah
All I needed was some paper and some tote, yeah
All it take to get a nigga smoked, yeah

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Hit 'Em Up

Ooh, yeah, yeah
You know how we pulling up
(It's JoeFromYO)
Yeah
(Elo on the beat)

You know how we pulling up
We might not be big, but you can't fight no bullets, so don't try to bully us
F*ck around and catch a headshot, red dot
Hit 'em up
And even with my eyes closed now, I see how they don't f*ck with us
But, f*ck it, you know me, you know I'm gon' to run it up
Plus I'm gon' double up, up, up
I used to be regular, now I'm a young nigga stackin' my Benji's up, up, up
They call me a singer, I'm rapping with melodies, nigga, like, na, na, na, na, na
And I'm a bread winner, yeah, nigga, so I'm stacking my cheddar up, up, up
You know how we pulling up, yeah, nigga, you know how we

Give it up
I swear nigga, you a dead, dead nigga, you tried to set me up
Niggas be scared, they go to the feds and they start to singing, na, na, na
Be careful with these rat niggas out here actin' like they with you, nah, nah, nah
It's only my niggas, we get high nigga, smokin' la-la-la, la-la
Some fly niggas and we always gon' keep it a 100 like 95 plus 5
I know many men wishin' death up on me, niggas is tryna take my life
So I keep a friend with a F&N, that nigga always by my side

You know how we pulling up, yeah, nigga, you know how we pulling up
We might not be big, but you can't fight no bullets, so don't try to bully us
F*ck around and catch a headshot, red dot
Hit 'em up
And even with my eyes closed now, I see how they don't f*ck with us
But, f*ck it, you know me, you know I'm gon' to run it up
Plus I'm gon' double up, up, up
I used to be regular, now I'm a young nigga stackin' my Benji's up, up, up
They call me a singer, I'm rapping with melodies, nigga, like, na, na, na, na, na
And I'm a bread winner, yeah, nigga, so I'm stacking my cheddar up, up, up
You know how we pulling up, yeah, nigga, you know how we

Huh, yeah, you know how we pulling up
Back to back in foreigns, when I start the engine, I push a button
Still reminiscing them days people said I wouldn't be good, nah
Had my head down, now I hop in the Wraith and see stars when I'm lookin' up
And I dare a nigga try bully us (bully us)
Got a choppa with big bullets if he thinkin' he big and tough
I'm with Boogie, my hoodie up (hoodie up)
I go 7:30 with this 30 off Perky's, I'm booted up
Run up, I'm shootin' somethin'
Glock 19, with a beam, make a move and I prove a point
Hop out that Urus truck
Know we coming with the nineteen whenever we hit the club, yeah

We pulling up
We might not be big, but you can't fight no bullets, so don't try to bully us
F*ck around and catch a headshot, red dot
Hit 'em up
And even with my eyes closed now, I see how they don't f*ck with us
But, f*ck it, you know me, you know I'm gon' to run it up
Plus I'm gon' double up, up, up
I used to be regular, now I'm a young nigga stackin' my Benji's up, up, up
They call me a singer, I'm rapping with melodies, nigga, like, na, na, na, na, na
And I'm a bread winner, yeah, nigga, so I'm stacking my cheddar up, up, up
You know how we pulling up, yeah, nigga, you know how we

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DTB 4 Life

(It's JoeFromYO)
(SephGotTheWaves)

Yeah, thinkin' 'bout you, I catch chills, my nigga
Shit ain't been the same since they killed my nigga
Broski doin' time, it get real, my nigga
I just hope you hold it down, just don't squeal, my, yeah

I'm DTB for life, no, I can't trust my bitches
I can't even trust my girl 'cause I'm a f*cked up nigga, yeah
And if you say you trust me, girl, you lied
'Cause I can't even trust myself, I don't know why you waste time in your feelings, yeah

I'm DTB forever, on God, I don't trust bitches
I don't even trust my girl, I still try to f*ck her friends and shit
Them niggas movin' rocky and lie
I don't even wanna talk to nobody, I got a feelin' the feds listenin'
She told me I'm not myself no more
And I swear I know exactly who I am
Girl, just love me for the differences
She told me she don't want me around
How could you feel that way, baby?
Especially after all this time with you

Now it's DTB for life, no, I can't trust my bitches
Don't you trust me neither, I'm a f*cked up nigga, yeah
But if you gettin' money, that's what's up, my nigga
Bitch, you know I'm smacked, I'm smokin' blunts like cigarettes

Let's be honest, let's be real, my nigga
If a nigga play with me, I will get rid of him
Montana had the grills in his Hilfigers, yeah
My niggas Quado and Beasty, I be missin' 'em

But thinkin' about it, I catch chills, my nigga
Shit ain't been the same since they killed my nigga
Broski doin' time, it get real, my nigga
I just hope you hold it down, just don't squeal, my, yeah

I'm DTB for life, no, I can't trust my bitches
I can't even trust my girl 'cause I'm a f*cked up nigga, yeah
And if you say you trust me, girl, you lied
'Cause I can't even trust myself, I don't know why you waste time in your feelings, yeah

I'm DTB and it's 'cause what she, what she done to me
So I was hopin' my baby's eyes would smile just like mine
That would've been crazy, yeah
Will I regret you? (Will I regret you? Yeah, yeah)
Will I still put you on my schedule? (Will I still put you on my?)
Yeah, put you on my itinerary (put you on my itinerary)
Said, "I ain't gon' lie, it can get scary" (I ain't gon' lie, yeah, yeah)
I know you just want me to sweat you
You say I changed, you wish I was the same as when I met you
Well, these hoes who was lyin', oh, they wanna kick it, but it get messy
Yeah, and you ain't never die if you're a legend, yeah

You don't even know how I feel, my nigga
Shit ain't been the same since they killed my nigga
I be tryna tell my bros just chill out
My little bro, he be on go, he be on drill time, nigga

I'm DTB for life, no, I can't trust my bitches
Don't even trust my girl after I tried f*ckin' her friend
And if you say you love me, girl, you lied
'Cause you don't even love yourself, I don't know why you waste time in your feelings, yeah, yeah

No, no

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Calm Down (Bittersweet)

(We got London on da Track)

Can we calm down and make love?
Get it poppin' in the back of your Bentley truck
That vroom-vroom, that ooh-ooh, let's make up
Don't know why I can't let you go wit' no one
Nah, no one
'Cause I don't wanna fuss and fight (yeah)
Oh baby, I wanna go ride it all night (yeah)
Oh

You're dangerous
Perfect hips in every single pic, you got your angles up
I admit that I am not the best for you, no lie, feel fake as f*ck (yeah)
And you don't even smile no more, why so serious?
And you don't wanna come around no more
Can you just wait up?
I can make you feel like a star if I f*ck you in a spaceship
That new-new double R truck so spacious (yeah)
And I know we stay up, but

Can we calm down and make love? (Make love)
Get it poppin' in the back of your Bentley truck ('ley truck)
That vroom-vroom, that ooh-ooh, let's make up
Don't know why I can't let you go wit' no one
Nah, no one
'Cause I don't wanna fuss and fight (yeah)
Oh baby, I wanna go ride it all night (yeah)
Oh

When I come over, ride me just like I'm a Maserati
Go fast or go slow
I think the feds is watching, they think I be catching bodies
And if they ask just say that I was a nice guy
Then I touch you, a muh'f*ckin' thief in the nighttime
Make it scary like sci-fi
Got a .30 on me, ain't got time for a knife fight
Even when it's nighttime
My VVS is shimmery like a nightlight
And she wanna act shy (can we)
I could be your connection like the Wi-Fi (calm down)
You tryna get high? (And make love?)

Get it poppin' in the back of your Bentley truck
That vroom-vroom, that ooh-ooh, let's make up
Don't know why I can't let you go wit' no one
Yeah, no one
'Cause I don't wanna fuss and fight (yeah)
Oh baby, I wanna go ride it all night (yeah)
Oh

(We got London on da Track)

---

Another Day Gone

On Goyard luggages, I'm blowin' your budget
How you gon' tell me I'm bugging when I came from nothing?
Even if you don't love me, don't change for nothing
But why wouldn't you love me?

You keep some lighters in your bag
Couple of grams in my lap and we'll keep grooving
You keep wasting your time worried 'bout
Worried 'bout another day gone, you're tired
But you got God on your side, so you keep moving
You keep wastin' your time rightin' your wrongs
Another day gone, another day gone

If I ever call you my baby, girl, I mean you're really my baby
And I can't, can't even stop
Thinkin' 'bout you, I'm addicted, I swear I ain't even tripping
'Cause you could've been (yeah)
Bartendin', you could've been stripping or even (yeah)
Out here, f*cking somebody just to get even
'Cause no matter where I go, you think I'm cheating
I know you miss me girl, 'cause my diamonds shine bright like the moonlight, yeah
You ain't gotta catch a red eye, fly anytime, yeah
It's only one flight away, you can spend the night, yeah
I could treat you right, I swear I'll treat you right, yeah
You don't even try no more, just write me
I'm a private jet flying nigga, invite me
Sent you heart eyes but you never responded
Never wrote back but I seen you typing

You keep some lighters in your bag
Couple of grams in my lap and we'll keep grooving
You keep wasting your time worried 'bout
Worried 'bout another day gone, you're tired
But you got God on your side, so you keep moving
You keep wastin' your time rightin' your wrongs
Another day gone, another day gone

Another day gone, another day gone, mm, mm

I know you stay up in your bag
You got a couple of bands in your stash
But you feel like you're losing
Feel like you're losing your mind, so sad
Why is that?
Another day gone and you're tired
And you need love in your life, so you keep moving
Picking and choosing those guys
Out of your mind (so sad), another day's gone

You keep some lighters in your bag (uh-huh)
Couple of grams in my lap (yeah) and we'll keep grooving
You keep wasting your time worried 'bout
Worried 'bout another day gone, you're tired
But you got God on your side, so you keep moving
You keep wastin' your time rightin' your wrongs
Another day gone, another day gone

---

Good Girls Gone Bad

I said, "You can go"
When I wanted you to stay
I think it's my fault
Oh, oh, think I made you this way (think I made you this)

Now get up in your bag
'Cause we don't belong together ('cause we don't belong together)
When a good girl goes bad (oh, oh)
She's gone forever

I know all the good girls go bad crazy
How you good girls go bad crazy?
How the pretty girls don't ask when I'm runnin' 'round with they pants off
Crazy how you put me in the friend zone
Now you wanna f*ck me 'cause you know I got my bands up, yeah
Yeah, let's go
Can't trust me no more
Girl, I might be no good for you
You might be better off alone
But she love matching outfits from Saint Laurent
I spoiled her so much, she got sick of wearin' Louis Vuitton
Even when your hair undone and it's tied up, you're fine
All the good girls go bad, na-na-na-na-na
Tell her, "You beautiful" every day just to remind her

Said, "I want you to stay"
And it's my fault, yeah
I think I made you this way

Now get up in your bag
'Cause we don't belong together
When a good girl goes bad
She's gone forever

---

Blood on My Denim

(It's JoeFromYo)

I thought every girl I had was the one (uh, huh), but she was not it
Ninety nine percent of bitches be thottin' (thottin')
If I do the same thing, you'll say I'm not shit (not shit)
I could do the same thing, you'll leave cryin' (cryin')
Shit got a little deeper through the process (process)
Still addicted to the streets, can't hide it (hide it)
Walk around with two Glizzy's in my pocket (pocket)
Already cocked it, flip a nigga like a socket (socket)
Nigga, way before the fame we was wildin'
Then they killed my nigga Quado in the projects (projects)
And it's a shame, all the bitches that was curvin'
I see the same damn names in my comments (comments)

She was lookin' O.D. from her side eye
Said she ain't an eater, oh she lied, oh she lied-lied
Woke up to three bitches in my bed
Made me say it three times, "Oh you fine, oh you fine-fine"
I ain't rockin' with no ho niggas or bozo
That's a no-no, nigga, nah, nah
I know they love my fly, the way I rock Dolce and Gabanna
I lost my niggas to the streets when it coulda been me
It's f*cked up, they either dead or doin' fed time
Oh, you all about your bread, so am I
If it's money on your mind, .45 to your hairline
And I keep it by the dresser
That's for any bitch who ever try to break my heart, I won't let ya
Still got blood on my denims
That was all the blood that was in him, no more love in a nigga

No more love in a nigga
But I swear her company made me so comfortable
I don't f*ck with her (uh), the way she f*ck with me
And it's probably because I'm from the X, where they take for respect
Thought I woulda been into the grave on my def
Same fit for a week, now I hate Nike Tech
Now I'm a trendsetter from my sweater to my hat
Biggs put me on the big ass purple Puma Jet
I'm flexin' more than ever, she like, "Money make me wet"
And if I die, I'ma die for my respect
Bury me with like a milly on my neck, ah

She was lookin' O.D. from her side eye
Said she ain't an eater, but she lie all the time-time
I woke up to three bitches in my bed
Made me say it three times, "Oh you fine, oh you fine-fine"
I ain't rockin' with no ho niggas or bozo
That's a no-no, nigga, nah, nah
I know they love my fly, the way I rock Dolce and Gabanna
I lost my niggas to the streets when it coulda been me
It's f*cked up, they either dead or doin' fed time
Oh, you all about your bread, so am I
If it's money on your mind, .45 to your hairline
And I keep it by the dresser
Just in case a bitch ever try to break my heart, I won't let ya
I still got blood on my denims
That was the blood that was in him, no more love in a nigga

Run through it, all the bands that a nigga got
I wonder, if the streets still care about me
Long story, I can never really talk about it
I'm numb to it, I stand still when I hear shots
I'm numb to it, I stand still when I hear shots
I hear niggas talkin' 'bout the money that they don't got
I used to be up on the corner with my young akh
Now I go buy a couple pounds of the fronto
I still smoke it by the pound, I get dumb high
I still smoke it by the pound like a rasta
I send money to my niggas sittin' up, yeah
I send money to my daughter, she's a rugrat
I been through it but I'm not givin' up, yeah
I switch up of different cars, now they upset

---

R.O.D.

Me and you naked, baby
I wanna taste it
I won't ever say shit
You're not my favorite
I swear, I can picture us naked
I swear, I swear, I wanna taste it only if I say if I care
And I care, I don't just say shit
Baby, let's get naked
You ain't gotta worry 'bout shit
Just be my ride or die bitch
Yeah, yeah, nah, nah, girl
You the type I vibe with
Yeah, just hold it down, do not switch
My ride or die bitch

It's DTB, no, I don't trust bitches
And, I don't mean no disrespect, 'cause you know I love women
Yeah girl, I know we got problems, but I hate discussin' 'em
If I f*ck with ya, girl then I f*ck with ya
This time, this time, I wanna make love to ya
Don't you switch sides, baby, I ain't done with you
Just help me get by, get by these trust issues
I swear, I swear, I feel uncomfortable
'Cause I used to call you my baby, but now I'm a dub to you
Used to pull up on you with flowers, show you my love for you
You know, we both from the bottom, so I ain't judgin' you
Yeah, I ain't judgin' you
But, I'm the reason you are this way
You used to f*ck a lot, you don't even f*ck the same
And who you puttin' on that makeup and lingerie for?
It's something that I wanna say
Baby if you, (baby if you) give it to me (give it to me)
I'ma give to you, 'cause I know what you want, yeah
You wanna be in, up in my double R
The one with the stars the sky, yeah, we in Louis Vuitton
Just hold it down for me, you my ride or die bitch
I take care of everything and pay the bills for you
And don't you ever f*ckin' ask me 'bout no side bitch
And everything you say I do for you, I will for you
I'll be the reason why it's Hermes in your closet
Usually I don't be checkin', but I will for ya
Tell me something I don't know, baby I'm nauseous
Look, I've been buggin' lately, I been feelin' heartless, huh
You think I changed, nigga?
Huh, I'm still the same nigga
I still will catch a stain, nigga
Still walkin' through puddles full of pain, nigga
I'm A Boogie Wit A Hoodie and a chain nigga
With a guitar now, nigga, I'm a lane switcher
And a good car now, literally a lane switcher
Take off your leotard now, girl let's get naked, yeah

I swear, I swear, me and you naked
I swear, I swear, I wanna taste it
And if I say I care, then I care, I don't just say shit
I still get nervous conversations with you
Caught me stutterin' when I say shit, like, "Can I take you on, on a vacation?"
I will spin the block, 'cause you're my baby
I would hate to lose my love for an acquaintance
My ride or die bitch
Just hold it down, no matter what, do not switch
Yeah, yeah, nah, nah, girl
You the type I vibe with
Yeah, just ride for me, never doubt shit
My ride or die bitch

---

Big Shit

(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)

Money out the ass, nigga, big shit, big rich
Milli' on my wrist, he lookin' like a big lick, lick
If I say it's lit, then it's lit, lit
Try to line me, chick-chick, boom, nigga, get hit
Told my nigga, you catch a body, just don't spit, mmh
Don't you throw up on that crime scene, they might get you
My nigga, I know you used to wildin', but one thing
If they catch you, nigga, move in silence, don't say shit, mmh

Shh, shh
Nigga, silence, nigga, shh, shh

Talkin' on the phone, that's a dub, they listening, mmh
F*ck it, I get the bag, wear Hermes like it's cheap, mmh
Big face Richie on my wrist, he shimmering, ooh
Big face Richie on my wrist, he shimmering, ooh
Big shit, talkin' out your ass like you the shit, ooh
I make 'em mad 'cause my swag so official
I get the bag, wear Hermes like it's cheap, ooh
And yeah, I know many men
Wish death upon me like I'm 50 Cent
I am the boogie man
Yeah, I pulled up in my hoodie, man
And you know what's goodie, man
Yeah, yeah, and she know what's goodie, yeah
Pick out all of her purses, I make her feel as if she was a kid again
And I don't deserve this, I am not a regular civilian
A regular person, for a song with me, I need like a million
And bitches be lurkin'
In traffic, caught you whippin' on your lil' Benz, I'm in the big body version
My Nina sing a tune like Usher on 'em, let it burn, let it burn, yeah
And don't you give my pussy away, girl, 'cause I hit it first, yeah
My baby told me that she was insecure, I had to tell her, "You're perfect"
Lamborghini mines, Aventador, then for hers, the Urus

Money out the ass, nigga, big shit, big rich
Milli' on my wrist, he lookin' like a big lick, lick
If I say it's lit, then it's lit, lit
Try to line me, chick-chick, boom, nigga, get hit
Told my nigga, you catch a body, just don't spit, mmh
Don't you throw up on that crime scene, they might get you
My nigga, I know you used to wildin', but one thing
If they catch you, nigga, move in silence, don't say shit, mmh

Shh, shh
Nigga, silence, nigga, shh, shh

---

Right Back

(Billboard Hitmakers)
(Go Griz)
(Hitmaka)
(Squat made the beat)

How the f*ck I fall for this shit? Yeah
Niggas gettin' robbed, gettin' hit
If niggas actin' blind to this shit
I had to open up my eyes and get rich, yeah
I might f*ck up my money then I'm gon' get it right back
If you f*ck with my money then you gon' get hit like that
I grew up in the jungle, grew up where lions fall back
Grew up playin' with 22s, now I got twenty-two straps
Don't be childish, boy you wildin', don't be wildin'
Melodies come out the trap, like na-na-na-na crucify you, get you crossed up (crossed up)

And if they hit, we hitting right back
Yeah, I never lie (I never lie)
And they say money change you, I think they right, yeah (I think they right, yeah)
Yeah, at least I tried (at least I tried)
And even if they miss, we coming right back
Yeah, I never lie (I never lie)
And they say money change you, I think they right, yeah (I think they right, yeah)
Yeah, at least I tried (at least I tried)

Yeah, how the f*ck I fall for this shit, yeah
Niggas gettin' robbed, gettin' hit
I try not to get involved in that shit
But I know niggas don't want me to win, yeah
So many shootouts in the park, we must be gifted
They only missed us 'cause they shot from a distance
And we can't let them get us lined by a bitch, yeah
I started thinking with my mind and not my dick, yeah
Stop it, you know that jungle turned me to a monster (monster)
Bunch of young niggas, but we bossed up (bossed up)
We ain't really into taking losses (losses), yeah

And if they hit we hitting right back
Yeah, I never lie (I never lie)
And they say money change you I think they right, yeah (I think they right, yeah)
Yeah, at least I tried (at least I tried)
And even if they miss, we coming right back
Yeah, I never lie (I never lie)
And they say money change you, I think they right, yeah (I think they right, yeah)
Yeah, at least I tried (at least I tried)

Na-na-na-na-na-na
Yeah, at least I tried, tried, tried
At least I tried, yeah
I might f*ck up my money then I'm gon' get it right back
If you f*ck with my money then you gon' get hit like that
I grew up in the jungle, grew up where lions fall back
Grew up playin' with 22s, now I got twenty-two straps

---

Luv is Art

Yeah, if you hold me down, then I'm gon' hold you down
But if the money is gone, would you still be around?
(Yeah, I was one side over, I had to hold you down)
Whoa, whoa, yeah
Okay, let's get it now

And I was just up in Starlet's, feel like a privilege now
Me and my boys so deep, no, we not sittin' down
Yeah, I was one side over, I had to hold you down
And me and Bubba the only niggas goin' round for round

But if you hold me down, then I'm gon' hold you down
But if my money is gone, would you still be around?
I don't know what you doin' when I'm not around
You don't know what I'm doin', when I'm out of town
The last time I f*cked you, you was mad
I was rubbin' lotion on your body and your ass
Bought you a whole bunch of fly shit so you can brag
And when your friends talk about me, you be so mad
But, you know my body, girl, you know me
You know my body, girl, you know me
Yeah, yeah, you already felt it
And I already seen you naked
But girl don't make me re-up

And I was just up in Starlet's, feel like a privilege now
Me and my boys so deep, no, we not sittin' down
Yeah, I was one side over, I had to hold you down
And me and Bubba the only niggas goin' round for round

And this VV gang pull up in a lemon coupe
He got SI's in this chain, he mixin' up his jewels
And you done f*cked on my gang, so I'm not lovin' you
You cannot f*ck up my name, so I'm not cuffin' you

And I was just up in Starlet's, feel like a privilege now
Me and my boys so deep, no, we not sittin' down
Yeah, I was one side over, I had to hold you down
I used to hold you down

Yeah, uh, niggas go out sad, that is pitiful (whoa)
Yeah, got some shooters, I swear they'll get rid of you (bow, bow)
Yeah, grown men always tryna pick at you
I got a Glock, if you get shot, I'll show you what this stick'll do
If you was the one that was in my shoes, you prolly would risk it too (whoa)
I must got God on my side, 'cause these niggas be missin' you
You isn't me, poppin' somethin', two up in me
Got my boys in the stu' up with me and we still poppin' shit like an inner tube

You told me you froze up
All I did was kiss you on your shoulder
I do it every time I bone her
And she get upset when I don't post her
But you the one that make me fold up
Under pressure like I stole some'
And I can't lie, I want you closer, yeah
And I would never go expose her

But if you hold me down, then I'm gon' hold you down
But if my money is gone, would you still be around?
I don't know what you doin' when I'm not around?
And you don't know what I'm doin', when I'm out of town

---

King Of My City

Yeah

I'm from the Bronx, not Benny
I swear I don't even know why I did it
AP cost a hunnid and fifty
I be feeling like I'm drowning with it (drowning with it)
(You be trying to ride the wave)
(You should be afraid that you don't drown in it)
(I be feeling like the king of my city)
(From the Bronx, not Benny yeah, yeah)

500K that's just on the Richie
My nigga you don't wanna play with my city
Niggas die everyday in my city
Whole lotta young, wild niggas
(He be trying to ride the wave)
(You should be afraid that you might drown it)
I be feeling like the king of my city
And every nigga with me wearing Amiri

Headshot like pow, nigga
Headshot like pow, nigga
Hit him twice make sure you don't miss him
Them bullets in this pistol look like a missile
Headshot like pow, nigga
Hit 'em up, man down, nigga
Send a nigga on a motherf*cking mission
It's f*cked up, yeah I know they gone miss him
I am not with it, yeah
Try to play with me you might end up missing
VVS's Elliot not missing
Sorry miss, these Elliot VVS's
Long johns on just for the Crips
Long johns on Crip we're tuckin'
If you gotta pay the bills f*ck it
West side nigga, from the Bronx, yeah
Throw it up like LeBron, yeah
Thirty rounds on hundred and friends
All my guys came with the shits
And then we might get to bussin', yeah
If I like your necklace, yeah
Those guys might take off your necklace
F*ck a fight I ain't with the Tekken
Those guys might want you to check in

I'm from the Bronx, not Benny
I swear I don't even know why I did it
AP cost a hunnid and fifty
(I be feeling like I'm drowning with it)
You be trying to ride the wave
You should be afraid that you don't drown in it
I be feeling like the king of my city
From the Bronx, not Benny yeah, yeah

500K that's just on the Richie
My nigga you don't wanna play with my city
Niggas die everyday in my city
Whole lotta young, wild niggas
You be trying to ride the wave
You should be afraid that you might drown it
I be feeling like the king of my city
And every nigga with me wearing Amiri

---

Mood Swings

(Wheezy outta here)
Beast, beast

I'm a beast
Oh my God, mood swings
I don't like mood swings
All the time
I was broke, I don't cry
I'm a GOAT, I'm a God

I'm a beast, I'm a goblin, nigga, let that shit fly
Nigga you don't want no problem
I be feelin' like Batman, my niggas always robbin'
I just got caught f*ckin' my best friend, we wildin' yeah
She was my bestie, mm, never knew she was so nasty, mm, yeah
And she so sexy, mm, kissin' on bitches like lesbians, yeah
Ass so fat, oh, bouncin' up and down like a basketball, yeah
Niggas wanna test me, snipe a nigga, treat him like Wesley, yeah

Bitch, I go big .44, yeah, I know they don't want no smoke
Big faced watch, big bank rolls
Big ass bag with the big Lambo'
Bitch, I'm bad, young Mike, I'm a GOAT
Mike Amiri pants too tight for the pole
Me and my bestie f*cked on the low
Can you still trust me? I don't know
No, I don't know, outta' time
I'm so caught out of line
Adderall analyze
Lost my bro, lost my mind
Want my soul, niggas want my life
Tryna' take my hoes, tryna f*ck my wife
Mood swings, sometimes I need two at a time
F*ckin' two set of twins, and one of them shy
F*ck two set of tens like a couple of dimes
F*ck two set of twins like a couple of times
F*ck few set of twins like a couple of times
Percocets, two times
Percocets, never knew when to come
Percocets, two times
Percocets, never knew when to come

I'm a Beast (beast)
Oh my God (God), mood swings
I don't like mood swings
All the time
I was broke, I don't cry
I'm a GOAT, I'm a God

I'm a beast, I'm a goblin, nigga, let that shit fly
Nigga you don't want no problem
I be feelin' like Batman, my niggas always robbin'
I just got caught f*ckin' my best friend, we wildin' yeah
She was my bestie, mm, never knew she was so nasty, mm, yeah
And she so sexy, mm, kissin' on bitches like lesbians, yeah
Ass so fat, oh, bouncin' up and down like a basketball, yeah
Niggas wanna test me, snipe a nigga, treat him like Wesley, yeah

---

Reply

(Feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Lil Uzi Vert]
Woah, if I write (It's JoeFromYO)
If I write you, girl, will you reply? (Go Grizz)
Follow my commands, come on, girl, comply
You only want me 'cause my life's televised
And I can see all them lies in your eyes
But I'm no different, selling dreams for tonight
Just so I could have my way, rubbin' on your thighs
In the morning, go back home because I do not have no ties

[A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Yeah, but if I (But if I)
If I write you, girl, tell me, would you reply? (Would you reply?)
You know I used to be a thief up in the night (Yeah, yeah)
And you don't want that type of guy in your life
But what if I put on a disguise for the night? (Yeah, yeah)
What if I was to put my life up on the line? (On the line)
Don't pay no mind to them bitches, like a ticket, you're fine
Gave you a shoulder to lean on for when you cry

[Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh, cry for me, for me now
No one can slow me down
I stay with forty rounds
Hit her off a Perc', gave her forty rounds
Woah, I'm far from finished, I'm not done
I keep grabbing on her waist, she tryna run
Put my foot into it 'til she numb
Every time she moan, she be like, "Uh"
Uh, she switched up for the same dollar
She don't know the rules of the game 'cause she ain't have no father
Me and Artist, yeah, we know some of the same scholars
Me and Artist go home and we got the same problems
And we keep arguing about them same bodies
That's because you is my girl, you is my main body
Take you serious, you know I will not play about it
And if you wanna get better, baby, just pray about it

[A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
I play about it, but don't you go be fake about it
Just play your part and I won't ever complain about it
Should have called you beautiful more before you changed your body
Then you did your body, girl, yeah, you really changed about it

[Lil Uzi Vert]
It's couples out here that's not eatin', we got plain scallops
And clam chowder, you gon' be raising my damn toddler
And I can't lie, baby girl, it ain't no way around you
Ain't nothin' to say about it, got niggas pull up and spray about it
I'm gone

[A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Yeah, and when I say, "I'm gone"
Don't just say it right after me like it's some sing along shit
You got mad when I said you could bring your friend along, yeah
I'm gon' f*ck you to this, make this one your favorite song
And you even look sexy with no makeup on
And you ain't gotta ask me, girl, just take it off
I knew that you was nasty the way you take it raw
I just hope that you don't think I'm crazy, girl

[A Boogie Wit da Hoodie & Lil Uzi Vert]
If I
Woah, if I write
If I write you, girl, tell me, would you reply?
You know I used to be a thief up in the night
You only want me 'cause my life's televised
But what if I put on a disguise for the night?
And I can see all the lies in your eyes (Yeah, yeah)
You don't want this type of guy, right
In the morning, go back home because I do not have no ties (Yeah)

[Lil Uzi Vert & A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Woah, if I write
If I write you, girl, tell me would you reply?
Yeah, if I write you, can you reply?

---

Streets Don't Love You

I was there and I ain't never
Yeah, yeah
I was hurtin'
But I ain't need you
Streets never, mhm
Streets don't love you, they'll turn their back on you
Streets don't love you, they will turn their back on you
They'll turn their back on you

Streets don't love you, they killed Quado
Streets don't love you, they killed Beasty
Let my niggas come home tomorrow
Don't just let them see me on TV
Let my niggas up out that you know
You don't even know how I be thinkin' that shit crazy
Not my broski, no, not my bros, yeah
Let my niggas come home tomorrow
Free V12, yo
I remember when we was like 12 we went through hell, yo
Back when niggas was gettin' they Biggies and they Pelles took
Bitches used to curve me, used to swerve me, nigga, now look
They ain't never want me, now they askin' to get they nails done
I know I smell like dope, they gassin' me tellin' me I smell good
Passin' me the pussy, I passed it to my homie real quick
Audacity to ask me 'bout the bitches that I still f*ck
The audacity to ask me 'bout the bitches that I still f*ck
Your ass is lookin' fat, them Fashion Nova jeans look real good
I'm glad that I came up 'cause I ain't know where I would end up
The 30 clip is on me but the hoodie cover my extendo
And niggas act so tough
But I just swear they don't wanna start, though
Lemme tell you 'bout this young nigga from the Bronx, though
Everybody want his head but nobody had his heart, though
Robbin' everybody like he don't believe in karma
Somebody told the feds what he did, they lined him
Told 'em where that nigga lived, yeah, they really lined him
He still sleepin' at his crib like f*ck it if they find him
Prices on his head 'cause he hit a opp up
Money on his head got him moving wiser
Hoodie on his head, they wanna paint his poncho
Pulled up to the crib, he living wit' his moms, though
But they don't even care, they like, "Hit 'em all up"
His eyes turned red and his fists balled up
Voices in his head sayin', "Kill them all," but
Bullets hittin' glass, goin' through the walls, oh
All he heard was screamin', he feel like his time's up
He ain't had no time to go reach for a glove
He just grabbed the pump, start squeezin' at the door
But then he seen his moms laid out on the floor
He dropped down to his knees, head high to the Lord
Ain't the type to cry, but his mom, he really loved
Tears from his eyes dropped beside of the blood
He wishing it won't hurt, but he cried 'cause it does
Then he put his own pump right to his mouth (bop)

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