(Ephortless)
(Beezo need cash only, you dig?)
Ayy (ayy)
Yeah (Tony Coles)
How the f*ck did you fold? You was stuck to the code
You was my little bro 'til you switched up
Used to be at my shows, you would stand in front row
You remember how deep was sticked up?
See, your partner's my partners, you trusting my trust
But now if I see 'em, they hit up
She was playin' both sides, she the real money mine
Bet she leave when you're broke and you locked up
I was stuck in that cell, I was fightin' like hell
I got out, got a spot and then locked up
'Memeber whipping the pot turn the powder to rock?
And I starved 'til that paper had stacked up
Spent a whole year runnin' them racks up
The pandemic really was shit, it ain't stop nothin'
You not having that shit, boy, stop fronting
No mo' locations, I'm ready to pop somethin'
I extended my stack 'til the Feds started knocking
You remember I think I was broke then
We had drove off the top just to do that lil' show
You must knew I was ready and blow then
I ain't start all this shit, you had went to the 'net
I just knew it was smoke, so I copped me a TEC
Bitch, I know when we glide, we gon' slide in a 'Vette
That shit hurt when your partner become a lil' threat
I got me some paper and now he upset
Could've stuck to the plan, you was next
We don't speak, so I guess it's respect
If it's not, well, f*ck it, just leave it at that
But just know if you reach for your strap, you get whacked
Never beef with a nigga, this facts
Never lackin', I stay with a strap
I put this shit on my son, it ain't goin' like that, ayy
How the f*ck did you fold? You was stuck to the code
You was my little bro 'til you switched up
Used to be at my shows, you would stand in front row
You remember how deep was sticked up?
See, your partner's my partners, you trusting my trust
But now if I see 'em, they hit up
She was playin' both sides, she the real money mine
Bet she leave when you're broke and you locked up (broke and you locked up)
BigXthaPlug - AMAR (Deluxe) Album Lyrics
BigXthaPlug - AMAR (Deluxe) Lyrics
Writer: Bishop Grinnage, Khalid Tarig Monawar, Rashard Tremayne McNeil, Tony Coles Anderson, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Rush Hour
(88)
Ayy
Ayy
See, I started this shit with some green
I came up and then turnt up my city and team
Really ballin' and shit, Kareem
I could bless a bad bitch without even a sneeze
You reach for my neck, let it squeeze
I'ma spray this hood block like some f*cking febreeze
I love it when my bitch give me top on her knees
Ayy, when I nut, bitch, I'm leaving the scene
Ayy, Taliban, bitch, we new to the league
But we active, you trip then your face on a tee
Had my partna sell thirty bows, he overseas
Ain't my problem, I was getting them gone every week
Shit, the way I sell dope swear that shit was unique
See, I come from the grove, but I'm so triple D
Nigga trippin', he better lock 'fore I tweak
Please don't ask for no verse if you don't got the fee
Ayy, Big Steppers want bodies for free
Got zah so it ain't for the cheap
I was deep in that field 'fore I laced up my cleats
Once they touch the end zone I was off in them streets, ayy
Hardbody, don't try to compete
Once they jumped in the streets, we was deep in them 'cretes
Threw the Glocks in the river, lay low for a week
Beat the heat, get the stash
The whole 6 gotta eat, ayy
When we hop in them whips, we don't pull out no keys
Push to start then we hit the top speed, ayy
I just started and we in the league
Sunday Balenci', Monday is Supreme, ayy
Used to think all this shit was a dream
Now I open my mouth and these VV's they bling
Dopping ten on my wrist just to strengthen my swing
I'm like, "F*ck it," spent fifteen and got me a ring (ayy)
Nigga better lock in 'fore I crash out
These labels don't give me no M's, I'ma spazz out
Might just go back to the trap house
Me and my niggas steppin', shit sound like a frat house
These niggas telling, they rats now
Me and my niggas solid so we'll never back down
When I f*ck, baby, please keep your back down
Tryna hit baby raw, we gon' call it a smackdown
Say that you rob me, that's cap, how? (Ayy)
I stay strapped with this 40, he play and get shot down (ayy)
These niggas mad 'cause I'm hot now
I remember them days I was cold in the compound
Yelling free rock 'til he out now (ayy)
Took that five to the chin now it's time for the walk down (ayy)
Steppa you play and get hawk down
Once there's smoke in the air ain't no way I'ma calm down
These niggas hoes better talk down
Keep that shit on the net, better not play when I walk 'round (ayy)
Reach for my chain and get chalked down
Bitch, my convos ain't free, it's like ten just to talk now
Spent a four of some Wok just to walk 'round
Know some niggas that's real and still sittin' in that lockdown (ayy)
These niggas pussy, won't pop out
If we shoot up they spot bet they gon bring the cops out
When we hop in them whips, we don't pull out no keys
Push to start then we hit the top speed, ayy
I just started and we in the league
Sunday Balenci', Monday is Supreme, ayy
Used to think all this shit was a dream
Now I open my mouth and these VV's they bling
Dopping ten on my wrist just to strengthen my swing
I'm like, "F*ck it," spent fifteen and got me a ring (ayy)
(88)
Ayy
Ayy
See, I started this shit with some green
I came up and then turnt up my city and team
Really ballin' and shit, Kareem
I could bless a bad bitch without even a sneeze
You reach for my neck, let it squeeze
I'ma spray this hood block like some f*cking febreeze
I love it when my bitch give me top on her knees
Ayy, when I nut, bitch, I'm leaving the scene
Ayy, Taliban, bitch, we new to the league
But we active, you trip then your face on a tee
Had my partna sell thirty bows, he overseas
Ain't my problem, I was getting them gone every week
Shit, the way I sell dope swear that shit was unique
See, I come from the grove, but I'm so triple D
Nigga trippin', he better lock 'fore I tweak
Please don't ask for no verse if you don't got the fee
Ayy, Big Steppers want bodies for free
Got zah so it ain't for the cheap
I was deep in that field 'fore I laced up my cleats
Once they touch the end zone I was off in them streets, ayy
Hardbody, don't try to compete
Once they jumped in the streets, we was deep in them 'cretes
Threw the Glocks in the river, lay low for a week
Beat the heat, get the stash
The whole 6 gotta eat, ayy
When we hop in them whips, we don't pull out no keys
Push to start then we hit the top speed, ayy
I just started and we in the league
Sunday Balenci', Monday is Supreme, ayy
Used to think all this shit was a dream
Now I open my mouth and these VV's they bling
Dopping ten on my wrist just to strengthen my swing
I'm like, "F*ck it," spent fifteen and got me a ring (ayy)
Nigga better lock in 'fore I crash out
These labels don't give me no M's, I'ma spazz out
Might just go back to the trap house
Me and my niggas steppin', shit sound like a frat house
These niggas telling, they rats now
Me and my niggas solid so we'll never back down
When I f*ck, baby, please keep your back down
Tryna hit baby raw, we gon' call it a smackdown
Say that you rob me, that's cap, how? (Ayy)
I stay strapped with this 40, he play and get shot down (ayy)
These niggas mad 'cause I'm hot now
I remember them days I was cold in the compound
Yelling free rock 'til he out now (ayy)
Took that five to the chin now it's time for the walk down (ayy)
Steppa you play and get hawk down
Once there's smoke in the air ain't no way I'ma calm down
These niggas hoes better talk down
Keep that shit on the net, better not play when I walk 'round (ayy)
Reach for my chain and get chalked down
Bitch, my convos ain't free, it's like ten just to talk now
Spent a four of some Wok just to walk 'round
Know some niggas that's real and still sittin' in that lockdown (ayy)
These niggas pussy, won't pop out
If we shoot up they spot bet they gon bring the cops out
When we hop in them whips, we don't pull out no keys
Push to start then we hit the top speed, ayy
I just started and we in the league
Sunday Balenci', Monday is Supreme, ayy
Used to think all this shit was a dream
Now I open my mouth and these VV's they bling
Dopping ten on my wrist just to strengthen my swing
I'm like, "F*ck it," spent fifteen and got me a ring (ayy)
(88)
Writer: Aadrian Hamilton, Rhyme Michaelson-Lara, Shinichi Osawa, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Primetime
(Trashbaggbeats)
Yeah, let's go
Ayy, ayy, let's go
Ayy, ayy, yeah, hmm
Primetime X, ayy (X)
Who the f*ck would've thought I was next?
Bought all these diamonds just so I could flex
When I open my mouth, bet her pussy get wet
These diamonds surprisin' like Russian Roulette
Might just go buy a Lamb', I couldn't fit in a 'Vet
I can't go with my pole, I put this on the set
If I do and I live, I'ma spin where they at, ayy
Nineteen on a hearse sellin' crack
Once I double my profit, I couldn't look back, ayy
Used to laugh 'cause a nigga was fat
Now I'm havin' my way and these bitch niggas broke in they racks
No cappin' in none of my raps
He thought he was up on the boy 'til I showed him the steps
Fingers hurting from thumbin' through racks
I feel like a young Dion Sanders, two, one on my back
But it's still 23 on my strap
I had dreams of ballin' on fields and I'm still writing raps
Tryna put my whole team on the map
We already known in the streets and that's really the facts
Fully auto A-R, it's attached
So ain't no proof faking in this trigger, you playing that stack
Yeah, we quick to get f*ck niggas whacked
But I swerve from the shoulders I'm goated, yeah, I'm really that
Get him gone, hit his bitch from the back
Then f*ck the ho over and make her start over from scratch
600, the block where I'm at
I think I was seven years old when my pops had the rap
But he told that shit in the trap
And ain't that shit funny how it all doubled back?
'Cause look where we at, ayy
Primetime X, ayy (X)
Who the f*ck would've thought I was next?
Bought all these diamonds just so I could flex
When I open my mouth, bet her pussy get wet
These diamonds surprisin' like Russian Roulette
Might just go buy a Lamb', I couldn't fit in a 'Vet
I can't go with my pole, I put this on the set
If I do and I live, I'ma spin where they at, ayy (ayy)
Primetime X, ayy (X)
Who the f*ck would've thought I was next?
Bought all these diamonds just so I could flex
When I open my mouth, bet her pussy get wet
These diamonds surprisin' like Russian Roulette
Might just go buy a Lamb', I couldn't fit in a 'Vet
I can't go with my pole, I put this on the set
If I do and I live, I'ma spin where they at, ayy
I ain't off the pack, but I run that bitch back
I ain't want all this shit but you see where we at
Ayy, in the club, best believe that we strapped (strapped)
If a pussy boy play then he lay and his pockets gettin' tapped
See, this shit really made out of scraps
We put it together, however, now we touchin' stacks
'Member laws cracking down on the traps
Just knew I was next, I said, "F*ck it" and flushed it and bounced
See, this rapping shit came unannounced
I guess these folks like how I move these lil' words out my mouth
Screaming, "Free Rock and Q" 'til they out
Niggas pussy, they wish they could live what I rap
Ask them niggas that's solid, I bet that they'll vouch
I hit really so hard, I ain't open my mouth
Gettin' bricks from the country, this start with the south
Of border, your water come in then it's out
Take some lessons, I'll teach you lil' boys how to trap
I just started this shit and my face on the map
We been runnin' through packs, steady runnin' up laps
If you got BOA, come and get your shit tapped, ayy
Come and get your shit tapped, gang
Ayy, ayy
Let's go, ayy
Primetime X, ayy (X)
Who the f*ck would've thought I was next?
Bought all these diamonds just so I could flex
When I open my mouth, bet her pussy get wet
These diamonds surprisin' like Russian Roulette
Might just go buy a Lamb', I couldn't fit in a 'Vet
I can't go with my pole, I put this on the set
If I do and I live, I'ma spin where they at, ayy (ayy)
Primetime X, ayy (X)
Who the f*ck would've thought I was next?
Bought all these diamonds just so I could flex
When I open my mouth, bet her pussy get wet
These diamonds surprisin' like Russian Roulette
Might just go buy a Lamb', I couldn't fit in a 'Vet
I can't go with my pole, I put this on the set
If I do and I live, I'ma spin where they at, ayy
Yeah, let's go
Ayy, ayy, let's go
Ayy, ayy, yeah, hmm
Primetime X, ayy (X)
Who the f*ck would've thought I was next?
Bought all these diamonds just so I could flex
When I open my mouth, bet her pussy get wet
These diamonds surprisin' like Russian Roulette
Might just go buy a Lamb', I couldn't fit in a 'Vet
I can't go with my pole, I put this on the set
If I do and I live, I'ma spin where they at, ayy
Nineteen on a hearse sellin' crack
Once I double my profit, I couldn't look back, ayy
Used to laugh 'cause a nigga was fat
Now I'm havin' my way and these bitch niggas broke in they racks
No cappin' in none of my raps
He thought he was up on the boy 'til I showed him the steps
Fingers hurting from thumbin' through racks
I feel like a young Dion Sanders, two, one on my back
But it's still 23 on my strap
I had dreams of ballin' on fields and I'm still writing raps
Tryna put my whole team on the map
We already known in the streets and that's really the facts
Fully auto A-R, it's attached
So ain't no proof faking in this trigger, you playing that stack
Yeah, we quick to get f*ck niggas whacked
But I swerve from the shoulders I'm goated, yeah, I'm really that
Get him gone, hit his bitch from the back
Then f*ck the ho over and make her start over from scratch
600, the block where I'm at
I think I was seven years old when my pops had the rap
But he told that shit in the trap
And ain't that shit funny how it all doubled back?
'Cause look where we at, ayy
Primetime X, ayy (X)
Who the f*ck would've thought I was next?
Bought all these diamonds just so I could flex
When I open my mouth, bet her pussy get wet
These diamonds surprisin' like Russian Roulette
Might just go buy a Lamb', I couldn't fit in a 'Vet
I can't go with my pole, I put this on the set
If I do and I live, I'ma spin where they at, ayy (ayy)
Primetime X, ayy (X)
Who the f*ck would've thought I was next?
Bought all these diamonds just so I could flex
When I open my mouth, bet her pussy get wet
These diamonds surprisin' like Russian Roulette
Might just go buy a Lamb', I couldn't fit in a 'Vet
I can't go with my pole, I put this on the set
If I do and I live, I'ma spin where they at, ayy
I ain't off the pack, but I run that bitch back
I ain't want all this shit but you see where we at
Ayy, in the club, best believe that we strapped (strapped)
If a pussy boy play then he lay and his pockets gettin' tapped
See, this shit really made out of scraps
We put it together, however, now we touchin' stacks
'Member laws cracking down on the traps
Just knew I was next, I said, "F*ck it" and flushed it and bounced
See, this rapping shit came unannounced
I guess these folks like how I move these lil' words out my mouth
Screaming, "Free Rock and Q" 'til they out
Niggas pussy, they wish they could live what I rap
Ask them niggas that's solid, I bet that they'll vouch
I hit really so hard, I ain't open my mouth
Gettin' bricks from the country, this start with the south
Of border, your water come in then it's out
Take some lessons, I'll teach you lil' boys how to trap
I just started this shit and my face on the map
We been runnin' through packs, steady runnin' up laps
If you got BOA, come and get your shit tapped, ayy
Come and get your shit tapped, gang
Ayy, ayy
Let's go, ayy
Primetime X, ayy (X)
Who the f*ck would've thought I was next?
Bought all these diamonds just so I could flex
When I open my mouth, bet her pussy get wet
These diamonds surprisin' like Russian Roulette
Might just go buy a Lamb', I couldn't fit in a 'Vet
I can't go with my pole, I put this on the set
If I do and I live, I'ma spin where they at, ayy (ayy)
Primetime X, ayy (X)
Who the f*ck would've thought I was next?
Bought all these diamonds just so I could flex
When I open my mouth, bet her pussy get wet
These diamonds surprisin' like Russian Roulette
Might just go buy a Lamb', I couldn't fit in a 'Vet
I can't go with my pole, I put this on the set
If I do and I live, I'ma spin where they at, ayy
Writer: Charles Forsberg, Reginald Boyland, Samir Zarif, Xavier Landrum
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Texas
(Blazer got the juice)
Testing, testing, alright
You can cut out that other shit (ayo, AIM)
(Yeah, run it up, Blondo) ayy
Bitch, I'm from Texas
Where we still ride in swangas and put diamonds in our necklace
Pour drank inside my lemonade 'til it look like a Pepsi
See, I come from the D where we got shags and we be flexin'
If you ain't from my state
Then you should know don't f*ck with Texas (don't f*ck with Texas)
Ayy, we always strapped, we keep our weapons
My mama from the H, she slowed it down for me at seven
Used to think Pimp C was a God before he went to heaven
I knew what pushin', P was before Gunna even said it
Ayy, see, Z-Ro taught me keep my weapon
And never trust a nigga or a bitch 'cause it's expected
Know killers from the country
They ride horses and throw sevens
Got niggas in the east ride ATVs with MAC-11s
First off
You better remember what that sign say before
You come down here in this bitch
Don't mess with Texas
'Cause you know everybody 'round this bitch got guns
Ayy, see, I'm from Texas (Texas)
We got Beyonce, Trae tha Truth
And we can't forget Devin
Big shout out to them boys and
I can't forget 'bout them Texans
I been feeling like Luka how I ball that shit a blessin'
Number one rule in Texas, keep it silent, ain't no tellin' (tellin')
Ayy, and always keep your f*cking weapon
A nigga try me or the guys, we got no choice but stretch him
If he survive these shots at first, bet he die on that stretcher
These diamonds, I got water might just go Johnny my next ones
Ayy, this Texas tea is what I drink
Sauce Walka had us drippin' sauce, havin' hoes, and on drank
Yung Nation had us jigging, dippin', ain't know how to think
Now I got all these niggas steppin', swipin', catchin' plays (ayy)
Testing, testing, alright
You can cut out that other shit (ayo, AIM)
(Yeah, run it up, Blondo) ayy
Bitch, I'm from Texas
Where we still ride in swangas and put diamonds in our necklace
Pour drank inside my lemonade 'til it look like a Pepsi
See, I come from the D where we got shags and we be flexin'
If you ain't from my state
Then you should know don't f*ck with Texas (don't f*ck with Texas)
Ayy, we always strapped, we keep our weapons
My mama from the H, she slowed it down for me at seven
Used to think Pimp C was a God before he went to heaven
I knew what pushin', P was before Gunna even said it
Ayy, see, Z-Ro taught me keep my weapon
And never trust a nigga or a bitch 'cause it's expected
Know killers from the country
They ride horses and throw sevens
Got niggas in the east ride ATVs with MAC-11s
First off
You better remember what that sign say before
You come down here in this bitch
Don't mess with Texas
'Cause you know everybody 'round this bitch got guns
Ayy, see, I'm from Texas (Texas)
We got Beyonce, Trae tha Truth
And we can't forget Devin
Big shout out to them boys and
I can't forget 'bout them Texans
I been feeling like Luka how I ball that shit a blessin'
Number one rule in Texas, keep it silent, ain't no tellin' (tellin')
Ayy, and always keep your f*cking weapon
A nigga try me or the guys, we got no choice but stretch him
If he survive these shots at first, bet he die on that stretcher
These diamonds, I got water might just go Johnny my next ones
Ayy, this Texas tea is what I drink
Sauce Walka had us drippin' sauce, havin' hoes, and on drank
Yung Nation had us jigging, dippin', ain't know how to think
Now I got all these niggas steppin', swipin', catchin' plays (ayy)
Writer: Johnny Otis, Miltiadis Zabornikov, Shuggie Otis, Vladimir Vasilev, Vladislav Zabornikov, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP
Bad Bitches
[ Featuring Ro$ama ]
Bad bitches, bad bitches
If you ain't 100 then you can't sit with us
Then you can't sit with us
I like bad bitches, bad bitches
If you ain't 100 then you can't sit with us
Then you can't sit with us
I like Megan, and the way she drive the boat
Booty so big she could float
Come kick it with the gangstas, you'll enjoy yourself more
Let your hair down and come and groove with the loccs
I like, ice on my neck
Cause it bring out the tats on my chest
Wanna bust my teeth down
But not yet cause a dark skin with gold still make her pussy wet
I like, sex on the beach
And I ain't talking about the drink
If I bust that thang open will it be women peak
Cause my girl wanna know I ain't just asking for me
I like, baddies in the section
Throwing up my set just to show you what I'm repping
Clutching on my weapon just in case a Nigga precious
Nigga I'm just being extra
I like
Bad bitches, bad bitches
If you ain't 100 then you can't sit with us
Then you can't sit with us
I like bad bitches, bad bitches
If you ain't 100 then you can't sit with us
Then you can't sit with us
I like Latto, and how she get it from her momma
She really with the shit, but baby don't be bout the drama
I like the way she laugh, but I love the way she holla
And baby got her own shit, she ain't tripping bout a dollar
I like, the way she text, baby use them double c's
She text me like what's craccing I guess she cripping like me
She like, the way I stroke
I could tell by how she leak
She must ain't know that she was f*cking with a real freak
She like, the way I hustle
And the way I catch them plays
Matter fact, when we met I hitting the BOA
She know me from the cover shit
She knowing that I don't play
She be in OKC, but she say she from the Bay
I like, how she be cooking
That's the way for me to stay
She know That I ain't leaving good pussy in the plate
She know ima keep the tool with me outta state
I told Rollis only one rule when we play
I like
Bad bitches, bad bitches
If you ain't 100 then you can't sit with us
Then you can't sit with us
I like Bad bitches, bad bitches
If you ain't 100 then you can't sit with us
Then you can't sit with us
Bad bitches, bad bitches
If you ain't 100 then you can't sit with us
Then you can't sit with us
I like Bad bitches, bad bitches
If you ain't 100 then you can't sit with us
Then you can't sit with us
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Bacc to tha Basics
Ayy (Cole, you stupid)
Ayy, see I'm back to the basics
This rap shit has turnt and amazing
But somehow I still feel like, "Take it"
I've been going crazy
Like I'm not the same lil' nigga that come from the bottom, the basement
My momma can't take it
She act like she don't even know that she made me the man that she facing
And these niggas they lazy, they claiming they wanting my spot
But it ain't for the taking
Bitch, I'm back to the basics, these niggas they claim they real but
Be honest we know that you faking
Don't act like you kill the drill 'cause I know I'm the real
If I up it, I bet she get naked
These niggas free line than a bitch
If I hit this lil' switch, on my momma, I bet it start shaking
You ain't up, nigga, how much you making?
Get caught out of bounds, we gon' leave his ass stankin'
Let it keep going, just let it run
Ayy
Run it back and replay it, a nigga run up then he dead
Plus it's on me with one in the head
So don't think that I'm scared
I swear that I'm fully prepared
I'm a creep when I'm mad, I see red
Boy, I sit in the fed
Before I let one of these bitch-ass, snitch-ass
Broke niggas plead
I been on the edge, waiting on a nigga to push me
That means that I'm ready to spread
Got on all of these karats
Same shit it cost to get buried
Nigga reached but he float like a ferry
I been living like Larry and I disappeared just like Perry
Can't f*ck with a ho if she hairy
This shit getting scary, real choppa singing like Carey
This 'Wood keep it cool and steady
On go, is you ready?
Got real niggas strapped with machetes
You play and get turnt to spaghetti
Ayy, see I'm back to the basics
This rap shit has turnt and amazing
But somehow I still feel like, "Take it"
I've been going crazy
Like I'm not the same lil' nigga that come from the bottom, the basement
My momma can't take it
She act like she don't even know that she made me the man that she facing
And these niggas they lazy, they claiming they wanting my spot
But it ain't for the taking
Bitch, I'm back to the basics, these niggas they claim they real but
Be honest we know that you faking
Don't act like you kill the drill 'cause I know I'm the real
If I up it, I bet she get naked
These niggas free line than a bitch
If I hit this lil' switch, on my momma, I bet it start shaking
You ain't up, nigga, how much you making?
Get caught out of bounds, we gon' leave his ass stankin'
Let it keep going, just let it run
Ayy
Run it back and replay it, a nigga run up then he dead
Plus it's on me with one in the head
So don't think that I'm scared
I swear that I'm fully prepared
I'm a creep when I'm mad, I see red
Boy, I sit in the fed
Before I let one of these bitch-ass, snitch-ass
Broke niggas plead
I been on the edge, waiting on a nigga to push me
That means that I'm ready to spread
Got on all of these karats
Same shit it cost to get buried
Nigga reached but he float like a ferry
I been living like Larry and I disappeared just like Perry
Can't f*ck with a ho if she hairy
This shit getting scary, real choppa singing like Carey
This 'Wood keep it cool and steady
On go, is you ready?
Got real niggas strapped with machetes
You play and get turnt to spaghetti
Writer: Kameron Cole, Peter Mudge, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP
Safehouse
(Baker Yung, Yo, Ben)
Turn me up a little bit more ayy
Yeah ayy, ayy
See, we posted with pistols and rockets
Ain't makin' deposit's
We puttin' that shit all into boxes
Done got a lil' buzz, now I'm poppin'
Got racks in my pockets, a bitch nigga reach
Then I'm poppin'
It's you or it's me, that's the option
You got that lil' pistol, ain't popped it
Ain't got you no bodies
See, really you niggas nobodies
Got rank in the city
I make me one call and you bodied
See, we flash and crash as a hobby
Been goin' too fast with this shit
Somethin' like Ricky Bobby
I'm strapped like it's part of my body
Stiff at the shoulders
I'm somethin' like Frazier or Ali
You fake, yeah, you niggas a copy
I bet if I give her this pill
That she jumped out her body
It's wet, but I bet it get sloppy
'Cause I got a stroke give her hope
And I bet he can't copy
Was cold on that field, was a jockey
But I had been jumped in that
Field before cleats and a homi
These niggas too pussy to try me
Bumpin' they gums on the 'net like
They don't know where I be
600 the block, do you copy?
I really had fiends at the hotel
Gettin' lit in the lobby
These labels, they tryin' to sign me
But I want an M for my son
Ain't no tellin' what I need
See, I'm bangin' Crip like a Hi-C, ayy
Ayy hold on, Darlo
Ayy, get it right i'm finna punch in
I'm finna double back ayy
Ayy ayy
Ayy
See, I'm bangin' Crip like a Hi-C
I'm cold with them sticks and that ice
But ain't never play hockey
That hustlin' shit in my body
But if I ain't flippin' that pack
Then I'm robbin' the party
They steppin' on shit, hardly
Jumped in the game off the top rope
I feel like Jeff Hardy
Finna ice out my chain, went to Johnny
Really too wavy for niggas
I'm screamin' out, "Gnarly"
Taliban not a gang, we an army
And yeah, we been havin' some motion
Just waitin' to spark it
Smellin' like gas up in Target
Caught an opp lackin', he pussy
I don't f*ck with the talkin'
See, we droppin' bodies, chalkin'
These niggas ain't really steppin'
They really just walkin'
These niggas the feds, they be talkin'
I got some killers on deck that's
Gon' scoot for the profit
Turn me up a little bit more ayy
Yeah ayy, ayy
See, we posted with pistols and rockets
Ain't makin' deposit's
We puttin' that shit all into boxes
Done got a lil' buzz, now I'm poppin'
Got racks in my pockets, a bitch nigga reach
Then I'm poppin'
It's you or it's me, that's the option
You got that lil' pistol, ain't popped it
Ain't got you no bodies
See, really you niggas nobodies
Got rank in the city
I make me one call and you bodied
See, we flash and crash as a hobby
Been goin' too fast with this shit
Somethin' like Ricky Bobby
I'm strapped like it's part of my body
Stiff at the shoulders
I'm somethin' like Frazier or Ali
You fake, yeah, you niggas a copy
I bet if I give her this pill
That she jumped out her body
It's wet, but I bet it get sloppy
'Cause I got a stroke give her hope
And I bet he can't copy
Was cold on that field, was a jockey
But I had been jumped in that
Field before cleats and a homi
These niggas too pussy to try me
Bumpin' they gums on the 'net like
They don't know where I be
600 the block, do you copy?
I really had fiends at the hotel
Gettin' lit in the lobby
These labels, they tryin' to sign me
But I want an M for my son
Ain't no tellin' what I need
See, I'm bangin' Crip like a Hi-C, ayy
Ayy hold on, Darlo
Ayy, get it right i'm finna punch in
I'm finna double back ayy
Ayy ayy
Ayy
See, I'm bangin' Crip like a Hi-C
I'm cold with them sticks and that ice
But ain't never play hockey
That hustlin' shit in my body
But if I ain't flippin' that pack
Then I'm robbin' the party
They steppin' on shit, hardly
Jumped in the game off the top rope
I feel like Jeff Hardy
Finna ice out my chain, went to Johnny
Really too wavy for niggas
I'm screamin' out, "Gnarly"
Taliban not a gang, we an army
And yeah, we been havin' some motion
Just waitin' to spark it
Smellin' like gas up in Target
Caught an opp lackin', he pussy
I don't f*ck with the talkin'
See, we droppin' bodies, chalkin'
These niggas ain't really steppin'
They really just walkin'
These niggas the feds, they be talkin'
I got some killers on deck that's
Gon' scoot for the profit
Writer: BAKER YUNG, BIGX THAPLUG, IVAN TAGLE
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Missing Link Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Missing Link Music
Change
Oh, yeah
Breakfast time I stare (stare)
Across the table at an empty chair
Life's so lonely living without you
The whole day I just think about you (ayo, Donavon, heat that up)
Ayy, turn me up a little bit more in the headphones
Yeah
Ayy
Ayy, see, lately shit changed
'Member the change in my pocket, now we hit the club and it rain
Remember them days bein' a hood superstar, now the whole city saying my name
I can't f*ck with these lames
Cut off a handful of partners, them niggas weren't rocking the same
But it's part of the game
They hate when you reaching the top, they be throwing the salt on my name
I'm forever the same
These niggas snitch for a bitch, but I'm solid, that shit in my veins
And I'm reppin' the gang
If it ain't Crip or the 6, bitch, it's Taliban Gang what I claim
I been locked in the cage
Told the T-Jones 'fore I went I'd be damned if I mention some names
But they can't say the same
'Cause these niggas quick just to snitch on a nigga that's bleeding the game
Like, maybe you lame and we are all not built the same
You a bitch, boy, you told on your gang
I just stay in my lane
I just spent a lil' thirty on chains, if he reach, then I'm blowin' his brain
How the f*ck can you claim that you my day one when I went in that cell?
You ain't look up my name
But they can't say the same 'cause I'm a big solid-ass nigga
Not on me, that shit in my veins, ayy
And this shit really just getting ridiculous like
Like I'm really just getting better and better
Better than ever, huh
Let's go
Ayy, ayy
Free Rock and Q 'til they out
Bitch, just bought a new Glock, that bitch came with a switch
The opps steady talking about shit
Can't shoot at my block, boy, go shoot at a bitch
Since I started rapping, I got rich
'Fore I ever go broke, I go back in that fit
Reach for my throat, that's a big risk
'cause I bleed for respect and I put that on Crip, ayy
Breakfast time I stare (stare)
Across the table at an empty chair
Life's so lonely living without you
The whole day I just think about you (ayo, Donavon, heat that up)
Ayy, turn me up a little bit more in the headphones
Yeah
Ayy
Ayy, see, lately shit changed
'Member the change in my pocket, now we hit the club and it rain
Remember them days bein' a hood superstar, now the whole city saying my name
I can't f*ck with these lames
Cut off a handful of partners, them niggas weren't rocking the same
But it's part of the game
They hate when you reaching the top, they be throwing the salt on my name
I'm forever the same
These niggas snitch for a bitch, but I'm solid, that shit in my veins
And I'm reppin' the gang
If it ain't Crip or the 6, bitch, it's Taliban Gang what I claim
I been locked in the cage
Told the T-Jones 'fore I went I'd be damned if I mention some names
But they can't say the same
'Cause these niggas quick just to snitch on a nigga that's bleeding the game
Like, maybe you lame and we are all not built the same
You a bitch, boy, you told on your gang
I just stay in my lane
I just spent a lil' thirty on chains, if he reach, then I'm blowin' his brain
How the f*ck can you claim that you my day one when I went in that cell?
You ain't look up my name
But they can't say the same 'cause I'm a big solid-ass nigga
Not on me, that shit in my veins, ayy
And this shit really just getting ridiculous like
Like I'm really just getting better and better
Better than ever, huh
Let's go
Ayy, ayy
Free Rock and Q 'til they out
Bitch, just bought a new Glock, that bitch came with a switch
The opps steady talking about shit
Can't shoot at my block, boy, go shoot at a bitch
Since I started rapping, I got rich
'Fore I ever go broke, I go back in that fit
Reach for my throat, that's a big risk
'cause I bleed for respect and I put that on Crip, ayy
Writer: Angelo Bond, Donavan Wells, William Henry Weatherspoon, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Badu Flow
Didn't cha know, didn't cha know
Stopped to watch my emotions sway
Didn't cha know, didn't cha know
Knew the toll but I would not pay (Tony Coles)
Ayy
Yeah
See, I really been out on a mission
To keep all this paper we having
Still come in and flip it
Started out robbin', Batman with the gidgets
When that shit didn't work, talk to Pop 'bout the chicken
All of them talks, my badass still ain't listen
Was living, but taught me the ways of that kitchen
Don't need me a pot, I can microwave, whip it
I bang the Hi-C just like a Christian
Went from that set to the spot, now we living
Still running they mouth, they gon' die 'bout them mentions
They bitches and most of 'em not from the trenches
Come to my block, come and see how we livin'
We chillin' with Glocks and they all got extensions
Moved to the North 'cause I seen they was winnin'
Go ask about X, got a spot, had it spinnin'
Ayy, went from ballin' to clutchin' to sinning
Was robbin', he don't give it up then we kill him
One-legged partner, 5K, he a killer
Came back from the dead, bitch, I'm feeling like Thriller
Ayy, ask your ho, bitch, she know I'm that nigga
She came through the circle, just know she a spinner
She swallow it all for a pill and some liquor
Havin' our way, could retire a stripper
But instead bought a BBL, got the bitch thicker
A f*ck nigga play, he gettin' found in the river
Her diamonds froze, they so cold, made me shiver
I been pouring up drank, know it's hurtin' my liver
Shit, that's the cost to keep sane from these niggas
He say the wrong thing, let it rain on these niggas
Damn, he a ho, ain't no shame in these niggas
Be all on the 'net, but still claim you a killer
Bitch, if you real, here my chain go, lil' nigga
Admit it, these niggas don't rap what they living
Or live what they rap, boy, that shit really cap
I heard through the vine all these niggas been rats
Shit, it's cool, I get jammed, 'least I know where they at
I start sweet dicking hoes, they don't know how to act
Quick to blow up my phone, get my name as a tatt'
Can't be stuck on a ho, I'm too deep in these racks
It was crack, but I'm really turnt up off of rap, ayy
Admit it, these niggas don't rap what they living
Or live what they rap, boy, that shit really cap
I heard through the vine all these niggas been rats
Shit, it's cool, I get jammed, 'least I know where they at
I start sweet dicking hoes, they don't know how to act
Quick to blow up my phone, get my name as a tatt'
Can't be stuck on a ho, I'm too deep in these racks
It was crack, but I'm really turnt up off of rap, ayy
Stopped to watch my emotions sway
Didn't cha know, didn't cha know
Knew the toll but I would not pay (Tony Coles)
Ayy
Yeah
See, I really been out on a mission
To keep all this paper we having
Still come in and flip it
Started out robbin', Batman with the gidgets
When that shit didn't work, talk to Pop 'bout the chicken
All of them talks, my badass still ain't listen
Was living, but taught me the ways of that kitchen
Don't need me a pot, I can microwave, whip it
I bang the Hi-C just like a Christian
Went from that set to the spot, now we living
Still running they mouth, they gon' die 'bout them mentions
They bitches and most of 'em not from the trenches
Come to my block, come and see how we livin'
We chillin' with Glocks and they all got extensions
Moved to the North 'cause I seen they was winnin'
Go ask about X, got a spot, had it spinnin'
Ayy, went from ballin' to clutchin' to sinning
Was robbin', he don't give it up then we kill him
One-legged partner, 5K, he a killer
Came back from the dead, bitch, I'm feeling like Thriller
Ayy, ask your ho, bitch, she know I'm that nigga
She came through the circle, just know she a spinner
She swallow it all for a pill and some liquor
Havin' our way, could retire a stripper
But instead bought a BBL, got the bitch thicker
A f*ck nigga play, he gettin' found in the river
Her diamonds froze, they so cold, made me shiver
I been pouring up drank, know it's hurtin' my liver
Shit, that's the cost to keep sane from these niggas
He say the wrong thing, let it rain on these niggas
Damn, he a ho, ain't no shame in these niggas
Be all on the 'net, but still claim you a killer
Bitch, if you real, here my chain go, lil' nigga
Admit it, these niggas don't rap what they living
Or live what they rap, boy, that shit really cap
I heard through the vine all these niggas been rats
Shit, it's cool, I get jammed, 'least I know where they at
I start sweet dicking hoes, they don't know how to act
Quick to blow up my phone, get my name as a tatt'
Can't be stuck on a ho, I'm too deep in these racks
It was crack, but I'm really turnt up off of rap, ayy
Admit it, these niggas don't rap what they living
Or live what they rap, boy, that shit really cap
I heard through the vine all these niggas been rats
Shit, it's cool, I get jammed, 'least I know where they at
I start sweet dicking hoes, they don't know how to act
Quick to blow up my phone, get my name as a tatt'
Can't be stuck on a ho, I'm too deep in these racks
It was crack, but I'm really turnt up off of rap, ayy
Writer: Erica Wright, James Dewitt Yancey, Jeremy Brown, Philip Eugene Clendeninn, Tony Coles Anderson, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP
I Know
[ Featuring Sauce Walka ]
(ZiggyMadeIt)
These niggas ain't havin' that shit like they say they is, hmm, I know
It was just me and my bros at the store
We was hittin' good licks, going 'bow for 'bow
Ayy, hmm, and if you ain't know, we was pushin' that P, for sure
That shit in my veins, I been feeling like Boa
If my pockets get low, bet it come off a ho
Ayy, hmm, them fiends at the door, we was bustin' it down for the lo'
Come and shop at my shop if you tryna store
We had hard out the back and the front for the nose, ayy, hmm
And my block in control, you know I rep six double O
Nigga play in this bitch then I'm uppin' my pole
Spot him out and whoever he with gotta go
These niggas ain't taking shit, that's on my soul
Tailband, bitch, we up on the road
Stay with them sticks, we got straps on the road
He T'd out, he gon' rock while I roll
These niggas pussy, but internet trolls
Niggas play and his brains gotta go
Think that he sleep then he lame than a ho
Nigga trippin', get put in the frame in this ho
Hit the club and I bet it's gon' rain in this ho
If I hit it up now, ain't no nuttin' in a ho
I'm a stepper, think I need a cane in this ho
If I f*ck the ho once, ain't no tamin' the ho
You can step in this water, it's dangerous though
Nigga changed on his hood, ain't no changin' me though
Shit, I'm still the same nigga with braids or a 'fro
You can pick any lane, either way, we can go, ayy
These niggas ain't havin' that shit like they say they is, hmm, I know
It was just me and my bros at the store
We was hittin' good licks, going 'bow for 'bow
Ayy, hmm, and if you ain't know (boy), we was pushin' that P, for sure (ayy)
That shit in my veins, I been feeling like Boa (mhm, mhm)
If my pockets get low, bet it come off a ho (mm)
Ayy, hmm, them fiends at the door, we was bustin' it down for the lo'
Come and shop at my shop if you tryna store
We had hard out the back and the front for the nose, ayy, hmm
And my block in control, you know I rep six double O
Nigga play in this bitch then I'm uppin' my pole
Spot him out and whoever he with gotta go (mhm, mhm, mhm)
I'm really havin' these millions and that is the difference
I'm twenty-five when I had my first million dollars, laid off cold cash, all off pimpin'
Hopping out a 550, countin' up five fifty, bitch, send me five fifty all off simpin'
Drippin' out a Plexiglas, pimpin' on a pleasant ho
Picking up a five-piece, know we love chicken
I poured some drank on the floor and she licked it
You throw a pass, I'm the chief, we gon' pick it
Soon as he light the switch, choppa start hittin'
He done got killed with a blunt in his kitchen
F*ck all that slimy shit, I'm washing dishes
Bring grease over here, we gon' clean up his skillet
First, leave a wound on your head, it's no healin'
I'll drop a egg and leave yolk on your ceiling
Come play with God 'fore we go start the drillin'
These niggas ain't havin' that shit like they say they is (boy), hmm, I know (yeah)
It was just me and my bros at the store
We was hittin' good licks, going 'bow for 'bow (yeah)
Ayy, hmm, and if you ain't know, we was pushin' that P, for sure (ayy)
That shit in my veins, I been feeling like Boa
If my pockets get low, bet it come off a ho (a ho)
Ayy, hmm, them fiends at the door (yeah), we was bustin' it down for the lo'
Come and shop at my shop if you tryna store
We had hard out the back and the front for the nose, ayy, hmm
And my block in control (Crip), you know I rep six double O
Nigga play in this bitch then I'm uppin' my pole
Spot him out and whoever he with gotta go
Writer: Albert Mondane, Noel Brown, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Levels
I picked you up when you fell
And cut your knee
I told you not to cry
And held you close to me
And not shit where you live, yeah? Like
One, we can help you
Two, we can allow you to help yourself
And three, we can have you replaced (Tony Coles)
Ay
See I really been popping my shit on a whole 'nother level
You playing, get sent to the Devil
These bitches been on me, I swear they keep calling my phone
I'm like, "Hold on, lemme check the schedule"
If she get time of day then I had a good play
So I'm back at the spot, she getting bent like a pretzel
These niggas be soft than a bitch but be turnt up off a perc
Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever
See I really been popping my shit on a whole 'nother level
You playing, get sent to the Devil
These bitches been on me, I swear they keep calling my phone
I'm like, "Hold on, lemme check the schedule"
If she get time of day then I had a good play
So I'm back at the spot, she getting bent like a pretzel
These niggas be soft than a bitch but be turnt up off a perc
Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever
Ay, bitch, I'm poppin' like corn on a kettle
A lame nigga reach for my chain he get hit with this metal
And first shit we on to new levels
I put triple D on my back and my foot on the pedal
I'm chasing shabotta, the cheddar
I really know Mexicans though, I call all of them Jefe
We up, you can go check the record
'Cause lately I've really been balling, I'm feeling like steph
Sit back, lemme teach you a lesson
You run up on BigXthaPlug can, get hit with this weapon
Walk the Glock they oughta listen
But I still beat yo' bitch ass like it's Marvel and Tekken
T just pray every day to the reverend
She know that I'm not on my last and her son been a felon
Think he sweet put a hole in his melon
And I'll prolly beat the lil' case 'cause we don't do no telling
To the lost ones I'm something like Helen
These niggas be hopping and hollering, boy, f*ck all that yelling
We 'bout it, come check out my section
Taliban shit but you know it's 600 I'm repping
In my hood, boy, I'm something like a legend
You can't join the gang if you ain't known for shooting and stepping
Where he play, that's the same place we left him
Was being too extra, I hate that the gang had to stretch him
See I really been popping my shit on a whole 'nother level
You playing, get sent to the Devil
These bitches been on me, I swear they keep calling my phone
I'm like, "Hold on, lemme check the schedule"
If she get time of day then I had a good play
So I'm back at the spot, she getting bent like a pretzel
These niggas be soft than a bitch but be turnt up off a perc
Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever
See I really been popping my shit on a whole 'nother level
You playing, get sent to the Devil
These bitches been on me, I swear they keep calling my phone
I'm like, "Hold on, lemme check the schedule"
If she get time of day then I had a good play
So I'm back at the spot, she getting bent like a pretzel
These niggas be soft than a bitch but be turnt up off a perc
Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever
And cut your knee
I told you not to cry
And held you close to me
And not shit where you live, yeah? Like
One, we can help you
Two, we can allow you to help yourself
And three, we can have you replaced (Tony Coles)
Ay
See I really been popping my shit on a whole 'nother level
You playing, get sent to the Devil
These bitches been on me, I swear they keep calling my phone
I'm like, "Hold on, lemme check the schedule"
If she get time of day then I had a good play
So I'm back at the spot, she getting bent like a pretzel
These niggas be soft than a bitch but be turnt up off a perc
Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever
See I really been popping my shit on a whole 'nother level
You playing, get sent to the Devil
These bitches been on me, I swear they keep calling my phone
I'm like, "Hold on, lemme check the schedule"
If she get time of day then I had a good play
So I'm back at the spot, she getting bent like a pretzel
These niggas be soft than a bitch but be turnt up off a perc
Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever
Ay, bitch, I'm poppin' like corn on a kettle
A lame nigga reach for my chain he get hit with this metal
And first shit we on to new levels
I put triple D on my back and my foot on the pedal
I'm chasing shabotta, the cheddar
I really know Mexicans though, I call all of them Jefe
We up, you can go check the record
'Cause lately I've really been balling, I'm feeling like steph
Sit back, lemme teach you a lesson
You run up on BigXthaPlug can, get hit with this weapon
Walk the Glock they oughta listen
But I still beat yo' bitch ass like it's Marvel and Tekken
T just pray every day to the reverend
She know that I'm not on my last and her son been a felon
Think he sweet put a hole in his melon
And I'll prolly beat the lil' case 'cause we don't do no telling
To the lost ones I'm something like Helen
These niggas be hopping and hollering, boy, f*ck all that yelling
We 'bout it, come check out my section
Taliban shit but you know it's 600 I'm repping
In my hood, boy, I'm something like a legend
You can't join the gang if you ain't known for shooting and stepping
Where he play, that's the same place we left him
Was being too extra, I hate that the gang had to stretch him
See I really been popping my shit on a whole 'nother level
You playing, get sent to the Devil
These bitches been on me, I swear they keep calling my phone
I'm like, "Hold on, lemme check the schedule"
If she get time of day then I had a good play
So I'm back at the spot, she getting bent like a pretzel
These niggas be soft than a bitch but be turnt up off a perc
Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever
See I really been popping my shit on a whole 'nother level
You playing, get sent to the Devil
These bitches been on me, I swear they keep calling my phone
I'm like, "Hold on, lemme check the schedule"
If she get time of day then I had a good play
So I'm back at the spot, she getting bent like a pretzel
These niggas be soft than a bitch but be turnt up off a perc
Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever
Writer: Jeremy Brown, Marvin Eugene Smith, Tony Anderson, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP
Thick
[ Featuring Tay Money, Erica Banks ]
Aye
I need a real thick bitch from the south Real pretty in the face but thick and really out here wild-in
She gotta have that water, pussy wet just like a fountain
Good head up on the shoulders necklace dripping in medallion
She asked how long I want it, lil bae I can last for hours
I been feeling like boogie bae give me that pussy power
When we done with this round I just might beat it in the shower
She say she love em chubby plus this dick here come with some powers
Hold on, Hold on baby let see that kitty backwards
Like how you start off slow but speed it up when I say faster?
See I come from the slums so bae excuse me cause I'm active
Need me a gutta bitch, gonna take the charge and hide my stash
She boujie never broke she spend a band a week on lashes
She lit with all this shit, she always dripped in latest fashion
She always at the club at night, through the day she do taxes
After she leave that club she gonna hit me like let's get nasty
I need a real thick bitch from the south
Real pretty in the face but thick and really out here wild-in
She gotta have that water, pussy wet just like a fountain
Good head up on the shoulders necklace dripping in medallion
Taking pictures in the mirror from the back like I look thick or sum
Come get rich or sum
Take a nigga bitch or sum
I don't gotta beg him for no bag cause he gonna tip me some
Make the stick, he come
All the bitches really dumb
Bad hoe and she dance yeah, thick hoe with them jeans on
Long hair with them big hoops
Ghetto bitch with that pink on
5'3 in that all black, nigga gotta pay a fee to get it
Everybody wanna see the business, you gonna have to really come and see to get it
Calling about that wic, got that pussy in a headlock
Not the type to love you but the type to make the bed rock
First I get the neck, get the check then I head out
Gone, blocked the number then I sped out
I need a real thick bitch from the south
Real pretty in the face but thick and really out here wild-in
She gotta have that water, pussy wet just like a fountain
Good head up on the shoulders necklace dripping in medallion
I need a real thick bitch from the south
Real pretty in the face but thick and really out here wild-in
She gotta have that water, pussy wet just like a fountain
Good head up on the shoulders necklace dripping in medallion
Aye yeah
So I'm pussy poppin, ass shaking yeah I'm money megan
I'm the baddest in the club, he trying to come see me naked
Ain't got no time for no dude (uh ah)
Bitch I don't do no basics
Trying to get me out your head (uh ah) bitch you can't replace it
I'm so Texas but it's fashion
Michael Jackson, I'm the baddest out in Dallas got a palace, I'm the queen you know the status
Feel like Luca with the mavericks
Dance on him like we at magic
(AYE)
Bitch you nasty
Yeah I know that though
I need a real thick bitch from the south
Real pretty in the face but thick and really out here wild-in
She gotta have that water, pussy wet just like a fountain
Good head up on the shoulders necklace dripping in medallion
I need a real thick bitch from the south
Real pretty in the face but thick and really out here wild-in
She gotta have that water, pussy wet just like a fountain
Good head up on the shoulders necklace dripping in medallion
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Dream
And I wish on all the rainbows that I see
I wish on all the people who really dream
And I'm wishin' on tomorrow, praying it'll come
And I'm wishin' on all the lovin' we've ever done (Tony Coles)
Ayy, turn the lights out
I'm wishing on a star
Turn it up (to follow where you are)
Turn the music up on my headphones
I'm wishin' on a dream
Ayy, ayy (to follow what it means)
I'm wishing on a star
I was down on my dick, only needed one wish
Ayy, told myself, "Don't go back in that fit
'Cause be real, that's the shit that keep us from these riches"
They do shit for the 'Gram but act broke for these bitches
Ayy, I'm a man, I take care of my children
I do all this rap just to change how we livin'
They don't know all the real that I come from them trenches
Them ditches, I swear, and 'em bitches is wicked
A bitch nigga reach for my chain and we blitzing
Ayy, yeah, I'm rich but still step in them Balenci's
Remember them days used to dream 'bout Givenchy
Was hitting them licks 'cause my pockets was empty
Ayy, me and Tee sharing one piece of chicken
Was so f*cking broke couldn't even buy me a biscuit
Couldn't clear out my throat 'cause the drink was 2.50
Now I'm up every month, swear I'm touching like sixty
Ayy, bitch, I'm active, so please do not diss me
'Cause I'm quick to have niggas gone, talking missing
I turnt up in a year, now I'm runnin' my city
Be real, ain't too many, that's just f*cking with me
Glasses cover my eyes but I still see the pity
They mad 'cause I'm up and they quit f*cking with me
Left they ass in dust, you can tell 'cause they dingy
And they broke, how the f*ck you sell weed but you skimping?
Since I touched the bag, every day, I've been drinking
Every function we in, they respecting this Cripping
If they don't, we on go in the club, we gon' flip 'em
I remember them days, it was dubs in the kitchen
I been moving too fast, so it's lines that I'm skipping
Fifteen deep at my shows, see a opp and then we hit him
Partner turned to a ho, tried to make me the villain
Not trippin', I'm standing on ten and I'm with it, ayy
Since I touched the bag, every day, I've been drinking
Every function we in, they respecting this Cripping
If they don't, we on go in the club, we gon' flip 'em
I remember them days, it was dubs in the kitchen
I been moving too fast, so it's lines that I'm skipping
Fifteen deep at my shows, see a opp and then we hit him
Partner turned to a ho, tried to make me the villain
Not trippin', I'm standing on ten and I'm with it, ayy
I was down on my dick, only needed one wish
Ayy, told myself, "Don't go back in that fit
'Cause be real, that's the shit that keep us from these riches"
They do shit for the 'Gram but act broke for these bitches
Ayy, I'm a man, I take care of my children
I do all this rap just to change how we livin'
They don't know all the real that I come from them trenches
Them ditches, I swear, and 'em bitches is wicked
A bitch nigga reach for my chain and we blitzing
Ayy, yeah, I'm rich but still step in them Balenci's
Remember them days used to dream 'bout Givenchy
Was hitting them licks 'cause my pockets was empty
Ayy, me and Tee sharing one piece of chicken
Was so f*cking broke couldn't even buy me a biscuit
Couldn't clear out my throat 'cause the drink was 2.50
Now I'm up every month, swear I'm touching like sixty
I'm wishin' on a star
To follow where you are
I'm wishin' on a dream
To follow what it means
I wish on all the people who really dream
And I'm wishin' on tomorrow, praying it'll come
And I'm wishin' on all the lovin' we've ever done (Tony Coles)
Ayy, turn the lights out
I'm wishing on a star
Turn it up (to follow where you are)
Turn the music up on my headphones
I'm wishin' on a dream
Ayy, ayy (to follow what it means)
I'm wishing on a star
I was down on my dick, only needed one wish
Ayy, told myself, "Don't go back in that fit
'Cause be real, that's the shit that keep us from these riches"
They do shit for the 'Gram but act broke for these bitches
Ayy, I'm a man, I take care of my children
I do all this rap just to change how we livin'
They don't know all the real that I come from them trenches
Them ditches, I swear, and 'em bitches is wicked
A bitch nigga reach for my chain and we blitzing
Ayy, yeah, I'm rich but still step in them Balenci's
Remember them days used to dream 'bout Givenchy
Was hitting them licks 'cause my pockets was empty
Ayy, me and Tee sharing one piece of chicken
Was so f*cking broke couldn't even buy me a biscuit
Couldn't clear out my throat 'cause the drink was 2.50
Now I'm up every month, swear I'm touching like sixty
Ayy, bitch, I'm active, so please do not diss me
'Cause I'm quick to have niggas gone, talking missing
I turnt up in a year, now I'm runnin' my city
Be real, ain't too many, that's just f*cking with me
Glasses cover my eyes but I still see the pity
They mad 'cause I'm up and they quit f*cking with me
Left they ass in dust, you can tell 'cause they dingy
And they broke, how the f*ck you sell weed but you skimping?
Since I touched the bag, every day, I've been drinking
Every function we in, they respecting this Cripping
If they don't, we on go in the club, we gon' flip 'em
I remember them days, it was dubs in the kitchen
I been moving too fast, so it's lines that I'm skipping
Fifteen deep at my shows, see a opp and then we hit him
Partner turned to a ho, tried to make me the villain
Not trippin', I'm standing on ten and I'm with it, ayy
Since I touched the bag, every day, I've been drinking
Every function we in, they respecting this Cripping
If they don't, we on go in the club, we gon' flip 'em
I remember them days, it was dubs in the kitchen
I been moving too fast, so it's lines that I'm skipping
Fifteen deep at my shows, see a opp and then we hit him
Partner turned to a ho, tried to make me the villain
Not trippin', I'm standing on ten and I'm with it, ayy
I was down on my dick, only needed one wish
Ayy, told myself, "Don't go back in that fit
'Cause be real, that's the shit that keep us from these riches"
They do shit for the 'Gram but act broke for these bitches
Ayy, I'm a man, I take care of my children
I do all this rap just to change how we livin'
They don't know all the real that I come from them trenches
Them ditches, I swear, and 'em bitches is wicked
A bitch nigga reach for my chain and we blitzing
Ayy, yeah, I'm rich but still step in them Balenci's
Remember them days used to dream 'bout Givenchy
Was hitting them licks 'cause my pockets was empty
Ayy, me and Tee sharing one piece of chicken
Was so f*cking broke couldn't even buy me a biscuit
Couldn't clear out my throat 'cause the drink was 2.50
Now I'm up every month, swear I'm touching like sixty
I'm wishin' on a star
To follow where you are
I'm wishin' on a dream
To follow what it means
Writer: Billie Rae Calvin, Jeremy Brown, Tony Anderson, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Whip It
We wanna see you whip it
Sure could treat you right
Give me just a minute of your time tonight
We both are here to have big fun
So let it whip
Ayy (let the BandPlay)
Ayy, bitches know that I'm P and I'm thuggin'
I'm still in the streets
If he run up, I alt and delete, clean the Glock and repeat
It get hot, throw that bitch in a creek
Hit the spot, it's twelve-hundred a P
I went flawless my teeth, diamond, boy, this shit wet as a sink
That boy dumber then a bitch, if he reach, I'm the G.O.A.T. of the D
Let's be real, Stevie wonder could see that I'm havin' this shit and I'm flee
Labels call every week, I can't sign, I got cases to beat
Plus, I touch 80K every week
Ain't gon' lie, this shit sweet
Let it whip if he step on my feet
On my son, used to slide every week
Ever shot out a Jeep wit' no doors so them niggas could see who it was just to see if they street
Don't get put on a tee
On the 'net tryna act like you gangster
I got enough bread for the fee
Bitch, you know I'm a G, I got killers come straight out the east
They pull up on a horse wit' a ski
Bitch, I'm f*cking for free
Don't you dare say the pussy a fee 'cause you bound to get left in the streets
I make ten off of feats and I ain't touched a 'bow in some weeks
But I know where OG for the cheap
Cross the line, bet I tweak
Gotta know I ain't goin' for none, you think that I'm cappin', come and see
We wanna see you whip it
Sure could treat you right
Give me just a minute of your time tonight
We both are here to have big fun
So let it whip
Ayy, let it whip in a pot in my spot
All that powder would lock once the fiends had a taste, it was hot
Thinking I'm cappin', I'm not
Boy, you better go ask 'bout my spot
On my son, it was me and D-Rocc
From the Nawf to the block
Boy, that shit just a skip and a hop
Lil' KB gettin' skats off the lot
This shit all of a rock, now I'm rolling
My bitch, she controlling
She like to keep one in my Glock
Let it whip, if he run in my spot
Let it whip if he think that he hot just to show him he not
Let it it whip when I'm spinnin' the block
Whip again if we ain't get him got
When we catch him, he popped out a whip since he say that I flopped
Bought another to shit on a opp', now let's talk 'bout the watch
And the chains and shit all of these rings
Safe to say I done turnt up a notch, hey
Wanna see you whip it
Sure could treat you right
Give me just a minute of your time tonight
We both are here to have big fun
So let it whip
Sure could treat you right
Give me just a minute of your time tonight
We both are here to have big fun
So let it whip
Ayy (let the BandPlay)
Ayy, bitches know that I'm P and I'm thuggin'
I'm still in the streets
If he run up, I alt and delete, clean the Glock and repeat
It get hot, throw that bitch in a creek
Hit the spot, it's twelve-hundred a P
I went flawless my teeth, diamond, boy, this shit wet as a sink
That boy dumber then a bitch, if he reach, I'm the G.O.A.T. of the D
Let's be real, Stevie wonder could see that I'm havin' this shit and I'm flee
Labels call every week, I can't sign, I got cases to beat
Plus, I touch 80K every week
Ain't gon' lie, this shit sweet
Let it whip if he step on my feet
On my son, used to slide every week
Ever shot out a Jeep wit' no doors so them niggas could see who it was just to see if they street
Don't get put on a tee
On the 'net tryna act like you gangster
I got enough bread for the fee
Bitch, you know I'm a G, I got killers come straight out the east
They pull up on a horse wit' a ski
Bitch, I'm f*cking for free
Don't you dare say the pussy a fee 'cause you bound to get left in the streets
I make ten off of feats and I ain't touched a 'bow in some weeks
But I know where OG for the cheap
Cross the line, bet I tweak
Gotta know I ain't goin' for none, you think that I'm cappin', come and see
We wanna see you whip it
Sure could treat you right
Give me just a minute of your time tonight
We both are here to have big fun
So let it whip
Ayy, let it whip in a pot in my spot
All that powder would lock once the fiends had a taste, it was hot
Thinking I'm cappin', I'm not
Boy, you better go ask 'bout my spot
On my son, it was me and D-Rocc
From the Nawf to the block
Boy, that shit just a skip and a hop
Lil' KB gettin' skats off the lot
This shit all of a rock, now I'm rolling
My bitch, she controlling
She like to keep one in my Glock
Let it whip, if he run in my spot
Let it whip if he think that he hot just to show him he not
Let it it whip when I'm spinnin' the block
Whip again if we ain't get him got
When we catch him, he popped out a whip since he say that I flopped
Bought another to shit on a opp', now let's talk 'bout the watch
And the chains and shit all of these rings
Safe to say I done turnt up a notch, hey
Wanna see you whip it
Sure could treat you right
Give me just a minute of your time tonight
We both are here to have big fun
So let it whip
Writer: Krishon O'brien Gaines, Leon Chancler, Reggie Andrews, Xavier Landum, Tony Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Left Eye
(Tony Coles)
Ayy
In the back with a bitch, gettin' sky high
Pretty brown skin and she gangster, I call her my left eye
Pull up Mercedes 450, bae, let's ride
Nigga try me, he stupid, get chastised
These niggas pussy, they never be outside
How we beefin', ain't never been shots fired?
Come from the block, bitch, we stuck like a stop sign
You can't claim the gang if you ain't my kind
No, you not havin' shit, bitch nigga, stop lyin'
Beat his ass with this Drac' 'til he stop tryin'
Know he remember that call, told him stop cryin'
Just don't play and you good, stay off my line
I came a long way from hittin' licks, duckin' one time
I almost died in them streets, now the sun shine
Now all my pockets on full, feel like Baby, this my time
And we stay with them sticks like a drum line
Me and my niggas be out like a umpire
And we strapped, don't get hit with that gun fire
Remember kick door, sellin' low, what a fun time
Me and Hotboy been thuggin' since lunch line
Come from the Grove, but that Nawf like my bloodline
If he swing, bet I come with a clothesline
Can't f*ck with the ho if she cute, but the ho lyin'
Cut her off, if she tell, then the ho dyin'
Four in the pineapple Fanta, it's go time
We done f*cked 'round and found us a gold mine
Mix the purp' with the drink, make me slow down
Nigga reach for this chain, bet it go down
Niggas play gangster, be rattin' the whole time
That's why if you ain't gang, you can't come 'round
I got niggas stayed solid, that's since I was doin' push-ups
Countin' down, yellin', "Free mine"
In the back with a bitch, gettin' sky high
Pretty brown skin and she gangster, I call her my left eye
Pull up Mercedes 450, bae, let's ride
Nigga try me, he stupid, get chastised
These niggas pussy, they never be outside
How we beefin', ain't never been shots fired?
Come from the block, bitch, we stuck like a stop sign
You can't claim the gang if you ain't my kind
Ayy
In the back with a bitch, gettin' sky high
Pretty brown skin and she gangster, I call her my left eye
Pull up Mercedes 450, bae, let's ride
Nigga try me, he stupid, get chastised
These niggas pussy, they never be outside
How we beefin', ain't never been shots fired?
Come from the block, bitch, we stuck like a stop sign
You can't claim the gang if you ain't my kind
No, you not havin' shit, bitch nigga, stop lyin'
Beat his ass with this Drac' 'til he stop tryin'
Know he remember that call, told him stop cryin'
Just don't play and you good, stay off my line
I came a long way from hittin' licks, duckin' one time
I almost died in them streets, now the sun shine
Now all my pockets on full, feel like Baby, this my time
And we stay with them sticks like a drum line
Me and my niggas be out like a umpire
And we strapped, don't get hit with that gun fire
Remember kick door, sellin' low, what a fun time
Me and Hotboy been thuggin' since lunch line
Come from the Grove, but that Nawf like my bloodline
If he swing, bet I come with a clothesline
Can't f*ck with the ho if she cute, but the ho lyin'
Cut her off, if she tell, then the ho dyin'
Four in the pineapple Fanta, it's go time
We done f*cked 'round and found us a gold mine
Mix the purp' with the drink, make me slow down
Nigga reach for this chain, bet it go down
Niggas play gangster, be rattin' the whole time
That's why if you ain't gang, you can't come 'round
I got niggas stayed solid, that's since I was doin' push-ups
Countin' down, yellin', "Free mine"
In the back with a bitch, gettin' sky high
Pretty brown skin and she gangster, I call her my left eye
Pull up Mercedes 450, bae, let's ride
Nigga try me, he stupid, get chastised
These niggas pussy, they never be outside
How we beefin', ain't never been shots fired?
Come from the block, bitch, we stuck like a stop sign
You can't claim the gang if you ain't my kind
Writer: Hal Walker, Tony Anderson, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Rap Niggas
[BigXthaPlug:]
(Damn, Ricky, this another one)
Ayy, huh
I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh
Bet he ain't even know it
He say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it
He claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it
These diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean
Four in a Fanta, they callin' it potion
These niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean
I threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open
He run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?
He seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'
I hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders
Them bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it
They call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls
I'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show
Tell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low
Nigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control
I'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow
I'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho
If I fall off today, then it's back to the store
Can't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove
I stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls
I stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows
It's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles
No Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes
I really know niggas get cake off a ho
Told 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho
He must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho
Shoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole
I got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go
Full of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke
Dumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload
I still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy
[Rosama:]
Rosama been steppin'
Ten seven hoover, you know I been reppin'
Stones on my wrist like I f*ck with Rosetta
Diamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure
Pilate my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em
Recievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em
I run with a tech, out there gettin' a message
How this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil
Racks on me like I went and played tennis
Pop up at the door like a Jehovah witness
.45 on me like a nigga benchin'
Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence
Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call
Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag
The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs
One K for the teeth and a nigga still floss
2018 was down f*ckin' with the taliban
2019, I was stiff as a mannequin
2020, I was filing my taxes
2021, started bringin' them bags in, ayy
Niggas told me to go forward with this
Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit
Strap while I shot 'til my target hit
Hook in my cup, my drink marvelous
I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet
Feelin' myself like I lost my keys
Money tall as a F now they f*ck with a G
I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need
I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet
Feelin' myself like I lost my keys
Money tall as a F now they f*ck with a G
I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)
(Damn, Ricky, this another one)
Ayy, huh
I got a bag on a lot of these rap niggas, huh
Bet he ain't even know it
He say that he strapped, but I bet he won't show it
He claim that he gangsta, I bet he won't blow it
These diamonds, they water, they wet like the ocean
Four in a Fanta, they callin' it potion
These niggas sweet, they gay, Frank Ocean
I threw him some shots 'cause I seen he was open
He run in my spot, he gon' die, what's the motive?
He seen me with bags, he ain't know I was holdin'
I hang with some crips that be stiff at the shoulders
Them bloods that be with me, they itchin' to blow it
They call me the plug 'cause I been movin' bowls
I'm the first nigga quick to pull sticks at a show
Tell T wait, tell 'em shop, we got gas for the low
Nigga try me, I swear I'ma lose all control
I'ma up this big bitch and lean back, let it blow
I'm as big as they come but I'm stiff than a ho
If I fall off today, then it's back to the store
Can't hit licks where you stay so I'm back in the Grove
I stopped breakin' down bricks 'cause I start movin' bowls
I stopped sellin' that shit 'cause I start rockin' shows
It's fifteen in the sprinter with twenty-three poles
No Jordan, but that's how this shooter fit goes
I really know niggas get cake off a ho
Told 'em get it in blood, but he didn't, he a ho
He must think that I'm Tinder, he slidin' through a ho
Shoulda went to that mall I was strapped with my pole
I got one in the head, bitch, I'm ready to go
Full of that gas bitch, I'm ready to smoke
Dumped a whole clip, ain't no point to reload
I still bet a dub, I'm the ten or a four, ayy
[Rosama:]
Rosama been steppin'
Ten seven hoover, you know I been reppin'
Stones on my wrist like I f*ck with Rosetta
Diamond in rough, I'm a coal under pressure
Pilate my gun, nigga know I'ma stretch 'em
Recievin' these bullets whenever I catch 'em
I run with a tech, out there gettin' a message
How this yo' crib, nigga? Go ask the devil
Racks on me like I went and played tennis
Pop up at the door like a Jehovah witness
.45 on me like a nigga benchin'
Dot on yo' head like the end of a sentence
Put racks on yo' head then I'm makin' a call
Warzone guns, send 'em to the gulag
The fly on the rock then the wire to my dawgs
One K for the teeth and a nigga still floss
2018 was down f*ckin' with the taliban
2019, I was stiff as a mannequin
2020, I was filing my taxes
2021, started bringin' them bags in, ayy
Niggas told me to go forward with this
Flow 'cross the paint, and I'm hard as shit
Strap while I shot 'til my target hit
Hook in my cup, my drink marvelous
I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet
Feelin' myself like I lost my keys
Money tall as a F now they f*ck with a G
I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need
I walk on my ghost 'cause it's dark on my feet
Feelin' myself like I lost my keys
Money tall as a F now they f*ck with a G
I'm not what a bitch want 'cause I'm what a bitch need (I do it)
Writer: Xavier Landum, Ro'Darrion Harrison, Tony Coles Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP
Ends
(Swear your shit go f*cking crazy)
Ayy (Tad', pop your shit)
See, this shit getting wicked, these niggas still roaching and stealing
They run up on me and I'm killing
They can't know the feeling, my name still be in all they mentions
It's been the whole year, boy, that's sickening
My family don't feel me, these bitch niggas say they gon' kill me
I'm up, I could just drop a fifty
While I thumb through a milli', Dior, but my bitch in Balenci'
Put up, she don't ever be with me
I stay with my glizzy, see, tricks is for kids, do you hear me?
You standing on business, get near me
If you not, better fear me, been running through shit like D. Henry
I rap, but that field, I was in it
And shout out to Beenit, that nigga ain't never been in it
These niggas'll tell for a sentence
I'm solid, that's different, I'm quick to suit up on a mission
Kyle got the backend, so I'm chilling
If not, then we drilling
Tryna focus on rap, but keep thinking
And having these thoughts about robbing and dealing
Either way, I'ma run up a million
We stacking that paper 'til it touch the ceiling
Since a youngin, been knew I could feel it
It was all off a 'bow if this rap wasn't hitting
All these diamond, they sparkle and glisten
You reach for this shit and you bound to go missing
With the sharks, make 'em swim with the fishes
Got kicked out of school 'cause they said I was vicious
Steady stealing from hoes and breaking in cars
I'm surprised I wasn't labeled a menace
Who you know back and forth with theyself
All I needed was help, but they gave me a witness
Went to jail, had me washing them dishes
I came out that bitch wanting nothing but vengeance
But the streets, they was hot, went and got me a spot
And a pot and my pockets start building
Boy, I came from the dirt, all that struggle and hurt
I just know that you niggas don't feel me
Try to rob, boy, you might as well kill me
Can never go easy, they know that it's in me
No Bill Cosby, you niggas can't pill me
I stay with my strap yelling, "RIP Strizzy"
See, this shit getting wicked, these niggas still roaching and stealing
They run up on me and I'm killing
They can't know the feeling, my name still be in all they mentions
It's been the whole year, boy, that's sickening
My family don't feel me, these bitch niggas say they gon' kill me
I'm up, I could just drop a fifty
While I thumb through a milli', Dior, but my bitch in Balenci'
Put up, she don't ever be with me
I stay with my glizzy, see, tricks is for kids, do you hear me?
You standing on business, get near me
If you not, better fear me, been running through shit like D. Henry
I rap, but that field, I was in it
And shout out to Beenit, that nigga ain't never been in it
These niggas'll tell for a sentence
I'm solid, that's different, I'm quick to suit up on a mission
Kyle got the backend, so I'm chilling
Ayy (Tad', pop your shit)
See, this shit getting wicked, these niggas still roaching and stealing
They run up on me and I'm killing
They can't know the feeling, my name still be in all they mentions
It's been the whole year, boy, that's sickening
My family don't feel me, these bitch niggas say they gon' kill me
I'm up, I could just drop a fifty
While I thumb through a milli', Dior, but my bitch in Balenci'
Put up, she don't ever be with me
I stay with my glizzy, see, tricks is for kids, do you hear me?
You standing on business, get near me
If you not, better fear me, been running through shit like D. Henry
I rap, but that field, I was in it
And shout out to Beenit, that nigga ain't never been in it
These niggas'll tell for a sentence
I'm solid, that's different, I'm quick to suit up on a mission
Kyle got the backend, so I'm chilling
If not, then we drilling
Tryna focus on rap, but keep thinking
And having these thoughts about robbing and dealing
Either way, I'ma run up a million
We stacking that paper 'til it touch the ceiling
Since a youngin, been knew I could feel it
It was all off a 'bow if this rap wasn't hitting
All these diamond, they sparkle and glisten
You reach for this shit and you bound to go missing
With the sharks, make 'em swim with the fishes
Got kicked out of school 'cause they said I was vicious
Steady stealing from hoes and breaking in cars
I'm surprised I wasn't labeled a menace
Who you know back and forth with theyself
All I needed was help, but they gave me a witness
Went to jail, had me washing them dishes
I came out that bitch wanting nothing but vengeance
But the streets, they was hot, went and got me a spot
And a pot and my pockets start building
Boy, I came from the dirt, all that struggle and hurt
I just know that you niggas don't feel me
Try to rob, boy, you might as well kill me
Can never go easy, they know that it's in me
No Bill Cosby, you niggas can't pill me
I stay with my strap yelling, "RIP Strizzy"
See, this shit getting wicked, these niggas still roaching and stealing
They run up on me and I'm killing
They can't know the feeling, my name still be in all they mentions
It's been the whole year, boy, that's sickening
My family don't feel me, these bitch niggas say they gon' kill me
I'm up, I could just drop a fifty
While I thumb through a milli', Dior, but my bitch in Balenci'
Put up, she don't ever be with me
I stay with my glizzy, see, tricks is for kids, do you hear me?
You standing on business, get near me
If you not, better fear me, been running through shit like D. Henry
I rap, but that field, I was in it
And shout out to Beenit, that nigga ain't never been in it
These niggas'll tell for a sentence
I'm solid, that's different, I'm quick to suit up on a mission
Kyle got the backend, so I'm chilling
Writer: Deshaun Williams, Mark Zakharov, Vitaliy Lagutyaev, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
