I got bad habits, but I still got good intentions
This shit they don't know about, 'cause I don't take no credit
Stay on my mission, 'til the day my time is finished
Gave my bros my publishin', I don't care 'bout my percentage
Thank God I ain't got no baby mama between my fetti
If I cum inside, she got a king inside her belly
If you drink, don't take my cup for yours 'cause mine is deadly
I was patiently waitin' for my time, but now I'm ready
Everywhere I go, these hoes be lookin' oh so pretty
Imagine me not gettin' none, I got two in every city (imagine)
If I let my broskis on my bus, better know that they with it
When he catch a case, I pay the lawyer, get it acquitted (let's go)
Gotta get another pint, before this one is finished (ooh)
They think I'm abusin', but I think I know my limit (oh)
There isn't a thing I wouldn't do for my family (do)
Hurt me the most when I found out, they don't wanna see me happy (ooh)
I got bad habits, but I still got good intentions (intentions)
This shit they don't know about, 'cause I don't take no credit
Stay on my mission, 'til the day my time is finished
Gave my bros my publishin', I don't care 'bout my percentage
Thank God I ain't got no baby mama between my fetti (no babymama)
If I cum inside, she got a king inside her belly (it's a king)
If you drink don't take my cup for yours 'cause mine is deadly (ooh)
I was patiently waitin' for my time, but now I'm ready (ready)
Talk to me, nicely, or don't talk to me at all
Even though they want me to, I ain't gon' never fall
Levelin' up constantly, I can do it all
Gotta live in the moment, 'cause I might not see tomorr'
Consistently keep on gettin' these bags, and I'ma share 'em (share ' em)
Tryna take my spot, I told 'em, "Go ahead, I dare you" (dare ya)
Differently, that's just how I think, I don't wanna be near 'em (near 'em)
Brown boy going up this year, I'ma make sure that they fear him (fear)
Pockets are healthy, yeah I filled 'em up with lettuce (ooh)
F*ck with me, try to upgrade, she gon' regret it ('gret it)
Shawty wanna be in fast cars, two-hundred on the dash (skrrt)
Said she wanna me to nut inside her, I pull out and I splash
I got bad habits, but I still got good intentions (intentions)
This shit they don't know about, 'cause I don't take no credit (credit)
Stay on my mission, 'til the day my time is finished (finished)
Gave my bros my publishin', I don't care 'bout my percentage (percentage)
Thank God I ain't got no baby mama between my fetti (my fetti)
If I cum inside, she got a king inside her belly
If you drink don't take my cup for yours 'cause mine is deadly
I was patiently waitin' for my time, but now I'm ready (I'm ready)
Nav - Good Intentions Album Lyrics
Nav - Good Intentions Lyrics
Writer: Andrew Franklin, Navraj Goraya, Sugar-Ray Henry, Wallis Lane
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
No Debate
(Wheezy outta here)
Woke up feeling like a million bucks (bucks)
Took a shower after I'm done getting sucked (sucked, sucked)
Too much drip, I think we gotta fix the sink
Never know with Slime, he might just pull up in a mink
These stones got clarity, they twinkle and they twink (twink, twink)
And they cost a little more than what you think (what you think)
Got an XO piece and it's all glass (all glass)
Got my bitch a condo and a G-class (vroom, vroom)
Any time I drop, I'm burnin' rubber (burnin' rubber)
Bitch, I don't wanna dance, I'm not a clubber (no, I'm not)
I'm ballin' like I got a triple-double (swish, swish, swish)
Diamonds bitin', barkin', need a muzzle (bling, bling)
Name a block, we'll pull up and we'll spray it
You can't keep up with the smoke, there's no debate
I don't got a vibe I can't replace (vibes)
Take the condom off and paint her face
I just mind my business in the Wraith
I just, I just put some gold 'round my wrist like Ace of Spades
I just, I just hit your wifey from the back and I done ate it (no cap)
I can keep up with the mob business, no debating (slatt, whoa)
I can have a nigga slime you out and that's on Satan (no cap)
I seen a baddie, then I caught her, Walter Payton (whoa)
Every single diamond on me wet, you can go skating (whoa)
I know niggas from XO, from Atlanta way to Vegas, yeah (ayy)
Molly and codeine, I got to face it now (hold on)
Take a bitch in the penthouse and turn it to a playground (turn it up)
I got mink all over my boxers, I'm just pacing 'round
And that new Draco came with wood like a cabinet, yeah
I can tell you all about a Xanny, yeah (I can tell you all about a Xanny)
I took codeine, X pills, and them Addys, yeah (yeah)
Old hundreds on me, I'm a granny, yeah (old hundreds on me)
Stella McCartney all over her panties, yeah
Name a block, we'll pull up and we'll spray it
You can't keep up with the smoke, there's no debate
I don't got a vibe I can't replace (vibes)
Take the condom off and paint her face
I just mind my business in the Wraith
I just, I just put some gold 'round my wrist like Ace of Spades
I just, I just hit your wifey from the back and I done ate it (no cap)
I can keep up with the mob business, no debating (slatt, whoa)
Woke up feeling like a million bucks (bucks)
Took a shower after I'm done getting sucked (sucked, sucked)
Too much drip, I think we gotta fix the sink
Never know with Slime, he might just pull up in a mink
These stones got clarity, they twinkle and they twink (twink, twink)
And they cost a little more than what you think (what you think)
Got an XO piece and it's all glass (all glass)
Got my bitch a condo and a G-class (vroom, vroom)
Any time I drop, I'm burnin' rubber (burnin' rubber)
Bitch, I don't wanna dance, I'm not a clubber (no, I'm not)
I'm ballin' like I got a triple-double (swish, swish, swish)
Diamonds bitin', barkin', need a muzzle (bling, bling)
Name a block, we'll pull up and we'll spray it
You can't keep up with the smoke, there's no debate
I don't got a vibe I can't replace (vibes)
Take the condom off and paint her face
I just mind my business in the Wraith
I just, I just put some gold 'round my wrist like Ace of Spades
I just, I just hit your wifey from the back and I done ate it (no cap)
I can keep up with the mob business, no debating (slatt, whoa)
I can have a nigga slime you out and that's on Satan (no cap)
I seen a baddie, then I caught her, Walter Payton (whoa)
Every single diamond on me wet, you can go skating (whoa)
I know niggas from XO, from Atlanta way to Vegas, yeah (ayy)
Molly and codeine, I got to face it now (hold on)
Take a bitch in the penthouse and turn it to a playground (turn it up)
I got mink all over my boxers, I'm just pacing 'round
And that new Draco came with wood like a cabinet, yeah
I can tell you all about a Xanny, yeah (I can tell you all about a Xanny)
I took codeine, X pills, and them Addys, yeah (yeah)
Old hundreds on me, I'm a granny, yeah (old hundreds on me)
Stella McCartney all over her panties, yeah
Name a block, we'll pull up and we'll spray it
You can't keep up with the smoke, there's no debate
I don't got a vibe I can't replace (vibes)
Take the condom off and paint her face
I just mind my business in the Wraith
I just, I just put some gold 'round my wrist like Ace of Spades
I just, I just hit your wifey from the back and I done ate it (no cap)
I can keep up with the mob business, no debating (slatt, whoa)
Writer: Amir Esmailian, Andrew Franklin, Jeffrey Williams, Mohkom Bhangal, Navraj Goraya, Wesley Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
My Business
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (woo)
(Woo)
I'm a boss, I'm minding my business
Open up the box, got bales in the kitchen
Owe me a bag and I'm coming to get it
Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic
You know I'm the man, I'll show you 'round my city
Gas 93, now everything litty
Rooks got the vibes, said he bringin' all the bitches
Shit get sticky, gotta keep my blicky (bling-bloaw)
Extra blue cheese and extra guac'
I'm part of the money-making committee
Heard them hating, they said that I'm dumb
But I ain't going nowhere, who're you kidding?
After my show, I got three hoes and I signed three letters on all they titties (NAV)
Getting these millions, tryna get a billion, I was born one day before Diddy
It's hard to make it out where I came up at (up at)
Invest in myself, made everything back (make back)
I just left Dior and I spent ten racks (ten racks)
Took a hundred thousand out, playin' catch
In the foreign doing burnouts (let's go)
Had to get a burnout phone to sell dope
One year 'til my brother get out (let's go)
Gotta sip syrup 'cause it help me cope (sippin')
I'ma just let the pills do the work, I don't wanna think no more (think no more)
Got a girl holdin' me down, I don't give a f*ck about f*ckin' tings no more
I don't give a f*ck where I made my last check, I know I still want more (want more)
Used to care about what people think about me, I don't give a f*ck no more
I'm a boss, I'm minding my business (my business)
Open up the box, got bales in the kitchen
Owe me a bag and I'm coming to get it
Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic
You know I'm the man, I'll show you 'round my city
Gas 93, now everything litty
Rooks got the vibes, said he bringin' all the bitches
Shit get sticky, gotta keep my blicky (bling-bloaw)
Extra blue cheese and extra guac'
I'm part of the money-making committee
Heard them hating, they said that I'm dumb
But I ain't going nowhere, who're you kidding?
After my show, I got three hoes and I signed three letters on all they titties (NAV)
Getting these millions, tryna get a billion, I was born one day before Diddy
Post in Cha-nay-nay, I treat it like a trap
Spent a Lambo' truck just on bags
I ain't seen a bitch yet turn down cash
Richard Mille icy, splash on splash
Got a lot of shooters and they ready to go crash
Call up the vibes just to come through and spazz
Brr, brr, you know how they work it
Brr, brr, you know, and they twerking
Brr, brr, my cup full of dirty
Brr, brr, the Glock hold a thirty
I don't wanna talk 'cause it might be the feds
Looking at the wrist, yeah, that might be a brick
By the way the chain hit, sold a few bales
Walkin' with a chopper, gotta take small steps
Jimmy Choo shoes, I could walk through Hell
Five thousand apiece, I can walk on air
Look at my sleeves, got ice everywhere
Took a bitch skiing out in Colorado, woo
This bitch doing dust, she off Colorado, woo
I shouldn't've put the freak in the Bentayga, woo
Bought a bitch an AP, came with carats
Two-tone Audemars, rich ass habits
Splurgin' in Hermes, spent a G Wagon
Feed a bitch shrimp 'cause a nigga ain't crabbin'
Boss, and I'm minding my business
Sleepin' in the trap, got bales in the kitchen
Secured my bag and it came with a chicken
Went and catch a flight, I done switched up baguettes
King Pluto, ooh, I run my city
Me and my slimes gon' handle that business
My little brother NAV gon' share your bitch
Shit get bloody, yeah, shit get sticky
Extra cheese, gotta kill all the rats, and the cups, they muddy, yeah
When you havin' spill, havin' paper, these bitches gon' leave her hubby, yeah
After my shows, I'ma take a few hoes, I'ma turn my dressing room to a strip club
When I get a billion, I'ma keep a trillion
Ain't never stopped me from sippin' my 'Tussin
I'm a boss, I'm minding my business (my business)
Open up the box, got bales in the kitchen
Owe me a bag and I'm coming to get it
Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic
You know I'm the man, I'll show you 'round my city
Gas 93, now everything litty
Rooks got the vibes, said he bringin' all the bitches
Shit get sticky, gotta keep my blicky (bling-bloaw)
Extra blue cheese and extra guac'
I'm part of the money-making committee
Heard them hating, they said that I'm dumb
But I ain't going nowhere, who're you kidding?
After my show, I got three hoes and I signed three letters on all they titties (NAV)
Getting these millions, tryna get a billion, I was born one day before Diddy (woo)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (woo)
(Woo)
I'm a boss, I'm minding my business
Open up the box, got bales in the kitchen
Owe me a bag and I'm coming to get it
Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic
You know I'm the man, I'll show you 'round my city
Gas 93, now everything litty
Rooks got the vibes, said he bringin' all the bitches
Shit get sticky, gotta keep my blicky (bling-bloaw)
Extra blue cheese and extra guac'
I'm part of the money-making committee
Heard them hating, they said that I'm dumb
But I ain't going nowhere, who're you kidding?
After my show, I got three hoes and I signed three letters on all they titties (NAV)
Getting these millions, tryna get a billion, I was born one day before Diddy
It's hard to make it out where I came up at (up at)
Invest in myself, made everything back (make back)
I just left Dior and I spent ten racks (ten racks)
Took a hundred thousand out, playin' catch
In the foreign doing burnouts (let's go)
Had to get a burnout phone to sell dope
One year 'til my brother get out (let's go)
Gotta sip syrup 'cause it help me cope (sippin')
I'ma just let the pills do the work, I don't wanna think no more (think no more)
Got a girl holdin' me down, I don't give a f*ck about f*ckin' tings no more
I don't give a f*ck where I made my last check, I know I still want more (want more)
Used to care about what people think about me, I don't give a f*ck no more
I'm a boss, I'm minding my business (my business)
Open up the box, got bales in the kitchen
Owe me a bag and I'm coming to get it
Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic
You know I'm the man, I'll show you 'round my city
Gas 93, now everything litty
Rooks got the vibes, said he bringin' all the bitches
Shit get sticky, gotta keep my blicky (bling-bloaw)
Extra blue cheese and extra guac'
I'm part of the money-making committee
Heard them hating, they said that I'm dumb
But I ain't going nowhere, who're you kidding?
After my show, I got three hoes and I signed three letters on all they titties (NAV)
Getting these millions, tryna get a billion, I was born one day before Diddy
Post in Cha-nay-nay, I treat it like a trap
Spent a Lambo' truck just on bags
I ain't seen a bitch yet turn down cash
Richard Mille icy, splash on splash
Got a lot of shooters and they ready to go crash
Call up the vibes just to come through and spazz
Brr, brr, you know how they work it
Brr, brr, you know, and they twerking
Brr, brr, my cup full of dirty
Brr, brr, the Glock hold a thirty
I don't wanna talk 'cause it might be the feds
Looking at the wrist, yeah, that might be a brick
By the way the chain hit, sold a few bales
Walkin' with a chopper, gotta take small steps
Jimmy Choo shoes, I could walk through Hell
Five thousand apiece, I can walk on air
Look at my sleeves, got ice everywhere
Took a bitch skiing out in Colorado, woo
This bitch doing dust, she off Colorado, woo
I shouldn't've put the freak in the Bentayga, woo
Bought a bitch an AP, came with carats
Two-tone Audemars, rich ass habits
Splurgin' in Hermes, spent a G Wagon
Feed a bitch shrimp 'cause a nigga ain't crabbin'
Boss, and I'm minding my business
Sleepin' in the trap, got bales in the kitchen
Secured my bag and it came with a chicken
Went and catch a flight, I done switched up baguettes
King Pluto, ooh, I run my city
Me and my slimes gon' handle that business
My little brother NAV gon' share your bitch
Shit get bloody, yeah, shit get sticky
Extra cheese, gotta kill all the rats, and the cups, they muddy, yeah
When you havin' spill, havin' paper, these bitches gon' leave her hubby, yeah
After my shows, I'ma take a few hoes, I'ma turn my dressing room to a strip club
When I get a billion, I'ma keep a trillion
Ain't never stopped me from sippin' my 'Tussin
I'm a boss, I'm minding my business (my business)
Open up the box, got bales in the kitchen
Owe me a bag and I'm coming to get it
Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic
You know I'm the man, I'll show you 'round my city
Gas 93, now everything litty
Rooks got the vibes, said he bringin' all the bitches
Shit get sticky, gotta keep my blicky (bling-bloaw)
Extra blue cheese and extra guac'
I'm part of the money-making committee
Heard them hating, they said that I'm dumb
But I ain't going nowhere, who're you kidding?
After my show, I got three hoes and I signed three letters on all they titties (NAV)
Getting these millions, tryna get a billion, I was born one day before Diddy (woo)
Writer: Alex Mullarkey, Amir Esmailian, Andrew Franklin, Joshua Pinter, Navraj Goraya, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Nav Gunna Turks
(feat. Travis Scott)
(Wheezy outta here)
[NAV:]
I'm a late bloomer, third year on the scene
Twenty racks don't feel like nothing to me
Came from the streets, it turned me to a beast
Invisible set diamonds huggin' my piece
Book me for a show I need eighty at least
I want the smoke, ain't no keeping the peace
Keep me a razor when I'm in the East
Open em' up just like a surgery
Everything burnin' around me, I'm lit
Show a little attitude, swapped out a bitch
I spent 250 don't know where it went
My hood on my back, I gotta represent
Toronto you use to see don't got a pull
Warm that boy up, he got shot in the cold
Thirty rounds in the clip let it unload
I f*cked a bitch I picked right out of Vogue
Took twenty bitches on my first vacay
I ain't pickin up, I'm in Turks, lil baby
Every other watch got diamonds in the face
Pullin' out ass and take a taste, lil baby
Pullin' out fifty racks walkin' outta Chase
If I drop dead I'll be hard to replace
Hardly get thirsty, got water like a lake
My brother got locked, another bond I gotta pay
[Gunna:]
Trappin' on the block, I'll never serve a cop
I always kept the Glock, I ain't 'bout to see the grave
Pull up, I make quick stop
I shot one stop, I don't have seven days
Who is that lil nigga as he hoppin' out a Wraith?
Chopper get it choppin' like a blade
You ain't get no money but you poppin' on your page
Trust me, we can never be the same
Know I like to flirt, no skirts in Turks
I'm puttin' in work, I beat her outta frame
She sweet, I move enough perc'
I bought her a Birkin and a birthday cake
Line his ass up, let the barber do the fade
Fed your ho crepes and grapes
Cash told me, "Don't worry there's a billion on the way"
We just split a billy with the gang
[NAV:]
Took twenty bitches on my first vacay
I ain't pickin up, I'm in Turks, lil baby
Every other watch got diamonds in the face
Pullin' out ass and take a taste, lil baby
Pullin' out fifty racks walkin' outta Chase
If I drop dead I'll be hard to replace
Hardly get thirsty, got water like a lake
My brother got locked, another bond I gotta pay
[Travis Scott:]
First time in Turks, got a whole bunch of work
Got to bring two jets and a whole lot of babes
I first took a game changing verse
With the change gonna hurt but it really ain't a game
Shorty like the Turk up in a rage
Really get to trippin' on the stage
Never ever let them see the man unless they pay
Niggas havin' beef off on what they pray
Cactus Jack me up and down on the tour
Make sure the ones you are with on God
Make sure the ones you with is with it
Make sure the ones you with are
She need a quick tank, I'ma text with the G's
More for the body, need more than the grease
Fillin' her nose with some shit I can ski with
Haters say the first time is it hard to believe
[NAV:]
Took twenty bitches on my first vacay
I ain't pickin up, I'm in Turks, lil baby
Every other watch got diamonds in the face
Pullin' out ass and take a taste, lil baby
Pullin' out fifty racks walkin' outta Chase
If I drop dead I'll be hard to replace
Hardly get thirsty, got water like a lake
My brother got locked, another bond I gotta pay
(Wheezy outta here)
[NAV:]
I'm a late bloomer, third year on the scene
Twenty racks don't feel like nothing to me
Came from the streets, it turned me to a beast
Invisible set diamonds huggin' my piece
Book me for a show I need eighty at least
I want the smoke, ain't no keeping the peace
Keep me a razor when I'm in the East
Open em' up just like a surgery
Everything burnin' around me, I'm lit
Show a little attitude, swapped out a bitch
I spent 250 don't know where it went
My hood on my back, I gotta represent
Toronto you use to see don't got a pull
Warm that boy up, he got shot in the cold
Thirty rounds in the clip let it unload
I f*cked a bitch I picked right out of Vogue
Took twenty bitches on my first vacay
I ain't pickin up, I'm in Turks, lil baby
Every other watch got diamonds in the face
Pullin' out ass and take a taste, lil baby
Pullin' out fifty racks walkin' outta Chase
If I drop dead I'll be hard to replace
Hardly get thirsty, got water like a lake
My brother got locked, another bond I gotta pay
[Gunna:]
Trappin' on the block, I'll never serve a cop
I always kept the Glock, I ain't 'bout to see the grave
Pull up, I make quick stop
I shot one stop, I don't have seven days
Who is that lil nigga as he hoppin' out a Wraith?
Chopper get it choppin' like a blade
You ain't get no money but you poppin' on your page
Trust me, we can never be the same
Know I like to flirt, no skirts in Turks
I'm puttin' in work, I beat her outta frame
She sweet, I move enough perc'
I bought her a Birkin and a birthday cake
Line his ass up, let the barber do the fade
Fed your ho crepes and grapes
Cash told me, "Don't worry there's a billion on the way"
We just split a billy with the gang
[NAV:]
Took twenty bitches on my first vacay
I ain't pickin up, I'm in Turks, lil baby
Every other watch got diamonds in the face
Pullin' out ass and take a taste, lil baby
Pullin' out fifty racks walkin' outta Chase
If I drop dead I'll be hard to replace
Hardly get thirsty, got water like a lake
My brother got locked, another bond I gotta pay
[Travis Scott:]
First time in Turks, got a whole bunch of work
Got to bring two jets and a whole lot of babes
I first took a game changing verse
With the change gonna hurt but it really ain't a game
Shorty like the Turk up in a rage
Really get to trippin' on the stage
Never ever let them see the man unless they pay
Niggas havin' beef off on what they pray
Cactus Jack me up and down on the tour
Make sure the ones you are with on God
Make sure the ones you with is with it
Make sure the ones you with are
She need a quick tank, I'ma text with the G's
More for the body, need more than the grease
Fillin' her nose with some shit I can ski with
Haters say the first time is it hard to believe
[NAV:]
Took twenty bitches on my first vacay
I ain't pickin up, I'm in Turks, lil baby
Every other watch got diamonds in the face
Pullin' out ass and take a taste, lil baby
Pullin' out fifty racks walkin' outta Chase
If I drop dead I'll be hard to replace
Hardly get thirsty, got water like a lake
My brother got locked, another bond I gotta pay
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Brown Boy
She never met a brown boy hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys and she say I'm the realest
She never met a brown boy hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys and she say I'm the realest
Our pockets full of brown boy tell me what's the business
[x2]
I'm not the type of brown boy you take home to your daddy
I'm the type you call when you wanna smoke a fatty
I'm the type that got the killers on speed dial
If you diss me in the mall I'm shuttin' shit down
I'm about to steal another brown boy's bitch now
I'm leavin' from the rexs and I'm going to B-Town
It's like I'm born in Texas the way I'm drinkin' lean now
She think I'm crazy pop a molly I can't sit down
All of the bitches who diss me you ain't doin' shit now
All of the niggas who ridin' man they turn to snitch now
All of my niggas they killers they won't pass on a lick
We never fold, never throwed, don't fight over a bitch
And if you diss me on the road they might empty the clip
Just like future f*ck around you tryna dodge bullets
You say they wanna rob me tell them try to pull it
I show your bitch the D and she know where to put it
She never met a brown boy hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys and she say I'm the realest
Our pockets full of brown boy tell me what's the business
[x4]
Say she scared I'm gonna change when I get money
Say she scared and she don't like who I'm becoming
Shawty movin' insecure and it's a turn off
Rollin' up I gotta lot of stress to burn off
There's not a lot of OG's that I can learn off
They're tryna help but really wishin' I would fall off
(I'm leaving from the Rexs and I'm going to B-Town) [x2]
She never met a brown boy hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys and she say I'm the realest
Our pockets full of brown boy tell me that's the business
[x2]
She met a lot of brown boys and she say I'm the realest
She never met a brown boy hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys and she say I'm the realest
Our pockets full of brown boy tell me what's the business
[x2]
I'm not the type of brown boy you take home to your daddy
I'm the type you call when you wanna smoke a fatty
I'm the type that got the killers on speed dial
If you diss me in the mall I'm shuttin' shit down
I'm about to steal another brown boy's bitch now
I'm leavin' from the rexs and I'm going to B-Town
It's like I'm born in Texas the way I'm drinkin' lean now
She think I'm crazy pop a molly I can't sit down
All of the bitches who diss me you ain't doin' shit now
All of the niggas who ridin' man they turn to snitch now
All of my niggas they killers they won't pass on a lick
We never fold, never throwed, don't fight over a bitch
And if you diss me on the road they might empty the clip
Just like future f*ck around you tryna dodge bullets
You say they wanna rob me tell them try to pull it
I show your bitch the D and she know where to put it
She never met a brown boy hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys and she say I'm the realest
Our pockets full of brown boy tell me what's the business
[x4]
Say she scared I'm gonna change when I get money
Say she scared and she don't like who I'm becoming
Shawty movin' insecure and it's a turn off
Rollin' up I gotta lot of stress to burn off
There's not a lot of OG's that I can learn off
They're tryna help but really wishin' I would fall off
(I'm leaving from the Rexs and I'm going to B-Town) [x2]
She never met a brown boy hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys and she say I'm the realest
Our pockets full of brown boy tell me that's the business
[x2]
Writer: Navraj Goraya
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Status
Status (status)
Millionaire status, I'm gettin' paid
Baddest
Baddest bitches gon' come my way
Balance (yeah)
Lost my balance, but I'm okay (I'm okay)
Countin'
Stackin' my benjis every day
Got an XO piece, square rocks (rocks)
All my opps dead, I hope they rot (rot)
Chopper go chop-chop-chop (brr)
'Fore she f*ck me, give me top, top, top (top)
Clean the block, block, block (block)
My shooter got a mop, mop, mop (pop, pop)
How much money you got? (You got?)
I told her a lot, lot, lot (a lot)
Brown boy got the game on lock (on lock)
Brown boy f*ckin' all these thots (thots)
Run up, we gon' pop, pop, pop (pop, pop)
Brown boy ain't never get got (yeah)
Gucci on every sock (on sock)
Got her suckin' my cock, cock, cock (my cock)
Got ice, talkin' rock, rock, rocks (rocks)
Summertime, need a drop, drop, drop (skrrt)
I'm scared of gettin' caught, caught, caught (caught)
Let him bleed out, he got shot (shot)
Lots of cameras on my block (block)
If I get caught, I won't talk (talk)
I know they wanna see me in a box (box)
Pull over, then I take off (off)
Cover my body with expensive cloth (cloth)
Status (status)
Millionaire status, I'm gettin' paid
Baddest
Baddest bitches gon' come my way
Balance (yeah)
Lost my balance, but I'm okay (I'm okay)
Countin'
Stackin' my benjis every day
Got an XO piece, square rocks (rocks)
All my opps dead, I hope they rot (rot)
Chopper go chop-chop-chop (brr)
'Fore she f*ck me, give me top, top, top (top)
Clean the block, block, block (block)
My shooter got a mop, mop, mop (pop, pop)
How much money you got? (You got?)
I told her a lot, lot, lot (a lot)
I told her a lot, lot, lot (lot, lot)
Can't talk 'cause you might be the cops (what?)
Get the bird and I make this shit flock (brr)
I can make the bird dig a worm out the pot (woo)
F*ckin' on your bitch, I secure my spot (spot, spot)
Got a Bentley with the frog eyes, hop, hop, hop (skrrt)
Whoa, come on now, why would I stop? Yeah (whoa)
I kicked the bitch to the curb, yeah (curb)
When I was ridin' on the block, uh (let's go)
That girl, she a gnat-gnat, yeah (gnat)
I need a fly swat, swat, uh (swat, swat)
She like the way I'm mixin' up my rocks, yeah (whoa)
The diamonds hit, leave a mirage, yeah (whoa)
The Rollie don't ever tick-tock, yeah
My sections don't never, um, flop, yeah
One-nine-four-two, yeah
Shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, yeah
He talkin' shit, then he got shot (brr)
Them bullets went through him, they hot (hot)
He leakin', that boy need a mop (mop)
That Glock, it don't miss, got a dot (woo)
I sold over, so how could I flop? (Yeah)
She keep speakin', that bitch, she a thot (thot, whoa)
Status (status)
Millionaire status, I'm gettin' paid
Baddest
Baddest bitches gon' come my way
Balance (yeah)
Lost my balance, but I'm okay (I'm okay)
Countin'
Stackin' my benjis every day
Got an XO piece, square rocks (rocks)
All my opps dead, I hope they rot (rot)
Chopper go chop-chop-chop (brr)
'Fore she f*ck me, give me top, top, top (top)
Clean the block, block, block (block)
My shooter got a mop, mop, mop (pop, pop)
How much money you got? (You got?)
I told her a lot, lot, lot (a lot)
Millionaire status, I'm gettin' paid
Baddest
Baddest bitches gon' come my way
Balance (yeah)
Lost my balance, but I'm okay (I'm okay)
Countin'
Stackin' my benjis every day
Got an XO piece, square rocks (rocks)
All my opps dead, I hope they rot (rot)
Chopper go chop-chop-chop (brr)
'Fore she f*ck me, give me top, top, top (top)
Clean the block, block, block (block)
My shooter got a mop, mop, mop (pop, pop)
How much money you got? (You got?)
I told her a lot, lot, lot (a lot)
Brown boy got the game on lock (on lock)
Brown boy f*ckin' all these thots (thots)
Run up, we gon' pop, pop, pop (pop, pop)
Brown boy ain't never get got (yeah)
Gucci on every sock (on sock)
Got her suckin' my cock, cock, cock (my cock)
Got ice, talkin' rock, rock, rocks (rocks)
Summertime, need a drop, drop, drop (skrrt)
I'm scared of gettin' caught, caught, caught (caught)
Let him bleed out, he got shot (shot)
Lots of cameras on my block (block)
If I get caught, I won't talk (talk)
I know they wanna see me in a box (box)
Pull over, then I take off (off)
Cover my body with expensive cloth (cloth)
Status (status)
Millionaire status, I'm gettin' paid
Baddest
Baddest bitches gon' come my way
Balance (yeah)
Lost my balance, but I'm okay (I'm okay)
Countin'
Stackin' my benjis every day
Got an XO piece, square rocks (rocks)
All my opps dead, I hope they rot (rot)
Chopper go chop-chop-chop (brr)
'Fore she f*ck me, give me top, top, top (top)
Clean the block, block, block (block)
My shooter got a mop, mop, mop (pop, pop)
How much money you got? (You got?)
I told her a lot, lot, lot (a lot)
I told her a lot, lot, lot (lot, lot)
Can't talk 'cause you might be the cops (what?)
Get the bird and I make this shit flock (brr)
I can make the bird dig a worm out the pot (woo)
F*ckin' on your bitch, I secure my spot (spot, spot)
Got a Bentley with the frog eyes, hop, hop, hop (skrrt)
Whoa, come on now, why would I stop? Yeah (whoa)
I kicked the bitch to the curb, yeah (curb)
When I was ridin' on the block, uh (let's go)
That girl, she a gnat-gnat, yeah (gnat)
I need a fly swat, swat, uh (swat, swat)
She like the way I'm mixin' up my rocks, yeah (whoa)
The diamonds hit, leave a mirage, yeah (whoa)
The Rollie don't ever tick-tock, yeah
My sections don't never, um, flop, yeah
One-nine-four-two, yeah
Shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, yeah
He talkin' shit, then he got shot (brr)
Them bullets went through him, they hot (hot)
He leakin', that boy need a mop (mop)
That Glock, it don't miss, got a dot (woo)
I sold over, so how could I flop? (Yeah)
She keep speakin', that bitch, she a thot (thot, whoa)
Status (status)
Millionaire status, I'm gettin' paid
Baddest
Baddest bitches gon' come my way
Balance (yeah)
Lost my balance, but I'm okay (I'm okay)
Countin'
Stackin' my benjis every day
Got an XO piece, square rocks (rocks)
All my opps dead, I hope they rot (rot)
Chopper go chop-chop-chop (brr)
'Fore she f*ck me, give me top, top, top (top)
Clean the block, block, block (block)
My shooter got a mop, mop, mop (pop, pop)
How much money you got? (You got?)
I told her a lot, lot, lot (a lot)
Writer: Amir Esmallian, Andrew Kenneth Franklin, Keanu Dean Torres, Navraj Goraya, Symere Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Codeine
(Yeah)
Where I'm from, they shootin' shit up odee
Probably 'cause we ain't got no OGs
Don't start judgin' if you don't know me
Had a bad relationship with codeine (lean)
Dripping every day, I'm so fresh, so clean
Quality stones, VVS on me (ice)
You f*cking with a G, I love to take E (yeah, yeah)
Got like forty racks stuffed inside of my jeans
It don't cost jack, get you whacked for free
I don't eat steak, but I'm ready for beef
Told you that I quit, but I still pop beans (pop beans)
Grindin' at night 'til I crack my teeth (yeah)
Brought the poles, gotta keep two at least
Half a brick gone, three, four for a piece
My brother hit a lick for five, six keys
Now he got the same AP as me (yeah)
My brother got the same AP as me
I'm smoking Biscotti, I don't smoke OG
I bought your bitch a Masi' for seventy G's
I told her come and ride it for a little Celine
I pull out that convertible just for the breeze
I let my lil' nephew hold an SRT
We pullin' up on Elliot for real VVs
Made a million off of streaming, I was sellin' CDs
I call her my lil' freak and she get it off me
She give a nigga head while I'm playin' in her weave
I got too many vibes, I brought sand to the beach
Me and NAV gettin' high when we on a shoppin' spree
Double cup, styrofoam, fill it with codeine
I need it every day, and don't tell me I'm a fiend
You can really feel it when you chewin' on a bean
I been out my mind, f*ckin' bitches by the threes
Speedin' in the Benz and the tank on E
You gotta go and get it, don't nothin' come free
I'm standin' rock solid, bitin' harder than teeth
Wear Rick Owens denim with the Chrome Heart tees
We some big dawgs, I'm way out of your league
I spend it in the mall, twenty thousand on jeans
Me and Wheezy Wave havin' codeine dreams
Nigga play with me, he'll spray at your tee (yeah)
Where I'm from, they shootin' shit up odee
Probably 'cause we ain't got no OGs
Don't start judgin' if you don't know me
Had a bad relationship with codeine (lean)
Dripping every day, I'm so fresh, so clean
Quality stones, VVS on me (ice)
You f*cking with a G, I love to take E (yeah, yeah)
Got like forty racks stuffed inside of my jeans
It don't cost jack, get you whacked for free
I don't eat steak, but I'm ready for beef
Told you that I quit, but I still pop beans (pop beans)
Grindin' at night 'til I crack my teeth (yeah)
Brought the poles, gotta keep two at least
Half a brick gone, three, four for a piece
My brother hit a lick for five, six keys
Now he got the same AP as me (yeah)
LV pants got a permanent crease
You ain't got nothin' on I ain't seen
Runnin' out of time, I increased my speed
Yeah, it feel good, but I'm watchin' for the team
Different designers wrapped 'round my feet
Rocking Dior with flowers and bees
You was talkin' shit, now your ass gettin' beat
Kick you in the face with an Off-White cleat
I was splitting tickets on the TTC
You know I stay with S-L-I-M-E's
My whole city beefin', mad cow disease
Play with us, you must wanna D-I-E
Lately, all these rappers all C-A-P
When I'm off the Addys, I don't E-A-T
It's hard getting S-L-E-E-P
Prayin' bros get F-R-E-E (yeah)
Where I'm from, they shootin' shit up odee (no cap)
Probably 'cause we ain't got no OGs
Don't start judgin' if you don't know me
Had a bad relationship with codeine (lean)
Dripping every day, I'm so fresh, so clean
Quality stones, VVS on me (ice)
You f*cking with a G, I love to take E (yeah, yeah)
Got like forty racks stuffed inside of my jeans
It don't cost jack, get you whacked for free
I don't eat steak, but I'm ready for beef
Told you that I quit, but I still pop beans (pop beans)
Grindin' at night 'til I crack my teeth (yeah)
Brought the poles, gotta keep two at least
Half a brick gone, three, four for a piece
My brother hit a lick for five, six keys
Now he got the same AP as me (yeah)
Where I'm from, they shootin' shit up odee
Probably 'cause we ain't got no OGs
Don't start judgin' if you don't know me
Had a bad relationship with codeine (lean)
Dripping every day, I'm so fresh, so clean
Quality stones, VVS on me (ice)
You f*cking with a G, I love to take E (yeah, yeah)
Got like forty racks stuffed inside of my jeans
It don't cost jack, get you whacked for free
I don't eat steak, but I'm ready for beef
Told you that I quit, but I still pop beans (pop beans)
Grindin' at night 'til I crack my teeth (yeah)
Brought the poles, gotta keep two at least
Half a brick gone, three, four for a piece
My brother hit a lick for five, six keys
Now he got the same AP as me (yeah)
My brother got the same AP as me
I'm smoking Biscotti, I don't smoke OG
I bought your bitch a Masi' for seventy G's
I told her come and ride it for a little Celine
I pull out that convertible just for the breeze
I let my lil' nephew hold an SRT
We pullin' up on Elliot for real VVs
Made a million off of streaming, I was sellin' CDs
I call her my lil' freak and she get it off me
She give a nigga head while I'm playin' in her weave
I got too many vibes, I brought sand to the beach
Me and NAV gettin' high when we on a shoppin' spree
Double cup, styrofoam, fill it with codeine
I need it every day, and don't tell me I'm a fiend
You can really feel it when you chewin' on a bean
I been out my mind, f*ckin' bitches by the threes
Speedin' in the Benz and the tank on E
You gotta go and get it, don't nothin' come free
I'm standin' rock solid, bitin' harder than teeth
Wear Rick Owens denim with the Chrome Heart tees
We some big dawgs, I'm way out of your league
I spend it in the mall, twenty thousand on jeans
Me and Wheezy Wave havin' codeine dreams
Nigga play with me, he'll spray at your tee (yeah)
Where I'm from, they shootin' shit up odee
Probably 'cause we ain't got no OGs
Don't start judgin' if you don't know me
Had a bad relationship with codeine (lean)
Dripping every day, I'm so fresh, so clean
Quality stones, VVS on me (ice)
You f*cking with a G, I love to take E (yeah, yeah)
Got like forty racks stuffed inside of my jeans
It don't cost jack, get you whacked for free
I don't eat steak, but I'm ready for beef
Told you that I quit, but I still pop beans (pop beans)
Grindin' at night 'til I crack my teeth (yeah)
Brought the poles, gotta keep two at least
Half a brick gone, three, four for a piece
My brother hit a lick for five, six keys
Now he got the same AP as me (yeah)
LV pants got a permanent crease
You ain't got nothin' on I ain't seen
Runnin' out of time, I increased my speed
Yeah, it feel good, but I'm watchin' for the team
Different designers wrapped 'round my feet
Rocking Dior with flowers and bees
You was talkin' shit, now your ass gettin' beat
Kick you in the face with an Off-White cleat
I was splitting tickets on the TTC
You know I stay with S-L-I-M-E's
My whole city beefin', mad cow disease
Play with us, you must wanna D-I-E
Lately, all these rappers all C-A-P
When I'm off the Addys, I don't E-A-T
It's hard getting S-L-E-E-P
Prayin' bros get F-R-E-E (yeah)
Where I'm from, they shootin' shit up odee (no cap)
Probably 'cause we ain't got no OGs
Don't start judgin' if you don't know me
Had a bad relationship with codeine (lean)
Dripping every day, I'm so fresh, so clean
Quality stones, VVS on me (ice)
You f*cking with a G, I love to take E (yeah, yeah)
Got like forty racks stuffed inside of my jeans
It don't cost jack, get you whacked for free
I don't eat steak, but I'm ready for beef
Told you that I quit, but I still pop beans (pop beans)
Grindin' at night 'til I crack my teeth (yeah)
Brought the poles, gotta keep two at least
Half a brick gone, three, four for a piece
My brother hit a lick for five, six keys
Now he got the same AP as me (yeah)
Writer: Amir Esmailian, Andrew Kenneth Franklin, Navraj Goraya, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Saint Laurenttt
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Cover your feet in Saint Laurent
Girl, I'll buy you whatever you want
Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (yeah)
Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (yeah)
Girl, it cost a Gucci bag to fill my cup (my cup)
I can't text you back, baby girl, I'm stuck (I'm stuck)
Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (yeah)
Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (yeah)
Geeked
You say I only see you when I'm geeked
You laugh 'cause I'm slurrin' when I speak
Relax, take this Perky with me
F*ck with me, you get a Birky for free
F*ck with me, you gotta deal with birds chirpin' at me
Lots of attention when we walk down the street
Nothin' but designer cover your feet
I made a lot of money rappin', makin' beats
Say you wanna get some work done, you're perfect to me
I get a lot of bags, what's a Birkin to me?
I know some people lurkin', they lookin' for me
They just mad they girl had an appointment with me
Everywhere I go out, they be pointin' at me
Never worry 'bout 'em, ain't important to me
Everywhere I go, they know my joint go with me
Every day I wear Diors, what's some Jordans to me?
Cover your feet in Saint Laurent
Girl, I'll buy you whatever you want
Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (yeah)
Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (yeah)
Girl, it cost a Gucci bag to fill my cup (my cup)
I can't text you back, baby girl, I'm stuck (I'm stuck)
Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (yeah)
Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (yeah)
Sleep
I see you in my dreams when I sleep
Your new man dirty hands rubbin' on your feet
I bought a lot of shit I let you keep
And when it's over nothin' left for me
Stab me in the back, I thought you loyal to me
Don't know why your temperature be boilin' with me
Always yellin', always miss the point when I speak
Lately, your decisions disappointin' to me (yeah)
Lately, you been horrible to me
I don't care if you're mad, you're still adorable to me
Behind on all your bills, that shit affordable to me
We could wear designer in the house, come quarantine with me
I miss your presence when I got a boring ting with me
Lately, all these girls are gettin' annoying to me
At first, being with you was enjoying to me
Infected with your love, it's like poison to me
Cover your feet in Saint Laurent
Girl, I'll buy you whatever you want
Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (yeah)
Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (yeah)
Girl, it cost a Gucci bag to fill my cup (my cup)
I can't text you back, baby girl, I'm stuck (I'm stuck)
Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (yeah)
Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (yeah)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Cover your feet in Saint Laurent
Girl, I'll buy you whatever you want
Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (yeah)
Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (yeah)
Girl, it cost a Gucci bag to fill my cup (my cup)
I can't text you back, baby girl, I'm stuck (I'm stuck)
Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (yeah)
Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (yeah)
Geeked
You say I only see you when I'm geeked
You laugh 'cause I'm slurrin' when I speak
Relax, take this Perky with me
F*ck with me, you get a Birky for free
F*ck with me, you gotta deal with birds chirpin' at me
Lots of attention when we walk down the street
Nothin' but designer cover your feet
I made a lot of money rappin', makin' beats
Say you wanna get some work done, you're perfect to me
I get a lot of bags, what's a Birkin to me?
I know some people lurkin', they lookin' for me
They just mad they girl had an appointment with me
Everywhere I go out, they be pointin' at me
Never worry 'bout 'em, ain't important to me
Everywhere I go, they know my joint go with me
Every day I wear Diors, what's some Jordans to me?
Cover your feet in Saint Laurent
Girl, I'll buy you whatever you want
Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (yeah)
Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (yeah)
Girl, it cost a Gucci bag to fill my cup (my cup)
I can't text you back, baby girl, I'm stuck (I'm stuck)
Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (yeah)
Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (yeah)
Sleep
I see you in my dreams when I sleep
Your new man dirty hands rubbin' on your feet
I bought a lot of shit I let you keep
And when it's over nothin' left for me
Stab me in the back, I thought you loyal to me
Don't know why your temperature be boilin' with me
Always yellin', always miss the point when I speak
Lately, your decisions disappointin' to me (yeah)
Lately, you been horrible to me
I don't care if you're mad, you're still adorable to me
Behind on all your bills, that shit affordable to me
We could wear designer in the house, come quarantine with me
I miss your presence when I got a boring ting with me
Lately, all these girls are gettin' annoying to me
At first, being with you was enjoying to me
Infected with your love, it's like poison to me
Cover your feet in Saint Laurent
Girl, I'll buy you whatever you want
Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (yeah)
Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (yeah)
Girl, it cost a Gucci bag to fill my cup (my cup)
I can't text you back, baby girl, I'm stuck (I'm stuck)
Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (yeah)
Pockets full of racks, can't fold them up (yeah)
Writer: Amir Esmailian, Andrew Franklin, Navraj Goraya, Wallis Lane
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Coast to Coast
A brown boy like me in the game ain't what they used to
A brown boy like me in the game ain't what they used to
A brown boy like me in the game ain't what they used to
A brown boy like me in the game ain't what they used to
Course mode in my foreign I'm dodging the pot holes (skrrt)
Married to the game, ain't cuffing no thot ho (thot ho)
F*cking 'round with prescriptions taking a deadly dose (dose)
Everybody knowing my name now from coast to coast (coast to coast)
F*ck it I rap 'bout drugs all the time, 'cause I do 'em too (I do 'em too)
Double cup filled with mud, I'm 'bout to abuse you (abuse you)
If I catch my opps with they gang, they making the news too
A brown boy like me in the game ain't what they used to (brown boy)
'Til my time is up, I'ma get a check, run it up, yeah
Took care the gang, they good, I loaded my mama up, yeah
Did everything I could, I'ma do everything I should, yeah
Diamonds shine everybody look, yeah
They ain't ever getting took, yeah
Dior runners for everybody on my team, okay
VVS A-D-X's bitch gon' f*ck us right away
Why not get a lil' street sweeper, so he can clean, let it spray
Why not pay for my car in cash, they gon' ship that shit today
Course mode in my foreign I'm dodging the pot holes (skrrt)
Married to the game, ain't cuffing no thot ho (thot ho)
F*cking 'round with prescriptions taking a deadly dose (dose)
Everybody knowing my name now from coast to coast (coast to coast)
F*ck it I rap 'bout drugs all the time, 'cause I do 'em too (I do 'em too)
Double cup filled with mud, I'm 'bout to abuse you (abuse you)
If I catch my opps with they gang, they making the news too
A brown boy like me in the game ain't what they used to (brown boy)
Sip lean two months straight
YSL jeans too tight they don't fit me
Got a new girl, she great and we get high like Bobby and Whitney
Money locked in my safe, cash out every check that they send me
Took over my brother's case, I paid all bills that they let me
I don't care if they hate, as long as they talking 'bout me its okay
Stacked my money so tall, I can't see anyone anyway
Treating my cars like Hot Wheels, bring my toys outside to play
Lame ass rappers recycling flows, I ain't got no time to waste
Course mode in my foreign I'm dodging the pot holes (skrrt)
Married to the game, ain't cuffing no thot ho (thot ho)
F*cking 'round with prescriptions taking a deadly dose (dose)
Everybody knowing my name now from coast to coast (coast to coast)
F*ck it I rap 'bout drugs all the time, 'cause I do 'em too (I do 'em too)
Double cup filled with mud, I'm 'bout to abuse you (abuse you)
If I catch my opps with they gang, they making the news too
A brown boy like me in the game ain't what they used to (brown boy)
A brown boy like me in the game ain't what they used to
A brown boy like me in the game ain't what they used to
A brown boy like me in the game ain't what they used to
A brown boy like me in the game ain't what they used to
A brown boy like me in the game ain't what they used to
A brown boy like me in the game ain't what they used to
A brown boy like me in the game ain't what they used to
Course mode in my foreign I'm dodging the pot holes (skrrt)
Married to the game, ain't cuffing no thot ho (thot ho)
F*cking 'round with prescriptions taking a deadly dose (dose)
Everybody knowing my name now from coast to coast (coast to coast)
F*ck it I rap 'bout drugs all the time, 'cause I do 'em too (I do 'em too)
Double cup filled with mud, I'm 'bout to abuse you (abuse you)
If I catch my opps with they gang, they making the news too
A brown boy like me in the game ain't what they used to (brown boy)
'Til my time is up, I'ma get a check, run it up, yeah
Took care the gang, they good, I loaded my mama up, yeah
Did everything I could, I'ma do everything I should, yeah
Diamonds shine everybody look, yeah
They ain't ever getting took, yeah
Dior runners for everybody on my team, okay
VVS A-D-X's bitch gon' f*ck us right away
Why not get a lil' street sweeper, so he can clean, let it spray
Why not pay for my car in cash, they gon' ship that shit today
Course mode in my foreign I'm dodging the pot holes (skrrt)
Married to the game, ain't cuffing no thot ho (thot ho)
F*cking 'round with prescriptions taking a deadly dose (dose)
Everybody knowing my name now from coast to coast (coast to coast)
F*ck it I rap 'bout drugs all the time, 'cause I do 'em too (I do 'em too)
Double cup filled with mud, I'm 'bout to abuse you (abuse you)
If I catch my opps with they gang, they making the news too
A brown boy like me in the game ain't what they used to (brown boy)
Sip lean two months straight
YSL jeans too tight they don't fit me
Got a new girl, she great and we get high like Bobby and Whitney
Money locked in my safe, cash out every check that they send me
Took over my brother's case, I paid all bills that they let me
I don't care if they hate, as long as they talking 'bout me its okay
Stacked my money so tall, I can't see anyone anyway
Treating my cars like Hot Wheels, bring my toys outside to play
Lame ass rappers recycling flows, I ain't got no time to waste
Course mode in my foreign I'm dodging the pot holes (skrrt)
Married to the game, ain't cuffing no thot ho (thot ho)
F*cking 'round with prescriptions taking a deadly dose (dose)
Everybody knowing my name now from coast to coast (coast to coast)
F*ck it I rap 'bout drugs all the time, 'cause I do 'em too (I do 'em too)
Double cup filled with mud, I'm 'bout to abuse you (abuse you)
If I catch my opps with they gang, they making the news too
A brown boy like me in the game ain't what they used to (brown boy)
A brown boy like me in the game ain't what they used to
A brown boy like me in the game ain't what they used to
A brown boy like me in the game ain't what they used to
A brown boy like me in the game ain't what they used to
Writer: Andrew Kenneth Franklin, Navraj Goraya, Saif Kahn
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Run It Up
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh (brr), oh (brr), oh
Got more ice than a skatin' rink, think I need my mink, gotta bundle up (mink)
Take my chain, watch the news next week, you gon' see dead bodies turnin' up (bah, bah)
Poppin' this molly got me grindin' at night
Got some porcelain teeth, I done f*cked 'em up (f*cked 'em up)
I was eighteen with a pound of weed, I was baggin' up dimes at the back of the bus
Hidin' from me, throwin' dirt on my name
You gon' f*ck around, get your homeboy touched (bah, bah, bah)
Goin' in the fridge, I ain't lookin' for a Sunny D, I just want the purple stuff
Upgraded me to a diamond account, I been gettin' bitches, fillin' up Uber trucks
Sal said that he got another million-dollar check for me
I told him to run it up, run it up
Say you want smoke, we'll turn you to a pack
Take a hood girl and I'll turn her to a brat
Rap game fake, yeah, it's hard to adapt
Everything they talk 'bout is cap, cap, cap
Textin' my phone, I don't never write back
I been losin' sleep just countin' up cash
Lots of bad habits, I'm poppin' off tags
I'ma f*ck the game up when I drop "Bag"
Rollin' off the pills, two hundred on the dash
I'ma bend the corner, I almost crashed
Got everythin' that I need
If I see somethin' else that I want, I'ma buy it in cash
We was dead broke
We ain't had no money for the work, so we drive around pickin' up bags
Got pulled over, had P's in the trunk
Frost said he'd take the charge, but they gave us a pass
Got more ice than a skatin' rink, think I need my mink, gotta bundle up (mink)
Take my chain, watch the news next week, you gon' see dead bodies turnin' up (bah, bah)
Poppin' this molly got me grindin' at night
Got some porcelain teeth, I done f*cked 'em up (f*cked 'em up)
I was eighteen with a pound of weed, I was baggin' up dimes at the back of the bus
Hidin' from me, throwin' dirt on my name
You gon' f*ck around, get your homeboy touched (bah, bah, bah)
Goin' in the fridge, I ain't lookin' for a Sunny D, I just want the purple stuff
Upgraded me to a diamond account, I been gettin' bitches, fillin' up Uber trucks
Sal said that he got another million-dollar check for me
I told him to run it up, run it up
Oh (oh, oh, oh)
Oh
Oh
Pull up like Ace and I'm shameless (shameless)
Pull up like Ace from the cleaners (cleaners)
I dropped two hundred on a watch (hunnid)
She wet, Aquafina, yeah ('fina)
Me and NAV in the Bugatti ('gatti)
Movin' too hotty (movin' too hotty)
'Cause we came from the bottom (the bottom)
Now we solvin' all our problems (our problems)
Crib got five stories, yeah, I live like a king
Thirty-five carats the ring 'cause ('cause)
Diamond cuts on my necklace
I'm so expensive
I been spendin' (yeah)
I'm young and reckless ('less)
I been havin', yeah
If we all gettin' money, nigga, why are you hatin'? (Why are you hatin'?)
If you ain't talkin' money, change the conversation (change the conversation)
Niggas know my name, ain't no false claimin' (oh, oh)
When I walk in the spot, niggas know who we are
No, I ain't twirlin', we shootin' them stars
Oh, oh (brr), oh (brr), oh
Got more ice than a skatin' rink, think I need my mink, gotta bundle up (mink)
Take my chain, watch the news next week, you gon' see dead bodies turnin' up (bah, bah)
Poppin' this molly got me grindin' at night
Got some porcelain teeth, I done f*cked 'em up (f*cked 'em up)
I was eighteen with a pound of weed, I was baggin' up dimes at the back of the bus
Hidin' from me, throwin' dirt on my name
You gon' f*ck around, get your homeboy touched (bah, bah, bah)
Goin' in the fridge, I ain't lookin' for a Sunny D, I just want the purple stuff
Upgraded me to a diamond account, I been gettin' bitches, fillin' up Uber trucks
Sal said that he got another million-dollar check for me
I told him to run it up, run it up
Say you want smoke, we'll turn you to a pack
Take a hood girl and I'll turn her to a brat
Rap game fake, yeah, it's hard to adapt
Everything they talk 'bout is cap, cap, cap
Textin' my phone, I don't never write back
I been losin' sleep just countin' up cash
Lots of bad habits, I'm poppin' off tags
I'ma f*ck the game up when I drop "Bag"
Rollin' off the pills, two hundred on the dash
I'ma bend the corner, I almost crashed
Got everythin' that I need
If I see somethin' else that I want, I'ma buy it in cash
We was dead broke
We ain't had no money for the work, so we drive around pickin' up bags
Got pulled over, had P's in the trunk
Frost said he'd take the charge, but they gave us a pass
Got more ice than a skatin' rink, think I need my mink, gotta bundle up (mink)
Take my chain, watch the news next week, you gon' see dead bodies turnin' up (bah, bah)
Poppin' this molly got me grindin' at night
Got some porcelain teeth, I done f*cked 'em up (f*cked 'em up)
I was eighteen with a pound of weed, I was baggin' up dimes at the back of the bus
Hidin' from me, throwin' dirt on my name
You gon' f*ck around, get your homeboy touched (bah, bah, bah)
Goin' in the fridge, I ain't lookin' for a Sunny D, I just want the purple stuff
Upgraded me to a diamond account, I been gettin' bitches, fillin' up Uber trucks
Sal said that he got another million-dollar check for me
I told him to run it up, run it up
Oh (oh, oh, oh)
Oh
Oh
Pull up like Ace and I'm shameless (shameless)
Pull up like Ace from the cleaners (cleaners)
I dropped two hundred on a watch (hunnid)
She wet, Aquafina, yeah ('fina)
Me and NAV in the Bugatti ('gatti)
Movin' too hotty (movin' too hotty)
'Cause we came from the bottom (the bottom)
Now we solvin' all our problems (our problems)
Crib got five stories, yeah, I live like a king
Thirty-five carats the ring 'cause ('cause)
Diamond cuts on my necklace
I'm so expensive
I been spendin' (yeah)
I'm young and reckless ('less)
I been havin', yeah
If we all gettin' money, nigga, why are you hatin'? (Why are you hatin'?)
If you ain't talkin' money, change the conversation (change the conversation)
Niggas know my name, ain't no false claimin' (oh, oh)
When I walk in the spot, niggas know who we are
No, I ain't twirlin', we shootin' them stars
Writer: Amir Esmailian, Andrew Franklin, Bashar Jackson, Mohkom Bhangal, Navraj Goraya, Sugar-Ray Henry, Windsor Lubin
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Spend It
Money stackin' up, no limit (limit)
They ready for me to be finished (let's go)
Sprite, gotta drop a deuce in it (in it)
Hit corners in the Porsche, I bend it (skrrt)
Paid cash, oh no, it's not rented (cash)
I don't care if you gettin' offended (yeah)
I just bought a bitch a bag from Fendi
It ain't trickin', if you got it, then spend it (spend it)
I was smokin' weed at the back of the school
I was always late for attendance ('tendance)
Now all my diamonds are quality stones
Got tennis chains, don't play tennis (tennis)
I don't want problems, my brother keep a pole
I don't want him to get no sentence (bah, bah)
Neck full of gold, I ain't sellin' my soul
And I'm still gettin' every penny (yeah, yeah)
Everybody sayin' they want the old Nav, but they already stole my sound (my sound)
I did a lot for my people, I made it cooler to be brown (brown boy)
I'm burnt out in my city, I done f*cked every bitch in Lost & Found
They talk about me when I'm gone, but they don't say nothing when I'm back in town
Actin' like she don't wanna f*ck, I don't care 'cause I already had it (I had it)
Booking me for a show gonna cost you a bustdown Patek (bustdown Patek)
I'm trying new watches on, frost, do it look big on me?
Got canary yellows on the invoice, jeweler tryna piss on me (yeah)
Money stackin' up, no limit (limit)
They ready for me to be finished (let's go)
Sprite, gotta drop a deuce in it (in it)
Hit corners in the Porsche, I bend it (skrrt)
Paid cash, oh no, it's not rented (cash)
I don't care if you gettin' offended (yeah)
I just bought a bitch a bag from Fendi
It ain't trickin', if you got it, then spend it (spend it)
I was smokin' weed at the back of the school
I was always late for attendance ('tendance)
Now all my diamonds are quality stones
Got tennis chains, don't play tennis (tennis)
I don't want problems, my brother keep a pole
I don't want him to get no sentence (bah, bah)
Neck full of gold, I ain't sellin' my soul
And I'm still gettin' every penny
Yeah, yeah, twelve hundred us dollars, not no Remy, yeah
I put her head in the pillow, then f*ck out her bizzy, yeah
Mink on the floor, but my bitch know I'm a Godzilla, whoa (hah)
Yeah, she say it tastes like chocolate, but it's vanilla, whoa (whoa, whoa)
I told the bitch not to peep out the closet, my bitch a gorilla, yeah (yeah)
I flew to Spain and I hopped off the private, I'm not a drug dealer, yeah
I told her I like my bitches all sizes, I keep it triller, yeah (woo)
I got an F&N equipped with silencers like the president, yeah (woo)
Riding in a tank, no limit (skrrt)
Fish parquet, big dishes (yeah)
She don't wanna hang with these bitches (yeah)
Just see me like Penny (bitch)
Riding in the back of the Bentley (skrrt)
F*ckin' her mouth with my eyes closed
Mom say I could've bought five stores (yeah)
This a Bugatti, I don't know how to ride ghost (yeah)
Money stackin' up, no limit (limit)
They ready for me to be finished (let's go)
Sprite, gotta drop a deuce in it (in it)
Hit corners in the Porsche, I bend it (skrrt)
Paid cash, oh no, it's not rented (cash)
I don't care if you gettin' offended (yeah)
I just bought a bitch a bag from Fendi
It ain't trickin', if you got it, then spend it (spend it)
I was smokin' weed at the back of the school
I was always late for attendance ('tendance)
Now all my diamonds are quality stones
Got tennis chains, don't play tennis (tennis)
I don't want problems, my brother keep a pole
I don't want him to get no sentence (bah, bah)
Neck full of gold, I ain't sellin' my soul
And I'm still gettin' every penny (yeah, yeah)
They ready for me to be finished (let's go)
Sprite, gotta drop a deuce in it (in it)
Hit corners in the Porsche, I bend it (skrrt)
Paid cash, oh no, it's not rented (cash)
I don't care if you gettin' offended (yeah)
I just bought a bitch a bag from Fendi
It ain't trickin', if you got it, then spend it (spend it)
I was smokin' weed at the back of the school
I was always late for attendance ('tendance)
Now all my diamonds are quality stones
Got tennis chains, don't play tennis (tennis)
I don't want problems, my brother keep a pole
I don't want him to get no sentence (bah, bah)
Neck full of gold, I ain't sellin' my soul
And I'm still gettin' every penny (yeah, yeah)
Everybody sayin' they want the old Nav, but they already stole my sound (my sound)
I did a lot for my people, I made it cooler to be brown (brown boy)
I'm burnt out in my city, I done f*cked every bitch in Lost & Found
They talk about me when I'm gone, but they don't say nothing when I'm back in town
Actin' like she don't wanna f*ck, I don't care 'cause I already had it (I had it)
Booking me for a show gonna cost you a bustdown Patek (bustdown Patek)
I'm trying new watches on, frost, do it look big on me?
Got canary yellows on the invoice, jeweler tryna piss on me (yeah)
Money stackin' up, no limit (limit)
They ready for me to be finished (let's go)
Sprite, gotta drop a deuce in it (in it)
Hit corners in the Porsche, I bend it (skrrt)
Paid cash, oh no, it's not rented (cash)
I don't care if you gettin' offended (yeah)
I just bought a bitch a bag from Fendi
It ain't trickin', if you got it, then spend it (spend it)
I was smokin' weed at the back of the school
I was always late for attendance ('tendance)
Now all my diamonds are quality stones
Got tennis chains, don't play tennis (tennis)
I don't want problems, my brother keep a pole
I don't want him to get no sentence (bah, bah)
Neck full of gold, I ain't sellin' my soul
And I'm still gettin' every penny
Yeah, yeah, twelve hundred us dollars, not no Remy, yeah
I put her head in the pillow, then f*ck out her bizzy, yeah
Mink on the floor, but my bitch know I'm a Godzilla, whoa (hah)
Yeah, she say it tastes like chocolate, but it's vanilla, whoa (whoa, whoa)
I told the bitch not to peep out the closet, my bitch a gorilla, yeah (yeah)
I flew to Spain and I hopped off the private, I'm not a drug dealer, yeah
I told her I like my bitches all sizes, I keep it triller, yeah (woo)
I got an F&N equipped with silencers like the president, yeah (woo)
Riding in a tank, no limit (skrrt)
Fish parquet, big dishes (yeah)
She don't wanna hang with these bitches (yeah)
Just see me like Penny (bitch)
Riding in the back of the Bentley (skrrt)
F*ckin' her mouth with my eyes closed
Mom say I could've bought five stores (yeah)
This a Bugatti, I don't know how to ride ghost (yeah)
Money stackin' up, no limit (limit)
They ready for me to be finished (let's go)
Sprite, gotta drop a deuce in it (in it)
Hit corners in the Porsche, I bend it (skrrt)
Paid cash, oh no, it's not rented (cash)
I don't care if you gettin' offended (yeah)
I just bought a bitch a bag from Fendi
It ain't trickin', if you got it, then spend it (spend it)
I was smokin' weed at the back of the school
I was always late for attendance ('tendance)
Now all my diamonds are quality stones
Got tennis chains, don't play tennis (tennis)
I don't want problems, my brother keep a pole
I don't want him to get no sentence (bah, bah)
Neck full of gold, I ain't sellin' my soul
And I'm still gettin' every penny (yeah, yeah)
Writer: Amir Esmailian, Andrew Franklin, Brandon Korn, Jeffery Williams, Navraj Goraya, Wesley Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Recap
Ooh (shout through your car door)
Ooh (shout out to Cardo, yeah)
Ooh, ooh (yeah)
Oh, oh (yeah)
I'm like, "Damn, lil' shawty you stylish"
Too geeked up on a island
Cartier frames, you valid
I can't tell where your mind at, yeah
Baby might start a fire
Long as I get to burn with ya
Let me be your supplier
Long as I get to burn with ya
Took enough time to get your stripes, I seen you fall back
Took a lil' time to hold yourself, avoided contact
You outta line to think that I would never come back
Remember that time you gave me that head, I need a recap, yeah
Mm, had me a soul-snatcher, had a mouth like a water slide (slide)
Pull up on me, baby girl, I need a reminder (yeah)
Every time you f*ck with me, yeah, you know it's gon' be a vibe (vibe)
Got a pint comin' through and I'm not not goin' outside
I'm on that dirty road (road)
Used to hit the block, where it's hot, but I can't no more
F*ckin' with a brown boy like me, girl, gotta stay on yo' toes (stay on yo' toes)
Made some bags on quarantine, I ain't gotta do no shows (ooh)
Why you checkin' up on me? (On me)
We both know I'm doin' fine
I know they hate on me (on me)
F*ck it, I never mind (ooh)
She just call me, yeah (brr), whenever she like (yeah)
She know I'ma be up (I'm up) at whatever time (yeah)
I'm like, "Damn, lil' shawty you stylish"
Too geeked up on a island
Cartier frames, you valid
I can't tell where your mind at, yeah
Baby might start a fire
Long as I get to burn with ya
Let me be your supplier
Long as I get to burn with ya
Took enough time to get your stripes, I seen you fall back
Took a lil' time to hold yourself, avoided contact
You outta line to think that I would never come back
Remember that time you gave me that head, I need a recap, yeah
(Yeah) I wanna do somethin', oh, I'm goin' all night, oh
(Yeah) you keep callin' my name, you can't relax, no
(Yeah) I wanna do somethin', oh, I'm goin' all night, oh
(Yeah) you keep callin' my name, you can't relax, no
Ooh (shout out to Cardo, yeah)
Ooh, ooh (yeah)
Oh, oh (yeah)
I'm like, "Damn, lil' shawty you stylish"
Too geeked up on a island
Cartier frames, you valid
I can't tell where your mind at, yeah
Baby might start a fire
Long as I get to burn with ya
Let me be your supplier
Long as I get to burn with ya
Took enough time to get your stripes, I seen you fall back
Took a lil' time to hold yourself, avoided contact
You outta line to think that I would never come back
Remember that time you gave me that head, I need a recap, yeah
Mm, had me a soul-snatcher, had a mouth like a water slide (slide)
Pull up on me, baby girl, I need a reminder (yeah)
Every time you f*ck with me, yeah, you know it's gon' be a vibe (vibe)
Got a pint comin' through and I'm not not goin' outside
I'm on that dirty road (road)
Used to hit the block, where it's hot, but I can't no more
F*ckin' with a brown boy like me, girl, gotta stay on yo' toes (stay on yo' toes)
Made some bags on quarantine, I ain't gotta do no shows (ooh)
Why you checkin' up on me? (On me)
We both know I'm doin' fine
I know they hate on me (on me)
F*ck it, I never mind (ooh)
She just call me, yeah (brr), whenever she like (yeah)
She know I'ma be up (I'm up) at whatever time (yeah)
I'm like, "Damn, lil' shawty you stylish"
Too geeked up on a island
Cartier frames, you valid
I can't tell where your mind at, yeah
Baby might start a fire
Long as I get to burn with ya
Let me be your supplier
Long as I get to burn with ya
Took enough time to get your stripes, I seen you fall back
Took a lil' time to hold yourself, avoided contact
You outta line to think that I would never come back
Remember that time you gave me that head, I need a recap, yeah
(Yeah) I wanna do somethin', oh, I'm goin' all night, oh
(Yeah) you keep callin' my name, you can't relax, no
(Yeah) I wanna do somethin', oh, I'm goin' all night, oh
(Yeah) you keep callin' my name, you can't relax, no
Writer: Caleb Toliver, Dylan Cleary-Krell, Navraj Goraya, Ronald LaTour
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
She Hurtin
Oh, yeah
I know you got some insecurities, your last man left you scarred (scarred)
I wouldn't change a thing about you, girl
I like you just the way you are (just the way you are)
Gotta move precise, do you got what it takes to be with a star? (With a star)
Tried to make her take a Range Rover, said she'd rather have a regular car (car, oh)
Took you from a small town out to L.A
Now everything feel bizarre (bizarre)
At the wrong time at the right place
Hear the camera go "flash," they gon' know who you are (yeah)
You be passin' every time when I test your morals
Just to see what kind of person you are
I don't got no bad intentions, I don't cap about shit
When I tell you how perfect you are (you're perfect)
Bought you four different color Birkins (yeah)
The way you make me feel, it's worth it
Have me really f*cked up in person
All these drugs that I'm takin' make her nervous (nervous)
Postin' on your story, baby, work it (yeah)
Make it better if my ex-bitch lurkin' (lurkin')
It's workin', if you tryna make her mad, it's workin' (it's workin')
She hurtin', you try to make her sad, she hurtin' (hurtin')
Version, you like her but a lil' better version (version)
Swervin', put the top down, we swervin' (skrrt)
Searchin' for a girl like you, I've been searchin'
Curved it, my friend in your DM, you curved it
Purchase, you point at anything, I'ma purchase (purchase)
On purpose, I act a certain way on purpose (on purpose)
Surface, I'm more than what you see on the surface (yeah, surface)
Got a lot on my plate, girl, I don't got no time for games
I know I look like a heartbreaker with these fast cars and these chains
Lately, I've been heartless, I got XO runnin' through my veins (XO)
But we got a lot in common, almost everything that we do is the same (same)
I can bring the drugs, baby, bring your pain
Take a game changer, everything gon' change
5 A.M, we still up, drivin', sippin' drink
Almost hit the car beside me changin' lanes
Lots of new rappers comin' out with my sound
If I had a bad year, would you hold me down?
Gave you my code to my safe, girl, I trust you with any amount
Bought you four different color Birkins (yeah)
The way you make me feel, it's worth it
Have me really f*cked up in person
All these drugs that I'm takin' make her nervous (nervous)
Postin' on your story, baby, work it (yeah)
Make it better if my ex-bitch lurkin' (lurkin')
It's workin', if you tryna make her mad, it's workin' (it's workin')
She hurtin', you tryna make her sad, she hurtin' (she hurtin')
Version, you like her but a lil' better version (version)
Swervin', put the top down, we swervin' (skrrt)
Searchin' for a girl like you, I've been searchin'
Curved it, my friend in your DM, you curved it
Purchase, you point at anything, I'ma purchase (purchase)
On purpose, I act a certain way on purpose (on purpose)
Surface, I'm more than what you see on the surface (yeah)
I know you got some insecurities, your last man left you scarred (scarred)
I wouldn't change a thing about you, girl
I like you just the way you are (just the way you are)
Gotta move precise, do you got what it takes to be with a star? (With a star)
Tried to make her take a Range Rover, said she'd rather have a regular car (car, oh)
Took you from a small town out to L.A
Now everything feel bizarre (bizarre)
At the wrong time at the right place
Hear the camera go "flash," they gon' know who you are (yeah)
You be passin' every time when I test your morals
Just to see what kind of person you are
I don't got no bad intentions, I don't cap about shit
When I tell you how perfect you are (you're perfect)
Bought you four different color Birkins (yeah)
The way you make me feel, it's worth it
Have me really f*cked up in person
All these drugs that I'm takin' make her nervous (nervous)
Postin' on your story, baby, work it (yeah)
Make it better if my ex-bitch lurkin' (lurkin')
It's workin', if you tryna make her mad, it's workin' (it's workin')
She hurtin', you try to make her sad, she hurtin' (hurtin')
Version, you like her but a lil' better version (version)
Swervin', put the top down, we swervin' (skrrt)
Searchin' for a girl like you, I've been searchin'
Curved it, my friend in your DM, you curved it
Purchase, you point at anything, I'ma purchase (purchase)
On purpose, I act a certain way on purpose (on purpose)
Surface, I'm more than what you see on the surface (yeah, surface)
Got a lot on my plate, girl, I don't got no time for games
I know I look like a heartbreaker with these fast cars and these chains
Lately, I've been heartless, I got XO runnin' through my veins (XO)
But we got a lot in common, almost everything that we do is the same (same)
I can bring the drugs, baby, bring your pain
Take a game changer, everything gon' change
5 A.M, we still up, drivin', sippin' drink
Almost hit the car beside me changin' lanes
Lots of new rappers comin' out with my sound
If I had a bad year, would you hold me down?
Gave you my code to my safe, girl, I trust you with any amount
Bought you four different color Birkins (yeah)
The way you make me feel, it's worth it
Have me really f*cked up in person
All these drugs that I'm takin' make her nervous (nervous)
Postin' on your story, baby, work it (yeah)
Make it better if my ex-bitch lurkin' (lurkin')
It's workin', if you tryna make her mad, it's workin' (it's workin')
She hurtin', you tryna make her sad, she hurtin' (she hurtin')
Version, you like her but a lil' better version (version)
Swervin', put the top down, we swervin' (skrrt)
Searchin' for a girl like you, I've been searchin'
Curved it, my friend in your DM, you curved it
Purchase, you point at anything, I'ma purchase (purchase)
On purpose, I act a certain way on purpose (on purpose)
Surface, I'm more than what you see on the surface (yeah)
Writer: Andreas Breuer, Andrew Kenneth Franklin, Navraj Goraya, Nima Jahanbin, Paimon Jahanbin
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Overdose
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh (yeah)
Tryna cover pain up buyin' all these things
Lately I been feeling like it's something missing (oh, missing)
Lately it's a problem every time the phone ring (ring, ring)
Can't help everybody, gotta do my own thing (yeah)
Wish that when I die could change my batteries
Can't believe I thought about a salary (yeah)
Love my fans, they get everything outta me
But when I get depressed, no one can help me (help me)
Don't know why they hate me since I came on the scene
Don't nobody know what it feel like to be me (whoa)
They be so naive, it's easy fooling family
They think I'm happy just 'cause they see me on TV (yeah)
Three years ago these bitches weren't f*ckin' with me (with me)
When she said she love me, yeah, it's hard to believe
I think she just in love with who I'm destined to be (whoa, yeah)
If I wasn't getting checks, nobody checking for me
Xannies had me comatose (yeah)
And it was all my problem's fault (my problem's fault)
Sometimes I hope I overdose (overdose)
Just to get all of my problems solved
Gotta get my brothers out the cage (cage)
And don't care what it cost
All my brothers on the same page
Nobody takin' orders, everyone a boss (yeah)
I was sellin' weed on foot (on foot)
I trapped the soles of my Jordans off
Somebody from my hood just got took
And I still feel like I should get involved
I ain't tryna give into the pain
But it's getting hard stayin' strong
You wonder why I be takin' all these things
I been stressed, but not for too long
Thumbs hurtin', I been countin' hunnids all day
Workin' hard so I go hard when it's time to play
With XO all your dreams come true, you know you gettin' paid
Abel went and got a different car for everyday
Bitches love us so much, my assistant getting laid
Diamonds need psychologist, they going insane
My jeweler told me that he want like thirty for the chain
Told him send the invoice, I ain't sweating over petty change
Happiness gon' come and go, it balance with the pain
People know I'm smart, they always tryna pick my brain
Didn't cheat, but I still cracked the code to the game
My DNA got "go and get it" running through my veins
Celebrating every time I'm making big cake
We was smoking backwoods full of roaches and shake
Now we buy another pound every seven days
Got everyone a Visa, book a jet to LA
Xannies had me comatose (yeah)
And it was all my problem's fault (my problem's fault)
Sometimes I hope I overdose (overdose)
Just to get all of my problems solved
Gotta get my brothers out the cage (cage)
And don't care what it cost
All my brothers on the same page
Nobody takin' orders, everyone a boss (yeah)
I was sellin' weed on foot (on foot)
I trapped the soles of my Jordans off
Somebody from my hood just got took
And I still feel like I should get involved
I ain't tryna give into the pain
But it's getting hard stayin' strong
You wonder why I be takin' all these things
I been stressed, but not for too long
Oh, oh, oh (yeah)
Tryna cover pain up buyin' all these things
Lately I been feeling like it's something missing (oh, missing)
Lately it's a problem every time the phone ring (ring, ring)
Can't help everybody, gotta do my own thing (yeah)
Wish that when I die could change my batteries
Can't believe I thought about a salary (yeah)
Love my fans, they get everything outta me
But when I get depressed, no one can help me (help me)
Don't know why they hate me since I came on the scene
Don't nobody know what it feel like to be me (whoa)
They be so naive, it's easy fooling family
They think I'm happy just 'cause they see me on TV (yeah)
Three years ago these bitches weren't f*ckin' with me (with me)
When she said she love me, yeah, it's hard to believe
I think she just in love with who I'm destined to be (whoa, yeah)
If I wasn't getting checks, nobody checking for me
Xannies had me comatose (yeah)
And it was all my problem's fault (my problem's fault)
Sometimes I hope I overdose (overdose)
Just to get all of my problems solved
Gotta get my brothers out the cage (cage)
And don't care what it cost
All my brothers on the same page
Nobody takin' orders, everyone a boss (yeah)
I was sellin' weed on foot (on foot)
I trapped the soles of my Jordans off
Somebody from my hood just got took
And I still feel like I should get involved
I ain't tryna give into the pain
But it's getting hard stayin' strong
You wonder why I be takin' all these things
I been stressed, but not for too long
Thumbs hurtin', I been countin' hunnids all day
Workin' hard so I go hard when it's time to play
With XO all your dreams come true, you know you gettin' paid
Abel went and got a different car for everyday
Bitches love us so much, my assistant getting laid
Diamonds need psychologist, they going insane
My jeweler told me that he want like thirty for the chain
Told him send the invoice, I ain't sweating over petty change
Happiness gon' come and go, it balance with the pain
People know I'm smart, they always tryna pick my brain
Didn't cheat, but I still cracked the code to the game
My DNA got "go and get it" running through my veins
Celebrating every time I'm making big cake
We was smoking backwoods full of roaches and shake
Now we buy another pound every seven days
Got everyone a Visa, book a jet to LA
Xannies had me comatose (yeah)
And it was all my problem's fault (my problem's fault)
Sometimes I hope I overdose (overdose)
Just to get all of my problems solved
Gotta get my brothers out the cage (cage)
And don't care what it cost
All my brothers on the same page
Nobody takin' orders, everyone a boss (yeah)
I was sellin' weed on foot (on foot)
I trapped the soles of my Jordans off
Somebody from my hood just got took
And I still feel like I should get involved
I ain't tryna give into the pain
But it's getting hard stayin' strong
You wonder why I be takin' all these things
I been stressed, but not for too long
Writer: Andrew Kenneth Franklin, Joe Hodges, Navraj Goraya
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Did You Wrong
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
I'm sorry that I did you wrong (you wrong)
I'm indecisive, I don't know what I want (what I want)
It's really hard to make it out where I'm from (whoa)
Still can't believe that I went number one (yeah)
Now I got too many options (yeah)
I can't pick what I wanna do
Every flavor girl callin' (yeah)
But the only one I want is you (you)
Do whatever for a smile on your face
Presidential Rollie, keep you up to date
Bought you everything you want, what you need?
Drive a V12 and you don't even speed
I confuse you, you don't know what to believe
When I explain myself, I'm lyin' through my teeth (yeah)
Girl, I need one more chance
Got a lot of bitches 'round me I can't stand
Made my schedule flexible, I'll changed my plans
Girl, tell me what you want me to do
The only one I trust, I count on you
I got lit, these bitches came out the blue (out the blue)
I'm sorry that I did you wrong (you wrong)
I'm indecisive, I don't know what I want (what I want)
It's really hard to make it out where I'm from (whoa)
Still can't believe that I went number one (yeah)
Now I got too many options (yeah)
I can't pick what I wanna do
Every flavor girl callin' (yeah)
But the only one I want is you (you)
I told myself I'll never fall in love
I had to rethink some things
Hope every time you go, you hear my songs in the club (in the club)
And they make you think of me
Think about you all the time, girl, I miss your touch
But you say you don't feel me
I got mob ties everywhere, I can't be touched
But losin' you gon' kill me (kill me)
Only you know the real me
Tryna fix things, you said my times up (times up)
What you tryna tell me?
What about the time we invested? Don't it mean anything?
I'm sorry that I did you wrong (you wrong)
I'm indecisive, I don't know what I want (what I want)
It's really hard to make it out where I'm from (whoa)
Still can't believe that I went number one (yeah)
Now I got too many options (yeah)
I can't pick what I wanna do
Every flavor girl callin' (yeah)
But the only one I want is you (you)
I'm sorry that I did you wrong (you wrong)
I'm indecisive, I don't know what I want (what I want)
It's really hard to make it out where I'm from (whoa)
Still can't believe that I went number one (yeah)
Now I got too many options (yeah)
I can't pick what I wanna do
Every flavor girl callin' (yeah)
But the only one I want is you (you)
Do whatever for a smile on your face
Presidential Rollie, keep you up to date
Bought you everything you want, what you need?
Drive a V12 and you don't even speed
I confuse you, you don't know what to believe
When I explain myself, I'm lyin' through my teeth (yeah)
Girl, I need one more chance
Got a lot of bitches 'round me I can't stand
Made my schedule flexible, I'll changed my plans
Girl, tell me what you want me to do
The only one I trust, I count on you
I got lit, these bitches came out the blue (out the blue)
I'm sorry that I did you wrong (you wrong)
I'm indecisive, I don't know what I want (what I want)
It's really hard to make it out where I'm from (whoa)
Still can't believe that I went number one (yeah)
Now I got too many options (yeah)
I can't pick what I wanna do
Every flavor girl callin' (yeah)
But the only one I want is you (you)
I told myself I'll never fall in love
I had to rethink some things
Hope every time you go, you hear my songs in the club (in the club)
And they make you think of me
Think about you all the time, girl, I miss your touch
But you say you don't feel me
I got mob ties everywhere, I can't be touched
But losin' you gon' kill me (kill me)
Only you know the real me
Tryna fix things, you said my times up (times up)
What you tryna tell me?
What about the time we invested? Don't it mean anything?
I'm sorry that I did you wrong (you wrong)
I'm indecisive, I don't know what I want (what I want)
It's really hard to make it out where I'm from (whoa)
Still can't believe that I went number one (yeah)
Now I got too many options (yeah)
I can't pick what I wanna do
Every flavor girl callin' (yeah)
But the only one I want is you (you)
Writer: Dijon Isaiah McFarlane, Navraj Goraya
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
My Space
We ain't returning shit, so we don't need receipts (no)
Don't wanna know what I spent, the total's scary (yeah)
I done bought you everything in CC (CC)
Murakami Louis bag with the cherries (whoa)
You don't understand, I said I need my space (whoa)
Why you all up in my face? (Whoa)
You'll take me a lifetime to replace (whoa)
Goin' fast, I can't slow down my pace (whoa)
I give you a lot of things, but I can't give you what you want
Got you a lot of rings, I still won't make you number one
Can't tell the truth, I keep on lyin', I can't help it
I always put myself first, you say I'm selfish
Since I got some change, I can't lie, my feelings changed (changed)
If I had a choice, I'd trade the money for the fame
Are you down to make this work with me or not? (Or not)
I'm always workin', I can't let them take my spot
I ain't felt this bad in so long
Especially when the backend comin' in strong
I don't need shit from you, just need your loyalty (loyalty)
Then you'll get whatever you want, put a Bentley B on your key
We ain't returning shit, so we don't need receipts (no receipts)
Don't wanna know what I spent, the total's scary (oh-oh)
I done bought you everything in CC
Murakami Louis bag with the cherries (yeah)
You don't understand, I said I need my space (space)
Why you all up in my face? (Face)
You'll take me a lifetime to replace ('place)
Goin' fast, I can't slow down my pace (whoa)
You say I don't do nothin' for you (for you)
And in the end it's all my fault, I spoiled you (spoiled you)
Don't make me start to think you don't deserve me (deserve me)
When I wake up, I think 'bout you, the first thing (first thing)
I'm tryna clean up my mess (my mess)
You told me, "Step it up," say less (say less)
Try to text, you leavin' me on read (on read)
If I pop two Percs, my pain is dead (is dead)
I struggled tryna make you understand (understand)
Please don't make me have a change of plans
Guess I ain't got what it takes to be your man
Tryna hide the fact I hope this never ends
We ain't returning shit, so we don't need receipts (no receipts)
Don't wanna know what I spent, the total's scary (oh-oh)
I done bought you everything in CC (CC)
Murakami Louis bag with the cherries (yeah)
You don't understand, I said I need my space (space)
Why you all up in my face? (Face)
You'll take me a lifetime to replace ('place)
Goin' fast, I can't slow down my pace (whoa)
Don't wanna know what I spent, the total's scary (yeah)
I done bought you everything in CC (CC)
Murakami Louis bag with the cherries (whoa)
You don't understand, I said I need my space (whoa)
Why you all up in my face? (Whoa)
You'll take me a lifetime to replace (whoa)
Goin' fast, I can't slow down my pace (whoa)
I give you a lot of things, but I can't give you what you want
Got you a lot of rings, I still won't make you number one
Can't tell the truth, I keep on lyin', I can't help it
I always put myself first, you say I'm selfish
Since I got some change, I can't lie, my feelings changed (changed)
If I had a choice, I'd trade the money for the fame
Are you down to make this work with me or not? (Or not)
I'm always workin', I can't let them take my spot
I ain't felt this bad in so long
Especially when the backend comin' in strong
I don't need shit from you, just need your loyalty (loyalty)
Then you'll get whatever you want, put a Bentley B on your key
We ain't returning shit, so we don't need receipts (no receipts)
Don't wanna know what I spent, the total's scary (oh-oh)
I done bought you everything in CC
Murakami Louis bag with the cherries (yeah)
You don't understand, I said I need my space (space)
Why you all up in my face? (Face)
You'll take me a lifetime to replace ('place)
Goin' fast, I can't slow down my pace (whoa)
You say I don't do nothin' for you (for you)
And in the end it's all my fault, I spoiled you (spoiled you)
Don't make me start to think you don't deserve me (deserve me)
When I wake up, I think 'bout you, the first thing (first thing)
I'm tryna clean up my mess (my mess)
You told me, "Step it up," say less (say less)
Try to text, you leavin' me on read (on read)
If I pop two Percs, my pain is dead (is dead)
I struggled tryna make you understand (understand)
Please don't make me have a change of plans
Guess I ain't got what it takes to be your man
Tryna hide the fact I hope this never ends
We ain't returning shit, so we don't need receipts (no receipts)
Don't wanna know what I spent, the total's scary (oh-oh)
I done bought you everything in CC (CC)
Murakami Louis bag with the cherries (yeah)
You don't understand, I said I need my space (space)
Why you all up in my face? (Face)
You'll take me a lifetime to replace ('place)
Goin' fast, I can't slow down my pace (whoa)
Writer: Andrew Franklin, Dejan Nikolic, Navraj Goraya
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
No Ice
Ridin' 'round your block, we slidin' late night, yeah (yeah)
See a five pack, we takin' at least four lives, yeah (pew, pew, pew, pew)
Ain't talkin' about exhaust when I say we got four pipes, yeah (brr)
My city feel like Chiraq, gotta keep my pole tight, yeah (yeah)
Got Perico the color middle of a Klondike (Perico)
And God knows I'm ridin' with my bro if he wrong or right (yeah, yeah)
When I go back to the block I grew up on and roll dice
I don't create no hierarchy, pull up with no ice (yeah)
I won't rob nobody, I believe in karma (no)
But it's off with his head if he try to harm us
I'm a handyman, nails inside my hammer (yes, sir)
Kick like Jackie Chan, but it ain't on camera
Schools, they kicked us out 'stead of tryna understand us
I pulled up to class, no bookbag and no pencil
Made my bro a hundred K cash, everything I do is stand-up
If I ain't do it, then nobody would, I had to man up (man up)
My brother hit a lick for thirty bricks, coke price went up
Gotta keep a wham-bam, righthand man tried to set him up
And the way that Flex used to cook the work, swear he had the magic touch
It blew my mind when it bounced back and half the shit was cut
Heart racin', hit a lick, hurry up, put it in the trunk (shh)
Are you dumb? Roll the window down and throw out your gloves
Go up north and burn the car 'til everything is gone
Streets be talking, they don't know who did it, but not for long (let's go)
Ridin' 'round your block, we slidin' late night, yeah (yeah)
See a five pack, we takin' at least four lives, yeah (pew, pew, pew, pew)
Ain't talkin' about exhaust when I say we got four pipes, yeah (brr)
My city feel like Chiraq, gotta keep my pole tight, yeah (yeah)
Got Perico the color middle of a Klondike (Perico)
And God knows I'm ridin' with my bro if he wrong or right (yeah, yeah)
When I go back to the block I grew up on and roll dice
I don't create no hierarchy, pull up with no ice (yeah)
I go buy that Spider apparel, I feel like a tarantula (like a tarantula)
Go to Toronto, link with the killers 'cause I can't bring no gun to Canada (bring no guns)
Money and guns, et cetera (money and guns, et cetera)
Why they be thinking they 'head of us? (Why they be thinking they 'head of us?)
You stunt and you flex and you add it up (yeah)
Got robbed, but your homie had set it up
Don't stop at your boundaries
That's how niggas die in the streets (how niggas die in the streets)
These niggas is hoes, these niggas is hoes
That's how it sound to me (how it sound to me)
Look who you look up to, look who you honor
But them niggas clowns to me (niggas clowns to me)
Know a nigga who served the city, now he sell pounds of weed (yeah, yeah)
I done seen him take so many drugs, then say his body numb
I done seen the littlest nigga walk around with a Tommy gun (Tommy gun)
He couldn't get no good time for his case, he was fightin' bodily harm (bodily harm)
Once you hit the fed system, just know your body marked
Went inside that crib, got thirty years, I had a silent alarm
It don't mean he got no bag 'cause he got an icy arm (yeah, yeah)
Let them niggas name they own weed, that's why the price is wrong
Definition of my brother, ridin' right or wrong, oh
Ridin' 'round your block, we slidin' late night, yeah (yeah)
See a five pack, we takin' at least four lives, yeah (pew, pew, pew, pew)
Ain't talkin' about exhaust when I say we got four pipes, yeah (brr)
My city feel like Chiraq, gotta keep my pole tight, yeah (yeah)
Got Perico the color middle of a Klondike (Perico)
And God knows I'm ridin' with my bro if he wrong or right (yeah, yeah)
When I go back to the block I grew up on and roll dice
I don't create no hierarchy, pull up with no ice (yeah)
See a five pack, we takin' at least four lives, yeah (pew, pew, pew, pew)
Ain't talkin' about exhaust when I say we got four pipes, yeah (brr)
My city feel like Chiraq, gotta keep my pole tight, yeah (yeah)
Got Perico the color middle of a Klondike (Perico)
And God knows I'm ridin' with my bro if he wrong or right (yeah, yeah)
When I go back to the block I grew up on and roll dice
I don't create no hierarchy, pull up with no ice (yeah)
I won't rob nobody, I believe in karma (no)
But it's off with his head if he try to harm us
I'm a handyman, nails inside my hammer (yes, sir)
Kick like Jackie Chan, but it ain't on camera
Schools, they kicked us out 'stead of tryna understand us
I pulled up to class, no bookbag and no pencil
Made my bro a hundred K cash, everything I do is stand-up
If I ain't do it, then nobody would, I had to man up (man up)
My brother hit a lick for thirty bricks, coke price went up
Gotta keep a wham-bam, righthand man tried to set him up
And the way that Flex used to cook the work, swear he had the magic touch
It blew my mind when it bounced back and half the shit was cut
Heart racin', hit a lick, hurry up, put it in the trunk (shh)
Are you dumb? Roll the window down and throw out your gloves
Go up north and burn the car 'til everything is gone
Streets be talking, they don't know who did it, but not for long (let's go)
Ridin' 'round your block, we slidin' late night, yeah (yeah)
See a five pack, we takin' at least four lives, yeah (pew, pew, pew, pew)
Ain't talkin' about exhaust when I say we got four pipes, yeah (brr)
My city feel like Chiraq, gotta keep my pole tight, yeah (yeah)
Got Perico the color middle of a Klondike (Perico)
And God knows I'm ridin' with my bro if he wrong or right (yeah, yeah)
When I go back to the block I grew up on and roll dice
I don't create no hierarchy, pull up with no ice (yeah)
I go buy that Spider apparel, I feel like a tarantula (like a tarantula)
Go to Toronto, link with the killers 'cause I can't bring no gun to Canada (bring no guns)
Money and guns, et cetera (money and guns, et cetera)
Why they be thinking they 'head of us? (Why they be thinking they 'head of us?)
You stunt and you flex and you add it up (yeah)
Got robbed, but your homie had set it up
Don't stop at your boundaries
That's how niggas die in the streets (how niggas die in the streets)
These niggas is hoes, these niggas is hoes
That's how it sound to me (how it sound to me)
Look who you look up to, look who you honor
But them niggas clowns to me (niggas clowns to me)
Know a nigga who served the city, now he sell pounds of weed (yeah, yeah)
I done seen him take so many drugs, then say his body numb
I done seen the littlest nigga walk around with a Tommy gun (Tommy gun)
He couldn't get no good time for his case, he was fightin' bodily harm (bodily harm)
Once you hit the fed system, just know your body marked
Went inside that crib, got thirty years, I had a silent alarm
It don't mean he got no bag 'cause he got an icy arm (yeah, yeah)
Let them niggas name they own weed, that's why the price is wrong
Definition of my brother, ridin' right or wrong, oh
Ridin' 'round your block, we slidin' late night, yeah (yeah)
See a five pack, we takin' at least four lives, yeah (pew, pew, pew, pew)
Ain't talkin' about exhaust when I say we got four pipes, yeah (brr)
My city feel like Chiraq, gotta keep my pole tight, yeah (yeah)
Got Perico the color middle of a Klondike (Perico)
And God knows I'm ridin' with my bro if he wrong or right (yeah, yeah)
When I go back to the block I grew up on and roll dice
I don't create no hierarchy, pull up with no ice (yeah)
Writer: Amir Esmailian, Andrew Franklin, Durk Banks, Dylan Cleary-Krell, Navraj Goraya, Sugar-Ray Henry
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, DRISTANTA MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, DRISTANTA MUSIC
Proud of Me
Life is a game, God gave me good cards, I'm gambling, going all in
On the road to getting everything that I wanted, lost a lot of so-called friends
Chains jingling, got her wet like a pool, I'ma go ahead and dive in
Always rolling, they be looking at me like a fool when I tell 'em that I'm driving
Grab myself a cup, put a little batch in, sit back and watch the shit dissolve (dissolve)
More money, more problems, but I got a lot of problems that money could solve
Riding with a stick, gotta get an eighty-five percent tint when I get a new car
Came up quick, had to watch who I'm with
When they started lookin' at me like a star
You should just focus on yourself
I don't know why you're worried about me
Speeding with no seat belt, so high, I don't hear the beeps (skrrt)
I like to move by myself, so I gotta keep a stick on me
My comments be full of hate, I'm just tryna fulfill my dreams
I just hope you proud of me now
Hope you proud of me now
All you had to do was stay down
You should've stayed down
Look at this drip that I found
This brand I can barely pronounce
It's cool you didn't believe in me
I just hope that you proud of me now (yeah)
Every time that you see me, diamonds hittin' home runs, batter up
I'm up now, give a f*ck about who they say is next up
I seen money turn friends to enemies, so I don't know who to trust
Bitch I worked hard, ten years for this shit
Don't you dare try to write it off as luck (yeah)
Did everything on my own, any time I had a problem, I figured it out
New rappers sound like my clones
You would swear it was me when they open they mouth
Lately, I feel like the bad bitches comin' every time that I'm steppin' out
Lately, I feel like the hottest currency in the world right now is the clout
All my real friends know if I ain't pickin' up my phone
Probably 'cause I been high all day
A lot of people did a lot of things that they said they wouldn't do
Now I'm startin' to lose my faith
Find out he a snitch, he ain't wanna do the time
When he got locked, started tellin' right away
I ain't comin' down, I ain't lonely at the top
When you look up, I hope you proud of me
You should just focus on yourself
I don't know why you're worried about me (don't worry about me)
Speeding with no seat belt, so high
I don't hear the beeps (I don't hear the beep)
I like to move by myself
So I gotta keep a stick on me (gotta keep a stick)
My comments be full of hate
I'm just tryna fulfill my dreams (my dreams)
I just hope you proud of me now
Hope you proud of me now
All you had to do was stay down (should've stayed down)
You should've stayed down (yeah)
Look at this drip that I found
This brand I can barely pronounce (that drip, yeah)
It's cool you didn't believe in me
I just hope that you proud of me now
On the road to getting everything that I wanted, lost a lot of so-called friends
Chains jingling, got her wet like a pool, I'ma go ahead and dive in
Always rolling, they be looking at me like a fool when I tell 'em that I'm driving
Grab myself a cup, put a little batch in, sit back and watch the shit dissolve (dissolve)
More money, more problems, but I got a lot of problems that money could solve
Riding with a stick, gotta get an eighty-five percent tint when I get a new car
Came up quick, had to watch who I'm with
When they started lookin' at me like a star
You should just focus on yourself
I don't know why you're worried about me
Speeding with no seat belt, so high, I don't hear the beeps (skrrt)
I like to move by myself, so I gotta keep a stick on me
My comments be full of hate, I'm just tryna fulfill my dreams
I just hope you proud of me now
Hope you proud of me now
All you had to do was stay down
You should've stayed down
Look at this drip that I found
This brand I can barely pronounce
It's cool you didn't believe in me
I just hope that you proud of me now (yeah)
Every time that you see me, diamonds hittin' home runs, batter up
I'm up now, give a f*ck about who they say is next up
I seen money turn friends to enemies, so I don't know who to trust
Bitch I worked hard, ten years for this shit
Don't you dare try to write it off as luck (yeah)
Did everything on my own, any time I had a problem, I figured it out
New rappers sound like my clones
You would swear it was me when they open they mouth
Lately, I feel like the bad bitches comin' every time that I'm steppin' out
Lately, I feel like the hottest currency in the world right now is the clout
All my real friends know if I ain't pickin' up my phone
Probably 'cause I been high all day
A lot of people did a lot of things that they said they wouldn't do
Now I'm startin' to lose my faith
Find out he a snitch, he ain't wanna do the time
When he got locked, started tellin' right away
I ain't comin' down, I ain't lonely at the top
When you look up, I hope you proud of me
You should just focus on yourself
I don't know why you're worried about me (don't worry about me)
Speeding with no seat belt, so high
I don't hear the beeps (I don't hear the beep)
I like to move by myself
So I gotta keep a stick on me (gotta keep a stick)
My comments be full of hate
I'm just tryna fulfill my dreams (my dreams)
I just hope you proud of me now
Hope you proud of me now
All you had to do was stay down (should've stayed down)
You should've stayed down (yeah)
Look at this drip that I found
This brand I can barely pronounce (that drip, yeah)
It's cool you didn't believe in me
I just hope that you proud of me now
Writer: Andrew Kenneth Franklin, Christoph Bauss, Luca Starz, Navraj Singh Goraya, Philipp Rodrian, Tim Friedrich
Copyright: Lyrics © Freibank Musikverlags und vermarktungs GmbH, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Freibank Musikverlags und vermarktungs GmbH, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network