Man what the hell goin' on, it's Don Quan, man
I know y'all folk been waitin' on this shit
But y'all ain't gotta wait no more, you know?
First we killed you with the Pimpin' Ain't Easy
Then we killed you with the Glocks and Thots
Now with the SANDAS. Suck a nigga dick or somethin', ya know?
All that type of shit, man, believe it
SahBabii - Saaheem Album Lyrics
SahBabii - Saaheem Lyrics
Writer: Saaheem Valdery
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Viking
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (mm)
Yeah (hmm), yeah (hmm), yeah (hmm), yeah (hmm)
Yeah, workin' that stick out the back of that truck, get feisty (feisty)
Tatted they face like he Gucci Mane, nigga, went "Brr" and I made 'em icy (I made 'em icy)
I give a f*ck who like me (who like me)
Go walk it off, my nigga go hikin' (go hikin')
Purple Trackhawk with the yellow Brembos, I'm catchin' them plays like a Viking
Ridin' down Old Nat, lookin' for pussy, man, one in the head on my rifle
This whore is a gnat, yeah she gon' set him up
She tryna show that she like me (show that she like me)
My boy down the road cut a nigga neck, I swear he can knock down a Titan
I'm all in they mouth, chewin' me up, I made a new flavor with Trident (Trident)
All the presidents I love dead, what a nigga mean, vote Joe Biden?
I stand on a briefcase, big ol' AK, nigga, we don't do no hidin'
This ho real bad, her nigga a lame, so lil' shawty got a A-minus
Come f*ck with a check, Verizon
Have her best friend to tell her no, Bryson
That pussy got power, a bison (bison)
Someone get a towel and wipe 'em (wipe 'em)
I'm stackin' these racks, Eiffel (Eiffel)
Lil' shawty, she nasty, triflin' (triflin')
Yeah, workin' that stick out the back of that truck, get feisty (feisty)
Tatted they face like he Gucci Mane, nigga, went "Brr" and I made 'em icy (I made 'em icy)
I give a f*ck who like me (who like me)
Go walk it off, my nigga go hikin' (go hikin')
Purple Trackhawk with the yellow Brembos, I'm catchin' them plays like a Viking
Ridin' down Old Nat, lookin' for pussy, man, one in the head on my rifle
This whore is a gnat, yeah she gon' set him up
She tryna show that she like me (show that she like me)
My boy down the road cut a nigga neck, I swear he can knock down a Titan
I'm all in they mouth, chewin' me up, I made a new flavor with Trident (Trident)
Say they f*ckin' with me, a nigga like, "Who? When? Where?"
Say that they f*cked me, a nigga like, "Who? When? Where?"
Say they gon' touch me, nigga, I triple dog dare
Pop out up on they street and I swear it's all stares
I got a bitch on the block, she livin' that block life, throwin' up gang signs (gang, gang)
Holdin' my guns, she thinkin' it's fun, I'm finna put the ho on mainline (bang, bang)
Everybody cross my gang, you wanna be gang, you gotta get tatted (tatted)
Dropped out of school, but he a fool, when it come to mathematics (big bags)
Gave him the swag, now he hooked, nigga a crack addict (a crack addict)
Nigga want smoke, then what's up? Take a crack at it (yeah)
Yeah, workin' that stick out the back of that truck, get feisty (feisty)
Tatted they face like he Gucci Mane, nigga, went "Brr" and I made 'em icy (I made 'em icy)
I give a f*ck who like me (who like me)
Go walk it off, my nigga go hikin' (go hikin')
Purple Trackhawk with the yellow Brembos, I'm catchin' them plays like a Viking
Ridin' down Old Nat, lookin' for pussy, man, one in the head on my rifle
This whore is a gnat, yeah she gon' set him up
She tryna show that she like me (show that she like me)
My boy down the road cut a nigga neck, I swear he can knock down a Titan
I'm all in they mouth, chewin' me up, I made a new flavor with Trident (Trident)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (mm)
Yeah (hmm), yeah (hmm), yeah (hmm), yeah (hmm)
Yeah, workin' that stick out the back of that truck, get feisty (feisty)
Tatted they face like he Gucci Mane, nigga, went "Brr" and I made 'em icy (I made 'em icy)
I give a f*ck who like me (who like me)
Go walk it off, my nigga go hikin' (go hikin')
Purple Trackhawk with the yellow Brembos, I'm catchin' them plays like a Viking
Ridin' down Old Nat, lookin' for pussy, man, one in the head on my rifle
This whore is a gnat, yeah she gon' set him up
She tryna show that she like me (show that she like me)
My boy down the road cut a nigga neck, I swear he can knock down a Titan
I'm all in they mouth, chewin' me up, I made a new flavor with Trident (Trident)
All the presidents I love dead, what a nigga mean, vote Joe Biden?
I stand on a briefcase, big ol' AK, nigga, we don't do no hidin'
This ho real bad, her nigga a lame, so lil' shawty got a A-minus
Come f*ck with a check, Verizon
Have her best friend to tell her no, Bryson
That pussy got power, a bison (bison)
Someone get a towel and wipe 'em (wipe 'em)
I'm stackin' these racks, Eiffel (Eiffel)
Lil' shawty, she nasty, triflin' (triflin')
Yeah, workin' that stick out the back of that truck, get feisty (feisty)
Tatted they face like he Gucci Mane, nigga, went "Brr" and I made 'em icy (I made 'em icy)
I give a f*ck who like me (who like me)
Go walk it off, my nigga go hikin' (go hikin')
Purple Trackhawk with the yellow Brembos, I'm catchin' them plays like a Viking
Ridin' down Old Nat, lookin' for pussy, man, one in the head on my rifle
This whore is a gnat, yeah she gon' set him up
She tryna show that she like me (show that she like me)
My boy down the road cut a nigga neck, I swear he can knock down a Titan
I'm all in they mouth, chewin' me up, I made a new flavor with Trident (Trident)
Say they f*ckin' with me, a nigga like, "Who? When? Where?"
Say that they f*cked me, a nigga like, "Who? When? Where?"
Say they gon' touch me, nigga, I triple dog dare
Pop out up on they street and I swear it's all stares
I got a bitch on the block, she livin' that block life, throwin' up gang signs (gang, gang)
Holdin' my guns, she thinkin' it's fun, I'm finna put the ho on mainline (bang, bang)
Everybody cross my gang, you wanna be gang, you gotta get tatted (tatted)
Dropped out of school, but he a fool, when it come to mathematics (big bags)
Gave him the swag, now he hooked, nigga a crack addict (a crack addict)
Nigga want smoke, then what's up? Take a crack at it (yeah)
Yeah, workin' that stick out the back of that truck, get feisty (feisty)
Tatted they face like he Gucci Mane, nigga, went "Brr" and I made 'em icy (I made 'em icy)
I give a f*ck who like me (who like me)
Go walk it off, my nigga go hikin' (go hikin')
Purple Trackhawk with the yellow Brembos, I'm catchin' them plays like a Viking
Ridin' down Old Nat, lookin' for pussy, man, one in the head on my rifle
This whore is a gnat, yeah she gon' set him up
She tryna show that she like me (show that she like me)
My boy down the road cut a nigga neck, I swear he can knock down a Titan
I'm all in they mouth, chewin' me up, I made a new flavor with Trident (Trident)
Writer: Amman Nurani, Dilip Venkatesh, Jordan Martin, Saaheem Valdery
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Roll Wit Me
I'm like a
I'm like a walkin' store (I'm like a walkin' store)
I'm like a
Bitch, I'm a walkin' store
Bitch, I'm a, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I'm a walkin' store
Bitch, I'm a, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I'm a walkin' store
Aldi's (Aldi's)
Wendy's (wendy's)
Walgreens (Walgreens)
Tall trees (tall trees), ballin' (ballin'), Yao Ming
Yao Ming (yeah), Yao
They ain't wanna let a nigga in (let a nigga in)
They talkin' bout' Chow Mein (talkin' bout' Chow Mein)
But we ball like Yao Ming (ball like Yao Ming)
We ball like Yao Ming (ball like Yao Ming)
What the f*ck y'all mean? (What he mean?)
We ball like Lebron Heat
The opps went carnivore (they did?)
Them niggas on straight meat (okay)
They claim to be watchin' me (they claim to be watchin' me)
Them niggas got floor seats (them niggas got floor seats)
I call this shit hard seats, ain't watchin' no nigga from the nosebleeds
I'm like, "Ho, please," I ain't choose the game, it chose me
Feel like Soulja Slim with a 'K on my shoulder and gold teeth (brrt, brrt)
My hoe bad (bad), nigga, that's GOAT talk (GOAT talk)
I get that bag, nigga that's golf talk (golf talk)
Nigga, I don't want your ho, I just took her throat off (comin')
These bullets so hot, I make a nigga take his coat off (believe me)
When I was walkin', you ain't stroll with me (stroll with me)
F*ck that talkin', if I'm right or wrong, nigga, roll with me (skrrt, skrrt)
How you got your hand out, you never slept on no floor with me (no floor)
Same blood type everywhere I go, I got my bros with me (my bros)
Yeah, BBL racks, nigga, no Diddy (yeah, yeah)
Rainbow diamonds, nigga, no Diddy
Stepped on who? Nigga, no, you didn't (no, you didn't)
Turned down who? Bitch, who you kiddin'? (Who you kiddin'?)
You heard what? Nigga, no, you didn't (No, you didn't)
You started what? Nigga, no, you didn't (no, you didn't)
We did it first, yeah, for sure you didn't (fo' sho', fo' sho')
Set up a fight with Gervonta "Tank" Davis, my diamonds be hittin' (my diamonds be hittin')
My young nigga need a FN, every time we catch a opp, he out here spinnin' (spinnin')
Beef with yo' pussy ass, that's a waste of time, I'm late for dinner (late for dinner)
I been doin' this shit for a long time, these pussy ass niggas beginners (yeah)
Your bitch got thighs, she want a nigga that's winnin', I call her Mrs. Winners (Mrs. Winners)
She on the eastside, I put her on the side, she hopped in the car and was grinnin' (grinnin')
We in the condo, I'm deep in a ho, I'm tall I feel like a center (Jokic)
But I can't post up with 'em (uh-uh), I ain't got no trust for her (uh-uh)
I ain't got no time for her (no time), neck cologne, Tom Ford (believe it)
F*ck you and all your homeboys (f*ck 'em), niggas at home, bored (f*ck 'em)
Had to run it up, had no choice (no choice)
I do this shit for the ones with no voice
It's up now (up now), it's up and it's stuck now (stuck now)
We don't give a f*ck now (f*ck now)
When I was walkin', you ain't stroll with me (stroll with me)
F*ck that talkin', if I'm right or wrong, nigga, roll with me (skrrt, skrrt)
How you got your hand out, you never slept on no floor with me (no floor)
Same blood type everywhere I go, I got my bros with me (my bros)
Yeah, BBL racks, nigga, no Diddy (yeah, yeah)
Rainbow diamonds, nigga, no Diddy
Stepped on who? Nigga, no, you didn't (no, you didn't)
Turned down who? Bitch, who you kiddin'? (Who you kiddin'?)
You heard what? Nigga, no, you didn't (No, you didn't)
You started what? Nigga, no, you didn't (no, you didn't)
We did it first, yeah, for sure you didn't (fo' sho', fo' sho')
I'm like a walkin' store (I'm like a walkin' store)
I'm like a
Bitch, I'm a walkin' store
Bitch, I'm a, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I'm a walkin' store
Bitch, I'm a, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I'm a walkin' store
Aldi's (Aldi's)
Wendy's (wendy's)
Walgreens (Walgreens)
Tall trees (tall trees), ballin' (ballin'), Yao Ming
Yao Ming (yeah), Yao
They ain't wanna let a nigga in (let a nigga in)
They talkin' bout' Chow Mein (talkin' bout' Chow Mein)
But we ball like Yao Ming (ball like Yao Ming)
We ball like Yao Ming (ball like Yao Ming)
What the f*ck y'all mean? (What he mean?)
We ball like Lebron Heat
The opps went carnivore (they did?)
Them niggas on straight meat (okay)
They claim to be watchin' me (they claim to be watchin' me)
Them niggas got floor seats (them niggas got floor seats)
I call this shit hard seats, ain't watchin' no nigga from the nosebleeds
I'm like, "Ho, please," I ain't choose the game, it chose me
Feel like Soulja Slim with a 'K on my shoulder and gold teeth (brrt, brrt)
My hoe bad (bad), nigga, that's GOAT talk (GOAT talk)
I get that bag, nigga that's golf talk (golf talk)
Nigga, I don't want your ho, I just took her throat off (comin')
These bullets so hot, I make a nigga take his coat off (believe me)
When I was walkin', you ain't stroll with me (stroll with me)
F*ck that talkin', if I'm right or wrong, nigga, roll with me (skrrt, skrrt)
How you got your hand out, you never slept on no floor with me (no floor)
Same blood type everywhere I go, I got my bros with me (my bros)
Yeah, BBL racks, nigga, no Diddy (yeah, yeah)
Rainbow diamonds, nigga, no Diddy
Stepped on who? Nigga, no, you didn't (no, you didn't)
Turned down who? Bitch, who you kiddin'? (Who you kiddin'?)
You heard what? Nigga, no, you didn't (No, you didn't)
You started what? Nigga, no, you didn't (no, you didn't)
We did it first, yeah, for sure you didn't (fo' sho', fo' sho')
Set up a fight with Gervonta "Tank" Davis, my diamonds be hittin' (my diamonds be hittin')
My young nigga need a FN, every time we catch a opp, he out here spinnin' (spinnin')
Beef with yo' pussy ass, that's a waste of time, I'm late for dinner (late for dinner)
I been doin' this shit for a long time, these pussy ass niggas beginners (yeah)
Your bitch got thighs, she want a nigga that's winnin', I call her Mrs. Winners (Mrs. Winners)
She on the eastside, I put her on the side, she hopped in the car and was grinnin' (grinnin')
We in the condo, I'm deep in a ho, I'm tall I feel like a center (Jokic)
But I can't post up with 'em (uh-uh), I ain't got no trust for her (uh-uh)
I ain't got no time for her (no time), neck cologne, Tom Ford (believe it)
F*ck you and all your homeboys (f*ck 'em), niggas at home, bored (f*ck 'em)
Had to run it up, had no choice (no choice)
I do this shit for the ones with no voice
It's up now (up now), it's up and it's stuck now (stuck now)
We don't give a f*ck now (f*ck now)
When I was walkin', you ain't stroll with me (stroll with me)
F*ck that talkin', if I'm right or wrong, nigga, roll with me (skrrt, skrrt)
How you got your hand out, you never slept on no floor with me (no floor)
Same blood type everywhere I go, I got my bros with me (my bros)
Yeah, BBL racks, nigga, no Diddy (yeah, yeah)
Rainbow diamonds, nigga, no Diddy
Stepped on who? Nigga, no, you didn't (no, you didn't)
Turned down who? Bitch, who you kiddin'? (Who you kiddin'?)
You heard what? Nigga, no, you didn't (No, you didn't)
You started what? Nigga, no, you didn't (no, you didn't)
We did it first, yeah, for sure you didn't (fo' sho', fo' sho')
Writer: Cade Phillip Blodgett, Gian Luca Baba, Jude Daniel Fidel, Oliver Pilot Gaudio, Saaheem Valdery
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Anaconda Livin
Lil' bro he hopped out trim, bankroll on the floor
Know my boy out here trim, car really roar
Man, my bitch she out here trim, she went through the phone
Man, you trim, you trim, I ain't worried bout a bitch leave me 'lone
I been Anaconda livin'
I been plottin' on a million
Come around you gettin' slithered
All these diamonds on me glitter
I been Anaconda livin'
Bout' that paper we blitz you
Hear that supercharged hissin'
Everyday Thanksgiving
I been Anaconda livin', I been Anaconda livin'
I been Anaconda livin', I been Anaconda livin'
I been Anaconda livin', I been Anaconda livin'
I been Anaconda livin', I been Anaconda livin'
I got money on my mind
With them king cobra slimes
In a world full of snakes better get up on the times
Oh shit, he right behind you
KFC, he tryna' fry you
Better stay about that money, put that other shit behind you
Eat or be ate, snake or be snaked
I can't be up on a plate
Bout' my brothers we play
What the f*ck is wait? We take
I move first, you late
Been through this time after time
I got that venom in my fangs
I got that venom in my veins
Ain't sentimental, see the flame
With baby cobras and they tame
World gettin' colder gotta train
I done been f*cked over, I done changed
Some shit that'll rearrange a brain
I be lyin' to these hoes, I really got love for my main
I been Anaconda livin'
I been plottin' on a million
Come around you gettin' slithered
All these diamonds on me glitter
I been Anaconda livin'
Bout' that paper we blitz you
Hear that supercharged hissin'
Everyday Thanksgiving
I been Anaconda livin', I been Anaconda livin'
I been Anaconda livin', I been Anaconda livin'
I been Anaconda livin', I been Anaconda livin'
I been Anaconda livin', I been Anaconda livin'
Know my boy out here trim, car really roar
Man, my bitch she out here trim, she went through the phone
Man, you trim, you trim, I ain't worried bout a bitch leave me 'lone
I been Anaconda livin'
I been plottin' on a million
Come around you gettin' slithered
All these diamonds on me glitter
I been Anaconda livin'
Bout' that paper we blitz you
Hear that supercharged hissin'
Everyday Thanksgiving
I been Anaconda livin', I been Anaconda livin'
I been Anaconda livin', I been Anaconda livin'
I been Anaconda livin', I been Anaconda livin'
I been Anaconda livin', I been Anaconda livin'
I got money on my mind
With them king cobra slimes
In a world full of snakes better get up on the times
Oh shit, he right behind you
KFC, he tryna' fry you
Better stay about that money, put that other shit behind you
Eat or be ate, snake or be snaked
I can't be up on a plate
Bout' my brothers we play
What the f*ck is wait? We take
I move first, you late
Been through this time after time
I got that venom in my fangs
I got that venom in my veins
Ain't sentimental, see the flame
With baby cobras and they tame
World gettin' colder gotta train
I done been f*cked over, I done changed
Some shit that'll rearrange a brain
I be lyin' to these hoes, I really got love for my main
I been Anaconda livin'
I been plottin' on a million
Come around you gettin' slithered
All these diamonds on me glitter
I been Anaconda livin'
Bout' that paper we blitz you
Hear that supercharged hissin'
Everyday Thanksgiving
I been Anaconda livin', I been Anaconda livin'
I been Anaconda livin', I been Anaconda livin'
I been Anaconda livin', I been Anaconda livin'
I been Anaconda livin', I been Anaconda livin'
Writer: Amman Nurani, Dilip Venkatesh, Graham Johnson, Saaheem Valdery
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
All The Way
Yeah
What he-? Huh
I don't know what he' talkin' 'bout, uh
I don't know what he done, huh
I don't know what he' talkin' 'bout
Push up, yeah
Push up, yeah
Push up, yeah
Push up, yeah
Push up, yeah
(Yeah)
If you get knocked down then get up
Viagra pills and a FN I got my dick up
Comin' back for my shit it's a stick up
Set the lick for them hoes tryna pick up
She gon' trick a nigga, she a trickster
Reel a nigga in like a fisher
My ho ass soft like a biscuit
Pop a-
We goin' all the way to the top
We goin' all the way we can't stop (all the way)
Yeah, closed mouths don't get fed (uhn-uhn)
Baby, I'ma say what you thought (say what you thought)
We gon' keep runnin' up that guap (guap)
New year, its a new chop' (new chop')
New year, we got new thoughts (new thoughts)
New year, but this bitch on the same shit (same shit)
New year, but this bitch on some lame shit (lame shit)
New year, but this bitch playin' games (games)
New year, hope my nigga don't change on me
New year, hope my nigga don't change
New year, hope my nigga don't change (don't change)
Yeah, new year, hope my bitches don't change
Yeah, new women, I got some new brain
New water, go get you a drink
New bitch, that's a new set of lips
New year on all of the whips (yeah-yeah)
New Glock, Gen5 on the kit
Blue cheese, that's a new flavor chip
Rap Snacks, bitch, I need me a deal
Same dick, but the new pussy ill
I don't know how that loose pussy feel (feel, feel)
Ex blocked, bitch, I'm chasin' a mil'
F*ck a nigga, eat the smoke from my wheels
Bullets hot, how the f*ck I'ma chill?
Big shit, nothin' 'bout me lil'
Real bitch stand on business in heels
Ibuprofen, poppin' bottles like pills
Aquafina, bitch my diamonds got gills
New year, we gon' upgrade the skills
New year, we gon' cut out the bills
We goin' all the way to the top
We goin' all the way we can't stop (all the way)
Yeah, closed mouths don't get fed (uhn-uhn)
Baby, I'ma say what you thought (say what you thought)
We gon' keep runnin' up that guap (guap)
New year, its a new chop' (new chop')
New year, we got new thoughts (new thoughts)
New year, but this bitch on the same shit (same shit)
Balenciaga my toes
I said the Hail Mary, I went Makaveli, put a diamond ring in my nose
I influenced the influence, can't forget about me, pussy-nigga, we chose
I know these hoes for the streets
I cannot be stingy I'm swappin' out all of these hoes
Showstopper but we gettin' the shows, closed door
Yeah, we takin' it up to the ozone
Sexy bitch in the spot with no clothes on
I'm strokin' her good to them slow songs
Yeah, yeah, whole gang havin' bread, damn near rolled zones
We want money, power, respect
If I got a problem, solve it with a check
We goin' all the way to the top
We goin' all the way we can't stop (all the way)
Yeah, closed mouths don't get fed (uhn-uhn)
Baby, I'ma say what you thought (say what you thought)
We gon' keep runnin' up that guap (guap)
New year, its a new chop' (new chop')
New year, we got new thoughts (new thoughts)
New year, but this bitch on the same shit (same shit)
What he-? Huh
I don't know what he' talkin' 'bout, uh
I don't know what he done, huh
I don't know what he' talkin' 'bout
Push up, yeah
Push up, yeah
Push up, yeah
Push up, yeah
Push up, yeah
(Yeah)
If you get knocked down then get up
Viagra pills and a FN I got my dick up
Comin' back for my shit it's a stick up
Set the lick for them hoes tryna pick up
She gon' trick a nigga, she a trickster
Reel a nigga in like a fisher
My ho ass soft like a biscuit
Pop a-
We goin' all the way to the top
We goin' all the way we can't stop (all the way)
Yeah, closed mouths don't get fed (uhn-uhn)
Baby, I'ma say what you thought (say what you thought)
We gon' keep runnin' up that guap (guap)
New year, its a new chop' (new chop')
New year, we got new thoughts (new thoughts)
New year, but this bitch on the same shit (same shit)
New year, but this bitch on some lame shit (lame shit)
New year, but this bitch playin' games (games)
New year, hope my nigga don't change on me
New year, hope my nigga don't change
New year, hope my nigga don't change (don't change)
Yeah, new year, hope my bitches don't change
Yeah, new women, I got some new brain
New water, go get you a drink
New bitch, that's a new set of lips
New year on all of the whips (yeah-yeah)
New Glock, Gen5 on the kit
Blue cheese, that's a new flavor chip
Rap Snacks, bitch, I need me a deal
Same dick, but the new pussy ill
I don't know how that loose pussy feel (feel, feel)
Ex blocked, bitch, I'm chasin' a mil'
F*ck a nigga, eat the smoke from my wheels
Bullets hot, how the f*ck I'ma chill?
Big shit, nothin' 'bout me lil'
Real bitch stand on business in heels
Ibuprofen, poppin' bottles like pills
Aquafina, bitch my diamonds got gills
New year, we gon' upgrade the skills
New year, we gon' cut out the bills
We goin' all the way to the top
We goin' all the way we can't stop (all the way)
Yeah, closed mouths don't get fed (uhn-uhn)
Baby, I'ma say what you thought (say what you thought)
We gon' keep runnin' up that guap (guap)
New year, its a new chop' (new chop')
New year, we got new thoughts (new thoughts)
New year, but this bitch on the same shit (same shit)
Balenciaga my toes
I said the Hail Mary, I went Makaveli, put a diamond ring in my nose
I influenced the influence, can't forget about me, pussy-nigga, we chose
I know these hoes for the streets
I cannot be stingy I'm swappin' out all of these hoes
Showstopper but we gettin' the shows, closed door
Yeah, we takin' it up to the ozone
Sexy bitch in the spot with no clothes on
I'm strokin' her good to them slow songs
Yeah, yeah, whole gang havin' bread, damn near rolled zones
We want money, power, respect
If I got a problem, solve it with a check
We goin' all the way to the top
We goin' all the way we can't stop (all the way)
Yeah, closed mouths don't get fed (uhn-uhn)
Baby, I'ma say what you thought (say what you thought)
We gon' keep runnin' up that guap (guap)
New year, its a new chop' (new chop')
New year, we got new thoughts (new thoughts)
New year, but this bitch on the same shit (same shit)
Writer: Amman Nurani, Dilip Venkatesh, Kele Cooper, Saaheem Valdery
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
On Film
Come along on this ride, it might be rocky (rocky)
Come along on this ride, it might be rocky (it might rocky, brr, brr)
Come along on this ride, it might be rocky (ooh, it might be rocky)
Come along on this ride, it might be rocky (it might be rocky)
Even through the storm we pursuin' (yeah), doin' (yeah, doin')
You the shit, you let them pussy hoes urine (yeah, uh-huh)
G-Lock thirty-three, I feel like Patrick Ewing (yeah, uh-huh)
I hop up in some fast shit then I go vyoom
Vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom
I f*cked his ho, I put that lil' pussy on film (on film)
What he said? That f*ckboy ain't up in my realm (ain't in my realm)
I'm so cold, go get a coat and some Timbs
I'm on go, can't wait on you, I'm not Tems (I'm not Tems)
I'm breakin' hearts and choppin' off bitches limbs
I control they life, somethin' like Sims (mm, like Sims)
I'm slayin' bitches and sprayin' bitches for real
Raise your hand if you want it, no volunteers (no volunteers)
No equalizer, not equal, kill them, Denzel (Denzel)
You talkin' hoes, money, fashion, we excel (we excel)
Even through the storm we pursuin', doin' (yeah, doin')
You the shit, you let them pussy hoes urine (yeah, yeah)
G-Lock thirty-three, I feel like Patrick Ewing (brr, bih)
I hop up in some fast shit then I go vyoom
Vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom
I f*cked his ho, I put that lil' pussy on film (on film)
What he said? That f*ckboy ain't up in my realm (ain't in my realm)
My ho bad, I think she got a disorder (she got a disorder)
My ho bad, I told her, "Stand in the corner" (told her, "Stand in the corner")
Upload photos, they jealous, that's mental torture (yeah, that's mental torture)
She got 'em scared, she hot, yeah, she scorchin' (scorchin')
Yeah, she want a street nigga, squid, come from the sea, nigga
I do not see, nigga, I don't wanna be niggas (I don't wanna be niggas)
Yeah, I cannot meet with you, I cannot sit with you, I cannot eat with you (I cannot eat)
I go up like a helicopter (helicopter)
Put a nigga ass up for adoption
Small circle, yeah, nigga, f*ck you (f*ck you)
Even through the storm we pursuin', doin' (yeah, doin')
You the shit, you let them pussy hoes urine (yeah, yeah)
G-Lock thirty-three, I feel like Patrick Ewing (Patrick, brr, bih)
I hop up in some fast shit then I go vyoom
Vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom
I f*cked his ho, I put that lil' pussy on film (on film)
What he said? That f*ckboy ain't up in my realm (ain't in my realm)
That f*ckboy ain't in my realm
That f*ckboy ain't in my realm (realm, yeah)
That f*ckboy ain't in my realm (ain't in my realm)
Yeah, these whores ain't in my realm
Come along on this ride, it might be rocky (it might rocky, brr, brr)
Come along on this ride, it might be rocky (ooh, it might be rocky)
Come along on this ride, it might be rocky (it might be rocky)
Even through the storm we pursuin' (yeah), doin' (yeah, doin')
You the shit, you let them pussy hoes urine (yeah, uh-huh)
G-Lock thirty-three, I feel like Patrick Ewing (yeah, uh-huh)
I hop up in some fast shit then I go vyoom
Vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom
I f*cked his ho, I put that lil' pussy on film (on film)
What he said? That f*ckboy ain't up in my realm (ain't in my realm)
I'm so cold, go get a coat and some Timbs
I'm on go, can't wait on you, I'm not Tems (I'm not Tems)
I'm breakin' hearts and choppin' off bitches limbs
I control they life, somethin' like Sims (mm, like Sims)
I'm slayin' bitches and sprayin' bitches for real
Raise your hand if you want it, no volunteers (no volunteers)
No equalizer, not equal, kill them, Denzel (Denzel)
You talkin' hoes, money, fashion, we excel (we excel)
Even through the storm we pursuin', doin' (yeah, doin')
You the shit, you let them pussy hoes urine (yeah, yeah)
G-Lock thirty-three, I feel like Patrick Ewing (brr, bih)
I hop up in some fast shit then I go vyoom
Vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom
I f*cked his ho, I put that lil' pussy on film (on film)
What he said? That f*ckboy ain't up in my realm (ain't in my realm)
My ho bad, I think she got a disorder (she got a disorder)
My ho bad, I told her, "Stand in the corner" (told her, "Stand in the corner")
Upload photos, they jealous, that's mental torture (yeah, that's mental torture)
She got 'em scared, she hot, yeah, she scorchin' (scorchin')
Yeah, she want a street nigga, squid, come from the sea, nigga
I do not see, nigga, I don't wanna be niggas (I don't wanna be niggas)
Yeah, I cannot meet with you, I cannot sit with you, I cannot eat with you (I cannot eat)
I go up like a helicopter (helicopter)
Put a nigga ass up for adoption
Small circle, yeah, nigga, f*ck you (f*ck you)
Even through the storm we pursuin', doin' (yeah, doin')
You the shit, you let them pussy hoes urine (yeah, yeah)
G-Lock thirty-three, I feel like Patrick Ewing (Patrick, brr, bih)
I hop up in some fast shit then I go vyoom
Vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom
I f*cked his ho, I put that lil' pussy on film (on film)
What he said? That f*ckboy ain't up in my realm (ain't in my realm)
That f*ckboy ain't in my realm
That f*ckboy ain't in my realm (realm, yeah)
That f*ckboy ain't in my realm (ain't in my realm)
Yeah, these whores ain't in my realm
Writer: Amman Nurani, Andre Harp, Beck Unruh, Gabriel Berube, Harrison Song, Saaheem Valdery
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Kodak
Yeah
I'm in the-
Racks to the ceilin', whole room green, no CGI (no CGI)
She said I get her pussy wet by lookin' at her, nigga, aphrodisiac (yeah, yeah)
Nigga talkin' drunk, talkin' all this talk, nigga on cognac (cognac)
Bust a nigga in his shit, choppa all black like Kodak (Kodak)
I'm with my motherf*ckin' twin, I'm talkin' like Zack and Cody (Zack and Cody)
These niggas be motherf*ckin' rats man, these niggas some rodents (these niggas some rodents)
Who that lil' boy? He knock on the door, a nigga like, "Who that?" (Who that? Who that?)
Name a time a nigga shot at me and a nigga ain't shoot back (brrt, yeah)
I'm in the coupe, 'bout five, six choppers, yeah, lil nigga, you know that
And this cologne is worth a car note, yeah, lil' nigga, for sure that (for sure that)
He tryna copy the whole fit, he don't even know where to go at (to go at)
This shit outta Europe, he stuck in the hood, he don't know where the store at
Racks to the ceilin', whole room green, no CGI (no CGI)
She said I get her pussy wet by lookin' at her, nigga, aphrodisiac (yeah, yeah)
Nigga talkin' drunk, talkin' all this talk, nigga on cognac (cognac)
Bust a nigga in his shit, choppa all black like Koda
Nigga tryna hold somethin' (what?)
Whole time owe somethin' (what?)
Runnin' up racks, roadrunner (believe it)
Like a nigga stole some'
I do this shit for real, who the hell do you think I am? No stunt double
Bitch, I'ma walkin' school, you damn fool, you come 'round learn somethin'
Head to toe, I'm double C's, ain't average, I earned somethin'
Bullets got gonorrhea and this dick, you play, I burn somethin'
Anybody play 'bout me or play 'bout you, I swear I turn somethin'
Nigga need pounds like Omari, oh, you gotta serve somethin'
Racks to the ceilin', whole room green, no CGI (no CGI)
She said I get her pussy wet by lookin' at her, nigga, aphrodisiac (yeah, yeah)
Nigga talkin' drunk, talkin' all this talk, nigga on cognac (cognac)
Bust a nigga in his shit, choppa all black like Kodak (Kodak)
I'm in the-
Racks to the ceilin', whole room green, no CGI (no CGI)
She said I get her pussy wet by lookin' at her, nigga, aphrodisiac (yeah, yeah)
Nigga talkin' drunk, talkin' all this talk, nigga on cognac (cognac)
Bust a nigga in his shit, choppa all black like Kodak (Kodak)
I'm with my motherf*ckin' twin, I'm talkin' like Zack and Cody (Zack and Cody)
These niggas be motherf*ckin' rats man, these niggas some rodents (these niggas some rodents)
Who that lil' boy? He knock on the door, a nigga like, "Who that?" (Who that? Who that?)
Name a time a nigga shot at me and a nigga ain't shoot back (brrt, yeah)
I'm in the coupe, 'bout five, six choppers, yeah, lil nigga, you know that
And this cologne is worth a car note, yeah, lil' nigga, for sure that (for sure that)
He tryna copy the whole fit, he don't even know where to go at (to go at)
This shit outta Europe, he stuck in the hood, he don't know where the store at
Racks to the ceilin', whole room green, no CGI (no CGI)
She said I get her pussy wet by lookin' at her, nigga, aphrodisiac (yeah, yeah)
Nigga talkin' drunk, talkin' all this talk, nigga on cognac (cognac)
Bust a nigga in his shit, choppa all black like Koda
Nigga tryna hold somethin' (what?)
Whole time owe somethin' (what?)
Runnin' up racks, roadrunner (believe it)
Like a nigga stole some'
I do this shit for real, who the hell do you think I am? No stunt double
Bitch, I'ma walkin' school, you damn fool, you come 'round learn somethin'
Head to toe, I'm double C's, ain't average, I earned somethin'
Bullets got gonorrhea and this dick, you play, I burn somethin'
Anybody play 'bout me or play 'bout you, I swear I turn somethin'
Nigga need pounds like Omari, oh, you gotta serve somethin'
Racks to the ceilin', whole room green, no CGI (no CGI)
She said I get her pussy wet by lookin' at her, nigga, aphrodisiac (yeah, yeah)
Nigga talkin' drunk, talkin' all this talk, nigga on cognac (cognac)
Bust a nigga in his shit, choppa all black like Kodak (Kodak)
Writer: Christopher Quillin, Saaheem Valdery
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Belt Boyz
Brr-brr-brr, vroom
I'm tryna go Cybertruck (vroom-vroom)
I know that they tired of us (vroom-vroom)
Ain't no survivin' us (vroom)
Don't think they had enough (vroom-vroom)
Niggas ain't bad enough (ah-ha)
Ain't put belt to ass enough (vroom-vroom)
Belt Boyz, Belt Boyz, Belt Boyz, Belt Boyz
We put belt to ass, we puttin' belt to ass
Belt Boyz, Belt Boyz, Belt Boyz, Belt Boyz
We put belt to ass, we puttin' belt to ass
When I lost DemonChild, I swear I lost my mind, on God (on God)
Everywhere I go, I cannot know if I'm totin' that rod (that rod)
When they stole my car, I loaded up chops, I was tryna slide (slide)
T3 make R&B but right there by my side (my side)
It was late night, I seen T3 shoot and drive (drive, blatt, blatt)
I seen DemonChild pop a nigga in front of my side (ha)
We was on the move, I almost got shot in between my eyes (my eyes)
But he saved my life, yeah, he saved my life
Brr-brr-brr, vroom
I'm tryna go Cybertruck (vroom-vroom)
I know that they tired of us (vroom-vroom)
Ain't no survivin' us (vroom)
Don't think they had enough (don't think they had enough)
Niggas ain't bad enough (niggas ain't bad enough)
Ain't put belt to ass enough (ain't put belt to ass enough)
Belt Boyz, Belt Boyz, Belt Boyz, Belt Boyz
We put belt to ass, we puttin' belt to ass
Belt Boyz, Belt Boyz, Belt Boyz, Belt Boyz
We put belt to ass, we puttin' belt to ass
I'm tryna go Cybertruck (vroom-vroom)
I know that they tired of us (vroom-vroom)
Ain't no survivin' us (vroom)
Don't think they had enough (vroom-vroom)
Niggas ain't bad enough (ah-ha)
Ain't put belt to ass enough (vroom-vroom)
Belt Boyz, Belt Boyz, Belt Boyz, Belt Boyz
We put belt to ass, we puttin' belt to ass
Belt Boyz, Belt Boyz, Belt Boyz, Belt Boyz
We put belt to ass, we puttin' belt to ass
When I lost DemonChild, I swear I lost my mind, on God (on God)
Everywhere I go, I cannot know if I'm totin' that rod (that rod)
When they stole my car, I loaded up chops, I was tryna slide (slide)
T3 make R&B but right there by my side (my side)
It was late night, I seen T3 shoot and drive (drive, blatt, blatt)
I seen DemonChild pop a nigga in front of my side (ha)
We was on the move, I almost got shot in between my eyes (my eyes)
But he saved my life, yeah, he saved my life
Brr-brr-brr, vroom
I'm tryna go Cybertruck (vroom-vroom)
I know that they tired of us (vroom-vroom)
Ain't no survivin' us (vroom)
Don't think they had enough (don't think they had enough)
Niggas ain't bad enough (niggas ain't bad enough)
Ain't put belt to ass enough (ain't put belt to ass enough)
Belt Boyz, Belt Boyz, Belt Boyz, Belt Boyz
We put belt to ass, we puttin' belt to ass
Belt Boyz, Belt Boyz, Belt Boyz, Belt Boyz
We put belt to ass, we puttin' belt to ass
Writer: Amman Nurani, Dilip Venkatesh, Luc Oskar Purcell Randmaa, Rahel Phillips, Saaheem Valdery
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Everyday
We eatin' wagyu now, back then it was lunchmeat
I'm whippin' that new new, nigga, like Supercar Blondie
She swallow the kids, she knowin' the biz, her throat got a car seat
I used to give what I take and ride with a Drac', ain't talkin' 'bout Aubrey (Aubrey)
I said forget 'bout them niggas and shit on them niggas, I make 'em do laundry
You wanna see some gorillas? Well come to the trenches right here in the country (country)
You know these choppas like scissors and diamonds be dancin' like muhf*ckin' junkies (junkies)
Everyday, on a mission (everyday)
Everyday gettin' risky (everyday gettin' risky)
Every other day, hittin' licks (hittin' licks)
On the one way with a ticket (oh, woah)
On the one way for a ticket (yeah, yeah)
I'm lonely, I miss you (lonely)
I'm lonely, I miss you (I miss you)
I'm lonely, I miss you (yeah)
Everyday turnin' risky (risky)
Everyday, gotta get it (get it)
I hit a lick in the morning (morning), then I bought a sausage biscuit (biscuit)
Broad day hittin' licks, bitch, all day hittin' licks, bitch
Knew one day I would be rich and take 'em to school like rich kids
Rap bitches on my dick, tryna have a couple rich kids (hey)
Pussy pink filled with ink, babygirl know I'm Big Squid (Big Squid)
In a jungle with a mink, niggas know how we livin' (livin')
Biggest ape in the tree (the tree), nigga gigantopithecus
You know I'm 6'2 can't belittle me (rrr), went to Icebox told 'em Skittle me (rrr)
Hit up the car, we done riddled it (rrr), nigga want smoke, we deliver it
My diamonds so cold got a shriveled dick, Glock 23 with the little dick (brr, yeah)
No thirty round on the 40? (The 40) That's how its gon' jam, lil' shawty (for Real)
Stackin' my chips, Pringles (Pringles), left the lil' bitch, she single (single)
I make it rain on a freak hoe, I'm with a Cuban just like a triangle
Cheese in my hand, lil' nigga Doritos (yeah), I'm in the club with a bag of Doritos (yah)
Ride around town and my pocket Doritos (yeah, yeah)
Ride around town and my pocket Doritos (yeah, yeah)
(Junkies)
Everyday, on a mission (everyday)
Everyday gettin' risky (everyday gettin' risky)
Every other day, hittin' licks (hittin' licks)
On the one way with a ticket (oh, woah)
On the one way for a ticket (yeah, yeah)
I'm lonely, I miss you (lonely)
I'm lonely, I miss you (I miss you)
I'm lonely, I miss you (oh, yeah)
I'm whippin' that new new, nigga, like Supercar Blondie
She swallow the kids, she knowin' the biz, her throat got a car seat
I used to give what I take and ride with a Drac', ain't talkin' 'bout Aubrey (Aubrey)
I said forget 'bout them niggas and shit on them niggas, I make 'em do laundry
You wanna see some gorillas? Well come to the trenches right here in the country (country)
You know these choppas like scissors and diamonds be dancin' like muhf*ckin' junkies (junkies)
Everyday, on a mission (everyday)
Everyday gettin' risky (everyday gettin' risky)
Every other day, hittin' licks (hittin' licks)
On the one way with a ticket (oh, woah)
On the one way for a ticket (yeah, yeah)
I'm lonely, I miss you (lonely)
I'm lonely, I miss you (I miss you)
I'm lonely, I miss you (yeah)
Everyday turnin' risky (risky)
Everyday, gotta get it (get it)
I hit a lick in the morning (morning), then I bought a sausage biscuit (biscuit)
Broad day hittin' licks, bitch, all day hittin' licks, bitch
Knew one day I would be rich and take 'em to school like rich kids
Rap bitches on my dick, tryna have a couple rich kids (hey)
Pussy pink filled with ink, babygirl know I'm Big Squid (Big Squid)
In a jungle with a mink, niggas know how we livin' (livin')
Biggest ape in the tree (the tree), nigga gigantopithecus
You know I'm 6'2 can't belittle me (rrr), went to Icebox told 'em Skittle me (rrr)
Hit up the car, we done riddled it (rrr), nigga want smoke, we deliver it
My diamonds so cold got a shriveled dick, Glock 23 with the little dick (brr, yeah)
No thirty round on the 40? (The 40) That's how its gon' jam, lil' shawty (for Real)
Stackin' my chips, Pringles (Pringles), left the lil' bitch, she single (single)
I make it rain on a freak hoe, I'm with a Cuban just like a triangle
Cheese in my hand, lil' nigga Doritos (yeah), I'm in the club with a bag of Doritos (yah)
Ride around town and my pocket Doritos (yeah, yeah)
Ride around town and my pocket Doritos (yeah, yeah)
(Junkies)
Everyday, on a mission (everyday)
Everyday gettin' risky (everyday gettin' risky)
Every other day, hittin' licks (hittin' licks)
On the one way with a ticket (oh, woah)
On the one way for a ticket (yeah, yeah)
I'm lonely, I miss you (lonely)
I'm lonely, I miss you (I miss you)
I'm lonely, I miss you (oh, yeah)
Writer: Amman Nurani, Dilip Venkatesh, Miles Goldman, Saaheem Valdery
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Lost All My Feelings
Yeah, I lost all my feelings (I lost)
The car, it came with no ceilings
I'm with some drug dealers to give me some healin'
I need me some healin', bitch (for real)
I need me some healin' (for real)
She suckin' that dick, I don't feel it
I need me some feelings (no)
Crunch time (crunch time)
Crunch time (crunch time)
We get in a jam and get out (get out)
Only option I see is the top
Uh, I'm sure (I'm sure)
I'm sure (I'm sure)
You feel just like I do (yeah)
What should I do?
I'm lost in this world (world), but I can't get tricked by no girl (no girls)
I play with her pearl (her pearl) and I can f*ck up her whole world
Boi-oi-oing (boi-oing), she bounce on that dick, toes curled (toes curled)
But f*ck these bitches, I'm tryna run up these riches (run it up)
Don't depend on me, you'd probably put a pin on me (pshh)
Can't f*ck with these niggas, they be lyin', they too cringy (I can't, I can't, I can't)
My guns got genres, stick rock out, Glock R&B
You ain't got no gun, how the f*ck you think you in the car with me? (Get out)
Talkin' 'bout other bitches, baby, don't start with me (sit down)
You worried 'bout other bitches, you could've been a star with me (should've, would've, could've)
My stomach start hurtin' when I get to arguing
You worried 'bout bitches and I'm worried 'bout poverty (two different things)
Yeah, I lost all my feelings (I lost)
The car, it came with no ceilings
I'm with some drug dealers to give me some healin'
I need me some healin', bitch (for real)
I need me some healin' (for real)
She suckin' that dick, I don't feel it
I need me some feelings (no)
Got an opp on my DM, I left him on read
I ain't say nothin', my brother said that's what it said (yeah)
He must be a sped or the nigga must be the feds
Either way, this pussy-nigga got death ahead (brrt)
He playin' both sides, I heard you switch on your guys
These rappers be tellin' these lies, these niggas be idolizin'
Might as well do porn, these niggas go ride on dick and advertise it
Baby, kick it by yourself, these niggas fake, I'ma emphasize it
Yeah, I get her pussy wet, baby girl, I don't need to moisturize it (I don't gotta do that)
I know your goals, I'ma get you a business, we gon' franchise it (I'm gon' do that)
Keep it on the low, I don't think that we should publicize it (we gotta do that)
My side bitch don't know my main 'cause I organized it (I organized it)
Yeah, I lost all my feelings (I lost)
The car, it came with no ceilings
I'm with some drug dealers to give me some healin'
I need me some healin', bitch (for real)
I need me some healin' (for real)
She suckin' that dick, I don't feel it
I need me some feelings
The car, it came with no ceilings
I'm with some drug dealers to give me some healin'
I need me some healin', bitch (for real)
I need me some healin' (for real)
She suckin' that dick, I don't feel it
I need me some feelings (no)
Crunch time (crunch time)
Crunch time (crunch time)
We get in a jam and get out (get out)
Only option I see is the top
Uh, I'm sure (I'm sure)
I'm sure (I'm sure)
You feel just like I do (yeah)
What should I do?
I'm lost in this world (world), but I can't get tricked by no girl (no girls)
I play with her pearl (her pearl) and I can f*ck up her whole world
Boi-oi-oing (boi-oing), she bounce on that dick, toes curled (toes curled)
But f*ck these bitches, I'm tryna run up these riches (run it up)
Don't depend on me, you'd probably put a pin on me (pshh)
Can't f*ck with these niggas, they be lyin', they too cringy (I can't, I can't, I can't)
My guns got genres, stick rock out, Glock R&B
You ain't got no gun, how the f*ck you think you in the car with me? (Get out)
Talkin' 'bout other bitches, baby, don't start with me (sit down)
You worried 'bout other bitches, you could've been a star with me (should've, would've, could've)
My stomach start hurtin' when I get to arguing
You worried 'bout bitches and I'm worried 'bout poverty (two different things)
Yeah, I lost all my feelings (I lost)
The car, it came with no ceilings
I'm with some drug dealers to give me some healin'
I need me some healin', bitch (for real)
I need me some healin' (for real)
She suckin' that dick, I don't feel it
I need me some feelings (no)
Got an opp on my DM, I left him on read
I ain't say nothin', my brother said that's what it said (yeah)
He must be a sped or the nigga must be the feds
Either way, this pussy-nigga got death ahead (brrt)
He playin' both sides, I heard you switch on your guys
These rappers be tellin' these lies, these niggas be idolizin'
Might as well do porn, these niggas go ride on dick and advertise it
Baby, kick it by yourself, these niggas fake, I'ma emphasize it
Yeah, I get her pussy wet, baby girl, I don't need to moisturize it (I don't gotta do that)
I know your goals, I'ma get you a business, we gon' franchise it (I'm gon' do that)
Keep it on the low, I don't think that we should publicize it (we gotta do that)
My side bitch don't know my main 'cause I organized it (I organized it)
Yeah, I lost all my feelings (I lost)
The car, it came with no ceilings
I'm with some drug dealers to give me some healin'
I need me some healin', bitch (for real)
I need me some healin' (for real)
She suckin' that dick, I don't feel it
I need me some feelings
Writer: Andre Carnell Robertson II, Saaheem Valdery, Rodney Jeffrion Montreal
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Stay Away From Trouble
All a nigga know is hustle
VVS diamonds hittin' subtle
When I was broke couldn't function
You ain't with the program, f*ck you
My bitch got a body lookin' scrumptious
Bank account whole lotta numbers
Just like pie no pumpkin
Throw the alley-oop I'll dunk it
Stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
I ain't with the tussle no rebuttal
What a nigga said? No rebuttal (whacked)
I got this cutter out the gutter (whacked)
Tryna rob me that's a struggle
Blow a nigga ass up, bubble
He ain't from no westside, bluffin'
Nigga talk shit, on crutches
Can't go to war with no money (uhn-uhn)
I put the truck on Forgis
With the red seats bitch, gorgeous
Leave him in the dust, he dusty
Niggas ain't wolves, they huskies
When I come around, niggas hushin'
Nigga talkin' shit, need to brush it
Nigga ain't talkin' bout nothin'
It be a whole lotta hummin'
All a nigga know is hustle
VVS diamonds hittin' subtle
When I was broke couldn't function
You ain't with the program, f*ck you
My bitch got a body lookin' scrumptious
Bank account whole lotta numbers
Just like pie no pumpkin
Throw the alley-oop I'll dunk it
Stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
My bitch like a Barbie or some, cake like a party or some'
I ball on these niggas, out of control, couldn't guard me or some'
I'm talkin' big shit like a young nigga ate garlic or some'
7.62 bullet flip in the air, like they Jeff Hardy or some'
My brother sippin' on sizzurp, he finna snooze like SZA
Too many drugs in his system, tryna get him rehab, assist him
Boy, we havin' LBs, we blitz 'em
We be workin' out hands got blisters
Shippin' orders, the f*ck is a pickup?
So much water, the f*ck is a hiccup?
All a nigga know is hustle
VVS diamonds hittin' subtle
When I was broke couldn't function
You ain't with the program, f*ck you
My bitch got a body lookin' scrumptious
Bank account whole lotta numbers
Just like pie no pumpkin
Throw the alley-oop I'll dunk it
Stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble
VVS diamonds hittin' subtle
When I was broke couldn't function
You ain't with the program, f*ck you
My bitch got a body lookin' scrumptious
Bank account whole lotta numbers
Just like pie no pumpkin
Throw the alley-oop I'll dunk it
Stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
I ain't with the tussle no rebuttal
What a nigga said? No rebuttal (whacked)
I got this cutter out the gutter (whacked)
Tryna rob me that's a struggle
Blow a nigga ass up, bubble
He ain't from no westside, bluffin'
Nigga talk shit, on crutches
Can't go to war with no money (uhn-uhn)
I put the truck on Forgis
With the red seats bitch, gorgeous
Leave him in the dust, he dusty
Niggas ain't wolves, they huskies
When I come around, niggas hushin'
Nigga talkin' shit, need to brush it
Nigga ain't talkin' bout nothin'
It be a whole lotta hummin'
All a nigga know is hustle
VVS diamonds hittin' subtle
When I was broke couldn't function
You ain't with the program, f*ck you
My bitch got a body lookin' scrumptious
Bank account whole lotta numbers
Just like pie no pumpkin
Throw the alley-oop I'll dunk it
Stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
My bitch like a Barbie or some, cake like a party or some'
I ball on these niggas, out of control, couldn't guard me or some'
I'm talkin' big shit like a young nigga ate garlic or some'
7.62 bullet flip in the air, like they Jeff Hardy or some'
My brother sippin' on sizzurp, he finna snooze like SZA
Too many drugs in his system, tryna get him rehab, assist him
Boy, we havin' LBs, we blitz 'em
We be workin' out hands got blisters
Shippin' orders, the f*ck is a pickup?
So much water, the f*ck is a hiccup?
All a nigga know is hustle
VVS diamonds hittin' subtle
When I was broke couldn't function
You ain't with the program, f*ck you
My bitch got a body lookin' scrumptious
Bank account whole lotta numbers
Just like pie no pumpkin
Throw the alley-oop I'll dunk it
Stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble (stay away from trouble)
Nigga better stay away from trouble
Writer: Amman Nurani, Mario Alejandro Doval-Garcia, Michael Watkins, Saaheem Valdery
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Sylvan Rd Ridin Down Dill
(Welcome to 1st Class) Yeah
Came from Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill, bad bitch in the passenger seat
She want dick she keep grabbin' me, I don't know if they after me
Stick on me, ain't no clappin' me, it ain't safe ain't no crackin' me
Hear the engine on the backstreet, got his bitch on the backstreet
Lotta guns on that backstreet, servin' crack on that backstreet
Niggas workin', yeah, they trappin', know these streets I could trap you
Suburban bitch on the backstreet, leave the block beat her back in
My brother cup filled with codeine, back seat with a tooly
Drum on it he producing, he ready to kill, he ready to drill
Don't ever try to play I'm goofy, honey bun, nigga, bulging
Diamonds cold Minnesota, stick light up like I'm Yoda
Red store get a soda, I keep these hoes in order
I got his bitch in the passenger seat, I show her the hood, I tour her
I'm not Jew but I Torah, explore the hood baby, Dora
I catch her, can't ignore her, take your soul like a sorcerer
Neck long brachiosaurus, huh, Durango truck, yeah, its roarin'
I put that nut in her mouth and pull her head back and flush it like toilets, huh
Play it loud this New Orleans, huh, on the block with my woadie 'dem
Soulja Slim like Magnolia 'dem, keep a K like Magnolia 'dem
(Welcome to 1st Class) Yeah, oh yeah-yeah, yeah
Came from Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill, bad bitch in the passenger seat
She want dick she keep grabbin' me, I don't know if they after me
Stick on me, ain't no clappin' me, it ain't safe ain't no crackin' me
Hear the engine on the backstreet, got his bitch on the backstreet
Lotta guns on that backstreet, servin' crack on that backstreet
Niggas workin', yeah, they trappin', know these streets I could trap you
Suburban bitch on the backstreet, leave the block beat her back in
Freaky bitch like a centipede, coochie wet, I like when she pee
F*ck on a opp baby mama while he in jail, pop his ass when he free
My gang left a legacy, left a stain on the industry
What they doin', boy that's all me, f*ck around, pull a robbin' spree
Racks on me, boy, these Robin jeans, blicky ride, baby, toppin' me
Track mall, color cars on me, Baby Driver, ain't no stoppin' me
Ho wet like a wash machine, change your last name to Valdery
These pussy niggas mockeries, on my dick, yeah, they jockin' me
Mood board, niggas watchin' me, scratch 'em off like the lottery
Dump the switch out loud again, he a bitch so I'm tryin' him
No flaw, nigga, fried 'em, blowjob right by her
F*ck her for a minute tired of her, minute man, bitch, I'm tired of you
(Welcome to 1st Class) Yeah, oh yeah-yeah
Came from Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill, bad bitch in the passenger seat
She want dick she keep grabbin' me, I don't know if they after me
Stick on me, ain't no clappin' me, it ain't safe ain't no crackin' me
Hear the engine on the backstreet, got his bitch on the backstreet
Lotta guns on that backstreet, servin' crack on that backstreet
Niggas workin', yeah they trappin', I know these streets I could trap you
Suburban bitch on the backstreet, leave the block beat her back in
(Welcome to 1st Class) Yeah
Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill (oh yeah)
Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill (oh yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill (oh yeah)
Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill (oh yeah)
Came from Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill, bad bitch in the passenger seat
She want dick she keep grabbin' me, I don't know if they after me
Stick on me, ain't no clappin' me, it ain't safe ain't no crackin' me
Hear the engine on the backstreet, got his bitch on the backstreet
Lotta guns on that backstreet, servin' crack on that backstreet
Niggas workin', yeah, they trappin', know these streets I could trap you
Suburban bitch on the backstreet, leave the block beat her back in
My brother cup filled with codeine, back seat with a tooly
Drum on it he producing, he ready to kill, he ready to drill
Don't ever try to play I'm goofy, honey bun, nigga, bulging
Diamonds cold Minnesota, stick light up like I'm Yoda
Red store get a soda, I keep these hoes in order
I got his bitch in the passenger seat, I show her the hood, I tour her
I'm not Jew but I Torah, explore the hood baby, Dora
I catch her, can't ignore her, take your soul like a sorcerer
Neck long brachiosaurus, huh, Durango truck, yeah, its roarin'
I put that nut in her mouth and pull her head back and flush it like toilets, huh
Play it loud this New Orleans, huh, on the block with my woadie 'dem
Soulja Slim like Magnolia 'dem, keep a K like Magnolia 'dem
(Welcome to 1st Class) Yeah, oh yeah-yeah, yeah
Came from Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill, bad bitch in the passenger seat
She want dick she keep grabbin' me, I don't know if they after me
Stick on me, ain't no clappin' me, it ain't safe ain't no crackin' me
Hear the engine on the backstreet, got his bitch on the backstreet
Lotta guns on that backstreet, servin' crack on that backstreet
Niggas workin', yeah, they trappin', know these streets I could trap you
Suburban bitch on the backstreet, leave the block beat her back in
Freaky bitch like a centipede, coochie wet, I like when she pee
F*ck on a opp baby mama while he in jail, pop his ass when he free
My gang left a legacy, left a stain on the industry
What they doin', boy that's all me, f*ck around, pull a robbin' spree
Racks on me, boy, these Robin jeans, blicky ride, baby, toppin' me
Track mall, color cars on me, Baby Driver, ain't no stoppin' me
Ho wet like a wash machine, change your last name to Valdery
These pussy niggas mockeries, on my dick, yeah, they jockin' me
Mood board, niggas watchin' me, scratch 'em off like the lottery
Dump the switch out loud again, he a bitch so I'm tryin' him
No flaw, nigga, fried 'em, blowjob right by her
F*ck her for a minute tired of her, minute man, bitch, I'm tired of you
(Welcome to 1st Class) Yeah, oh yeah-yeah
Came from Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill, bad bitch in the passenger seat
She want dick she keep grabbin' me, I don't know if they after me
Stick on me, ain't no clappin' me, it ain't safe ain't no crackin' me
Hear the engine on the backstreet, got his bitch on the backstreet
Lotta guns on that backstreet, servin' crack on that backstreet
Niggas workin', yeah they trappin', I know these streets I could trap you
Suburban bitch on the backstreet, leave the block beat her back in
(Welcome to 1st Class) Yeah
Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill (oh yeah)
Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill (oh yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill (oh yeah)
Sylvan Road slidin' down Dill (oh yeah)
Writer: Christian Montoya, Khaleel Griffin, Saaheem Valdery, William Woods Pugh
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Mirror Picz
Uh-uh-uh
Yeah (yeah)
She sendin' all these pictures to me (yeah, uh)
Yeah, she sendin' mirror pictures to me (yeah, yeah)
Body right, the mirror pictures on fleek (uh)
Mirror picture, bae (mirror picture, bae)
Take a mirror picture, baby (a mirror picture, bae)
Take a mirror picture, bae (a mirror picture, bae)
Take a mirror picture, baby (a mirror picture, bae)
Take a mirror picture, baby (poke that ass out)
Take a mirror picture, baby (poke that ass out)
Take a mirror picture, baby (poke that ass out)
Take a mirror picture, baby (poke that ass out)
Shawty bad AF (AF), ass fat AF (AF)
Huh, stomach flat AF, yeah, body cold, she blessed (she blessed)
Tryna f*ck you good, no rest (no rest)
Yeah, bend her back, make her stretch (stretch)
Left a purple mark on her neck (yeah-yeah)
Got a nigga hard like a hat (hat)
Baby, take a picture from the front (from the front)
Baby, take a picture from the back (the back)
I'm tryna put that dick up in your back (in your back)
I play with the clit and shawty climax (yeah)
She got an arch on her, dick game, don't put the nuts on me (nuts on me)
I told her keep ridin', don't park on me (park on it)
I hit from the back, yeah, I bark on her
I hit from the back, yeah, I bark on her (damn)
Uh-uh-uh
Yeah (yeah)
She sendin' all these pictures to me (yeah)
Yeah, she sendin' mirror pictures to me (yeah, yeah)
Body right, the mirror pictures on fleek (uh)
Mirror picture, bae (mirror picture, bae)
Take a mirror picture, baby (a mirror picture, bae)
Take a mirror picture, bae (a mirror picture, bae)
Take a mirror picture, baby (a mirror picture, bae)
Take a mirror picture, baby (poke that ass out)
Take a mirror picture, baby (poke that ass out)
Take a mirror picture, baby (poke that ass out)
Take a mirror picture, baby (poke that ass out)
I like all sizes and shapes (I like all sizes and shapes)
I like all sizes and shapes (I like all sizes and shapes)
I really love how her pussy taste (love how her pussy taste)
I really love how her pussy taste (I really love it)
Go 'head, put it all in my face (all in my face)
In the mirror, make that ass shake (make it shake)
Shake that ass, baby, like you got tased
She been sendin' mirror pictures for days (for days)
Goddamn, baby, give me a break (oh yeah)
Tight sweats and a motherf*cker great
Pussy pink like a motherf*ckin' steak (motherf*ckin' steak)
Shawty rare like a motherf*ckin' steak (motherf*ckin' steak)
In her mouth like a toothache (toothache)
Mirror picture by the toothpaste (toothpaste)
Sink and fat, got her back dent (back dent)
Pussy wet, get a napkin (get a napkin)
Yeah
She sendin' all these pictures to me (yeah)
Yeah, she sendin' mirror pictures to me (yeah, yeah)
Body right, the mirror pictures on fleek (uh)
Mirror picture, bae (mirror picture, bae)
Take a mirror picture, baby (a mirror picture, bae)
Take a mirror picture, bae (a mirror picture, bae)
Take a mirror picture, baby (a mirror picture, bae)
Take a mirror picture, baby (poke that ass out)
Take a mirror picture, baby (poke that ass out)
Take a mirror picture, baby (poke that ass out)
Take a mirror picture, baby (poke that ass out)
Yeah (yeah)
She sendin' all these pictures to me (yeah, uh)
Yeah, she sendin' mirror pictures to me (yeah, yeah)
Body right, the mirror pictures on fleek (uh)
Mirror picture, bae (mirror picture, bae)
Take a mirror picture, baby (a mirror picture, bae)
Take a mirror picture, bae (a mirror picture, bae)
Take a mirror picture, baby (a mirror picture, bae)
Take a mirror picture, baby (poke that ass out)
Take a mirror picture, baby (poke that ass out)
Take a mirror picture, baby (poke that ass out)
Take a mirror picture, baby (poke that ass out)
Shawty bad AF (AF), ass fat AF (AF)
Huh, stomach flat AF, yeah, body cold, she blessed (she blessed)
Tryna f*ck you good, no rest (no rest)
Yeah, bend her back, make her stretch (stretch)
Left a purple mark on her neck (yeah-yeah)
Got a nigga hard like a hat (hat)
Baby, take a picture from the front (from the front)
Baby, take a picture from the back (the back)
I'm tryna put that dick up in your back (in your back)
I play with the clit and shawty climax (yeah)
She got an arch on her, dick game, don't put the nuts on me (nuts on me)
I told her keep ridin', don't park on me (park on it)
I hit from the back, yeah, I bark on her
I hit from the back, yeah, I bark on her (damn)
Uh-uh-uh
Yeah (yeah)
She sendin' all these pictures to me (yeah)
Yeah, she sendin' mirror pictures to me (yeah, yeah)
Body right, the mirror pictures on fleek (uh)
Mirror picture, bae (mirror picture, bae)
Take a mirror picture, baby (a mirror picture, bae)
Take a mirror picture, bae (a mirror picture, bae)
Take a mirror picture, baby (a mirror picture, bae)
Take a mirror picture, baby (poke that ass out)
Take a mirror picture, baby (poke that ass out)
Take a mirror picture, baby (poke that ass out)
Take a mirror picture, baby (poke that ass out)
I like all sizes and shapes (I like all sizes and shapes)
I like all sizes and shapes (I like all sizes and shapes)
I really love how her pussy taste (love how her pussy taste)
I really love how her pussy taste (I really love it)
Go 'head, put it all in my face (all in my face)
In the mirror, make that ass shake (make it shake)
Shake that ass, baby, like you got tased
She been sendin' mirror pictures for days (for days)
Goddamn, baby, give me a break (oh yeah)
Tight sweats and a motherf*cker great
Pussy pink like a motherf*ckin' steak (motherf*ckin' steak)
Shawty rare like a motherf*ckin' steak (motherf*ckin' steak)
In her mouth like a toothache (toothache)
Mirror picture by the toothpaste (toothpaste)
Sink and fat, got her back dent (back dent)
Pussy wet, get a napkin (get a napkin)
Yeah
She sendin' all these pictures to me (yeah)
Yeah, she sendin' mirror pictures to me (yeah, yeah)
Body right, the mirror pictures on fleek (uh)
Mirror picture, bae (mirror picture, bae)
Take a mirror picture, baby (a mirror picture, bae)
Take a mirror picture, bae (a mirror picture, bae)
Take a mirror picture, baby (a mirror picture, bae)
Take a mirror picture, baby (poke that ass out)
Take a mirror picture, baby (poke that ass out)
Take a mirror picture, baby (poke that ass out)
Take a mirror picture, baby (poke that ass out)
Writer: Khaleel Grifin, Saaheem Valdery, William Woods Pugh
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Waikiki
I f*cked this lil' ho raw now she actin' like me, she got all my DNA (DNA)
Bitch wanna suck and f*ck, don't kiss and tell, ho, sign this NDA (NDA)
I got balls between her legs, behind her back, bitch, I'm in the NBA (NBA)
Hooked up on the dick, her mouth like a fish, I threw her back in the lake (in the lake)
Nine times out of ten, these bitches'll wig, they fold for a bundle of hair (bundle of hair)
Nine times out of ten I'm gettin' revenge, drop his lo' then we there (then we there)
Put him on his ass, like a prank we pulled his chair (his chair)
AMBER alert, AMBER alert, we caught his ass comin' down the stairs
My diamonds on Waikiki this that Fiji (water, water)
Them bitches talk Swahili, end the conversations briefly
Got a .45 by my pee-pee with that 5.56 beneath me (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
Got a cross up on my face and a black cat, she think I'm creepy (but I', not creepy, bitch)
I don't bite my tongue, if I feel some way bitch-nigga I'm talkin' freely (dick sucker)
If it ain't in the contract bitch-nigga it ain't shit you could guarantee me (f*ck-nigga)
Big plans, baby, I'm Dexter, can't let a ho f*ck it up like Dee Dee (dummy)
Got a good heart like Brian Easley, cuttin' people off that shit be easy (easy)
I f*cked this lil' ho raw now she actin' like me, she got all my DNA (DNA)
Bitch wanna suck and f*ck, don't kiss and tell, ho, sign this NDA (NDA)
I got balls between her legs, behind her back, bitch, I'm in the NBA (NBA)
Hooked up on the dick, her mouth like a fish, I threw her back in the lake (in the lake)
Nine times out of ten, these bitches'll wig, they fold for a bundle of hair (bundle of hair)
Nine times out of ten I'm gettin' revenge, drop his lo' then we there (then we there)
Put him on his ass, like a prank we pulled his chair (his chair)
AMBER alert, AMBER alert, we caught his ass comin' down the stairs
I'm in the water with them sticks on me, nigga, feel like Pirates of the Caribbean
These niggas be fans they don't wanna diss me or kill me they just wanna meet me and greet me
F*ck a old friend he can't come back around, pussy-nigga better move out the region
That boy playin' the role like I need him
I shake his body like, "Hey, wake up you dreamin'"
Wake up you dreamin', wake up you dreamin'
Bitch pussy wet, I got her creamin'
Dick good got her cookin' and cleanin'
So good, I'm talkin' real deep cleanin'
Baseboards and she clean out the freezer
No panties yeah the pussy breathin', Waikiki, yeah, her pussy leakin'
Miniskirt got the pussy peekin'
Nine times out of ten, nine times out of ten
Nine times out of ten, nine times out of ten
I f*cked this lil' ho raw now she actin' like me, she got all my DNA (DNA)
Bitch wanna suck and f*ck, don't kiss and tell, ho, sign this NDA (NDA)
I got balls between her legs, behind her back, bitch, I'm in the NBA (NBA)
Hooked up on the dick, her mouth like a fish, I threw her back in the lake (in the lake)
Nine times out of ten, these bitches'll wig, they fold for a bundle of hair (bundle of hair)
Nine times out of ten I'm gettin' revenge, drop his lo' then we there (then we there)
Put him on his ass, like a prank we pulled his chair (his chair)
AMBER alert, AMBER alert, we caught his ass comin' down the stairs
Bitch wanna suck and f*ck, don't kiss and tell, ho, sign this NDA (NDA)
I got balls between her legs, behind her back, bitch, I'm in the NBA (NBA)
Hooked up on the dick, her mouth like a fish, I threw her back in the lake (in the lake)
Nine times out of ten, these bitches'll wig, they fold for a bundle of hair (bundle of hair)
Nine times out of ten I'm gettin' revenge, drop his lo' then we there (then we there)
Put him on his ass, like a prank we pulled his chair (his chair)
AMBER alert, AMBER alert, we caught his ass comin' down the stairs
My diamonds on Waikiki this that Fiji (water, water)
Them bitches talk Swahili, end the conversations briefly
Got a .45 by my pee-pee with that 5.56 beneath me (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
Got a cross up on my face and a black cat, she think I'm creepy (but I', not creepy, bitch)
I don't bite my tongue, if I feel some way bitch-nigga I'm talkin' freely (dick sucker)
If it ain't in the contract bitch-nigga it ain't shit you could guarantee me (f*ck-nigga)
Big plans, baby, I'm Dexter, can't let a ho f*ck it up like Dee Dee (dummy)
Got a good heart like Brian Easley, cuttin' people off that shit be easy (easy)
I f*cked this lil' ho raw now she actin' like me, she got all my DNA (DNA)
Bitch wanna suck and f*ck, don't kiss and tell, ho, sign this NDA (NDA)
I got balls between her legs, behind her back, bitch, I'm in the NBA (NBA)
Hooked up on the dick, her mouth like a fish, I threw her back in the lake (in the lake)
Nine times out of ten, these bitches'll wig, they fold for a bundle of hair (bundle of hair)
Nine times out of ten I'm gettin' revenge, drop his lo' then we there (then we there)
Put him on his ass, like a prank we pulled his chair (his chair)
AMBER alert, AMBER alert, we caught his ass comin' down the stairs
I'm in the water with them sticks on me, nigga, feel like Pirates of the Caribbean
These niggas be fans they don't wanna diss me or kill me they just wanna meet me and greet me
F*ck a old friend he can't come back around, pussy-nigga better move out the region
That boy playin' the role like I need him
I shake his body like, "Hey, wake up you dreamin'"
Wake up you dreamin', wake up you dreamin'
Bitch pussy wet, I got her creamin'
Dick good got her cookin' and cleanin'
So good, I'm talkin' real deep cleanin'
Baseboards and she clean out the freezer
No panties yeah the pussy breathin', Waikiki, yeah, her pussy leakin'
Miniskirt got the pussy peekin'
Nine times out of ten, nine times out of ten
Nine times out of ten, nine times out of ten
I f*cked this lil' ho raw now she actin' like me, she got all my DNA (DNA)
Bitch wanna suck and f*ck, don't kiss and tell, ho, sign this NDA (NDA)
I got balls between her legs, behind her back, bitch, I'm in the NBA (NBA)
Hooked up on the dick, her mouth like a fish, I threw her back in the lake (in the lake)
Nine times out of ten, these bitches'll wig, they fold for a bundle of hair (bundle of hair)
Nine times out of ten I'm gettin' revenge, drop his lo' then we there (then we there)
Put him on his ass, like a prank we pulled his chair (his chair)
AMBER alert, AMBER alert, we caught his ass comin' down the stairs
Writer: Domenic Mason, Saaheem Valdery
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
1095 Osborne St
We ain't talked in a long time
I just wanna let you know that I'm all fine
Ice got a nigga cold in the sunshine
I ain't f*cked you in a long time
I'm on the road doin' shows now
Lotta shit back in yeen' know now
Took you niggas from the block they servin' dope now
Ex-bitch call my phone, what you want now?
Girl, you got a nigga twitchin' like a door lock
When you suckin' on that dick use some more slob
She on bean pies lookin' like a Muslim
Get her cream pied then a nigga zoom-zoom
Rich dick nigga tryna f*ck Oprah
Loose change piled up like okra
Ridin' through Oakland City like I'm Frozone
All these diamonds on my neck, bitch, I'm froze up
Quantez pourin' fours in his soda
Like it 2012, hit him with the hold on
He go sideways by me, seen a nigga ho
In a cul-de-sac nigga doin' donuts
He gon' spin the V12, nigga, throwed
Buncha' double C's all on the floor
It's been a long time
It's been a long time
It's been a long time
But I'm on fire
But I'm on fire
It's been a long time
It's been a long time
Oakland City train station where I hopped off
1095 Osborne roaches on the wall
We get T3 itty-bitty that my f*ckin' bro
Bitch-niggas all ties this off of the roll
Don't wanna see me on the TV they gon' cut it off
He a whole chicken nigga, he ain't cut at all
Stack that money for my kids, I can't f*ck it all
Nigga keep that in the room, he won't bug at all
To my two sons
I ain't home 'cause I'm runnin' up that munyun
Run it up 'til a nigga caught a bunion
I just came off the block servin' onions
I just seen a J, gave that nigga five hundred
It was sad 'cause the nigga thought I tried to harm him
Nigga tried to rob me and I disarmed him
Don't be a menace, nigga, A-Town stomped em
Niggas doin' drive-by's like it's f*ckin' Compton
Switches out the Raq make his car do hydraulics
Say you had my back, pussy-boy you need to stop it
Every plea that you see, boy you gon' cop it
Chassidy want the AMG, go cop it
Don't play with me if you won't play with her, ho stop it
He got robbed sellin' P's, made no profit
Got a bitch on her knees left with no knowledge
1095 Osborne
1095 Osborne
Ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
I just wanna let you know that I'm all fine
Ice got a nigga cold in the sunshine
I ain't f*cked you in a long time
I'm on the road doin' shows now
Lotta shit back in yeen' know now
Took you niggas from the block they servin' dope now
Ex-bitch call my phone, what you want now?
Girl, you got a nigga twitchin' like a door lock
When you suckin' on that dick use some more slob
She on bean pies lookin' like a Muslim
Get her cream pied then a nigga zoom-zoom
Rich dick nigga tryna f*ck Oprah
Loose change piled up like okra
Ridin' through Oakland City like I'm Frozone
All these diamonds on my neck, bitch, I'm froze up
Quantez pourin' fours in his soda
Like it 2012, hit him with the hold on
He go sideways by me, seen a nigga ho
In a cul-de-sac nigga doin' donuts
He gon' spin the V12, nigga, throwed
Buncha' double C's all on the floor
It's been a long time
It's been a long time
It's been a long time
But I'm on fire
But I'm on fire
It's been a long time
It's been a long time
Oakland City train station where I hopped off
1095 Osborne roaches on the wall
We get T3 itty-bitty that my f*ckin' bro
Bitch-niggas all ties this off of the roll
Don't wanna see me on the TV they gon' cut it off
He a whole chicken nigga, he ain't cut at all
Stack that money for my kids, I can't f*ck it all
Nigga keep that in the room, he won't bug at all
To my two sons
I ain't home 'cause I'm runnin' up that munyun
Run it up 'til a nigga caught a bunion
I just came off the block servin' onions
I just seen a J, gave that nigga five hundred
It was sad 'cause the nigga thought I tried to harm him
Nigga tried to rob me and I disarmed him
Don't be a menace, nigga, A-Town stomped em
Niggas doin' drive-by's like it's f*ckin' Compton
Switches out the Raq make his car do hydraulics
Say you had my back, pussy-boy you need to stop it
Every plea that you see, boy you gon' cop it
Chassidy want the AMG, go cop it
Don't play with me if you won't play with her, ho stop it
He got robbed sellin' P's, made no profit
Got a bitch on her knees left with no knowledge
1095 Osborne
1095 Osborne
Ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Writer: Amman Nurani, Dilip Venkatesh, Graham Johnson, Saaheem Valdery
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Bi
Barnacle Boi
Oh, really?
My bitch bi, the trigger bi, tell a nigga, "Bye" (bye-bye, bye, bye, bye)
The coat depend on what type of fye I got (bop, bye, bye, bye)
Got the double D's on a Gen5, this bitch plus size (brrt, bye, bye, bye)
F*ck a drive-by, we gon' walk 'em down, bitch, it's rush time (bye, bye, bye)
Tie a nigga up, we gon' tape his mouth, bitch, it's hush time (shh)
Exchangin' gunfire, who gon' drop first? Bitch, it's clutch time (bop-bop, bop-bop)
Bitch, put the dick in your mouth, it's nut time (nut time)
Grrah, grrah
Yeah, I walk on all fours like gorillas (gorillas)
I'm posted with killers (killers)
5.56, you gon' feel it
I walk the she's built like a belly (a belly)
You ain't got no money? You silly, why the f*ck was you dissin'?
You want a chain? Bitch, go on a mission
You wanna change? Bitch, you gotta get it
I put down the nine, picked up the .45, bitch, I'm on some grown shit
(I said) I put down the nine, picked up the .45, bitch, I'm on some grown shit
(I said) I put down the nine, picked up the .45, bitch, I'm on some grown shit
Yeah, I'm on some grown shit, yeah, I'm on some grown shit
Huh, pull up on the nigga block, I'm on some do you wrong shit (buh-buh-buh, what you say?)
Pussy-ass niggas be jackin' the style, no credit, these boys on some clone shit (what you say?)
Leave his ass stankin', I'm crackin' a smile
I'm like, "Where the cologne went?" (bitch-nigga
"Where the cologne went?" (Give me that)
This a binary trigger, it rock all your fellas, no jigga (brrt-brrt, you ever seen this?)
When we smoke' them lil' pussies, they turn into 'rettes, no ciga' (cigarette, cigarette)
I be in all-black every day, for real, they wiggas
And these niggas not seein' me, I don't give a f*ck if they heal up (silly bitch)
I'm ridin' with some critters, tryna bang it out just like a cowboy
You ain't never did shit in that field, you was a towel boy
On my son, I been in multiple shootouts, boy
I know how to handle that shit, I don't ever gotta hit that dial, boy
He on the phone tryna hit that dial, look at his pussy-ass, man
Bitch-ass nigga, I could really get all these niggas top, but
I'm on some rapper shit, man
Send a blitz at your dumb-ass, nigga
Comin' a hundred miles per hour
My bitch bi, the trigger bi, tell a nigga, "Bye" (bye-bye, bye, bye, bye)
The coat depend on what type of fye I got (bop, bye, bye, bye)
Got the double D's on a Gen5, this bitch plus size (brrt, bye, bye, bye)
F*ck a drive-by, we gon' walk 'em down, bitch, it's rush time (bye, bye, bye)
Tie a nigga up, we gon' tape his mouth, bitch, it's hush time (shh)
Exchangin' gunfire, who gon' drop first? Bitch, it's clutch time (bop-bop, bop-bop)
Bitch, put the dick in your mouth, it's nut time (nut time)
(Grrah, grrah)
(Yeah)
Oh, really?
My bitch bi, the trigger bi, tell a nigga, "Bye" (bye-bye, bye, bye, bye)
The coat depend on what type of fye I got (bop, bye, bye, bye)
Got the double D's on a Gen5, this bitch plus size (brrt, bye, bye, bye)
F*ck a drive-by, we gon' walk 'em down, bitch, it's rush time (bye, bye, bye)
Tie a nigga up, we gon' tape his mouth, bitch, it's hush time (shh)
Exchangin' gunfire, who gon' drop first? Bitch, it's clutch time (bop-bop, bop-bop)
Bitch, put the dick in your mouth, it's nut time (nut time)
Grrah, grrah
Yeah, I walk on all fours like gorillas (gorillas)
I'm posted with killers (killers)
5.56, you gon' feel it
I walk the she's built like a belly (a belly)
You ain't got no money? You silly, why the f*ck was you dissin'?
You want a chain? Bitch, go on a mission
You wanna change? Bitch, you gotta get it
I put down the nine, picked up the .45, bitch, I'm on some grown shit
(I said) I put down the nine, picked up the .45, bitch, I'm on some grown shit
(I said) I put down the nine, picked up the .45, bitch, I'm on some grown shit
Yeah, I'm on some grown shit, yeah, I'm on some grown shit
Huh, pull up on the nigga block, I'm on some do you wrong shit (buh-buh-buh, what you say?)
Pussy-ass niggas be jackin' the style, no credit, these boys on some clone shit (what you say?)
Leave his ass stankin', I'm crackin' a smile
I'm like, "Where the cologne went?" (bitch-nigga
"Where the cologne went?" (Give me that)
This a binary trigger, it rock all your fellas, no jigga (brrt-brrt, you ever seen this?)
When we smoke' them lil' pussies, they turn into 'rettes, no ciga' (cigarette, cigarette)
I be in all-black every day, for real, they wiggas
And these niggas not seein' me, I don't give a f*ck if they heal up (silly bitch)
I'm ridin' with some critters, tryna bang it out just like a cowboy
You ain't never did shit in that field, you was a towel boy
On my son, I been in multiple shootouts, boy
I know how to handle that shit, I don't ever gotta hit that dial, boy
He on the phone tryna hit that dial, look at his pussy-ass, man
Bitch-ass nigga, I could really get all these niggas top, but
I'm on some rapper shit, man
Send a blitz at your dumb-ass, nigga
Comin' a hundred miles per hour
My bitch bi, the trigger bi, tell a nigga, "Bye" (bye-bye, bye, bye, bye)
The coat depend on what type of fye I got (bop, bye, bye, bye)
Got the double D's on a Gen5, this bitch plus size (brrt, bye, bye, bye)
F*ck a drive-by, we gon' walk 'em down, bitch, it's rush time (bye, bye, bye)
Tie a nigga up, we gon' tape his mouth, bitch, it's hush time (shh)
Exchangin' gunfire, who gon' drop first? Bitch, it's clutch time (bop-bop, bop-bop)
Bitch, put the dick in your mouth, it's nut time (nut time)
(Grrah, grrah)
(Yeah)
Writer: Amman Nurani, Domenic Mason, Saaheem Valdery
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Save iT 4 Me Babii
Yeah, I'm type crazy
I'm on the way to you right now, baby
Believe it, believe it, yeah
I'm on the way right now
I'm on the plane right now
She say, "I'm waitin' for you Babii"
She say, "I'm tryna save it for you Babii"
Gon' head and save it for me, baby
I beat it up, that pussy amazing
You know them niggas dry you up just like a raisin
Search the world for your love, girl, chase it
(I'm on the way right now)
Save it, save it
Save it, save it
Save it, save it
It's 'bout two hours on this flight, yeah
Did you take a shower, get right? Yeah
I ain't Perc'd up but I f*ck you all night, yeah
She hopped straight on top, ain't afraid of no heights, yeah
Pussy stay clean, no bathroom pussy check
Hundred thousand on the bed, this blick like Tookie, yeah
Give her balls like, 2K, I don't play on Rookie, yeah
I'm a whole monster when I'm in her cookie, yeah
Lingerie so fire, slide the panties to the side
I'm like "What I said wrong?" I done made the pussy cry
She ain't on Depo, pull out, nut up on her thigh
I'ma go slow strokes, look her all up in her eyes
Suckin' on my toe, that's a lot of slob
We been going for a little while, I know you feel it throb
If you know I'm 'bout to cum, would you hop off while you ride?
Gon' fly like a jet, she ain't hopping off this private
I'm on the way right now
I'm on the plane right now
She say, "I'm waitin' for you Babii"
She say, "I'm tryna save it for you Babii"
Gon' head and save it for me, baby
I beat it up, that pussy amazing
You know them niggas dry you up just like a raisin
Search the world for your love, girl, chase it
(I'm on the way right now)
Save it, save it
Save it, save it
Save it, save it
I'm on the way to you right now, baby
Believe it, believe it, yeah
I'm on the way right now
I'm on the plane right now
She say, "I'm waitin' for you Babii"
She say, "I'm tryna save it for you Babii"
Gon' head and save it for me, baby
I beat it up, that pussy amazing
You know them niggas dry you up just like a raisin
Search the world for your love, girl, chase it
(I'm on the way right now)
Save it, save it
Save it, save it
Save it, save it
It's 'bout two hours on this flight, yeah
Did you take a shower, get right? Yeah
I ain't Perc'd up but I f*ck you all night, yeah
She hopped straight on top, ain't afraid of no heights, yeah
Pussy stay clean, no bathroom pussy check
Hundred thousand on the bed, this blick like Tookie, yeah
Give her balls like, 2K, I don't play on Rookie, yeah
I'm a whole monster when I'm in her cookie, yeah
Lingerie so fire, slide the panties to the side
I'm like "What I said wrong?" I done made the pussy cry
She ain't on Depo, pull out, nut up on her thigh
I'ma go slow strokes, look her all up in her eyes
Suckin' on my toe, that's a lot of slob
We been going for a little while, I know you feel it throb
If you know I'm 'bout to cum, would you hop off while you ride?
Gon' fly like a jet, she ain't hopping off this private
I'm on the way right now
I'm on the plane right now
She say, "I'm waitin' for you Babii"
She say, "I'm tryna save it for you Babii"
Gon' head and save it for me, baby
I beat it up, that pussy amazing
You know them niggas dry you up just like a raisin
Search the world for your love, girl, chase it
(I'm on the way right now)
Save it, save it
Save it, save it
Save it, save it
Writer: Amman Nurani, Andre Harp, Jordan Webster, Saaheem Valdery
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Workin
Workin', workin', workin' workin, workin', workin', workin'
Workin', workin', workin' workin, workin', workin', workin'
Workin', workin', workin' workin, workin', workin', workin'
Workin', workin', workin' workin, workin', workin', workin'
If you see me outside, I'm workin'
If I'm stayin' up inside I'm workin'
I gotta get it I'm anxious, I know my life got a purpose
Overtime 'til the birds chirpin', livin' our life with no curfew
While you sleep, niggas tryna murk you
I go slow and steady like turtles
A nigga geeked up like I'm Urkel
My mind is goin' in circles
I do this shit for my family, I'm jumpin' all over the hurdles
My nigga got twenty for burglary, I could've been in the trap servin'
I could've been flippin' them burgers, but nah, my life got a purpose
Picked up the mic and they heard us, run the world, everyone heard us
I don't know why they tryna hurt us, just like you, I'm a regular person
Yeah, I used to rob, I used to have a job, yeah, I'm a regular person
I used to walk, stand at the bus stop, yeah, I'm a regular person
I make mistakes and its okay, baby, just know I'm a regular person
I ain't gotta front, ain't gotta stunt, baby, I know I'm a regular person
A regular person (regular)
A regular person (regular person)
A regular person (regular person)
A regular person (regular person)
A regular person (regular person)
A regular person (regular person)
A regular person (regular person)
A regular person (regular, regular person)
A regular person
A regular person (regular person)
A regular person
A regular person (regular person)
Workin', workin', workin' workin, workin', workin', workin'
Workin', workin', workin' workin, workin', workin', workin'
Workin', workin', workin' workin, workin', workin', workin'
If you see me outside, I'm workin'
If I'm stayin' up inside I'm workin'
I gotta get it I'm anxious, I know my life got a purpose
Overtime 'til the birds chirpin', livin' our life with no curfew
While you sleep, niggas tryna murk you
I go slow and steady like turtles
A nigga geeked up like I'm Urkel
My mind is goin' in circles
I do this shit for my family, I'm jumpin' all over the hurdles
My nigga got twenty for burglary, I could've been in the trap servin'
I could've been flippin' them burgers, but nah, my life got a purpose
Picked up the mic and they heard us, run the world, everyone heard us
I don't know why they tryna hurt us, just like you, I'm a regular person
Yeah, I used to rob, I used to have a job, yeah, I'm a regular person
I used to walk, stand at the bus stop, yeah, I'm a regular person
I make mistakes and its okay, baby, just know I'm a regular person
I ain't gotta front, ain't gotta stunt, baby, I know I'm a regular person
A regular person (regular)
A regular person (regular person)
A regular person (regular person)
A regular person (regular person)
A regular person (regular person)
A regular person (regular person)
A regular person (regular person)
A regular person (regular, regular person)
A regular person
A regular person (regular person)
A regular person
A regular person (regular person)
Writer: Amman Nurani, Anthoine Walters, Devin Workman, Isaac "Zac" Deboni, Michael "Finatik" Mule, Saaheem Valdery
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Saaheem is the second studio album by American rapper SahBabii, released in 2024. The album is a follow-up to his 2021 album, Do It For Demon, and features a mix of trap and drill subgenres.
The album features a mix of SahBabii's signature styles, including witty bars and heartfelt lyrics.
It has received positive reviews from critics, with many praising its fresh stylistic flair and understated variety.
Saaheem is SahBabii's second full-length LP and has been described as a reflection of his inner journey and personal story.
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SahBabiiThe album features a mix of SahBabii's signature styles, including witty bars and heartfelt lyrics.
It has received positive reviews from critics, with many praising its fresh stylistic flair and understated variety.
Saaheem is SahBabii's second full-length LP and has been described as a reflection of his inner journey and personal story.
Genre(s): melodic trap, drill
Released: November 8th, 2024
Year: 2024