Quality Control: Control The Streets Vol 2 Album Lyrics

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Intro

(Quality Control & Migos & Lil Yachty)

(feat. Gucci Mane)

Hah
DJ Durel!
Burr
Hah
Money

It's all love, I ain't trippin', it's all love (it's all love, hah)
Gave my jeweler an M and told him, "Ice the club" (ice me up, burr, burr)
She keep looking for tips, I gave her a cookie nub (here, hah)
'Cause we looking like icebergs, looking like glacier thugs (uh, glacier, glacier)

I skrt the coupe so we racer boys (hoo)
Nut on her face, she gon' taste the boy (ugh)
Youngest in the room (yeah)
Hit a street sweep, no broom (yeah)
Sawed-off pump go, "Boom!" (boom)
Old ass nigga thought Lil Boat was a coon
I reserved his daughter for June (June)
Beat that pussy to a tomb (skr, skr)

Iceberg, ice trays
We the culture, nigga, no Tidal, but we the wave (yeah)
White ice, dark shades (yeah)
They think I'm workin' at Krispy Kreme, ice glace
I can get sick with the jewelry, no AIDS
And my hunnids old, just look at the age (yeah)
I get the bag, and walk on the stage
Glacier boys, just call us new ice age

Gucci Mane a plug
If I ain't need no Takeoff, prolly' think he sellin' drugs
If I ain't need no Quavo, prolly' think he sellin' bud
Offset told me Saint Pablo, 'cause he got designer drugs
(Rah, rah, rah) Niggas shootin' in the club
Shitted on my new bitch, then I went a bought a rug (fur)
Flip that work with a spatula, with none but a shoulder shrug (Chef Curry)
These bitches on the bachelor they know them M's up (M&Ms)

Get in there, know a nigga lookin' like a millionaire
Frigidaire, I had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherf*ckin' visionaire
Look at there, told the bitch to make a million out the kitchen with no underwear
Get 'em out of here
I'ma shoot a hundred round drum, 'til the AP get another pair
Get in there, know a nigga lookin' like a millionaire
Frigidaire, I had a dream, cookin' dope, I'm a motherf*ckin' visionaire

Billionaire, I'ma take the rap checks and put it in a brickfair
Give her swimwear, diamonds pink clear, baguettes all wet like sink yeah
My diamonds singin' like Gladys
They gon' shoot out the window, want addy's
We got baddies on baddies on baddies
Walk through the mall, I start up a pep rally
Drippin' too much, I can't put on no Balenc's
I'm not slippin' or trippin', I'm holdin' my balance (yeah)
Feed your bitch dick, it's organic (yeah)
Kel-Tecs, pussy boy panic (Lil Boat)

I can't go out like Titanic (no)
Ice on my wrist, it's gigantic (bling)
Bro kept a pot, no ceramics (yeah)
Glacier boy, check my dynamics (yeah)
Baby girl settle down
Shoot your boyfriend if he talking down (shoot)
Niggas 'round me keep a hundred round
(Bah, bah, bah) They gon' air it out, woo, woo
Lil Boat

It's straight like that, man, we OG glacier boys, man
Seen everybody came straight from Atlanta, you fell me
Zone 6, Narfside, West Side, whatever you wanna' do it
Big cash too, I'm talkin' safe, all pointers and up
Everything real VVS, VS1, you know what I'm sayin'
Flawless diamonds and all that
Put them lil' ass diamonds away
I'm sayin' put them fake ass diamonds away
Them enhanced diamonds, put 'em away, know what I'm sayin'
It's comin' from the youngest in charge from this
It's Lil Boat speakin', all my diamonds real, you feel me
All my watches cost over a 50', bitch
And stop tellin' me "Stop buyin' jewelry"
'Cause I'ma keep buyin' jewelry
Everytime you say "Stop buyin'" I'ma go buy more jewelry, yeah
I see your house, that's a nice house, but look at my watch
You feel me, look at, look at this ring I just bought
Oh, you just married your girl, I married myself
Check this ring, you feel me
I'm tired of y'all niggas hatin' on me, man, you feel me
Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no muthaf*ckin' money
And if you is gettin' money, it ain't money to me
That shit ain't money to me
F*ck you talkin' 'bout, man, we them Glacier Boys
Lil Boat
Yeah that's are intro home
Yeah
Just like that and we ain't cuttin' out nothin' out
Just like that, you feel me
That shit was too hard
Keep talkin' "my jewelry" nigga
That's a nice house, nigga, but look look at my watch
You feel me? Talkin' shit
That shit was hard bro

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Once Again[feat. Tee Grizzley]

(Quality Control & Lil Yachty)

(Once Again[feat. Tee Grizzley])

Yeah, aight, bitch
What's up with that motherf*cking mouth?
Oh God, ay, ay, ay, ay (look)
(Helluva made the beat baby)

Usually do a white bitch, but this black one
Got a bad bitch with a fat one
She like bitches more than me
So on Fridays, we do captions
Like Uzi's, not Madsen's
She like Mac Dre, I like Andre
I'ma ball hard like DeAndre
Need a paycheck like Beyoncé
Not tryna be your fiancé
My sister's boyfriend light skinned
His name Keante
Told him if he hurt her, I'ma hurt him on my papa (that's on pops)
Pull up to his mama house with that big choppa

Ay, forty racks will put that jet in the air
I'm like f*ck it, let me go up on the snap since I'm here
Put that on my daddy grave, ain't no man that I fear (no)
I ain't talking, when I say, "Clap at this here" (go get it)
Niggas showing their true colors, get my Clorox (Clorox)
Your favorite rapper chain
Always in and out the pawn shop (he f*cked up)
Fat nigga, make a nigga bitch cook some pork chops
I used to hear shots
Now I ain't got to keep my doors locked (we in the 'burbs)
With they baby mama only time they acting tough
We heard I had a shootout, ain't nobody dying, wasn't us
Tariq say what you want about them Glock 9's (bah)
Even if it's slippery, can't let the opps slide (never)

And a foreign, yeah, the shit with the frog eyes
Bad bitch, on the Net, she be dogging guys
I'm a dog that bitch like some left leftovers
And a big boy house, call the chef over
Bro' whip a Range Rover, uh
Built like a lick to say the least
Fifty thousand like a fleece
Blue and red like police
Got a bad bitch with a ten year old son, damn
Nigga half a nigga age, buy a Playstation
Pulled up to the side, f*ck his mama in her back
Bend her over, hold her mouth
Told her, "Take it like a real bitch"
Then she went south, sucking dick like a pro
Swallow nut like a taste tester on a Go Pro

On a Go Pro, bitch
Bought the crib f*ck the bank
'Cause I don't want a mortgage (we gon' cash it)
Yachty still got the money from that one endorsement (that's some M's)
Hellcat, Red Key, that's too many horses (ah)
In the club with all Franklins, throwing Georges
Walking through the airport
Hoping they don't call the dogs (got the bag)
Froze than a bitch, I'm just hoping that I thaw (ice)
I'm beefing with your mans, here go 50, take his head off
Bankrolls so f*cking sloppy I can't spray it all
Who they creeping in the car? They windows down (who's that?)
That might be bro, he's supposed to pull up with some loud (all good)
They started shooting, tell them kids go in the house
They heard the AR, make them niggas turn around (gang)

F*ck his bitch in a pretty ass night gown
She get drunk off of Titos, believe that
F*ck that bitch from the back, grab her weave tracks
Why these bitches want Boat? Mind your beeswax
Make your bitch take my kids just they like deep facts
Put a crease in her back like some work slacks
Pussy wet, got me feeling like a merman
Ars AKs like the Taliban
Tell a fried niggas getting money like the Wheel of Fortune
Used to ride around cracking cars with no AC, man
That shit was really scorching
So now bitch talkin' bout you're gonna replace the
Teeth, whip the Porches
Now she better than some old news

Niggas talkin' about what they 'bout to do, ay
(Talking about what they finna do)
When we already in motion
(When that ball already rolling)
F*ck with us we crack that melon
(F*ck with us we crack that head) ay
We ain't aiming it at abdominals
(We ain't aiming at your body) ay
Try me if you feeling heroic, I'm strapped like a Trojan
You know I ain't sparing shit when I star striking, no bowling
He say, "Grizzley, you don't f*ck with me"
Get out your emotions, Blocka will tell you
'Fore we really go to this shit, we spoke it, nigga

Now them prices is the lowest
Ay, but them show prices the highest
Ay man my heart probably the darkest
Bitch but our ice probably the brightest, nigga

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Baby

(Quality Control & Lil Baby & DaBaby)

(Wheezy outta here)

Yeah
Rest in peace to Bankroll, show 'em how to do it
Baby goin' crazy, he been gettin' straight to it
I done caught so many flights I end up f*ckin' all the stewardesses
Catch me in Atlanta, no security with my jewelry
Found out I'm rich, my baby mama talkin' suin' me
'Nother bitch tellin' lies on the pussy like she screwin' me
Catch him down bad, that's his ass, nigga, you or me
SI diamonds on the chain, he ain't foolin' me
We was skippin' school on the train, duckin' truancy
My main partner turned into a rat, he talkin' 'bout Rod and me
I pray the judge give that boy a bond so I can pop him
We was in the hood, sellin' bags, shootin' choppas
I done f*cked around and tried to go and lease a helicopter
Baby really a problem, somebody gotta stop him
And the haters watchin' too hard, I think they got binoculars
Every nigga with me on go, it ain't no stoppin' us
Niggas actin' like they got the bag, I'm tryna stop it up
Do this for the bros down the road, gotta lock it up
All you gotta do is say it's smoke, then we're poppin' up
Baby got the streets on hold, he ain't drop yet
I've been goin' hard, it's gon' be hard for you to top that
I make it look easy, but this shit really a process
I'm really a millionaire, still in the projects

Baby puttin' on for the city
Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million
Baby hang with four or five killers
Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin'
Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper
Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active
Baby keep it real with his people
Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell reefer

Huh? Baby probably still got them 'bows
I tell my bitch I'm faithful, but I still got the hoes
Baby gettin' jiggy, on stage with the Glizzy
Baby CEO, he shake the game like he Diddy
You would think it's Mardi Gras, I got these bitches showin' titties
And I ain't throwin' beads, I pull them bitches' weaves
I'm stallin' bitches out, if I'm a dog, then she a flea
And when I f*ck her doggy style the only time I'm on my knee
I barely wanna hit her, got her beggin', "Baby, please"
I tell a bitch to shut up, you 'bout to f*ck my nut up
The label's CEO keep beggin' me to keep the gun up
They know, you play with Baby, Baby beat him, cut up
Private plane, wifi, on the FaceTime with Johnny
I told him, "Ice my wrist up, I like to hold my fist up"
How that boy DaBaby in the air not gettin' his dick sucked?
Why he keep the fire and throw them fours in every picture?
'Cause nigga

Baby puttin' on for the city
Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million
Baby hang with four or five killers
Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin'
Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper
Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active
Baby keep it real with his people
Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell reefer

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What It Is

(Quality Control & Offset)

DJ Durel, what it do nigga?
Yeah, what it do?
Oh Jess, what it do?
M-M-M-Murda
Yeah

Huh, what it do? What it do? What it do? What it do?
What it do? What it do? What it do? What it do?
What it do? What it do? What it do? What it do?
What it do? Uh, what it do? What it do Take? What it do?
What it do? What it do? What it do Set? What it do?
What it do? What it do? What it do Quay? What it do?
What it do? What it do? What it do?
What it do? What it do? What it do? What it do? What it do?

What it do? What it do? What it do? I'm sayin' (I'm sayin')
Young nigga, I ain't even complainin' (nah)
Hop out the Lam and I'm sprayin' (skrt)
Put a bad bitch on santan (woo)
What it do, way from Japan (ayy)
White ho with a suntan (white)
Switch lanes like a nigga switch hands (switch)
What it do? What it do? What it do? What it do? What it do?
Nose dive in the blue lagoon (splash)
Vacation with all of my goons (yeah)
Drip right down to the shoes (yeah)
Nigga ain't down with the moves (nah)
Nigga might as well switch crews (yeah)
Straight up, pull up

What it do Take? What it do?
What it do? What it do? What it do Set? What it do?
What it do? What it do? What it do Quay? What it do?
What it do? What it do? What it do?
What it do? What it do? What it do? What it do? What it do?
What it do? What it do? What it do?

What I done did
At the top like a motherf*ckin' wig (at the top)
Pass a hundred dollar bill to the kids (to the kids)
Take a watch off and throw it in the fridge
Pick your main thang up and take her to the crib (crib)
Fourteen when I got my first steel
And a nigga still walkin' with the steel still (still)
What it do? What it do? What it do Quay?
Back to back, think it's a relay
What it do? What it do? What it do Set?
Maybach six ain't drop yet (ain't out yet)
Actin' hard but you ain't like that (like that)
Try my dogs and I bet they bite back (arr)
We don't think about it 'cause we bought that (bought that)
Nah we don't care about the price tag (f*ck it)
What it do? Who are you? Real diamonds, your shit fool (shit fake)
You the one that posts pics on the 'Gram (you the one)
You goin' up actin' like it's brand new (and it ain't)
Uh-huh, is that true? Wait hold up, is that you? (got to)
Amiri jeans but I used to wear Trues (used to)
What it do? What it do?

What it do Take? What it do?
What it do? What it do? What it do Set? What it do?
What it do? What it do? What it do Quay? What it do?
What it do? What it do? What it do?
What it do? What it do? What it do? What it do? What it do?
What it do? What it do? What it do?

I got white where there ain't none fool (white)
I see the racks like it's deja vu (I see the racks)
I'm buying pints, I ain't drinkin' for the cool (lean)
Having rank and the bankroll too (rank)
You ain't never seen the facts on the move (you ain't never)
Called me dumb when we dropped out of school (called me dumb)
Lake view with Jacuzzi and a pool (lake view)
All the pain in the game made me lose it (lost it)
Spikes in the toe with the Loub (spike that)
Pipe on a bitch, tell her lose it (pipe up)
What it do Take? What it do Quay? (what it do?)
We the culture, yeah we the new wave (wave)
You at the top of the game nigga, who safe? (who?)
I'm in a drop Mulsanne on a Tuesday (skrt)
Bring the marble, got the water on every day (woo)
Clear diamonds on a nigga like a 4K (clear)
You got shot with a stick for your ho ways (brrt)
Still drippin' on a bitch in Dolce, yeah
Bricks in the loft with Jose, yeah
Dick in her mouth like Colgate, yeah
Selling rocks 101, runway (101)
Brrt, brrt, you can get the gunplay

What it do Take? What it do?
What it do? What it do? What it do Set? What it do?
What it do? What it do? What it do Quay? What it do?
What it do? What it do? What it do?
What it do? What it do? What it do? What it do? What it do?
What it do? What it do? What it do?

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Frosted Flakes

(Quality Control & Migos)

Yeah, Frosted Flakes, all on my wrist (frosty)
Uh, patty cake, your trap house a lick (trap)
I bought a estate, no cappin' on this (no cap)
Yeah, I'm rare like steak on the plate (rare)
No tellin' me shit (uh)
Chains on triple-A nacho
Ooh, the cash, ooh, that's guaco' (guaco')
Just touched down a lotta (woo)
Bags (bags) of gelato (cookie)
Yeah, right now I gotta lotta love (ooh)
But show your hand when you ain't got none (got none)
Pass up some bands to my partna (partna)
Since then, niggas been up (been up, go)

I didn't make all A's (nah)
But I'm on the A list (A list, yeah)
And I do it for the A (A)
Northside in this bitch (North)
If the coupe too fast (the coupe)
Then what did I miss? (Yoom), I'm ting (huh?)
If my coupe too fast (the coupe)
Then what did I miss? (Skrrt, skrrt, go)
The chandelier glass (glass)
And it's all on my wrist (nleh, bleh, woah)
If the bitch too bad (bad)
Then she done been hit (smash)
Give her the pad and the lock (woo)
Just like a pic (just like a pic)
I used to play with the narcos
Now I play in it (movie, uh)
Gotta break it down for the dumbos
It's a guest star appearance (dumbo)
I'm from the north where the most dope sold (yeah)
Cartel business (the cartel, yeah)
Jiggin' was all we know (uh), that was the image (Suge)
Until they sendin' big bro down the road (Kobe)
Kobe got sentence (Kobe)

Yeah (woo), Frosted Flakes
All on my wrist (I'm frosty)
Uh, patty cake (patty)
Your trap house a lick (it's lick, yeah)
I bought a estate (bought it)
No cappin' on this (no cappin')
Yeah, I'm rare like steak on the plate (rare)
No tellin' me shit (no tellin')
Yeah (woo), Frosted Flakes
All on my wrist (It's frosty)
Uh, patty cake (patty)
Your trap house a lick (trappin', trap house, hey!)
I bought a estate (I bought it)
No cappin' on this (no cappin')
Yeah, I'm rare like steak on the plate (rare)
No tellin' me sh

(Yo, ay)
(Yo) hey, I just ran into (yeah)
He's with me, can we come up and say hey?
Don't bother me (hey), not now

Uh, I'm countin' (racks)
Makin' and breakin' announcement (breakin')
This pack, dismountin' it (the pack)
I'm breakin' it up into ounces (ounces)
With guns, we wylin' (wylin')
When my people, gon' stop the violence? (Uh)
When it's my people tryin' to stop me (my people)
Take my chains and rob me (my people, my people, damn)

Pull out the strap, surprise me (brrt)
Watch out the dime, it's blind me (watch out)
We on the top, keep risin'
We got variety, deep like Verizon (deep)
Plain Jane watch is timeless (plain)
The blessing came perfect, I timed it (blessing)
So much smoke, it don't f*ck with your sinus (smoke)
Had to bring the Brink truck when they signed us (Brink)
Real like a red Ruby or a real Diamond
Out in Africa you find it (find it)
My jewelry real frigid it might change the climate (ice)
How do you feel about ice that these rappers are wearing?
No comment (um)
I'm just bein' honest (real)
Jump off the top with a bungee (jump)
And spend it or keep it a hundred (nah)
Don't stop, 'cause the money keep comin' (dope)
Pour a pop and it soothe my stomach (pop)
Outer space, but I'm not no comet (nah)
Lookin' at a broke make me vomit (blah)
What you thought I done did, I done it (did it)
On her face, got kids, I'm cummin' (kidding)
In the K, Andre is drummin' (brrt)
And the powercade come with London (75)
Took 'em back when we trapped out the back of the bando
We came from nothin' (bando)
I'ma knee til' God protect my soul, the demons is huntin'
Thank God we done been across the globe, across the country (thank you)
When the traffic outside and the door don't close
The trap be bunkin' (hah)
Rubber ducky give it to the junky (junky)
'Cause your boy gone by by the bunches (country)
Pack it up and move next Monday (pack)
Coulda never did it lookin' real funny

Yeah, Frosted Flakes all on my wrist (frosty)
Uh, patty cake, your trap house a lick (trap)
I bought a estate, no cappin' on this (no cap)
Yeah, I'm rare like steak on the plate (rare)
No tellin' me shit (uh)
Chains on triple-A nacho
Ooh, the cash, ooh, that's guaco' (guaco')
Just touched down a lotta (woo)
Bags (bags) of gelato (cookie)
Yeah, right now I gotta lotta love (ooh)
But show your hand when you ain't got none (got none)
Pass up some bands to my partna (partna)
Since then, niggas been up

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Pastor

(Quality Control & Quavo & City Girls)

(feat. Megan Thee Stallion)

This beat from Murda

I don't stick to the script (no)
Real nigga, I'll punch a nigga in the lip (oh)
Get rich, I'll push a brick outta here (woo)
F*ck nigga, free, what you think this is? (free)
Bad lil' ting, f*ck it up and then peel (bad)
Should I buy her bling or should I leave her how she is? (bling)
Get that paperwork, I told her sign it like a deal (cash)
If she pop the woo just to sharpen her skills (woo)

Random (oh), she twerkin' in designers sandals (woo)
Ransom (ransom), I took the mask off to smash (smash)
Santa (Santa), big bag, I bless you like a pastor (pastor)
Camera (camera), bitch, I feel like Adam Sandler (Sandler)

Ayy, confess, you know you in love with the drip
You know you want me come over and bless you, so let me sit on your lips
I know he wanna be mine, he tryna send me a sign
Turn him into a believer, now he be payin' his tithes
I just landed, I ain't pack a bag, I ain't plan shit
Sent him all my info and I told him, "Get it handled"
Crazy, couldn't tame the pussy now he hate me
Hard on them hoes but for me he's a baby (mwah)
Woo, I'm having my way with this shit (huh)
I'm on the way to the money (ugh), then on the way to the dick
I don't know what date that it is, I wake up and pick where I live
Eenie miney mo (ayy), I get whoever I pick (ahh)
Big fine ting, neck and wrist bling
I could make a hood nigga holla like he sing (Big Ole Freak)
Is he my type? Bitch, he might be (bitch, he might be)
I could make a rap nigga holla like he sing (hahaha)

Random (oh), she twerkin' in designers sandals (woo)
Ransom (ransom), I took the mask off to smash (smash)
Santa (Santa), big bag, I bless you like a pastor (pastor)
Camera (camera), bitch, I feel like Adam Sandler (Sandler)

Ah, ah
I got all you can handle
Sit the pussy on his lip
Ha, I'm gon' stamp him
Crawl on his dick, Black Panther
Hit the bank account then travel
Get to the bag, he buy me bags and then I'm Caspar
Lil' bitch, I'm hood, I ain't actin' (nah)
And I'm good, I ain't askin', my hands good for smackin'
Lil' bitch, stop watching past Chanel, you know they taxin'
Them prices don't go down, they go up, hoe, stop asking
My nigga red flag and I'm jet-laggin'
Big baguettes around his neck and his pants saggin'
Get this lil' bitch out my set, 'cause she keep naggin'
Wait 'til JT get home, lil' bitches, we gon' keep smashin' (bitch)
Wait 'til JT get home, lil' bitches, we gon' keep cashin'
Diamonds keep flashin', money keep stackin' (yeah)
This dirty hoe can't come too close 'cause I might catch a rash (uh)
And no matter how rich I get, I'm still gon' show my ass (period)

Random (oh), she twerkin' in designers sandals (woo)
Ransom (ransom), I took the mask off to smash (smash)
Santa (Santa), big bag, I bless you like a pastor (pastor)
Camera (camera), bitch, I feel like Adam Sandler (Sandler)

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I Suppose

(Quality Control & Takeoff)

I never knew how to swim
Until I jumped in and swam in some M's (some M's)
The Patek on my wrist, a chandelier
And I had it before Khaled did (another one)
Uh, ow, uh, ow, uh, ow, eh
DJ Durel

I told her, "Take off your shoes before you step into my Rolls" (take off your shoes)
I buy her some shit and I take her to places she never would go
They know- they know- they know, it's a tissue, I'm wiping their nose
Double R pulling up, collecting three double O
That's the back end right after my show (row)

The jewelry froze, I'm never gon' fold, watch out for the foes (watch out)
It's been raining, they told 'em take off your shoes before you get in my Rolls (take off your)
Damn, the dab is so strong, we got that bitch wiping her nose (white)
Sipping that codeine, it's potent, as soon as I sit down, a nigga get froze
Wake up-wake up, eyes is closed (eyes)
I planted the seed in that money and watched it grow (grow)
I get they mad I got rich, I suppose (I)
We came from the bottom, now we with the legends, the vets and the pros (now we with the legends)
I heard they told, I hope they do well, but we'll never tell (we won't)
About all the crimes and times a nigga had whipped up the bales (you don't)
She fine as hell, she come from the land, no DJ Durel (came from the land)
Decline to tell, trap out the bando, serving clientele (trap out the bando)
When you successful, you gotta watch who around when you fail (you gotta watch out)
Look at the stretcher, we stretch 'em, impress 'em, put 'em on film

I never knew how to swim
Until I jumped in and swam in some M's (some M's)
The Patek on my wrist, a chandelier
And I had it before Khaled did (another one)

Stop by talkin' about the bitch a choker
When the date was over, told her, "Bend it over" (bend)
I do fashion, this is not the Nova (nah)
They keep asking, I reply, "It's on me" (asking)
Come get a bag, no Walmart or Kroger (no)
Niggas plotting and I know the motive (plot)
Be quiet, don't say that I'm antisocial (quiet)
Money tunnel vision and my mind is focused

I told her, "Take off your shoes before you step into my Rolls" (take off your shoes)
I buy her some shit and I take her to places she never would go
They know- they know- they know, it's a tissue, I'm wiping their nose
Double R pulling up, collecting three double O
That's the back end right after my show

DJ Durel

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Back On

(Quality Control & Lil Baby)

[Hook: (BACK UP!) 14x in background
If we be ackin up, You best be backin up
(repeat 6x) ]

Verse 1: (Pastor Troy)
If I'm ackin up, you better cut of the game
I ain't got to say nothing, just have to tell them my name
I'm the flame, I got mo' flame then a lighter
I ain't trying to be lame, but this ain't nobody fighter
The southern writer, the preacher and keep a heater beside
Oomp Camp and Pastor Troy we letting it ride
So many died, I ain't never been the one for that
So now I travel everywhere with mack mack mack
I crack heads till I'm fed, and I dodge tricks
I cut the game off quick past ninety-six
I'm getting sick of the game
Just handle my business man
I catch ya slippin', I'ma lick ya ass for everything
We Ready

[Hook: (BACK UP!) 8x in background ]
If we be ackin up, You best be backin up
(repeat 4x)

[Verse 2: (Peter the Disciple) ]
It's little Peter, the ity-bity, short ass color
But it ain't nothing, I got some shit to bust up ya sweater
Head bussa from Augusta, went to talking about
Run up on a muthaf*cker, then I'm gone pour 'em out
I hang with Loco, Dollar Bill, and Baby D
I'm screaming ready, muthaf*cker don't f*ck wit me
A young gangsta, I grew up with them g's from the south
And if it's anger, I'm ready to shuv that in a nigga mouth
Bitch it's the devil, better not test me funny
Oomp Camp in dis bitch
Where the f*ck is the money
My Pastor told me forever represent for my team
Make them niggas come clean or bust they head with the beam

[Hook: (BACK UP!) 8x in background
If we be ackin up, You best be backin up
(repeat 4x) ]

V

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Pink Toes

(Quality Control & Offset & DaBaby)

(feat. Gunna)

Hey, pink toe vibes in the condo (pink toes)
Richard Mille more than a hundo (Richard Mille)
Shawty ain't gon' shoot but got a gun, though (shawty ain't gon')
I'ma spend the loot then kick the front door (who?)
Baguetty come from Heaven, I'm so petty (baguetty)
We ain't buyin' the cap that you keep sellin' (keep sellin')
I done spent 250 just on bailin' (250)
This some pressure cookie that I keep inhalin' (pressure)

Vibes on my line (vibes), Chanel mob ties (Chanel)
Drippin' homicide (drip)
Pull up in the coupe and let the wings touch the sky (wings)
Shooters on the left, we ain't lookin' at your spies (wings)
Please don't try to try (try), Perky on me high (Perky)
Plain Jane, Patek Philippe, time flies (Patek)
Flyin', I can't trust him, you can't trust him 'cause he shy (slime)
Diamond choker sittin' on my turtleneck, a tie (woo)
I'ma put a bad in your addie, they call me daddy (call me daddy)
Ain't no static, we clappin' it, automatic (clap it, clap it)
Ain't no cappin', we stackin' it, mathematic (stack it)
Ain't no nappin', the baggage, we gotta catch it (package)
Let my dog hit it, gon' pass that bitch a Shaggy (grr)
I make your bitch sleep on the floor, I make a pallet (bitch)
Put this drip on, I get fly, on a carpet like Aladdin (fly)
One call, count to ten, see the MAC-11
Nigga broke, he a peasant (bow)
I'm swimmin' with the sharks, don't go out when it's dark (sharks)
Parallel park, Lamborghini be the art (skrrt)
Let the bitch hit the road, Jack, like I'm Ray Charles (bye)
10 car garage, I put 10 in a loft (10)
I put 10 on your boss (10), set of twins at the house (twins)
Straight up out the North (North), from your chin to your mouth (chin)
Drip, need a towel, I can fill water fountain (fount')
If she put it in her mouth (mouth), I pay her bill, and her house (hey, hey)

Hey, pink toe vibes in the condo (pink toes)
Richard Mille more than a hundo (Richard Mille)
Shawty ain't gon' shoot but got a gun, though (shawty ain't gon')
I'ma spend the loot then kick the front door (who?)
Baguetty come from Heaven, I'm so petty (baguetty)
We ain't buyin' the cap that you keep sellin' (keep sellin')
I done spent 250 just on bailin' (250)
This some pressure cookie that I keep inhalin' (pressure)

Let's go
Rick Joseph, that's a million dollar lawyer (Sick Rick)
Dolce and Gabbana drip, I put it on my daughter (drip)
Two thousand for a purse, she only two, I let her spoil her (two)
Coulda spent it on a hoe, oh no, they aren't loyal
I left like 3700 on the dresser, told her, "Keep it" (keep that)
Your bitch be on my dick, applyin' pressure, it's a secret (shh)
Rest in peace to Michael Jackson, had to smash to let me beat
Bitch, I'm a smooth criminal, I got away, you didn't see me
I'm DaBaby, but your baby daddy really wanna be me (ah)
Tryna bite the move, he always watch me on your TV
Your bitch is like a pool, know I be divin' in to swim (shh)
Million dollar nigga in the condo, like I'm Nino (Nino)
Word is like the ocean, I'ma hit like the casino
I'm fishin', fishin', to find a bitch like Nemo
Extension, I mention, knock the steak out your burrito (woo)
Not the cape, but Superman, who gon' try to be the hero?
Don't be stupid, I got-

Hey, pink toe vibes in the condo (pink toes)
Richard Mille more than a hundo (Richard Mille)
Shawty ain't gon' shoot but got a gun, though (shawty ain't gon')
I'ma spend the loot then kick the front door (who?)
Baguetty come from Heaven, I'm so petty (baguetty)
We ain't buyin' the cap that you keep sellin' (keep sellin')
I done spent 250 just on bailin' (250)
This some pressure cookie that I keep inhalin' (pressure)

Wake up bright and early, gettin' service from a vibe
I been shoppin', searchin' for a Birkin I can buy (buy)
Semi-auto loaded, do you really wanna ride? (tide)
My dog'll do you dirty, he keep murder on his mind (murder)
I had to put a .30 extension in the .9 (yeah)
I had to call Elliott, I couldn't read the time (yeah)
She want me take the hard dick, put it in her spine (spine)
Pussy cat, bald head, spit and make it shine (yeah), spinnin' make it shine
Yeah, freaky pussy niggas, you ain't none of my kind (nah)
I brought my nigga with me just to keep him from the crime (yeah)
F*ck and spend a dime, I might leave the bitch cryin' (ah)
Peanut butter grind, I be feelin' like I'm flyin' (nah)
We already gone, ain't no need, so nigga try (uhh)
VVS stone, you can see young Gunna shine (dtone)
My Margielas on, got me walkin' with a rhine
All my bitches fine

Hey, pink toe vibes in the condo (pink toes)
Richard Mille more than a hundo (Richard Mille)
Shawty ain't gon' shoot but got a gun, though (shawty ain't gon')
I'ma spend the loot then kick the front door (who?)
Baguetty come from Heaven, I'm so petty (baguetty)
We ain't buyin' the cap that you keep sellin' (keep sellin')
I done spent 250 just on bailin' (250)
This some pressure cookie that I keep inhalin'

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Dead Man Walking

(Quality Control & Lil Yachty)

Buddha bless this beat
Yuh, ay, go, ay, ah, oh, go, skeet
Bitch

Where my motherf*cking stack
Why them twenties in the front?
Why them hunnids in the back?
Show me what you got
Bring it back for some cash
I'm a self made prodigy, I look like a bag
I'm a f*ckin', millionaire I mean it
I'ma put a bitch on Front Street if you don't believe it
Ask your motherf*cking, friends I'ma do it
I'm that nigga with the, AK, I'ma shoot it
I got, bitches who in love like I'm Cupid
If a nigga cross me up, on my mother, boy he stupid, he a

Dead man, walking
Chalk, tape posin', Grand Am skrtin'
Bad bitch, big booty, and she twerkin'
Ain't no flockin', I'm in Stockholm, why you stalking

Twerkin' off a sidekick, like I'm Robin
Dick have her moaning 'til the neighbors come a knockin'
Only time a nigga sweat when a nigga joggin'
I can't take advice from someone who gotta clock in
That's a Fendi, got two Bentleys, white and green
One Ferrari, all red like Supreme
Your bitch, a meat lover for the team
Try to cross me out, do you know what that mean

You a dead man, walking
Chalk, tape posin', Grand Am skrtin'
Bad bitch, big booty, and she twerkin'
Ain't no flockin', I'm in Stockholm, why you stalking

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100 Racks

(Quality Control & Offset)

(feat. Playboi Carti)

My first hunnid racks (hunnid)
I blew it by the rack (blew it)
Then I took off the hat (hat)
Had to Dior the bag (Dior)
No books, its a mag
Shoot it up, f*ck a badge
I was down to my last
I remember my past (woo)
Put it up, got packs in the house (bando)
Get slapped with a stack, watch your mouth
These hoes get passed (pew pew)
Get slapped with the racks to the mouth
Whippin' the racks you get slapped (slapped)
And this bitch want my mans
'Bout to play with these bands (play with them)
'Bout to play with these bands

You can't come to the land
Got that bitch in my hand
That muhf*cka' gon' dance
That muhf*cka' gon' dance
Livin' good like a sin
We been gone like Xan
We not kickin' shit
No, we not friends
But I set these trends (trends)
Put a bitch in the Benz
Dirty money got cleansed
Diamonds jumpin' out the gym
She invite her friends (friends)
They my type, all tens
And my drip European (drip)
I done put diamonds on my lens (woo)

My first hunnid racks (hunnid)
I blew it by the rack (blew it)
Then I took off the hat (hat)
Had to Dior the bag (Dior)
No books, its a mag
Shoot it up, f*ck a badge
I was down to my last
I remember my past (woo)
Put it up, got packs in the house (bando)
Get slapped with a stack, watch your mouth
These hoes get passed (pew pew)
Get slapped with the racks to the mouth

Niggas don't want no money, want clout
Don't sit, there's a stick in the couch
Get a man, get 'em in, get 'em out
Know my grandma lookin' down proud
My kids not worried 'bout a drought
Baguettes in the teeth, down South
Richard Mille wrist, cost a house
Put the double R truck en route
I go straight out to Mars, valet my car
Trap guitar, straight out the Nawf
Losin' my mind, I can't think
Fye that bitch up, we gon' blank
I go three hard in the paint
It get hot on the Perc', 'bout to faint
Swimmin' with sharks in the tank
You best not drown, when I pop this pint
Pour it in the clouds

My first hunnid racks (hunnid)
I blew it by the rack (blew it)
Then I took off the hat (hat)
Had to Dior the bag (Dior)
No books, its a mag
Shoot it up, f*ck a badge
I was down to my last
I remember my past (woo)
Put it up, got packs in the house (bando)
Get slapped with a stack, watch your mouth
These hoes get passed (pew pew)
Get slapped with the racks to the mouth
Wit' them racks you get slapped (slapped)
And this bitch want my mans
'Bout to play with these bands (play with them)
'Bout to play with these bands

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Double Trouble

(Quality Control & Quavo)

(feat. Meek Mill)

OG Parker

I brought 10 racks in this motherf*cka (10)
Told her break her back in this motherf*cka (hey)
She came wit' her friend (woo), double trouble (uhh)
Yes sir (yes sir), we gon' now find now another (no, woo)
I don't know nobody but the gang gang (gang)
Don't do it for the clout, I do it for change change (cash)
Heard he caught a body then he sang sang (sang)
I don't wanna f*ck nobody but my main thang (main)

I don't know 'bout you but the Benjis get attached to me (Benjis)
Shoot them if they trollin' 'cause they after me (bow)
All of my niggas came with felonies (gang)
All in Miami on the jetskis (ahh-ahh)
Choppers style, word around town (choppers)
Man down, too much napping, crocodile (ahh-ahh)
Told the bitch to put her face down (uhh)
You don't see nothin' but money on the floor now (ahh-ahh)
Ice cold wit' a bankroll (woo)
When you wit' the Huncho, anything go (Cho)
I can make a rainbow, whip the thang slow (whip)
I spin the block, extend pole wit' the blindfold (uhh)

I brought 10 racks in this motherf*cka (10)
Told her break her back in this motherf*cka (hey)
She came wit' her friend (woo), double trouble (uhh)
Yes sir (yes sir), we gon' now find now another (no, woo)
I don't know nobody but the gang gang (gang)
Don't do it for the clout, I do it for change change (cash)
Heard he caught a body then he sang sang (sang)
I don't wanna f*ck nobody but my main thang (main)

55 thousand on my last flight (for real)
I just had a threesome it was last night (that's real)
I got pussy on pussy like a catfight (ahh)
All these VVS's on my body like a flashlight (bling bling bling)
Yeah, walk in this bitch, f*ck it up leave, probably gon' toss the keys (skrrt)
None of them niggas ain't talking 'bout money, tell her don't talk to me (be quiet)
I'm too spoiled to chase that bitch, it's getting hard for me (it is)
Big boy Rolls, hugging the road, I be like pardon me (woo)
G63 it skrt, uhh, live once, Sunday church, uhh
She gon' f*ck we flirt, uhh, more Franklins than Kurt, uhh
Mastermind my shirt, yeah, cost a rack (rack)
I just caught a body on the thottie, ain't call her back (yeah)
Drink some water, mind my business that's just how I'm living (facts)
I woke up, was in my feelings, give my mom a million (facts)
Niggas broke, tryna beef, I ain't trying to kill 'em (nah)
Tell 'em eat, smoke your dog just for ridin' wit' them (yeah)

I brought 10 racks in this motherf*cka (10)
Told her break her back in this motherf*cka (hey)
She came wit' her friend (woo), double trouble (uhh)
Yes sir (yes sir), we gon' now find now another (no, woo)
I don't know nobody but the gang gang (gang)
Don't do it for the clout, I do it for change change (cash)
Heard he caught a body then he sang sang (sang)
I don't wanna f*ck nobody but my main thang (main)

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Bless Em

(Quality Control & Takeoff)

(feat. Travis Scott)

DY Krazy
Cicero on the beat

Diamonds make 'em sneeze, so I bless 'em (bless)
Once I get them thangs then I stretch 'em (stretch)
They forgot that we the ones apply the pressure (press)
I can see them when they foldin' under pressure (press)
Eyes wide, geeked up in that Tesla (eyes wide)
North Side, we apply that pressure (North Side)
That's a wise guy, and you better not test him (wise guy)
Watch them birds fly, bird keeper catch 'em

It's the last pie, so I had to stretch it (stretch)
I'm on Fox 5, try to take my necklace (neck)
On Instagram Live, updates every second (sec')
Five Guys in the kitchen, heavy on the veggies (heavy)
Niggas ain't got money, all cap if I tell it (tell)
Niggas gon' get Take the whole pack if I sell it (take)
We ride like the service secret, niggas' mob tellin' (mob)
The reason if the breakfast seasoned but it not digestin' (oh)
Once I get them thangs on the stretcher I'ma stretch it (stretch it)
Bet they know the game, do they know I'm not a question? (question)
Eyes blood rushin', and your bitch is smilin', blushin' (blushin')
I'm worth too much money, ain't no talkin', get to dumpin'
Hunnid round drum on me (drum), Andre Drummond (drum)
They don't want smoke with me (smoke), they know how I'm comin' (come)
I'm geekin' and trippin', I tried to fit Tommy in front of my timing (Tommy gun)
I shed a tear every time I smoke, 'cause I roll like the onion (onion)

Diamonds make 'em sneeze, so I bless 'em (bless)
Once I get them thangs then I stretch 'em (stretch)
They forgot that we the ones apply the pressure (press)
I can see them when they foldin' under pressure (press)
Eyes wide, geeked up in that Tesla (eyes wide)
North Side, we apply that pressure (North Side)
That's a wise guy, and you better not test him (wise guy)
Watch them birds fly, bird keeper catch 'em

The dark side, my nights they get reckless (side)
They send spies, just so they can catch us, yeah
Don't use lines, must avoid the set up (set up)
It don't shine, gotta check the set up (yeah)
Believe me (believe me), nightmares keep me up it ain't no sleepin' (ain't no sleepin')
Flashes outside, know somebody's peepin' (peepin')
Look down in my cup I keep on drinkin' (drank)
Why you take so much? I have my reasons (yeah)
Done with the silence when she sees us
A hunnid on the smile, she keep on askin' why I'm teethin'
Runnin' up the vibe, we brought the ratchets, make it even
Tiptoe through the front door, out the back door, left it geekin'

Diamonds make 'em sneeze, so I bless 'em (bless)
Once I get them thangs then I stretch 'em (stretch)
They forgot that we the ones apply the pressure (press)
I can see them when they foldin' under pressure (press)
Eyes wide, geeked up in that Tesla (eyes wide)
North Side, we apply that pressure (North Side)
That's a wise guy, and you better not test him (wise guy)
Watch them birds fly, bird keeper catch 'em

---

Like That

(Quality Control & City Girls & Stefflon Don)

(feat. Renni Rucci & Mustard)

Mustard on the beat, ho

All I wanna know is where the niggas with the racks at
All I wanna know is where the niggas with the bags at
Hair done, nails done, stomach on flat
I'm a real ass, trill ass bitch, I need a nigga like that
Where he at? Yo, tell me where the real niggas at
I need a nigga like that, where he at?
'Cause I'm a real ass, trill ass bitch, I need a nigga like that

I'm a real ass bitch, I need him too hood
Buy me Louis, take me out, and f*ck me too good
Take me 'round his homeboys and they whisper
They like "damn nigga, do she got a sister?"
Wobbly wobbly, drop-drop it on his dick
Get this pussy tighten up, when he in it gotta grip
Gotta use two hands, 'cause my thighs too thick
He gotta drop ten bands just to take me on a trip, ay
I need nigga who gon' pull up with that heat
Need a nigga that's gon' leave my wrists on freeze
He got beat the case, it don't got no lease
Need a nigga that don't f*ck with nobody
And he don't give a f*ck about you hoes
Tryna slide in his DM, yeah I know
Got a stick under the seat in the Rolls
I might catch a bitch coming out the stores, like bitch

All I wanna know is where the niggas with the racks at
All I wanna know is where the niggas with the bags at
Hair done, nails done, stomach on flat
I'm a real ass, trill ass bitch, I need a nigga like that
Where he at? Yo, tell me where the real niggas at
I need a nigga like that, where he at?
'Cause I'm a real ass, trill ass bitch, I need a nigga like that

Pussy clean, pussy pink, pussy need to eat
In the morning he gon' gurgle it like Listerine
He know I'm better than his ex, better than his next
That's why he got all these diamonds, they drippin' down my neck
Wobble-dy wobble-wah, I'ma bounce on 'em
Do my dance, then put my mouth on it
All these lil' bitches wanna get like me, 'cause they never met a motherf*cker fresh like me
Ain't f*ckin' niggas, but you know they give me figures
I got my own, but I'ma spend it anyway
And if you really wanna know if you a winner
When in the comments, all this broke bitches pity
F*ck a date, nigga take me to the bank
Trickin' niggas, I do it because I can
Then send him home to his BM in the van
Then text my other nigga like "where you at?"

All I wanna know is where the niggas with the racks at
All I wanna know is where the niggas with the bags at
Hair done, nails done, stomach on flat
I'm a real ass, trill ass bitch, I need a nigga like that
Where he at? Yo, tell me where the real niggas at
I need a nigga like that, where he at?
'Cause I'm a real ass, trill ass bitch, I need a nigga like that

Put this cookie in your mouth like a Percocet
Put my legs on his face like a turtle neck
This ain't no race, take your time, nigga shmurder that
Nigga jump in this pussy, hurdle that
I need a real ass nigga that's gon' hold me down
Pick a bitch up, lick a bitch down
Lick me from the back, smack it 'til it hurt
Lift a bitch skirt, nigga make me squirt
Keep it strapped in the Jeep in case a bitch tweak
Hope that nigga got some racks, 'cause this ain't cheap
I'ma break the whole bank if he date me
And hope I don't go in his pockets when he go to sleep
Renni Rucci, on the beat and the dick
Make a nigga lick my feet and my clit
Pull it out, it tastes sweet on the lips
I need a nigga with some meat on his stick

All I wanna know is where the niggas with the racks at
All I wanna know is where the niggas with the bags at
Hair done, nails done, stomach on flat
I'm a real ass, trill ass bitch, I need a nigga like that
Where he at? Yo, tell me where the real niggas at
I need a nigga like that, where he at?
'Cause I'm a real ass, trill ass bitch, I need a nigga like that

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Big Rocks

(Quality Control & Offset)

(feat. Young Thug)

Wheezy outta here

Big, big rocks on the frames (big rocks)
We got stocks of the pints (stocks)
F*ck her outta bangs (smash)
SV, f*ck her in the Range (SV)
Double C's on the buckle, she got rain (bouble C's)
Courtesy, I put diamonds on the gang (courtesy)
They know it's me when I'm walking in the bank (they know it's me)
150 on the Audemars, plain (plain Jane)

Check my stain, I hit roaches but I never complain
Blowed out the brain, on a bitch for the Audemars, plain
F*ck your domain, I was lookin' for a thottie to bling
Burn his romaines, now he can't do it again

Woo, woo, Offset
Tip-toe, put your hoe like Creflo (preach)
Headshot, what the f*ck you got a vest for? (bah)
I'ma hit her with the left and the right stroke (hey)
She been eatin' up the pipe, got the best throat (pipe)
Board a jet, I been cappin' in the West coast (phew)
I put five million dollars in the escrow (five)
Diamonds hit, make the bitch break her neck, hoe (blind)
She obsessed with the drip, she can't let go (drip)
White gold, rose gold Patek (two tone)
Money in the dirt, and it's matted (matted)
Wipe your nose with the ratchet (slime)
Strip him out his clothes, gotta have it (hey)
Touch screen cameras on the tablet (doot, doot, doot)
Maison Margiela, my fabric (Margiela)
Karats on me, where the rabbit? (where?)
I save a hunnid, a week it's a habit (hey)

Big, big rocks on the frames (big rocks)
We got stocks of the pints (stocks)
F*ck her outta bangs (smash)
SV, f*ck her in the Range (SV)
Double C's on the buckle, she got rain (bouble C's)
Courtesy, I put diamonds on the gang (courtesy)
They know it's me when I'm walking in the bank (they know it's me)
150 on the Audemars, plain (plain Jane)

Check my stain, I hit roaches but I never complain
Blowed out the brain, on a bitch for the Audemars, plain
F*ck your domain, I was lookin' for a thottie to bling
Burn his romaines, now he can't do it again

---

Virgil

(Quality Control & Quavo)

DJ Durel

Woo
White (white), and it's snowin' (snowfall)
Off-White (White), and it's snowin' (Off-White)
She bad as hell (bad), and she goin' (go)
My career (ooh), it keep growin' (grow)
Four rings (four-way), like the Audi (blaow)
The top sushi (su'), like karate (uh)
We popped 'em (shh, bow), you heard about it (where? Shh)
QC veteran (QC)
Hoe, let the Huncho settle in (Huncho, Huncho)
I can be in the trap (uh), on the TV, on David Letterman (woo)
Yeah, off the flair (flair), drop me in the ocean, I'm peddlin' (skrrt, swim)
Young niggas brought all the Cullinans (skrrt)
And I just came back from the Netherlands (gone, yeah)
'Nough of that pitty-pat (pitty-pat), chitty chat (chitty chat), tit for tat (tit for tat)
I ain't gon' front, none of that (no)
I'm from Atlanta, I earned that (A)
But I came straight out the North (yeah)
Yes, I know everybody heard that (heard it)
Number one, that's where the birds at (brrt)
Hahahaha, getcha curve back (ha)

I can't get down (get down), I gotta get up (up)
Yeah (yeah), I can't get down (nah), I gotta get up (up, uh)
Yeah, I'm in the pothole whippin' a knot hoe
Make 'em go eat it up (eat it up)
Straight out the basement whippin' Picasso (whip)
Young nigga heating up (heat it up)
I can't get froze (no), Lord knows the soul I own (god)
The ice two-tone (ice, brrt), that's four iPhones (uh)
Baby boy Holmes (woo), you aim preferably for the nose (bow)
It's a trap boy zone (trap), we exchange, Whitney for Nicole (Whitney)

Niggas get hard until they get hit with the sentence (damn, damn)
These niggas act hard, but they cannot handle they penalty (no, no)
Ain't gon' lie, I haven't had smoke in a minute (ain't havin' no smoke)
I'm focused on bags and juugin', finessin' the industry (bags, finesse)
Free all my niggas until they reclaim they innocence (free)
My bad bitch, I bought her a chain for kickin' it (she icy)
Lame bitch, hit wit' the flame, he snitchin' it (he tellin')
Cocaine witch, give her the lame, she sniffin' it (she snortin' it)

I can't get down (get down), I gotta get up (up)
Yeah (yeah), I can't get down (nah), I gotta get up (up, uh)
Yeah, I'm in the pothole whippin' a knot hoe
Make 'em go eat it up (eat it up)
Straight out the basement whippin' Picasso (whip)
Young nigga heating up (heat it up)
I can't get froze (no), Lord knows the soul I own (god)
The ice two-tone (ice, brrt), that's four iPhones (uh)
Baby boy Holmes (woo), you aim preferably for the nose (bow)
It's a trap boy zone (trap), we exchange, Whitney for Nicole (Whitney)

---

Magellanic

(Quality Control & Takeoff)

Uhhh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
DJ Durel (ooh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yes sir

Big bank on me bitch, watch, I pop shit (pop)
Mob with the clique, take a trip, this that real shit (real)
Pulled a whip out the garage for the camera flicks (skrrt, skrrt)
Jewelry heist, all my jewelry bite, ain't no camera tricks (ice)
A pound of Perc, and four pints of syrup, that's my travel kit (lean)
That chopper worse, on my side of turf, this that magic stick
I took that risk and we did it first, now we filthy rich (now we filthy rich)

Rich nigga but I need a rich bad bitch (bitch)
Make a broke niggas sick oand pay a broke bitch rent (bitch)
I'm a trap nigga, bitch, I ain't your f*ckin' Clark Kent (nah)
Make a five star bitch take a seat right on the bench

So many pounds in the vicinity, the room got a stench (ew)
Way up top, don't f*ck with many
Smoking green, no, not The Grinch (cookie)
When you're gettin' a lot of paper, real or fake, can't tell from which
Put them rings on my fist and put Celine on my bitch
Flip the switch, take a pic, want that bag? Take a risk
I got ice, live the life, I got cash, that's a lick
They got stripes, won't go right, they gon' blast with the shit
F*ck the tab, make them mad, when I spazz, they get sick
I spent a dime on the coat and brought some lines for your hoe (lines)
Put that Patek out the window, turn that rain into snow
I never changed, only thing I left is change at the store
And know the gang, they don't even ask for names where we go
From the Nawf, used to kick a door, it was me and 'Cho
From the bando, now we toppin' charts on Billboard
For the check, had to grip the TEC, it was me and Set (yeah)
A nigga did a lot of shit, but we ain't gon' speak on that (shh)
I don't post a lot of shit, 'cause I don't like the internet (nah)
And these niggas ain't stoppin' shit, it's free smoke, they can catch contact (smoke)
You lookin', it ain't hard to find with all these chains and these baguettes (ice)
I drip, don't care 'bout takin' pictures when these niggas post every pic (no cap)

Rich nigga but I need a rich bad bitch (bitch)
Make a broke niggas sick oand pay a broke bitch rent (bitch)
I'm a trap nigga, bitch, I ain't your f*ckin' Clark Kent (nah)
Make a five star bitch take a seat right on the bench

DJ Durel

---

Leave Em Alone

(Quality Control & Layton Greene & Lil Baby)

(feat. City Girls & PnB Rock)

Hitmaka

Oh, I see
Girl, you out here tryna be my wifey
I'ma eat that pussy like it's ice cream
Bet you ain't met a nigga like me

No need to say what I been through
He already know what I'm into
He be reading my mind like it's simple
Got him banging my line like it's his too
Never got a word 'bout no issues
He pay it on time when the rent due
Made him ice out my neck and the wrist too
Hold down your pussy and your pistol (let him know, girl)

I see
Girl, you out here tryna be my wifey
I'ma eat that pussy like it's ice cream
Bet you ain't met a nigga like me

I can't leave 'em alone
Try to change my ways, but the dope boy turnin' me on
Trap niggas know what I want
So caught up that I can't leave 'em alone (can't leave 'em alone)
Try to change my ways, but the dope boy turnin' me on
Trap niggas know what I want
So caught up that I can't leave 'em alone

Why you tryna leave me alone?
I'm a D-boy, you know that come with doin' you wrong
Nah, I'm playin', you should know that we been in this too long
And all your friends really wish that they was on what we on
Girl, you know I got that deep stroke, that heart skip a beat stroke
That put us both to sleep stroke, forget about him, he broke
Serious as they come, I don't play no jokes
Middle of the winter, I'll give that ass a heatstroke, yeah (let 'em know)

I see
Girl, you out here tryna be my wifey
I'ma eat that pussy like it's ice cream
Bet you ain't met a nigga like me

I can't leave 'em alone
Try to change my ways, but the dope boy turnin' me on
Trap niggas know what I want
So caught up that I can't leave 'em alone (can't leave 'em alone)
Try to change my ways, but the dope boy turnin' me on
Trap niggas know what I want
So caught up that I can't leave 'em alone

Jackrabbit when he put the dick in it
How you nut and you barely put the tip in it?
Sixty seconds, got him gone, that's a quick minute
He ain't never felt some pussy with some grip in it
Hair done, nails done like a bad bitch
Niggas turned me to a savage
I can't f*ck him if he average
Way more bad than your last bitch (period)

I can't leave 'em alone
Try to change my ways, but the dope boy turnin' me on
Trap niggas know what I want
So caught up that I can't leave 'em alone (can't leave 'em alone)
Try to change my ways, but the dope boy turnin' me on
Trap niggas know what I want
So caught up that I can't leave 'em alone

I swear we not tryin'
Ayy, yo, Foam, let's go grab homegirl from the front, you know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause, uh
I'ma need her right here, tuh
Hitmaka

---

Ride[feat. Rylo Rodriguez & 24Heavy]

(Quality Control & Lil Baby)

(Ride[feat. Rylo Rodriguez & 24Heavy])

Last night I didn't come home, my bitch probably think I was cheating
She don't even know, I was sleepin' on the low
Ain't got time for no hoes, I been on some other shit
Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich

They tryna ride my wave, I had to switch it up
They tryna ride in my lane, I had to buck a left
I had to cut off my feet to save myself
Stayed down and went and raised my wealth
We was waitin' on the mailman, we had to track it, he had the pack it
Soon as we get it the pack in, 30 minutes later racks in
Thousand dollar belt for my pants
Ridin' round beating I'm the man
I can get them bags on demand
Count this money fast with my hands
Shooters they gon' shoot on my command
'Bout these bands dawg
Hop out and go get it for real, I went and got it for real, yeah yeah
They tryna tell me to chill, this just the way that I live, yeah yeah
I be on syrup for real, I just keep buyin' these seals, yeah yeah
I know I'm never gon' squeal, I give a damn how they feel, yeah yeah
Baby Jace, sitting next to me on the roads to riches, yeah yeah
Lil Dee, sittin' next to me on the road to riches, yeah yeah
DT ridin' shotgun on the road to riches, yeah yeah
They tryna ride my wave, they tryna ride my wave

Last night I didn't come home, my bitch probably think I was cheating
She don't even know, I was sleepin' on the low
Ain't got time for no hoes, I been on some other shit
Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich

Last night I didn't come home, my bitch probably think I was cheating
She don't even know, I was sleepin' on the low
Ain't got time for no hoes, I been on some other shit
Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich

I just got a call from my dawg he just came home
Told me that he got out on his bid so I'ma put him on
Couple niggas talkin' flawed, they all sing the same songs
Get a nigga left on the yard for a cellphone
I got some young nigga ready to crash out
I had a thousand pounds at the stash spot
And I'ma hold it down for the havenots
I still remember times I ain't have nothing
I ain't no greedy nigga you can have some
All of my niggas eatin' go and ask 'em
They don't want no smoke they got asthma
Bitch I'm a street nigga I ain't no rapper
They should put on a runway, drippin' like a sundae
Make yo bitch see how this dick taste, a million off a mixtape
Niggas hate but I just dictate
I control the shots
Boy I control the block
Boy I control that rock
You gon' need a way bigger surfboard
Got a lot of money but I want more
Go and get that paper I ain't have no choice
My son gon' be a boss 'cause he's my first born

Last night I didn't come home, my bitch probably think I was cheating
She don't even know, I was sleepin' on the low
Ain't got time for no hoes, I been on some other shit
Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich

They tryna ride my wave, I had to switch it up
They tryna ride in my lane, I had to buck a left
Ain't got time for no hoes, I been on some other shit
Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich

---

Wiggle It[feat City Girls]

(Frenc Montana)

[French Montana]
Ayy
You know what it is when you hear that
Montana, hah

JT]
I'ma bounce this ass for a rich ass nigga
I'ma get a bag, old gold ass digger
You can't f*ck with me if you ain't got that cash
You wanna see some ass?

[ JT & French Montana]
I'll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit
I'll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit (Ayy)
Brown bag legend for these bad ass bitches
Got a hundred racks if you gon' backflip it
I ain't trippin', I got that cash
Baby, go and bounce that ass
I'll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit
I'll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit

[French Montana]
Coke Boy, put you on the broke diet
Ass fat, you can hide from the feds behind it
Brown bag, take her bottom and the top down her
Bad bitch lookin' for a rich ass nigga
I'ma pull up to the club with that big bag, nigga
We ain't really with that chitchat, nigga
I'ma break her off like a Kit Kat, nigga
Sauce on the pimp, I'm a Big Mac, nigga, hah

[JT]
I'ma bounce this ass for a rich ass nigga
I'ma get a bag, old gold ass digger
You can't f*ck with me if you ain't got that cash
You wanna see some ass?

[JT & French Montana]
I'll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit
I'll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit (Ayy)
Brown bag legend for these bad ass bitches
Got a hundred racks if you gon' backflip it
I ain't trippin', I got that cash
Baby, go and bounce that ass
I'll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit
I'll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit

[Yung Miami]
Okay, nigga, you wanna wife a bitch?
I'ma tell you what I really like and shit
Whole lot of diamonds, ice and shit
Big ass dick that can pipe a bitch
And you know that I like it when you spend a little cash
Every time I come around, you put designer in my bag
White boys say I'm really rad
Even if I'm on my period, I'ma still let 'em bag
Freak bitch
Pussy so wet, I got 'em seasick
I'm a meat lover, yeah, deep dish
You a married nigga, then peep this
I can keep a secret

[JT]
I'ma bounce this ass for a rich ass nigga
I'ma get a bag, old gold ass digger
You can't f*ck with me if you ain't got that cash
You wanna see some ass?

[JT & French Montana]
I'll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit
I'll wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it
You gotta spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit (Ayy)
Brown bag legend for these bad ass bitches
Got a hundred racks if you gon' backflip it
I ain't trippin', I got that cash
Baby, go and bounce that ass

[French Montana & JT]
Spend that cash, spend that cash, spend that cash, spend that cash
Spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit, spend that shit

---

Stripper Bowl

(Quality Control & Migos)

Bring the whips out for the Super Bowl (skrrt)
500 racks for the Stripper Bowl
The money on the floor, better get it, hoe (get it)
Anything goes with the Huncho
(Anything goes with the Huncho)
Yeah, yeah
(Buddah, bless this beat)
Ah yeah, woah, uh, yeah, yee, uh woah, yeah, we gon'
Sue, sue, sue, sue, sue, sue, sue, sue let's go

Big boy necklace, seriously flexin' (ice)
Niggas stressin', niggas out here pressin' (Uh)
Niggas out here playin'
My chopper keep on sprayin'
Get on my knees start prayin' (God!)
Get on my knees start crappin'
Everybody know that I'm trappin' (trap)
Everybody know that I'm gettin' it
Spatula money, I'm flipping it (flip)
Big guns all through the city
Bring the whips out for the Super Bowl (skrrt)
500 racks for the Stripper Bowl
The money on the floor, better get it, hoe (get it)
Anything goes with the Huncho
Stir fry, smokin' on eggrolls (whip)
Trap boy hot with a little stove (ahh)
The money got a crease like it been fold
I like my money straight hot cold (hey)
Life in the school, they got the eye on (ahh)
Mama said I left with the pot on (Mama)
Give 'em a shoulder to cry on (uhn)
Brrp, brrp, brrp your thot ain't home (brrrr)
On the ground, tryna be a gangsta (gangsta)
Nigga get bread with no fingers (fingers)
Boy Meets World, no Topanga (hey)
Got tried in the street and it change him (tried)
Damn, I find it the strangest (damn)
Lookin' at the lame and he famous (lame)
Crowd chasin' all different angles (crowd)
Little nigga don't know it get dangerous

Danger (woo, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Danger (woo, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Little nigga don't know it get dangerous
Danger (woo, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Danger (woo, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Little nigga don't know it get dangerous

Offset!
Make M's by the hour (M, m)
We gon' make him, leave him sour (kill him)
Double-up, stack it up, Twin Tower (Twin Tower)
Get the stick, pay the hit, some allowin' it (rah)
Auto, a burk-burk, net deter-terg'
I just occur-urred, LV Verge-erge
Mister perf-er, my wrist is work-work
Which one you work-work? Check on your turban (hey)
Eenie-meenie-miney-mo, they all want me (eenie-meenie-miney-mo)
Hit them all with a .40, the bullet comin' (bow)
Get a nigga dead for a lower hunnid (who?)
Guineas on my wrist, you left the water running (guinea)
Lookin' at, so I don't see it, that's a whole hunter (see)
Niggas kickin' in the door for plenty summers (hey)
Whip it on the stove like it's been in Hundo's (hoo-hoo!)
Take a niggas soul for some petty money

Danger (woo, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Danger (woo, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Little nigga don't know it get dangerous
Danger (woo, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Danger (woo, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Little nigga don't know it get dangerous

Danger, I'ma go and paint 'em (Pew-pew)
Douple Cup, Triple K, I'ma go hang 'em (hang)
Gotta let 'em out the cage, can't tame 'em (argh)
And if you catch 'em by D, you can't blame 'em (you can't)
Big torch, I'ma go and flame 'em
Triple bald lookin' like a Wrestle Mania (woah)
500k through 500 ways in the hurt and nobody else came with 'em (bro)
They say like they mention on Phi
Q say we did it with 21, "Nah" (we'll see)
A part of ya ain't know 'bout the plot
Have fun with the guys, and nobody dies (on God)
No cap on this story, as Banco you goin'
As Bussey, you think that I'm lyin' (ask 'em)
Never seen it with your eyes
So my money strippers were swimmin' in pies
It would've been

Danger (woo, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Danger (woo, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Little nigga don't know it get dangerous
Danger (woo, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Danger (woo, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Little nigga don't know it get dangerous (uh)

---

Come On

(Quality Control & City Girls & Saweetie)

(feat. DJ Durel)

(DJ Durel)

Girl, come on (come on)
It's time to get it, girl, they playin' our song (this my jam)
Let's make 'em spend it on us all night long (the ballers out)
It's time to get it (let's get it)
Work that, twerk back 'til you got a hurt back
Make 'em wanna flirt back, lift it up and murk that

F*ck a six figure nigga, shit, he need to have eight
Call it Christmas on my wrist 'cause he love to decorate
Was down some diamonds on my bezel, now I got a different face
And they heard my shit sweet, now these niggas want a taste
I like lead niggas, street niggas (street)
Spend on shopping spree niggas (spend it)
G niggas, low-key, don't be in the scene, nigga
Clean, nigga, mean, nigga (what you mean?)
Type I need nigga (uh-huh)
Ain't f*ckin' with these hoes (disease free, nigga)
Booked and busy, I'ma hit you mañana
I'm a boss ass bitch, call me Big Mama (bitch)
The chain be Chanel, the panties pink Prada (woo)
If that nigga don't pay then he ain't about nada

Girl, come on (icy, come on)
It's time to get it, girl, they playin' our song (this my jam)
Let's make 'em spend it on us all night long (the ballers out)
It's time to get it (let's get it)
Work that, twerk back 'til you got a hurt back
Make 'em wanna flirt back, lift it up and murk that

I got that come back, nigga, this that rerun (rerun)
Make a nigga cut a check, tax refund (refund)
Where the boss nigga at? I don't see none (nah)
Make it rain in this bitch, I wanna see ones (period)
Too bad for a broke nigga, where the dope dealers?
Straight out the bando to the f*ckin' pros, nigga (where he at?)
Where you at? It's a draft (yeah)
Is you a first round pick or you last? (Where the ballers at?)
Where my college bitches with a fat ass? (Where they at though?)
So fly, give a nigga jet-lag
You wanna murk that, twerk that 'til I got a hurt back
Broke nigga, back back, I'ma have to curve that

Girl, come on (come on)
It's time to get it, girl, they playin' our song (this my jam)
Let's make 'em spend it on us all night long (the ballers out)
It's time to get it (let's get it)
Work that, twerk back 'til you got a hurt back
Make 'em wanna flirt back, lift it up and murk that

If you love me, then tip right (tip right)
'Cause we shouldn't leave after giving you a peek, it keeps the tip tight
Thanks for the invite (yeah)
I know my IG pictures make me seem mean, but a bitch nice
I like my mignon filet
I like my man grown, let me put it on your face (nasty)
He want me in his Wraith and want me in his place (facts)
By next week I can have the key to his gate (easy)
Name in his will before he even see me naked
I become a bill, you can't get him to pay one (bitch)
Pussy got him shittin' on his day ones (ow!)
I don't even gotta say much (period)

Girl, come on (come on)
It's time to get it, girl, they playin' our song (this my jam)
Let's make 'em spend it on us all night long (the ballers out)
It's time to get it (let's get it)
Work that, twerk back 'til you got a hurt back
Make 'em wanna flirt back, lift it up and murk that

---

Soakin Wet

(Quality Control & Marlo & Offset)

(feat. City Girls)

Grr
Hitmaka
Og Parker

What your niggas in here for and you ain't tippin'? (huh?)
You ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different (cash)
Throw them wedding bands on 'em, no commitment (hey)
Ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different
Soakin' wet, yeah
Do it with no hands, flexin' on the jet, yeah (no hands)
New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah (Chanel)
Hope you hoes pay attention (woo)
You ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different
(Soakin' wet, yeah)

On the jet, yeah
Bad bitches f*ckin' on the set, yeah (smash)
When I flex, yeah (flex)
Vvs baguettes all on my neck, yeah
(Soakin' wet, yeah)
I'm the shit, get a plumber
Runnin' through these hundreds
I might blow a couple commas (racks, racks)
Yeah, flexin' in the city flex)
Twenty strippers with me and they with it, yeah (hey)

What your niggas in here for and you ain't tippin'? (huh?)
You ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different (cash)
Throw them wedding bands on 'em, no commitment (no)
Ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different (cash)
Soakin' wet, yeah
Do it with no hands, flexin' on the jet, yeah (jet)
New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah
Hope you hoes pay attention (woo)
You ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different
(Soakin' wet, yeah)

Flew me out to Vegas, ate my pussy on the jet
Pussy wet, drippin', super soaker, treat it like a pet
I got niggas in the pen callin' collect (ha ha)
That locked down, fresh out dick be the best (soakin' wet, yeah)
Hit 'em with that wet wet (wet wet)
I'll put a ring on it for a check check
He want me meet him at the bank
But he ain't there yet (you ain't there yet)
And you short a couple hundreds, you ain't there yet (nah)
But I ain't trippin'
I'm in love as long as you spend it (period)
Super wet, yeah

What your niggas in here for and you ain't tippin'? (huh?)
You ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different (cash)
Throw them wedding bands on 'em, no commitment (no)
Ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different
Soakin' wet, yeah
Do it with no hands, flexin' on the jet, yeah (jet)
New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah
Hope you hoes pay attention (woo)
You ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different

Soakin' wet (yeah, splash)
Spend the check (spend the check)
I am a vet (I am a vet)
I got VV stones wrapped around her neck (VV)
I put my hand on the top of her head and make her my pet (ugh, ugh)
I get the bag, I'm spendin' the bag, I might be in debt (bag)
Yeah, she soakin' (splash)
Pussy fat, it's poking (poking)
Let me bust it open (open)
Diamond rocks, they frozen (frozen)
Put her in the Lotus (Lotus)
She clappin' and I cannot focus (clappin')
I'm havin' that shit, I be loaded (havin')
Count that shit up and I throw it (hey)

What your niggas in here for and you ain't tippin'?
You ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different
Throw them wedding bands on 'em, no commitment
Ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different
Soakin' wet, yeah
Do it with no hands, flexin' on the jet, yeah
New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah
Hope you hoes pay attention
You ask me, "What you payin' for?" That pussy different
(Soakin' wet, yeah)

---

Longtime

(Quality Control & 24Heavy)

(feat. Young Thug)

Ooh, woah, oh, woah, nah, nah
Long  time, long time

Took a long time, but I'm here (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now I'm shinin', chandelier (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I was a dirty diamond in the rough (yeah, yeah, yeah)
But now I'm polished, see me clear
And I ain't never give up (wow, nah)
Stay down 'til you come up (stay down 'til you come up)
Woah, nah, woah, woah

Started pressure, then I applied (then I applied)
I be lyin' if I say the limit it is sky
You know they hate everything I do, tell 'em I try (tell 'em I try)
They got the TV, see the hate, we on the rush (woah, ah)
Get it out the mud, feel different when you grew up with no luck
Came from the bottom, straight to the top
I swear they know me (swear they know)
Came in the game, ain't have a thing, feel like they owe me
Outside, Winter in the cold
Know they talk behind my back, but I ain't trippin', I won't fold
Been a long time comin', it's weighin' heavy on my soul
Know they'll cross me in a minute, but I'm prepared for the road

Took a long time, but I'm here (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now I'm shinin', chandelier (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I was a dirty diamond in the rough (yeah, yeah, yeah)
But now I'm polished, see me clear
And I ain't never give up (wow, nah)
Stay down 'til you come up (stay down 'til you come up)
Woah, nah, woah, woah

They hate the fact they gotta see me
'Cause I'm on flat screens and poor people TV
I feed my dawgs and my miss but they ain't needy
Five hundred thousand dollar bills on the ceiling
My shawty natural with Malaysian hair
The penthouse suite, I just go bath in there
I got mansions and exotic bitches in the livin' room
Inside and outside pool, it's okay to drool (let's go)
You look like a fool tryna tie your two's
Ain't talkin' Yeezy's, but the Lambo' got some new shoes
I trip you up with red bottom, oh
Before I ever tried, I dead the problems I don't gotta say this

Took a long time, but I'm here
Now I'm shinin', chandelier
I was a dirty diamond in the rough
But now I'm polished, see me clear
And I ain't never give up (wow, nah)
Stay down 'til you come up (stay down 'til you come up)
Woah, nah, woah, woah

Hit hard, and move silent, yeah

---

Yeh

(Quality Control & Duke Deuce)

Ayoza
What the f*ck?
Aye, aye (ha)

Head banger (yeah), head banger (yeah),
Twisted fingers (yeah), twisted fingers (yeah)
P's working (yeah), P's working (yeah)
Phone twerking (yeah), phone twerking (yeah)
Bitches f*cking (yeah), bitches f*cking (yeah)
In traffic bucking (yeah), in traffic bucking (yeah)
We came from nothing (yeah), we came from nothing (yeah)
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah

Yeah, I'm raw, yeah, I kill
Yeah, I get them deals out them California hills
Just because I fell back, that don't mean I fell off
I got big dawg status, hitters knock your head off
Smoking weed at the school, gettin' in trouble with the law
Hard headed ass nigga, mama said your ass soft
Hard headed ass nigga damn near knocking heads off
Daddy found out I was GD, damn near knocked my chest off
Never been a scared nigga, never been no dumb nigga
I was 'bout that bread, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
At 15, popping meds, nigga, could've been a dead nigga
You heard what I said, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga

Head banger (yeah), head banger (yeah),
Twisted fingers (yeah), twisted fingers (yeah)
P's working (yeah), P's working (yeah)
Phone twerking (yeah), phone twerking (yeah)
Bitches f*cking (yeah), bitches f*cking (yeah)
In traffic bucking (yeah), in traffic bucking (yeah)
We came from nothing (yeah), we came from nothing (yeah)
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah

Head banger (yeah), head banger (yeah)
Twisted fingers (yeah), twisted fingers (yeah)
P's working (yeah), P's working (yeah)
Phone twerking (yeah), phone twerking (yeah)
Bitches f*cking (yeah), bitches f*cking (yeah)
In traffic bucking (yeah), in traffic bucking (yeah)
We came from nothing (yeah), we came from nothing (yeah)
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah

What the f*ck? That my ad lib
At first they wanna hate me, 'til I run off on a deal
Do that nigga got a hundred? Do that nigga got a mil'?
Boy, don't worry about my pockets, come and pick up your ho heels
YRN diamond chains give a nigga chill
Back then she wouldn't f*ck me now, she suck me soft until I'm still
Stupid boy, don't ask what's popping if you tryna make a deal
Boy, the only thing popping is these motherf*cking pills
Weed vacuum sealed, aye, put 'em on the wheels, uh
Get it out the mud even though I got a deal
It is what it is, my nigga, this shit real
Ten toes on my feet, ain't no stranger to the field

Head banger (yeah), head banger (yeah)
Twisted fingers (yeah), twisted fingers (yeah)
P's working (yeah), P's working (yeah)
Phone twerking (yeah), phone twerking (yeah)
Bitches f*cking (yeah), bitches f*cking (yeah)
In traffic bucking (yeah), in traffic bucking (yeah)
We came from nothing (yeah), we came from nothing (yeah)
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah

Head banger (yeah), head banger (yeah)
Twisted fingers (yeah), twisted fingers (yeah)
P's working (yeah), P's working (yeah)
Phone twerking (yeah), phone twerking (yeah)
Bitches f*cking (yeah), bitches f*cking (yeah)
In traffic bucking (yeah), in traffic bucking (yeah)
We came from nothing (yeah), we came from nothing (yeah)
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah

Head banger (yeah), head banger (yeah)
Head banger (Yeah), head banger (yeah)
Head banger (Yeah), head banger (yeah)
twisted fingers (yeah), twisted fingers (yeah)
Twisted fingers (yeah), twisted fingers (Yeah)
Twisted fingas (yeah), twisted fingas (Yeah)
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah
(Goddamn, 'Za)

---

Menace2

(Quality Control and Migos and Lil Yachty)

Who made this beat?
Twysted Genius, baby
Drank

Flood the block with the work, we tryna get it off
And the old heads say we too gangsta, that boy done popped your noggin (pow)
And that young nigga say he want beef, I ain't quittin' 'til I stop you (don't stop)
They say you stashed the work in the car, mane, fast, pop, lock and drop 'em
Thousand pounds of weed, we gettin' bitches so we missin' the beat (0kay)
Niggas still sellin' gas, how we havin' them bad cheap (we cheap)
F*ck with your boy, made a million out that Honda Accord (milli')
Shout out to Tory, know real d-boys praise him like the Lord (Uh)
I was servin' the block on Tuesday and Thursday, but twelve made life (shit)
With a dime and a brick, couldn't take the water, he need a fishin' rod (go fishin')
Country ass nigga, they got me in my bag, nigga (in my bag)
Drop, drop a 28 in 35 and call it Glad, nigga (straight)

I got a big bag for the money, I'm like, shit, yeah (I'm like, shit, yeah)
My bitch say I'm thuggin', I'm like, bitch, yeah (I'm like, bitch, yeah)
Any time she need some money, I'm like, bitch, here (I'm like, bitch, here)
Give her a couple racks, her Chanel match her nails, bitch
I got a big bag for the money, I'm like, shit, yeah (I'm like, shit, yeah)
My bitch say I'm thuggin', I'm like, bitch, yeah (I'm like, bitch, yeah)
Any time she need some money, I'm like, bitch, here (I'm like, bitch, here)
Give her a couple racks, her Chanel match her nails, bitch

He spend a little, I spend a lot on tryna whip a block (whip it)
And young say it's smoke with the opps, I tell 'em, spin their block (brrp)
Switch on all them glizzys, nigga, we ain't sparin' not nan' nigga (no, no)
And I remember I stacked up a hundred, felt like I had a million (racks)
It came from water whippin' (whippin')
JoJo would wash the dishes (okay)
Judo, Baby Dough and Slim was right there in the kitchen (my bros)
And I don't know how I did it (nah)
When I'm, when I'm cookin' that work, nigga, I'm a real chemist (chemist)
Nigga, don't you forget it (ah)
On the west side, nigga, I made my stripes
In 9th Ward, nigga, I sold my white (okay)
Serve a half, whole, get caught with blow, you gotta roll them dices (roll 'em)
Say that your dawg crossed you out for a bitch, know that ain't right
I've been livin' that high life, gettin' high off life (off life)

I got a big bag for the money, I'm like, shit, yeah (I'm like, shit, yeah)
My bitch say I'm thuggin', I'm like, bitch, yeah (I'm like, bitch, yeah)
Any time she need some money, I'm like, bitch, here (I'm like, bitch, here)
Give her a couple racks, her Chanel match her nails, bitch
I got a big bag for the money, I'm like, shit, yeah (I'm like, shit, yeah)
My bitch say I'm thuggin', I'm like, bitch, yeah (I'm like, bitch, yeah)
Any time she need some money, I'm like, bitch, here (I'm like, bitch, here)
Give her a couple racks, her Chanel match her nails, bitch

I got a big bag for the money, I'm like, shit, yeah
My bitch say I'm thuggin', I'm like, bitch, yeah
Any time she need some money, I'm like, bitch, here
Give her a couple racks, her Chanel match her nails, bitch

---

Grab A...

(Quality Control & Duke Deuce)

(feat. Tay Keith)

Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up
Tay Keith, this too hard
What the f*ck?

Bitch, I'm a, bitch, I'm a vet, reppin' my set
Hopped out the jet, ice on my neck (ice on my neck)
Grabbin' the TEC, keep it on deck (keep it on deck)
He say it's smoke, then I'm leavin' him wet (leavin' 'em wet)
Holla at me folk, it's for the low (it's for the low)
I put on a show to go to the store (go to the store)
You can't see this shit, this bitch'll get ghost (go ghost)
Don't hit the blue lights 'cause you don't want no smoke
Nigga, I'm the illest in the city
Even got the nuns f*ckin' with me
Flippin', hell nah, I'm committed
Know some niggas rob for a livin'
Guts off-white, call it chitlins (ugh)
Let 'em hate and nut up on their bitches (ugh)
Nigga got a problem, get up with me
Nigga got a problem, get up with me (bitch)

Fire up the Glock and hit your block
And let the Hellcat stop (ayy, ayy)
It's much respect, you get your guap
You flip the weed or rock
Don't come at me (don't come at me)
Don't come at me hot about a thot
Get knocked up out your sock (uh)
Just look what I got, I iced my watch
This bitch don't tick or tock (uh)
Fire up the Glock and hit your block
And let the Hellcat stop (ayy, ayy)
It's much respect, you get your guap
You flip the weed or rock
Don't come at me (don't come at me)
Don't come at me hot about a thot
Get knocked up out your sock (uh)
Just look what I got, I iced my watch
This bitch don't tick or tock (uh)

Shawty got raw head (shawty got raw head)
Pussy be bald head (pussy be bald head)
Bricks got bounce like bullfrogs (bullfrogs)
Trippin' like a bulldog
With some quiet ass niggas, they'll fool y'all (they'll fool y'all)
Yeah, might shoot y'all (nigga might shoot y'all)
Wanna be a shooter? I'll recruit y'all (I'll recruit y'all)
Come to my city, they'll boo y'all (boo y'all)
Prada with the Fendi, (Fendi)
No, it ain't a gimmick (gimmick)
Sport mode, spinnin' (spinnin')
Geek'd up engine (engine)
Blacked on black (black)
Bat up outta Hell (Hell)
All my packs just came through the mail
F*ck up the weekend, I know you see me
Bitch, I been eatin', diamonds be speakin'
Don't get to reachin', we get to peepin'
Choppas for defense, you get the beatin'

Fire up the Glock and hit your block
And let the Hellcat stop (ayy, ayy)
It's much respect, you get your guap
You flip the weed or rock
Don't come at me (don't come at me)
Don't come at me hot about a thot
Get knocked up out your sock (uh)
Just look what I got, I iced my watch
This bitch don't tick or tock (uh)
Fire up the Glock and hit your block
And let the Hellcat stop (ayy, ayy)
It's much respect, you get your guap
You flip the weed or rock
Don't come at me (don't come at me)
Don't come at me hot about a thot
Get knocked up out your sock (uh)
Just look what I got, I iced my watch
This bitch don't tick or tock (uh)

---

Killin' Time

(Quality Control & Lil Yachty)

(feat. Offset & Mango Foo)

(Earl on the beat)
Hmm, yeah
Migo Gang, Boat Gang
Young nigga come out the house with twenty chains, ten rings (yup)
(Gang)
(Gang)
(Gang) Stupid!
(Gang)

Uh, uh, uh (okay)

Step on the pedal, my dog out the kettle
Real diamonds cover up all of the metal
Send out my men, turn your wife to a widow
Come through yo' window with charms and extendos
We not friends, gang, kinfolk
I'm in Virgina, for real, Norfolk
Run to the bag, y'all new niggas is slowpoke
Bro in the car, not for fun, but the gun tote (aye)
Lil Yachty flyin' so cool that your son rope
Beat on your bitch, break her back 'till it's no more
Richer than most, take a trip in a G4
I'm goin' crazy, Barkley, CeeLo
I'm in a ocean, rockin', steamboat
Got this lil' bitch, suckin', deep throat
Stay with my brothers, Michael, Tito
Shoutout my slime, what's up Cito?
I slap right (shake, shake, shake, shake, shake)
Okay

(Hey) switch out my cars like I switch up my bitches (switch it)
She pop a bar and she suck out my kids (ooh)
I dropped the top off the coupe (woo)
Girls gone wild 'cause I'm flashin', all titties (boo)
Fifty on the pinky, that's a pretty, pretty penny (penny)
Hit 'em with the stick, might get her Lyfe Jennings
Trappin' out the bando when the windows all tinted (tinted)
What you say? Hit 'em with the 5 'fore he finish (what you say?)
Drippin' in diamonds, VVS's (water)
Smokin' on cookie from nexus (cookie)
Boogets they cut through my fleshes (boogets)
We go retarded, dyslexic (retarded)
Catch him when he gettin' off the exit (brrp, brrp, brrp)
Hit your bitch ran with her, it's a pick six
All gang, the gang on blitz shit (gang)
I got the white and the brown, that's a mixed bitch (mixed bitch)
White grits on the right and the left wrist
Pop shit, we gon' add you to the hit list (brrp)
Chopper get the popper spittin' like it got a lisp (pew)
Then continue while you niggas like the activist (hey)

Running through the money, tryna break the bank
Right wrist water, and my neck like a fish tank
When I'm on the block, big bank take lil' bank
Sippin' on the drank double cup, no Kool-Aid
And we takin' shots at a nigga, like 2K (pew, pew)
Pimpin' straight drop out the pot, no deuce day (straight drop)
Lost my top, tryna find it on the freeway
Run the money up with my team like a relay
Jump in the coupe do a drag race (drag race)
These niggas going out the sad way (sad way)
Do no talkin', lets see what the MAC say (what the Mac say?)
A whole lot of blue faces, no sad day (cash)
In the garage it look like a dealership (skrrt)
You can't get in my gang need a membership (gang)
Too much money involved, you can't interfere (can't interfere)
And I'm sippin' on syrup, not no Benadryl (no Benadryl)

Stupid
Yeah

---

Bait

(Quality Control & Kollision)

(Zeron)
Yeah, yeah
Easy money man
Aye, who the f*ck is Narquise?

I got racks (racks)
Bitch that's baked (baked)
Me and three bitches on a double date (double, double, double)
Treat my bitches like I do my Rollie face (switch 'em up)
Send a bitch in BOA, buss down a Chase (scam, scam)
Why would I lie? (Why?)
Why would I lie? (Why?)
Forgiato's on a truck, that bitch stay high (skrrt, skrrt)
That pussy good, but that head extra fire (extra fire)
I'm in the kitchen with that bitch 'cause that stay fire
(Baow, baow, baow)

Face card good, I clean my face
After I f*ck, then she gotta give me my space
442 my motor, you don't wanna race
I got all type of bitches, different race
Soon as they pin it, we go and get it ain't leaving no trace
She let me send the pack, I CPN the place
We go tit for tat and raise the murder rate
I want cake, I ain't tryin' no funnel cake
I got racks for the bait, she can help bringin' up the past
Got some niggas wipe your nose and your ass lil' nigga
Tunnel vision, you ain't talking bout them racks go figure
Broke my Pyrex pot crackin' the pan, no simmer

I got racks (racks)
Bitch that's baked (baked)
Me and three bitches on a double date (double, double, double)
Treat my bitches like I do my Rollie face (switch 'em up)
Send a bitch in BOA, buss down a Chase (scam, scam)
Why would I lie? (Why?)
Why would I lie? (Why?)
Forgiato's on a truck, that bitch stay high (skrrt, skrrt)
That pussy good, but that head extra fire (extra fire)
I'm in the kitchen with that bitch 'cause that stay fire
(Baow, baow, baow)

Pop me a Perc, that she got me itchy, itchy, itchy
I won't paper, that shit got me with the itchy fingers
My lil' buddy he get ugly wit it, trigger finger
My lil' slutty, she like muddy when I'm digging deeper
Put this Perc on her tongue, put in work, then do a song
Make her squirt before I come, paper route no Tom-Tom
I need bags, lump sum
Gimme then racks, lump sum
Bet all the bands, stick out drums
I point fingers, and count with my thumbs

I got racks (racks)
Bitch that's baked (baked)
Me and three bitches on a double date (double, double, double)
Treat my bitches like I do my Rollie face (switch 'em up)
Send a bitch in BOA, buss down a Chase (scam, scam)
Why would I lie? (Why?)
Why would I lie? (Why?)
Forgiato's on a truck, that bitch stay high (skrrt, skrrt)
That pussy good, but that head extra fire (extra fire)
I'm in the kitchen with that bitch 'cause that stay fire
(Baow, baow, baow)

---

Shoulder

(Quality Control & Dayytona Fox & YRN Lingo)

Yo look, tell that bitch to come f*ck with a winner, lil' baby

She tried to get up but I bent that bitch over
Causin' trouble in these streets, swervin' a Rover
I'm right up on your ass, gang, gang, yeah it's over
Said she the chosen one, why boy? Because I chose her
Ever since I got older, I hate to be sober
Got older, I hate to be sober
And we put a big body bitch, just like a boulder
Do it again, do it again
Better watch over your shoulder

Gon' hit the back drop, gon' hit the back drop
Give me top in my lap, now that's a laptop
And we get lit (we get lit), like it was a match box
And you know I ain't gonna call lil' bitch
but I put that shit in the stash spot (aw)
I know these niggas waitin' for me, I got music I could drop
I got Balmain jeans, you can see these fat knots
SRT real hot when I swerve up out the lot
We gon' see if you real when I put you on the spot (somebody stop him)
Go head flush her, go head flush lil' bitch I'ma do it a lot
And you know what I do in the SRT with Lingo, swerve your block
And I don't give a f*ck 'bout a stupid lil' bitch, no, no, no, I do not
I don't know what the f*ck you thought
I'ma get my secure, better get your slot, damn
I remember old man sitting by the Texaco
He told me one day, I gotta eat up all my vegetables
Ever since that day, he told me I eat it up just like a Lunchable
Now, look at me, big and strong, built like Mr. Incredible

She tried to get up but I bent that bitch over
Causin' trouble in these streets, swervin' a Rover
I'm right up on your ass, gang, gang, yeah it's over
She the chosen one, why boy? Because I chose her
Ever since I got older, I hate to be sober
Got older, I hate to be sober
And we put a big body bitch, just like a boulder
Do it again, do it again
Better watch over your shoulder

---

Testament

(Quality Control & Jordan Hollywood)

(Got it on smash)

My mom call me crying
Say she barely know me no more and I tell her I'm sorry
I'm addicted to working, I'm prolly recording
Or bussin' a move when you call me
I gotta do better but I got so many people and they all leaning on me, aye
Wait 'til you shotty, and sweat with your army and everybody on the chart
Did a song with Lil Baby, I went to the hood
Shot the video right in the trenches
Had a Glock on my hip, like I missed my due date
You know I gotta keep an extension
It's QC for life, but until I get right
I'm just grinding and keeping my distance
So much food on the table but won't grab a plate
Until I do my thing in the kitchen (uh)
If I hit yo' bitch from the back then that's a collision
Hit and run, I take off then I go missin'
I'ma OG like Parker, first one seen the vision
When you young from Miami, you scammin' or pimpin
And my rims is all set, Forgiato's we tippin'
Me and Yachty don't really talk much 'cause we different
But for you, I pull that pistol out in a second
Keep the .9 just like Marla, you might end up missing (missing)
Might end up missing, I bought my bitch a Chloe bag and some Christians
Hope she never catch me cheating like Tristan
Gotta stay strapped like it's cook it or tick
That bitch ass fake, but it look realistic
I don't take meds no more, bitch, I'm holistic
I drop my gun on a rapper, artistic
I got that money, it's dumb, it's autistic
Gotta put people on, gotta keep flippin'
Really to me, that's the only statistic that you should care about
Empire building and you cannot tear it down
If you got problems then we find your whereabouts
Like we hot boxing you know we gon' air it out (yeah)
Like we hot boxing you know we gon' air it out (pew), air it out (pew), yeah
Used to love me, but you judge me like Aaron now (that's deep)
You used to listen but you 'bout to hear it now (wow)
You won't even hear me out, that f*ck shit get cancelled out
We was both on the road to the money
You mad at me 'cause I took better routes
Shout out to P, feel like I won a Grammy the night that you gave me my chain
We got a lot in common 'cause we both know what it's like being betrayed
I see that shit that you goin' through, sometimes it make me afraid of the fame
But it's the life that I chose so there's really no one but myself I could blame
Before the deal I had 3400 dollars to my name (Me)
Gave you a place you could sleep
Gave you clothes you could wear and put food on your plate (you)
When you was fightin' the charge,
Who was the one that made sure your lawyer was paid? (Me)
Now you're writing statements 'bout me
I swear to God, I think about that shit everyday (you)
Who was the person you called when you got into beef and you needed it handled? (Me)
Who used to wait 'til you took it, the deal, when they got a deal they gon' cancel? (You)
Who was the one that you called when you had a gun pointed to your head in Atlanta? (Me)
Look what you've done, all your day ones, you burnt them all like a candle (you)
Who got they dollars up? (Me)
Who losing followers? (You)
Who took care of all of us? (Me)
Who could we never trust? (You)
Who's the one gave you the help? (Me)
Who signed a deal and got shelved? (You)
Who would write all of your lyrics? (Me)
Who was a muhf*ckin' parrot? (You)
Who picked you up from the hospital? (Me)
Who's f*ckin' parents was dodgin' 'em? (You)
Who introduced you to Hodge and 'em? (Me)
Who got a crew with the flogs in 'em? (You)
Who's chain is VVS diamonds? (Me)
Who's chain is fake and they lyin'? (You)
Who could make hits without tryin'? (Me)
Who left the studio cryin'? (You)

---

Get Em In

(Quality Control & Mango Foo & Offset)

(Murda on that beat, so it's not nice)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah
Yeah, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)

I can get 'em in, where the mail at? (Where the mail at?)
Loud pack, kush pack, smell that? (Can you smell that?)
We be still servin' where twelve at (where twelve at?) (Woop, woop)
Pull up, burnt out Hellcat (skrrt, skrrt)
Hella racks make a bitch run and tell that
Gunshots, five-five, nigga back-back (point five-five)
Don't get a nigga song, let him sell that
I ain't goin' back and forth, get a nigga whacked (baow, baow, baow)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (get him, and gone)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (get him, and gone)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (get him, and gone)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (gotta get him gone)
Nigga try to get my cheese, ratatat-tat (try to get my cheese)
Bring a bitch to her knees, tell her hold that (took her to her knees) (bitch)
Watch me hold this shit down like four flax (like four flax)
I be on the other side of town movin' mo' packs (movin' mo' packs) (yeah)

I got it in now I'm out of here, I'm out of here (got it in)
These nigga's can't see me, 'cause I'm way too far gone (gone)
And once I get the money out of here, I'm out of here
And I ain't tryna kill you 'cause the vibe ain't too strong (strong)
I be feelin' like I'm Al Capone
I 'on't really like this nigga tone
Kill his pop and all up at your home
Put him on a plate, now that nigga gone (now he gone)
I'ma watch the whole trap from a drone
Big sacks, quarterbacks, on a roll
I want ice, bling bling on cold
White gold, rose gold (rose gold)
Poured up an eight of the syrup
Bitch I'm too fly like a bird (brr)
Front you a bag on the credit
I need my check on the first (on the third)
Bring 'em in, we get 'em out of here (gone)
If you ain't got no money, get out of here (get out of here)
Please don't come to my trap with that lollygagging
If somebody get shot, I don't know what happened
And my youngin' control the traffic ('trol the traffic)
Watch me rip off a ho with plastic (ho with plastic)
And these niggas they know, ain't no jackin' (know ain't no jackin)
My lil' bitch got a nine in her jacket, shit can get drastic

I can get 'em in, where the mail at?
Loud pack, kush pack, smell that? (Can you smell that?)
We be still servin' where twelve at (where twelve at?) (Woop, woop)
Pull up, burnt out Hellcat (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrr)
Hella racks make a bitch run and tell that
Gunshots, five-five, nigga back-back (point five-five)
Don't get a nigga song, let him sell that
I ain't goin' back and forth, get a nigga whacked (baow, baow, baow)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (get him, and gone)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (get him, and gone)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (get him, and gone)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (gotta get him gone)
Nigga try to get my cheese, ratatat-tat (try to get my cheese)
Bring a bitch to her knees, tell her hold that (took her to her knees) (bitch)
Watch me hold this shit down like four flax (like four flax)
I be on the other side of town movin' mo' packs (movin' mo' packs) (yeah)

Uh, throw the Patek on my arm, I got more racks (Patek)
Playin' with the choppa, nigga hold that (hold that)
You got a hundred to million, you can't fold that (nah)
Smokin' on a backwood, nigga lookin' like a ball bag (whoa)
Eat it up, I put it on a platter (woo)
Yellow diamonds on my wrist, it's lookin' like your bladder, yeah
Drip, drip, drip in Margielas (drip)
Migo Gang we movin' like the mob, good fellas (gang, mob)
Yeah, wings on the coupe, shit (wings)
I done made ten million out the boof, shit
My kids got a fund, I'm a fool, shit
I'm payin' out the funds for her booze (hey)
I'm up, up, up, like a Jew, yeah
I'm up, the AP boog', yeah
Ridin' with twelve, see 'em board the jet (f*ck twelve)
Cover all the raw stone, yeah (hey)
Told that bitch to ride my way like a jetski (ride it)
Bitches fiendin' for the dope, they want the recipe (dope)
I be layin' on her bun like a sesame (bun)
And my Moncler green like a clover leaf (hey)
Got these VVS's wet, and they chokin' me
Splash, splash, shawty keep on soakin' me (splash)
Do the dash in a Rafe, you gon' notice me (Rafe)
Bought your bitch a bag, just courtesy

I can get 'em in, where the mail at? (Where the mail at?)
Loud pack, kush pack, smell that? (Can you smell that?)
We be still servin' where twelve at (where twelve at?) (Woop, woop)
Pull up, burnt out Hellcat (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrr)
Hella racks make a bitch run and tell that (run and tell that)
Gunshots, five-five, nigga back-back (point five-five)
Don't get a nigga song, let him sell that
I ain't goin' back and forth, get a nigga whacked (baow, baow, baow)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (get him, and gone)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (get him, and gone)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (get him, and gone)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (gotta get him gone)
Nigga try to get my cheese, ratatat-tat (try to get my cheese)
Bring a bitch to her knees, tell her hold that (took her to her knees) (bitch)
Watch me hold this shit down like four flax (like four flax)
I be on the other side of town movin' mo' packs (movin' mo' packs) (yeah)

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Murda

(Quality Control & Domingo & Duke Deuc)

aye Duke Deuce
What the f*ck these niggas talkin' 'bout man?
aye they got us f*cked up
Y-R-N

Money, paper, racks, cash, blue hunnids, guapanese
Foreign bitches, suckin', f*ckin' got 'em all, on they knees
All my niggas totin' pistols, even with felonies (huh)
And they shoot 'em like a camera, nigga, saye cheese (huh)
I know niggas bangin, Bloods, Crips, and some G's (huh)
And I got them shooters 'cross the country, overseas
These Percocet tens got me geekin', feel like Hercules
It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season (what?)
It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season (murda)

Them young niggas killin, hurtin' niggas for no reason (brrah)
Free my brothers down the road, locked up but still eatin' (free Weezy)
And they'll still never ever fold, when the judge ain't no pleadin'

It's just me and Duke Deuce (Duke Deuce)
We got beat a nigga ass 'till he turn black & blue (boom boom)
See the opps we gon' shoot (blatt)
All these dead bodies nigga, recognize who was who (who's who)
YRN got her spooked, I came in with the gang
so I'ma pull up with the troops (gang)
And I ain't ever gon' switch (nah), and my nigga wiped your nose
Just know we in cahoots (Bitch!)
Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda (Murda)
These niggas gangsta poppin' shit, until we turn 'em (what?)
Into bitches, yes we keep that fire, we gon' burn 'em (blatt)
No you can't buy them stripes nigga, gotta earn 'em

Money, paper, racks, cash, blue hunnids, guapanese
Foreign bitches, suckin', f*ckin' got 'em all, on they knees
All my niggas totin' pistols, even with felonies (huh)
And they shoot 'em like a camera, nigga, saye cheese (huh)
I know niggas bangin, Bloods, Crips, and some G's (huh)
And I got them shooters 'cross the country, overseas
These Percocet tens got me geekin', feel like Hercules (what the f*ck?)
It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season (aye, aye)

1-2-3-4 trappers up in my bando
5-6-7-8 sticks 'till a bitch better get low (uh)
You think I'm Duke Deuces, it's Memphis
Makin' easy money and pimpin' (and pimpin')
Whole 'lotta robbin and dealin' (and dealin')
Man everybody here killin' (everybody here killin')

I heat up, and beat up the block
I G up, and keep up, to re-up the stock (re-up the stock)
(look what) look what I am, what you're not, the people
they eat up, 'cause all my shit hot (all my shit hot)
Uh, I'm out with no fours, my ice is cold
his ice-cream rocky road (it's rocky road)
Stick to the code, I never fold, I put that on the fours (poverty) (yeah)
Uh, you can see in a nigga eyes, some hungry, don't bother me (grr)
Uh, nigga f*ck with me they gon' hide lil' home
Yeah my nuts hangin', ain't no gangbangin',
why the f*ck you shootin' if you ain't aimin'? (bap, bap)
Goin' one fifty in a Hell Cat (skrrt),
with the red seats like a dark angel (what the f*ck?)

Money, paper, racks, cash, blue hunnids, guapanese (aye, aye)
Foreign bitches, suckin', f*ckin' got 'em all, on they knees
All my niggas totin' pistols, even with felonies (huh)
And they shoot 'em like a camera, nigga, saye cheese (huh)
I know niggas bangin, Bloods, Crips, and some G's (huh)
And I got them shooters 'cross the country, overseas
These Percocet tens got me geekin', feel like Hercules
It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season

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Ain't Nuthin

(Quality Control & Street Bud)

(Bassline Fanaticz)

Age ain't nothing but a number (but a number)
Age ain't nothing but a number (aye)
Age ain't nothing but a number (but a number)
Age ain't nothing but a number (yeah)
Age ain't nothing but a number (but a number)
You and your girl come through (come through)
You and your girl come through (come through)
You and your girl come through (come through)
You and your girl come through (come through)

Kick back here with the pool
Penthouse room with the view
Telling these girls bring two (yeah)
Pretty lil' Cinnamon, tell em' to send 'em in
Her friend got a friend with them
My pockets blue Benjamin (pockets, ooh)
The youngest that did it, they know that we winning
They come where we kick it at (ooh)
When she gone you can't get her back
We popping all over the internet
Make my driver pull up with no ten in that
And her boyfriend on cap like a fitted hat (cap)
Come and sit with the team where we winning at
Come and slide by the crib where we're swimming (come slide)
And the fit gotta match my shoes
Everybody tryna jack my moves
Slippin' then slide back through
Get fresh like the first day of school, ooh

Age ain't nothing but a number (but a number)
Age ain't nothing but a number (aye)
Age ain't nothing but a number (but a number)
Age ain't nothing but a number (yeah)
Age ain't nothing but a number (but a number) (ooh)
You and your girl come through (come through)
You and your girl come through (come through)
You and your girl come through (come through)
You and your girl come through (come through)

Wanna come hang (wanna go hang)
Vibe with the gang (gang) (come through)
Diamond my chain (ice)
Dripping, I don't have a stain (drip)
None of my partners is lame (none of them lame)
We not the same (nah)
None of my partners is strange (never) (ooh)
We get the change
Pretty she wanna be my main (wanna be my main)
She hot as a flame
Been popping before I had fame (before I had fame)
So stay in your lane (ooh)
She older, she ask me my name (ooh, ooh)
I told her age ain't a thing
I text them come over with that 'caine (that 'caine, that 'caine)
They both are the same (let's go)

Age ain't nothing but a number (ooh)
Age ain't nothing but a number (ooh)
Age ain't nothing but a number (but a number)
Age ain't nothing but a number (yeah, yeah) (ooh, ooh)
You and your girl come through
You and your girl come too
Her boyfriend broke, he flexing
My team got next, we pressing

I don't wanna BM, she all in my DM you might need a friend
If she wanna come see him
Met in the AM then leave in the PM
And when I defeat 'em, they scream out my per diem
Know that they hating but they gotta drum up
to try to get pointers but still they can't beat us
Rocking that Carti, my girl she a Barbie
We come in that party then turn up the speakers

What your name is
Who you came with
Do your thing then
Do your thing then
Do your thing then
Do your thing then
Do your thing then

Age ain't nothing but a number (but a number)
Age ain't nothing but a number (aye) (ooh)
Age ain't nothing but a number (but a number) (ooh)
Age ain't nothing but a number (but a number) (ooh)
Age ain't nothing but a number (aye)
You and your girl come through
You and your girl come through
Come through
You and your girl come through (come through) (yeah, yeah)
You and your girl come through (come through)
Penthouse room with the view
Telling these girls bring two
Come through (telling these girls bring two)
(Come through)

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Hit

(Quality Control & YRN Murk)

(808 mafia)
Zone Six nigga, Pyrex whipper (Pyrex)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (pull up a pow)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (pull up a pow)

AK, SKs .357 I know you don't wanna play
Good dope in my trap
You hit it one time and we gon' lock up your rib cage (bitch)
Beat a nigga clean round page (beat him up)
Black gloves when I grip the cage (black gloves)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You hear them gun shots?
They go off like everyday (baow)
Be your bitch texts hit em' like Marvin Gaye
Drop a six inside a tropical Minute Made
Beat on my chest like i'm Willy b (beat on my chest like I'm Willy b)
These niggas my lil' mini me
Take your bitch out to eat we go to busy bee (come here)
Swingin' that choppa head shot, we don't aim at knees
Shit bad he got a stomach disease (ugh)
What you say? I cannot hear you
God keep me company so I don't fear you (God)
I got that antidote I will not cure you
Balenciaga bubble jacket is cold
He a lab rat he sniffed up his nose
Cole promised we gon' shoot up with poles
You get ten feet next to me you gon' get froze
I flew to Egypt and flew back with gold (John Wick)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (pull up a pow)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I dont post guns on Instagram (no)
Stupid nigga that's how you get jammed (dummy)
I'm not tryn' go back to the slam (slamer)
Cocking back and shoot to my fam (baow)
All this water you should build a dam (Water)
Texting peons like i'm uncle Sam (peons)
Pull up in leather shit hit (shit hit)
Perfect and I would not miss
I do not go for the dissin' (start)
Start a caravan and handle my business (start the caravan)
Big bag on belt like it's Christmas (Santa Claus)
Talking shit, add your name to the hit list (scratch 'em off)
Everybody wanna f*ck with a gang cause they need the protection (gang)
Only rich niggas stand in my section
Fifth generation Glock my weapon (baow)
If the bullet miss you that's your blessing
I though youngs gripping Smith and Wesson
This a million dollar lick (lick)
You better take every brick (take a bag)
A thousand bag leave a stench (stench)
Rottweilers in my fence (grr)
Send a pack to Prison yards (over there)
I know some inmates f*cking guards (smash)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (pull up a pow)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit (let that shit lose)
Pull up with sticks and we hit