Crash Talk take 1
Whole lotta f*cking gang shit
On the real, mane, check it out
Been popping, ah (Ah)
Hood legend, ah (Ah)
Chef, boiled it, ah (Ah)
Weight, crawled it, ah (Ah)
Gang shit been high (Ah)
Gang shit, get god (Get god)
Gang shit, get dropped
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Long cash, dope sales, ayy
AK's, head wraps, ayy
Beat case, did that, yeah
Third Benz, still black
Copped birds, Nandos
Shoe box, bankrolls, yeah
Two friends, convo
All dat, all dat
Godspeed, cheat codes, uh
Brought the car, lost the case, ayy
Ask your BM she roll the weed, uh
Low life, real life, uh
Park the whip that park cuz, uh
'Lac truck, backed up, uh
Kick the dust and laugh at it
Go speed, the flash got it, yeah
Lace the chucks with miles on it, uh
Choose a pen, ignore opponent (Yeah)
You talked about it, and we sold it, uh
Shoot up fed but I ain't Kobe, uh
Talkin' shit but you ain't down to fool
No no, deuce to be on pace to lose
Me, my dawgs and what we 'bout to do, ayy
Me, my dawgs and we done brought the new, yeah
Checkmate, all bat, poof
Whip game, cocaine, uh
Fresh tips, swole lips, uh
Gang shit, gang shit, uh
Been popping, ah (Ah)
Hood legend, ah (Ah)
Chef, boiled it, ah (Ah)
Weight, crawled it, ah (Ah)
Gang shit been high (Ah)
Gang shit, get god (Get god)
Gang shit, get dropped
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah
Whip clean, dope boy, ah (Yeah, uh)
Gang sings, red light (Yeah)
White shirt, red shirt (Burr)
Thirty years, same turf (Burr)
Nine spark, blackout
Schoolboy Q - CrasH Talk Album Lyrics
Schoolboy Q - CrasH Talk Lyrics
Writer: Justin Garner, Matthew William Day, Quincy Matthew Hanley
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Tales
Ha ha, ha, ha, ha-ha, ha ha, ha
Ha ha, ha, ha, ha-ha, ha ha, ha
Tell you all about it, from mopeds to dope heads
Tell you all about it, pops livin' and still dead
Tell you all about it, rag blue but bleed red
Tell you all about it, TV done got us all
Tell you all about it
Ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha, ha, haa
Who that N-word in that candy glow?
Who that kid with no drive but at the park?
You niggas tag it on walls, we spray the cars, uh
Nigga, you that dude behind tape, surrounded art, uh
Drive the jet, I found my arch, uh
Before Instagram, we gram first the month (yeah)
Before the gates on our block, we in the front (uh, yeah)
Before I called you my friend, we shot the ones
Stress smoke in my blunt, I need the funds (uh, yeah)
Look (nigga)
I could've went D1, but like, I wasn't with it
My SATs and grades was high enough, but I wasn't with it
I couldn't bring my dogs with me so I wasn't with it
With the biscuit off the counter, me and Floyd get to dumping
Not a drop of blood in us but can't say we ain't cousins
Was on the thizz all week, I think I'm finally recovin'
Now, tell your body (huh)
Wooo (yeah)
And I'll tell you
(My feelings, my demons)
(I'm living, I'm dreaming)
And I'll tell you 'bout it
(I've found it, I've tried it)
(I felt it, my fire)
How many tears am I gon' shed 'fore I go? (uh)
The pigs been known us my heart been skipping
I lost religion, my nine ain't perfect
A star is born, sometimes a drive-by needed
My baby mama paid the bills, I ain't have shit on the smoke
The homies tell me I'ma burden but never threw me a rope
They left me hanging on the corner, my whole life in my stash
One more strike, I'm with the lifers, split the fifty in half
I watch a nigga lose his life right in front of his kids
We keep the cycle back and forth, the demons smother our gifts
They put percentages in front of us, wouldn't give us a chance
The only way that we'll see 30 'less we live in the can
Probably miss my mom funeral, my daughter a hoe
Because the man of the house ain't the man no more
And the bitch I call my girl, she done found my dope
I sent her in a deep depression 'til her pulse went ghost
And I just sit and watch from hell as the pyro grow
So long, stuck behind the fire tryna clown my flow
I'll tell you 'bout it (wooo)
Ha ha, ha, ha, ha-ha, ha ha, ha
Tell you all about it, from mopeds to dope heads
Tell you all about it, pops livin' and still dead
Tell you all about it, rag blue but bleed red
Tell you all about it, TV done got us all
Tell you all about it
Ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha, ha, haa
Who that N-word in that candy glow?
Who that kid with no drive but at the park?
You niggas tag it on walls, we spray the cars, uh
Nigga, you that dude behind tape, surrounded art, uh
Drive the jet, I found my arch, uh
Before Instagram, we gram first the month (yeah)
Before the gates on our block, we in the front (uh, yeah)
Before I called you my friend, we shot the ones
Stress smoke in my blunt, I need the funds (uh, yeah)
Look (nigga)
I could've went D1, but like, I wasn't with it
My SATs and grades was high enough, but I wasn't with it
I couldn't bring my dogs with me so I wasn't with it
With the biscuit off the counter, me and Floyd get to dumping
Not a drop of blood in us but can't say we ain't cousins
Was on the thizz all week, I think I'm finally recovin'
Now, tell your body (huh)
Wooo (yeah)
And I'll tell you
(My feelings, my demons)
(I'm living, I'm dreaming)
And I'll tell you 'bout it
(I've found it, I've tried it)
(I felt it, my fire)
How many tears am I gon' shed 'fore I go? (uh)
The pigs been known us my heart been skipping
I lost religion, my nine ain't perfect
A star is born, sometimes a drive-by needed
My baby mama paid the bills, I ain't have shit on the smoke
The homies tell me I'ma burden but never threw me a rope
They left me hanging on the corner, my whole life in my stash
One more strike, I'm with the lifers, split the fifty in half
I watch a nigga lose his life right in front of his kids
We keep the cycle back and forth, the demons smother our gifts
They put percentages in front of us, wouldn't give us a chance
The only way that we'll see 30 'less we live in the can
Probably miss my mom funeral, my daughter a hoe
Because the man of the house ain't the man no more
And the bitch I call my girl, she done found my dope
I sent her in a deep depression 'til her pulse went ghost
And I just sit and watch from hell as the pyro grow
So long, stuck behind the fire tryna clown my flow
I'll tell you 'bout it (wooo)
Writer: Dacoury Natche, Jacob Dutton, Quincey Hanley
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
CHopstix
Fly high, I'm (I'm) too (too) high (high)
Watch (watch), splash (splash), car, fast
Dash (dash), zoom, smooth, ooh
Spend (spent) cash (cash), glide (glide) by (by)
Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (yeah)
I love them chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (alright)
(Ooh) chop, chop, chop, yeah
(Ooh) chop, chop, chop, chop
Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (yeah)
I love them chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (alright)
(Ooh) chop, chop, chop, yeah
(Ooh) chop, chop, chop, chop (it's lit)
Ayy, I'm trippin' on you, I gotta have you
I spend it on you, I might buy two
Now get in my coupe
I like her legs up like chopsticks
Luxury in my optics
Your ex-man's on the opp list
I'm validated to pop shit
I'm a high profile, hunnid mile, flex
Flyin' down the aisle, blowin' loud, flex
I got a bad habit with bad habits
Beat the pussy up, stab at it
Divin' in like I'm mad at it
Secured the bag, I need all static (ay)
Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (yeah)
I love them chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (alright)
(Ooh) chop, chop, chop, yeah
(Ooh) chop, chop, chop, chop
Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (yeah)
I love them chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (alright)
(Ooh) chop, chop, chop, yeah
(Ooh) chop, chop, chop, chop (it's lit)
I got twenty-five rolled up on my dresser
Twenty-five bad ones in the function, can I stretch her?
Who wanna get chose for the foreplay?
Hop out a black Rolls on your b-day
Make everybody fall for you jealous
Bat wing on the ground to the PJ
I say, "Bad bitch, bad bitch, five star, bad bitch"
Got you one, whatever you want, gotta have it
F*ck so good, that's talent
I pray for you, now that's balance
I run it up before the trial end
They talkin' 'bout us, we wildin', we wildin' (ay)
Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (yeah)
I love them chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (alright)
(Ooh) chop, chop, chop, yeah
(Ooh) chop, chop, chop, chop
Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (yeah)
I love them chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (alright)
(Ooh) chop, chop, chop, yeah
(Ooh) chop, chop, chop, chop (it's lit)
Watch (watch), splash (splash), car, fast
Dash (dash), zoom, smooth, ooh
Spend (spent) cash (cash), glide (glide) by (by)
Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (yeah)
I love them chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (alright)
(Ooh) chop, chop, chop, yeah
(Ooh) chop, chop, chop, chop
Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (yeah)
I love them chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (alright)
(Ooh) chop, chop, chop, yeah
(Ooh) chop, chop, chop, chop (it's lit)
Ayy, I'm trippin' on you, I gotta have you
I spend it on you, I might buy two
Now get in my coupe
I like her legs up like chopsticks
Luxury in my optics
Your ex-man's on the opp list
I'm validated to pop shit
I'm a high profile, hunnid mile, flex
Flyin' down the aisle, blowin' loud, flex
I got a bad habit with bad habits
Beat the pussy up, stab at it
Divin' in like I'm mad at it
Secured the bag, I need all static (ay)
Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (yeah)
I love them chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (alright)
(Ooh) chop, chop, chop, yeah
(Ooh) chop, chop, chop, chop
Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (yeah)
I love them chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (alright)
(Ooh) chop, chop, chop, yeah
(Ooh) chop, chop, chop, chop (it's lit)
I got twenty-five rolled up on my dresser
Twenty-five bad ones in the function, can I stretch her?
Who wanna get chose for the foreplay?
Hop out a black Rolls on your b-day
Make everybody fall for you jealous
Bat wing on the ground to the PJ
I say, "Bad bitch, bad bitch, five star, bad bitch"
Got you one, whatever you want, gotta have it
F*ck so good, that's talent
I pray for you, now that's balance
I run it up before the trial end
They talkin' 'bout us, we wildin', we wildin' (ay)
Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (yeah)
I love them chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (alright)
(Ooh) chop, chop, chop, yeah
(Ooh) chop, chop, chop, chop
Chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (yeah)
I love them chopsticks, chopsticks, chopsticks (alright)
(Ooh) chop, chop, chop, yeah
(Ooh) chop, chop, chop, chop (it's lit)
Writer: Dacoury Natche, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Quincy Matthew Hanley, Jacques Webster
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Numb Numb Juice
Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga
I'm gon' shoot if this thirty's all that I got, nigga
Time's up
Got my coins up, my bars up, soon we find 'em
We gon' slide 'em, we lined 'em, straight reclined 'em
Pistol grip, I got all kinds of, I'm not your driver
Shot gon' hit him, he won't answer, I'm blowin' ganja
So much work, they call me old school, I remind you
That bitch you think you got is not you, where you find her?
She a kickstand, a big fan, I get behind her
Then I slid it in, I win, I win, ayy
I mean that's bitch shit
Faking like you got it in your pockets, yeah, that's bitch shit
Talking to them hoes, you steady gossip, yeah, that's bitch shit
Telling on your mans so you can scram, yeah, that's bitch shit
Pull it out and acting like it jam, yeah, that's bitch shit
Hating on another nigga come-up, yeah, that's bitch shit
Staying in because you know it's summer, yeah, that's bitch shit
You a bitch boy, on my mama, uh
Okay, let's get it, bitch, let's get it, woo
Got a plan, we gon' kill this man
The gun won't jam, it's on on sight
I might get life, that's on my life
The .44 fire, the go, green light
To build that price, it filled up nice
The god won't die
Okay, let's get it, bitch, let's get it, woo
See no flaws, in my purest form, bitch, I'm greedy, uh
Goyard tags, filled with hella cash, this my gimme bag
Singles add, we don't do no class, nigga, nine subtract, ayy
Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga
I'm gon' shoot if this thirty's all that I got, nigga
Y'all on mute, ain't no back-talk on my block, nigga
Numb numb juice to the head, f*ck up the opps, nigga
Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga
I'm gon' shoot if this thirty's all that I got, nigga
Y'all on mute, ain't no back-talk on my block, nigga
Numb numb juice to the head, f*ck up the opps, nigga
I'm gon' shoot if this thirty's all that I got, nigga
Time's up
Got my coins up, my bars up, soon we find 'em
We gon' slide 'em, we lined 'em, straight reclined 'em
Pistol grip, I got all kinds of, I'm not your driver
Shot gon' hit him, he won't answer, I'm blowin' ganja
So much work, they call me old school, I remind you
That bitch you think you got is not you, where you find her?
She a kickstand, a big fan, I get behind her
Then I slid it in, I win, I win, ayy
I mean that's bitch shit
Faking like you got it in your pockets, yeah, that's bitch shit
Talking to them hoes, you steady gossip, yeah, that's bitch shit
Telling on your mans so you can scram, yeah, that's bitch shit
Pull it out and acting like it jam, yeah, that's bitch shit
Hating on another nigga come-up, yeah, that's bitch shit
Staying in because you know it's summer, yeah, that's bitch shit
You a bitch boy, on my mama, uh
Okay, let's get it, bitch, let's get it, woo
Got a plan, we gon' kill this man
The gun won't jam, it's on on sight
I might get life, that's on my life
The .44 fire, the go, green light
To build that price, it filled up nice
The god won't die
Okay, let's get it, bitch, let's get it, woo
See no flaws, in my purest form, bitch, I'm greedy, uh
Goyard tags, filled with hella cash, this my gimme bag
Singles add, we don't do no class, nigga, nine subtract, ayy
Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga
I'm gon' shoot if this thirty's all that I got, nigga
Y'all on mute, ain't no back-talk on my block, nigga
Numb numb juice to the head, f*ck up the opps, nigga
Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga
I'm gon' shoot if this thirty's all that I got, nigga
Y'all on mute, ain't no back-talk on my block, nigga
Numb numb juice to the head, f*ck up the opps, nigga
Writer: Hykeem Carter, Mario Loving, Matthew William Day, Nesbitt Wesonga, Quincy Matthew Hanley
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Drunk
This is the future, this is the future
I ain't really drunk, I ain't really drunk
I ain't really drunk, I ain't really drunk
I ain't really drunk, I ain't really drunk
Just a lil' buzz, just a lil' buzz
Just a lil' buzz, just a lil' buzz
Just a lil' buzz, just a lil' buzz
I ain't really drunk, I ain't really drunk
Never had enough, pass me the mask, ayy
Are you down for me? Girl, bend on my last, ayy
See the sirens pulling up, pigs on my ass, ayy
Even when the money come, gon' with you fast, ayy
Why my grandma couldn't live, gone way too fast, ayy
Cousin murdered in the field, gone way too fast, ayy
Got a liver full of yak, weed in the bag, ayy
Got Ciroc for the hoes, chill on the stash, ayy
Pass me the gas, 488, stunt man, blast from the past
Got my damn trunk in the front, top in the back, ayy
Hell yeah, nigga drunk, buzz if they ask, ayy
I ain't really drunk, I ain't really drunk
I ain't really drunk, I ain't really drunk
I ain't really drunk, I ain't really drunk
Just a lil' buzz, just a lil' buzz
Just a lil' buzz, just a lil' buzz
Just a lil' buzz, just a lil' buzz
I ain't really drunk, I ain't really drunk
I ain't really
Hol' up
Just a lil' buzz, just a lil' buzz
Don't be worried, baby, this is what I does
Backstroke, looking for a quick flood
You be lying when you say you want us to love
Two cups in, and you already lookin' for love
You a cutie and lookin' purdy and perfect
What you drinkin' feel amazing
Imagine we get to think
I'll explore you and tour you and keep it cordial
She prestigious, the cleanest, I could be dreaming
F*ck my ex is a no-no
Did the love thing, it cost me, she crossed me
Let me work it, you feel your virgin in circles
The groovy Capo, I keep it nasty, attractive
Hit it backwards, do it faster and faster
This a classic, I done mastered the climax, you feel the pressure
Hit it over and over, we doing extra
I can scratch ya and fold up, we get to mobbing
Bottle popping, I'm stressed for you, gave me options
Life is best in the backseat, ayy
Sunshine give me light words
Ain't soundin' right girl, come and spend a night, ayy
I ain't really drunk, I ain't really drunk
I ain't really drunk, I ain't really drunk
I ain't really drunk, I ain't really drunk
Just a lil' buzz, just a lil' buzz
Just a lil' buzz, just a lil' buzz
Just a lil' buzz, just a lil' buzz
I ain't really drunk, I ain't really drunk
I ain't really drunk, I ain't really drunk
I ain't really drunk, I ain't really drunk
I ain't really drunk, I ain't really drunk
I ain't really drunk, I ain't really drunk
Just a lil' buzz, just a lil' buzz
Just a lil' buzz, just a lil' buzz
Just a lil' buzz, just a lil' buzz
I ain't really drunk, I ain't really drunk
Never had enough, pass me the mask, ayy
Are you down for me? Girl, bend on my last, ayy
See the sirens pulling up, pigs on my ass, ayy
Even when the money come, gon' with you fast, ayy
Why my grandma couldn't live, gone way too fast, ayy
Cousin murdered in the field, gone way too fast, ayy
Got a liver full of yak, weed in the bag, ayy
Got Ciroc for the hoes, chill on the stash, ayy
Pass me the gas, 488, stunt man, blast from the past
Got my damn trunk in the front, top in the back, ayy
Hell yeah, nigga drunk, buzz if they ask, ayy
I ain't really drunk, I ain't really drunk
I ain't really drunk, I ain't really drunk
I ain't really drunk, I ain't really drunk
Just a lil' buzz, just a lil' buzz
Just a lil' buzz, just a lil' buzz
Just a lil' buzz, just a lil' buzz
I ain't really drunk, I ain't really drunk
I ain't really
Hol' up
Just a lil' buzz, just a lil' buzz
Don't be worried, baby, this is what I does
Backstroke, looking for a quick flood
You be lying when you say you want us to love
Two cups in, and you already lookin' for love
You a cutie and lookin' purdy and perfect
What you drinkin' feel amazing
Imagine we get to think
I'll explore you and tour you and keep it cordial
She prestigious, the cleanest, I could be dreaming
F*ck my ex is a no-no
Did the love thing, it cost me, she crossed me
Let me work it, you feel your virgin in circles
The groovy Capo, I keep it nasty, attractive
Hit it backwards, do it faster and faster
This a classic, I done mastered the climax, you feel the pressure
Hit it over and over, we doing extra
I can scratch ya and fold up, we get to mobbing
Bottle popping, I'm stressed for you, gave me options
Life is best in the backseat, ayy
Sunshine give me light words
Ain't soundin' right girl, come and spend a night, ayy
I ain't really drunk, I ain't really drunk
I ain't really drunk, I ain't really drunk
I ain't really drunk, I ain't really drunk
Just a lil' buzz, just a lil' buzz
Just a lil' buzz, just a lil' buzz
Just a lil' buzz, just a lil' buzz
I ain't really drunk, I ain't really drunk
I ain't really drunk, I ain't really drunk
Writer: Dacoury Natche, Danny Keyz, Mark Anthony Spears, Quincey Hanley, Ricardo Valentine
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lies
Stop, oh
Stop tellin' lies on me, that shit ain't okay (Hey, hey, hey)
Stop tellin' lies on me, that shit ain't okay (Hey, hey, hey)
Lil' bitch
You ain't got no, you ain't got no, you ain't got no leverage
You ain't got no, you ain't got no, you ain't got no leverage
You ain't got no, you ain't got no, you ain't got no leverage
Ayy, who the f*ck said I ain't him? (I ain't him)
Got a new deposit, nigga, I ain't them (I ain't them)
They playing with the shit and I don't see no wins (No wins)
I'm trying to get the pussy, mommy one more again (One more again, ayy)
I f*cked it up, I made enough, my rims, my truck
My roof is stuck, my house, my luck
My bitch, my yard, my cash enlarged (Ayy)
Left the bitch attitude at the old place
Four eightyeight, yeah, with the road rage
Nine on my lap, I ain't never play it safe
I ain't gotta rap to you niggas, been straight (Been straight)
You ain't cute (You ain't cute)
Lying for the 'Gram, bitch you ain't cute (You ain't cute)
Hate this, hate that, that ain't cool
Said I did you dirty, but that ain't true (Aye)
Stop tellin' lies on me, that shit ain't okay (Hey, hey, hey)
Stop tellin' lies on me, that shit ain't okay (Hey, hey, hey)
Lil' bitch
You ain't got no, you ain't got no, you ain't got no leverage (Uh)
You ain't got no, you ain't got no, you ain't got no leverage
You ain't got no, you ain't got no, you ain't got no leverage (It's YG, 4hunnid)
You said I hit it raw, you lyin'
You said I ate them drawers, you lyin'
Reachin' for the stars, you tryin'
The home girls wanna beat your ass and now you hiding
I f*cked you once, once enough
I beat it up, then left you stuck
We not in touch, you mad as f*ck
I'ma try to stop thinking with my dick head for once (Ayy)
You want some rapper dick for the clout
She wanna be seen when you take her out
You from L.A. but you made it to the south
Fresh off the flight 'cause you just got flew'd out
Damn, found out your Instagram a lie (It's a lie)
You f*cked up my vibe (My vibe)
Can't f*ck with you 'cause I got too much pride (Too much pride)
Go Gucci Mane, get the f*ck out my ride
Stop tellin' lies on me, that shit ain't okay (Hey, hey, hey)
Stop tellin' lies on me, that shit ain't okay (Hey, hey, hey)
Lil' bitch
You ain't got no, you ain't got no, you ain't got no leverage
You ain't got no, you ain't got no, you ain't got no leverage
You ain't got no, you ain't got no, you ain't got no leverage
Stop tellin' lies on me, that shit ain't okay (Hey, hey, hey)
Stop tellin' lies on me, that shit ain't okay (Hey, hey, hey)
Lil' bitch
You ain't got no, you ain't got no, you ain't got no leverage
You ain't got no, you ain't got no, you ain't got no leverage
You ain't got no, you ain't got no, you ain't got no leverage
Ayy, who the f*ck said I ain't him? (I ain't him)
Got a new deposit, nigga, I ain't them (I ain't them)
They playing with the shit and I don't see no wins (No wins)
I'm trying to get the pussy, mommy one more again (One more again, ayy)
I f*cked it up, I made enough, my rims, my truck
My roof is stuck, my house, my luck
My bitch, my yard, my cash enlarged (Ayy)
Left the bitch attitude at the old place
Four eightyeight, yeah, with the road rage
Nine on my lap, I ain't never play it safe
I ain't gotta rap to you niggas, been straight (Been straight)
You ain't cute (You ain't cute)
Lying for the 'Gram, bitch you ain't cute (You ain't cute)
Hate this, hate that, that ain't cool
Said I did you dirty, but that ain't true (Aye)
Stop tellin' lies on me, that shit ain't okay (Hey, hey, hey)
Stop tellin' lies on me, that shit ain't okay (Hey, hey, hey)
Lil' bitch
You ain't got no, you ain't got no, you ain't got no leverage (Uh)
You ain't got no, you ain't got no, you ain't got no leverage
You ain't got no, you ain't got no, you ain't got no leverage (It's YG, 4hunnid)
You said I hit it raw, you lyin'
You said I ate them drawers, you lyin'
Reachin' for the stars, you tryin'
The home girls wanna beat your ass and now you hiding
I f*cked you once, once enough
I beat it up, then left you stuck
We not in touch, you mad as f*ck
I'ma try to stop thinking with my dick head for once (Ayy)
You want some rapper dick for the clout
She wanna be seen when you take her out
You from L.A. but you made it to the south
Fresh off the flight 'cause you just got flew'd out
Damn, found out your Instagram a lie (It's a lie)
You f*cked up my vibe (My vibe)
Can't f*ck with you 'cause I got too much pride (Too much pride)
Go Gucci Mane, get the f*ck out my ride
Stop tellin' lies on me, that shit ain't okay (Hey, hey, hey)
Stop tellin' lies on me, that shit ain't okay (Hey, hey, hey)
Lil' bitch
You ain't got no, you ain't got no, you ain't got no leverage
You ain't got no, you ain't got no, you ain't got no leverage
You ain't got no, you ain't got no, you ain't got no leverage
Writer: Daniel Tannenbaum, Hykeem Carter, Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Mark Anthony Spears, Quincy Matthew Hanley, Tyrone William Griffin Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
5200
(One) I done lost money made it back
Everybody get the (Two) f*ck out the way right now
I just got a burner, where they at?
(Three) Car doin' doughnuts in a flash
(If you in this motherf*cker, make noise right now)
(Four) Straight like this, I need my money in a bag
Oh, yeah, I been counting dead men, puttin' bodies in a safe (Safe)
52 hunnid, one swipe, throw it away (Safe)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
I been counting dead men, puttin' bodies in a safe (Safe)
52 hunnid, one swipe, throw it away (Safe)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
Aye, got it on me
If I ain't got nothin' that matter on me
Dare one try, who frontin' on me
Ain't no smut, no chatter on me
Money on me, hunnid on me
Both got rocks, look better on me
Spaceship parked, no landin' on me
Wrecked my Lamb, don't need it on E
Four words I know, yeah
F*ck all you hoes, ayy
I do the most, ayy
Put that in quotes, ayy
Diamond on me, jumpin' on me
You lil' boys can't match milli' on me
10K fit, put Groovy on fleek
D-boy fresh, since school in '03
Speed racer, top down on e-way
Throw it back like replay
Most of y'all won't be safe
I came from hard knocks
I stack, bring more knots
Gang tats and stove tops
Act like you know us, you bum biatch
Oh, yeah, I been counting dead men, puttin' bodies in a safe (Safe)
52 hunnid, one swipe, throw it away (Safe)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
I been counting dead men, puttin' bodies in a safe (Safe)
52 hunnid, one swipe, throw it away (Safe)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
First mill' showed up, ayy
'Rari gon' go nuts, ayy
Jewelry hang, all out, ayy
Bitches gon' call now, ayy
Dollars ain't C-Notes, ayy
Houses on each coast, ayy
Glock goes emo, ayy
Porsche sound Debo, ayy
Four words, I know, yeah
F*ck all you hoes, ayy
Chain whip, dip splash, uh
Slim bitch, all ass, ayy
Groove fresh, pots I serve
This might wrist ice burn
Real life rich, get curved
Bitch look fine, still broke
Bitch, my wrist came woke
Big bling, wrist got sore
I must live my worth
Chain drip down my shirt
My block been Iraq
Three mill', pay my tax
Your shit seized, all bad
Feel my back, all cash
Oh, yeah, I been counting dead men, puttin' bodies in a safe (Safe)
52 hunnid, one swipe, throw it away (Safe)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
I been counting dead men, puttin' bodies in a safe (Safe)
52 hunnid, one swipe, throw it away (Safe)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
Everybody get the (Two) f*ck out the way right now
I just got a burner, where they at?
(Three) Car doin' doughnuts in a flash
(If you in this motherf*cker, make noise right now)
(Four) Straight like this, I need my money in a bag
Oh, yeah, I been counting dead men, puttin' bodies in a safe (Safe)
52 hunnid, one swipe, throw it away (Safe)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
I been counting dead men, puttin' bodies in a safe (Safe)
52 hunnid, one swipe, throw it away (Safe)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
Aye, got it on me
If I ain't got nothin' that matter on me
Dare one try, who frontin' on me
Ain't no smut, no chatter on me
Money on me, hunnid on me
Both got rocks, look better on me
Spaceship parked, no landin' on me
Wrecked my Lamb, don't need it on E
Four words I know, yeah
F*ck all you hoes, ayy
I do the most, ayy
Put that in quotes, ayy
Diamond on me, jumpin' on me
You lil' boys can't match milli' on me
10K fit, put Groovy on fleek
D-boy fresh, since school in '03
Speed racer, top down on e-way
Throw it back like replay
Most of y'all won't be safe
I came from hard knocks
I stack, bring more knots
Gang tats and stove tops
Act like you know us, you bum biatch
Oh, yeah, I been counting dead men, puttin' bodies in a safe (Safe)
52 hunnid, one swipe, throw it away (Safe)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
I been counting dead men, puttin' bodies in a safe (Safe)
52 hunnid, one swipe, throw it away (Safe)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
First mill' showed up, ayy
'Rari gon' go nuts, ayy
Jewelry hang, all out, ayy
Bitches gon' call now, ayy
Dollars ain't C-Notes, ayy
Houses on each coast, ayy
Glock goes emo, ayy
Porsche sound Debo, ayy
Four words, I know, yeah
F*ck all you hoes, ayy
Chain whip, dip splash, uh
Slim bitch, all ass, ayy
Groove fresh, pots I serve
This might wrist ice burn
Real life rich, get curved
Bitch look fine, still broke
Bitch, my wrist came woke
Big bling, wrist got sore
I must live my worth
Chain drip down my shirt
My block been Iraq
Three mill', pay my tax
Your shit seized, all bad
Feel my back, all cash
Oh, yeah, I been counting dead men, puttin' bodies in a safe (Safe)
52 hunnid, one swipe, throw it away (Safe)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
I been counting dead men, puttin' bodies in a safe (Safe)
52 hunnid, one swipe, throw it away (Safe)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
Writer: Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Mark Anthony Spears, Quincey Hanley, Ramon Ibanga Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Black Folk
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
You ain't talkin' 'bout no bread or no guap or no fetti or no cake
Get the f*ck up out my face, what you say?
Wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted (Ooh ooh), wasted, wasted
Living like I'm 'posed to, yeah
I'ma f*ck up like I'm 'posed to, yeah
Who knew failure make you better? (Better)
My adversities done turned me to a killer (Uh)
Sabotage, uh, men who washed, uh, give me cars
Hundred whores (Uh), gimme yours (Uh), back and forth
Fast life, got the rock mane, it's a ball game
Copped chain, get a Benzo, it's a black thang
Court case, nigga shell case, it's a heat wave
Done for, took the whole flow, no need for encore
I run this, I rather gun shit, or hit the function
I'm basic, don't wanna chase it, my talent wasted
I know this, somehow I lost it, the way I fold it
The black mind is where it started 'cause we was chosen
The water is where we crossed it and got to building
With dreaming but lost the feeling, we stopped believing
And uh
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
You ain't talkin' 'bout no bread or no guap or no fetti or no cake
Get the f*ck up out my face, what you say?
Wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted (Ooh ooh), wasted, wasted
When I got it, it was great
'Til you know, then you start to hate
You know a fake nigga, his favorite words is "he fake"
Talking 'bout I'll pay you back, bitch, do that with your down payment
All that damn hating, I'm better at love making
Tryna stay positive out of negative energy
Nigga don't play with me
You must think my loyalty slavery, uh
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
You ain't talkin' 'bout no bread or no guap or no fetti or no cake
Get the f*ck up out my face, what you say?
Wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted (Ooh ooh), wasted, wasted
Living like I'm 'posed to, yeah
I'ma f*ck up like I'm 'posed to, yeah
Who knew failure make you better? (Better)
My adversities done turned me to a killer (Uh)
Sabotage, uh, men who washed, uh, give me cars
Hundred whores (Uh), gimme yours (Uh), back and forth
Fast life, got the rock mane, it's a ball game
Copped chain, get a Benzo, it's a black thang
Court case, nigga shell case, it's a heat wave
Done for, took the whole flow, no need for encore
I run this, I rather gun shit, or hit the function
I'm basic, don't wanna chase it, my talent wasted
I know this, somehow I lost it, the way I fold it
The black mind is where it started 'cause we was chosen
The water is where we crossed it and got to building
With dreaming but lost the feeling, we stopped believing
And uh
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
You ain't talkin' 'bout no bread or no guap or no fetti or no cake
Get the f*ck up out my face, what you say?
Wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted (Ooh ooh), wasted, wasted
When I got it, it was great
'Til you know, then you start to hate
You know a fake nigga, his favorite words is "he fake"
Talking 'bout I'll pay you back, bitch, do that with your down payment
All that damn hating, I'm better at love making
Tryna stay positive out of negative energy
Nigga don't play with me
You must think my loyalty slavery, uh
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Writer: Dacoury Natche, Jacob Dutton, Quincey Hanley
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Floating
Fall in this bitch, transfusion with the drip drop
Sauce everywhere and got broccoli in my Ziploc
Tatted on my face, no role model that's for Kidz Bops
Got it on my waist, let that shit rock, I'm floating
Floating, I'm floating, floating, floating, floating, floating (Aye)
Floating, I'm floating, floating, floating (Aye), floating, floating
Swag on max, got no legs bitch, I'm floating
Might turn into a ghost, bum bitch, yes I'm floating
Floating, I'm floating, floating (Woo), floating, floating (Woo), floating, floating
Floating, I'm floating, floating, floating, floating (Ayy), floating, floating
Swag on max, got no legs bitch, I'm floating
Might turn into a ghost, bum bitch, yes I'm floating (Woo)
Take it off, yeah, going off, yeah
Money been here, the body's in here
I'm ringing up here, the chopper don't fear
The Prada get late, the pussy gon' wait
The money I chase, the 'Rari don't break
You killing my pace, the Carti my face
A mill in my safe, now hand me that tape
Ten toes in the mud, who the plug getting wrapped?
Tan tone yellow pills, selling seals and it's facts (Ayy)
I ain't trying to wife you, too emotional (Emotional)
Now take this in and out like it's supposed to go
Made it out the hood, had to bounce right quick (Bounce right quick)
Wonder how I drop out, learn to count like this (Learn to count like this)
Got a new house and a condo, where I keep my shit (Where I keep my shit)
Got a shoestring 'round the thing thing, man, who built like this (Okay I'm floating, ay)
Floating, I'm floating, floating, floating, floating, floating (Aye)
Floating, I'm floating, floating, floating (Aye), floating, floating
Swag on max, got no legs bitch, I'm floating
Might turn into a ghost, bum bitch, yes I'm floating
Floating, I'm floating, floating (Woo), floating, floating (Woo), floating, floating
Floating, I'm floating, floating, floating, floating (Ayy), floating, floating
Swag on max, got no legs bitch, I'm floating
Might turn into a ghost, bum bitch, yes I'm floating (Woo)
I'm on Percocet floating (Yeah), AR toting (Straight up)
Big blunt smoking ass nigga (21, 21)
In a Maybach, joking (Straight up)
Drive the 'Rari like it's stolen (Yeah)
He a broke Ford Focus ass nigga (Ha)
Pay me for a show, I got a chopper (21)
All this metal, they gon' call the coppers (21)
Can't run the game 'round rappers (Straight up)
'Cause I hang around all robbers (On God)
Little nigga, do you got a problem? (What?)
Little nigga, we'll come and solve it (Straight up)
Cash coming in, can't stop it (21)
I'm running to the money, y'all jogging (Yeah)
Richard Milles represent victories (21)
Still the same, I'm just a richer me (Oh God)
A washed up bitch don't mean shit to me (Nothing)
I'ma let your best friend nibble me (Yeah)
You can't do nothing for me
Unless you leaving hickeys on my dick, bitch (21)
Slaughter Gang, freak hoes get punched, just for trying to kiss me (21, 21)
Floating, I'm floating, floating, floating, floating, floating (Aye)
Floating, I'm floating, floating, floating (Aye), floating, floating
Swag on max, got no legs bitch, I'm floating
Might turn into a ghost, bum bitch, yes I'm floating
Floating, I'm floating, floating (Woo), floating, floating (Woo), floating, floating
Floating, I'm floating, floating, floating, floating (Ayy), floating, floating
Swag on max, got no legs bitch, I'm floating
Might turn into a ghost, bum bitch, yes I'm floating (Woo)
Sauce everywhere and got broccoli in my Ziploc
Tatted on my face, no role model that's for Kidz Bops
Got it on my waist, let that shit rock, I'm floating
Floating, I'm floating, floating, floating, floating, floating (Aye)
Floating, I'm floating, floating, floating (Aye), floating, floating
Swag on max, got no legs bitch, I'm floating
Might turn into a ghost, bum bitch, yes I'm floating
Floating, I'm floating, floating (Woo), floating, floating (Woo), floating, floating
Floating, I'm floating, floating, floating, floating (Ayy), floating, floating
Swag on max, got no legs bitch, I'm floating
Might turn into a ghost, bum bitch, yes I'm floating (Woo)
Take it off, yeah, going off, yeah
Money been here, the body's in here
I'm ringing up here, the chopper don't fear
The Prada get late, the pussy gon' wait
The money I chase, the 'Rari don't break
You killing my pace, the Carti my face
A mill in my safe, now hand me that tape
Ten toes in the mud, who the plug getting wrapped?
Tan tone yellow pills, selling seals and it's facts (Ayy)
I ain't trying to wife you, too emotional (Emotional)
Now take this in and out like it's supposed to go
Made it out the hood, had to bounce right quick (Bounce right quick)
Wonder how I drop out, learn to count like this (Learn to count like this)
Got a new house and a condo, where I keep my shit (Where I keep my shit)
Got a shoestring 'round the thing thing, man, who built like this (Okay I'm floating, ay)
Floating, I'm floating, floating, floating, floating, floating (Aye)
Floating, I'm floating, floating, floating (Aye), floating, floating
Swag on max, got no legs bitch, I'm floating
Might turn into a ghost, bum bitch, yes I'm floating
Floating, I'm floating, floating (Woo), floating, floating (Woo), floating, floating
Floating, I'm floating, floating, floating, floating (Ayy), floating, floating
Swag on max, got no legs bitch, I'm floating
Might turn into a ghost, bum bitch, yes I'm floating (Woo)
I'm on Percocet floating (Yeah), AR toting (Straight up)
Big blunt smoking ass nigga (21, 21)
In a Maybach, joking (Straight up)
Drive the 'Rari like it's stolen (Yeah)
He a broke Ford Focus ass nigga (Ha)
Pay me for a show, I got a chopper (21)
All this metal, they gon' call the coppers (21)
Can't run the game 'round rappers (Straight up)
'Cause I hang around all robbers (On God)
Little nigga, do you got a problem? (What?)
Little nigga, we'll come and solve it (Straight up)
Cash coming in, can't stop it (21)
I'm running to the money, y'all jogging (Yeah)
Richard Milles represent victories (21)
Still the same, I'm just a richer me (Oh God)
A washed up bitch don't mean shit to me (Nothing)
I'ma let your best friend nibble me (Yeah)
You can't do nothing for me
Unless you leaving hickeys on my dick, bitch (21)
Slaughter Gang, freak hoes get punched, just for trying to kiss me (21, 21)
Floating, I'm floating, floating, floating, floating, floating (Aye)
Floating, I'm floating, floating, floating (Aye), floating, floating
Swag on max, got no legs bitch, I'm floating
Might turn into a ghost, bum bitch, yes I'm floating
Floating, I'm floating, floating (Woo), floating, floating (Woo), floating, floating
Floating, I'm floating, floating, floating, floating (Ayy), floating, floating
Swag on max, got no legs bitch, I'm floating
Might turn into a ghost, bum bitch, yes I'm floating (Woo)
Writer: Brock F. Korsan, Johnny Juliano, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Quincy Matthew Hanley, Ronald Latour, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Dangerous
I'm feeling dangerous, I'm feeling nauseous
Rolling me crazy, some marijuana
Smoking and faded, I got enormous
Drinkin' and swangin', I'm feelin' dangerous
Greet me by my hand 'til you teach me to float
Head is in the cloud, with my stomach below
Somethin' 'bout this feeling, I felt it before
Took this pill and it swallowed me whole
Pinch me on my arm, is it heaven or fun
If I don't come back, had a hell of a run
Taste you through my nose, smell the death on the tongue
Can't get high enough to get over the hump (Uh)
How many friends around me helping me lose?
How many excuses until I'm excused?
Shadow my morning, I ain't dreaming it right
Ain't no way a flower could bloom in the night
Family tried to warn me, couldn't keep me awake
'Til I figure flying, a better escape
But flying ain't flying when you're stuck on your ass
Pleasure took my driver then caused me to crash
Uh, took me forever, we was stuck in the mud
Chicken crossed the road to get out of the hood
Was drawing this darker feeling, feeling my face
Somebody go hand my drug dealer a K (K)
Bass on the Perc' and activating the sub (Sub)
Sold my heart and soul, that's a hell of a drug (Drug)
Take this hear, introduce you to love (Uh)
Take this hear, introduce you to love
I'm feeling dangerous (Hmmm), I'm feeling nauseous
Rolling me crazy (Hmmm), some marijuana
I'm feeling dangerous
CrasH Talk take 3
Rolling me crazy, some marijuana
Smoking and faded, I got enormous
Drinkin' and swangin', I'm feelin' dangerous
Greet me by my hand 'til you teach me to float
Head is in the cloud, with my stomach below
Somethin' 'bout this feeling, I felt it before
Took this pill and it swallowed me whole
Pinch me on my arm, is it heaven or fun
If I don't come back, had a hell of a run
Taste you through my nose, smell the death on the tongue
Can't get high enough to get over the hump (Uh)
How many friends around me helping me lose?
How many excuses until I'm excused?
Shadow my morning, I ain't dreaming it right
Ain't no way a flower could bloom in the night
Family tried to warn me, couldn't keep me awake
'Til I figure flying, a better escape
But flying ain't flying when you're stuck on your ass
Pleasure took my driver then caused me to crash
Uh, took me forever, we was stuck in the mud
Chicken crossed the road to get out of the hood
Was drawing this darker feeling, feeling my face
Somebody go hand my drug dealer a K (K)
Bass on the Perc' and activating the sub (Sub)
Sold my heart and soul, that's a hell of a drug (Drug)
Take this hear, introduce you to love (Uh)
Take this hear, introduce you to love
I'm feeling dangerous (Hmmm), I'm feeling nauseous
Rolling me crazy (Hmmm), some marijuana
I'm feeling dangerous
CrasH Talk take 3
Writer: Dacoury Natche, Quincey Hanley, Scott Mescudi, Siege Monstrosity
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Die Wit Em
Oh
Woo
Oh
Yeah
Got that .40 on my lap, I'm God nigga (God, God, God)
Hit that bitch from yesterday, she my nigga (my, my, my)
Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em (ayy, slide, slide, slide)
You keep talking, bitch, then you can die wit 'em (die, die, die, ayy)
White chalk on the ground, the squad did it (squad, squad, squad, ayy)
One came with two clips, it came wit it (came wit it, ayy)
Old school got that leanin', top missing (top, top, top, ayy)
'64 side to side, it bounce, ribbit (ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, ayy)
Rapping shit we live, we been did it (been, been, ayy)
Mix and match my bitch, she real different (real, real, real, ayy)
Beat my bitches' asses dumb stupid (dumb, dumb, dumb, ayy)
911, twin turb', it sound foolish (sound, sound, sound, ayy)
Couple pieces, gotta have it (have it, ayy)
Caught a wave, is it magic? (uh)
Crush your head, is it magic? (uh, ayy)
Dropping bodies in the casket (uh)
I'm a legend in the set (yeah)
Your big homie getting checked (uh)
The realest nigga out the West (uh)
Makaveli in the flesh (uh)
Orange beanie, think about it (uh)
Got a pistol out the closet (uh)
Another mil' to deposit (uh)
Heard your record, I'm your father (uh)
Switching styles, pick a product (uh)
Snatching bitches by the Prada's (uh)
Hit a lick up in the Pradas (uh)
Another win for the robbers
Got that .40 on my lap, I'm God nigga (God, God, God)
Hit that bitch from yesterday, she my nigga (my, my, my)
Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em (ayy, slide, slide, slide)
You keep talking, bitch, then you can die wit 'em (die, die, die, ayy)
No aim with this kick, I'm wild wit it (wild, wild, wild)
Hop out in them Chucks, get down nigga (down, down, down, ayy)
Candles lit, he fed the whole corner (whole, whole, whole, ayy)
Bitch don't call my phone, the feds on us (feds, feds)
One right through your scalp, the wig killer (wave, wave, wave, ayy)
New fur on my bitch, it's chinchilla (chilla, chilla, ayy)
This here on my wrist, I been had it (hey, hey, yeah)
This here on my hip, do real static (static, static, yeah, huh)
Nigga my bitch is amazing (amazing)
Slapping the clip, perfect (perfect)
Dropping the whip, swerving (swerving)
Balling mane, Balmain (ayy)
See that R.I.C.O., get to hiding (hiding)
MAC .90 get to sliding (sliding)
Step aside, I get to dropping (ayy)
And my hoodie like I'm 'posed to (ayy)
Extra o for the HOVA (over)
Trap tales, I'm a soldier
Young nigga get to leaking (yeah)
Nigga beat it, ain't get to breath
Niggas die every summer (uh)
Niggas ride every summer (uh)
Bring the heat for the cutter (uh)
Play with sticks, I'm a drummer (uh)
Got that .40 on my lap, I'm God nigga (God, God, God)
Hit that bitch from yesterday, she my nigga (my, my, my)
Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em (ayy, slide, slide, slide)
You keep talking, bitch, then you can die wit 'em (die, die, die, ayy)
.40 on my lap, I'm God nigga (God, God, God)
Hit that bitch from yesterday, she my nigga (my, my, my)
Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em (ayy, slide, slide, slide)
You keep talking, bitch, then you can die wit 'em (die wit 'em)
Woo
Oh
Yeah
Got that .40 on my lap, I'm God nigga (God, God, God)
Hit that bitch from yesterday, she my nigga (my, my, my)
Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em (ayy, slide, slide, slide)
You keep talking, bitch, then you can die wit 'em (die, die, die, ayy)
White chalk on the ground, the squad did it (squad, squad, squad, ayy)
One came with two clips, it came wit it (came wit it, ayy)
Old school got that leanin', top missing (top, top, top, ayy)
'64 side to side, it bounce, ribbit (ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, ayy)
Rapping shit we live, we been did it (been, been, ayy)
Mix and match my bitch, she real different (real, real, real, ayy)
Beat my bitches' asses dumb stupid (dumb, dumb, dumb, ayy)
911, twin turb', it sound foolish (sound, sound, sound, ayy)
Couple pieces, gotta have it (have it, ayy)
Caught a wave, is it magic? (uh)
Crush your head, is it magic? (uh, ayy)
Dropping bodies in the casket (uh)
I'm a legend in the set (yeah)
Your big homie getting checked (uh)
The realest nigga out the West (uh)
Makaveli in the flesh (uh)
Orange beanie, think about it (uh)
Got a pistol out the closet (uh)
Another mil' to deposit (uh)
Heard your record, I'm your father (uh)
Switching styles, pick a product (uh)
Snatching bitches by the Prada's (uh)
Hit a lick up in the Pradas (uh)
Another win for the robbers
Got that .40 on my lap, I'm God nigga (God, God, God)
Hit that bitch from yesterday, she my nigga (my, my, my)
Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em (ayy, slide, slide, slide)
You keep talking, bitch, then you can die wit 'em (die, die, die, ayy)
No aim with this kick, I'm wild wit it (wild, wild, wild)
Hop out in them Chucks, get down nigga (down, down, down, ayy)
Candles lit, he fed the whole corner (whole, whole, whole, ayy)
Bitch don't call my phone, the feds on us (feds, feds)
One right through your scalp, the wig killer (wave, wave, wave, ayy)
New fur on my bitch, it's chinchilla (chilla, chilla, ayy)
This here on my wrist, I been had it (hey, hey, yeah)
This here on my hip, do real static (static, static, yeah, huh)
Nigga my bitch is amazing (amazing)
Slapping the clip, perfect (perfect)
Dropping the whip, swerving (swerving)
Balling mane, Balmain (ayy)
See that R.I.C.O., get to hiding (hiding)
MAC .90 get to sliding (sliding)
Step aside, I get to dropping (ayy)
And my hoodie like I'm 'posed to (ayy)
Extra o for the HOVA (over)
Trap tales, I'm a soldier
Young nigga get to leaking (yeah)
Nigga beat it, ain't get to breath
Niggas die every summer (uh)
Niggas ride every summer (uh)
Bring the heat for the cutter (uh)
Play with sticks, I'm a drummer (uh)
Got that .40 on my lap, I'm God nigga (God, God, God)
Hit that bitch from yesterday, she my nigga (my, my, my)
Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em (ayy, slide, slide, slide)
You keep talking, bitch, then you can die wit 'em (die, die, die, ayy)
.40 on my lap, I'm God nigga (God, God, God)
Hit that bitch from yesterday, she my nigga (my, my, my)
Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em (ayy, slide, slide, slide)
You keep talking, bitch, then you can die wit 'em (die wit 'em)
Writer: Brock Korsan, Daveon Lamont Jackson, John Earl Julian, Quincy Matthew Hanley, Ronald Latour
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
CrasH
(Uh, oh)
(Uh, oh)
Too many M's to make (to make)
Too many rules to break (to break)
Too many fightin' that case (that case)
I gotta find my way (my way)
Daughter need new shoes (shoes)
If I lose, she lose (lose)
Then I ain't gettin' used to losses
Days like this, I wish all my locs was unchained (chained)
I mastered the rap game (game), I mastered the dope game (game)
Still I feel like I'm God-like on these long flights
I'm left behind, it don't feel right
Can't write the script when this real life
Rich, still dodgin' that bus ride
From the west side where don't shit slide, we on drip time
Seen the field in their lies (their lies)
Can't be serious with no rappers (no rappers)
Stayed down and what happened? (What happened?)
Got my daughter that mansion (that mansion)
Gave my mother that million (that million)
Sold my soul to my feelings (my feelings)
Can't go blind 'bout these women (no)
Too many M's to make (to make)
Too many rules to break (to break)
Too many fightin' that case (that case)
I gotta find my way (my way)
Daughter need new shoes (shoes)
If I lose, she lose (lose)
Then I ain't gettin' used to losses
I'm goin' on 'til I crash
F*ck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash
Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my
It knock me on my
Nigga gotta hit the golf course to get a peace of mind
Family friends want a piece of mine
I can tell they all piecin' up
And I can show 'em where peace resides
Since eight years old, I knew I'd be rich
'Cause the college route, it wasn't 'bout shit
Tried the honest route, but chose house licks
Tried to lock me up, but can't catch this
Now where we touch down is on my X list, I'm on a fresh tip
Too much time out livin' reckless
Now I got time up on my left wrist
Lil' rappers ain't impressive (ain't impressive)
Your tax bracket ain't impressive (ain't impressive)
You buy a chain, but won't buy no land
That hashtag should say, "Desperate" (desperate)
I'm kickin' game for these young niggas
'Cause one day they'll meet my daughter (uh)
All that bullshit I taught her (uh)
Way too blessed to be normal (uh)
Upper echelon, but we stand that
So, girl, be proud that your skin black
And be happy, girl, that your hair napped
'Cause the school system won't teach that
Where your father been, you gon' reach that
Too many M's to make (to make)
Too many rules to break (to break)
Too many fightin' that case (that case)
I gotta find my way (my way)
Daughter need new shoes (shoes)
If I lose, she lose (lose)
Then I ain't gettin' used to losses
I'm goin' on 'til I crash
F*ck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash
Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my
It knock me on my
(Uh, oh)
Too many M's to make (to make)
Too many rules to break (to break)
Too many fightin' that case (that case)
I gotta find my way (my way)
Daughter need new shoes (shoes)
If I lose, she lose (lose)
Then I ain't gettin' used to losses
Days like this, I wish all my locs was unchained (chained)
I mastered the rap game (game), I mastered the dope game (game)
Still I feel like I'm God-like on these long flights
I'm left behind, it don't feel right
Can't write the script when this real life
Rich, still dodgin' that bus ride
From the west side where don't shit slide, we on drip time
Seen the field in their lies (their lies)
Can't be serious with no rappers (no rappers)
Stayed down and what happened? (What happened?)
Got my daughter that mansion (that mansion)
Gave my mother that million (that million)
Sold my soul to my feelings (my feelings)
Can't go blind 'bout these women (no)
Too many M's to make (to make)
Too many rules to break (to break)
Too many fightin' that case (that case)
I gotta find my way (my way)
Daughter need new shoes (shoes)
If I lose, she lose (lose)
Then I ain't gettin' used to losses
I'm goin' on 'til I crash
F*ck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash
Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my
It knock me on my
Nigga gotta hit the golf course to get a peace of mind
Family friends want a piece of mine
I can tell they all piecin' up
And I can show 'em where peace resides
Since eight years old, I knew I'd be rich
'Cause the college route, it wasn't 'bout shit
Tried the honest route, but chose house licks
Tried to lock me up, but can't catch this
Now where we touch down is on my X list, I'm on a fresh tip
Too much time out livin' reckless
Now I got time up on my left wrist
Lil' rappers ain't impressive (ain't impressive)
Your tax bracket ain't impressive (ain't impressive)
You buy a chain, but won't buy no land
That hashtag should say, "Desperate" (desperate)
I'm kickin' game for these young niggas
'Cause one day they'll meet my daughter (uh)
All that bullshit I taught her (uh)
Way too blessed to be normal (uh)
Upper echelon, but we stand that
So, girl, be proud that your skin black
And be happy, girl, that your hair napped
'Cause the school system won't teach that
Where your father been, you gon' reach that
Too many M's to make (to make)
Too many rules to break (to break)
Too many fightin' that case (that case)
I gotta find my way (my way)
Daughter need new shoes (shoes)
If I lose, she lose (lose)
Then I ain't gettin' used to losses
I'm goin' on 'til I crash
F*ck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash
Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my
It knock me on my
Writer: Billy Edd Bill Wheeler, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Quincy Matthew Hanley
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Water
Yeah, I got that water, yeah, I got that water (That extra water)
I got that water, yeah, I got that water
I got that water, yeah, I got the water
I got that water, yeah, I got that water
The engine too fast, a nigga could never be late (Ayy, ooh)
Gun in my pants, the ego gon' sound like the bass (Ayy, oh)
Don't f*ck with the badge, you see what I did to his face (Ayy, brr)
Just keeping it real, if it's realer than me then it's fake (Ayy)
Fishtailing down the block
Gang tats is all I got
Fly Crippin' never stop (Woo, uh)
Loving you more, loving you less, I'm balling (Balling)
I'm dropping the top, no need for the tint, I'm extra (Uh)
This ain't for the fame
Lil' bitch, what you think? Ayy (Woo)
I'm covered in gang, ayy
I run with the gang (Run with the gang)
I do what you can't (I do what you can't)
My money attained (Ice ice)
I might build a bank, woo (Woo)
Yeah, I got that water, yeah, I got that water (That extra water)
I got that water, yeah, I got that water (Huh, bling)
I got that water, yeah, I got the water (Yeah)
I got that water, yeah, I got that water (Oh)
I got that water, no raindrop
Hit her one time, now her name poppin'
Plead the fifth on the bitch, I don't do name droppin'
Came through dripping on them, Gucci tube socks
I'm so geeked up, I think that I'm ScHoolboy
Made some racks off a show, bought some new water
How the f*ck did this baddie get 'cross the border?
Got a green card on her to-do list
If it work, I'ma make her my new bitch
On the West with the gang on that blue shit
They just talk like they tough, they don't do shit
When that white hit my hand, I'ma move it
Sold a hundred this week just to prove it
Poppin' pills every night, making movies
I be wet like I jumped in a f*cking Jacuzzi
Blue hundreds stacked taller than Uzi
Young hitter, got your vibe in here choosing
As long as we f*ckin' everything cool
Half of this thing'll send you to the moon
You can just hit me when you with your dude
Whenever you see me, I be with them goons
We ain't gon' fix 'em but we got 'em tools
I keep that water on me like a pool, oh yeah
Yeah, I got that water, yeah, I got that water (That extra water)
I got that water, yeah, I got that water (Huh)
I got that water, yeah, I got the water (Yeah)
I got that water, yeah, I got that water (Woah woah)
I got that water, yeah, I got that water
I got that water, yeah, I got the water
I got that water, yeah, I got that water
The engine too fast, a nigga could never be late (Ayy, ooh)
Gun in my pants, the ego gon' sound like the bass (Ayy, oh)
Don't f*ck with the badge, you see what I did to his face (Ayy, brr)
Just keeping it real, if it's realer than me then it's fake (Ayy)
Fishtailing down the block
Gang tats is all I got
Fly Crippin' never stop (Woo, uh)
Loving you more, loving you less, I'm balling (Balling)
I'm dropping the top, no need for the tint, I'm extra (Uh)
This ain't for the fame
Lil' bitch, what you think? Ayy (Woo)
I'm covered in gang, ayy
I run with the gang (Run with the gang)
I do what you can't (I do what you can't)
My money attained (Ice ice)
I might build a bank, woo (Woo)
Yeah, I got that water, yeah, I got that water (That extra water)
I got that water, yeah, I got that water (Huh, bling)
I got that water, yeah, I got the water (Yeah)
I got that water, yeah, I got that water (Oh)
I got that water, no raindrop
Hit her one time, now her name poppin'
Plead the fifth on the bitch, I don't do name droppin'
Came through dripping on them, Gucci tube socks
I'm so geeked up, I think that I'm ScHoolboy
Made some racks off a show, bought some new water
How the f*ck did this baddie get 'cross the border?
Got a green card on her to-do list
If it work, I'ma make her my new bitch
On the West with the gang on that blue shit
They just talk like they tough, they don't do shit
When that white hit my hand, I'ma move it
Sold a hundred this week just to prove it
Poppin' pills every night, making movies
I be wet like I jumped in a f*cking Jacuzzi
Blue hundreds stacked taller than Uzi
Young hitter, got your vibe in here choosing
As long as we f*ckin' everything cool
Half of this thing'll send you to the moon
You can just hit me when you with your dude
Whenever you see me, I be with them goons
We ain't gon' fix 'em but we got 'em tools
I keep that water on me like a pool, oh yeah
Yeah, I got that water, yeah, I got that water (That extra water)
I got that water, yeah, I got that water (Huh)
I got that water, yeah, I got the water (Yeah)
I got that water, yeah, I got that water (Woah woah)
Writer: Brock F. Korsan, Dominique Jones, John Earl Julian, Quincy Matthew Hanley, Ronald N. La Tour
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Attention
Death on my block ain't worried
Glidin' through the air, ain't cautious, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mind on the ground, ain't dreamin'
Thing on my waist been leanin', yeah, yeah, yeah
Hustle for a job, they still ain't called back
Dope in the hood, ain't movin' like that
Chain and your watch, I need all that (all that)
M's in the bank, I need all that
So run it, mane
Front row at the Grammys, I'm getting praises from JAY
F*ck about this award, I'm happy he know my name
Favorite rapper, Nas, been told me that I'm the best
Had a couple sessions with Dre, knew I would win
Alchemist my favorite producer, and he my friend
All this love from the greats, put my passion in pen
Let me tell you 'bout this story where Quincy died, I started
I left jail on house arrest and now ever since I've been starvin'
You know, pain on my mama's face when the opps'll call me a loser
And the cheap shit, her son quit sports to become a Crip
Another single mother that failed, lost her son in the mix
Workin' hard through all her problems, her son just couldn't be fixed
Got off house arrest, just sprinkled some orange in my blue shoes
Nigga, ask Traffic, Baby Deuce, yeah, and T too
Baby Love, Baby Spank, Big Spank, Big Fool
The first Fig-Side originals, and you ain't gotta recruit
Smack, Floyd, G-Scrap, nigga, the main crew
Flossy B was locked in, but he normal, he came through
Nigga, 51st and Fig, on the corner
Mayhem was slaughtered months later like this shit ain't happened, I'm with my daughter
At the laundry mat, the shots rang off, I ducked to the back
Wishin' for a strap but hear more fire from Tiny Rat
Got the devil on my side while the Lord been pushin' me over
I can finally understand why my uncles was never sober
Dead beat dad on the gas, that gas my motor
Either grab the mic, nigga, grab the same pistola
I can easily tell my story now and climb from this moment
Just imagine Joy's hope if I died next mornin'
Just imagine some of these rappers that ain't have Q
The godfather of this street shit that gave y'all truth
From Pac, Snoop, Kurupt, Daz, bitch, I'm deja vu
You see my homie in the hood 'cause I hate y'all too
Ooh, death on my block, ain't worried
Glidin' through the air, ain't cautious, yeah, yeah
Mind on the ground, ain't dreamin'
Thing on my waist been leanin', yeah, yeah
Hustle for a job, they still ain't called back
Dope in the hood, ain't movin' like that
Chain and your watch, I need all that (all that)
M's in the bank, I need all that (all that)
Ten freaky girls, need all that (all that)
Love from the world, need all that
So run it, mane
Glidin' through the air, ain't cautious, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mind on the ground, ain't dreamin'
Thing on my waist been leanin', yeah, yeah, yeah
Hustle for a job, they still ain't called back
Dope in the hood, ain't movin' like that
Chain and your watch, I need all that (all that)
M's in the bank, I need all that
So run it, mane
Front row at the Grammys, I'm getting praises from JAY
F*ck about this award, I'm happy he know my name
Favorite rapper, Nas, been told me that I'm the best
Had a couple sessions with Dre, knew I would win
Alchemist my favorite producer, and he my friend
All this love from the greats, put my passion in pen
Let me tell you 'bout this story where Quincy died, I started
I left jail on house arrest and now ever since I've been starvin'
You know, pain on my mama's face when the opps'll call me a loser
And the cheap shit, her son quit sports to become a Crip
Another single mother that failed, lost her son in the mix
Workin' hard through all her problems, her son just couldn't be fixed
Got off house arrest, just sprinkled some orange in my blue shoes
Nigga, ask Traffic, Baby Deuce, yeah, and T too
Baby Love, Baby Spank, Big Spank, Big Fool
The first Fig-Side originals, and you ain't gotta recruit
Smack, Floyd, G-Scrap, nigga, the main crew
Flossy B was locked in, but he normal, he came through
Nigga, 51st and Fig, on the corner
Mayhem was slaughtered months later like this shit ain't happened, I'm with my daughter
At the laundry mat, the shots rang off, I ducked to the back
Wishin' for a strap but hear more fire from Tiny Rat
Got the devil on my side while the Lord been pushin' me over
I can finally understand why my uncles was never sober
Dead beat dad on the gas, that gas my motor
Either grab the mic, nigga, grab the same pistola
I can easily tell my story now and climb from this moment
Just imagine Joy's hope if I died next mornin'
Just imagine some of these rappers that ain't have Q
The godfather of this street shit that gave y'all truth
From Pac, Snoop, Kurupt, Daz, bitch, I'm deja vu
You see my homie in the hood 'cause I hate y'all too
Ooh, death on my block, ain't worried
Glidin' through the air, ain't cautious, yeah, yeah
Mind on the ground, ain't dreamin'
Thing on my waist been leanin', yeah, yeah
Hustle for a job, they still ain't called back
Dope in the hood, ain't movin' like that
Chain and your watch, I need all that (all that)
M's in the bank, I need all that (all that)
Ten freaky girls, need all that (all that)
Love from the world, need all that
So run it, mane
Writer: Quincy Hanley
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group