(I need to talk to Mike Laury
Yeah, you got Mike Laury)
(Dubba-AA flex)
"Winning lottery numbers coming up"
I can't quit, at all, at all
I ain't hurt (I ain't hurt, nigga), at all, at all
On my soul, at all, at all
Stay the same as my pain grow
Ridin' 'round with my bros (this is the sound)
Ridin' in the Maybach, let's go
Ten M's up, nigga, let's go
He a dreadhead, mm-hmm
My bro leave him dead in front that store
On three different drugs tryna take away my pain
But it's still gon' flow
Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans
But he still can't cope
On the highway, out the window do some'
Get in my way, bam-bam, shoot some'
He a head hunter, rude bwoy trust nothin'
She got a nice round bum, but can't pay her nothin'
Do a hit real sick, it be cold the whole summer
I can't figure how she comin', I'ma give her to my mama
In a minute I'ma cut a nigga, knowin' I'm a slime him
Everything go bad, you can trust him, still time him
Niggas steady rappin', we be shootin' at the bitch
Sound of the stick goin', "Boom" when it hit
Sound of the smoke, real loud when it's lit
Still let it off with a crowd in the midst
Black car, matte stick, I'm it
Don't pick die, if you try one trick
Right gang, but she say, "Wrong bitch"
Young rich nigga, he done took the wrong fix
Overdose, can't shake back, no
Harbor freight, get the jack from the sto'
White trace, that's a whole lotta snow
Ridin', bumpin' Kirk with a .30 and a pole
With a young bitch, she don't want me, it's vivid
But I don't need her hand when I'm runnin' up Benji's
Real deal business, this real blood business
Really spill those, dead bodies in the trenches
Real slime, they was my partner for a minute
Contract from my brother when them hollows got up in it
Dodgin' bullets in the car when them shottas sent them in it
All praise to Allah, one was dead, less than sixty
We gon' burn them forensincs, leave 'em dead if he missed it
Should have aimed when you shot it, don't f*ck with my bodies
I'ma foreign my engine, take luxury narcotics
While they cookin' I'm watchin', die protectin' that body
Through the house the aroma, it cover the closet
I don't say that ain't it, but I still want cop it
I'ma flood out this bitch to whoever come cop it
Police ran in this bitch, no one say nothin' about it
I ain't got nothin' I wanna do better with my life
But take narcotics with my life
Collect these bodies, with your life, send it to the Most Highest
Nigga showin' off, got it took when he got it
Nigga ran off, tell me what you do 'bout it?
You don't know off the dome shit, can't write
With the Glock when you see the kid, on sight
Bullets start playin' 'round with 'tention, got focused
Got another pack rolled up, he gon' smoke it
Ten grand, twenty grand, all night scope it
We're up all day high, we're up all day slow
I can't quit, at all, at all
I ain't hurt, at all, at all
On my soul, at all, at all
Stay the same as my pain grow
Ridin' 'round with my bros
Ridin' in the Maybach, let's go
Ten M's up, nigga, let's go
He a dreadhead, mm-hmm
My bro leave him dead in front that store
On three different drugs tryna take away my pain
But it's still gon' flow
Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans
But he still can't cope
Heard him steady talkin' 'bout, "Top, just let me shoot him", no
I can't teach a nigga shit, I can make it out him
I ain't need no tutor, been advanced for the road
Doped up, two or three tools doin' shows
Forty on my teeth and two hunnid for my pole
Three hunnid for my car, extra sneaze for the nose
I be runnin' to the money soon as it reach my phone
I ain't got nothin' I wanna do better with my life
But take narcotics with my life
Collect these bodies, with your life, send it to the Most Highest
Nigga showin' off, got it took when he got it
Nigga ran off, tell me what you do 'bout it?
You don't know off the dome shit, can't write
With the Glock when you see the kid, on sight
I can't quit (quit), at all, at all
I ain't hurt (I ain't hurt), at all, at all
On my soul, at all, at all
Stay the same as my pain grow
Ridin' 'round with my bros
Ridin' in the Maybach, let's go
Ten M's up, nigga, let's go
He a dreadhead, mm-hmm
My bro leave him dead in front that store (this is the sound)
On three different drugs tryna take away my pain
But it's still gon' flow
Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans
But he still can't cope
YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Sincerely, Kentrell Album Lyrics
YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Sincerely, Kentrell Lyrics
Writer: Aaron Lockhart, Kentrell Gaulden, Michael Laury, William Golden Mosley Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Hold Me Down
Ayy, this bitch tough
This Kentrell
(Smoke)
Ridin' in that motherf*ckin' Bentley
Thinkin' 'bout Benjis, I know what she like
Know a whole lotta bad bitches
Real slatt business, wanna be my wife
Layin' 'round with my mistress
While I'm thinkin', "Is you holdin' me down?"
I come from the bottom, I ain't have a dollar
I'm into it with my mama, I'm dealin' with problems
Thinkin' 'bout all the pain that's up in my system
Wash my clothes in the sink, my lil' brother, he watchin'
I'm withdrawin' my lil' partner, skippin' school for the watches
Me and Tug in the Nawf, ai't a dime and I pop it
But now both of them dead and it f*ck with my head
Who the f*ck gon' be there for they kids and they mama?
Can you help me out?
I don't wanna explain how I feel
(I don't wanna explain I don't even wan' talk, I don't wan' do nothin')
I don't wan' talk right now (tryna tell you)
I just wanna get from 'round here
(I just wanna get from 'round here, I wanna go far)
Forty minutes after I left, then them niggas let shots off
'Nother thirty minutes down, get a call that them niggas killed my dog
Stayin' fresh to death through the pain 'cause the envy I don't talk 'bout
Tryna stay the same year round, I ain't tryna let a nigga come walk down
So I'm walkin', I'm strapped with that sentence
Intelligent, but make the poorest decisions
When my life on the line, gotta know that I'm with it
She the one I wan' be with 'til the end
But I see she don't want me like in the beginnin'
One got hit with the Drac', saw the look in her eye
Blood flew out her body, right then, felt the love
The one got my son who you feel that I'm missin'
I ain't killed behind her, killed 'cause K was my girl
Ridin' in that motherf*ckin' Bentley
Thinkin' 'bout Benjis, I know what she like
Know a whole lotta bad bitches
Real slatt business, wanna be my wife
Layin' 'round with my mistress
While I'm thinkin', "Is you holdin' me down?" (Down, oh)
She really into that nigga
But she steady sittin' 'round me for only for sex and some money
Kept it real since a lil' bitty nigga
But more loyal than him, ain't confessing about me for nothin'
Just let me be, don't turn me down
I ain't never once never asked you for nothin'
I'm the one up early, I'm the one who hustlin'
Bailin' out show money and always stuntin'
Got a trench coat on and I'm ridin' through the thunder
Waitin' for it go down, got a stick for the plumber
Know I'll take a nigga life, I ain't doin' no runnin'
Gettin' high all night, with my brain on a hundred
Tryna be on time, doin' one-twenty
Know what's on my mind, get straight to it
Left the whip on outside
Long gone off lean, I'ma need more fluids
Stop the car, hop out, and we skate from the jakes
Shit gon' pop off, it's a risk that I take
'Fore we knock a block down, we gon' change out the plates
I don't wanna leave home, I'ma raise up the rate
I'ma make 'em pay me double for the go out on stage
Superstar, burn rubber, hit the corner
While I leave these hoes in amaze (skrrt)
Can you help me out?
I don't wanna explain how I feel
(I don't wanna explain, I don't even wan' talk, I don't wan' do nothin')
I don't wan' talk right now (tryna tell you)
I just wanna get from 'round here
(I just wanna get from 'round here, I wanna go far)
Ridin' in that motherf*ckin' Bentley
Thinkin' 'bout Benjis, I know what she like
Know a whole lotta bad bitches
Real slatt business, wanna be my wife
Layin' 'round with my mistress
While I'm thinkin', "Is you holdin' me down?" (Down, oh)
This Kentrell
(Smoke)
Ridin' in that motherf*ckin' Bentley
Thinkin' 'bout Benjis, I know what she like
Know a whole lotta bad bitches
Real slatt business, wanna be my wife
Layin' 'round with my mistress
While I'm thinkin', "Is you holdin' me down?"
I come from the bottom, I ain't have a dollar
I'm into it with my mama, I'm dealin' with problems
Thinkin' 'bout all the pain that's up in my system
Wash my clothes in the sink, my lil' brother, he watchin'
I'm withdrawin' my lil' partner, skippin' school for the watches
Me and Tug in the Nawf, ai't a dime and I pop it
But now both of them dead and it f*ck with my head
Who the f*ck gon' be there for they kids and they mama?
Can you help me out?
I don't wanna explain how I feel
(I don't wanna explain I don't even wan' talk, I don't wan' do nothin')
I don't wan' talk right now (tryna tell you)
I just wanna get from 'round here
(I just wanna get from 'round here, I wanna go far)
Forty minutes after I left, then them niggas let shots off
'Nother thirty minutes down, get a call that them niggas killed my dog
Stayin' fresh to death through the pain 'cause the envy I don't talk 'bout
Tryna stay the same year round, I ain't tryna let a nigga come walk down
So I'm walkin', I'm strapped with that sentence
Intelligent, but make the poorest decisions
When my life on the line, gotta know that I'm with it
She the one I wan' be with 'til the end
But I see she don't want me like in the beginnin'
One got hit with the Drac', saw the look in her eye
Blood flew out her body, right then, felt the love
The one got my son who you feel that I'm missin'
I ain't killed behind her, killed 'cause K was my girl
Ridin' in that motherf*ckin' Bentley
Thinkin' 'bout Benjis, I know what she like
Know a whole lotta bad bitches
Real slatt business, wanna be my wife
Layin' 'round with my mistress
While I'm thinkin', "Is you holdin' me down?" (Down, oh)
She really into that nigga
But she steady sittin' 'round me for only for sex and some money
Kept it real since a lil' bitty nigga
But more loyal than him, ain't confessing about me for nothin'
Just let me be, don't turn me down
I ain't never once never asked you for nothin'
I'm the one up early, I'm the one who hustlin'
Bailin' out show money and always stuntin'
Got a trench coat on and I'm ridin' through the thunder
Waitin' for it go down, got a stick for the plumber
Know I'll take a nigga life, I ain't doin' no runnin'
Gettin' high all night, with my brain on a hundred
Tryna be on time, doin' one-twenty
Know what's on my mind, get straight to it
Left the whip on outside
Long gone off lean, I'ma need more fluids
Stop the car, hop out, and we skate from the jakes
Shit gon' pop off, it's a risk that I take
'Fore we knock a block down, we gon' change out the plates
I don't wanna leave home, I'ma raise up the rate
I'ma make 'em pay me double for the go out on stage
Superstar, burn rubber, hit the corner
While I leave these hoes in amaze (skrrt)
Can you help me out?
I don't wanna explain how I feel
(I don't wanna explain, I don't even wan' talk, I don't wan' do nothin')
I don't wan' talk right now (tryna tell you)
I just wanna get from 'round here
(I just wanna get from 'round here, I wanna go far)
Ridin' in that motherf*ckin' Bentley
Thinkin' 'bout Benjis, I know what she like
Know a whole lotta bad bitches
Real slatt business, wanna be my wife
Layin' 'round with my mistress
While I'm thinkin', "Is you holdin' me down?" (Down, oh)
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Aaron Klus, Jason Goldberg, Josh Veysey, Matthew Patrick McQueen
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Smoke Strong
Ayy, I'm in this bitch like
I'm, I'm rollin' up right now, you heard me?
(Hzrd went crazy on that motherf*cker)
You know what's up with me, huh
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
I got money, I got hunnids
I keep a pole on my waist
I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah
In this bitch like I done gone mad
Smokin' on that strong pack
Look, you gon' get your dome snatched
You know that I'm on that
No, she cannot hit, might keep movin' her big booty ass
All in my crib like she wan' move in, must want me to smash
Hold on, hit the gates, broad day, time to smash, ah, ah
Take off his face, SRT, hit the gas
Gone, almost home now, they was on our ass
Never mind, I'm paranoid, know I do that bad
Light my Backwood up
I'm in the backwoods up in Utah smokin' Cali stuff
Come to the backwoods, you get hogtied, don't playi with us
Don't care 'bout where I'm at long as I'm strapped, just know I'm comfortable
Tryna push your shit back, you gon' get clapped soon as you come for us
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
If I say step, then they gon' step on somethin'
I got money, I got hunnids
I keep a pole on my waist
I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah
Back up in that Nawfside, city known as Jigga City
My people see me outside, four-deep in that Honda Civic
Try to speak, don't even waste time
'Cause they know right now I'm on business
Bought that stolo right from Mr. Ratchet
Broke with nothin' 'cause ain't catch nothin' up in it, bah
Gotta catch my cut, but I got fifty grand y'all gon' split up
Oh, I'ma get the nigga, whack his ass, make him bite the dust
You know I'm too official, been doin' this shit since the first bitch said it's up
I want them pallbearers and gravediggers, smoke opps, increase they health
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
I got money, I got hunnids
I keep a pole on my waist
I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah
Bitch, it's Big Lil Top in another car, I'm like ah
Folded him, be the hype, he ask me, "What's the type?" and I'm like, "Why?"
Plenty racks, pit stop, hit the I, burn out tires
It go down, then you just drive
I'm out the 'oupe lettin' off that fire
She one hunnid, she get hired
Bitch, stack that money in a pile
Just walk around, let me smack your ass
Bitch, take control, don't be a child
Hold on, Top say, "I want twenty hoes inside this house"
Steal out my place, we put twenty poles inside your mind
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
I got money, I got hunnids
I keep a pole on my waist
I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah
I'm, I'm rollin' up right now, you heard me?
(Hzrd went crazy on that motherf*cker)
You know what's up with me, huh
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
I got money, I got hunnids
I keep a pole on my waist
I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah
In this bitch like I done gone mad
Smokin' on that strong pack
Look, you gon' get your dome snatched
You know that I'm on that
No, she cannot hit, might keep movin' her big booty ass
All in my crib like she wan' move in, must want me to smash
Hold on, hit the gates, broad day, time to smash, ah, ah
Take off his face, SRT, hit the gas
Gone, almost home now, they was on our ass
Never mind, I'm paranoid, know I do that bad
Light my Backwood up
I'm in the backwoods up in Utah smokin' Cali stuff
Come to the backwoods, you get hogtied, don't playi with us
Don't care 'bout where I'm at long as I'm strapped, just know I'm comfortable
Tryna push your shit back, you gon' get clapped soon as you come for us
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
If I say step, then they gon' step on somethin'
I got money, I got hunnids
I keep a pole on my waist
I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah
Back up in that Nawfside, city known as Jigga City
My people see me outside, four-deep in that Honda Civic
Try to speak, don't even waste time
'Cause they know right now I'm on business
Bought that stolo right from Mr. Ratchet
Broke with nothin' 'cause ain't catch nothin' up in it, bah
Gotta catch my cut, but I got fifty grand y'all gon' split up
Oh, I'ma get the nigga, whack his ass, make him bite the dust
You know I'm too official, been doin' this shit since the first bitch said it's up
I want them pallbearers and gravediggers, smoke opps, increase they health
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
I got money, I got hunnids
I keep a pole on my waist
I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah
Bitch, it's Big Lil Top in another car, I'm like ah
Folded him, be the hype, he ask me, "What's the type?" and I'm like, "Why?"
Plenty racks, pit stop, hit the I, burn out tires
It go down, then you just drive
I'm out the 'oupe lettin' off that fire
She one hunnid, she get hired
Bitch, stack that money in a pile
Just walk around, let me smack your ass
Bitch, take control, don't be a child
Hold on, Top say, "I want twenty hoes inside this house"
Steal out my place, we put twenty poles inside your mind
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
I got money, I got hunnids
I keep a pole on my waist
I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Aaron Gilfenbain, Alex Bottero, Jason Goldberg, Vilyam Vardunmyan
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
50 Shots
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
(Mask on, mask on)
Mask on tryna slang the other way (baow, baow)
Burn that bitch, take off his face
Youngin can't control that Drac'
Get out the way or you might be who die today
Mmm, tell 'em bring that shit this way
We gon' see what murda say
Got my wig on prolly in the city
With a dirty stick and some shit that sticky
In the murder zone while I'm in the city
Steady blockin' rounds, tryna kill the business
Threw this bitch, I ain't never scared
Murder bag, tryna get you dead
Everything 'round me bangin' red
Hunnid rounds aimin' takin' off your head
That's a hit stick with a green flag that's tied around
Blitz shit, catch the whole clique and then we knock 'em down
Duck-duck-goose they run around
Out here tryna pop a duck, no stoppin' us
But they got one bitch that's think he fly, we euthanizing him
On Henn like Taaka vodka with my partner Herm (partner Herm)
Soon as I think I'm fallin', turn, out windows, let our choppers burn
Niggas talkin' 'bout they won't see me
Shit, let the top down and you see me, bitch
Got fifty shots, two separate sticks, plan on makin' shit irrelevant
FN with that scope on, nigga, this that Skully shit
Startin' to think my head gone from these dead skeletons
Ridin' round with a redbone, nigga, I don't want the bitch
Ten grand I'll pass 'round 'cause they just wanna catch me with my
Mask on tryna slang the other way (baow, baow)
Burn that bitch, take off his face
Youngin can't control that Drac'
Get out the way or you might be who die today
Mmm, tell 'em bring that shit this way
We gon' see what murda say
Got my wig on prolly in the city
With a dirty stick and some shit that sticky
In the murder zone while I'm in the city
Steady blockin' rounds, tryna kill the business
Threw this bitch, I ain't never scared
Murder bag, tryna get you dead
Everything 'round me bangin' red
Hunnid rounds aimin' takin' off your head
Depressed bad, I ran out of Xans
Take the beef, put it in that pan
Hunnid grand and grand Ten out the can
Pussy nigga hatin', f*ck it, you a fan
Totin' somethin' for they heat you up
Smokin' loud with the windows up
Jugged the bitch out two hundred grand
Tell 'em f*ck 'em I don't give no f*ck
They ain't bangin' me but they bang or somethin'
Where I think he's from I'ma catch the bitch
I been preyin' on him with intelligence
I be startin' to think I got murder sense
Bitch, I think of bread and that money come
If you say I'm broke, I'm forever bent
Tell your boyfriend I'm another rich
Actin' nonchalant from that muddy shit
Dumpin' G's on that slackin' shit
Car full of guns like the Terminator
Totin' somethin' that I static with
Sheronda never paid for no K
Niggas stay ridin' in a different Benz like a sports-inator (yeah)
Get mad on suicidal shit
Back to the north, tryna get it blazin'
Mask on tryna slang the other way (baow, baow)
Burn that bitch, take off his face
Youngin can't control that Drac'
Get out the way or you might be who die today (die today)
Tell 'em bring that shit this way
We gon' see what murda say
Got my wig on prolly in the city
With a dirty stick and some shit that sticky
In the murder zone while I'm in the city
Steady blockin' rounds, tryna kill the business
Threw this bitch, I ain't never scared
Murder bag, tryna get you dead
Everything 'round me bangin' red
Hunnid rounds aimin' takin' off your head
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
(Mask on, mask on)
Mask on tryna slang the other way (baow, baow)
Burn that bitch, take off his face
Youngin can't control that Drac'
Get out the way or you might be who die today
Mmm, tell 'em bring that shit this way
We gon' see what murda say
Got my wig on prolly in the city
With a dirty stick and some shit that sticky
In the murder zone while I'm in the city
Steady blockin' rounds, tryna kill the business
Threw this bitch, I ain't never scared
Murder bag, tryna get you dead
Everything 'round me bangin' red
Hunnid rounds aimin' takin' off your head
That's a hit stick with a green flag that's tied around
Blitz shit, catch the whole clique and then we knock 'em down
Duck-duck-goose they run around
Out here tryna pop a duck, no stoppin' us
But they got one bitch that's think he fly, we euthanizing him
On Henn like Taaka vodka with my partner Herm (partner Herm)
Soon as I think I'm fallin', turn, out windows, let our choppers burn
Niggas talkin' 'bout they won't see me
Shit, let the top down and you see me, bitch
Got fifty shots, two separate sticks, plan on makin' shit irrelevant
FN with that scope on, nigga, this that Skully shit
Startin' to think my head gone from these dead skeletons
Ridin' round with a redbone, nigga, I don't want the bitch
Ten grand I'll pass 'round 'cause they just wanna catch me with my
Mask on tryna slang the other way (baow, baow)
Burn that bitch, take off his face
Youngin can't control that Drac'
Get out the way or you might be who die today
Mmm, tell 'em bring that shit this way
We gon' see what murda say
Got my wig on prolly in the city
With a dirty stick and some shit that sticky
In the murder zone while I'm in the city
Steady blockin' rounds, tryna kill the business
Threw this bitch, I ain't never scared
Murder bag, tryna get you dead
Everything 'round me bangin' red
Hunnid rounds aimin' takin' off your head
Depressed bad, I ran out of Xans
Take the beef, put it in that pan
Hunnid grand and grand Ten out the can
Pussy nigga hatin', f*ck it, you a fan
Totin' somethin' for they heat you up
Smokin' loud with the windows up
Jugged the bitch out two hundred grand
Tell 'em f*ck 'em I don't give no f*ck
They ain't bangin' me but they bang or somethin'
Where I think he's from I'ma catch the bitch
I been preyin' on him with intelligence
I be startin' to think I got murder sense
Bitch, I think of bread and that money come
If you say I'm broke, I'm forever bent
Tell your boyfriend I'm another rich
Actin' nonchalant from that muddy shit
Dumpin' G's on that slackin' shit
Car full of guns like the Terminator
Totin' somethin' that I static with
Sheronda never paid for no K
Niggas stay ridin' in a different Benz like a sports-inator (yeah)
Get mad on suicidal shit
Back to the north, tryna get it blazin'
Mask on tryna slang the other way (baow, baow)
Burn that bitch, take off his face
Youngin can't control that Drac'
Get out the way or you might be who die today (die today)
Tell 'em bring that shit this way
We gon' see what murda say
Got my wig on prolly in the city
With a dirty stick and some shit that sticky
In the murder zone while I'm in the city
Steady blockin' rounds, tryna kill the business
Threw this bitch, I ain't never scared
Murder bag, tryna get you dead
Everything 'round me bangin' red
Hunnid rounds aimin' takin' off your head
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Tavian Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
No Where
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Dmac on the f*ckin' track)
(Tuned Up)
I don't wanna go nowhere, no
Think it's best if we just stay at home
Might as well leave out because your friends can't come 'round
I wanted it to be just me and you all alone
You don't want me, I see, oh, la-di-da-di
All night, singin' the same song, lonely, singin' the same song
Oh, she all that I need, why don't she don't see?
All night, takin' my pain, was strong, all night, tryna see what's wrong
I know that I be trippin' when I tell you things I don't mean at all
It ain't my fault you thugged me, I'ma tell you this honestly
Don't believe that it ain't someone out there to love me
Hate that my feelings got involved
'Cause you just wanna shame me, you just wanna blame me
No shit you do can't troll me, damn, I miss the old me
So high that I might OD, wish you was here to hold me
Don't wan' leave, just wan' stay here and think
I don't wanna go nowhere, no
Think it's best if we just stay at home
Might as well leave out because your friends can't come 'round
I wanted it to be just me and you all alone
You don't want me, I see, oh, la-di-da-di
All night, singin' the same song, lonely, singin' the same song
Oh, she all that I need, why don't she don't see?
All night, takin' my pain, was strong, all night, tryna see what's wrong
All my cars push-start, don't play with me, no pushover
Why she drive me wild like rollercoaster?
Youngboy tote that green flag, heart skip a beat, see you way too loaded
Lied and tried me, tried me over and over
And you know you down bad for that (oh yeah)
Know I'm on your ass for that (oh yeah)
I ain't throwin' no jabs, that's facts
Know you can't have me back
I'll always have your back
Still think that I love your ass
I don't want you if after me
Any nigga ever say that they smashed (I don't wan' go nowhere)
I don't wanna go nowhere, no
Think it's best if we just stay at home
Might as well leave out because your friends can't come 'round
I wanted it to be just me and you all alone
You don't want me, I see, oh, la-di-da-di
All night, singin' the same song, lonely, singin' the same song
Oh, she all that I need, why don't she don't see?
All night, takin' my pain, was strong, all night, tryna see what's wrong
(Dmac on the f*ckin' track)
(Tuned Up)
I don't wanna go nowhere, no
Think it's best if we just stay at home
Might as well leave out because your friends can't come 'round
I wanted it to be just me and you all alone
You don't want me, I see, oh, la-di-da-di
All night, singin' the same song, lonely, singin' the same song
Oh, she all that I need, why don't she don't see?
All night, takin' my pain, was strong, all night, tryna see what's wrong
I know that I be trippin' when I tell you things I don't mean at all
It ain't my fault you thugged me, I'ma tell you this honestly
Don't believe that it ain't someone out there to love me
Hate that my feelings got involved
'Cause you just wanna shame me, you just wanna blame me
No shit you do can't troll me, damn, I miss the old me
So high that I might OD, wish you was here to hold me
Don't wan' leave, just wan' stay here and think
I don't wanna go nowhere, no
Think it's best if we just stay at home
Might as well leave out because your friends can't come 'round
I wanted it to be just me and you all alone
You don't want me, I see, oh, la-di-da-di
All night, singin' the same song, lonely, singin' the same song
Oh, she all that I need, why don't she don't see?
All night, takin' my pain, was strong, all night, tryna see what's wrong
All my cars push-start, don't play with me, no pushover
Why she drive me wild like rollercoaster?
Youngboy tote that green flag, heart skip a beat, see you way too loaded
Lied and tried me, tried me over and over
And you know you down bad for that (oh yeah)
Know I'm on your ass for that (oh yeah)
I ain't throwin' no jabs, that's facts
Know you can't have me back
I'll always have your back
Still think that I love your ass
I don't want you if after me
Any nigga ever say that they smashed (I don't wan' go nowhere)
I don't wanna go nowhere, no
Think it's best if we just stay at home
Might as well leave out because your friends can't come 'round
I wanted it to be just me and you all alone
You don't want me, I see, oh, la-di-da-di
All night, singin' the same song, lonely, singin' the same song
Oh, she all that I need, why don't she don't see?
All night, takin' my pain, was strong, all night, tryna see what's wrong
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, David McDowell, Jason Goldberg, Spencer Harris, Thomas Horton
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sincerely
(Dmac on the f*ckin' track)
(Ayy, Cameron, you the man now)
I woke up I ain't see nobody in my bed, in my bed
After all that I love you
You ain't say what I did, tell me what I did
F*ck that Rolls Royce, ooh
I just wanna lose this cold heart, ooh
I just wanna say I apologize
For all of the things I put you through
Baby, I then ran that money all up
These hoes mistreated me and baby you can't fault them, no, no
Tell my why you left me on my own, oh
Them hitters comin', just ring the alarm, let's go
Anger ran them all off, feelings made them just go
Life on line in the North and I'm sittin' here mad 'bout a ho
Who been chosin' it with me and I can't sit and just watch
I wasted time don't give a f*ck 'bout no clock
These diamonds crushed, they just rocks
That's a Double-R, Rolls Royce, Range Rover
Really rich, Rockstar, high as f*ck, hangover
Let you come and f*ck me 'til my pain over
Okay, respect that girl so much don't won't no mothaf*ckin' brain from her
Lean, lean, codeine and my child
That's all I want that's all I need
And plus some money and my Glock
Passport get overseas, I can buy another foreign car
Can buy a bitch to feed my needs
Can't buy another slime heart
I woke up ain't see nobody in my bed, in my bed
After all that I love you
You ain't say what I did, tell me what I did
It's a panoramic four-seater
Never let me go, I leave my hoes 'cause I don't need 'em
Starin' in your eyes tryna see potential like a soul seeker
Lyin' in my eyes sayin' you love me, you a cold creature
F*ck that shit you said, just leave 'cause I don't need you
I'm gon' let that other nigga treat you
My song playin' loud through the speakers
Where you decide for the party at (where you decide for the party at)
Leavin' you never crossed my mind
You wrong if you ever thought of that
Now you call, I ain't ever callin' back
I'm stayin' strong now don't worry 'bout me
The things that you did, I'll never forget
If you keep it real you can get the world out me
We can share it all to me it don't mean shit
F*ck that Rolls Royce, ooh
I just wanna lose this cold heart, ooh
I just wanna say I apologize
For all of the things I put you through
Baby, I then ran that money all up
These hoes mistreated me and baby you can't fault them, no, no
Tell my why you left me on my own, oh
Them hitters comin', just ring the alarm, let's go
(Ayy, Cameron, you the man now)
I woke up I ain't see nobody in my bed, in my bed
After all that I love you
You ain't say what I did, tell me what I did
F*ck that Rolls Royce, ooh
I just wanna lose this cold heart, ooh
I just wanna say I apologize
For all of the things I put you through
Baby, I then ran that money all up
These hoes mistreated me and baby you can't fault them, no, no
Tell my why you left me on my own, oh
Them hitters comin', just ring the alarm, let's go
Anger ran them all off, feelings made them just go
Life on line in the North and I'm sittin' here mad 'bout a ho
Who been chosin' it with me and I can't sit and just watch
I wasted time don't give a f*ck 'bout no clock
These diamonds crushed, they just rocks
That's a Double-R, Rolls Royce, Range Rover
Really rich, Rockstar, high as f*ck, hangover
Let you come and f*ck me 'til my pain over
Okay, respect that girl so much don't won't no mothaf*ckin' brain from her
Lean, lean, codeine and my child
That's all I want that's all I need
And plus some money and my Glock
Passport get overseas, I can buy another foreign car
Can buy a bitch to feed my needs
Can't buy another slime heart
I woke up ain't see nobody in my bed, in my bed
After all that I love you
You ain't say what I did, tell me what I did
It's a panoramic four-seater
Never let me go, I leave my hoes 'cause I don't need 'em
Starin' in your eyes tryna see potential like a soul seeker
Lyin' in my eyes sayin' you love me, you a cold creature
F*ck that shit you said, just leave 'cause I don't need you
I'm gon' let that other nigga treat you
My song playin' loud through the speakers
Where you decide for the party at (where you decide for the party at)
Leavin' you never crossed my mind
You wrong if you ever thought of that
Now you call, I ain't ever callin' back
I'm stayin' strong now don't worry 'bout me
The things that you did, I'll never forget
If you keep it real you can get the world out me
We can share it all to me it don't mean shit
F*ck that Rolls Royce, ooh
I just wanna lose this cold heart, ooh
I just wanna say I apologize
For all of the things I put you through
Baby, I then ran that money all up
These hoes mistreated me and baby you can't fault them, no, no
Tell my why you left me on my own, oh
Them hitters comin', just ring the alarm, let's go
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Cameron Hubler, David McDowell, Jaidyn Hullum, Jason Goldberg
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
I Cant Take It Back
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
I take everything offensively, I get mad over anything
Now I'm trippin', I think I drunk too much lean
Before it's time for the night, for the call in
I will not recall it, I won't remember anything
Shit I said before I can't take that back
I don't won't no cutlass, you know real gangstas drive that Cadillac
Shyne I need some clear diamonds, bro, I see some clouds in that
These slimes they tryna kill 'bout me, tryna chill so I ain't call 'em back
Give you my lean better drank all of that, yeah
Soon as I flash you just breakdown and get another pass
Young nigga went under wit' 10M's, I need another bag
Tryna be peers with Top, young nigga go find some gems
Hold on tryna pop his shit 'bout Top, gon' pop soon as I see him (ooh-ooh, ooh)
Tell me if you got me, I ain't been Maybach ridin'
It's in LA I don't drive it
We don't go to the lil' bridge while we on highland
You wan' go in, make sure you call before the night end
It came in like a Powerball, Powerball, oh
I admit it caught me slippin'
I admit I wasn't prepared for how your love came
Now you got me but around, feel I should still tote my glizzy
Salt Lake City covered up in snow with my apparel on
Old ways, I just might see the world stand off
Let's see who draw the fastest, I ain't goin' down
Quick man draw, no Maddenn it's a fast ball
Shit I said before I can't take that back
I don't won't no cutlass, you know real gangstas drive that Cadillac
Shyne I need some clear diamonds, bro, I see some clouds in that
These slimes they tryna kill 'bout me, tryna chill so I ain't call 'em back
Give you my lean better drank all of that, yeah
Soon as I flash you just breakdown and get another pass
Young nigga went under wit' 10M's, I need another bag
Tryna be peers with Top, young nigga go find some gems
Hold on tryna pop his shit 'bout Top, gon' pop soon as I see him
Ain't changin' shit on my cars, I'ma ride on factory rims
Go A-Z on one tour bus, I ain't flyin' on leers
Real 38 Baby, on certain occasions young nigga earned 'em seven kills
I say f*ck 'em if they hate me but speakin' on cases get you drilled
D Dawg comin' home next year
I wake up and take one pill
Ain't turn down since I signed my deal
Ain't shown love since Dump got killed
Ride that Rolls and lift the front
I got killers on my rear
I got Lawson on my brain
Feel like I been here for years
Tryna do better for my girl
Feel like my heart made of steel
Three million for my children a piece
That's my goal for this year
Told myself one million dollars, but I did that last year
Young nigga still ridin' 'round with them choppers
Bought some shit from last year
Shit I said before I can't take that back
I don't won't no cutlass, you know real gangstas drive that Cadillac
Shyne I need some clear diamonds, bro, I see some clouds in that
These slimes they tryna kill 'bout me, tryna chill so I ain't call 'em back
Give you my lean better drank all of that, yeah
Soon as I flash you just breakdown and get another pass
Young nigga went under wit' 10M's, I need another bag
Tryna be peers with Top, young nigga go find some gems
Hold on tryna pop his shit 'bout Top, gon' pop soon as I see him
I take everything offensively, I get mad over anything
Now I'm trippin', I think I drunk too much lean
Before it's time for the night, for the call in
I will not recall it, I won't remember anything
Shit I said before I can't take that back
I don't won't no cutlass, you know real gangstas drive that Cadillac
Shyne I need some clear diamonds, bro, I see some clouds in that
These slimes they tryna kill 'bout me, tryna chill so I ain't call 'em back
Give you my lean better drank all of that, yeah
Soon as I flash you just breakdown and get another pass
Young nigga went under wit' 10M's, I need another bag
Tryna be peers with Top, young nigga go find some gems
Hold on tryna pop his shit 'bout Top, gon' pop soon as I see him (ooh-ooh, ooh)
Tell me if you got me, I ain't been Maybach ridin'
It's in LA I don't drive it
We don't go to the lil' bridge while we on highland
You wan' go in, make sure you call before the night end
It came in like a Powerball, Powerball, oh
I admit it caught me slippin'
I admit I wasn't prepared for how your love came
Now you got me but around, feel I should still tote my glizzy
Salt Lake City covered up in snow with my apparel on
Old ways, I just might see the world stand off
Let's see who draw the fastest, I ain't goin' down
Quick man draw, no Maddenn it's a fast ball
Shit I said before I can't take that back
I don't won't no cutlass, you know real gangstas drive that Cadillac
Shyne I need some clear diamonds, bro, I see some clouds in that
These slimes they tryna kill 'bout me, tryna chill so I ain't call 'em back
Give you my lean better drank all of that, yeah
Soon as I flash you just breakdown and get another pass
Young nigga went under wit' 10M's, I need another bag
Tryna be peers with Top, young nigga go find some gems
Hold on tryna pop his shit 'bout Top, gon' pop soon as I see him
Ain't changin' shit on my cars, I'ma ride on factory rims
Go A-Z on one tour bus, I ain't flyin' on leers
Real 38 Baby, on certain occasions young nigga earned 'em seven kills
I say f*ck 'em if they hate me but speakin' on cases get you drilled
D Dawg comin' home next year
I wake up and take one pill
Ain't turn down since I signed my deal
Ain't shown love since Dump got killed
Ride that Rolls and lift the front
I got killers on my rear
I got Lawson on my brain
Feel like I been here for years
Tryna do better for my girl
Feel like my heart made of steel
Three million for my children a piece
That's my goal for this year
Told myself one million dollars, but I did that last year
Young nigga still ridin' 'round with them choppers
Bought some shit from last year
Shit I said before I can't take that back
I don't won't no cutlass, you know real gangstas drive that Cadillac
Shyne I need some clear diamonds, bro, I see some clouds in that
These slimes they tryna kill 'bout me, tryna chill so I ain't call 'em back
Give you my lean better drank all of that, yeah
Soon as I flash you just breakdown and get another pass
Young nigga went under wit' 10M's, I need another bag
Tryna be peers with Top, young nigga go find some gems
Hold on tryna pop his shit 'bout Top, gon' pop soon as I see him
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Brian Mitchell, Ethan Hayes, Jason Goldberg, Thomas Horton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Rich Shit
I ain't come for nothin', you don't pay, you don't see me
Want all blue strips, that's all I need
Lame-ass ho waste time, can't trick me
You can keep tryin', can't beat, can't be me
She ain't all mine, guess the bitch don't need me
To another level, goin' out of reach
Rich shit, business, slidin' in this motherf*cker
Hold on, get lit, same 'fit, slime bang the same color
Shawty know I thought she was mine, can't say I ain't love her
She ain't have no man, she was all on my line, can't say that I ain't cut her
I drive the Rover and I drive the Rolls
Play it low-key, even got a Tahoe
Drive the McLaren, it tear up the road
Throw up my B's, I'ma hit with my pole
Bro ain't no rookie, you know how it go
I was poppin' pills when I walked through the door
Bought her a stainless steel just from touchin' her toe
And you know the deal if I find she a ho
Got a swag that might kill
And you know I keep a hitman stepper, get near though
Tell that nigga he get picked in the draft, I'ma split him
In the North with a stick and my trenchcoat on
Goin' in in the middle when it pop off
You know I got my blick, I up, go down
And you know I let the shots off
He ain't finna go home, should've been left from 'round
Oh, right there
She was like, "Let me show you how to do it right"
Man, this bitch want money tonight, uh
Bro them right there, you know it's on sight
And you know it's in here
Got gunners on my left and gunners to my right
Got 'em on the way, pullin' up, yeah
Bro make a call, another five hoes, they come in here (you know what I say)
Smoke out the pound, got Glocks and Dracs, you run in here (Glocks and Dracs)
City one day, yeah, it bang over my way
Niggas shouldn't come, already know how Top play
Thursday, party late
Nigga, you can die on a Friday
Nigga, you can die on the highway
Nigga, you can die from a side play
Shawty like a cat, that's nine ways
And a million in one to get us played
She don't sleep all day, but work late
Fam
I ain't come for nothin', you don't pay, you don't see me
Want all blue strips, that's all I need
Lame-ass ho waste time, can't trick me
You can keep tryin', can't beat, can't be me
She ain't all mine, guess the bitch don't need me
To another level, goin' out of reach
Rich shit, business, slidin' in this motherf*cker
Hold on, get lit, same 'fit, slime bang the same color
Shawty know I thought she was mine, can't say I ain't love her
She ain't have no man, she was all on my line, can't say that I ain't cut her
Want all blue strips, that's all I need
Lame-ass ho waste time, can't trick me
You can keep tryin', can't beat, can't be me
She ain't all mine, guess the bitch don't need me
To another level, goin' out of reach
Rich shit, business, slidin' in this motherf*cker
Hold on, get lit, same 'fit, slime bang the same color
Shawty know I thought she was mine, can't say I ain't love her
She ain't have no man, she was all on my line, can't say that I ain't cut her
I drive the Rover and I drive the Rolls
Play it low-key, even got a Tahoe
Drive the McLaren, it tear up the road
Throw up my B's, I'ma hit with my pole
Bro ain't no rookie, you know how it go
I was poppin' pills when I walked through the door
Bought her a stainless steel just from touchin' her toe
And you know the deal if I find she a ho
Got a swag that might kill
And you know I keep a hitman stepper, get near though
Tell that nigga he get picked in the draft, I'ma split him
In the North with a stick and my trenchcoat on
Goin' in in the middle when it pop off
You know I got my blick, I up, go down
And you know I let the shots off
He ain't finna go home, should've been left from 'round
Oh, right there
She was like, "Let me show you how to do it right"
Man, this bitch want money tonight, uh
Bro them right there, you know it's on sight
And you know it's in here
Got gunners on my left and gunners to my right
Got 'em on the way, pullin' up, yeah
Bro make a call, another five hoes, they come in here (you know what I say)
Smoke out the pound, got Glocks and Dracs, you run in here (Glocks and Dracs)
City one day, yeah, it bang over my way
Niggas shouldn't come, already know how Top play
Thursday, party late
Nigga, you can die on a Friday
Nigga, you can die on the highway
Nigga, you can die from a side play
Shawty like a cat, that's nine ways
And a million in one to get us played
She don't sleep all day, but work late
Fam
I ain't come for nothin', you don't pay, you don't see me
Want all blue strips, that's all I need
Lame-ass ho waste time, can't trick me
You can keep tryin', can't beat, can't be me
She ain't all mine, guess the bitch don't need me
To another level, goin' out of reach
Rich shit, business, slidin' in this motherf*cker
Hold on, get lit, same 'fit, slime bang the same color
Shawty know I thought she was mine, can't say I ain't love her
She ain't have no man, she was all on my line, can't say that I ain't cut her
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Jason Goldberg, Mathias Daniel Liyew, Morgan James Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Toxic Punk
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(DMac on the f*ckin' track)
(Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only have to play it once)
Take one, I'm gon' take one
Yeah (let me take one, let me, oh)
Ayy, this Lil Top, nigga
Yeah, Double R, Double R at that, man
You can call me, you can call me
Woo
Fly shit, birthstone, say she love me
Ugly boy, toxic punk, they don't love me, yeah
Foreign drugs, hallucinations all I see
Actin' crazy, get the police called on me
I just wan' dive from off the stage and pray to God I don't fall
I say, "The drugs what made me"
I say, "The drugs what made me"
Lately makin' sure the fire don't go out on a stroll
I take one puff, I'm lazy
I take some puffs, I'm lazy
Call and tell me have my shit packed 'fore you get home
Are you crazy, baby? Where I'ma go?
All these drugs that I'm on, it don't make me any stronger
Ridin' fast in my foreign, it don't make sense when I'm alone, huh
Thinkin' 'bout you gone, it got me sad
Ridin' fast, police on my ass, huh
Do the dash, hopin' I don't crash
But if I do, so (hmm)
Fly shit, birthstone, say she love me
Ugly boy, toxic punk, they don't love me, yeah
Foreign drugs, hallucinations all I see
Actin' crazy, get the police called on me (woo)
Fly shit, birthstone, say she love me
Ugly boy, toxic punk, they don't love me, yeah
Foreign drugs, hallucinations all I see
Actin' crazy, get the police called on me
Take one, I'ma take one
I'ma take one, wanna, oh-oh
Let me take one
Might just take
Let's go
(Let's go, let's go)
Okay
(DMac on the f*ckin' track)
(Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only have to play it once)
Take one, I'm gon' take one
Yeah (let me take one, let me, oh)
Ayy, this Lil Top, nigga
Yeah, Double R, Double R at that, man
You can call me, you can call me
Woo
Fly shit, birthstone, say she love me
Ugly boy, toxic punk, they don't love me, yeah
Foreign drugs, hallucinations all I see
Actin' crazy, get the police called on me
I just wan' dive from off the stage and pray to God I don't fall
I say, "The drugs what made me"
I say, "The drugs what made me"
Lately makin' sure the fire don't go out on a stroll
I take one puff, I'm lazy
I take some puffs, I'm lazy
Call and tell me have my shit packed 'fore you get home
Are you crazy, baby? Where I'ma go?
All these drugs that I'm on, it don't make me any stronger
Ridin' fast in my foreign, it don't make sense when I'm alone, huh
Thinkin' 'bout you gone, it got me sad
Ridin' fast, police on my ass, huh
Do the dash, hopin' I don't crash
But if I do, so (hmm)
Fly shit, birthstone, say she love me
Ugly boy, toxic punk, they don't love me, yeah
Foreign drugs, hallucinations all I see
Actin' crazy, get the police called on me (woo)
Fly shit, birthstone, say she love me
Ugly boy, toxic punk, they don't love me, yeah
Foreign drugs, hallucinations all I see
Actin' crazy, get the police called on me
Take one, I'ma take one
I'ma take one, wanna, oh-oh
Let me take one
Might just take
Let's go
(Let's go, let's go)
Okay
Writer: David Mcdowell, Kentrell Desean Gaulden, Noah William Davis, Thomas Horton
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
My Killa
Nike on unlike the rest, I got me a check, we can do it, my nigga, yeah
Bro standin' on that pledge, I got 'em too influenced, my nigga
Take that nigga head off (bop), that's my killer, yeah
Me and her don't play at all, nah, that's my nigga
Park had left me cold, I ain't got no code
Don't turn me down, bitch, I'm grown
Yeah, come track me down through these phones
Bro 'nem kickin' down doors
I want that head, get it gone (get it gone)
Yeah, now, one, two, three, four
Ben 'nem movin' in, pull up, kick door
.45 in my pants on the front row
F*ck nigga move wrong, end up gone
Now I only hit one, then I gotta go
Tryna leave with everything that I paid for
Nigga tryna get fame, get bang-bro'd
Make that .40 go baow straight to his dome, yeah
I ain't takin' these bitches all over 'cross the world with me
She just want her a Perc, that P-E-R-C, I'm givin' her three (I'm givin' her three)
I'ma take her ass down, I ain't tossin' back down, I ain't payin' no fee
Want it for to go down, shoot a whole hundred rounds if a nigga want beef (bang)
Yeah, shoot that blicky (bop), take one off
You hear that? That's that ice inside my Styrofoam
Broke-ass nigga thinkin' I'm too hot, gon' get his mind blown (slime, slime)
Kickin' in shit in Gucci covered in rhinestones
Nike on unlike the rest, I got me a check, we can do it, my nigga, yeah
Bro standing on that pledge, I got 'em too influenced, my nigga
Take that nigga head off (bop), that's my killer, yeah
Me and her don't play at all, nah, that's my nigga
Hop in them 'Cats, get to jumpin' like Tigger
Real 38, it ain't nothin' else bigger
Beat a nigga ass, probably mad I ain't kill him
I'm a real gangbanger, I don't f*ck with these niggas
Came from the back, I was in Parish Prison
Same way I rap, nigga, caught 'em slippin'
Hit 'em with stamps like iPhones
I'm talkin' the apple that look like a nigga had bit it
He don't wanna be in this real Blood business
Tenant lieutenant, got shooters on call
If that lil' boy take a stand, he gon' fall
Play and I shoot 'til it's empty on y'all
Blowin' that smoke and it's comin' out loud
Before I got five, I collected me four
Hollows gon' rain like they takin' a shower
Do that boy bad then hop on the road
Nike on unlike the rest, I got me a check, we can do it, my nigga, yeah
Bro standin' on that pledge, I got 'em too influenced, my nigga
Take that nigga head off (bop), that's my killer, yeah
Me and her don't play at all, nah, that's my nigga
Park had left me cold, I ain't got no code
Don't turn me down, bitch, I'm grown
Yeah, come track me down through these phones
Bro 'nem kickin' down doors
I want that head, get it gone
Bro standin' on that pledge, I got 'em too influenced, my nigga
Take that nigga head off (bop), that's my killer, yeah
Me and her don't play at all, nah, that's my nigga
Park had left me cold, I ain't got no code
Don't turn me down, bitch, I'm grown
Yeah, come track me down through these phones
Bro 'nem kickin' down doors
I want that head, get it gone (get it gone)
Yeah, now, one, two, three, four
Ben 'nem movin' in, pull up, kick door
.45 in my pants on the front row
F*ck nigga move wrong, end up gone
Now I only hit one, then I gotta go
Tryna leave with everything that I paid for
Nigga tryna get fame, get bang-bro'd
Make that .40 go baow straight to his dome, yeah
I ain't takin' these bitches all over 'cross the world with me
She just want her a Perc, that P-E-R-C, I'm givin' her three (I'm givin' her three)
I'ma take her ass down, I ain't tossin' back down, I ain't payin' no fee
Want it for to go down, shoot a whole hundred rounds if a nigga want beef (bang)
Yeah, shoot that blicky (bop), take one off
You hear that? That's that ice inside my Styrofoam
Broke-ass nigga thinkin' I'm too hot, gon' get his mind blown (slime, slime)
Kickin' in shit in Gucci covered in rhinestones
Nike on unlike the rest, I got me a check, we can do it, my nigga, yeah
Bro standing on that pledge, I got 'em too influenced, my nigga
Take that nigga head off (bop), that's my killer, yeah
Me and her don't play at all, nah, that's my nigga
Hop in them 'Cats, get to jumpin' like Tigger
Real 38, it ain't nothin' else bigger
Beat a nigga ass, probably mad I ain't kill him
I'm a real gangbanger, I don't f*ck with these niggas
Came from the back, I was in Parish Prison
Same way I rap, nigga, caught 'em slippin'
Hit 'em with stamps like iPhones
I'm talkin' the apple that look like a nigga had bit it
He don't wanna be in this real Blood business
Tenant lieutenant, got shooters on call
If that lil' boy take a stand, he gon' fall
Play and I shoot 'til it's empty on y'all
Blowin' that smoke and it's comin' out loud
Before I got five, I collected me four
Hollows gon' rain like they takin' a shower
Do that boy bad then hop on the road
Nike on unlike the rest, I got me a check, we can do it, my nigga, yeah
Bro standin' on that pledge, I got 'em too influenced, my nigga
Take that nigga head off (bop), that's my killer, yeah
Me and her don't play at all, nah, that's my nigga
Park had left me cold, I ain't got no code
Don't turn me down, bitch, I'm grown
Yeah, come track me down through these phones
Bro 'nem kickin' down doors
I want that head, get it gone
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Ian Wells, Jason Goldberg, Samuel Jimenez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Life Support
It's Lil' Top, Top, Top, Top, it's Lil Top, Top
Comme Des Garcons, she say she like on me
Flyer then a jet, baby, flyer than an eagle
Can I take you out tonight? Go get somethin' to eat
Sit and I'll tell you like, things you don't know about me
I'm like, "babe, my grandma died, I was at a sleepover"
And I'm like, "bae, I could have died that night my whip had flipped over"
Young man take pride, remember ridin' and takin' my grams to chemo
Now I got grams like I'm Frank Matthews, jewelry weigh at least a kilo
Now, back to you, every time that I'm in it
Like a pool, she be wet inside
Tryna hit it like I want, but then I don't, 'cause I be too high
Feel expensive, I'll let you decide, 'cause this is I don't want jeopardize
Come lay me down, every day, I'm tired
F*ck these hoes, 'cause they be tellin' lies
Now I need a blueprint, is you all in?
I just gotta know, gotta know
Drugs got my mind clickin'
On my Kawaski, tryna do a heel-clicker
Down and out, got me feeling suicidal
Air Force 1, they custom-made
I'ma pull up thirty-thousand dollar Balmain jeans
Pull up with that blicky and it's tucked just like them beans (damn)
She don't like no dogs, but in here with a snake
Told her, "motherf*ck the blogs, just do what Top say"
Is it real, is it fake? I don't know, I can't tell
I'm just hopin' time worth it, I'm just hopin' we don't fail
I'm just tryna hold on, 'less the skies can't prevail
Insecure, feel I ain't worth ya, not enough for none of them
Ooh-ooh, do you hear me calling? Right now full of endo
Thirty minutes later, probably be outside your window
Throwin' rocks until you turn your light on and say, "go home"
Don't know what the f*ck is goin' on, were you expectin' me to go?
F*ck it, let me pack my clothes, right back to that murder zone
F*ck, I miss my grandad home, shouldn't have come up off the porch
Feel that I'm gon' die out here, all alone, and by myself
Her life got broke from life support
Her life got broke from life support
I say all my pain keep me goin', your love keep me calm
They gon' take it once they pull the cord
I call that life on life support (ooh)
They don't respect me no more, they don't love me no more
They ain't feelin' my songs, take my kids during the storm
They all gone, they done took my life support
I'm with the gang, on the block, in the trenches
I take you shoppin', alone up in Lenox
Take you to Shyne and flood your pendant
And spend straight dimes like f*ck them pennies
She's a hypnotizin' demon-lover, so satanic
I say it back, and I take that rock from her
Demonic, so demonic
Straight from the block, on that bitch in the front, I'ma swerve
I ain't worried, I won't panic
Yeah, I was born and made it out, so yeah, I should lay down
Hope bro done made me settle down, but I can't
I dropped you off at mom's house
While me and my cousin try and take rank, bust brains
Catch one lack, hop out, take aim
God forbid if them niggas shoot back, and luckily just hit my brain
If I don't go in, Lord, please have mercy
Know that she gon' go insane
Mistreat a nigga, leave me, then they act like I'm the one to blame
Her life got broke from life support
Her life got broke from life support
I say all my pain keep me goin', your love keep me calm
They gon' take it once they pull the cord
I call that life on life support (ooh)
They don't respect me no more, they don't love me no more
They ain't feelin' my songs, take my kids during the storm
They all gone, they done took my life support
Comme Des Garcons, she say she like on me
Flyer then a jet, baby, flyer than an eagle
Can I take you out tonight? Go get somethin' to eat
Sit and I'll tell you like, things you don't know about me
I'm like, "babe, my grandma died, I was at a sleepover"
And I'm like, "bae, I could have died that night my whip had flipped over"
Young man take pride, remember ridin' and takin' my grams to chemo
Now I got grams like I'm Frank Matthews, jewelry weigh at least a kilo
Now, back to you, every time that I'm in it
Like a pool, she be wet inside
Tryna hit it like I want, but then I don't, 'cause I be too high
Feel expensive, I'll let you decide, 'cause this is I don't want jeopardize
Come lay me down, every day, I'm tired
F*ck these hoes, 'cause they be tellin' lies
Now I need a blueprint, is you all in?
I just gotta know, gotta know
Drugs got my mind clickin'
On my Kawaski, tryna do a heel-clicker
Down and out, got me feeling suicidal
Air Force 1, they custom-made
I'ma pull up thirty-thousand dollar Balmain jeans
Pull up with that blicky and it's tucked just like them beans (damn)
She don't like no dogs, but in here with a snake
Told her, "motherf*ck the blogs, just do what Top say"
Is it real, is it fake? I don't know, I can't tell
I'm just hopin' time worth it, I'm just hopin' we don't fail
I'm just tryna hold on, 'less the skies can't prevail
Insecure, feel I ain't worth ya, not enough for none of them
Ooh-ooh, do you hear me calling? Right now full of endo
Thirty minutes later, probably be outside your window
Throwin' rocks until you turn your light on and say, "go home"
Don't know what the f*ck is goin' on, were you expectin' me to go?
F*ck it, let me pack my clothes, right back to that murder zone
F*ck, I miss my grandad home, shouldn't have come up off the porch
Feel that I'm gon' die out here, all alone, and by myself
Her life got broke from life support
Her life got broke from life support
I say all my pain keep me goin', your love keep me calm
They gon' take it once they pull the cord
I call that life on life support (ooh)
They don't respect me no more, they don't love me no more
They ain't feelin' my songs, take my kids during the storm
They all gone, they done took my life support
I'm with the gang, on the block, in the trenches
I take you shoppin', alone up in Lenox
Take you to Shyne and flood your pendant
And spend straight dimes like f*ck them pennies
She's a hypnotizin' demon-lover, so satanic
I say it back, and I take that rock from her
Demonic, so demonic
Straight from the block, on that bitch in the front, I'ma swerve
I ain't worried, I won't panic
Yeah, I was born and made it out, so yeah, I should lay down
Hope bro done made me settle down, but I can't
I dropped you off at mom's house
While me and my cousin try and take rank, bust brains
Catch one lack, hop out, take aim
God forbid if them niggas shoot back, and luckily just hit my brain
If I don't go in, Lord, please have mercy
Know that she gon' go insane
Mistreat a nigga, leave me, then they act like I'm the one to blame
Her life got broke from life support
Her life got broke from life support
I say all my pain keep me goin', your love keep me calm
They gon' take it once they pull the cord
I call that life on life support (ooh)
They don't respect me no more, they don't love me no more
They ain't feelin' my songs, take my kids during the storm
They all gone, they done took my life support
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Break or Make Me
It's a cold, cold world outside
I ain't got no one that I can trust
I got my guard up so high
I can't even be with you
Tell me bae now can we please stop fightin', I need you on side me
I might lose my life tonight
Later on, I'm gon' be Maybach ridin', World War III inside me
Tryna see why nothin' I do ain't right (okay, okay)
He don't give a f*ck bout nobody but himself, oh
He wanna get one down, don't care if I left, oh
Know he got shit poppin' but at home he got shit goin' on
Leave that shit alone let me lean, pass me my Styrofoam
Don't conversate about me with your friends
Confiscatin' bring back backends
Love me right and bring back my mind
And don't never leave like ones back then
Shine right and have fun with your girls
I just wanna see you set some trends
They don't love me like way back then
Wasn't even there for me even most my mans
I just wanna ballout fall off in my big home
All these drugs that I'm on from depression got me on
P.O. threaten me one on one, just wanna be left alone
They tryna say Top wrong, they tryna say Top wrong
Smilin' been ridin' 'round all day I'm loaded and I'm tryna f*ck you in the coupe
Next time I flood you with diamonds I'm goin' extravagant, do your wrist too
Panic, I buy you a Patek you better go tat' it just like Nene too
Flood my kids with diamonds like I do my crew
Oh, tell me now
Is you tryna break me or you tryna make me
Somethin' better off
For shit that I painted, the shit that they see
For shit that I live and the things that I breathe
They don't want me to succeed, I still ain't make it out
I see it all in my dreams (of me bangin' out)
Wrist rock
All these niggas, they done flip-flopped
Catch me out on scene with a big Glock
Know that I might leave out here, but I been stayin' up
Hopin' all my pain I spilled starts one day payin' off
Hope my daddy get that appeal and they let my mans out
We got a drop now, okay load up, let's ride out
I can't take a risk without my stick, was just my sign now
That's what the f*ck I'm talkin' 'bout, can't take a risk all by myself at all
Better not get yourself involved
It's a cold, cold world outside
I ain't got no one that I can trust
I got my guard up so high
I can't even be with you
Oh, tell me now
Is you tryna break me or you tryna make me
Somethin' better off
Oh, tell me now
Is you tryna break me or you tryna make me
Somethin' better off
I ain't got no one that I can trust
I got my guard up so high
I can't even be with you
Tell me bae now can we please stop fightin', I need you on side me
I might lose my life tonight
Later on, I'm gon' be Maybach ridin', World War III inside me
Tryna see why nothin' I do ain't right (okay, okay)
He don't give a f*ck bout nobody but himself, oh
He wanna get one down, don't care if I left, oh
Know he got shit poppin' but at home he got shit goin' on
Leave that shit alone let me lean, pass me my Styrofoam
Don't conversate about me with your friends
Confiscatin' bring back backends
Love me right and bring back my mind
And don't never leave like ones back then
Shine right and have fun with your girls
I just wanna see you set some trends
They don't love me like way back then
Wasn't even there for me even most my mans
I just wanna ballout fall off in my big home
All these drugs that I'm on from depression got me on
P.O. threaten me one on one, just wanna be left alone
They tryna say Top wrong, they tryna say Top wrong
Smilin' been ridin' 'round all day I'm loaded and I'm tryna f*ck you in the coupe
Next time I flood you with diamonds I'm goin' extravagant, do your wrist too
Panic, I buy you a Patek you better go tat' it just like Nene too
Flood my kids with diamonds like I do my crew
Oh, tell me now
Is you tryna break me or you tryna make me
Somethin' better off
For shit that I painted, the shit that they see
For shit that I live and the things that I breathe
They don't want me to succeed, I still ain't make it out
I see it all in my dreams (of me bangin' out)
Wrist rock
All these niggas, they done flip-flopped
Catch me out on scene with a big Glock
Know that I might leave out here, but I been stayin' up
Hopin' all my pain I spilled starts one day payin' off
Hope my daddy get that appeal and they let my mans out
We got a drop now, okay load up, let's ride out
I can't take a risk without my stick, was just my sign now
That's what the f*ck I'm talkin' 'bout, can't take a risk all by myself at all
Better not get yourself involved
It's a cold, cold world outside
I ain't got no one that I can trust
I got my guard up so high
I can't even be with you
Oh, tell me now
Is you tryna break me or you tryna make me
Somethin' better off
Oh, tell me now
Is you tryna break me or you tryna make me
Somethin' better off
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Christoffer Buchardt Marcussen, Jason Goldberg, Nikola Pejovic
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Forgiato
(I need to speak to Mike Laury)
What you on, foe? (yeah, you got Mike Laury)
(Dubba-AA flex)
You already know nigga, we tote big Glocks, beat like Yamaha
Four-five, shit, nigga, yeah, yeah
(Winning lottery numbers coming up)
Big slime
Pulled up and I was stuntin' on Forgiato wheels
They ain't even have to question 'cause they knowin' who it is
Probably got my son up in this bitch, a dirty stick, I'm full of pills
Oh, you can run and talk that shit, you gon' get stretched before this year end
Okay, pop a ten, free Lil' Ten, killin'
That's where I'm at, right in that North where I'm known as murder man
Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did (baow, baow, baow)
Dirty stick while I'm in this bitch on six Xans
This for my grandfather, I told him I'll never mess up, no
He tell me keep my burner on me, make sure my money long
Heart hurtin' bad, thinkin' 'bout Ten, no date on comin' home
Phat Black been in and out, got a new case, just want me to get it gone
This for my system niggas, I ain't see Natty Kid in a minute
Over seven times, never seen my shooter, real gravedigger, contract business
Better tell 'em I'll zip them niggas, hangin' out that Escalade with that Ruger
Talkin' to my mama 'bout what they claimin'
While she sayin', "F*ck 'em, tell a bitch prove it"
Don dada, boss man, they don't wanna do it (they don't wanna do it, baow)
Hangin' out the window, I ain't even tuck my chain (baow, baow, baow)
Like, yeah, bitch, how you wanna do it?
Pulled up and I was stuntin' on Forgiato wheels
They ain't even have to question 'cause they knowin' who it is
Probably got my son up in this bitch, a dirty stick, I'm full of pills
Oh, you can run and talk that shit, you gon' get stretched before this year end
Okay, pop a ten, free Lil Ten, killin'
That's where I'm at, right in that North where I'm known as murder man
Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did
Dirty stick while I'm in this bitch on six Xans
Marble floors, in and out, got hoes
Rap nigga want me dead, I'ma take the nigga soul
Reppin' off of one body, Top got over seven gone
Once a nigga add three, then I'm gon' start countin' on my toes
Pulled up and I was stuntin' on Forgiato wheels
They ain't even have to question 'cause they knowin' who it is
Probably got my son up in this bitch, a dirty stick, I'm full of pills
Oh, you can run and talk that shit, you gon' get stretched before this year end
Okay, pop a ten, free Lil Ten, killin'
That's where I'm at, right in that North where I'm known as murder man
Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did
Dirty stick while I'm in this bitch on six Xans
Since a kid, in and out the chains, swear they don't know my pain
I don't know who tryin' to get me at work one night, I ain't sleep with my shank
I check shit off the line, I don't do no runnin', bitch, I run that game
Step with niggas in the Dawn from Gardere Lane gettin' full of pure cocaine
He a nose sniffer, he don't use his veins
Doped up 'fore he swing that thing
Evacuate whole set they claim (hold on, nigga, hold on, hold on)
Bitch, I'm a lil' bitty and that shotty got some kick and I think that's too strong
Kobe in that bitch 'cause I got a stick, can't hide it, that bitch too long
Marble floors, in and out, got hoes
Rap nigga want me dead, I'ma take the nigga soul
Reppin' off of one body, Top got over seven gone
Once a nigga add three, then I'm gon' start countin' on my toes
Always on slime business (slime business)
Matter fact, got me some slime hoes (slime hoes)
Come on, ayy, come on
I run with gravediggers, pallbearers
Knock 'em off after them youngins wet up the funeral
My ape did it, but I understand 'em
In the streets
You got beef
You been stalkin' for the bust his dome (make Winnfield his home)
And then it's on, catch you, then you gone, in the ground
That same nigga your casket gon' be layin' around
What you on, foe? (yeah, you got Mike Laury)
(Dubba-AA flex)
You already know nigga, we tote big Glocks, beat like Yamaha
Four-five, shit, nigga, yeah, yeah
(Winning lottery numbers coming up)
Big slime
Pulled up and I was stuntin' on Forgiato wheels
They ain't even have to question 'cause they knowin' who it is
Probably got my son up in this bitch, a dirty stick, I'm full of pills
Oh, you can run and talk that shit, you gon' get stretched before this year end
Okay, pop a ten, free Lil' Ten, killin'
That's where I'm at, right in that North where I'm known as murder man
Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did (baow, baow, baow)
Dirty stick while I'm in this bitch on six Xans
This for my grandfather, I told him I'll never mess up, no
He tell me keep my burner on me, make sure my money long
Heart hurtin' bad, thinkin' 'bout Ten, no date on comin' home
Phat Black been in and out, got a new case, just want me to get it gone
This for my system niggas, I ain't see Natty Kid in a minute
Over seven times, never seen my shooter, real gravedigger, contract business
Better tell 'em I'll zip them niggas, hangin' out that Escalade with that Ruger
Talkin' to my mama 'bout what they claimin'
While she sayin', "F*ck 'em, tell a bitch prove it"
Don dada, boss man, they don't wanna do it (they don't wanna do it, baow)
Hangin' out the window, I ain't even tuck my chain (baow, baow, baow)
Like, yeah, bitch, how you wanna do it?
Pulled up and I was stuntin' on Forgiato wheels
They ain't even have to question 'cause they knowin' who it is
Probably got my son up in this bitch, a dirty stick, I'm full of pills
Oh, you can run and talk that shit, you gon' get stretched before this year end
Okay, pop a ten, free Lil Ten, killin'
That's where I'm at, right in that North where I'm known as murder man
Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did
Dirty stick while I'm in this bitch on six Xans
Marble floors, in and out, got hoes
Rap nigga want me dead, I'ma take the nigga soul
Reppin' off of one body, Top got over seven gone
Once a nigga add three, then I'm gon' start countin' on my toes
Pulled up and I was stuntin' on Forgiato wheels
They ain't even have to question 'cause they knowin' who it is
Probably got my son up in this bitch, a dirty stick, I'm full of pills
Oh, you can run and talk that shit, you gon' get stretched before this year end
Okay, pop a ten, free Lil Ten, killin'
That's where I'm at, right in that North where I'm known as murder man
Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did
Dirty stick while I'm in this bitch on six Xans
Since a kid, in and out the chains, swear they don't know my pain
I don't know who tryin' to get me at work one night, I ain't sleep with my shank
I check shit off the line, I don't do no runnin', bitch, I run that game
Step with niggas in the Dawn from Gardere Lane gettin' full of pure cocaine
He a nose sniffer, he don't use his veins
Doped up 'fore he swing that thing
Evacuate whole set they claim (hold on, nigga, hold on, hold on)
Bitch, I'm a lil' bitty and that shotty got some kick and I think that's too strong
Kobe in that bitch 'cause I got a stick, can't hide it, that bitch too long
Marble floors, in and out, got hoes
Rap nigga want me dead, I'ma take the nigga soul
Reppin' off of one body, Top got over seven gone
Once a nigga add three, then I'm gon' start countin' on my toes
Always on slime business (slime business)
Matter fact, got me some slime hoes (slime hoes)
Come on, ayy, come on
I run with gravediggers, pallbearers
Knock 'em off after them youngins wet up the funeral
My ape did it, but I understand 'em
In the streets
You got beef
You been stalkin' for the bust his dome (make Winnfield his home)
And then it's on, catch you, then you gone, in the ground
That same nigga your casket gon' be layin' around
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Aaron Lockhart, Michael Laury, William Golden Mosley Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Baddest Thing
You the baddest I done seen in a while
Ooh, my shorty, oh, oh
Gettin' high, totin' that iron every time that we ride
And you know, you know
You the baddest thing I seen in a while
Ooh, my shorty, oh, she, oh
Oh, oh, oh, and she mine
I swear to buy her anything to ease her mind
In the dead end posted with that gang, totin' on that iron
And I'm bound to leave any nigga dead if they ain't mine
And I jumped off the porch like
Killed Dave when he was sixteen, I do the reaping
I say murder, Blood, and throw big B's
Hit the block and blow the curb up, Youngboy MJ, I got on six rings
Six headshots for the coroners, tell 'em that we ain't use no beam
Tell them f*ck niggas they don't know me
I know for a fact she don't know her nigga, but she know me and she on me
Steady askin' like, "Can you take me home?"
Tell somebody anything I want, yeah
H-O-L-D, huh, hold on me, yeah
D-I-E, I've been needin' some peace
Uh, uh, drink on lean 'til I can barely breathe
Bae, your head ain't workin', nah, I need fire to sleep
Louis V bag made by Virgil, f*ck nigga tried charging me sixty G's
Twenty-five for the duffle bag
Nigga still countin' bands, baby, don't count on me
Maybach ain't come with curtains, without tint
Niggas still ain't seein' me
Real gas bags, that's all I chief
Two steps back, get off of me
I've been up, yeah, all cheese
I paid cash for that factory
Hitmen, they be after me
12 tryna capture me
Bitches plannin' on trappin' me
Fake rappers plannin' on blastin' me
For bro, you get assassin free
Get blicked up, you try hackin' me, yeah
H-O-L-D, huh, hold on me, yeah
D-I-E, I've been needin' some peace
Bae, your head ain't workin', nah, I need fire to sleep
Louis V bag made by Virgil, f*ck nigga tried charging me sixty G's
You the baddest I done seen in a while
Ooh, my shorty, oh, oh
Gettin' high, totin' that iron every time that we ride
And you know, you know
You the baddest thing I seen in a while
Ooh, my shorty, oh, she, oh
Killed Dave when he was sixteen, I do the reaping
I say murder, Blood, and throw big B's
Hit the block and blow the curb up, Youngboy MJ, I got on six rings
Six headshots for the coroners, tell 'em that we ain't use no beam
(EarDrummers)
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
(That money go for Myles)
Ooh, my shorty, oh, oh
Gettin' high, totin' that iron every time that we ride
And you know, you know
You the baddest thing I seen in a while
Ooh, my shorty, oh, she, oh
Oh, oh, oh, and she mine
I swear to buy her anything to ease her mind
In the dead end posted with that gang, totin' on that iron
And I'm bound to leave any nigga dead if they ain't mine
And I jumped off the porch like
Killed Dave when he was sixteen, I do the reaping
I say murder, Blood, and throw big B's
Hit the block and blow the curb up, Youngboy MJ, I got on six rings
Six headshots for the coroners, tell 'em that we ain't use no beam
Tell them f*ck niggas they don't know me
I know for a fact she don't know her nigga, but she know me and she on me
Steady askin' like, "Can you take me home?"
Tell somebody anything I want, yeah
H-O-L-D, huh, hold on me, yeah
D-I-E, I've been needin' some peace
Uh, uh, drink on lean 'til I can barely breathe
Bae, your head ain't workin', nah, I need fire to sleep
Louis V bag made by Virgil, f*ck nigga tried charging me sixty G's
Twenty-five for the duffle bag
Nigga still countin' bands, baby, don't count on me
Maybach ain't come with curtains, without tint
Niggas still ain't seein' me
Real gas bags, that's all I chief
Two steps back, get off of me
I've been up, yeah, all cheese
I paid cash for that factory
Hitmen, they be after me
12 tryna capture me
Bitches plannin' on trappin' me
Fake rappers plannin' on blastin' me
For bro, you get assassin free
Get blicked up, you try hackin' me, yeah
H-O-L-D, huh, hold on me, yeah
D-I-E, I've been needin' some peace
Bae, your head ain't workin', nah, I need fire to sleep
Louis V bag made by Virgil, f*ck nigga tried charging me sixty G's
You the baddest I done seen in a while
Ooh, my shorty, oh, oh
Gettin' high, totin' that iron every time that we ride
And you know, you know
You the baddest thing I seen in a while
Ooh, my shorty, oh, she, oh
Killed Dave when he was sixteen, I do the reaping
I say murder, Blood, and throw big B's
Hit the block and blow the curb up, Youngboy MJ, I got on six rings
Six headshots for the coroners, tell 'em that we ain't use no beam
(EarDrummers)
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
(That money go for Myles)
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Nevada
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(It's Vade on the keys)
Niggas dyin', fallin' stars through the night
And I been thinkin' 'bout you every night
If you happy, I know that I should be alright
'Cause this tragic and I can't seem for to decide
And I think I just, I should leave, I just
Should I leave it 'lone? Ah
Should I try or just? I can't lie, I just
I be wrong for the cry
But I'm caught up with these hoes, they gon' follow
Ballin' like a baller blocka'
Every time I catch my feelings, lock them in a bottle
And you probably find my heart somewhere lost in Nevada (In Nevada)
Don't know who I want, you the one I want (Oh)
Never said I don't, that's that money talk (Hmm, talk)
Drunker than a skunk, it go down in the room (Down)
Choppas in the trunk, baby, this that slime tone
But I need your love like right now, baby, ooh (Ooh)
I'm not on no drugs, not right now, it's the truth (Truth)
I apologize for you lookin' like a fool (Sorry)
I can't hold you right now so I been holdin' on my tool
I don't want my ex, I don't want no bitch I had (Don't)
I just want a chance, hopefully I make you glad
(Don't)
If you turn me down, tell the truth, I just might spazz
(Spazz)
If who around laugh, I just probably bust they ass
(Bust they ass)
And I think I just, I should leave, I just (Leave)
Should I leave it 'lone? Ah (Should I leave?)
Should I try or just? I can't lie, I just
I be wrong for the cry
But I'm caught up with these hoes, they gon' follow
Ballin' like a baller blocka'
Every time I catch my feelings, lock them in a bottle
And you probably find my heart somewhere lost in Nevada (In Nevada)
(It's Vade on the keys)
Niggas dyin', fallin' stars through the night
And I been thinkin' 'bout you every night
If you happy, I know that I should be alright
'Cause this tragic and I can't seem for to decide
And I think I just, I should leave, I just
Should I leave it 'lone? Ah
Should I try or just? I can't lie, I just
I be wrong for the cry
But I'm caught up with these hoes, they gon' follow
Ballin' like a baller blocka'
Every time I catch my feelings, lock them in a bottle
And you probably find my heart somewhere lost in Nevada (In Nevada)
Don't know who I want, you the one I want (Oh)
Never said I don't, that's that money talk (Hmm, talk)
Drunker than a skunk, it go down in the room (Down)
Choppas in the trunk, baby, this that slime tone
But I need your love like right now, baby, ooh (Ooh)
I'm not on no drugs, not right now, it's the truth (Truth)
I apologize for you lookin' like a fool (Sorry)
I can't hold you right now so I been holdin' on my tool
I don't want my ex, I don't want no bitch I had (Don't)
I just want a chance, hopefully I make you glad
(Don't)
If you turn me down, tell the truth, I just might spazz
(Spazz)
If who around laugh, I just probably bust they ass
(Bust they ass)
And I think I just, I should leave, I just (Leave)
Should I leave it 'lone? Ah (Should I leave?)
Should I try or just? I can't lie, I just
I be wrong for the cry
But I'm caught up with these hoes, they gon' follow
Ballin' like a baller blocka'
Every time I catch my feelings, lock them in a bottle
And you probably find my heart somewhere lost in Nevada (In Nevada)
Writer: David Boonpetch, Kentrell Gaulden, Thomas Horton
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Level I Want To Reach
(17)
(D Roc)
What you love? You get all in
Hit me up, call me
I see a level that I wanna reach
I say I'm with you never gon' pretend
I hear them steppas comin' after me
I heard the one I'm lovin' let 'em in
I heard that money bring a lot of power
Seem like I'm runnin' out of friends
Double up, stack it higher than a tower
Move around, talkin' no more Xans
Wake up, probably go buy a brand-new Benz, yeah, yeah
Niggas tryna walk like, talk like me and my twins
Niggas tryna f*ck like, talk like me and my twins
We don't got no room for all your friends
Tension in the room soon as you walked in
Take it down, turned on you just 'cause I can
I'm on Xans and I'm leanin', hopin' I don't fall
If he go that way, we won't say nothin' back, we gon' shoot at y'all
Prayin' that the levee ain't fall and I been here through it all
Come 'round, I won't f*ck with you often
Baby, I ain't got no reason, I think I need you
Stay down, turn yo' phone off, right now, don't need it
Now take your clothes off and do what I say
I ain't got no diamonds on
Crosses 'round my neck come from out of Saks
Comme des Garçons, I spent another bag
Got alarm inside the home but keep a hundred straps
I see a level that I wanna reach
I say I'm with you never gon' pretend
I hear them steppas comin' after me
I heard the one I'm lovin' let 'em in
I heard that money bring a lot of power
Seem like I'm runnin' out of friends
Double up, stack it higher than a tower
Move around, talkin' no more Xans
Wake up, probably go buy a brand-new Benz, yeah, yeah
Niggas tryna walk like, talk like me and my twins
Niggas tryna f*ck like, talk like me and my twins
We don't got no room for all your friends
Tension in the room soon as you walked in
Take it down, turned on you just 'cause I can
'Cause I can
(D Roc)
What you love? You get all in
Hit me up, call me
I see a level that I wanna reach
I say I'm with you never gon' pretend
I hear them steppas comin' after me
I heard the one I'm lovin' let 'em in
I heard that money bring a lot of power
Seem like I'm runnin' out of friends
Double up, stack it higher than a tower
Move around, talkin' no more Xans
Wake up, probably go buy a brand-new Benz, yeah, yeah
Niggas tryna walk like, talk like me and my twins
Niggas tryna f*ck like, talk like me and my twins
We don't got no room for all your friends
Tension in the room soon as you walked in
Take it down, turned on you just 'cause I can
I'm on Xans and I'm leanin', hopin' I don't fall
If he go that way, we won't say nothin' back, we gon' shoot at y'all
Prayin' that the levee ain't fall and I been here through it all
Come 'round, I won't f*ck with you often
Baby, I ain't got no reason, I think I need you
Stay down, turn yo' phone off, right now, don't need it
Now take your clothes off and do what I say
I ain't got no diamonds on
Crosses 'round my neck come from out of Saks
Comme des Garçons, I spent another bag
Got alarm inside the home but keep a hundred straps
I see a level that I wanna reach
I say I'm with you never gon' pretend
I hear them steppas comin' after me
I heard the one I'm lovin' let 'em in
I heard that money bring a lot of power
Seem like I'm runnin' out of friends
Double up, stack it higher than a tower
Move around, talkin' no more Xans
Wake up, probably go buy a brand-new Benz, yeah, yeah
Niggas tryna walk like, talk like me and my twins
Niggas tryna f*ck like, talk like me and my twins
We don't got no room for all your friends
Tension in the room soon as you walked in
Take it down, turned on you just 'cause I can
'Cause I can
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Kickstand
(Pipe that shit up TnT)
Believe it
What about you, OG?
I can't go no more, charge me up so I'll go again
I say around we go, on our fourth, three rounds in
Gotta motivate my bros, yeah, in the cut like me and my twin
Look back soon as it's in, yeah
Never gon' lose, I'ma show you how to win
Gambled on lean but I got her on gin
Too much of that and she went to the Henn'
Too big of a sack for the bitch to get off
Can't take her off track, get the bitch caught in
Kickstand in my drank bottle
No pass, she need for admins
Outback, no pad ain't no pen
Nothin' but money in her lens
I can't go no more, charge me up so I'll go again
I say around we go, on our fourth, three rounds in
Gotta motivate my bros, yeah, in the cut like me and my twin
Look back soon as it's in, yeah
Never gon' lose, I'ma show you how to win
Know what you wanna do, why you hittin' that bottle?
All these drugs gon' clear my problems
All these sticks gon' fix that static
Countin' that money, gettin' more and more higher
All these drugs, I ain't had a supplier
We gotta do well, you can't cop it
Swag can't copy, nigga, just stop it
Shawty real bad, tryna make her my bitch
I know that you toxic, don't try and f*ckin' hide it
Question me bad, wanna know where I went
You say I'm accusin' when ask where you been
When you get a gift you ain't askin' what I spent
Take all my money so put on some fly shit
I'm causin' a wave, these niggas wanna ride it
Drank clearin' the pain, I'm feelin' in my body
My jewelry and cars is all exotic
Kickstand in my drank bottle
No pass, she need for admins
Outback, no pad ain't no pen
Nothin' but money in her lens
I can't go no more, charge me up so I'll go again
I say around we go, on our fourth, three rounds in
Gotta motivate my bros, yeah, in the cut like me and my twin
Look back soon as it's in, yeah
Never gon' lose, I'ma show you how to win
Believe it
What about you, OG?
I can't go no more, charge me up so I'll go again
I say around we go, on our fourth, three rounds in
Gotta motivate my bros, yeah, in the cut like me and my twin
Look back soon as it's in, yeah
Never gon' lose, I'ma show you how to win
Gambled on lean but I got her on gin
Too much of that and she went to the Henn'
Too big of a sack for the bitch to get off
Can't take her off track, get the bitch caught in
Kickstand in my drank bottle
No pass, she need for admins
Outback, no pad ain't no pen
Nothin' but money in her lens
I can't go no more, charge me up so I'll go again
I say around we go, on our fourth, three rounds in
Gotta motivate my bros, yeah, in the cut like me and my twin
Look back soon as it's in, yeah
Never gon' lose, I'ma show you how to win
Know what you wanna do, why you hittin' that bottle?
All these drugs gon' clear my problems
All these sticks gon' fix that static
Countin' that money, gettin' more and more higher
All these drugs, I ain't had a supplier
We gotta do well, you can't cop it
Swag can't copy, nigga, just stop it
Shawty real bad, tryna make her my bitch
I know that you toxic, don't try and f*ckin' hide it
Question me bad, wanna know where I went
You say I'm accusin' when ask where you been
When you get a gift you ain't askin' what I spent
Take all my money so put on some fly shit
I'm causin' a wave, these niggas wanna ride it
Drank clearin' the pain, I'm feelin' in my body
My jewelry and cars is all exotic
Kickstand in my drank bottle
No pass, she need for admins
Outback, no pad ain't no pen
Nothin' but money in her lens
I can't go no more, charge me up so I'll go again
I say around we go, on our fourth, three rounds in
Gotta motivate my bros, yeah, in the cut like me and my twin
Look back soon as it's in, yeah
Never gon' lose, I'ma show you how to win
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
All I Need
(Say, Wop)
You already know
Leave that shit alone
(WassamWop)
Got my pistol on me (pistol), you know what that's 'bout
I say shawty, shawty, can you help me out?
I'm in the streets, I'm chasin' money, baby, tryna make it out
But through it all, you who I want daily, always on my thoughts
I say I can treat you right but you wanna salt me down
I can't sleep at night, don't know how these demons found me
But I'm just tryna manifest, I'm tryna find some peace
I say just take my money, and my kids and you, that's all I need
That's all I need, I'm gon' achieve
Everything I stand for on my sleeve
I'ma tote my flag and wear my beads, you know I'm all in
Steady chasin' money while I'm in the streets
I ain't chasin' hoes, caught up in the beef
Probably come in to make sure you sleep and then I'm gone again
Wake up, check my bank account, get dressed, then it's time to go
Just tell me what you thinkin' 'bout, what you sittin' around just frownin' for?
I'ma nigga so you know I f*ck around, for the thousandth time, I know I'm wrong
You don't like all these different drugs I'm on
But I'm won't leave them if you leave me alone
Tell me, tell me, I can't get it off my mind
Get the drop, wipe his nose, I smell it
Come home, you calm me down
My heart, you found your way up in
And you see that ain't no trust inside it
And my love is at a low percentage
I ain't put that boy on channel nine, them people lyin'
Got my pistol on me (pistol), you know what that's 'bout
I say shawty, shawty, can you help me out?
I'm in the streets, I'm chasin' money, baby, tryna make it out
But through it all, you who I want daily, always on my thoughts
I say I can treat you right but you wanna salt me down
I can't sleep at night, don't know how these demons found me
But I'm just tryna manifest, I'm tryna find some peace
I say just take my money, and my kids and you, that's all I need
I swerve on 'em early morning
While you drive, I'm passenger seat, strapped down
I ain't doin' shit but passin' some niggas trappin'
Sayin' in my head, "I'ma shut that down"
Shawty scared of my partna, I'ma slide my round
We gon' bang wit' yo' nigga as soon as it go left
Now that's all I'ma tell you, they know 'bout the gang
We put shit on the shelf
Run up me a check, don't need no help
Pull up in that
I know I'm official, I killed the ref'
It's concealed on scene
But I bet they all know its gon' pop out from my belt
I'ma clear the whole scene one .223
I done knocked the block down by myself
I can put that on Big B
Deceased, so pray with me
Everything be new edition, I can flood you down in LV
Drape you down in flawless diamonds
Look at your bracelet, they see all VVs
I hope ain't shit they can tell you 'bout me
'Cause about shit they can say to me
Let me watch this car, you roll my weed
Got my pistol on me (pistol), you know what that's 'bout
I say shawty, shawty, can you help me out?
I'm in the streets, I'm chasin' money, baby, tryna make it out
But through it all, you who I want daily, always on my thoughts
I say I can treat you right but you wanna salt me down
I can't sleep at night, don't know how these demons found me
But I'm just tryna manifest, I'm tryna find some peace
I say just take my money, and my kids and you, that's all I need
(Say, Wop)
(WassamWop?)
You already know
Leave that shit alone
(WassamWop)
Got my pistol on me (pistol), you know what that's 'bout
I say shawty, shawty, can you help me out?
I'm in the streets, I'm chasin' money, baby, tryna make it out
But through it all, you who I want daily, always on my thoughts
I say I can treat you right but you wanna salt me down
I can't sleep at night, don't know how these demons found me
But I'm just tryna manifest, I'm tryna find some peace
I say just take my money, and my kids and you, that's all I need
That's all I need, I'm gon' achieve
Everything I stand for on my sleeve
I'ma tote my flag and wear my beads, you know I'm all in
Steady chasin' money while I'm in the streets
I ain't chasin' hoes, caught up in the beef
Probably come in to make sure you sleep and then I'm gone again
Wake up, check my bank account, get dressed, then it's time to go
Just tell me what you thinkin' 'bout, what you sittin' around just frownin' for?
I'ma nigga so you know I f*ck around, for the thousandth time, I know I'm wrong
You don't like all these different drugs I'm on
But I'm won't leave them if you leave me alone
Tell me, tell me, I can't get it off my mind
Get the drop, wipe his nose, I smell it
Come home, you calm me down
My heart, you found your way up in
And you see that ain't no trust inside it
And my love is at a low percentage
I ain't put that boy on channel nine, them people lyin'
Got my pistol on me (pistol), you know what that's 'bout
I say shawty, shawty, can you help me out?
I'm in the streets, I'm chasin' money, baby, tryna make it out
But through it all, you who I want daily, always on my thoughts
I say I can treat you right but you wanna salt me down
I can't sleep at night, don't know how these demons found me
But I'm just tryna manifest, I'm tryna find some peace
I say just take my money, and my kids and you, that's all I need
I swerve on 'em early morning
While you drive, I'm passenger seat, strapped down
I ain't doin' shit but passin' some niggas trappin'
Sayin' in my head, "I'ma shut that down"
Shawty scared of my partna, I'ma slide my round
We gon' bang wit' yo' nigga as soon as it go left
Now that's all I'ma tell you, they know 'bout the gang
We put shit on the shelf
Run up me a check, don't need no help
Pull up in that
I know I'm official, I killed the ref'
It's concealed on scene
But I bet they all know its gon' pop out from my belt
I'ma clear the whole scene one .223
I done knocked the block down by myself
I can put that on Big B
Deceased, so pray with me
Everything be new edition, I can flood you down in LV
Drape you down in flawless diamonds
Look at your bracelet, they see all VVs
I hope ain't shit they can tell you 'bout me
'Cause about shit they can say to me
Let me watch this car, you roll my weed
Got my pistol on me (pistol), you know what that's 'bout
I say shawty, shawty, can you help me out?
I'm in the streets, I'm chasin' money, baby, tryna make it out
But through it all, you who I want daily, always on my thoughts
I say I can treat you right but you wanna salt me down
I can't sleep at night, don't know how these demons found me
But I'm just tryna manifest, I'm tryna find some peace
I say just take my money, and my kids and you, that's all I need
(Say, Wop)
(WassamWop?)
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
White Teeth
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
Took out them diamonds and got white teeth
Took out my diamonds and I got, I got white teeth
So I be like I'm a businessman or some shit, ah-ha
No security, bros with me, no friends (no friends)
Pole on me, dope up in me, bad bitches walked in (hold up)
Social distance, pure codeine, no coughin' (nah)
You know me, got that laser beam up in the party (.223)
She wan' chill, she feelin' my vibe, told her come on
She just wanna roll, roll in my ride
Know she gotta give me head
Don't f*ck 'round with these niggas
Go home and take my meds (take my meds)
These niggas can't come 'round, come 'round
F*ck around and end up dead
They don't like me, shawty told me that she feelin' me
She wanna bite me
Keep my gun, they plan on killin' me but I'm out on sightsee
Knee deep in these streets
And I put shit up, these niggas don't frighten me
Pull up fresh as f*ck, am I high as f*ck? I am, I might be
She just wanna ride, ride
"Youngboy, I wanna slide, slide"
Until the other side die, leaning parallel fly
This chain could put out fire
Icier than a motherf*cker, hockey stick in car
I'm fresh as hell inside my white tee
Took out them diamonds and got white teeth (ooh)
She f*ckin' with me, oh, she like me
She know that basic shit don't excite me
(Okay, okay)
Tote that Glock, hold thirty rounds
Bae, I wanna go thirty rounds
Tell 'em, tell 'em they can count me out
I got too much money now
I'm who BabyJoe wanna please, I'm gon' make her touch her knees
She like Bentley, want big B, I'm gon' flood the inside pink
Kiss the diamond on my face
Money callin', I'm on my way
Keep a mask 'round, don't leave no trace
Keep a mask 'round, don't leave no case
Hop out, aim and I swing that Drac'
Crack a nigga lights swing 'round my way
They don't really like how my clique wanna bang
They don't really like how my wrist ain't fake
Diamond piece (diamond piece)
Eyes on Chinese, this Draco Vietnamese (this Draco Vietnamese)
Know I get angry but she say I'm sweet
Shade's Chrome Hearted plus I got on Abloh sleeves
Straight from the hood, I'm fresh as hell inside my white tee
Took out them diamonds and got white teeth (ooh)
She f*ckin' with me, oh, she like me
She know that basic shit, it don't excite me (ooh)
I got cash and yeah she bad
She got ass and know that I want smash
Got a rich bitch sway
Put on my mask, tuck my Glock in my pants
She do anything I say
Oh, that's my bitch, ooh, ooh
Top out, walk up inside that place
That's when all these hoes choose
Inside my white tee
Took out them diamonds and got white teeth (ooh)
She f*ckin' with me, oh, she like me
She know that basic shit don't excite me
(Okay)
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
Took out them diamonds and got white teeth
Took out my diamonds and I got, I got white teeth
So I be like I'm a businessman or some shit, ah-ha
No security, bros with me, no friends (no friends)
Pole on me, dope up in me, bad bitches walked in (hold up)
Social distance, pure codeine, no coughin' (nah)
You know me, got that laser beam up in the party (.223)
She wan' chill, she feelin' my vibe, told her come on
She just wanna roll, roll in my ride
Know she gotta give me head
Don't f*ck 'round with these niggas
Go home and take my meds (take my meds)
These niggas can't come 'round, come 'round
F*ck around and end up dead
They don't like me, shawty told me that she feelin' me
She wanna bite me
Keep my gun, they plan on killin' me but I'm out on sightsee
Knee deep in these streets
And I put shit up, these niggas don't frighten me
Pull up fresh as f*ck, am I high as f*ck? I am, I might be
She just wanna ride, ride
"Youngboy, I wanna slide, slide"
Until the other side die, leaning parallel fly
This chain could put out fire
Icier than a motherf*cker, hockey stick in car
I'm fresh as hell inside my white tee
Took out them diamonds and got white teeth (ooh)
She f*ckin' with me, oh, she like me
She know that basic shit don't excite me
(Okay, okay)
Tote that Glock, hold thirty rounds
Bae, I wanna go thirty rounds
Tell 'em, tell 'em they can count me out
I got too much money now
I'm who BabyJoe wanna please, I'm gon' make her touch her knees
She like Bentley, want big B, I'm gon' flood the inside pink
Kiss the diamond on my face
Money callin', I'm on my way
Keep a mask 'round, don't leave no trace
Keep a mask 'round, don't leave no case
Hop out, aim and I swing that Drac'
Crack a nigga lights swing 'round my way
They don't really like how my clique wanna bang
They don't really like how my wrist ain't fake
Diamond piece (diamond piece)
Eyes on Chinese, this Draco Vietnamese (this Draco Vietnamese)
Know I get angry but she say I'm sweet
Shade's Chrome Hearted plus I got on Abloh sleeves
Straight from the hood, I'm fresh as hell inside my white tee
Took out them diamonds and got white teeth (ooh)
She f*ckin' with me, oh, she like me
She know that basic shit, it don't excite me (ooh)
I got cash and yeah she bad
She got ass and know that I want smash
Got a rich bitch sway
Put on my mask, tuck my Glock in my pants
She do anything I say
Oh, that's my bitch, ooh, ooh
Top out, walk up inside that place
That's when all these hoes choose
Inside my white tee
Took out them diamonds and got white teeth (ooh)
She f*ckin' with me, oh, she like me
She know that basic shit don't excite me
(Okay)
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Panoramic
Yeah
They probably ain't gon' understand what I'm talkin' 'bout
Pass interference if these people want challenge
I got meds inside my cup to make sure I don't panic
I took interest inside of cars, now my whip panoramic
I went harder, became a star, now everybody wanna cam me
I don't f*ck with y'all, changed to the devil tune
I ain't gotta tell you your life in danger, let the reverend do it
Wishin' that that Hi-Tech came in, I got Wockhardt for tourin'
Relationship soon, sex came in, had nothin' to offer to her
Oh, oh, oh, oh
She want diamonds
Yeah, the streets want violence
Gotta be another clean way up out it
Oh, oh, oh, oh
She want diamonds
Yeah, the streets want violence
Gotta be another clean way up out it
Eye that I seem to aim for
Stop this bitch, let that thing blow
And I'll forever be here if they ain't know
Nah, for real though, nigga
When I'm in the grave, they still gon' play my song
I'll be somewhere wishin' my sons head on
Make lil' shorty f*ck me, then feel used, I ain't tried to
Batman in these Robins, for some shoes, I'll rob you
I turn up SRT, skrrt on these hoes like baba do
I ain't gotta decide for me to be right here on side you
Oh, oh, oh, oh
She want diamonds
Yeah, the streets want violence
Gotta be another clean way up out it
Oh, oh, oh, oh
She want diamonds
Yeah, the streets want violence
Gotta be another clean way up out it
They probably ain't gon' understand what I'm talkin' 'bout
Pass interference if these people want challenge
I got meds inside my cup to make sure I don't panic
I took interest inside of cars, now my whip panoramic
I went harder, became a star, now everybody wanna cam me
I don't f*ck with y'all, changed to the devil tune
I ain't gotta tell you your life in danger, let the reverend do it
Wishin' that that Hi-Tech came in, I got Wockhardt for tourin'
Relationship soon, sex came in, had nothin' to offer to her
Oh, oh, oh, oh
She want diamonds
Yeah, the streets want violence
Gotta be another clean way up out it
Oh, oh, oh, oh
She want diamonds
Yeah, the streets want violence
Gotta be another clean way up out it
Eye that I seem to aim for
Stop this bitch, let that thing blow
And I'll forever be here if they ain't know
Nah, for real though, nigga
When I'm in the grave, they still gon' play my song
I'll be somewhere wishin' my sons head on
Make lil' shorty f*ck me, then feel used, I ain't tried to
Batman in these Robins, for some shoes, I'll rob you
I turn up SRT, skrrt on these hoes like baba do
I ain't gotta decide for me to be right here on side you
Oh, oh, oh, oh
She want diamonds
Yeah, the streets want violence
Gotta be another clean way up out it
Oh, oh, oh, oh
She want diamonds
Yeah, the streets want violence
Gotta be another clean way up out it
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sincerely, Kentrell is the third studio album by American rapper YoungBoy Never Broke Again. It was released through Never Broke Again and Atlantic Records on September 24, 2021. Unlike Gaulden's previous projects, the album notably contains no guest appearances, which was a key part of the album's rollout. The album's production was handled by a range of accomplished producers including Einer Bankz, Mike Will Made It, Smash David, and Jason "Cheese" Goldberg—who also mixed and mastered the entire record. The album follows Gaulden's second full-length studio album, Top (2020), as well as Until I Return (2020), his fifteenth solo mixtape. A deluxe edition, named Sincerely, Kentrell > (pronounced "better"), was released four days later on September 28, 2021, and contains two additional songs. The deluxe edition's name is an ode to the "YB Better" trend at the time of the album's release.
Sincerely, Kentrell received generally positive reviews from critics who highlighted the album's production and lyrical content. It debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200 chart, in which it earned 137,000 album-equivalent units, of which 8,000 were pure album sales. Eleven of the twenty-three tracks from the album debuted on the Billboard Hot 100. Sincerely, Kentrell also became the third project—behind Tupac Shakur's Me Against the World (1995) and Lil Wayne's I Am Not a Human Being (2010)—by an imprisoned artist to top the charts. The album was supported by five singles: "Toxic Punk", "White Teeth", "Nevada", "Life Support" and "On My Side".
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YoungBoy Never Broke AgainSincerely, Kentrell received generally positive reviews from critics who highlighted the album's production and lyrical content. It debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200 chart, in which it earned 137,000 album-equivalent units, of which 8,000 were pure album sales. Eleven of the twenty-three tracks from the album debuted on the Billboard Hot 100. Sincerely, Kentrell also became the third project—behind Tupac Shakur's Me Against the World (1995) and Lil Wayne's I Am Not a Human Being (2010)—by an imprisoned artist to top the charts. The album was supported by five singles: "Toxic Punk", "White Teeth", "Nevada", "Life Support" and "On My Side".
Genre(s): Hip hop
Length: 57:14
Released: September 24th, 2021
Year: 2021