(Only love could bring us)
(Bring us to this bitter plane)
I know that I'm beneficial, I can't show no feelings, Bentley windows tinted
Nowadays ain't no time for me to kick it, business too intensive
They gon' say that I been actin' different, I'm beyond they mental
I moved on from slangin' drugs and pistols, can't be thinkin' simple
Tightened up my circle, someone in the camp been leakin' info
The Maybach triple black, the shit relaxin', feel like I'm in a limo
I pull through the hood to let 'em see, I let down all the windows
I know I'm the motivation, they see me, they see a hero
Lot of niggas rich, but it hit different when you come from zero
They know I bang C's but every day I need a different B roll
Super superstitious, ask my niggas, I still pick up pennies
You can't give attention to these bitches when your name get mentioned
If I don't kill him, he gon' be in critical condition when I'm finished with him
Some shit just can't faze you when you been that nigga
Brodie died, that shit had me all sentimental
Cuz got life in jail, I pray to God they overturn his sentence
I got too much money for my mom to work a job, I know she proud now
Sensei to these bitches, when they see me, they gon' bow down
I made real niggas win again, we back in style now
And I got that blicky for that rah-rah
I go to the dealership with checks soon as the car drop
My new house got slidin' glass doors, don't got no doorknobs
I'm in charge, I'm always gon' go hard, you just do your part
And no matter what, know if you get up, then you lose your spot
You can say whatever but if I change it's for the better
That shit was painful but I ain't let up, I left a stain in the ghetto
Been inside the mix since a lil' jit, got my name from the ghetto
But I'm bigger now I can go to dinner with Corey Gamble and Miss Jenner now
Couple hundred grand up on the 'Gram before it went in style
They'll call me like, "Take it down," I been the one
Bossed up, I don't gotta do it, but I'ma get her done
I man up and handle my problems when I can easily run
Easy come, easy go, sell it all, get some more
We done made it to another year, I'm swappin' out my cars again
Everything is the latest, can't complain 'cause I made it
Who am I gon' judge? I don't never hold nuts, I don't never hold grudges
Went to Miami for a concert, hit Chanel store for my baby
I spent three hundred on a Mercedes, if I keep goin', I'll be the greatest
I bust out cryin' and I wasn't sad, it's just a little feelin' you get when you make it
I done tried, tried, tried and tried and tried again, I can't even fake it, yeah
I got too much money for my mom to work a job, I know she proud now
Sensei to these bitches, when they see me, they gon' bow down
I made real niggas win again, we back in style now
And I got that blicky for that rah-rah
I go to the dealership with checks soon as the car drop
My new house got slidin' glass doors, don't got no doorknobs
I'm in charge, I'm always gon' go hard, you just do your part
And no matter what, know if you get up, then you lose your spot
Only one of us
Who's gonna walk away?
Here in the deep below
That only darkness really knows
Lil Baby - It's Only Me Album Lyrics
Lil Baby - It's Only Me Lyrics
Writer: Ben Travers, Dominique Armani Jones, Helen Adu, Jeuan Tabarrejo, Kai Hasegawa
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Stand On It
Here we go again (okay), big body Benz (skrrt)
Cut off all my friends (yeah), choppers for my enemies
Go and ask the streets about Lil' Dominique, I've been a beast
Really got my name from shootin' dice and sellin' niggas weed
557, .223s, 308s go through a car door
All the houses paid off, none of my hoes ain't got no car note
Sell a thousand, scream, "Free Rylo"
"Baby, you should stop it," I know
Everything's a profit for sure, pilot waitin' on us, let's go
Still be in the projects with Coldhearted and Q-Ball
Wreck the 'Rari, buy a new one tomorrow, I'm too raw
I got foreigns all colors, like a pack of Starburst
When they ask me how it happened, I just tell 'em, "God's work"
I'm tryna touch me a billi', still hustle like I'm on zero
Really done saved some niggas, that's why they call me the hero
Trappin' like this shit legal, I'm tryna uplift my people
I used to serve in the Regal, I turned 'em into believers, yeah
I don't want your bitch, we can't swap out (swap out)
They ain't on shit, tell 'em to pop out (pop out)
Mama, I got rich, look at your drop out (drop out)
Guns up, it ain't nothin' to talk 'bout (guns out)
Outside in your city, lookin' good (lookin' good)
It's a Draco' call it Wish A Nigga Would, it got wood on it
And she think that she special, but I'm good on her (good on her)
Handle business like I'm 'posed to, everything I say, I stood on it
Outside in your city, lookin' good (lookin' good)
It's a Draco' call it Wish A Nigga Would, it got wood on it
And she think that she special, but I'm good on her (good on her)
Handle business like I'm 'posed to, everything I say, I stood on it
My life really a miracle, my bitch just said I'm magical
I still folded up, critical, I ran through more then half of them
I put on for that avenue, I had to bust my ass for this (word)
How a bitch who never even met me gon' try to tell my business?
How someone I only had sex once with gon' try to have a kid by me?
Once you cross that line, you dead, really, that's how it is with me
Brodie got rich off of Percs, he sell 'em for twenty-five a piece
My lil' scammin'-ass bitch made a quarter-million in a week
I ain't never thirsty, run into a ho and don't even speak
Got that blick on me in public, hope they think it's only me
This shit different, they gotta go through my assistant, just to reach me
If nobody else gon' show 'em, I'll teach 'em, yeah (I'll teach 'em)
Outside in your city, lookin' good (lookin' good)
It's a Draco' call it Wish A Nigga Would, it got wood on it
And she think that she special, but I'm good on her (good on her)
Handle business like I'm 'posed to, everything I say, I stood on it
Outside in your city, lookin' good (lookin' good)
It's a Draco' call it Wish A Nigga Would, it got wood on it
And she think that she special, but I'm good on her (good on her)
Handle business like I'm 'posed to, everything I say, I stood on it
Cut off all my friends (yeah), choppers for my enemies
Go and ask the streets about Lil' Dominique, I've been a beast
Really got my name from shootin' dice and sellin' niggas weed
557, .223s, 308s go through a car door
All the houses paid off, none of my hoes ain't got no car note
Sell a thousand, scream, "Free Rylo"
"Baby, you should stop it," I know
Everything's a profit for sure, pilot waitin' on us, let's go
Still be in the projects with Coldhearted and Q-Ball
Wreck the 'Rari, buy a new one tomorrow, I'm too raw
I got foreigns all colors, like a pack of Starburst
When they ask me how it happened, I just tell 'em, "God's work"
I'm tryna touch me a billi', still hustle like I'm on zero
Really done saved some niggas, that's why they call me the hero
Trappin' like this shit legal, I'm tryna uplift my people
I used to serve in the Regal, I turned 'em into believers, yeah
I don't want your bitch, we can't swap out (swap out)
They ain't on shit, tell 'em to pop out (pop out)
Mama, I got rich, look at your drop out (drop out)
Guns up, it ain't nothin' to talk 'bout (guns out)
Outside in your city, lookin' good (lookin' good)
It's a Draco' call it Wish A Nigga Would, it got wood on it
And she think that she special, but I'm good on her (good on her)
Handle business like I'm 'posed to, everything I say, I stood on it
Outside in your city, lookin' good (lookin' good)
It's a Draco' call it Wish A Nigga Would, it got wood on it
And she think that she special, but I'm good on her (good on her)
Handle business like I'm 'posed to, everything I say, I stood on it
My life really a miracle, my bitch just said I'm magical
I still folded up, critical, I ran through more then half of them
I put on for that avenue, I had to bust my ass for this (word)
How a bitch who never even met me gon' try to tell my business?
How someone I only had sex once with gon' try to have a kid by me?
Once you cross that line, you dead, really, that's how it is with me
Brodie got rich off of Percs, he sell 'em for twenty-five a piece
My lil' scammin'-ass bitch made a quarter-million in a week
I ain't never thirsty, run into a ho and don't even speak
Got that blick on me in public, hope they think it's only me
This shit different, they gotta go through my assistant, just to reach me
If nobody else gon' show 'em, I'll teach 'em, yeah (I'll teach 'em)
Outside in your city, lookin' good (lookin' good)
It's a Draco' call it Wish A Nigga Would, it got wood on it
And she think that she special, but I'm good on her (good on her)
Handle business like I'm 'posed to, everything I say, I stood on it
Outside in your city, lookin' good (lookin' good)
It's a Draco' call it Wish A Nigga Would, it got wood on it
And she think that she special, but I'm good on her (good on her)
Handle business like I'm 'posed to, everything I say, I stood on it
Writer: Dominique Jones, Joseph Nguyen, Matthew Edward Robinson, Nico Scheidegger
Copyright: Lyrics © Miracle Christopher Otiasah, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BND NATION, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Miracle Christopher Otiasah, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BND NATION, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Pop Out
Under 30, made the Forbes list
I'm a walkin' script, record me
This a .30 and a .40, switch make it hit fast as hell
Bitch told me she pray for me, told her pray for brodie'nem in the cell
I don't got no stylist, Marni shoes and pants, I'm fresh as hell
Yes I know what happened, I ain't no rat, so I ain't gon' never tell
You can follow Baby, won't lead you wrong, bro, I ain't gon' never fail you
Big was tryna show me the right way to go, I was so rebellious
Whatever they doin' don't bother me, bro I'm oh so careless
You the type of guy that want for "I" for real, you oh so selfish
I'm the type of guy ready to die for this shit if it's gon' prevail us
I can't slip, look at this shit I've built, I know they tryna nail us
Give her two three thousand off the rip, she said she want her nails done
Cuban links on just because, this shit really from the mud
We handled the business like gentlemen, I can't rock with thugs
Jeff can get ten M's if he needed it, you know I rock with Thug
All my niggas jack in the boxes, play and we poppin' up
Pop up with them switches on
Pop up with that shit on
Pop up like my granny, grab my granny, lot of chains on
I might pop up with your bitch, later on I'll send her home
I heard he heard I hit his bitch, so he don't like to hear my songs
She said, "Wick you made me sick," how when I'm your medicine?
Ain't gay, don't go that way at all, but I love that nigga Benjamin
Chop stick, grrt-bah-bah-bah-bah, keep that for the robber man
Foreign fabric, cars and hoes, I'm the only thing American
I stuffed a million in the duffle, Smurf dollars blue color (skrrt)
Pull up big body, Barbus trucks the new Hummers (skrrt-skrrt)
Told me I lay the pipe right, I'm her new plumber
It's hard to interact with people, I come from the jungle
We some animals in designer clothes and jewelry
Uh, we got the same cars they drove in Fast and Furious
Uh, why she ask me "Do I love her?", I said, "You can't be serious"
Uh, cold-hearted, touch my chest and you gon' burr
Super fast, I hit the gas, you hear her skrr-rr
Twenty-two, five, Lil' Rico got him pure
I was standin' on the block tryna get a rack to buy a Buick
Now I'm trim, Lamborghini Boy, I know you seen that Urus
If I ever run into your bitch, your love life gon' be ruined
Take a break, but ain't gon' never gonna stop, this shit to be continued
From a traphouse, beatin' down the doors to packin' out a venue
When they catch him, they gon' eat him up, I put him on the menu
Put piranhas on yo' ass, three, four hundred on your ass
Get the switch, she actin' bad, like your mama on your ass
My first deal was worth a couple mil', I still was sellin' bags
Maggot bitches tryin' to tackle me, I'm stiff armin' they ass
Google said my net worth five mil', I got that shit in cash
Everyday my life go up and up, it's hard for me to get mad
I'm established, I might pop out, Cactus Jack on like I'm Travis
They act happy, but as soon as you turn your back, they try to stab you
I done manifested this shit, as soon as I see it I'm gonna grab it
I act humble, but you can go and check my numbers, I ain't average
I be hearin' shit 'bout you old washed up niggas, I be laughin'
You don't hear nothin' 'bout my young niggas, 'cause they know to put on a mask
Yeah, pop out with a baddie with me
Pop up with Lil' Dan 'nem with me
Hop up with that cannon on me
He can't come, we banned lil' homie
I'm a walkin' script, record me
This a .30 and a .40, switch make it hit fast as hell
Bitch told me she pray for me, told her pray for brodie'nem in the cell
I don't got no stylist, Marni shoes and pants, I'm fresh as hell
Yes I know what happened, I ain't no rat, so I ain't gon' never tell
You can follow Baby, won't lead you wrong, bro, I ain't gon' never fail you
Big was tryna show me the right way to go, I was so rebellious
Whatever they doin' don't bother me, bro I'm oh so careless
You the type of guy that want for "I" for real, you oh so selfish
I'm the type of guy ready to die for this shit if it's gon' prevail us
I can't slip, look at this shit I've built, I know they tryna nail us
Give her two three thousand off the rip, she said she want her nails done
Cuban links on just because, this shit really from the mud
We handled the business like gentlemen, I can't rock with thugs
Jeff can get ten M's if he needed it, you know I rock with Thug
All my niggas jack in the boxes, play and we poppin' up
Pop up with them switches on
Pop up with that shit on
Pop up like my granny, grab my granny, lot of chains on
I might pop up with your bitch, later on I'll send her home
I heard he heard I hit his bitch, so he don't like to hear my songs
She said, "Wick you made me sick," how when I'm your medicine?
Ain't gay, don't go that way at all, but I love that nigga Benjamin
Chop stick, grrt-bah-bah-bah-bah, keep that for the robber man
Foreign fabric, cars and hoes, I'm the only thing American
I stuffed a million in the duffle, Smurf dollars blue color (skrrt)
Pull up big body, Barbus trucks the new Hummers (skrrt-skrrt)
Told me I lay the pipe right, I'm her new plumber
It's hard to interact with people, I come from the jungle
We some animals in designer clothes and jewelry
Uh, we got the same cars they drove in Fast and Furious
Uh, why she ask me "Do I love her?", I said, "You can't be serious"
Uh, cold-hearted, touch my chest and you gon' burr
Super fast, I hit the gas, you hear her skrr-rr
Twenty-two, five, Lil' Rico got him pure
I was standin' on the block tryna get a rack to buy a Buick
Now I'm trim, Lamborghini Boy, I know you seen that Urus
If I ever run into your bitch, your love life gon' be ruined
Take a break, but ain't gon' never gonna stop, this shit to be continued
From a traphouse, beatin' down the doors to packin' out a venue
When they catch him, they gon' eat him up, I put him on the menu
Put piranhas on yo' ass, three, four hundred on your ass
Get the switch, she actin' bad, like your mama on your ass
My first deal was worth a couple mil', I still was sellin' bags
Maggot bitches tryin' to tackle me, I'm stiff armin' they ass
Google said my net worth five mil', I got that shit in cash
Everyday my life go up and up, it's hard for me to get mad
I'm established, I might pop out, Cactus Jack on like I'm Travis
They act happy, but as soon as you turn your back, they try to stab you
I done manifested this shit, as soon as I see it I'm gonna grab it
I act humble, but you can go and check my numbers, I ain't average
I be hearin' shit 'bout you old washed up niggas, I be laughin'
You don't hear nothin' 'bout my young niggas, 'cause they know to put on a mask
Yeah, pop out with a baddie with me
Pop up with Lil' Dan 'nem with me
Hop up with that cannon on me
He can't come, we banned lil' homie
Writer: Dominique Jones, Alexander Monro, Horace Walls III, Movitz Busch, Pippa Yurk, Tyler Maine
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Heyy
(Yeah)
My favorite bitch just cut me off and she won't even let me know the reason (yeah)
Just prolly one of her lil' messy hatin'-ass friends bein' evil
I ain't stressin' 'bout it, she'll come around when she wanna eat it up
Slow stroke, fast stroke, grind in it, I'm a real pleaser
Sixty hoes in New York havin' dinner
Bottega send it to me soon as they get it
I put Maybach seats in the Sprinter
Make sure everybody sit comfortable
You gotta really pay attention, I'm not mumblin'
She tryna have a good time, she wanna come with us
They know we can't be f*cked with, they not one of us
It's done been some times I slipped, I'm not fallin'
Brabus baby blue, the inside too
I'm feelin' like a kid again
They thought I got lucky last time
F*ck it, I'm back on that shit again
Her last bag was a crocodile Kelly
Got it chocolate to match her skin
I just gave bro a hunnid pounds of wham
Told him, "Tell the city it's in"
Majority of the time I hi and bye these niggas
I ain't with all that lockin' in shit
Money over everything, try to stop it
You get popped right then and there
Message thread full of "Where you ats?" And "Pull up on me"
Bunch of "Whens" and "Wheres"
Youngins out here wildin' with no guidance
All they care about is who they kill
I was tryna keep that shit in order
It got harder 'cause I was never there
It's a better life out here, I promise
Brodie, I'ma keep it in they ear
I know how it feel to spin a opp
But it feel way better to count a million
I come from the bottom of the bottom
I shot right up through the f*ckin' ceilin'
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
Everybody lit, can't put our fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
Soon as it pop, bro pull that fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
This her first time comin' to my house (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
Everybody lit, can't put our fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
Soon as it pop, bro pull that fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
This her first time comin' to my house (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Yeah, stay down, hustle hard until you come up
Take some only when you need it
You won't make it far bein' greedy
My grandma taught me how to be a leader
If we fly commercial, we got greeters
They just know that we important people
They see how we comin', think we ghetto
Until their children tell 'em I'm their hero
Flight attendant said I look familiar
Crack a smile, tell her, "It's a small world"
Oh, that's your bitch? That's my ho too
We gon' share her, call her, "Our girl"
Real street music, I ran that field
If you can hit that, then she ain't my girl
Get your lick back, come step in my world
Two bitches on the same itinerary
The same flight, same hotel
They don't even know each other yet (yeah)
One of them don't say nothin'
Other askin', "Do we go together yet?"
Young turnt nigga, ain't no holdin' back
This a Brabus, bro, not a regular Wagon
I don't kiss and tell, I ain't into that
I don't think I met a nigga colder yet, like
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
Everybody lit, can't put our fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
Soon as it pop, bro pull that fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
This her first time comin' to my house (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
Everybody lit, can't put our fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
Soon as it pop, bro pull that fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
This her first time comin' to my house (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
(Hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
(Hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
My favorite bitch just cut me off and she won't even let me know the reason (yeah)
Just prolly one of her lil' messy hatin'-ass friends bein' evil
I ain't stressin' 'bout it, she'll come around when she wanna eat it up
Slow stroke, fast stroke, grind in it, I'm a real pleaser
Sixty hoes in New York havin' dinner
Bottega send it to me soon as they get it
I put Maybach seats in the Sprinter
Make sure everybody sit comfortable
You gotta really pay attention, I'm not mumblin'
She tryna have a good time, she wanna come with us
They know we can't be f*cked with, they not one of us
It's done been some times I slipped, I'm not fallin'
Brabus baby blue, the inside too
I'm feelin' like a kid again
They thought I got lucky last time
F*ck it, I'm back on that shit again
Her last bag was a crocodile Kelly
Got it chocolate to match her skin
I just gave bro a hunnid pounds of wham
Told him, "Tell the city it's in"
Majority of the time I hi and bye these niggas
I ain't with all that lockin' in shit
Money over everything, try to stop it
You get popped right then and there
Message thread full of "Where you ats?" And "Pull up on me"
Bunch of "Whens" and "Wheres"
Youngins out here wildin' with no guidance
All they care about is who they kill
I was tryna keep that shit in order
It got harder 'cause I was never there
It's a better life out here, I promise
Brodie, I'ma keep it in they ear
I know how it feel to spin a opp
But it feel way better to count a million
I come from the bottom of the bottom
I shot right up through the f*ckin' ceilin'
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
Everybody lit, can't put our fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
Soon as it pop, bro pull that fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
This her first time comin' to my house (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
Everybody lit, can't put our fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
Soon as it pop, bro pull that fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
This her first time comin' to my house (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Yeah, stay down, hustle hard until you come up
Take some only when you need it
You won't make it far bein' greedy
My grandma taught me how to be a leader
If we fly commercial, we got greeters
They just know that we important people
They see how we comin', think we ghetto
Until their children tell 'em I'm their hero
Flight attendant said I look familiar
Crack a smile, tell her, "It's a small world"
Oh, that's your bitch? That's my ho too
We gon' share her, call her, "Our girl"
Real street music, I ran that field
If you can hit that, then she ain't my girl
Get your lick back, come step in my world
Two bitches on the same itinerary
The same flight, same hotel
They don't even know each other yet (yeah)
One of them don't say nothin'
Other askin', "Do we go together yet?"
Young turnt nigga, ain't no holdin' back
This a Brabus, bro, not a regular Wagon
I don't kiss and tell, I ain't into that
I don't think I met a nigga colder yet, like
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
Everybody lit, can't put our fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
Soon as it pop, bro pull that fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
This her first time comin' to my house (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
Everybody lit, can't put our fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
Soon as it pop, bro pull that fire out (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
This her first time comin' to my house (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Hey (hey-hey-hey)
Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs (hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
(Hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
(Hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey)
Writer: Dominique Jones, Henri Velasco, Leon Lightfoot III, Ryan Hartlove
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
California Breeze
Yeah, made it out the trenches, this type of life I can get used to
Number one on YouTube, private dinner in Malibu
Show you how to work your stick ain't nobody gon' handle you
Put you in a Phantom 'cause you my lil' boo
Ready for whatever, I tie up my boots
Everybody goin' the same route, so, I switched up my route
Niggas ain't be what they talkin' 'bout, so, I switched up my crew
Actin' like you love me knowin' it's flaw, so, I'm gon' fake it too
What else am I supposed to do?
Aware of my surroundings, I don't f*ck with y'all, don't come around me
"Baby switched up," how that sound? Like a nigga in his feelings
You can't name somethin' I did flaw, I'ma dyin' breed of the realest
I ain't never worry 'bout another nigga, so in that case, I'm the biggest
I been travellin' around the world, my pivot still ain't left the business
She got everything I want, ain't no need to f*ck with these bitches
You can go and have a lil' fun, I ain't gon' trip, baby, I get it
Ain't bullshit in this game, wherever this plane land, I'm the littest nigga there
Turn your back on me, I ain't even care
If you need me, I'm still gon' be there
Tell me how the f*ck is this shit fair?
Switch on who? I wasn't there
F*ck them too, I'm prepared
I run shit, get that clear
Heart broke, can't drop no tears
Was what it was, is what it is
California breeze, take her out to eat
Stop at a lil' party, end up at the big house
I can't f*ck with shawty, 'cause she got a big mouth
Pull up in a 'Rarri, hop out like a big dawg
Get my shit together, feel like I done took two years off
Bookin' up my schedule, I ain't rich enough to chill out
I watched you turn sour, I still don't know how to feel 'bout it
Majority of 'em folded, but, I'm still solid
I'm still out here, still don't know how to feel about it
Early in the mornin' talkin' to Marquis about it
Wonderin', "Should I let it go, or, we beefin' 'bout it?"
Knowin' that I'll go cold on you for weeks about it
And it wasn't even that deep, but, that's just how it be with me
I can't lie, she be f*ckin' me good, but, girl, you f*ck me better
I'm not surprised that you stereotype me to be a lil' guy
But if I can have a second of yo' time, try to elevate yo' mind
We can crush 'em on every level, I'm tellin' you
I fell in love with generatin' revenue
I know they gon' try to push you from the top, so I'm careful
I put niggas under my wing like they my nephew
I'ma give you every piece of game I got when I catch you
I'm just tryna let you feel the breeze with me, yeah
California breeze, take her out to eat
Stop at a lil' party, end up at the big house
I can't f*ck with shawty, 'cause she got a big mouth
Pull up in a 'Rarri, hop out like a big dawg
Get my shit together, feel like I done took two years off
Bookin' up my schedule, I ain't rich enough to chill out
I watched you turn sour, I still don't know how to feel 'bout it
Majority of 'em folded, but, I'm still solid
No, no, no, no
I'm supposed to be gone
But, shit, where I'm gon' go?
Tryna hold it in, I can't let this shit show
It can't be forced, it don't work, let it go
I try to tell you, you act like you know
Number one on YouTube, private dinner in Malibu
Show you how to work your stick ain't nobody gon' handle you
Put you in a Phantom 'cause you my lil' boo
Ready for whatever, I tie up my boots
Everybody goin' the same route, so, I switched up my route
Niggas ain't be what they talkin' 'bout, so, I switched up my crew
Actin' like you love me knowin' it's flaw, so, I'm gon' fake it too
What else am I supposed to do?
Aware of my surroundings, I don't f*ck with y'all, don't come around me
"Baby switched up," how that sound? Like a nigga in his feelings
You can't name somethin' I did flaw, I'ma dyin' breed of the realest
I ain't never worry 'bout another nigga, so in that case, I'm the biggest
I been travellin' around the world, my pivot still ain't left the business
She got everything I want, ain't no need to f*ck with these bitches
You can go and have a lil' fun, I ain't gon' trip, baby, I get it
Ain't bullshit in this game, wherever this plane land, I'm the littest nigga there
Turn your back on me, I ain't even care
If you need me, I'm still gon' be there
Tell me how the f*ck is this shit fair?
Switch on who? I wasn't there
F*ck them too, I'm prepared
I run shit, get that clear
Heart broke, can't drop no tears
Was what it was, is what it is
California breeze, take her out to eat
Stop at a lil' party, end up at the big house
I can't f*ck with shawty, 'cause she got a big mouth
Pull up in a 'Rarri, hop out like a big dawg
Get my shit together, feel like I done took two years off
Bookin' up my schedule, I ain't rich enough to chill out
I watched you turn sour, I still don't know how to feel 'bout it
Majority of 'em folded, but, I'm still solid
I'm still out here, still don't know how to feel about it
Early in the mornin' talkin' to Marquis about it
Wonderin', "Should I let it go, or, we beefin' 'bout it?"
Knowin' that I'll go cold on you for weeks about it
And it wasn't even that deep, but, that's just how it be with me
I can't lie, she be f*ckin' me good, but, girl, you f*ck me better
I'm not surprised that you stereotype me to be a lil' guy
But if I can have a second of yo' time, try to elevate yo' mind
We can crush 'em on every level, I'm tellin' you
I fell in love with generatin' revenue
I know they gon' try to push you from the top, so I'm careful
I put niggas under my wing like they my nephew
I'ma give you every piece of game I got when I catch you
I'm just tryna let you feel the breeze with me, yeah
California breeze, take her out to eat
Stop at a lil' party, end up at the big house
I can't f*ck with shawty, 'cause she got a big mouth
Pull up in a 'Rarri, hop out like a big dawg
Get my shit together, feel like I done took two years off
Bookin' up my schedule, I ain't rich enough to chill out
I watched you turn sour, I still don't know how to feel 'bout it
Majority of 'em folded, but, I'm still solid
No, no, no, no
I'm supposed to be gone
But, shit, where I'm gon' go?
Tryna hold it in, I can't let this shit show
It can't be forced, it don't work, let it go
I try to tell you, you act like you know
Writer: Dominique Jones, Marcel Korkutata, Shane Lindstrom
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Perfect Timing
We did some shit that we wasn't never 'posed to do
If I ain't put you down, you still wouldn't have a clue
They say you get around, so what? To me you new
Just know I'm down for whatever you wanna do
But lately, I been indecisive, it's probably best for you to choose
New Ferrari cost an M, if you want one, I'm buyin' two
Fell in love with stackin' hunnids, plus my favorite color blue
Started all this shit with nothin', ain't no way that I can lose
If I run into the opps, then we gon' eat, bruh, say they food
Hundred million dollars cash inside a room, yeah, that's my mood
I ain't seen the hood in a minute, but, shh, I'm still in tune
We got sticks when we outside, I live my life like I'm a goon
We fell in love with shit we never 'posed to love
You start actin' out of character, I blame it on the drugs
I gave you everything I coulda gave, my good ain't good enough
Had some people f*ck me over, so I keep my guard up
New Ferrari got two motors, gas station charge up
I remember tryna run it up to snatch a Charger
I told brodie keep his prayers up, know God got us
I been showin' too much love, if I keep goin' my heart'll bust
They know they can't f*ck with us
I see her, I get a rush
Don't go missin', stay in touch
I won't fold or bend or break, I swear I'm solid as they come
I am not lil' dude, he might be two, but he can not be one
I walk out, my hand on my gun, I gotta make it back to my sons
Dive in the end zone, I can't fumble
Invest a couple M's with my mama
Live like that, but I don't like drama
Bulletproof Cadillacs like Obama
They know to shoot first, ain't no warnin'
Sometimes stayin' focused can get borin'
I'm tryna touch a hunnid on this run
Bottega bomber on, this shit fun
Yeah
Bitches triflin', niggas snippin'
It ain't no love, a nigga'll hit ya baby mom
Tom Ford Jacket, bell bottoms, ain't goin' to prom though
Marble countertops, heated floors, I'm from the slum, ho
I play as the glue in this shit and make sure we stick together
Brodie lost his life, it inspired me to get my shit together
Ain't no sense in me puttin' time in if it don't even matter
If you don't get it, you throw a fit, and I'm startin' to peep a pattern
You could've just brushed that off, you'd rather be dramatic
765 McLaren, this ain't the one they got
BRABUS truck, at least half a ticket, I got it in the projects
If anything I tried to help you, I ain't never tried to knock ya
We fell in love with shit we never 'posed to love
You start actin' out of character, I blame it on the drugs
I gave you everything I coulda gave, my good ain't good enough
Had some people f*ck me over, so I keep my guard up
Yeah
Bitches triflin', niggas snippin'
It ain't no love, a nigga'll hit ya baby mom
Tom Ford Jacket, bell bottoms, ain't goin' to prom though
Marble countertops, heated floors, I'm from the slum, ho
If I ain't put you down, you still wouldn't have a clue
They say you get around, so what? To me you new
Just know I'm down for whatever you wanna do
But lately, I been indecisive, it's probably best for you to choose
New Ferrari cost an M, if you want one, I'm buyin' two
Fell in love with stackin' hunnids, plus my favorite color blue
Started all this shit with nothin', ain't no way that I can lose
If I run into the opps, then we gon' eat, bruh, say they food
Hundred million dollars cash inside a room, yeah, that's my mood
I ain't seen the hood in a minute, but, shh, I'm still in tune
We got sticks when we outside, I live my life like I'm a goon
We fell in love with shit we never 'posed to love
You start actin' out of character, I blame it on the drugs
I gave you everything I coulda gave, my good ain't good enough
Had some people f*ck me over, so I keep my guard up
New Ferrari got two motors, gas station charge up
I remember tryna run it up to snatch a Charger
I told brodie keep his prayers up, know God got us
I been showin' too much love, if I keep goin' my heart'll bust
They know they can't f*ck with us
I see her, I get a rush
Don't go missin', stay in touch
I won't fold or bend or break, I swear I'm solid as they come
I am not lil' dude, he might be two, but he can not be one
I walk out, my hand on my gun, I gotta make it back to my sons
Dive in the end zone, I can't fumble
Invest a couple M's with my mama
Live like that, but I don't like drama
Bulletproof Cadillacs like Obama
They know to shoot first, ain't no warnin'
Sometimes stayin' focused can get borin'
I'm tryna touch a hunnid on this run
Bottega bomber on, this shit fun
Yeah
Bitches triflin', niggas snippin'
It ain't no love, a nigga'll hit ya baby mom
Tom Ford Jacket, bell bottoms, ain't goin' to prom though
Marble countertops, heated floors, I'm from the slum, ho
I play as the glue in this shit and make sure we stick together
Brodie lost his life, it inspired me to get my shit together
Ain't no sense in me puttin' time in if it don't even matter
If you don't get it, you throw a fit, and I'm startin' to peep a pattern
You could've just brushed that off, you'd rather be dramatic
765 McLaren, this ain't the one they got
BRABUS truck, at least half a ticket, I got it in the projects
If anything I tried to help you, I ain't never tried to knock ya
We fell in love with shit we never 'posed to love
You start actin' out of character, I blame it on the drugs
I gave you everything I coulda gave, my good ain't good enough
Had some people f*ck me over, so I keep my guard up
Yeah
Bitches triflin', niggas snippin'
It ain't no love, a nigga'll hit ya baby mom
Tom Ford Jacket, bell bottoms, ain't goin' to prom though
Marble countertops, heated floors, I'm from the slum, ho
Writer: Christopher A. Pearson, Dominique Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Never Hating
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fresh like the first day of the school on the weekend
I put this shit on today, for no reason
Got somethin' to smile 'bout, I fixed up my teeth
Straight from the lot, call up Herm, get it geeked up
Thousand horse power, my car gotta keep up
Act like I'm slow all the time, but I peep stuff
What kinda guy let a bitch keep the beef up?
I let 'em live for a while, now the lease up
Nail in the hammer, I done built it from the ground up
Brodie say he workin', but the bricks them went down some
They handle the business, I do not go around 'em
You can get a hundred if you want to, we got pound spots
I'm the one that's really havin' motion, what they talkin' 'bout?
Cars, I done did that, chains, I don't need no more
So many clothes, startin' to feel like a hobo
Every milestone, tryna buy me a new home
Potholes keep on f*ckin' up the Forgis, take the rims off
The way she twist and suck it, like she tryna take the skin off
Bro 'nem in a striker, but it's good, we swapped the VINs out
Don't bark up this tree, I'll make a chopper knock his limb off
Thousand dollars after every roll, that's what they hittin' for
All I do is f*ck her, I done turned her to a nympho
FNs, blackouts, Gen5s, Gen4s
Trippin' for the family, I don't play about my kinfolk
I took the guys to L.A. for a business meeting
God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemies
F*ck I look like havin' smoke with my mini-me's?
Niggas gotta be jokin', you kiddin' me?
Y'all real kids, been small-time ballin', now it's real big
I was standin' in the bleachers, on some cheerin' shit
Never been a hater, I don't care enough
This shit ain't gon' stop until they bury us
Fresh off the jet, I end up in the projects
See somethin' I like, no police, so I'ma cop it
Don't follow my page, I post racks every day
For these niggas and bitches that's countin' my pockets
Ooh, hurdle this bitch in Huaraches
Lambo', Ferrari, Bentleys, I got options
I took the private jet out to Nevada
4PF say they got smoke like a Rasta
Trenches with me
Somethin' seem suspicious, somethin' seemin' fishy
I'm four pockets full and look like biscuits
Overprice us and we uppin', uppin'
Fah-fah-fah-fah, that sound sound delicious
You can't use the dishes, in the kitchen cookin', woo, woo, litty
Can't abort the mission, bitch, I got addictions
I don't do photo, pictures, keep it low when with me
I took the guys to L.A. for a business meeting
God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemies
F*ck I look like havin' smoke with my mini-me's?
Niggas gotta be jokin', you kiddin' me?
Y'all real kids, been small-time ballin', now it's real big
I was standin' in the bleachers, on some cheerin' shit
Never been a hater, I don't care enough
This shit ain't gon' stop until they bury us
Fresh like the first day of the school on the weekend
I put this shit on today, for no reason
Got somethin' to smile 'bout, I fixed up my teeth
Straight from the lot, call up Herm, get it geeked up
Thousand horse power, my car gotta keep up
Act like I'm slow all the time, but I peep stuff
What kinda guy let a bitch keep the beef up?
I let 'em live for a while, now the lease up
Nail in the hammer, I done built it from the ground up
Brodie say he workin', but the bricks them went down some
They handle the business, I do not go around 'em
You can get a hundred if you want to, we got pound spots
I'm the one that's really havin' motion, what they talkin' 'bout?
Cars, I done did that, chains, I don't need no more
So many clothes, startin' to feel like a hobo
Every milestone, tryna buy me a new home
Potholes keep on f*ckin' up the Forgis, take the rims off
The way she twist and suck it, like she tryna take the skin off
Bro 'nem in a striker, but it's good, we swapped the VINs out
Don't bark up this tree, I'll make a chopper knock his limb off
Thousand dollars after every roll, that's what they hittin' for
All I do is f*ck her, I done turned her to a nympho
FNs, blackouts, Gen5s, Gen4s
Trippin' for the family, I don't play about my kinfolk
I took the guys to L.A. for a business meeting
God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemies
F*ck I look like havin' smoke with my mini-me's?
Niggas gotta be jokin', you kiddin' me?
Y'all real kids, been small-time ballin', now it's real big
I was standin' in the bleachers, on some cheerin' shit
Never been a hater, I don't care enough
This shit ain't gon' stop until they bury us
Fresh off the jet, I end up in the projects
See somethin' I like, no police, so I'ma cop it
Don't follow my page, I post racks every day
For these niggas and bitches that's countin' my pockets
Ooh, hurdle this bitch in Huaraches
Lambo', Ferrari, Bentleys, I got options
I took the private jet out to Nevada
4PF say they got smoke like a Rasta
Trenches with me
Somethin' seem suspicious, somethin' seemin' fishy
I'm four pockets full and look like biscuits
Overprice us and we uppin', uppin'
Fah-fah-fah-fah, that sound sound delicious
You can't use the dishes, in the kitchen cookin', woo, woo, litty
Can't abort the mission, bitch, I got addictions
I don't do photo, pictures, keep it low when with me
I took the guys to L.A. for a business meeting
God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemies
F*ck I look like havin' smoke with my mini-me's?
Niggas gotta be jokin', you kiddin' me?
Y'all real kids, been small-time ballin', now it's real big
I was standin' in the bleachers, on some cheerin' shit
Never been a hater, I don't care enough
This shit ain't gon' stop until they bury us
Writer: Dominique Jones, Eelis Samuel Oikarinen, Frederic Lapointe, Jeffrey Williams, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Forever (Its Only Me)
(Who made this beat?)
(Twysted Genius, baby)
If I sell my soul, I'll take it back, I'm slime forever (gimme that)
I put bust down on the whole gang, we gon' shine together
She got Rollies on her timepiece when she step out, she be flashin'
Whenever we get alone, I give her half and she get nasty
My jeans is special edition, Amiri send me these pants
Now everybody be tough, is he gangster or he just actin'?
Ain't got no card, don't do no fraud
Seem like all of my bitches plastic
No, you niggas don't want smoke
Let's see who run it up the fastest
Keep that fire when I'm cold, I can't let 'em catch me lackin'
I don't know if they think I'm sweet because I'm rappin'
But f*ck 'em, we get active
Wrap it, make sure they can't smell it
Drive too far? Don't matter, I'll mail it
Tryna steal swag, I see it, I smell it
Used to get mad, probably beat up my celly
Now I sell bags every day in my city
Ain't doin' no playin', when they come, be ready
I got murder on my mind like that lil' nigga Melly (free Melly)
Big boy rocks, stud the same size as Nelly (ten karats)
Long as I live, I'ma get this cheddar
Ever since the bitch left, doin' lil' better
Which car I'ma drive? It depends on the weather
Rolls-Royce truck pull up like, "Hello"
Pretty, tall, light skin, shake like Jell-O
If the bitch act bougie, I'ma take her to the ghetto
If I ain't smokin' Runtz, then it's probably Limoncello
You got a lil' boy 'cause you not on my level
Sell P's every day in the hood on my schedule
Young nigga give a old ho groove like Stella
Jam don't shake like that, that's Jell-O
Made a whole M on the road, then lay low
I'm a real boss in my hood, I got say-so
I was havin' choppas 'fore I heard about Dracos
Put me in the casket with a bust down halo, yeah
If I sell my soul, I'll take it back, I'm slime forever (gimme that)
I put bust down on the whole gang, we gon' shine together
She got Rollies on her timepiece when she step out, she be flashin'
Whenever we get alone, I give her half and she get nasty
My jeans is special edition, Amiri send me these pants
Now everybody be tough, is he gangster or he just actin'?
Ain't got no card, don't do no fraud
Seem like all of my bitches plastic
No, you niggas don't want smoke
Let's see who run it up the fastest
Keep that fire when I'm cold, I can't let 'em catch me lackin'
I don't know if they think I'm sweet because I'm rappin'
But f*ck 'em, we get active
Suavé (huh), sippin' promethazine latte (yeah)
Sticky-ass weed like Scotch tape (yeah)
Big beast, call me Banijay (hoo)
Me and Lil Baby compadre (yeah)
What these niggas talkin' 'bout? Blasé (huh)
Diamonds on me, that's pavé (huh)
So bright, can't see, that's a blind date (huh)
Molly freak tryna get highway (ooh)
I got M-O-L-L, why wait?
Only once the drugs are done
I feel like, "Where the hell is my grave?"
Heartbeat beatin' at a high rate
World stop spinnin', start to vibrate
It's a cold world, so my house in Miami still came with a fireplace
Pupils dilate, don't judge me
I'm with a sex slave, she like rough D
I got a text straight from the plug, he said "There's a drought"
I said, "Funny", now we laughin'
And only time that we act, is when we act asses
Nigga, we active
So if you 'bout that life, get out that casket
If I sell my soul, I'll take it back, I'm slime forever (ooh, gimme that)
I put bust down on the whole gang, we gon' shine together (yeah, yeah)
She got Rollies on her timepiece when she step out, she be flashin'
Whenever we get alone, I give her half and she get nasty
My jeans is special edition, Amiri send me these pants
Now everybody be tough, is he gangster or he just actin'?
Ain't got no card, don't do no fraud
Seem like all of my bitches plastic
No, you niggas don't want smoke
Let's see who run it up the fastest
Keep that fire when I'm cold, I can't let 'em catch me lackin'
I don't know if they think I'm sweet because I'm rappin'
But f*ck 'em, we get active
Yeah, f*ck 'em we get active, yeah
We can get active, yeah
Still got some active, yeah
F*ck 'em we get active
F*ck 'em we get active
(Twysted Genius, baby)
If I sell my soul, I'll take it back, I'm slime forever (gimme that)
I put bust down on the whole gang, we gon' shine together
She got Rollies on her timepiece when she step out, she be flashin'
Whenever we get alone, I give her half and she get nasty
My jeans is special edition, Amiri send me these pants
Now everybody be tough, is he gangster or he just actin'?
Ain't got no card, don't do no fraud
Seem like all of my bitches plastic
No, you niggas don't want smoke
Let's see who run it up the fastest
Keep that fire when I'm cold, I can't let 'em catch me lackin'
I don't know if they think I'm sweet because I'm rappin'
But f*ck 'em, we get active
Wrap it, make sure they can't smell it
Drive too far? Don't matter, I'll mail it
Tryna steal swag, I see it, I smell it
Used to get mad, probably beat up my celly
Now I sell bags every day in my city
Ain't doin' no playin', when they come, be ready
I got murder on my mind like that lil' nigga Melly (free Melly)
Big boy rocks, stud the same size as Nelly (ten karats)
Long as I live, I'ma get this cheddar
Ever since the bitch left, doin' lil' better
Which car I'ma drive? It depends on the weather
Rolls-Royce truck pull up like, "Hello"
Pretty, tall, light skin, shake like Jell-O
If the bitch act bougie, I'ma take her to the ghetto
If I ain't smokin' Runtz, then it's probably Limoncello
You got a lil' boy 'cause you not on my level
Sell P's every day in the hood on my schedule
Young nigga give a old ho groove like Stella
Jam don't shake like that, that's Jell-O
Made a whole M on the road, then lay low
I'm a real boss in my hood, I got say-so
I was havin' choppas 'fore I heard about Dracos
Put me in the casket with a bust down halo, yeah
If I sell my soul, I'll take it back, I'm slime forever (gimme that)
I put bust down on the whole gang, we gon' shine together
She got Rollies on her timepiece when she step out, she be flashin'
Whenever we get alone, I give her half and she get nasty
My jeans is special edition, Amiri send me these pants
Now everybody be tough, is he gangster or he just actin'?
Ain't got no card, don't do no fraud
Seem like all of my bitches plastic
No, you niggas don't want smoke
Let's see who run it up the fastest
Keep that fire when I'm cold, I can't let 'em catch me lackin'
I don't know if they think I'm sweet because I'm rappin'
But f*ck 'em, we get active
Suavé (huh), sippin' promethazine latte (yeah)
Sticky-ass weed like Scotch tape (yeah)
Big beast, call me Banijay (hoo)
Me and Lil Baby compadre (yeah)
What these niggas talkin' 'bout? Blasé (huh)
Diamonds on me, that's pavé (huh)
So bright, can't see, that's a blind date (huh)
Molly freak tryna get highway (ooh)
I got M-O-L-L, why wait?
Only once the drugs are done
I feel like, "Where the hell is my grave?"
Heartbeat beatin' at a high rate
World stop spinnin', start to vibrate
It's a cold world, so my house in Miami still came with a fireplace
Pupils dilate, don't judge me
I'm with a sex slave, she like rough D
I got a text straight from the plug, he said "There's a drought"
I said, "Funny", now we laughin'
And only time that we act, is when we act asses
Nigga, we active
So if you 'bout that life, get out that casket
If I sell my soul, I'll take it back, I'm slime forever (ooh, gimme that)
I put bust down on the whole gang, we gon' shine together (yeah, yeah)
She got Rollies on her timepiece when she step out, she be flashin'
Whenever we get alone, I give her half and she get nasty
My jeans is special edition, Amiri send me these pants
Now everybody be tough, is he gangster or he just actin'?
Ain't got no card, don't do no fraud
Seem like all of my bitches plastic
No, you niggas don't want smoke
Let's see who run it up the fastest
Keep that fire when I'm cold, I can't let 'em catch me lackin'
I don't know if they think I'm sweet because I'm rappin'
But f*ck 'em, we get active
Yeah, f*ck 'em we get active, yeah
We can get active, yeah
Still got some active, yeah
F*ck 'em we get active
F*ck 'em we get active
Writer: Dominique Jones, Dwayne Carter, Deundraeus Portis
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Not Finished
They call me WHAM and they know who I am, yeah
She got that WAP and the way that she use it
Saliva with top and she come with a mop, I need to stop
Been out here rockin' the game with these features
It's over for niggas as soon as I drop
She lookin' for love, but my heart somewhere in a box
She trippin', I changed the locks
Never tell nobody, you seen me by myself
Out and about, it was me and the Glock
Sun up to sundown, ain't nothin' else to do
But get money, so f*ck it, I'm workin' the block
AP a cool quarter-million, I'm sorry
This watch did not come from me punchin' no clock
Built up some plays, got my number in motion
And got me a spot and start workin' my flock
Why you keep textin' me "W-Y-D"?
And "WYA" you out givin' out cock?
I told lil' bro if he can't get a knife
Get a lock and a sock and just work what you got
I know for sure if she went, she a go
I ain't cuffin' these hoes, like we swappin' 'em out
We really spin shit, I really did shit
I can't talk about, 'cause I'm not for the clout
They puttin' trackers on cars, watch your Insta'
As soon as you dip, they gon' break in your house
Put Unc' in the chopper and mind if they ever come in
You better not let none of them get out
I be performin' whenever I'm in it
As soon as I nut, I should take me a bow
I done had this one, and this one, and this one
And that one, like f*ck it, let's f*ck up the town
She super pretty and handle her business
Like f*ck all these bitches, I'm bucklin' down
She super friendly and like her a nigga who spend it
I'm tellin' ya, don't bring her around
She post a picture without my permission
Got me in some shit, man, these women is wild
She f*ckin' niggas, but think I don't know
That shit really a joke, man, lil' mama's a clown
I know some hitters who dead to the wrong
But they still came home, we took it to trial
Yeah, I'ma tell you when I'm finished (never)
I get sturdy when I'm in it, baow
Talkin' 'bout I hurt her feelings, ouch
If I want it, I'ma get it now
Shooters in here, all the windows down
Oh you tryna get a bag, how?
Everybody know we pushin' them pounds, yeah
In here I go, I ain't walked in a minute
Fully in charge, I'm the boss of the business
And it's a problem, ain't callin' nobody
The hitters is already with me, I come from the heart of the city
The streets, I was all the way in 'em, I just dropped a banger with Nicki
My TRX taller, I lifted it, soon as we harvest, they ship it
I just pray to God to forgive me, I've been out here killin' it
It was startin' to go left, then I shifted it
You can come work for me, I got benefits
You can't do what I do, I invented this
.357 with a switch and extended clips
And another clip, that's a back-up
Stayin' out the way, I've been runnin' my sack up
I wish one of you pussy lil' niggas would add up
I bet we OD on 'em, bulletproof Cadillac
That's two-hundred racks, I told the set to go buy three of 'em
He thinkin' that he straight, because I let him skate
I hope a nigga know that we on 'em
Hate they had to call him that
But ain't no comin' back, it is what it is
Beat the quarterback and I'm the running back
I get the team off the field
Look at my chain, it got bigger, change up the face, you look bitter
I hold it down for the real ones
I'm tryna pocket a billion, get out of line, you gon' feel me
When I get high, that's the real me, I know my opps wanna kill me
Ain't goin' nowhere, I'll be here, post the location, we'll be there
Get out of place and get beat up, brrt (bah, bah, bah)
Yeah, I'ma tell you when I'm finished (never)
I get sturdy when I'm in it, baow
Talkin' 'bout I hurt her feelings, ouch
If I want it, I'ma get it now
Shooters in here, all the windows down
Oh you tryna get a bag, how?
Everybody know we pushin' them pounds, yeah
She got that WAP and the way that she use it
Saliva with top and she come with a mop, I need to stop
Been out here rockin' the game with these features
It's over for niggas as soon as I drop
She lookin' for love, but my heart somewhere in a box
She trippin', I changed the locks
Never tell nobody, you seen me by myself
Out and about, it was me and the Glock
Sun up to sundown, ain't nothin' else to do
But get money, so f*ck it, I'm workin' the block
AP a cool quarter-million, I'm sorry
This watch did not come from me punchin' no clock
Built up some plays, got my number in motion
And got me a spot and start workin' my flock
Why you keep textin' me "W-Y-D"?
And "WYA" you out givin' out cock?
I told lil' bro if he can't get a knife
Get a lock and a sock and just work what you got
I know for sure if she went, she a go
I ain't cuffin' these hoes, like we swappin' 'em out
We really spin shit, I really did shit
I can't talk about, 'cause I'm not for the clout
They puttin' trackers on cars, watch your Insta'
As soon as you dip, they gon' break in your house
Put Unc' in the chopper and mind if they ever come in
You better not let none of them get out
I be performin' whenever I'm in it
As soon as I nut, I should take me a bow
I done had this one, and this one, and this one
And that one, like f*ck it, let's f*ck up the town
She super pretty and handle her business
Like f*ck all these bitches, I'm bucklin' down
She super friendly and like her a nigga who spend it
I'm tellin' ya, don't bring her around
She post a picture without my permission
Got me in some shit, man, these women is wild
She f*ckin' niggas, but think I don't know
That shit really a joke, man, lil' mama's a clown
I know some hitters who dead to the wrong
But they still came home, we took it to trial
Yeah, I'ma tell you when I'm finished (never)
I get sturdy when I'm in it, baow
Talkin' 'bout I hurt her feelings, ouch
If I want it, I'ma get it now
Shooters in here, all the windows down
Oh you tryna get a bag, how?
Everybody know we pushin' them pounds, yeah
In here I go, I ain't walked in a minute
Fully in charge, I'm the boss of the business
And it's a problem, ain't callin' nobody
The hitters is already with me, I come from the heart of the city
The streets, I was all the way in 'em, I just dropped a banger with Nicki
My TRX taller, I lifted it, soon as we harvest, they ship it
I just pray to God to forgive me, I've been out here killin' it
It was startin' to go left, then I shifted it
You can come work for me, I got benefits
You can't do what I do, I invented this
.357 with a switch and extended clips
And another clip, that's a back-up
Stayin' out the way, I've been runnin' my sack up
I wish one of you pussy lil' niggas would add up
I bet we OD on 'em, bulletproof Cadillac
That's two-hundred racks, I told the set to go buy three of 'em
He thinkin' that he straight, because I let him skate
I hope a nigga know that we on 'em
Hate they had to call him that
But ain't no comin' back, it is what it is
Beat the quarterback and I'm the running back
I get the team off the field
Look at my chain, it got bigger, change up the face, you look bitter
I hold it down for the real ones
I'm tryna pocket a billion, get out of line, you gon' feel me
When I get high, that's the real me, I know my opps wanna kill me
Ain't goin' nowhere, I'll be here, post the location, we'll be there
Get out of place and get beat up, brrt (bah, bah, bah)
Yeah, I'ma tell you when I'm finished (never)
I get sturdy when I'm in it, baow
Talkin' 'bout I hurt her feelings, ouch
If I want it, I'ma get it now
Shooters in here, all the windows down
Oh you tryna get a bag, how?
Everybody know we pushin' them pounds, yeah
Writer: Dominique Jones, Dwan Lecurtis Jaquan Avery
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
In A Minute
(Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy)
I be in the loop, she be in a group (yeah)
Brodie want her friend, throw him alley-oop (yeah)
Turn somethin' to nothin', bruh, I'm livin' proof
How can I lose when we the who's who's?
Still runnin' 'round with Mohawk
Jet ready, pack the Goyard
People probably think I show off, I ain't even give it yet
Runnin' up a silly check, stayin' off the internet
Share the stage with Billie Eilish, turnt at any given time
Personal partners pillow talkin' 'cause I got rich without 'em
Only thing they should be sayin' is, "Baby keep it solid"
We ain't even deep as we used to be, this shit slick, divided
Bruh ain't got no hustle or nothin', so he gon' stick to violence
I be known to run down, I'm dialed in, so I can't speak about it
She know I'm a gangsta, she love me, I bring the freak up out her
Can't play with me, you know I'll come trim, I'm in a different league
I'm tired of showin' what I can get done, what you gon' do for me?
Forty thousand miles up in the air, only time I get some Z's
Full-court press, foot on they neck and I can't let 'em breathe
Blood, sweat and tears come with this check, it ain't nowhere near easy
Had to fall back, you know how that go, we only speakin' briefly
Hope I'm not too much to handle, city nigga from Atlanta
I spent my last check on ammo, this is not a regular Lambo
Hundred thousand dollar kit, could've put down on another Lambo
Don't be in the mix, I built this shit forever havin' say so
This shit gon' get serious about my money, this ain't no f*ckin' Play-Doh
Brodie down for double homicide, I try to tell him, "Lay low"
C don't like to drive, but he spin good, I'm on the way to Clayco
AK-47s in the spots before they made the Draco
I'm just tryna ball and live, hundred mil', I'm callin' dibs
I'm the boss, pay all the bills, I'm the golden child for real
Go off in this bitch, I will, I been on my grind for years
And I'm out here grindin' still, I need equity to sign the deal
I'm just tryna ball and live, hundred mil', I'm callin' dibs
I'm the boss, pay all the bills, I'm the golden child for real
Go off in this bitch, I will, I been on my grind for years
And I'm out here grindin' still, I need equity to sign the deal
Over-buyin' cars, I snatch the Brabus just for motivation
Shootout at the spot today, tomorrow, we at a new location
Free all of the guys, I hope y'all beat the case or get probation
Stash it at my mama house, four hundred bands in the ventilation
Now look how I'm livin', I bought a house for the money to stay at
Right when niggas think that I got soft, I'ma pull up and spray at
Livin' like a don, might smoke a blunt in the back of the Maybach
Pull up like your mama with this switch, "Why the f*ck would you say that?"
You can do it first, I'ma do it worst, gotta double the pay back
Never take it personal, show no mercy, bro taught me that way back
Condo to get off, I was always taught don't tell your hoes where you stay at
Keep a stash house, you can't take nothin' to the spot where you lay at
Never be a bother, if you off me, no problem, just say that
Never runnin' off, so if I owe you, I got you, I'll pay that
Give this shit my all, so when I'm old, I can chill and just lay back
Really from the bottom so the trenches is where I feel safe at
I'm just tryna ball and live, hundred mil', I'm callin' dibs
I'm the boss, pay all the bills, I'm the golden child for real
Go off in this bitch, I will, I been on my grind for years
And I'm out here grindin' still, I need equity to sign the deal
I'm just tryna ball and live, hundred mil', I'm callin' dibs
I'm the boss, pay all the bills, I'm the golden child for real
Go off in this bitch, I will, I been on my grind for years
And I'm out here grindin' still, I need equity to sign the deal
I be in the loop, she be in a group (yeah)
Brodie want her friend, throw him alley-oop (yeah)
Turn somethin' to nothin', bruh, I'm livin' proof
How can I lose when we the who's who's?
Still runnin' 'round with Mohawk
Jet ready, pack the Goyard
People probably think I show off, I ain't even give it yet
Runnin' up a silly check, stayin' off the internet
Share the stage with Billie Eilish, turnt at any given time
Personal partners pillow talkin' 'cause I got rich without 'em
Only thing they should be sayin' is, "Baby keep it solid"
We ain't even deep as we used to be, this shit slick, divided
Bruh ain't got no hustle or nothin', so he gon' stick to violence
I be known to run down, I'm dialed in, so I can't speak about it
She know I'm a gangsta, she love me, I bring the freak up out her
Can't play with me, you know I'll come trim, I'm in a different league
I'm tired of showin' what I can get done, what you gon' do for me?
Forty thousand miles up in the air, only time I get some Z's
Full-court press, foot on they neck and I can't let 'em breathe
Blood, sweat and tears come with this check, it ain't nowhere near easy
Had to fall back, you know how that go, we only speakin' briefly
Hope I'm not too much to handle, city nigga from Atlanta
I spent my last check on ammo, this is not a regular Lambo
Hundred thousand dollar kit, could've put down on another Lambo
Don't be in the mix, I built this shit forever havin' say so
This shit gon' get serious about my money, this ain't no f*ckin' Play-Doh
Brodie down for double homicide, I try to tell him, "Lay low"
C don't like to drive, but he spin good, I'm on the way to Clayco
AK-47s in the spots before they made the Draco
I'm just tryna ball and live, hundred mil', I'm callin' dibs
I'm the boss, pay all the bills, I'm the golden child for real
Go off in this bitch, I will, I been on my grind for years
And I'm out here grindin' still, I need equity to sign the deal
I'm just tryna ball and live, hundred mil', I'm callin' dibs
I'm the boss, pay all the bills, I'm the golden child for real
Go off in this bitch, I will, I been on my grind for years
And I'm out here grindin' still, I need equity to sign the deal
Over-buyin' cars, I snatch the Brabus just for motivation
Shootout at the spot today, tomorrow, we at a new location
Free all of the guys, I hope y'all beat the case or get probation
Stash it at my mama house, four hundred bands in the ventilation
Now look how I'm livin', I bought a house for the money to stay at
Right when niggas think that I got soft, I'ma pull up and spray at
Livin' like a don, might smoke a blunt in the back of the Maybach
Pull up like your mama with this switch, "Why the f*ck would you say that?"
You can do it first, I'ma do it worst, gotta double the pay back
Never take it personal, show no mercy, bro taught me that way back
Condo to get off, I was always taught don't tell your hoes where you stay at
Keep a stash house, you can't take nothin' to the spot where you lay at
Never be a bother, if you off me, no problem, just say that
Never runnin' off, so if I owe you, I got you, I'll pay that
Give this shit my all, so when I'm old, I can chill and just lay back
Really from the bottom so the trenches is where I feel safe at
I'm just tryna ball and live, hundred mil', I'm callin' dibs
I'm the boss, pay all the bills, I'm the golden child for real
Go off in this bitch, I will, I been on my grind for years
And I'm out here grindin' still, I need equity to sign the deal
I'm just tryna ball and live, hundred mil', I'm callin' dibs
I'm the boss, pay all the bills, I'm the golden child for real
Go off in this bitch, I will, I been on my grind for years
And I'm out here grindin' still, I need equity to sign the deal
Writer: Dominique Jones, Kai Hasegawa, Ethan Hayes, Ellie Goulding, James Eliot, Howard New
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Waterfall Flow
Baby, this that waterfall flow (yeah, uh)
Baby, this that waterfall flow
Certain shit I'm not fascinated with, I can't fake this shit
My legs made for a money run, I can't chase a bitch
When the tab come, we don't gotta split it, bro, I'm gon' pay the shit
Somewhere in Toronto with a Canadian
Used to have no one to call on, now I fill up stadiums
Oh, you can't be f*cked with? Young and turnt, come get with Baby them
You supposed to be with us, but you switched up, you gotta stay with them
I ran up a dub in just two months, told you, "Don't play with him"
This shit gettin' crazy
I'm workin' double time, this summer mine, I'm not just sayin' this
We did too much to just be gang, I really treat him like family
I'm not a fraud and make a lot of noise, that's why they can't stand me
You piss me off, we goin' to war and I ain't got no understandin'
Waterfall flow 'cause I just keep flowin', yeah
She told me she comin', so I keep goin', oh yeah
Really tryna win? You gotta sacrifice
Bro'nem was gettin' rich, I felt I had to try it
I took a little piece of weed and maximized it
I took my little fans I had and amplified it
This shit don't come free but you can't go and buy it
Ain't into the clout but I stay goin' viral
You ain't really down then you can't come around us
Forever with the ones that I'ma do or die with
Phantom doors came suicide, used to have to catch a ride
I ain't tryna go too deep, maybe we can catch a vibe
Maybe we can slide, dependin' on what your plans like
I might play it quiet but you know that I'm the man, right?
You gon' have to pick a side, come here, let me pick your mind
You can tell me all your flaws, I'll get someone to fix your body
She love when I thug and like when I get romantic
She wanna be gang, I got her doin' our handshake
I been doin' all this shit from the top of my head
If you're ready to cross the line then I ain't gon' stop you, go 'head
But I just hope that you prepared, I been accepted life ain't fair
We used to ship from here and there, my mama done had to sign for mail
Never let a ho play with my heart, I went through that in jail
Can't believe I gotta put that fire on bro, we been through hell
You ain't gangster, I know damn well if they catch you, you gon' tell
I ain't have no help, I made everybody happy by myself
But I did have a plug and my fans though
Know they want me to lay down but I got somethin' to stand for
This shit in me, it ain't on me, I can't never get canceled
I ain't trippin' 'bout the price, I gotta get what I'm payin' for
It's the principle
Phantom doors came suicide, used to have to catch a ride
I ain't tryna go too deep, maybe we can catch a vibe
Maybe we can slide, dependin' on what your plans like
I might play it quiet but you know that I'm the man, right?
You gon' have to pick a side, come here, let me pick your mind
You can tell me all your flaws, I'll get someone to fix your body
She love when I thug and like when I get romantic
She wanna be gang, I got her doin' our handshake
Baby, this that waterfall flow
Certain shit I'm not fascinated with, I can't fake this shit
My legs made for a money run, I can't chase a bitch
When the tab come, we don't gotta split it, bro, I'm gon' pay the shit
Somewhere in Toronto with a Canadian
Used to have no one to call on, now I fill up stadiums
Oh, you can't be f*cked with? Young and turnt, come get with Baby them
You supposed to be with us, but you switched up, you gotta stay with them
I ran up a dub in just two months, told you, "Don't play with him"
This shit gettin' crazy
I'm workin' double time, this summer mine, I'm not just sayin' this
We did too much to just be gang, I really treat him like family
I'm not a fraud and make a lot of noise, that's why they can't stand me
You piss me off, we goin' to war and I ain't got no understandin'
Waterfall flow 'cause I just keep flowin', yeah
She told me she comin', so I keep goin', oh yeah
Really tryna win? You gotta sacrifice
Bro'nem was gettin' rich, I felt I had to try it
I took a little piece of weed and maximized it
I took my little fans I had and amplified it
This shit don't come free but you can't go and buy it
Ain't into the clout but I stay goin' viral
You ain't really down then you can't come around us
Forever with the ones that I'ma do or die with
Phantom doors came suicide, used to have to catch a ride
I ain't tryna go too deep, maybe we can catch a vibe
Maybe we can slide, dependin' on what your plans like
I might play it quiet but you know that I'm the man, right?
You gon' have to pick a side, come here, let me pick your mind
You can tell me all your flaws, I'll get someone to fix your body
She love when I thug and like when I get romantic
She wanna be gang, I got her doin' our handshake
I been doin' all this shit from the top of my head
If you're ready to cross the line then I ain't gon' stop you, go 'head
But I just hope that you prepared, I been accepted life ain't fair
We used to ship from here and there, my mama done had to sign for mail
Never let a ho play with my heart, I went through that in jail
Can't believe I gotta put that fire on bro, we been through hell
You ain't gangster, I know damn well if they catch you, you gon' tell
I ain't have no help, I made everybody happy by myself
But I did have a plug and my fans though
Know they want me to lay down but I got somethin' to stand for
This shit in me, it ain't on me, I can't never get canceled
I ain't trippin' 'bout the price, I gotta get what I'm payin' for
It's the principle
Phantom doors came suicide, used to have to catch a ride
I ain't tryna go too deep, maybe we can catch a vibe
Maybe we can slide, dependin' on what your plans like
I might play it quiet but you know that I'm the man, right?
You gon' have to pick a side, come here, let me pick your mind
You can tell me all your flaws, I'll get someone to fix your body
She love when I thug and like when I get romantic
She wanna be gang, I got her doin' our handshake
Writer: Dominique Jones, Jacob Canady, Simarpreet Bahia
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Everything
Gone in one minute
Pulled up in the supercar, this joint limited edition
Tried to tell you ahead of time, I wish you would had listened
Never tryna hold the ball, I'm cool with the assist
I just hope lil' bro don't miss
I can't lie, someone done pissed me off, I'm back up on that shit
Treat them niggas block like Lenox Mall, we go in there and spin
I know niggas mad I'm number one and they want me to fall
I got bad bitches, supermodels, I don't even call 'em
All the youngins who be drillin' shit, you know that come with life
Niggas barely try to send you shit, you know they ain't gon' write
What you talkin' 'bout in real life? I can't get caught up in the hype
She like, "Why you drive like that?" I can't get caught up at no light
Though my nigga was dead wrong, I stand behind him like he right
Spent four hunnid on a Richard Mill', I call that wastin' time
Tried to give you every sign, it got me wonderin' is you blind
We together when you wit' me, when you leavin', you ain't mine, yeah
You owe me for everything
I'ma take it all the way to the grave before I drop a name
You done took a piece of my lil' heart so it won't be the same
I done got enough to give us all some, we done beat the game
You owe me for everything
I'ma take it all the way to the grave before I drop a name
You done took a piece of my lil' heart so it won't be the same
I done got enough to give us all some, we done beat the game
Yeah
Used to be a time when I couldn't give a thing
Never wanna see you go out bad, I tried to give you game
You gon' throw my feelings in the trash and leave it in the rain
I'ma leave my feelings in the past, I won't come back again (yeah, yeah)
Love it when she come and see me, and she wear her sundress
I be goin' stupid in that shit, we havin' dumb sex
She be tryna do it better, turn into a contest
I be smokin' rapper weed, I know she get a contact
Always switch my number but somehow, she stay in contact
Stand up for my hood, the whole Zone 4, you know I run that
Can't nobody went up top on me and I ain't punch back
My dawg goin' on a life sentence, pay whatever for him to come back
I been stackin' Ms like they souvenirs, yeah, yeah
I spent eighty grand on some new veneers, yeah, yeah
I been town to town up in that new McLaren, yeah, yeah
I'ma show my ass for times that I ain't have it
You owe me for everything
I'ma take it all the way to the grave before I drop a name
You done took a piece of my lil' heart so it won't be the same
I done got enough to give us all some, we done beat the game
You owe me for everything
I'ma take it all the way to the grave before I drop a name
You done took a piece of my lil' heart so it won't be the same
I done got enough to give us all some, we done beat the game
Pulled up in the supercar, this joint limited edition
Tried to tell you ahead of time, I wish you would had listened
Never tryna hold the ball, I'm cool with the assist
I just hope lil' bro don't miss
I can't lie, someone done pissed me off, I'm back up on that shit
Treat them niggas block like Lenox Mall, we go in there and spin
I know niggas mad I'm number one and they want me to fall
I got bad bitches, supermodels, I don't even call 'em
All the youngins who be drillin' shit, you know that come with life
Niggas barely try to send you shit, you know they ain't gon' write
What you talkin' 'bout in real life? I can't get caught up in the hype
She like, "Why you drive like that?" I can't get caught up at no light
Though my nigga was dead wrong, I stand behind him like he right
Spent four hunnid on a Richard Mill', I call that wastin' time
Tried to give you every sign, it got me wonderin' is you blind
We together when you wit' me, when you leavin', you ain't mine, yeah
You owe me for everything
I'ma take it all the way to the grave before I drop a name
You done took a piece of my lil' heart so it won't be the same
I done got enough to give us all some, we done beat the game
You owe me for everything
I'ma take it all the way to the grave before I drop a name
You done took a piece of my lil' heart so it won't be the same
I done got enough to give us all some, we done beat the game
Yeah
Used to be a time when I couldn't give a thing
Never wanna see you go out bad, I tried to give you game
You gon' throw my feelings in the trash and leave it in the rain
I'ma leave my feelings in the past, I won't come back again (yeah, yeah)
Love it when she come and see me, and she wear her sundress
I be goin' stupid in that shit, we havin' dumb sex
She be tryna do it better, turn into a contest
I be smokin' rapper weed, I know she get a contact
Always switch my number but somehow, she stay in contact
Stand up for my hood, the whole Zone 4, you know I run that
Can't nobody went up top on me and I ain't punch back
My dawg goin' on a life sentence, pay whatever for him to come back
I been stackin' Ms like they souvenirs, yeah, yeah
I spent eighty grand on some new veneers, yeah, yeah
I been town to town up in that new McLaren, yeah, yeah
I'ma show my ass for times that I ain't have it
You owe me for everything
I'ma take it all the way to the grave before I drop a name
You done took a piece of my lil' heart so it won't be the same
I done got enough to give us all some, we done beat the game
You owe me for everything
I'ma take it all the way to the grave before I drop a name
You done took a piece of my lil' heart so it won't be the same
I done got enough to give us all some, we done beat the game
Writer: Dominique Jones, Matthew Samuels, Rupert Thomas, Sean Momberger
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
From Now On
Yeah, FaceTime, we still talk in codes
I think the feds on every iPhone
No more Polo t-shirts
Put that shit on everyday from now on
Switchin' up my image, no more pictures with my Styrofoam
Why the f*ck I keep buyin' these houses if I'm never home?
I'm with gang, they never wrong
Supermodels, I'm steppin' on 'em
Search for what? My weapon on me
Buy three, four bags at one time
Treat the condo like a trap house
Other spot, a baby compound
Bad bitches get the run-around
Bruh a track star, he run shit down
I made this shit half of a one pound
I told bro 'nem, "One band, one sound"
She like, "F*ck the club, let's stay in"
Now she gotta get new tape-ins
Pockets too big, they can't never belittle me
Bae, I'm a hell of a nigga
Ain't with the arguin', what's your dilemma?
I buy Achilles, the real one
How you the hero but stay with some villains?
I ain't gon' switch on my niggas them
I run the game like I'm born with the ball
Youngin' ain't corny at all
Five-foot-nine, but I ain't that small
Feel like I'm seven feet tall
Bro ain't stop, he just on pause
He comin' trim when I call him
On FaceTime, we still talk in codes
I think the feds on every iPhone
No more Polo T-Shirts
Put that shit on everyday from now on
(Pluto)
Get millions of dollars, walkin' in Prada, drinkin' out Styrofoam (Pluto)
Gotta talk in code when you on FaceTime, like the feds on the phone (oh)
Live a billionaire lifestyle, but I still give beats to your door
Lil' one got the stick, ready to go blitz, lil' one stay on go
Flatline a nigga, one call, pull the pounds up in U-Hauls (ooh)
Dodgin' a life sentence, poppin' all the shit I talk
I done piped up another nigga bitch, I'm too rich, my fault
I just alley-ooped a ho to my dawg, he just slam dunked her (a hundred)
Ballin' like 'Bron, but now I'm startin' to feel like Messiah ('Siah)
Codeine drinkin', but I swear the money get me higher (higher)
Just told the judge I'm on pills, my mansion got marble (marble)
Charge a M for a show, still'll sell a bale to you tomorrow
Facetime, we still talk in codes
I think the feds on every iPhone
No more Polo T-Shirts
Put that shit on everyday from now on
Everybody can fold but I won't, everybody want it but I don't
I make niggas follow and I lead, I make bitches cum, then I leave
Virgil Maybach be so sweet, we just get 'em, ain't no beef
You can get her back, I can't keep her
We be gettin', shh, that's our secret
Rappers wanna kick it, can't reach
You and five of y'all niggas can't see me
Really sturdy, a wall, nigga, can't beat me
Akademiks know he ain't as rich as me
Brodie ready to eat for a twenty piece
I ain't got nothin' to say to you mini-mes
Ready to buy a lil' nigga contract
Yeah, yeah, whatever, we on that
Disappearin' on 'em, they got weird on me, I'm the fallback king
Number one shit, me and King Pluto, that's a smooth tag team
Gotta live with it, can't wake up from it, this is not a bad dream
Look how life changed, TVs in the shower, used to steal flatscreens
Shh
I know that they listenin', f*ck 'em
Know not to ask me about nothin'
If I ain't somewhere gettin' money then I'm f*ckin'
Fft-fft, that's that switch sound
I ain't goin' out without a fight, I'ma tell you that shit now
Whatever I get, I'ma share with my brother
That's how we get down
If you get offended, it is what it is
Bitch, I'm from Atlanta so I gotta snake now
I think the feds on every iPhone
No more Polo t-shirts
Put that shit on everyday from now on
Switchin' up my image, no more pictures with my Styrofoam
Why the f*ck I keep buyin' these houses if I'm never home?
I'm with gang, they never wrong
Supermodels, I'm steppin' on 'em
Search for what? My weapon on me
Buy three, four bags at one time
Treat the condo like a trap house
Other spot, a baby compound
Bad bitches get the run-around
Bruh a track star, he run shit down
I made this shit half of a one pound
I told bro 'nem, "One band, one sound"
She like, "F*ck the club, let's stay in"
Now she gotta get new tape-ins
Pockets too big, they can't never belittle me
Bae, I'm a hell of a nigga
Ain't with the arguin', what's your dilemma?
I buy Achilles, the real one
How you the hero but stay with some villains?
I ain't gon' switch on my niggas them
I run the game like I'm born with the ball
Youngin' ain't corny at all
Five-foot-nine, but I ain't that small
Feel like I'm seven feet tall
Bro ain't stop, he just on pause
He comin' trim when I call him
On FaceTime, we still talk in codes
I think the feds on every iPhone
No more Polo T-Shirts
Put that shit on everyday from now on
(Pluto)
Get millions of dollars, walkin' in Prada, drinkin' out Styrofoam (Pluto)
Gotta talk in code when you on FaceTime, like the feds on the phone (oh)
Live a billionaire lifestyle, but I still give beats to your door
Lil' one got the stick, ready to go blitz, lil' one stay on go
Flatline a nigga, one call, pull the pounds up in U-Hauls (ooh)
Dodgin' a life sentence, poppin' all the shit I talk
I done piped up another nigga bitch, I'm too rich, my fault
I just alley-ooped a ho to my dawg, he just slam dunked her (a hundred)
Ballin' like 'Bron, but now I'm startin' to feel like Messiah ('Siah)
Codeine drinkin', but I swear the money get me higher (higher)
Just told the judge I'm on pills, my mansion got marble (marble)
Charge a M for a show, still'll sell a bale to you tomorrow
Facetime, we still talk in codes
I think the feds on every iPhone
No more Polo T-Shirts
Put that shit on everyday from now on
Everybody can fold but I won't, everybody want it but I don't
I make niggas follow and I lead, I make bitches cum, then I leave
Virgil Maybach be so sweet, we just get 'em, ain't no beef
You can get her back, I can't keep her
We be gettin', shh, that's our secret
Rappers wanna kick it, can't reach
You and five of y'all niggas can't see me
Really sturdy, a wall, nigga, can't beat me
Akademiks know he ain't as rich as me
Brodie ready to eat for a twenty piece
I ain't got nothin' to say to you mini-mes
Ready to buy a lil' nigga contract
Yeah, yeah, whatever, we on that
Disappearin' on 'em, they got weird on me, I'm the fallback king
Number one shit, me and King Pluto, that's a smooth tag team
Gotta live with it, can't wake up from it, this is not a bad dream
Look how life changed, TVs in the shower, used to steal flatscreens
Shh
I know that they listenin', f*ck 'em
Know not to ask me about nothin'
If I ain't somewhere gettin' money then I'm f*ckin'
Fft-fft, that's that switch sound
I ain't goin' out without a fight, I'ma tell you that shit now
Whatever I get, I'ma share with my brother
That's how we get down
If you get offended, it is what it is
Bitch, I'm from Atlanta so I gotta snake now
Writer: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Dominique Jones, Nayvadius Wilburn, Rodrick Wayne Moore Jr., Shane Lindstrom
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Double Down
All them members got they own money, you can challenge us
How you spend a hundred-thirty thousand on a Challenger?
This a Demon, I done turned my partner to my manager
Close another deal for twenty mill', that LaFerrari comin'
I put glue on both sides of the ball, I know I'll never fumble
I'm alive and ain't doin' no time, so I'm forever humble
Different kind, I'm one of them guys, she gon' forever love me
He a child, I'm lettin' him slide, could get him whacked for nothin'
I'm the boss, the one who they call when they lackin' somethin'
I'm in charge, I stand far, can't look back for nothin'
Big dawg, I'm a real problem, you niggas little puppies
Big swag, a bag mask, we be all lovey dovey
She kneel to my feet, but bitches sneaky, you would never know
He done put the people in the beef, I still can't let it go
Ain't losin' no sleep, but if I did, I ain't gon' let it show
I planted my seeds in the streets and I just let it grow
Had to double down, a hundred rounds, I'm super cautious
I preach to the streets, they pay me cash, I'm takin' offense
I'm on all they ass, I'm sittin' back, I'm takin' off
So much Hermès, I can tell you if they fake and all
Good relationships with all the plugs, I try to never owe 'em
Had to switch it up, give up my phone, so they can keep it goin'
Blicky kinda shy, I'll take it off, you know I keep it on
Watch me shake the world and wake up everyone who sleepin' on me
Had to cut my blood off, too many people leechin' on me
Paranoid, I see strange cars and get to reachin' for it
I'm from where you turn into the plug if you get a decent number
Disappointed, they actin' disloyal, I keep it a hundred
It's a process, long as I'm in charge, just know you comin' home
Rock hella stones, used to come up short but now my money long
Won't tell 'em wrong, this shit ain't no game, you can't get back them boys forever gone
Too many dead contacts in my telephone
She kneel to my feet, but bitches sneaky, you would never know
He done put the people in the beef, I still can't let it go
Ain't losin' no sleep, but if I did, I ain't gon' let it show
I planted my seeds in the streets and I just let it grow
Had to double down, a hundred rounds, I'm super cautious
I preach to the streets, they pay me cash, I'm takin' offense
I'm on all they ass, I'm sittin' back, I'm takin' off
So much Hermès, I can tell you if they fake and all
I done beat the odds, but put my people on my favorite part
Soon as we catch dawg, he gon' get robbed, he buck, he gettin' popped
People say I'm hot as f*ck, I told 'em I'm just gettin' started
Went from hangin' on the corner, I'm tryna buy my whole apartment
Money comin' in, it make you fall out with your closest partners
Everyone come to me with they pity stories, they know I got it
You did what I did and you ain't have shit and you supposed to pop it
Could've moved to L.A. and left everybody
Spent a quarter-milli' on a Richard, since they all watchin'
I come from the projects, I got money stuffed in all pockets
Icebox lit, got my chain hittin' like a water faucet
If I ever told you I love you, then we forever locked in
She kneel to my feet, but bitches sneaky, you would never know
He done put the people in the beef, I still can't let it go
Ain't losin' no sleep, but if I did, I ain't gon' let it show
I planted my seeds in the streets and I just let it grow
Had to double down, a hundred rounds, I'm super cautious
I preach to the streets, they pay me cash, I'm takin' offense
I'm on all they ass, I'm sittin' back, I'm takin' off
So much Hermès, I can tell you if they fake and all
How you spend a hundred-thirty thousand on a Challenger?
This a Demon, I done turned my partner to my manager
Close another deal for twenty mill', that LaFerrari comin'
I put glue on both sides of the ball, I know I'll never fumble
I'm alive and ain't doin' no time, so I'm forever humble
Different kind, I'm one of them guys, she gon' forever love me
He a child, I'm lettin' him slide, could get him whacked for nothin'
I'm the boss, the one who they call when they lackin' somethin'
I'm in charge, I stand far, can't look back for nothin'
Big dawg, I'm a real problem, you niggas little puppies
Big swag, a bag mask, we be all lovey dovey
She kneel to my feet, but bitches sneaky, you would never know
He done put the people in the beef, I still can't let it go
Ain't losin' no sleep, but if I did, I ain't gon' let it show
I planted my seeds in the streets and I just let it grow
Had to double down, a hundred rounds, I'm super cautious
I preach to the streets, they pay me cash, I'm takin' offense
I'm on all they ass, I'm sittin' back, I'm takin' off
So much Hermès, I can tell you if they fake and all
Good relationships with all the plugs, I try to never owe 'em
Had to switch it up, give up my phone, so they can keep it goin'
Blicky kinda shy, I'll take it off, you know I keep it on
Watch me shake the world and wake up everyone who sleepin' on me
Had to cut my blood off, too many people leechin' on me
Paranoid, I see strange cars and get to reachin' for it
I'm from where you turn into the plug if you get a decent number
Disappointed, they actin' disloyal, I keep it a hundred
It's a process, long as I'm in charge, just know you comin' home
Rock hella stones, used to come up short but now my money long
Won't tell 'em wrong, this shit ain't no game, you can't get back them boys forever gone
Too many dead contacts in my telephone
She kneel to my feet, but bitches sneaky, you would never know
He done put the people in the beef, I still can't let it go
Ain't losin' no sleep, but if I did, I ain't gon' let it show
I planted my seeds in the streets and I just let it grow
Had to double down, a hundred rounds, I'm super cautious
I preach to the streets, they pay me cash, I'm takin' offense
I'm on all they ass, I'm sittin' back, I'm takin' off
So much Hermès, I can tell you if they fake and all
I done beat the odds, but put my people on my favorite part
Soon as we catch dawg, he gon' get robbed, he buck, he gettin' popped
People say I'm hot as f*ck, I told 'em I'm just gettin' started
Went from hangin' on the corner, I'm tryna buy my whole apartment
Money comin' in, it make you fall out with your closest partners
Everyone come to me with they pity stories, they know I got it
You did what I did and you ain't have shit and you supposed to pop it
Could've moved to L.A. and left everybody
Spent a quarter-milli' on a Richard, since they all watchin'
I come from the projects, I got money stuffed in all pockets
Icebox lit, got my chain hittin' like a water faucet
If I ever told you I love you, then we forever locked in
She kneel to my feet, but bitches sneaky, you would never know
He done put the people in the beef, I still can't let it go
Ain't losin' no sleep, but if I did, I ain't gon' let it show
I planted my seeds in the streets and I just let it grow
Had to double down, a hundred rounds, I'm super cautious
I preach to the streets, they pay me cash, I'm takin' offense
I'm on all they ass, I'm sittin' back, I'm takin' off
So much Hermès, I can tell you if they fake and all
Writer: Tillie, Adrian Khasha Nielsen, Dominique Jones, Shane Lindstrom
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Cost To Be Alive
It cost to be alive
I won't say I'm king of the jungle, but I survived
Watch the cookies crumble in front of me, at least I tried
You know what you call it, robbed what you call it? At least he-
Since you speakin' 'bout it, you only on time because you hiddn'
Give me threesomes, she must know that hittin' her friends was on my mind
Ain't no secret, I'm outside, been in this street shit all my life
I know Migo wanna see me rich the day he dropped the price
They say everything done in the dark is gon' come to the light
Bro, you know that shit wasn't right, I don't like hoes who live for hype
Brodie spend all of his cash on clothes, I guess he live for likes
I got so much goin' on, if I do it right, I'm lit for life
Pull up foreign, everybody glowin', if you know, you know it
Can't compete with them lil' boys
Rich for real, I just don't show it
'Round the way, they know it's me whenever they hear a lot of noise
I'm Lil Baby, so, it's only right I got a lot of toys
I'm like damn 'em if they hatin'
She been stuck for a few days
These jeans cost me three K
I don't see nobody in my way
All these young niggas talkin' money, I don't see nobody where I stay
I got wealth accounts and good investments, I'm always at the bank
Yeah, I got white neighbors now, and they keep the curtains open where they stay at
Told lil' bro, "We got to fit in, go open the curtains up inside the Maybach"
We had them ho last year, she been expired, why would you date that?
Them Percs ain't even half real, them Fentanyl, dog, I wouldn't even take that
Lil' bro beat the stakes, somehow his case got picked up by the feds
He a opp but he can't talk no more, but he still pronounced dead
F*cked a nigga housewife in a condo, she's tryna move in it
Brother got the bowl, but ain't the kind where you put no food in it
Cost to be alive, if you go broke you won't survive
Free Joe, I interrupted him, told 'em I'ma call 'em back, he was sharpenin' knives
Sharpenin' the fire, I know the vibes, can't let you play me like no fool
Casamigos, I let her drive the boat, but you took her on a cruise
Don't care if we from the same hood
You told 'em treat you like you workin'
How you catch them cases and got out? You on front-end diversion
We hit the strip club, make it rain, my sweatshirt blue sky inn
The fear he can't cut for nothin', but he know how to shave down a pen
He know how to scratch off a serial
She rich for life if she miss her period
Mix-match Rick Owens in the mirror
Won't ever post another pic' in Amiris
He know how to scratch off a serial
She rich for life if she miss her period
Mix-match Rick Owens in the mirror
Won't ever post another pic' in Amiris
It cost to be alive
It cost to be alive
It cost to be alive
I won't say I'm king of the jungle, but I survived
Watch the cookies crumble in front of me, at least I tried
You know what you call it, robbed what you call it? At least he-
Since you speakin' 'bout it, you only on time because you hiddn'
Give me threesomes, she must know that hittin' her friends was on my mind
Ain't no secret, I'm outside, been in this street shit all my life
I know Migo wanna see me rich the day he dropped the price
They say everything done in the dark is gon' come to the light
Bro, you know that shit wasn't right, I don't like hoes who live for hype
Brodie spend all of his cash on clothes, I guess he live for likes
I got so much goin' on, if I do it right, I'm lit for life
Pull up foreign, everybody glowin', if you know, you know it
Can't compete with them lil' boys
Rich for real, I just don't show it
'Round the way, they know it's me whenever they hear a lot of noise
I'm Lil Baby, so, it's only right I got a lot of toys
I'm like damn 'em if they hatin'
She been stuck for a few days
These jeans cost me three K
I don't see nobody in my way
All these young niggas talkin' money, I don't see nobody where I stay
I got wealth accounts and good investments, I'm always at the bank
Yeah, I got white neighbors now, and they keep the curtains open where they stay at
Told lil' bro, "We got to fit in, go open the curtains up inside the Maybach"
We had them ho last year, she been expired, why would you date that?
Them Percs ain't even half real, them Fentanyl, dog, I wouldn't even take that
Lil' bro beat the stakes, somehow his case got picked up by the feds
He a opp but he can't talk no more, but he still pronounced dead
F*cked a nigga housewife in a condo, she's tryna move in it
Brother got the bowl, but ain't the kind where you put no food in it
Cost to be alive, if you go broke you won't survive
Free Joe, I interrupted him, told 'em I'ma call 'em back, he was sharpenin' knives
Sharpenin' the fire, I know the vibes, can't let you play me like no fool
Casamigos, I let her drive the boat, but you took her on a cruise
Don't care if we from the same hood
You told 'em treat you like you workin'
How you catch them cases and got out? You on front-end diversion
We hit the strip club, make it rain, my sweatshirt blue sky inn
The fear he can't cut for nothin', but he know how to shave down a pen
He know how to scratch off a serial
She rich for life if she miss her period
Mix-match Rick Owens in the mirror
Won't ever post another pic' in Amiris
He know how to scratch off a serial
She rich for life if she miss her period
Mix-match Rick Owens in the mirror
Won't ever post another pic' in Amiris
It cost to be alive
It cost to be alive
It cost to be alive
Writer: Albert Willemetz, Channing Pollock, Dominique Jones, Gorelov Lev Aleksandorovich, Jacques Charles, Jeuan Kiel Tabarrejo, Maurice Yvain, Ryan Adams
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Top Priority
(Top priority, ain't mad at you)
(Bitches flyin' all the way from Europe)
Yeah
Anybody came around, I turnt them up
Ain't nobody gave me shit, I earned this stuff
All cap aside who really turnt as us?
Academics niggas think they can't get touched
I don't be on computers much
Ced turned me on to YouTube
I keep tryna tell 'em I'm different from what they use to
We can't go to war f*ck this money up is what I tell the bro and them
Everybody wanna be killers now, I ain't gon' even go there
I know real steppers with body counts, don't nobody know them
I won four M's off of baccarat and didn't even buy none'
Invest a lil' somethin' into MoonPay just to try somethin'
Mama get her hair done when she want she got her own salon
Tryna find a nanny that Jason like so I can keep him with me
Real gambler, plenty times I f*cked it up and got it right the same night
You ever heard a little joe can change ya life
I'm talkin' shootin' dice I know that went over they head
And without me more than half of these rappers wouldn't have no legs
What I mean is I'm really the reason niggas think they big as me, damn
They couldn't see the old me I done revamped
Blue check, I'm verified, that's if socials stop today
God knows in any circumstance that I'ma find a way
You supposed to have 57-11, but you didn't have time to wait
I'm talkin' 'bout Patek, this bitch just turned my savage up
Yeah, I play for the big load
Switchin' up my pimpin', I been tryin' to knock a rich ho
We done did some shit you can't forget, now you are my real bro
I told them to let it go, they still shot them
I made my first money in the trenches and I still got it
Every now and then I go an count it, can't forget where I come from
Hope the people at my label know I'm not dumb
Get whatever I want, whenever I want it, then go number one (yeah)
Yeah, top priority they runnin' to me
Yeah, I'm from poverty what's a Grammy to me?
Yeah, money f*ck with me it been good to me
Yeah, bitches travellin' way from Europe to me
Listen to me, talk to me, I don't want you naggin' though
I didn't want it now you got it, that ain't nothin' to brag about
You been out here playin' for the minimum, watch me max 'em out
I went from the projects to Zürich, shoebox to Swiss accounts
Million dollar meetings, collared shirt I left my cup in the car
I'ma bring the ghetto to the light, can't leave them stuck in the dark
I just told the lawyers, keep on fightin', bro can't be stuck in no box
We be postin' pictures while we there, we don't give a f*ck 'bout no opps (yeah)
How she not gonna tell her friend she really f*ckin' a star?
She too cute to ride a Uber so I bought her a car
They been tryin' to catch up with me, I'm just already far
Don't gotta ride no nigga's wave, bro, I'm already gnarly
I'm already gnarly
Don't gotta ride no nigga's wave, bro, I'm already gnarly
I'm already gnarly
This shit lit, I'm in my bag, nobody f*ckin' this vibe up
F*ckin' this vibe up
This shit lit, I'm in my bag, nobody f*ckin' this vibe up
F*ckin' this vibe up
Yeah, top priority they runnin' to me
Yeah, I'm from poverty what's a Grammy to me?
Yeah, money f*ck with me it been good to me
Yeah, bitches travellin' way from Europe to me
(Bitches flyin' all the way from Europe)
Yeah
Anybody came around, I turnt them up
Ain't nobody gave me shit, I earned this stuff
All cap aside who really turnt as us?
Academics niggas think they can't get touched
I don't be on computers much
Ced turned me on to YouTube
I keep tryna tell 'em I'm different from what they use to
We can't go to war f*ck this money up is what I tell the bro and them
Everybody wanna be killers now, I ain't gon' even go there
I know real steppers with body counts, don't nobody know them
I won four M's off of baccarat and didn't even buy none'
Invest a lil' somethin' into MoonPay just to try somethin'
Mama get her hair done when she want she got her own salon
Tryna find a nanny that Jason like so I can keep him with me
Real gambler, plenty times I f*cked it up and got it right the same night
You ever heard a little joe can change ya life
I'm talkin' shootin' dice I know that went over they head
And without me more than half of these rappers wouldn't have no legs
What I mean is I'm really the reason niggas think they big as me, damn
They couldn't see the old me I done revamped
Blue check, I'm verified, that's if socials stop today
God knows in any circumstance that I'ma find a way
You supposed to have 57-11, but you didn't have time to wait
I'm talkin' 'bout Patek, this bitch just turned my savage up
Yeah, I play for the big load
Switchin' up my pimpin', I been tryin' to knock a rich ho
We done did some shit you can't forget, now you are my real bro
I told them to let it go, they still shot them
I made my first money in the trenches and I still got it
Every now and then I go an count it, can't forget where I come from
Hope the people at my label know I'm not dumb
Get whatever I want, whenever I want it, then go number one (yeah)
Yeah, top priority they runnin' to me
Yeah, I'm from poverty what's a Grammy to me?
Yeah, money f*ck with me it been good to me
Yeah, bitches travellin' way from Europe to me
Listen to me, talk to me, I don't want you naggin' though
I didn't want it now you got it, that ain't nothin' to brag about
You been out here playin' for the minimum, watch me max 'em out
I went from the projects to Zürich, shoebox to Swiss accounts
Million dollar meetings, collared shirt I left my cup in the car
I'ma bring the ghetto to the light, can't leave them stuck in the dark
I just told the lawyers, keep on fightin', bro can't be stuck in no box
We be postin' pictures while we there, we don't give a f*ck 'bout no opps (yeah)
How she not gonna tell her friend she really f*ckin' a star?
She too cute to ride a Uber so I bought her a car
They been tryin' to catch up with me, I'm just already far
Don't gotta ride no nigga's wave, bro, I'm already gnarly
I'm already gnarly
Don't gotta ride no nigga's wave, bro, I'm already gnarly
I'm already gnarly
This shit lit, I'm in my bag, nobody f*ckin' this vibe up
F*ckin' this vibe up
This shit lit, I'm in my bag, nobody f*ckin' this vibe up
F*ckin' this vibe up
Yeah, top priority they runnin' to me
Yeah, I'm from poverty what's a Grammy to me?
Yeah, money f*ck with me it been good to me
Yeah, bitches travellin' way from Europe to me
Writer: Dominique Jones, Hampton Sallee III, Jacob Sclaver
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Danger
Chrome Heart jeans look kinda dumb with the Amiris
Some would call it crazy, half a ticket on some earrings
At it for a decade, had a plug when I was sixteen
PTSD, I ain't sleep so I don't got dreams
Two things ain't runnin' out, this money and this lean
Two things I care about, my family and my team
We was supposed to keep it on the low, but why you scream
Ballin' like the playoffs, I was tryna get a ring
Penthouse in Miami, pretty vibes wildin' out like they work for Nick Cannon
Tell that bitch to have a seat, I know that she can't stand it
Tell them boys it's f*ck 'em all, ain't got no understandin'
Legend in my neighborhood for real, free Shannon
Keepin' my composure, I'm on chill, I can't panic
They say I wouldn't make it past two years, but I managed to
You supposed to go with how you feel, I'm not mad at you
G-Wagon matte-blue
She get my rocks off, I buy her Goyard
F*ck all the time and still act like I don't know her
I heard that pressure bursts pipes, I come so hard
Why y'all on my dick? You know that's your ho job
Ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Everybody they own boss, we all gettin' this money
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm one of the owners
I could've exposed you, brodie, but I ain't gon' talk about it
I was in the trap too, I f*cked up my sack too
Most of that shit cap, can't go for that, you say it's facts, prove it
Plug had us on and stashed up, but now we back movin'
They thought they was winnin' 'til I entered now they back losin'
Brodie in prison on an iPhone gettin' tattoed
I don't know who told you to come for me, that's a bad move
I ain't in no space for no company, I'm in a bad mood
Only thing I gotta abide by is the cash rules
If you think I ain't runnin' this money up, you a damn fool
Tryna count my pockets, my networth ain't on no damn Google
Fifty million dollars in a year, if I'm lyin', shoot me
Five hundred thousand every show, I'm on my grind, stupid
I been f*ckin' her and her best friend, I put 'em in a group text
They done made you mad, get in your bag, that's how you 'posed to do that
Everybody got a hundred guns, they know what not to shoot at
I'ma get this guap until I'm done, bro, I can promise you that
I was on the block when shit was lit for real, where the f*ck was you at?
Never drop no sock then hit a bitch for real, bro, we don't do that
We the ones that's really out here pushin', bro, I thought you knew that
Come through in that what-her-name, everybody look like, "Who that?"
She get my rocks off, I buy her Goyard
F*ck all the time and still act like I don't know her
I heard that pressure bursts pipes, I come so hard
Why y'all on my dick? You know that's your ho job
Ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Everybody they own boss, we all gettin' this money
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm one of the owners
I could've exposed you, brodie, but I ain't gon' talk about it
Some would call it crazy, half a ticket on some earrings
At it for a decade, had a plug when I was sixteen
PTSD, I ain't sleep so I don't got dreams
Two things ain't runnin' out, this money and this lean
Two things I care about, my family and my team
We was supposed to keep it on the low, but why you scream
Ballin' like the playoffs, I was tryna get a ring
Penthouse in Miami, pretty vibes wildin' out like they work for Nick Cannon
Tell that bitch to have a seat, I know that she can't stand it
Tell them boys it's f*ck 'em all, ain't got no understandin'
Legend in my neighborhood for real, free Shannon
Keepin' my composure, I'm on chill, I can't panic
They say I wouldn't make it past two years, but I managed to
You supposed to go with how you feel, I'm not mad at you
G-Wagon matte-blue
She get my rocks off, I buy her Goyard
F*ck all the time and still act like I don't know her
I heard that pressure bursts pipes, I come so hard
Why y'all on my dick? You know that's your ho job
Ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Everybody they own boss, we all gettin' this money
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm one of the owners
I could've exposed you, brodie, but I ain't gon' talk about it
I was in the trap too, I f*cked up my sack too
Most of that shit cap, can't go for that, you say it's facts, prove it
Plug had us on and stashed up, but now we back movin'
They thought they was winnin' 'til I entered now they back losin'
Brodie in prison on an iPhone gettin' tattoed
I don't know who told you to come for me, that's a bad move
I ain't in no space for no company, I'm in a bad mood
Only thing I gotta abide by is the cash rules
If you think I ain't runnin' this money up, you a damn fool
Tryna count my pockets, my networth ain't on no damn Google
Fifty million dollars in a year, if I'm lyin', shoot me
Five hundred thousand every show, I'm on my grind, stupid
I been f*ckin' her and her best friend, I put 'em in a group text
They done made you mad, get in your bag, that's how you 'posed to do that
Everybody got a hundred guns, they know what not to shoot at
I'ma get this guap until I'm done, bro, I can promise you that
I was on the block when shit was lit for real, where the f*ck was you at?
Never drop no sock then hit a bitch for real, bro, we don't do that
We the ones that's really out here pushin', bro, I thought you knew that
Come through in that what-her-name, everybody look like, "Who that?"
She get my rocks off, I buy her Goyard
F*ck all the time and still act like I don't know her
I heard that pressure bursts pipes, I come so hard
Why y'all on my dick? You know that's your ho job
Ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Everybody they own boss, we all gettin' this money
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm one of the owners
I could've exposed you, brodie, but I ain't gon' talk about it
Writer: Anton Gololobov, Dominique Jones, Ryan Hartlove, William Boyette
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Stop Playin
You got it, I want it, uh-huh
Know you need some love, attention
I'm 'bout it, let's get it, let's go
Know your heart is not for breakin'
I'll be, I'll be, I'll be it
Won't you gon' be my lil' baby
Stop playin', stop playin', stop playin', yeah, yeah
This shit get deeper, it's only the surface, you get what you lookin' for
If I leave, would you keep it, just keep it a secret? But I gotta keep it goin'
Know the time I'm on demon, like f*ck Halloween, turn this bitch to a horror story
Throw away the receipt, I ain't never gon' need it, I'm never returnin' nothin'
Kinda big for Miami, let's hit the Maldives, we can wake up in Bora Bora
When you see me, you speak, I got hittas with me but they know how to keep it cordial
If it's me, then it's me but I feel like it's you, let me know how you wanna do it
I be goin' hard when I feel it, when I involve my dealings, this is how we gon' live
Foreign automobiles, six carats each ear, hide your pain, gettin' dripped
Give a damn how they feel, this is my life, I gotta live it
I'm the one and I'll admit it, Spendin' racks in every city
Dover Street, all way to Lenox, I provide 'em with drip
Walk right by 'em, I'm stiff
I'ma hit it 'til you got to sleep, you can put it all on me
Got a lil' time, you wanna talk, you can just call on me
Ain't no days off for me, ain't no fallin' off for me
If I'm too much then my bad
If you ain't really on that then don't play like that
It's hard to leave, I done ran off for weeks
Say you gon' fall for me then fall for me like autumn leaves
Tryna lay off of me, you all for me, I'm like, "Shawty, please"
Then I'm like, "Shawty, please"
Never mind, shawty, please
You got it, I want it, uh-huh
Know you need some love, attention
I'm 'bout it, let's get it, let's go
Know your heart is not for breakin'
I'll be, I'll be, I'll be it
Won't you gon' be my lil' baby
Stop playin' (stop playin')
Stop playin', stop playin', yeah
Know you need some love, attention
I'm 'bout it, let's get it, let's go
Know your heart is not for breakin'
I'll be, I'll be, I'll be it
Won't you gon' be my lil' baby
Stop playin', stop playin', stop playin', yeah, yeah
This shit get deeper, it's only the surface, you get what you lookin' for
If I leave, would you keep it, just keep it a secret? But I gotta keep it goin'
Know the time I'm on demon, like f*ck Halloween, turn this bitch to a horror story
Throw away the receipt, I ain't never gon' need it, I'm never returnin' nothin'
Kinda big for Miami, let's hit the Maldives, we can wake up in Bora Bora
When you see me, you speak, I got hittas with me but they know how to keep it cordial
If it's me, then it's me but I feel like it's you, let me know how you wanna do it
I be goin' hard when I feel it, when I involve my dealings, this is how we gon' live
Foreign automobiles, six carats each ear, hide your pain, gettin' dripped
Give a damn how they feel, this is my life, I gotta live it
I'm the one and I'll admit it, Spendin' racks in every city
Dover Street, all way to Lenox, I provide 'em with drip
Walk right by 'em, I'm stiff
I'ma hit it 'til you got to sleep, you can put it all on me
Got a lil' time, you wanna talk, you can just call on me
Ain't no days off for me, ain't no fallin' off for me
If I'm too much then my bad
If you ain't really on that then don't play like that
It's hard to leave, I done ran off for weeks
Say you gon' fall for me then fall for me like autumn leaves
Tryna lay off of me, you all for me, I'm like, "Shawty, please"
Then I'm like, "Shawty, please"
Never mind, shawty, please
You got it, I want it, uh-huh
Know you need some love, attention
I'm 'bout it, let's get it, let's go
Know your heart is not for breakin'
I'll be, I'll be, I'll be it
Won't you gon' be my lil' baby
Stop playin' (stop playin')
Stop playin', stop playin', yeah
Writer: Catharina Stoltenberg, Dominique Jones, Henriette Motzfeldt, Isaac De Boni, Jeremy Phillip Felton, Michael Mule, Shane Lindstrom
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
FR
Yeah, they can't keep up with my ocean, this another wave
Got her blocked, she got to watch me from her other page
I can't stop for nothin', I'll figure out another way
The impossible, I did that shit the other day
Doin' whatever it takes to get then win, I don't like losin'
I'm the one that say what I'm gon' do, and then, I do it
I don't feel bad at all, you had your chance, you went and blew it
If I ever bring it up at Saks, I'm ready to prove it
Cuban links gettin' tangled up, pretty girls have fun with us
She act out, I write her up, put her on suspension
She told all her friends about it, now I'm poppin' in they group chat
I hope all us win, I never been no hater, I don't do that (yeah)
Tennis chain gettin' tangled up, they know that they can't hang with us
Multiplyin', addin' up, put it in they face
Ain't no stoppin', I been goin' hard, gotta get it while it's great
Ain't no problem we can't overcome, I'll just charge it to the game
I been out here poppin' it, for real
Yeah, she be lowkey stalkin' me, for real, for real
Uh, we live like the mafia, for real, for real
You just a imposter, you ain't real, for real
I'm not nothin' like them, that's for real, for real
I shot up like lightnin', that's for real, for real
I earned all my stripes out here, for real, for real
Yeah, dedicate my life to this shit, for real, for real
She know I'm the one just ask her, ain't no cappin'
Send me pics before they hit the 'Gram, I give her captions
Shout out to you if you out here tryna run yo' bag up
I'm switchin' my swag up, I'm turnin' up the volume
I been in the cut, I think it's time to drop a album
I'm gon' do whatever I want no matter the outcome
Never let 'em X me out, I'm militant like Malcolm
They was actin' like I need 'em, did this shit without them
I can really take it there, but, that shit ain't even 'bout nothin'
Savin' more then I'm spendin', I'll be ready if a drought come
All of us got fire inside the spot, we keep the house warm
Ever been there for me, ain't no question, I'll look out for you
Cuban links gettin' tangled up, pretty girls have fun with us
She act out, I write her up, put her on suspension
She told all her friends about it, now I'm poppin' in they group chat
I hope all us win, I never been no hater, I don't do that (yeah)
Tennis chain gettin' tangled up, they know that they can't hang with us
Multiplyin', addin' up, put it in they face
Ain't no stoppin', I been goin' hard, gotta get it while it's great
Ain't no problem we can't overcome, I'll just charge it to the game
I been out here poppin' it, for real
Yeah, she be lowkey stalkin' me, for real, for real
Uh, we live like the mafia, for real, for real
You just a imposter, you ain't real, for real
I'm not nothin' like them, that's for real, for real
I shot up like lightnin', that's for real, for real
I earned all my stripes out here, for real, for real
Yeah, dedicate my life to this shit, for real, for real
Got her blocked, she got to watch me from her other page
I can't stop for nothin', I'll figure out another way
The impossible, I did that shit the other day
Doin' whatever it takes to get then win, I don't like losin'
I'm the one that say what I'm gon' do, and then, I do it
I don't feel bad at all, you had your chance, you went and blew it
If I ever bring it up at Saks, I'm ready to prove it
Cuban links gettin' tangled up, pretty girls have fun with us
She act out, I write her up, put her on suspension
She told all her friends about it, now I'm poppin' in they group chat
I hope all us win, I never been no hater, I don't do that (yeah)
Tennis chain gettin' tangled up, they know that they can't hang with us
Multiplyin', addin' up, put it in they face
Ain't no stoppin', I been goin' hard, gotta get it while it's great
Ain't no problem we can't overcome, I'll just charge it to the game
I been out here poppin' it, for real
Yeah, she be lowkey stalkin' me, for real, for real
Uh, we live like the mafia, for real, for real
You just a imposter, you ain't real, for real
I'm not nothin' like them, that's for real, for real
I shot up like lightnin', that's for real, for real
I earned all my stripes out here, for real, for real
Yeah, dedicate my life to this shit, for real, for real
She know I'm the one just ask her, ain't no cappin'
Send me pics before they hit the 'Gram, I give her captions
Shout out to you if you out here tryna run yo' bag up
I'm switchin' my swag up, I'm turnin' up the volume
I been in the cut, I think it's time to drop a album
I'm gon' do whatever I want no matter the outcome
Never let 'em X me out, I'm militant like Malcolm
They was actin' like I need 'em, did this shit without them
I can really take it there, but, that shit ain't even 'bout nothin'
Savin' more then I'm spendin', I'll be ready if a drought come
All of us got fire inside the spot, we keep the house warm
Ever been there for me, ain't no question, I'll look out for you
Cuban links gettin' tangled up, pretty girls have fun with us
She act out, I write her up, put her on suspension
She told all her friends about it, now I'm poppin' in they group chat
I hope all us win, I never been no hater, I don't do that (yeah)
Tennis chain gettin' tangled up, they know that they can't hang with us
Multiplyin', addin' up, put it in they face
Ain't no stoppin', I been goin' hard, gotta get it while it's great
Ain't no problem we can't overcome, I'll just charge it to the game
I been out here poppin' it, for real
Yeah, she be lowkey stalkin' me, for real, for real
Uh, we live like the mafia, for real, for real
You just a imposter, you ain't real, for real
I'm not nothin' like them, that's for real, for real
I shot up like lightnin', that's for real, for real
I earned all my stripes out here, for real, for real
Yeah, dedicate my life to this shit, for real, for real
Writer: Dominique Jones, Ethan Hayes, Josh Coleman, Kai Hasegawa
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Back and Forth
It's like sixty girls, just me and gang, and no one got they phone
Get into it, if she out with us, then she won't make it home
I'm a tourist, f*ck me good tonight, tomorrow, I'll be gone
No insurance, we can't stop the car I'm ridin', right or wrong
This shit serious, bro just beat his couple charges, he comin' home
Don't play period, I'll f*ck a city girl and send her home
All my jewelry hittin', G.I.A. certified on every stone
At this point, ain't even gotta put it on, they know what's up with me
I made everybody shine together, you know I f*ck with Gee
Sell a thousand pounds of strong, for real, and that was in a week
I've been focused, but I'm steady climbin', I'm nowhere near my peak
You emotional, won't go to war, you know that she a freak
Like to pop it, if I put it on, you know that it ain't cheap
Knock her down and then I break her off, I know that shit ain't free
Nah, for real, I never paid to hit, I'll pay a bitch to leave
Switches hot, so we done stepped it up, the Glock 17s
I ain't backin' down from nothin' that can talk or can bleed
Bruh, I'm somewhere at the World Cup, I'm not in your league
You was playin' the game when I was on the block, chasin' my dreams
I was pullin' up with testers tucked to pass out to the fiends
I spent five-somethin' on a Rolls truck and I'm fresh from out the streets
Drop the price, smoke smack and ice, my trap a trampoline
Said I'm trippin', I'm still into spinnin', speedin' off from the scene
Baby heard of me for bustin' yeeks before he heard me speak (yeah, before he heard my raps)
Drop a V, like flocks of geese, on an island or a beast
Break my dawg down to grease, you want it raw or want it cheap?
You a Shiner, you with me, you see 'em diamonds on our teeth
F*ck would I be scared for? I'm sprayin' somethin' that weigh enough
To decapitate a werewolf, a load, you know I'm payin' her
F*ck her like I care or somethin', I eat her, I don't smell nothin'
Baby send me hoes, I send him hoes, so we be sharin' 'em
Richest nigga out my area, I came and carried us
Gangster, I'm the type to spank him, help pay for the burial
4PF and EST, me and Baby, James and B
Niggas better stay in they league
I'm one of the realest niggas to ever breathe
It's like sixty girls, just me and gang, and no one got they phone
Get into it, if she out with us, then she won't make it home
I'm a tourist, f*ck me good tonight, tomorrow, I'll be gone
Get into it, if she out with us, then she won't make it home
I'm a tourist, f*ck me good tonight, tomorrow, I'll be gone
No insurance, we can't stop the car I'm ridin', right or wrong
This shit serious, bro just beat his couple charges, he comin' home
Don't play period, I'll f*ck a city girl and send her home
All my jewelry hittin', G.I.A. certified on every stone
At this point, ain't even gotta put it on, they know what's up with me
I made everybody shine together, you know I f*ck with Gee
Sell a thousand pounds of strong, for real, and that was in a week
I've been focused, but I'm steady climbin', I'm nowhere near my peak
You emotional, won't go to war, you know that she a freak
Like to pop it, if I put it on, you know that it ain't cheap
Knock her down and then I break her off, I know that shit ain't free
Nah, for real, I never paid to hit, I'll pay a bitch to leave
Switches hot, so we done stepped it up, the Glock 17s
I ain't backin' down from nothin' that can talk or can bleed
Bruh, I'm somewhere at the World Cup, I'm not in your league
You was playin' the game when I was on the block, chasin' my dreams
I was pullin' up with testers tucked to pass out to the fiends
I spent five-somethin' on a Rolls truck and I'm fresh from out the streets
Drop the price, smoke smack and ice, my trap a trampoline
Said I'm trippin', I'm still into spinnin', speedin' off from the scene
Baby heard of me for bustin' yeeks before he heard me speak (yeah, before he heard my raps)
Drop a V, like flocks of geese, on an island or a beast
Break my dawg down to grease, you want it raw or want it cheap?
You a Shiner, you with me, you see 'em diamonds on our teeth
F*ck would I be scared for? I'm sprayin' somethin' that weigh enough
To decapitate a werewolf, a load, you know I'm payin' her
F*ck her like I care or somethin', I eat her, I don't smell nothin'
Baby send me hoes, I send him hoes, so we be sharin' 'em
Richest nigga out my area, I came and carried us
Gangster, I'm the type to spank him, help pay for the burial
4PF and EST, me and Baby, James and B
Niggas better stay in they league
I'm one of the realest niggas to ever breathe
It's like sixty girls, just me and gang, and no one got they phone
Get into it, if she out with us, then she won't make it home
I'm a tourist, f*ck me good tonight, tomorrow, I'll be gone
Writer: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Dominique Jones, George Albert Stone II
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Shiest Talk
Used to dream of drivin' foreigns had to grab one
Of all my mama's children, I'm the bad one, I admit that
God gon' have to call and tell me to give yo' shit back
I was thuggin' way before Tony put Trevor on a shit bag
Lil' Juan got killed, it hit me been my nigga since elementary
Justin tried to make me go half on buddy lawyer, I wasn't wit' it
All these niggas do is brag but go out bad, I just don't get it
They be poppin' on the 'Gram, but they can't pop out in my city
Every charged I had dismissed, swallow my kids, you don't get no kiss
I'on't play games but a nigga send blitz
Everything change when a nigga get rich
Glock with a switch, how a nigga gon' miss?
Made you that, now a nigga tryna diss
Some of this shit, I'm just never gon' get
I'on't f*ck around, I can still get bricks
Foes to the grave, I ain't never gon' switch
Where the f*ck I'm gon' go?
She got everything, Young Coco
I just gave my hood some more hope
We just sold another truckload
Bought her everything in Soho
She can't keep me on the low low
You know I'm a big deal, you know I got big drip (ayy, yuh, yup)
Two F&Ns sittin' up in my lap, can't even control the wheel
I gotta stary actin' more like a rapper and stop tryna kill
Some niggas wit' me caught a body, kept it solid wit' me still
Play wit' us, I bet you call it off
They know Big Shiest take beef for real
In my mode I get to flashin', get to crashin', I ain't tryna chill
Yo bitch gon' drop her panties, diamonds dancin', I'm just standin' still
I used to go zip shit up for a ten, now it's gon' cost a mil'
Niggas don't never wanna put in work pick up my chop, know I'll do it
If you spot Shiesty with Baby, we slidin' round wit' four carbons full (yup)
But them niggas just tired of gettin' bullied, we is not into it (yup)
When I see all them viewers watchin', wait 'til I put you up in a 'Wood
9/11, we got eyes on 'em, bitch it's overstood
I pull up shootin' up in yo' projects, say I can't go to my hood
Blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd
Ayy, yuh
Used to dream of drivin' foreigns had to grab one
Of all my mama's children, I'm the bad one, I admit that
God gon' have to call and tell me to give yo' shit back
I was thuggin' way before Tony put Trevor on a shit bag
Of all my mama's children, I'm the bad one, I admit that
God gon' have to call and tell me to give yo' shit back
I was thuggin' way before Tony put Trevor on a shit bag
Lil' Juan got killed, it hit me been my nigga since elementary
Justin tried to make me go half on buddy lawyer, I wasn't wit' it
All these niggas do is brag but go out bad, I just don't get it
They be poppin' on the 'Gram, but they can't pop out in my city
Every charged I had dismissed, swallow my kids, you don't get no kiss
I'on't play games but a nigga send blitz
Everything change when a nigga get rich
Glock with a switch, how a nigga gon' miss?
Made you that, now a nigga tryna diss
Some of this shit, I'm just never gon' get
I'on't f*ck around, I can still get bricks
Foes to the grave, I ain't never gon' switch
Where the f*ck I'm gon' go?
She got everything, Young Coco
I just gave my hood some more hope
We just sold another truckload
Bought her everything in Soho
She can't keep me on the low low
You know I'm a big deal, you know I got big drip (ayy, yuh, yup)
Two F&Ns sittin' up in my lap, can't even control the wheel
I gotta stary actin' more like a rapper and stop tryna kill
Some niggas wit' me caught a body, kept it solid wit' me still
Play wit' us, I bet you call it off
They know Big Shiest take beef for real
In my mode I get to flashin', get to crashin', I ain't tryna chill
Yo bitch gon' drop her panties, diamonds dancin', I'm just standin' still
I used to go zip shit up for a ten, now it's gon' cost a mil'
Niggas don't never wanna put in work pick up my chop, know I'll do it
If you spot Shiesty with Baby, we slidin' round wit' four carbons full (yup)
But them niggas just tired of gettin' bullied, we is not into it (yup)
When I see all them viewers watchin', wait 'til I put you up in a 'Wood
9/11, we got eyes on 'em, bitch it's overstood
I pull up shootin' up in yo' projects, say I can't go to my hood
Blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd
Ayy, yuh
Used to dream of drivin' foreigns had to grab one
Of all my mama's children, I'm the bad one, I admit that
God gon' have to call and tell me to give yo' shit back
I was thuggin' way before Tony put Trevor on a shit bag
Writer: Dominique Jones, Julian Mason, Kelton Scott II, Lontrell D. Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
No Fly Zone
Wonderin' why I do so much, I love hard
Tryna make sure my whole family stay above water
If you fall, I fall, I'm not the type of guy that say I did my part
Lookin' back on everything I did, I'm like, "I'm blessed beyond"
I gotta get riches for my kids, I'm on my second son
I done did the bid when ninety percent of niggas ain't comin' home
Until all my hitters get out the system, they goin' in every song
I done ran up digits, real million off a camera phone
Now I run the charts, I'm goin' hard damn near on every song
Try my best to help my people out, they try to do me wrong
I don't hold grudges, I get money
I won't budge and I won't comment
Seen the way you played it, that shit raw, it made my stomach burn
Grandma told me long as I keep livin', then one day I'll learn
I got in that mode, couldn't wait no longer, I had to take a turn
My grandad call me preacher man, my verses hit people like sermons
I was in the streets, but every week I went to Sunday Service
Pay my tithes and pray God watch my back and then I'm back to servin'
I'ma need for you to be near as possible, if nobody's perfect
And I'ma do whatever I can do to help you, if you worth it
But freaks don't get flooded and hoes don't get purses
You get whatever if I get your mercy
I'll give you drip, long as you don't get thirsty
I'll give you cars, one account, we can merge 'em
Give you a line just to call when it's urgent
Shit wet, go so deep, it feel like we surfin'
Find your location, I don't need your service
I stay on my job, I got this far from workin'
Too fresh to search me and she up ten Birkins
Shit could be worse
Don't do all that, dog, I had that shit first
Atlanta my playground and the whole world is my turf
Feelin' like I was cursed
Came home and I ran it up, now they don't know what I'm worth
I been gettin' so high
I can't even lie like I don't know why
If we catch 'em, we gon' flip 'em, this a no fly zone
Had to play the cross 'cause I had Chrome Hearts on (yeah, yeah)
Scared to give it all to 'em, so I guess that I'm teasin'
I don't sweat, I'm goin' hard for it, no one said it was easy
On a private jet in Wyoming, I was chillin' with Yeezy
In a stolen car in ninth grade, we had lost Lil' Breezy
I ain't got no credit still, long as I'm gettin' money, I probably never will
Ain't no sense in puttin' myself in debt when I keep gettin' these checks
I had to realize that I'm the catch, I can't be havin' sex with anyone
Sometime I get side tracked and it's easy when so many come
They never have nothin' to give but always screamin', "Give me some"
I'm tryna be rich for real, do whatever to get it up
I done lost it all before, I had to make 'em give it up
Glad I got to switch it up, my business up
I just hit my shorty on a text like, "Want a Bentley truck?"
And it wasn't even no occasion
Tellin' lies about me on the internet, that shit be crazy
You forget that you didn't get the Range 'cause you was actin' lazy
But you ain't tell 'em that
All the blogs be actin' shady, I ain't feelin' that
Never not gon' take care of my kids and never be a rat
You know what's the motto, you don't like it, you can bring it back
We was in the trenches, gettin' a lot of racks, no cap
Shit could be worse
Don't do all that, dog, I had that shit first
Atlanta my playground and the whole world is my turf
Feelin' like I was cursed
Came home and I ran it up, now they don't know what I'm worth
I been gettin' so high
I can't even lie like I don't know why
If we catch 'em, we gon' flip 'em, this a no fly zone
Had to play the cross 'cause I had Chrome Hearts on
Shit could be worse
Don't do all that, dog, I had that shit first
Atlanta my playground and the whole world is my turf
Feelin' like I was cursed
Came home and I ran it up, now they don't know what I'm worth
I been gettin' so high
I can't even lie like I don't know why
If we catch 'em, we gon' flip 'em, this a no fly zone
Had to play the cross 'cause I had Chrome Hearts on (yeah, yeah)
Tryna make sure my whole family stay above water
If you fall, I fall, I'm not the type of guy that say I did my part
Lookin' back on everything I did, I'm like, "I'm blessed beyond"
I gotta get riches for my kids, I'm on my second son
I done did the bid when ninety percent of niggas ain't comin' home
Until all my hitters get out the system, they goin' in every song
I done ran up digits, real million off a camera phone
Now I run the charts, I'm goin' hard damn near on every song
Try my best to help my people out, they try to do me wrong
I don't hold grudges, I get money
I won't budge and I won't comment
Seen the way you played it, that shit raw, it made my stomach burn
Grandma told me long as I keep livin', then one day I'll learn
I got in that mode, couldn't wait no longer, I had to take a turn
My grandad call me preacher man, my verses hit people like sermons
I was in the streets, but every week I went to Sunday Service
Pay my tithes and pray God watch my back and then I'm back to servin'
I'ma need for you to be near as possible, if nobody's perfect
And I'ma do whatever I can do to help you, if you worth it
But freaks don't get flooded and hoes don't get purses
You get whatever if I get your mercy
I'll give you drip, long as you don't get thirsty
I'll give you cars, one account, we can merge 'em
Give you a line just to call when it's urgent
Shit wet, go so deep, it feel like we surfin'
Find your location, I don't need your service
I stay on my job, I got this far from workin'
Too fresh to search me and she up ten Birkins
Shit could be worse
Don't do all that, dog, I had that shit first
Atlanta my playground and the whole world is my turf
Feelin' like I was cursed
Came home and I ran it up, now they don't know what I'm worth
I been gettin' so high
I can't even lie like I don't know why
If we catch 'em, we gon' flip 'em, this a no fly zone
Had to play the cross 'cause I had Chrome Hearts on (yeah, yeah)
Scared to give it all to 'em, so I guess that I'm teasin'
I don't sweat, I'm goin' hard for it, no one said it was easy
On a private jet in Wyoming, I was chillin' with Yeezy
In a stolen car in ninth grade, we had lost Lil' Breezy
I ain't got no credit still, long as I'm gettin' money, I probably never will
Ain't no sense in puttin' myself in debt when I keep gettin' these checks
I had to realize that I'm the catch, I can't be havin' sex with anyone
Sometime I get side tracked and it's easy when so many come
They never have nothin' to give but always screamin', "Give me some"
I'm tryna be rich for real, do whatever to get it up
I done lost it all before, I had to make 'em give it up
Glad I got to switch it up, my business up
I just hit my shorty on a text like, "Want a Bentley truck?"
And it wasn't even no occasion
Tellin' lies about me on the internet, that shit be crazy
You forget that you didn't get the Range 'cause you was actin' lazy
But you ain't tell 'em that
All the blogs be actin' shady, I ain't feelin' that
Never not gon' take care of my kids and never be a rat
You know what's the motto, you don't like it, you can bring it back
We was in the trenches, gettin' a lot of racks, no cap
Shit could be worse
Don't do all that, dog, I had that shit first
Atlanta my playground and the whole world is my turf
Feelin' like I was cursed
Came home and I ran it up, now they don't know what I'm worth
I been gettin' so high
I can't even lie like I don't know why
If we catch 'em, we gon' flip 'em, this a no fly zone
Had to play the cross 'cause I had Chrome Hearts on
Shit could be worse
Don't do all that, dog, I had that shit first
Atlanta my playground and the whole world is my turf
Feelin' like I was cursed
Came home and I ran it up, now they don't know what I'm worth
I been gettin' so high
I can't even lie like I don't know why
If we catch 'em, we gon' flip 'em, this a no fly zone
Had to play the cross 'cause I had Chrome Hearts on (yeah, yeah)
Writer: Chidi Osondu, Dominique Jones, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Russian Roulette
Know my grandma happy, finally got my shit together
Told bro we'll take the town if we just stick together
Every time bro catch a bid, we do that shit together
I know he got two phones, but I still sent a letter
'Cause I know how that feel
Don't compare me to no other rapper, I feel like my shit real
Frontin' bows and f*ckin' niggas hoes before I got a deal
It's love for sure, but you done broke the code, I don't know how to feel
And I ain't told nobody no for real since I got a mil', I'm tied in
Another bloody summer in Atlanta, done lost five friends
Mama told me that water was cold, I still had dived in
Never let a nigga take me out, it's beef, we dine in
Dog done lost his mind, I pray to God to help him find it
I was in a dark spot but I came back and I broke the knot
Remixin' my country boy for a profit, now a nigga run the charge
I don't need your comment, nah
This the shit that I live for, at least five niggas that'll kill for me
Hundred racks for my kid lawyer
It ain't my fault she don't got morals
I got rich, that's my life story
I left the streets in a paddy wagon, I came back and got right to it
Never question my loyalty, if it's that deep, then don't do it
Seem to go my hardest when I'm goin' through it
Through with that, said I'm done but then I doubled back
Are you dumb? You the one, and I'm because of that
Firearm always on me, I be clutchin' that
Know I'm wrong, how the f*ck we playin' Russian roulette
All my life, I had to fight, I feel like Mike
Shootouts every other week, we had that
Bitches every other night, I'm past that
I'ma always play my part, give a f*ck 'bout no awards and shit
I still ain't drop my hardest shit
I'm tryna get on some artist shit, my mind still in the 'partments
My accountant say I need to slow it down with these Dior garments
Close my eyes and think about where I come from when I'm performin'
I'm on top of every dime, I check my balance every mornin'
I'm relaxin' with a bad one, they be askin', can they join us
And my left wrist on Crip, nigga, these bracelets sixty pointers
In the Maybachs back to back on the Southside, it was me and Wunna
I'm puttin' on for my people them
Say the wrong words, we deletin' him
No doubt about it, they believe in him
Won't let 'em down, I promise
I really cried when Marlo died, I felt it all in my stomach
On the same shit that I been on, I ain't never switchin' my formula
I remember they made fun of me, can't beef with nobody under me
These lil' niggas should honor me, I'm way up on 'em honestly
Four building's in the last month, I'm boostin' up my economy
Four million, that was this week, which one of y'all wanna come for me? Yeah
Through with that, said I'm done but then I doubled back
Are you dumb? You the one, and I'm because of that
Firearm always on me, I be clutchin' that
Know I'm wrong, how the f*ck we playin' Russian roulette
All my life, I had to fight, I feel like Mike
Shootouts every other week, we had that
Bitches every other night, I'm past that
I'ma always play my part, give a f*ck 'bout no awards and shit
Told bro we'll take the town if we just stick together
Every time bro catch a bid, we do that shit together
I know he got two phones, but I still sent a letter
'Cause I know how that feel
Don't compare me to no other rapper, I feel like my shit real
Frontin' bows and f*ckin' niggas hoes before I got a deal
It's love for sure, but you done broke the code, I don't know how to feel
And I ain't told nobody no for real since I got a mil', I'm tied in
Another bloody summer in Atlanta, done lost five friends
Mama told me that water was cold, I still had dived in
Never let a nigga take me out, it's beef, we dine in
Dog done lost his mind, I pray to God to help him find it
I was in a dark spot but I came back and I broke the knot
Remixin' my country boy for a profit, now a nigga run the charge
I don't need your comment, nah
This the shit that I live for, at least five niggas that'll kill for me
Hundred racks for my kid lawyer
It ain't my fault she don't got morals
I got rich, that's my life story
I left the streets in a paddy wagon, I came back and got right to it
Never question my loyalty, if it's that deep, then don't do it
Seem to go my hardest when I'm goin' through it
Through with that, said I'm done but then I doubled back
Are you dumb? You the one, and I'm because of that
Firearm always on me, I be clutchin' that
Know I'm wrong, how the f*ck we playin' Russian roulette
All my life, I had to fight, I feel like Mike
Shootouts every other week, we had that
Bitches every other night, I'm past that
I'ma always play my part, give a f*ck 'bout no awards and shit
I still ain't drop my hardest shit
I'm tryna get on some artist shit, my mind still in the 'partments
My accountant say I need to slow it down with these Dior garments
Close my eyes and think about where I come from when I'm performin'
I'm on top of every dime, I check my balance every mornin'
I'm relaxin' with a bad one, they be askin', can they join us
And my left wrist on Crip, nigga, these bracelets sixty pointers
In the Maybachs back to back on the Southside, it was me and Wunna
I'm puttin' on for my people them
Say the wrong words, we deletin' him
No doubt about it, they believe in him
Won't let 'em down, I promise
I really cried when Marlo died, I felt it all in my stomach
On the same shit that I been on, I ain't never switchin' my formula
I remember they made fun of me, can't beef with nobody under me
These lil' niggas should honor me, I'm way up on 'em honestly
Four building's in the last month, I'm boostin' up my economy
Four million, that was this week, which one of y'all wanna come for me? Yeah
Through with that, said I'm done but then I doubled back
Are you dumb? You the one, and I'm because of that
Firearm always on me, I be clutchin' that
Know I'm wrong, how the f*ck we playin' Russian roulette
All my life, I had to fight, I feel like Mike
Shootouts every other week, we had that
Bitches every other night, I'm past that
I'ma always play my part, give a f*ck 'bout no awards and shit
Writer: Aaron Butler, Dominique Jones, Sajeethan Sakthivel
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
It's Only Me is the third studio album by American rapper Lil Baby. It was released on October 14, 2022 through Quality Control Music, Motown, Wolfpack, and 4 Pockets Full.
The album features guest appearances from Nardo Wick, Young Thug, Fridayy, Future, Rylo Rodriguez, Jeremih, EST Gee, and Pooh Shiesty. It was supported by two singles: "In a Minute" and "Heyy".
Performed By:
Lil BabyThe album features guest appearances from Nardo Wick, Young Thug, Fridayy, Future, Rylo Rodriguez, Jeremih, EST Gee, and Pooh Shiesty. It was supported by two singles: "In a Minute" and "Heyy".
Producer(s): Anthony Palmer, ATL Jacob, Awavy, Ayo Sim, B. March, Bizness Boi, Chi Chi, Chosen 1, Cubeatz, DJ Champ, DY, Ele Beatz, Eza, Figurez Made It, Flex on the Beat, FnZ, Fortune, FranchiseDidIt, Fridayy, G1, Harto, Haze, Hoops, Josh Coleman, Juko, Kaigoinkrazy, King LeeBoy, LilJuMadeDaBeat, Mars, Mattazik Muzik, Murda Beatz, Nicoonthekeys, Saj, Sean Momberger, Sevn Thomas, ShortyyK, Sir Fredo, Tay Keith, Trademark, Wheezy, YC
Length: 65:06
Released: October 14th, 2022
Year: 2022