I need to talk to Mike Laury
Hello, this is Mike Laury (Thieves, thieves)
Dubba-AA flexing i'm on these
Alright, I'm ready, I'm ready
Woo (Oh) , I say murder (Oh, oh)
I say, I say they yeah
They ain't ever f*cked with me, yeah
Them bitch-ass niggas was playin'
Games from the jump
Just like these dog-ass hoes
Yeah, you already know how it go
(This Is The Sound)
I'm wearing these new Diesels fitted
(New Diesels)
My murder clothes (They my murder clothes)
Throw society up both my
Middle fingers, bitch, i ain't hov
Top say, "Y'all go step on shit"
(Step on shit) so the case closed
I say, "Put that belt on me
I cross five souls"
Jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger
Yeah play 'round with that, man
We don't ask or talk much
Don't discriminate, kick that front
Door, I say, "Off 'em"
(Said I give 'em knowledge)
I told my Baba that they cannot fault him
(Wallahi)
Yeah, Channel Nine, this a murder for real
Slang that Draco and somebody get killed
Gravedigger, yeah, they know what it is
They gon' send me to that island for real
Real nigga, he won't stop if they hate
Real hitter shoot that stick at your face
Pallbearer, I be raisin' the rate
Red eye, it won't be a fair chase
She gon' die for the ride
Even though that her life be a risk
In that front, ain't no stoppin'
I up and I'm poppin'
A nigga might die in this bitch, might die
I know ten, ten, shh, f*ck how wild it get
Brand new 223, it hold a whole hundred
I said, "Herm, pull on side on that bitch"
They ain't playin' chess
They be hidin' from hit's
Tell on me, you gon' die, my friend
Like I'm broke, stolo slidin' up in it
After doin' a drill
Change the firin' pattern
PTR with no hollows in it
(I'ma bring the hearse out)
You a gravedigger, you gon' kill 'em after
We gon' bury 'em then
Society wanna join, he a snake, kill a man
I'm wearing these new Diesels fitted
My murder clothes throw society up both my
Middle fingers, bitch, i ain't hov
Top say, "Y'all go step on shit"
So the case closed
I say, "Put that belt on me
I cross five souls"
Jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger
Yeah play 'round with that, man
We don't ask or talk much
Don't discriminate, kick that front
Door, I say, "Off 'em"
(Said I give 'em knowledge)
I told my Baba that they cannot fault him
Feelin' like they ain't f*ckin' with me
Mad mane leavin' blood in the streets
Dawg, mane, came only for green
Pray it up, we gon' pray 'fore we feast
At the club, searchin' 'round for one chain
Uppin' one click, more than one it might be
We ain't here to party
We just scopin' the scene
Talkin' soon as it end
One gon' die 'fore they leave
About playin' with me
I got my fire, f*ck HPD
I'm in that eye, I'ma shake the scene
I'm in that Nawf, right where you not
Where you think I ain't nothin'
I probably sleep
Runnin' circles around everything
Plan on catchin' me
Still got no time for anomalies
Steady pickin' out shit
Who was sayin' they gon' step on me
After the fact, they can't even breathe
Oh, oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh
Jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger
Yeah play 'round with that, man
We don't ask or talk much
Don't discriminate, kick that front
Door, I say, "Off 'em"
(Said I give 'em knowledge)
I told my baba that they cannot fault him
Oh, oh, oh, oh (This Is The Sound)
Oh, oh, oh, oh oh
Jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger
Yeah play 'round with that, man
We don't ask or talk much
Yeah, I say, "Off 'em"
YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Until I Return Album Lyrics
YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Until I Return Lyrics
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Around
Who made this shit?
(TayTay made the beat)
Let's go
F*ck who won't attend, I got money
I be fresh as hell, loaded, this that dank, uh
I say baby, 'round and 'round, 'round and 'round
Shawty let me hear you say my name
Ayy, bitch I'm rich, ayy, plus I'm super lit
Ayy, now she wanna make me out her man
That's a Drac' with a coolin' kit
Arguin', stop, these niggas playin' games, uh
They check out my fashion, strapped inside my jacket
I just said a prayer for baba
Say let's go get active (4KTrey)
Geekin' when they cashin'
I just let the top down
Show them this shit massive
I pull up, I'm fresh as f*ck
I look like I'm Mannie
Dope inside my car got me so dumb that I might need a nanny
Air shit, John Elliot my gardener fit
I think all these niggas counterfeit
Act like that, they don't know 'til them shots let off, it's danger bitch, uh
Bro on two attempts, all he want do is play in some shit
Pallbearer mad at us, we stepped on him, that's handkerchief
F*ck who won't attend, I got money
I be fresh as hell, loaded, this that dank, uh
I say baby, 'round and 'round, 'round and 'round
Shawty let me hear you say my name
Ayy, bitch I'm rich, ayy, plus I'm super lit
Ayy, now she wanna make me out her man
That's a Drac' with a coolin' kit
Arguin', stop, these niggas playin' games, uh
These niggas lames
They know I been mackin' on all of these hoes just like a player
I'm keepin' that dope in the drawer
When I roll it and go, hold on bae, you in off smell
In Balenciaga whenever I step out, I cover my new ho in new Chanel
I stay with my fire, I'ma cause hell
I shoot this bitch 'round, they gon' call 12
Darth Vader, it's a Jedi stick
I'm tryna take off once I face 'em, in this Abloh fit
I should change my name to double R, 'cause bitch, I'm really rich
Niggas on that silly shit, it come to this
Inside this business, killin' shit
F*ck who won't attend, I got money
I be fresh as hell, loaded, this that dank, uh
I say baby, 'round and 'round, 'round and 'round
Shawty let me hear you say my name
Ayy, bitch I'm rich, ayy, plus I'm super lit
Ayy, now she wanna make me out her man
That's a Drac' with a coolin' kit
Arguin', stop, these niggas playin' games, uh
(TayTay made the beat)
Let's go
F*ck who won't attend, I got money
I be fresh as hell, loaded, this that dank, uh
I say baby, 'round and 'round, 'round and 'round
Shawty let me hear you say my name
Ayy, bitch I'm rich, ayy, plus I'm super lit
Ayy, now she wanna make me out her man
That's a Drac' with a coolin' kit
Arguin', stop, these niggas playin' games, uh
They check out my fashion, strapped inside my jacket
I just said a prayer for baba
Say let's go get active (4KTrey)
Geekin' when they cashin'
I just let the top down
Show them this shit massive
I pull up, I'm fresh as f*ck
I look like I'm Mannie
Dope inside my car got me so dumb that I might need a nanny
Air shit, John Elliot my gardener fit
I think all these niggas counterfeit
Act like that, they don't know 'til them shots let off, it's danger bitch, uh
Bro on two attempts, all he want do is play in some shit
Pallbearer mad at us, we stepped on him, that's handkerchief
F*ck who won't attend, I got money
I be fresh as hell, loaded, this that dank, uh
I say baby, 'round and 'round, 'round and 'round
Shawty let me hear you say my name
Ayy, bitch I'm rich, ayy, plus I'm super lit
Ayy, now she wanna make me out her man
That's a Drac' with a coolin' kit
Arguin', stop, these niggas playin' games, uh
These niggas lames
They know I been mackin' on all of these hoes just like a player
I'm keepin' that dope in the drawer
When I roll it and go, hold on bae, you in off smell
In Balenciaga whenever I step out, I cover my new ho in new Chanel
I stay with my fire, I'ma cause hell
I shoot this bitch 'round, they gon' call 12
Darth Vader, it's a Jedi stick
I'm tryna take off once I face 'em, in this Abloh fit
I should change my name to double R, 'cause bitch, I'm really rich
Niggas on that silly shit, it come to this
Inside this business, killin' shit
F*ck who won't attend, I got money
I be fresh as hell, loaded, this that dank, uh
I say baby, 'round and 'round, 'round and 'round
Shawty let me hear you say my name
Ayy, bitch I'm rich, ayy, plus I'm super lit
Ayy, now she wanna make me out her man
That's a Drac' with a coolin' kit
Arguin', stop, these niggas playin' games, uh
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Chopper City
(Mommy, Indian got them beats)
(I got Hitman on the beat)
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
Draco, dare to hit me, you got a fifty (Top, mm, mm-mm)
Bitch, we sticked up, it's chopper city, yeah (mm, mm-mm)
Look here, felon walkin' with that felony
Gang ties, that's cold case
We gon' kill a bitch, steppin' red for shit
I say put the bitch up in rotation
Four stamps, that's four faces
Gas bags, that's border bases
Russian Cake, that's Canada probably
We gon' make the drop where it go the safest
Keep it real, fake it 'til you make it
They be that bitch nigga that's hatin'
Distributin', call it penetratin'
Take off your mind, clean up what you thinkin'
Dirty money stashin', call it bankin'
Murder for position, call it rankin'
Cold killer steppers 'round me nameless
Dog killin', NBA ain't no 'tainment
Sippin' drank meetin' 'bout the case
Buy the smoke by the block if it's hard
Catch you slippin', slang that stick at the yard
Behind this business, we be takin' it far
Deal 'em out, we be dishin' our cards
Bad bitch hit the road with that boy
Got it out front row with that stick
Bang out toe to toe with that rod
Rich nigga, Helter Skelter shit
Mugged up while the bezel glist (what up?)
Doped up, need another fix
I don't know where the f*ck his mind went
Big bank, get your head popped
Bitch, you know how them times spent
Ridin' 'round at the double risk
All night tryna slime shit
Draco, dare to hit me, you got a fifty (you got a fifty, nigga? Top, mm, mm-mm)
Bitch, we sticked up, it's chopper city (it's chopper city on the northside, nigga), yeah (mm, mm-mm)
Clip full, drivin' fast, tryna move a whole thing (mm, mm-mm)
Bitch nigga steady tryna show stop, it's a dirty game
He gon' lose his brain (mm, mm-mm)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Either one can take a two, that's what my cousin Meechie say
But we could pull about five, I'm talkin' five, that's just by either way
Five million for my album, that's an easy bank
Said you need a thousand for that bezel
Shit, what my nigga Jay Beezy say? Nigga, cop that
Two hundred for my chain, them niggas gon' watch that
Told my youngin when he get that 'Vette them hoes gon' jock that
Nigga, you a hot mess
Lotta thousands laid on my chest, I'm talkin' no vest
Public housin', we where the smoke at, I got it potent
Talkin' millions, I had that Maybach 'fore I was four in
Get that drank just for the relax, nigga gotta pour a four in
One watch, that's three bands
Rob the jeweler, still callin'
Crank the window, nothin' but claws in
Bullets burn, give you a raw tan
Draco, dare to hit me, you got a fifty (Top, mm, mm-mm)
Bitch, we sticked up, it's chopper city (sticked up it's chopper city), yeah (mm, mm-mm)
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
Clip full, drivin' fast, tryna move a whole thing (whole thing, mm, mm-mm)
Bitch nigga steady tryna show stop, it's a dirty game
He gon' lose his brain (lose his f*ckin' brain, mm, mm-mm)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
(I got Hitman on the beat)
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
Draco, dare to hit me, you got a fifty (Top, mm, mm-mm)
Bitch, we sticked up, it's chopper city, yeah (mm, mm-mm)
Look here, felon walkin' with that felony
Gang ties, that's cold case
We gon' kill a bitch, steppin' red for shit
I say put the bitch up in rotation
Four stamps, that's four faces
Gas bags, that's border bases
Russian Cake, that's Canada probably
We gon' make the drop where it go the safest
Keep it real, fake it 'til you make it
They be that bitch nigga that's hatin'
Distributin', call it penetratin'
Take off your mind, clean up what you thinkin'
Dirty money stashin', call it bankin'
Murder for position, call it rankin'
Cold killer steppers 'round me nameless
Dog killin', NBA ain't no 'tainment
Sippin' drank meetin' 'bout the case
Buy the smoke by the block if it's hard
Catch you slippin', slang that stick at the yard
Behind this business, we be takin' it far
Deal 'em out, we be dishin' our cards
Bad bitch hit the road with that boy
Got it out front row with that stick
Bang out toe to toe with that rod
Rich nigga, Helter Skelter shit
Mugged up while the bezel glist (what up?)
Doped up, need another fix
I don't know where the f*ck his mind went
Big bank, get your head popped
Bitch, you know how them times spent
Ridin' 'round at the double risk
All night tryna slime shit
Draco, dare to hit me, you got a fifty (you got a fifty, nigga? Top, mm, mm-mm)
Bitch, we sticked up, it's chopper city (it's chopper city on the northside, nigga), yeah (mm, mm-mm)
Clip full, drivin' fast, tryna move a whole thing (mm, mm-mm)
Bitch nigga steady tryna show stop, it's a dirty game
He gon' lose his brain (mm, mm-mm)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Either one can take a two, that's what my cousin Meechie say
But we could pull about five, I'm talkin' five, that's just by either way
Five million for my album, that's an easy bank
Said you need a thousand for that bezel
Shit, what my nigga Jay Beezy say? Nigga, cop that
Two hundred for my chain, them niggas gon' watch that
Told my youngin when he get that 'Vette them hoes gon' jock that
Nigga, you a hot mess
Lotta thousands laid on my chest, I'm talkin' no vest
Public housin', we where the smoke at, I got it potent
Talkin' millions, I had that Maybach 'fore I was four in
Get that drank just for the relax, nigga gotta pour a four in
One watch, that's three bands
Rob the jeweler, still callin'
Crank the window, nothin' but claws in
Bullets burn, give you a raw tan
Draco, dare to hit me, you got a fifty (Top, mm, mm-mm)
Bitch, we sticked up, it's chopper city (sticked up it's chopper city), yeah (mm, mm-mm)
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
Clip full, drivin' fast, tryna move a whole thing (whole thing, mm, mm-mm)
Bitch nigga steady tryna show stop, it's a dirty game
He gon' lose his brain (lose his f*ckin' brain, mm, mm-mm)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Toxic
We'll count it up
What year is it?
Yeah
I got embers, all threw all that time away
It ain't nothin' I can't afford, in that Hellcat, press record
I can't take no chances, no, I'm gon' ride with the stick
Bloody nigga, I'm gon' show her, all my feelings overboard (what?)
I'm gon' pop my shit in, I got rich and now they on me
Temper tantrum nigga, with that bag, ain't who they want
Fell back from that shit that get 'em pleased and now they on me
They could play my song, that's if they end up all alone, yeah
I'm on another level, get another tailor, comin' out like I'm outfitted
I ain't signin' that deal, I go to another bettor if I find an amount bigger
He tote that green flag and that red, represent, he a grave digger
I'm leavin' demons all in her head, tryna make sure she think different
This my monkey suit (go)
I hit licks inside that fit and send shots out that coupe (out that coupe)
I'm too rich to take these risks but still gon' step on you (steppin', steppin')
Took my cash, made it a chain, come out the window, shoot
Steady blowin' that strap straight at your brain, 'til it show you through
I need a hunnid mill', I done shed a hunnid tears
He say, "Cool," and I say, "Fire"
They know niggas die for real
Prolly fire shells up in all my rides
Bury him, he stay concealed
4KTrey, get faced lil' bitch
Plan on slangin' iron, all on a tip
I got embers, all threw all that time away
It ain't nothin' I can't afford, in that Hellcat, press record
I can't take no chances, no, I'm gon' ride with the stick
Bloody nigga, I'm on shore, all my feelings overboard (what?)
I'm gon' pop my shit in, I got rich and now they on me
Temper tantrum nigga, with that bag, ain't who they want
Fell back from that shit that get 'em pleased and now they on me
They could play my song, that's if they end up all alone, yeah
Started out (breakin' out), we countin' out red, you cover the whole scene
Step on 'em, the conscience that f*ck with my head, accept it like protein
Nigga, rock-a-bye, try and I put 'em to bed, get put in a long-sleeve (status)
Bought way too much Off-White, I want Alexander McQueen
Takin' one off and I ain't take one bean
Buy it like 'em iPhones, taste no lean
I just want the best, for her to get some credit
She just want me, for the get her a ring
Yeah, yeah, Top leave red on the scene
Covered in gunpowder, still too clean
Five percent with a strong-ass scent
In an all-white car, you know that's me
Prada all red, and a nigga know I'm big B
Old lame ass niggas ain't better than me
Now I'm on seven but then I get three
Still won't stop, I'ma count on my feet (come here)
Tell me what they hear about
I'm stuntin' it, like, who better than me?
Let the reverend speak, Christian Loub' the feet
Murder have me bleak, bitch, be deceased
I got embers, all threw all that time away
It ain't nothin' I can't afford, in that Hellcat, press record (yeah-yeah)
I can't take no chances, no, I'm gon' ride with the stick
Bloody nigga, I'm gon' show her, all my feelings overboard (what?)
I'm gon' pop my shit in, I got rich and now they on me
Temper tantrum nigga, with that bag, ain't who they want
Fell back from that shit that get 'em pleased and now they on me
They could play my song, that's if they end up all alone, yeah
Dope boy, you ain't f*ckin' with me today slime
I was sayin', ayy, he wasn't stayed up all night or somethin', you hear me?
I did
I remember, ayy, you motherf*cka, two days
I couldn't go, I couldn't go to sleep, everybody sleepin'
That's real rap, you already know what it is
Hahahaha
That's you
What year is it?
Yeah
I got embers, all threw all that time away
It ain't nothin' I can't afford, in that Hellcat, press record
I can't take no chances, no, I'm gon' ride with the stick
Bloody nigga, I'm gon' show her, all my feelings overboard (what?)
I'm gon' pop my shit in, I got rich and now they on me
Temper tantrum nigga, with that bag, ain't who they want
Fell back from that shit that get 'em pleased and now they on me
They could play my song, that's if they end up all alone, yeah
I'm on another level, get another tailor, comin' out like I'm outfitted
I ain't signin' that deal, I go to another bettor if I find an amount bigger
He tote that green flag and that red, represent, he a grave digger
I'm leavin' demons all in her head, tryna make sure she think different
This my monkey suit (go)
I hit licks inside that fit and send shots out that coupe (out that coupe)
I'm too rich to take these risks but still gon' step on you (steppin', steppin')
Took my cash, made it a chain, come out the window, shoot
Steady blowin' that strap straight at your brain, 'til it show you through
I need a hunnid mill', I done shed a hunnid tears
He say, "Cool," and I say, "Fire"
They know niggas die for real
Prolly fire shells up in all my rides
Bury him, he stay concealed
4KTrey, get faced lil' bitch
Plan on slangin' iron, all on a tip
I got embers, all threw all that time away
It ain't nothin' I can't afford, in that Hellcat, press record
I can't take no chances, no, I'm gon' ride with the stick
Bloody nigga, I'm on shore, all my feelings overboard (what?)
I'm gon' pop my shit in, I got rich and now they on me
Temper tantrum nigga, with that bag, ain't who they want
Fell back from that shit that get 'em pleased and now they on me
They could play my song, that's if they end up all alone, yeah
Started out (breakin' out), we countin' out red, you cover the whole scene
Step on 'em, the conscience that f*ck with my head, accept it like protein
Nigga, rock-a-bye, try and I put 'em to bed, get put in a long-sleeve (status)
Bought way too much Off-White, I want Alexander McQueen
Takin' one off and I ain't take one bean
Buy it like 'em iPhones, taste no lean
I just want the best, for her to get some credit
She just want me, for the get her a ring
Yeah, yeah, Top leave red on the scene
Covered in gunpowder, still too clean
Five percent with a strong-ass scent
In an all-white car, you know that's me
Prada all red, and a nigga know I'm big B
Old lame ass niggas ain't better than me
Now I'm on seven but then I get three
Still won't stop, I'ma count on my feet (come here)
Tell me what they hear about
I'm stuntin' it, like, who better than me?
Let the reverend speak, Christian Loub' the feet
Murder have me bleak, bitch, be deceased
I got embers, all threw all that time away
It ain't nothin' I can't afford, in that Hellcat, press record (yeah-yeah)
I can't take no chances, no, I'm gon' ride with the stick
Bloody nigga, I'm gon' show her, all my feelings overboard (what?)
I'm gon' pop my shit in, I got rich and now they on me
Temper tantrum nigga, with that bag, ain't who they want
Fell back from that shit that get 'em pleased and now they on me
They could play my song, that's if they end up all alone, yeah
Dope boy, you ain't f*ckin' with me today slime
I was sayin', ayy, he wasn't stayed up all night or somethin', you hear me?
I did
I remember, ayy, you motherf*cka, two days
I couldn't go, I couldn't go to sleep, everybody sleepin'
That's real rap, you already know what it is
Hahahaha
That's you
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Casket Fresh
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice!)
Casket fresh, duckin' feds (duckin' feds, yeah)
New millennium, I'm not like the rest (I'm not like the rest, uh-uh)
Why you don't act the same? It's throwin' my mind off (throwin' my mind off)
I'm gon' stay the same can't change on my dawgs (nah)
I guess you don't f*ck with a nigga
I tried to keep touch and you steady duckin' assist
In some type of fashion you actin' and plannin'
To find you a way to give up on a nigga
I ain't takin' no easy route, young nigga I'm bleedin' out
Got the backend last time, they done seen me now
Hit the stage, crowds screamin' loud
Shoot the gas, Scat pack, hit the gas and I'm takin' off
Made it through now it's payin' off
Pack came in then we went up, oh
That is not my dawg
If on 'em I can't call, oh-woah
Day ones on my arm, gang 'til they cross my name
Some loyalty, ain't that lit?
Tryna pull up motherf*ckin' casket fresh, duckin' feds (duckin' feds, yeah)
New millennium, I'm not like the rest (I'm not like the rest)
Why you don't act the same? It's throwin' my mind off (throwin' my mind off)
I'm gon' stay the same can't change on my dawgs (change on my dawgs)
Casket fresh, duckin' feds (duckin' feds, yeah)
New millennium, I'm not like the rest (I'm not like the rest, uh-uh)
Why you don't act the same? It's throwin' my mind off (mind off)
I'm gon' stay the same can't change on my dawgs (nah)
You already know how we do
You gon' go at your move and nigga we shoot the shooters
You already know how I do 'em, as soon as they land
That's why I don't play on computers
Flood my wrist with a flawless set
But that don't mean that you should use me
He an investor and he usin'
Play, we gon' stretch 'em and that's usually
I gotta be home at the crossroads (talk to 'em, boy)
They win, wanna see me on, and that's for all that I know (yeah)
Casket at my home for my lost soul
I ain't tryna do no flex
They ain't gettin' no checks, I ain't gettin' no rest
But I'm still
Casket fresh, duckin' feds (duckin' feds, yeah)
New millennium, I'm not like the rest (I'm not like the rest, uh-uh)
Why you don't act the same? It's throwin' my mind off (throwin' my mind off)
I'm gon' stay the same can't change on my dawgs (nah)
Casket fresh, duckin' feds (duckin' feds, yeah)
New millennium, I'm not like the rest (I'm not like the rest, uh-uh)
Why you don't act the same? It's throwin' my mind off (mind off)
I'm gon' stay the same can't change on my dawgs (nah)
Casket fresh, duckin' feds (duckin' feds, yeah)
New millennium, I'm not like the rest (I'm not like the rest, uh-uh)
Why you don't act the same? It's throwin' my mind off (throwin' my mind off)
I'm gon' stay the same can't change on my dawgs (nah)
I guess you don't f*ck with a nigga
I tried to keep touch and you steady duckin' assist
In some type of fashion you actin' and plannin'
To find you a way to give up on a nigga
I ain't takin' no easy route, young nigga I'm bleedin' out
Got the backend last time, they done seen me now
Hit the stage, crowds screamin' loud
Shoot the gas, Scat pack, hit the gas and I'm takin' off
Made it through now it's payin' off
Pack came in then we went up, oh
That is not my dawg
If on 'em I can't call, oh-woah
Day ones on my arm, gang 'til they cross my name
Some loyalty, ain't that lit?
Tryna pull up motherf*ckin' casket fresh, duckin' feds (duckin' feds, yeah)
New millennium, I'm not like the rest (I'm not like the rest)
Why you don't act the same? It's throwin' my mind off (throwin' my mind off)
I'm gon' stay the same can't change on my dawgs (change on my dawgs)
Casket fresh, duckin' feds (duckin' feds, yeah)
New millennium, I'm not like the rest (I'm not like the rest, uh-uh)
Why you don't act the same? It's throwin' my mind off (mind off)
I'm gon' stay the same can't change on my dawgs (nah)
You already know how we do
You gon' go at your move and nigga we shoot the shooters
You already know how I do 'em, as soon as they land
That's why I don't play on computers
Flood my wrist with a flawless set
But that don't mean that you should use me
He an investor and he usin'
Play, we gon' stretch 'em and that's usually
I gotta be home at the crossroads (talk to 'em, boy)
They win, wanna see me on, and that's for all that I know (yeah)
Casket at my home for my lost soul
I ain't tryna do no flex
They ain't gettin' no checks, I ain't gettin' no rest
But I'm still
Casket fresh, duckin' feds (duckin' feds, yeah)
New millennium, I'm not like the rest (I'm not like the rest, uh-uh)
Why you don't act the same? It's throwin' my mind off (throwin' my mind off)
I'm gon' stay the same can't change on my dawgs (nah)
Casket fresh, duckin' feds (duckin' feds, yeah)
New millennium, I'm not like the rest (I'm not like the rest, uh-uh)
Why you don't act the same? It's throwin' my mind off (mind off)
I'm gon' stay the same can't change on my dawgs (nah)
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Mask On
(Goddamn BJ with another one)
(I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw)
Hold on
Young nigga, he super shiesty, already got his mask on
Hold on, I pull my mask down, I get your soul gone
Hope is tirin' out, it's some years later
Them gangbangers ain't comin' home
We tryna murder some and I knock another down
Don't f*ck around, get your head bust, nigga (get your head bust)
Get your bread up, nigga (get your bread up)
We zip the biggest niggas, do plenty killings and tote them big pistols
These niggas gon' lay it down when we spray around
When we catch him, we sin him (we got 'em)
Spray a TEC out the window, we leave that ho in the middle
He a opp boy, yeah, beat it
Hollows they gon' want some
We dirt him, believe it
Top say, y'all go off him
He say real right, don't come right
His life is gon' cost him
I'm smokin' Doja, life passin' over
Ridin' through the Nola like f*ck all of 'em
Tell me shit, they don't mean it
Step on one, don't leave not one
Lay on who seen it
We gon' burn 'em all, so track down one
We skippin' town when them taxes come
They can't take off, we stamped 'em some
He need another thirty burner
That Drac', it need a drum up under
You need another f*ckin' fixer stick
Okay? And what else
Hall of fame, for real, highlight with the steel (yeah)
Put that boy on a shelf
Roll, roll all night off them pills, yeah
'Til ain't none left
Gone off that drank 'til I go deaf
Smokin' on dank, potent like it's meth
Hold on
Young nigga, he super shiesty, already got his mask on
Hold on, I pull my mask down, I get your soul gone
Hope is tirin' out, it's some years later
Them gangbangers ain't comin' home
We tryna murder some and I knock another down
Don't f*ck around, get your head bust, nigga (get your head bust)
Get your bread up, nigga (get your bread up)
We zip the biggest niggas, do plenty killings and tote them big pistols
These niggas gon' lay it down when we spray around
When we catch him, we sin him (boom)
Spray a TEC out the window, we leave that hole in the middle
He a opp boy, yeah, beat it
Hollows they gon' want some
We dirt him, believe it
Top say, y'all go off him
He say real right, don't come right
His life is gon' cost him
I'm smokin' Doja, life passin' over
Ridin' through the Nola like f*ck all of 'em
(I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw)
Hold on
Young nigga, he super shiesty, already got his mask on
Hold on, I pull my mask down, I get your soul gone
Hope is tirin' out, it's some years later
Them gangbangers ain't comin' home
We tryna murder some and I knock another down
Don't f*ck around, get your head bust, nigga (get your head bust)
Get your bread up, nigga (get your bread up)
We zip the biggest niggas, do plenty killings and tote them big pistols
These niggas gon' lay it down when we spray around
When we catch him, we sin him (we got 'em)
Spray a TEC out the window, we leave that ho in the middle
He a opp boy, yeah, beat it
Hollows they gon' want some
We dirt him, believe it
Top say, y'all go off him
He say real right, don't come right
His life is gon' cost him
I'm smokin' Doja, life passin' over
Ridin' through the Nola like f*ck all of 'em
Tell me shit, they don't mean it
Step on one, don't leave not one
Lay on who seen it
We gon' burn 'em all, so track down one
We skippin' town when them taxes come
They can't take off, we stamped 'em some
He need another thirty burner
That Drac', it need a drum up under
You need another f*ckin' fixer stick
Okay? And what else
Hall of fame, for real, highlight with the steel (yeah)
Put that boy on a shelf
Roll, roll all night off them pills, yeah
'Til ain't none left
Gone off that drank 'til I go deaf
Smokin' on dank, potent like it's meth
Hold on
Young nigga, he super shiesty, already got his mask on
Hold on, I pull my mask down, I get your soul gone
Hope is tirin' out, it's some years later
Them gangbangers ain't comin' home
We tryna murder some and I knock another down
Don't f*ck around, get your head bust, nigga (get your head bust)
Get your bread up, nigga (get your bread up)
We zip the biggest niggas, do plenty killings and tote them big pistols
These niggas gon' lay it down when we spray around
When we catch him, we sin him (boom)
Spray a TEC out the window, we leave that hole in the middle
He a opp boy, yeah, beat it
Hollows they gon' want some
We dirt him, believe it
Top say, y'all go off him
He say real right, don't come right
His life is gon' cost him
I'm smokin' Doja, life passin' over
Ridin' through the Nola like f*ck all of 'em
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Funds
I came a long way
Yeah (pussy ass niggas they be hatin')
(Hoes still ain't safe)
Ayy, say man these hoes in here tryna turn down my vibes or whatever
(Hoes know they hate)
Ayy, you know I had to turn up my hood right (Slime)
Body after body on these bitch-ass niggas
Yeah, we choppin' em
Walk-up at Saks and spent eighty grand
It won't be the opps (it won't)
Broke-ass nigga startin' to diss, he a fan
Tell the young nigga just stop (oh)
And I been gettin' money since I learned that I can
Tell me one nip, who held me down (?)
I be switchin' up the mode on horizon
Holdin' on to my pole on the side of the Bentley (yeah)
Different type of flex I don't need more cars (slidin')
Red, green flag, he a gang member (mine)
That's my brother, and I'ma paint with him
Hit a f*ck nigga up, keep a stain with him (bah, bah)
You ain't finna score shit, shouldn't have came with him
Post up with the sticks, no gang switchin'
Snake-bitch, kill 'em all, they some lane switchers (kill 'em)
My clique'll send 'em all at your brain, nigga
Top of the business I got more points then a beanbag
Tighten your arm up, 'fore you shoot it loose, kickback
Layin' on my grave, nigga, chain we'll hit at (?)
Scary ass nigga, got no aim, how you miss that?
Murder through any hood, same with big hat
X shit, my lil' nigga Sewer bang Cartel
Right shit, talkin' to the killers up in Glendale
You ain't got to check shit that was a sent well
Count a million cash, got the time goin' slow (ooh, oh)
Drugs keep a nigga calm from the shit I've seen (seen)
Ridin' in a Wraith all through the night (Wraith)
Tell her to take the vibes
Upgraded my necklace, I'm keepin' it clean (clean, keepin' it clean)
Shorty want me, her ex f*ck with my ex
First, first time, had to tell the queen, stop that
Boss up, 'cause I'm knowin' that you 'bout that
Can't let a nigga think you an outlet (nah)
It ain't nothin' you can't get, you a breadwinner (bread)
Took the heart out for K, left the head with her
Standin' on stage, in the back got the dead with 'em
Already got my niggas just stalkin', he a dead sitter
Before I departed away from my soul
Told you my son'll stay with 'em
He get chased in this bitch and get hit with the stick
Make sure that they lay in the grave with him
Came through, shots out cool
Home run, Top Babe Ruth
Keep your cool
Standin' on business, don't break no rules
Never for a penny
I ain't buyin' that cash, I get it rented
I be on they ass, so they barely in the city
I popped that boy, I'm mad I ain't finish
You a lizard for the lick, pussy-bitch you ain't beamin'
Count a million cash, got the time goin' slow (time goin' slow, oh-oh)
Drugs keep a nigga calm from the shit I've seen (shit I seen)
Ridin' in a Wraith all through the night (Wraith)
Tell her to take the vibes
Upgraded my necklace, I'm keepin' it clean (clean, yeah)
Shorty want me, her ex f*ck with my ex
First, first time, had to tell the queen, stop that (girl, stop that)
Boss up, 'cause I'm knowin' that you 'bout that (gang-gang, you 'bout that)
Can't let a nigga think you an outlet (nah)
It ain't nothin' you can't get, you a breadwinner (bread)
Took the heart out for K, left the head with her
Standin' on stage, in the back got the dead with 'em
Already got my niggas just stalkin', he a dead sitter
We on your ass nigga
We been gettin' it
Bitch, we on your ass
Count a million cash, got the time goin' slow
Oh-oh
Yeah (pussy ass niggas they be hatin')
(Hoes still ain't safe)
Ayy, say man these hoes in here tryna turn down my vibes or whatever
(Hoes know they hate)
Ayy, you know I had to turn up my hood right (Slime)
Body after body on these bitch-ass niggas
Yeah, we choppin' em
Walk-up at Saks and spent eighty grand
It won't be the opps (it won't)
Broke-ass nigga startin' to diss, he a fan
Tell the young nigga just stop (oh)
And I been gettin' money since I learned that I can
Tell me one nip, who held me down (?)
I be switchin' up the mode on horizon
Holdin' on to my pole on the side of the Bentley (yeah)
Different type of flex I don't need more cars (slidin')
Red, green flag, he a gang member (mine)
That's my brother, and I'ma paint with him
Hit a f*ck nigga up, keep a stain with him (bah, bah)
You ain't finna score shit, shouldn't have came with him
Post up with the sticks, no gang switchin'
Snake-bitch, kill 'em all, they some lane switchers (kill 'em)
My clique'll send 'em all at your brain, nigga
Top of the business I got more points then a beanbag
Tighten your arm up, 'fore you shoot it loose, kickback
Layin' on my grave, nigga, chain we'll hit at (?)
Scary ass nigga, got no aim, how you miss that?
Murder through any hood, same with big hat
X shit, my lil' nigga Sewer bang Cartel
Right shit, talkin' to the killers up in Glendale
You ain't got to check shit that was a sent well
Count a million cash, got the time goin' slow (ooh, oh)
Drugs keep a nigga calm from the shit I've seen (seen)
Ridin' in a Wraith all through the night (Wraith)
Tell her to take the vibes
Upgraded my necklace, I'm keepin' it clean (clean, keepin' it clean)
Shorty want me, her ex f*ck with my ex
First, first time, had to tell the queen, stop that
Boss up, 'cause I'm knowin' that you 'bout that
Can't let a nigga think you an outlet (nah)
It ain't nothin' you can't get, you a breadwinner (bread)
Took the heart out for K, left the head with her
Standin' on stage, in the back got the dead with 'em
Already got my niggas just stalkin', he a dead sitter
Before I departed away from my soul
Told you my son'll stay with 'em
He get chased in this bitch and get hit with the stick
Make sure that they lay in the grave with him
Came through, shots out cool
Home run, Top Babe Ruth
Keep your cool
Standin' on business, don't break no rules
Never for a penny
I ain't buyin' that cash, I get it rented
I be on they ass, so they barely in the city
I popped that boy, I'm mad I ain't finish
You a lizard for the lick, pussy-bitch you ain't beamin'
Count a million cash, got the time goin' slow (time goin' slow, oh-oh)
Drugs keep a nigga calm from the shit I've seen (shit I seen)
Ridin' in a Wraith all through the night (Wraith)
Tell her to take the vibes
Upgraded my necklace, I'm keepin' it clean (clean, yeah)
Shorty want me, her ex f*ck with my ex
First, first time, had to tell the queen, stop that (girl, stop that)
Boss up, 'cause I'm knowin' that you 'bout that (gang-gang, you 'bout that)
Can't let a nigga think you an outlet (nah)
It ain't nothin' you can't get, you a breadwinner (bread)
Took the heart out for K, left the head with her
Standin' on stage, in the back got the dead with 'em
Already got my niggas just stalkin', he a dead sitter
We on your ass nigga
We been gettin' it
Bitch, we on your ass
Count a million cash, got the time goin' slow
Oh-oh
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BILL MODE RICO
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BILL MODE RICO
I Expect You
(DY Krazy)
Hope I die in love, I just do it
(DY definitely Krazy)
Yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, ayy
Nights, I'm energized
Walk 'round with my head down, my route in my mind
And she know I won't be with her, but she wanna waste my time
I can't hold her when I sleep with her, the fact that I'm so slime
And she know I'm a real Don Dada, check out how you do me
This feelin' it ain't right, girl, you might as well just shoot me
I backed off from the hype peddlin', noticed they just use me
I know that they don't love me at all, they don't approve me
I expect you to be here for me
I expect you to be there when I'm lonely
I can't risk, how you ridin' for me
Not impressed 'til you all up on me
Yeah, ah
When I'm lonely, yeah, ah, hmm
Yeah, ah
When I'm lonely, yeah, ah, hmm
If I wouldn't have came up, you won't even hide her
She was a goblin and ain't no one advise me
You ask, I keep it gutta, you can't say you ever caught me
I can't drive and shoot this cutta (skrrt), you better buss if they pull on side me (bap, bap)
I need, you to get that bag approved to get that Rolls Royce
Inside me, a cold heart, don't care 'bout what these hoes thought (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Too many times, I move, been a victim of who can't play they part
Played my cards, in that push to start
Why you ain't here? This one is hard
Always ridin' alone, gon' be the same when I leave you
And this time I'm on, make me insane and I can't be with them
Time out, calm down, I don't wanna do this with you
Lash out then I'm wrong, I ain't paintin' that picture
Yeah, ah
When I'm lonely, yeah, ah, hmm
Yeah, ah
When I'm lonely, yeah, ah, hmm
Nights, I'm energized
Walk 'round with my head down, my route in my mind
And she know I won't be with her, but she wanna waste my time
I can't hold her when I sleep with her, the fact that I'm so slime
And she know I'm a real Don Dada, check out how you do me
This feelin' it ain't right, girl, you might as well just shoot me
I backed off from the hype peddlin', noticed they just use me
I know that they don't love me at all, they don't approve me
I expect you to be here for me
I expect you to be there when I'm lonely
I can't risk, how you ridin' for me
Not impressed 'til you all up on me
Hope I die in love, I just do it
(DY definitely Krazy)
Yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, ayy
Nights, I'm energized
Walk 'round with my head down, my route in my mind
And she know I won't be with her, but she wanna waste my time
I can't hold her when I sleep with her, the fact that I'm so slime
And she know I'm a real Don Dada, check out how you do me
This feelin' it ain't right, girl, you might as well just shoot me
I backed off from the hype peddlin', noticed they just use me
I know that they don't love me at all, they don't approve me
I expect you to be here for me
I expect you to be there when I'm lonely
I can't risk, how you ridin' for me
Not impressed 'til you all up on me
Yeah, ah
When I'm lonely, yeah, ah, hmm
Yeah, ah
When I'm lonely, yeah, ah, hmm
If I wouldn't have came up, you won't even hide her
She was a goblin and ain't no one advise me
You ask, I keep it gutta, you can't say you ever caught me
I can't drive and shoot this cutta (skrrt), you better buss if they pull on side me (bap, bap)
I need, you to get that bag approved to get that Rolls Royce
Inside me, a cold heart, don't care 'bout what these hoes thought (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Too many times, I move, been a victim of who can't play they part
Played my cards, in that push to start
Why you ain't here? This one is hard
Always ridin' alone, gon' be the same when I leave you
And this time I'm on, make me insane and I can't be with them
Time out, calm down, I don't wanna do this with you
Lash out then I'm wrong, I ain't paintin' that picture
Yeah, ah
When I'm lonely, yeah, ah, hmm
Yeah, ah
When I'm lonely, yeah, ah, hmm
Nights, I'm energized
Walk 'round with my head down, my route in my mind
And she know I won't be with her, but she wanna waste my time
I can't hold her when I sleep with her, the fact that I'm so slime
And she know I'm a real Don Dada, check out how you do me
This feelin' it ain't right, girl, you might as well just shoot me
I backed off from the hype peddlin', noticed they just use me
I know that they don't love me at all, they don't approve me
I expect you to be here for me
I expect you to be there when I'm lonely
I can't risk, how you ridin' for me
Not impressed 'til you all up on me
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Off 1Tenth
(Mook got the keys jumpin')
(Playboy on this bitch, but he ain't playin' though)
Went to the store got me a clean drank and turned the bitch dirty (there's firin', let's do it)
And I be rollin' off them beans at night and still gettin' dirty (I'm on this bitch)
We catch an opp, we get left at the light, we strictly on murder
(I'm still influenced, know how I get down this murder business)
I fell asleep smokin' that doja, woke up smokin' on purple
Pulled up on three of us 'bout five o'clock, now it's seven-thirty (Free DDawg, free Baba)
Gettin' it in, I'm all around the clock, I stay in a hurry
(Top Shotta, all them pussy-ass lil' boys say)
Make 'em lay down when them sticks hit, on Fairfax with a rich bitch
(You niggas ain't steppin' on nothin', you know I'm dirty, I'm on go)
Don't play 'round with that kill-switch, got drank, then I might buy the shit
I'm in that Benz or OJ
Tell Baba, get a four way
We gon' see what the smoke say
That .44 take off his face
I got hitters on the top lane tryna get at you like right now
Don't give a f*ck 'bout police signs, that mean faster, clear it out
Bring this shit this way, get show and tell with, believe that
Bring this shit this way, they ain't got no case, you seen that
You already know we swung that way, you better not swing back (better not swing back)
These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', they want me sittin' bad (they want me sittin' bad)
Incarceration, tied to the system
Mastermind, got plenty heads
You catch that nigga, make sure you zip him (yeah)
Got sixty racks off in the bag (yeah)
LA, just landed, PA send the heroin all in a food can
Ain't nobody safe, put that Drac' straight to his and bust that nigga ass (baow)
Pussy nigga end up dead, right on my side of town
Every stick be aimin' at his head, with no mind, how he found?
I got that shit up in my body, demons talkin' to me now
Tryna put a hit on anybody, hope he cap when I'm around
Went to the store, got me a clean drank and turned the bitch dirty
And I be rollin' off them beans at night and still gettin' dirty
We catch an opp, we get left at the light, we strictly on murder
I fell asleep smokin' that doja, woke up smokin' on purple
Pulled up on three of us 'bout five o'clock, now it's seven-thirty
Gettin' it in, I'm all around the clock, I stay in a hurry
Make 'em lay down when them sticks hit, on Fairfax with a rich bitch
Don't play 'round with that kill-switch, got drank, then I might buy the shit
Went to the store, got me a clean drank and turned the bitch dirty
And I be rollin' off them beans at night and still gettin' dirty
We catch an opp, we get left at the light, we strictly on murder
I fell asleep smokin' that doja, woke up smokin' on purple
Pulled up on three of us 'bout five o'clock, now it's seven-thirty
Gettin' it in, I'm all around the clock, I stay in a hurry
Make 'em lay down when them sticks hit, on Fairfax with a rich bitch
Don't play 'round with that kill-switch, got drank, then I might buy the shit
(Playboy on this bitch, but he ain't playin' though)
Went to the store got me a clean drank and turned the bitch dirty (there's firin', let's do it)
And I be rollin' off them beans at night and still gettin' dirty (I'm on this bitch)
We catch an opp, we get left at the light, we strictly on murder
(I'm still influenced, know how I get down this murder business)
I fell asleep smokin' that doja, woke up smokin' on purple
Pulled up on three of us 'bout five o'clock, now it's seven-thirty (Free DDawg, free Baba)
Gettin' it in, I'm all around the clock, I stay in a hurry
(Top Shotta, all them pussy-ass lil' boys say)
Make 'em lay down when them sticks hit, on Fairfax with a rich bitch
(You niggas ain't steppin' on nothin', you know I'm dirty, I'm on go)
Don't play 'round with that kill-switch, got drank, then I might buy the shit
I'm in that Benz or OJ
Tell Baba, get a four way
We gon' see what the smoke say
That .44 take off his face
I got hitters on the top lane tryna get at you like right now
Don't give a f*ck 'bout police signs, that mean faster, clear it out
Bring this shit this way, get show and tell with, believe that
Bring this shit this way, they ain't got no case, you seen that
You already know we swung that way, you better not swing back (better not swing back)
These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', they want me sittin' bad (they want me sittin' bad)
Incarceration, tied to the system
Mastermind, got plenty heads
You catch that nigga, make sure you zip him (yeah)
Got sixty racks off in the bag (yeah)
LA, just landed, PA send the heroin all in a food can
Ain't nobody safe, put that Drac' straight to his and bust that nigga ass (baow)
Pussy nigga end up dead, right on my side of town
Every stick be aimin' at his head, with no mind, how he found?
I got that shit up in my body, demons talkin' to me now
Tryna put a hit on anybody, hope he cap when I'm around
Went to the store, got me a clean drank and turned the bitch dirty
And I be rollin' off them beans at night and still gettin' dirty
We catch an opp, we get left at the light, we strictly on murder
I fell asleep smokin' that doja, woke up smokin' on purple
Pulled up on three of us 'bout five o'clock, now it's seven-thirty
Gettin' it in, I'm all around the clock, I stay in a hurry
Make 'em lay down when them sticks hit, on Fairfax with a rich bitch
Don't play 'round with that kill-switch, got drank, then I might buy the shit
Went to the store, got me a clean drank and turned the bitch dirty
And I be rollin' off them beans at night and still gettin' dirty
We catch an opp, we get left at the light, we strictly on murder
I fell asleep smokin' that doja, woke up smokin' on purple
Pulled up on three of us 'bout five o'clock, now it's seven-thirty
Gettin' it in, I'm all around the clock, I stay in a hurry
Make 'em lay down when them sticks hit, on Fairfax with a rich bitch
Don't play 'round with that kill-switch, got drank, then I might buy the shit
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Thrasher
(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)
Hol' on Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit
Dirty water, bean, poured up pure codeine, I am that nigga
Pull up thuggin', she wanna f*ck me 'cause my sack bigger
Hol' on, come and see, brand new keys, that's a Tesla, serve the fiends
I say, I'm sick of all this motherf*ckin' poverty (bap, bap)
Can you tell me who just sent them shots at me?
Can't get no sleep, slang the heat and put your block to peace
I knock down three, you know that's me, you hear that chopper speak
Police tryna sentence me like Niko Jenkins
RICO Act, while they 'posed to trap me
Dead bodies, I can say I ain't seent them
Swear like I'm Ivan Milat
Push the Bentley 'til it fall to pieces
Steady screamin', "Free Ten and Nat"
Livin' hard, girl, no it ain't easy
Leave the house, tell me make it back
My heart got bodies on it
Same smoke, stick hommies on it
Hope it burn down with them coppers in it
Mask down, we follow homie
Nighttime, slime the opposition
Northside where it's riders only
Catch 'em, hit 'em with it through the fences
Take his mind, put some mileage on it
Stretch 'em, pop 'em, zip 'em, take his whole face, no case
Redeye verse that cop car, that's a cold chase, no way
I'm gon' get caught in here with this Glock today (no, no)
Real rich nigga, my Vlone collab made three M's in three days
Hol' on Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit
Dirty water, bean, poured up pure codeine, I am that nigga
Pull up thuggin', she wanna f*ck me 'cause my sack bigger
Hol' on, come and see, brand new keys, that's a Tesla, serve the fiends
I say, I'm sick of all this motherf*ckin' poverty (bap, bap)
Can you tell me who just sent them shots at me?
Can't get no sleep, slang the heat and put your block to peace
I knock down three, you know that's me, you hear that chopper speak
Big chain, diamonds flashin', choppers on (choppers on)
Grave digger, ain't no f*ckin' public figure, rockin' Comme des Garçons
He crack one joke, we face the clown (it's 4KTrey)
It's a bloody picture, who real or fake?
When they come this way, he don't know who with 'em
Get 'em all from round
My McLaren came automatic
Danger zone when we slang that static
Pour one's and two's for the keep my cool
Drink still makin' me the saddest
Put a nigga face on the news
Do 'em dirty, can't get no passes
Skife part of my f*ckin' fashion
Head hunter in a Thrasher, thrashin'
Hol' on Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit
Dirty water, bean, poured up pure codeine, I am that nigga
Pull up thuggin', she wanna f*ck me 'cause my sack bigger
Hol' on, come and see, brand new keys, that's a Tesla, serve the fiends
I say, I'm sick of all this motherf*ckin' poverty (bap, bap)
Can you tell me who just sent them shots at me?
Can't get no sleep, slang the heat and put your block to peace
I knock down three, you know that's me, you hear that chopper speak
Hol' on Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit
Dirty water, bean, poured up pure codeine, I am that nigga
Pull up thuggin', she wanna f*ck me 'cause my sack bigger
Hol' on, come and see, brand new keys, that's a Tesla, serve the fiends
I say, I'm sick of all this motherf*ckin' poverty (bap, bap)
Can you tell me who just sent them shots at me?
Can't get no sleep, slang the heat and put your block to peace
I knock down three, you know that's me, you hear that chopper speak
Police tryna sentence me like Niko Jenkins
RICO Act, while they 'posed to trap me
Dead bodies, I can say I ain't seent them
Swear like I'm Ivan Milat
Push the Bentley 'til it fall to pieces
Steady screamin', "Free Ten and Nat"
Livin' hard, girl, no it ain't easy
Leave the house, tell me make it back
My heart got bodies on it
Same smoke, stick hommies on it
Hope it burn down with them coppers in it
Mask down, we follow homie
Nighttime, slime the opposition
Northside where it's riders only
Catch 'em, hit 'em with it through the fences
Take his mind, put some mileage on it
Stretch 'em, pop 'em, zip 'em, take his whole face, no case
Redeye verse that cop car, that's a cold chase, no way
I'm gon' get caught in here with this Glock today (no, no)
Real rich nigga, my Vlone collab made three M's in three days
Hol' on Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit
Dirty water, bean, poured up pure codeine, I am that nigga
Pull up thuggin', she wanna f*ck me 'cause my sack bigger
Hol' on, come and see, brand new keys, that's a Tesla, serve the fiends
I say, I'm sick of all this motherf*ckin' poverty (bap, bap)
Can you tell me who just sent them shots at me?
Can't get no sleep, slang the heat and put your block to peace
I knock down three, you know that's me, you hear that chopper speak
Big chain, diamonds flashin', choppers on (choppers on)
Grave digger, ain't no f*ckin' public figure, rockin' Comme des Garçons
He crack one joke, we face the clown (it's 4KTrey)
It's a bloody picture, who real or fake?
When they come this way, he don't know who with 'em
Get 'em all from round
My McLaren came automatic
Danger zone when we slang that static
Pour one's and two's for the keep my cool
Drink still makin' me the saddest
Put a nigga face on the news
Do 'em dirty, can't get no passes
Skife part of my f*ckin' fashion
Head hunter in a Thrasher, thrashin'
Hol' on Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit
Dirty water, bean, poured up pure codeine, I am that nigga
Pull up thuggin', she wanna f*ck me 'cause my sack bigger
Hol' on, come and see, brand new keys, that's a Tesla, serve the fiends
I say, I'm sick of all this motherf*ckin' poverty (bap, bap)
Can you tell me who just sent them shots at me?
Can't get no sleep, slang the heat and put your block to peace
I knock down three, you know that's me, you hear that chopper speak
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © AUGMENTED MUSIC PUBLISHING INC., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © AUGMENTED MUSIC PUBLISHING INC., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Walking Dead
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
Hahahaha, haha
Hahahahaha
It done kicked in, I'm on now, and I'm out of my top
Hit that block, the window roll down, and we let them shots off
Cemetery, cemetery, bodies right on my block
Pall bearer, get 'em buried, I'm gon' get 'em knocked off
Okay, Ace of Spades, poker face, Wockhardt, walking dead
In that new Mulsanne like I'm insane
Blow out the brain, I spark the lead
Walk, arm stretched, accurate
I say, "Shoot up where he stay"
Most time I be full of meds
Kill switch, leave a nigga dead
Ten say we go ten for ten
Slimes for slimes, that's head to head
Creeper when I'm walkin' in
Slang that iron for the slain ones dead
Nigga, you gon' watch your mouth
I'ma put you up, that's how we gon' play it
I'll equip again, back to the Nawf
I be posted where they bangin' red
Leanin' off that kickstand
I say drive that Rolls in case
Go and find my hitman, he know I love to clean up mess
4L tatted, 'round my neck
Let's get active, then press next
Bitch, that caption will get you stretched
Cut back massive, hit him, wreck
On sight clap 'em, and don't miss
Clean the city, FEMA wrist
AP fashion, mean his wrist
Murder one, I seen the shit
Just light, and they got the top down
You would think I'm Ken, got hella bricks
He a demon baby but he Heaven-sent
They don't weigh the same, that's a heavy stick
Roller coaster when the MAC-11 spit
F*ck you mean you ain't eatin', nigga?
Take him out, this ain't no Belly shit
Interruptin' my meal, nigga
Separate his ass on some section shit
Gang ties in them people eyes
Seen my mans in all type of shit
But I'm numbed up through all of it
It done kicked in, I'm on now, and I'm out of my top
Hit that block, the window roll down, and we let them shots off
Cemetery, cemetery, bodies right on my block
Pall bearer, get 'em buried, I'm gon' get 'em knocked off
Okay, Ace of Spades, poker face, Wockhardt, walking dead
In that new Mulsanne like I'm insane
Blow out the brain, I spark the lead
Walk, arm stretched, accurate
I say, "Shoot up where he stay"
Most time I be full of meds
Kill switch, leave a nigga dead
Ten say we go ten for ten
Slimes for slimes, that's head to head
Creeper when I'm walkin' in
Slang that iron for the slain ones dead
Nigga, you gon' watch your mouth
I'ma put you up, that's how we gon' play it
I'll equip again, back to the Nawf
I be posted where they bangin' red
I run that money up, I could fill a Brinks truck
On Dump, they gone die in here, if they try to breach us
Bitch, why you try to run? You ain't know your cleats stuck
Blow the strap and leave you laid out with your feet up
Nigga try to walk like Top, like, they want be us
Bitch, we the reason your brother murder got your tension up (damn)
I say, "God be with them niggas," talkin' 'bout zippin' us
I'm that nigga, made them ship them juvies from the Parish, what you sayin'?
It done kicked in, I'm on now, and I'm out of my top
Hit that block, the window roll down, and we let them shots off
Cemetery, cemetery, bodies right on my block
Pall bearer, get 'em buried, I'm gon' get 'em knocked off
Okay, Ace of Spades, poker face, Wockhardt, walking dead
In that new Mulsanne like I'm insane
Blow out the brain, I spark the lead
Walk, arm stretched, accurate
I say, "Shoot up where he stay"
Most time I be full of meds
Kill switch, leave a nigga dead
Ten say we go ten for ten
Slimes for slimes, that's head to head
Creeper when I'm walkin' in
Slang that iron for the slain ones dead
Nigga, you gon' watch your mouth
I'ma put you up, that's how we gon' play it
I'll equip again, back to the Nawf
I be posted where they bangin' red
Woah, woah, woah, woah (4KTrey)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Goddamn, BJ with another one)
Hahahaha, haha
Hahahahaha
It done kicked in, I'm on now, and I'm out of my top
Hit that block, the window roll down, and we let them shots off
Cemetery, cemetery, bodies right on my block
Pall bearer, get 'em buried, I'm gon' get 'em knocked off
Okay, Ace of Spades, poker face, Wockhardt, walking dead
In that new Mulsanne like I'm insane
Blow out the brain, I spark the lead
Walk, arm stretched, accurate
I say, "Shoot up where he stay"
Most time I be full of meds
Kill switch, leave a nigga dead
Ten say we go ten for ten
Slimes for slimes, that's head to head
Creeper when I'm walkin' in
Slang that iron for the slain ones dead
Nigga, you gon' watch your mouth
I'ma put you up, that's how we gon' play it
I'll equip again, back to the Nawf
I be posted where they bangin' red
Leanin' off that kickstand
I say drive that Rolls in case
Go and find my hitman, he know I love to clean up mess
4L tatted, 'round my neck
Let's get active, then press next
Bitch, that caption will get you stretched
Cut back massive, hit him, wreck
On sight clap 'em, and don't miss
Clean the city, FEMA wrist
AP fashion, mean his wrist
Murder one, I seen the shit
Just light, and they got the top down
You would think I'm Ken, got hella bricks
He a demon baby but he Heaven-sent
They don't weigh the same, that's a heavy stick
Roller coaster when the MAC-11 spit
F*ck you mean you ain't eatin', nigga?
Take him out, this ain't no Belly shit
Interruptin' my meal, nigga
Separate his ass on some section shit
Gang ties in them people eyes
Seen my mans in all type of shit
But I'm numbed up through all of it
It done kicked in, I'm on now, and I'm out of my top
Hit that block, the window roll down, and we let them shots off
Cemetery, cemetery, bodies right on my block
Pall bearer, get 'em buried, I'm gon' get 'em knocked off
Okay, Ace of Spades, poker face, Wockhardt, walking dead
In that new Mulsanne like I'm insane
Blow out the brain, I spark the lead
Walk, arm stretched, accurate
I say, "Shoot up where he stay"
Most time I be full of meds
Kill switch, leave a nigga dead
Ten say we go ten for ten
Slimes for slimes, that's head to head
Creeper when I'm walkin' in
Slang that iron for the slain ones dead
Nigga, you gon' watch your mouth
I'ma put you up, that's how we gon' play it
I'll equip again, back to the Nawf
I be posted where they bangin' red
I run that money up, I could fill a Brinks truck
On Dump, they gone die in here, if they try to breach us
Bitch, why you try to run? You ain't know your cleats stuck
Blow the strap and leave you laid out with your feet up
Nigga try to walk like Top, like, they want be us
Bitch, we the reason your brother murder got your tension up (damn)
I say, "God be with them niggas," talkin' 'bout zippin' us
I'm that nigga, made them ship them juvies from the Parish, what you sayin'?
It done kicked in, I'm on now, and I'm out of my top
Hit that block, the window roll down, and we let them shots off
Cemetery, cemetery, bodies right on my block
Pall bearer, get 'em buried, I'm gon' get 'em knocked off
Okay, Ace of Spades, poker face, Wockhardt, walking dead
In that new Mulsanne like I'm insane
Blow out the brain, I spark the lead
Walk, arm stretched, accurate
I say, "Shoot up where he stay"
Most time I be full of meds
Kill switch, leave a nigga dead
Ten say we go ten for ten
Slimes for slimes, that's head to head
Creeper when I'm walkin' in
Slang that iron for the slain ones dead
Nigga, you gon' watch your mouth
I'ma put you up, that's how we gon' play it
I'll equip again, back to the Nawf
I be posted where they bangin' red
Woah, woah, woah, woah (4KTrey)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (yeah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Goddamn, BJ with another one)
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
3am
(Ferno spazzed on this motherf*cka)
My Brother
(Ayo 'Lari, this shit fire)
I wonder how the Rolls look in Bogata up at three in the mornin'
Feel as no one feignin' for you like I do, feignin' for blood like I do
I feel no one gon' love me like my mother
I'm straight from the gutta, go to war with my brothers (mm-hmm)
How I'm 'pose to trust 'em when they competin' with each other
Some shit you just don't do
I heard them niggas inside
I'ma pay for it to clear out the room
I heard them niggas been tryna compromise
Tellin' the other side when we move
Shorty so ran through it's a shame
F*ck with me when you through with your mans
F*ck up that money, charge it to the game
Stackin' that shit, you better not spend a thing
Codeine, THC, sit on top of my pain
He get left in the streets, hittas blow out his brain
Nobody know nothin' 'bout it
Behind this shit they ridin'
Bro been gone off roxies
Real pallbearer, runnin' with them gravediggers
Tell them niggas put the body on side me
I'ma choose by choice, don't involve my heart
Callin' bro but he probably on a high speed
Nobody know nothin' 'bout it
Behind this shit they ridin'
They ridin'
They ridin'
I wonder how the Rolls look in Bogata up at three in the mornin'
Feel as no one feignin' for you like I do, feignin' for blood like I do
I feel no one gon' love me like my mother
I'm straight from the gutta, go to war with my brothers (mm-hmm)
How I'm 'pose to trust 'em when they competin' with each other
Some shit you just don't do
Nobody know nothin' 'bout it
Nobody know nothin' 'bout it
Nobody, nobody know nothin' 'bout it
My Brother
(Ayo 'Lari, this shit fire)
I wonder how the Rolls look in Bogata up at three in the mornin'
Feel as no one feignin' for you like I do, feignin' for blood like I do
I feel no one gon' love me like my mother
I'm straight from the gutta, go to war with my brothers (mm-hmm)
How I'm 'pose to trust 'em when they competin' with each other
Some shit you just don't do
I heard them niggas inside
I'ma pay for it to clear out the room
I heard them niggas been tryna compromise
Tellin' the other side when we move
Shorty so ran through it's a shame
F*ck with me when you through with your mans
F*ck up that money, charge it to the game
Stackin' that shit, you better not spend a thing
Codeine, THC, sit on top of my pain
He get left in the streets, hittas blow out his brain
Nobody know nothin' 'bout it
Behind this shit they ridin'
Bro been gone off roxies
Real pallbearer, runnin' with them gravediggers
Tell them niggas put the body on side me
I'ma choose by choice, don't involve my heart
Callin' bro but he probably on a high speed
Nobody know nothin' 'bout it
Behind this shit they ridin'
They ridin'
They ridin'
I wonder how the Rolls look in Bogata up at three in the mornin'
Feel as no one feignin' for you like I do, feignin' for blood like I do
I feel no one gon' love me like my mother
I'm straight from the gutta, go to war with my brothers (mm-hmm)
How I'm 'pose to trust 'em when they competin' with each other
Some shit you just don't do
Nobody know nothin' 'bout it
Nobody know nothin' 'bout it
Nobody, nobody know nothin' 'bout it
Writer: Jason Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Emotional Torn
Mm
Mm-hmm
Mm-mm
Say my prayers, so I know I'm protected soon as I walk in
Seemin' like that I'm the one that they don't wanna see win
I need my brother, just like my backbone, you more than my friend
Who gone be here by the time my bag gone? Hope more than my kids
Gunnin' for your love like a touchdown
Baby girl, you good, it's just us now
Full of drugs, seem I'm stranded with no trust found
I'd go crazy if I couldn't buy you a bustdown
You get it, a married woman need they riches
I feel it, I had to go hard for her to get it
I just left, I ain't comin' right back
Got off my ass got straight to business
I'm so up, don't wanna go back
I don't want no straps inside this Bentley
They don't wanna give me a chance
They say that I promote the killin'
It's too bad, I really speak it
It's too bad, I really live it
Catch my cut, can't throw dat glizzy
Me and Ben10 jumpin' fences
Take his sack and leave that pendant
Said I'm with you, then I meant it
Hold on, crossroad, that shit gon' cost all 'em
Whenever I go just make sure you don't fall for 'em
Step on him 'bout my bros, Lord knows I don't wan' lose none
I'm ready for you to come home, soon as the truth come
Say my prayers, so I know I'm protected soon as I walk in
Seemin' like that I'm the one that they don't wanna see win
I need my brother, just like my backbone, you more than my friend
Who gone be here by the time my bag gone? Hope more than my kids
Gunnin' for your love like a touchdown
Baby girl, you good, it's just us now
Full of drugs, seem I'm stranded with no trust found
I'd go crazy if I couldn't buy you a bustdown
Feel if I ain't had it, you wouldn't be with me
You gon' go and be with a nigga who would provide you with it
Screamin' "f*ck yo brother," yeah, who's side you pickin'?
I feel I'm right, so I don't give a f*ck about which way it go
Make my way through the night, I cannot pace slow
All this shit been crazy, I think 'bout Draco
You lied, ain't to my face, it's straight to my soul
Pussy-ass nigga ain't safe, gon' get his head blown
Grew up havin' to play inside that red zone
Send one, I'm sendin' it back, we call that ping-pong
I lay alone, kickin' it back, tryna get my head on
I got nothin' but meds in my Styrofoam
I'll be patchin' up my pain 'til I'm dead and gone
Gunnin' for your love like a touchdown
Baby girl, you good, it's just us now
Full of drugs, seem I'm stranded with no trust found
I'd go crazy if I couldn't buy you a bustdown
Say my prayers, so I know I'm protected soon as I walk in
Seemin' like that I'm the one that they don't wanna see win
I need my brother, just like my backbone, you more than my friend
Who gone be here by the time my bag gone? Hope more than my kids
Who gone be here by the time my bag gone? Hope more than my kids
Mm-hmm
Mm-mm
Say my prayers, so I know I'm protected soon as I walk in
Seemin' like that I'm the one that they don't wanna see win
I need my brother, just like my backbone, you more than my friend
Who gone be here by the time my bag gone? Hope more than my kids
Gunnin' for your love like a touchdown
Baby girl, you good, it's just us now
Full of drugs, seem I'm stranded with no trust found
I'd go crazy if I couldn't buy you a bustdown
You get it, a married woman need they riches
I feel it, I had to go hard for her to get it
I just left, I ain't comin' right back
Got off my ass got straight to business
I'm so up, don't wanna go back
I don't want no straps inside this Bentley
They don't wanna give me a chance
They say that I promote the killin'
It's too bad, I really speak it
It's too bad, I really live it
Catch my cut, can't throw dat glizzy
Me and Ben10 jumpin' fences
Take his sack and leave that pendant
Said I'm with you, then I meant it
Hold on, crossroad, that shit gon' cost all 'em
Whenever I go just make sure you don't fall for 'em
Step on him 'bout my bros, Lord knows I don't wan' lose none
I'm ready for you to come home, soon as the truth come
Say my prayers, so I know I'm protected soon as I walk in
Seemin' like that I'm the one that they don't wanna see win
I need my brother, just like my backbone, you more than my friend
Who gone be here by the time my bag gone? Hope more than my kids
Gunnin' for your love like a touchdown
Baby girl, you good, it's just us now
Full of drugs, seem I'm stranded with no trust found
I'd go crazy if I couldn't buy you a bustdown
Feel if I ain't had it, you wouldn't be with me
You gon' go and be with a nigga who would provide you with it
Screamin' "f*ck yo brother," yeah, who's side you pickin'?
I feel I'm right, so I don't give a f*ck about which way it go
Make my way through the night, I cannot pace slow
All this shit been crazy, I think 'bout Draco
You lied, ain't to my face, it's straight to my soul
Pussy-ass nigga ain't safe, gon' get his head blown
Grew up havin' to play inside that red zone
Send one, I'm sendin' it back, we call that ping-pong
I lay alone, kickin' it back, tryna get my head on
I got nothin' but meds in my Styrofoam
I'll be patchin' up my pain 'til I'm dead and gone
Gunnin' for your love like a touchdown
Baby girl, you good, it's just us now
Full of drugs, seem I'm stranded with no trust found
I'd go crazy if I couldn't buy you a bustdown
Say my prayers, so I know I'm protected soon as I walk in
Seemin' like that I'm the one that they don't wanna see win
I need my brother, just like my backbone, you more than my friend
Who gone be here by the time my bag gone? Hope more than my kids
Who gone be here by the time my bag gone? Hope more than my kids
Writer: David Morse, Jackson LoMastro, Jason Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden, Michael Washington, Nima Jahanbin, Paimon Jahanbin
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.
Doomed
(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
(What up Foster?)
Yeah
Slime
Mm-hmm
How many hours or how many days
It's gonna take for it to clear out my mind?
Or maybe this shit gon' forever be with me
I just gotta handle with time
Can you help me understand what's wrong?
I'm in it, can't quit it, we slangin' that iron
Keepin' my distance to cherish my time
Show how I feel without givin' no sign
Mm, mm-hmm, who I want, you who I don't wanna lose
Mm-hmm, fallin' over you now I'm your fool
Mm-hmm, mm, all out war, play games it make me break rules
Mm-hmm, the outcome it might leave us all doomed
I say it's whatever, I turned to the devil
I'ma live like a villain forever, forever
I'm the man and indeed you better be special
Hit my weed but still ain't clever
Slime keep four keys, preach like reverends
Killed three, Dump died, still ain't settled
Night time creep, take five, I'm ready
Love came in ain't make shit better
Gotta go through the dirt, I'm prepared for the worse
It ain't nothin' bout this shit I say special
But the way that they floppin' because of the bezel
I call out the issues, I'm namin' out several
Either way it could go so I gotta be careful
I'm in love with your body, you don't give me no pleasure
Devastate you with knowledge, a statement could kill us
Just watch how you talkin' when I'm in the picture
How many hours or how many days
It's gonna take for it to clear out my mind?
Or maybe this shit gon' forever be with me
I just gotta handle with time
Can you help me understand what's wrong?
I'm in it, can't quit it, we slangin' that iron
Keepin' my distance to cherish my time
Show how I feel without givin' no sign
Mm-mm, to you, you make me feel I should prove
Mm-mm, start then stop, these gimmicks got me rude
Just for the W, 10 with a stick, he gon' come out the roof
Stay with the shit, let it hit, pull it back then he lettin' it boom
You know that I'm lovin' you, I believe you love me without no proof
Do they really f*ck with me, seein' this shit, it ain't clear as the moon
Mm, mm-hmm, who I want, you who I don't wanna lose
Mm-hmm, fallin' over you now I'm your fool
Mm-hmm, mm, all out war, play games it make me break rules
Mm-hmm, the outcome it might leave us all doomed
How many hours or how many days
It's gonna take for it to clear out my mind?
Or maybe this shit gon' forever be with me
I just gotta handle with time
Can you help me understand what's wrong?
I'm in it, can't quit it, we slangin' that iron
Keepin' my distance to cherish my time
Show how I feel without givin' no sign
(What up Foster?)
Yeah
Slime
Mm-hmm
How many hours or how many days
It's gonna take for it to clear out my mind?
Or maybe this shit gon' forever be with me
I just gotta handle with time
Can you help me understand what's wrong?
I'm in it, can't quit it, we slangin' that iron
Keepin' my distance to cherish my time
Show how I feel without givin' no sign
Mm, mm-hmm, who I want, you who I don't wanna lose
Mm-hmm, fallin' over you now I'm your fool
Mm-hmm, mm, all out war, play games it make me break rules
Mm-hmm, the outcome it might leave us all doomed
I say it's whatever, I turned to the devil
I'ma live like a villain forever, forever
I'm the man and indeed you better be special
Hit my weed but still ain't clever
Slime keep four keys, preach like reverends
Killed three, Dump died, still ain't settled
Night time creep, take five, I'm ready
Love came in ain't make shit better
Gotta go through the dirt, I'm prepared for the worse
It ain't nothin' bout this shit I say special
But the way that they floppin' because of the bezel
I call out the issues, I'm namin' out several
Either way it could go so I gotta be careful
I'm in love with your body, you don't give me no pleasure
Devastate you with knowledge, a statement could kill us
Just watch how you talkin' when I'm in the picture
How many hours or how many days
It's gonna take for it to clear out my mind?
Or maybe this shit gon' forever be with me
I just gotta handle with time
Can you help me understand what's wrong?
I'm in it, can't quit it, we slangin' that iron
Keepin' my distance to cherish my time
Show how I feel without givin' no sign
Mm-mm, to you, you make me feel I should prove
Mm-mm, start then stop, these gimmicks got me rude
Just for the W, 10 with a stick, he gon' come out the roof
Stay with the shit, let it hit, pull it back then he lettin' it boom
You know that I'm lovin' you, I believe you love me without no proof
Do they really f*ck with me, seein' this shit, it ain't clear as the moon
Mm, mm-hmm, who I want, you who I don't wanna lose
Mm-hmm, fallin' over you now I'm your fool
Mm-hmm, mm, all out war, play games it make me break rules
Mm-hmm, the outcome it might leave us all doomed
How many hours or how many days
It's gonna take for it to clear out my mind?
Or maybe this shit gon' forever be with me
I just gotta handle with time
Can you help me understand what's wrong?
I'm in it, can't quit it, we slangin' that iron
Keepin' my distance to cherish my time
Show how I feel without givin' no sign
Writer: Jack Cohen-Mungan, Jacob Cornelius, Jason Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden, Zachary Foster
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Top Say
(Cook it up, Jerome)
(KiddFreddo)
I grew up bumpin' him, couldn't dream of him just hatin' on me
I say f*ck a nigga, I say face somethin' (baow)
I say race somethin' (yeah), I say take somethin' (pussy)
I say whack somethin' (yeah), I say take somethin'
Killin' shit for years and I ain't dead yet
You can find Youngboy where that red at
It ain't beef nigga, if they don't kill yo' mama
You a bitch nigga and I said that
On that gang shit they gon' turn up on us
That boy dead, gang did that
Had to knock a few of them bitches first
'Fore them scary motherf*ckers spin back
Top say
Let him keep on talkin', he's a dead man
Hold on, Top say
We gon' do that talkin' with them dirty pistols
Bitch, how you gon' bang out with some dirty niggas? (Let's go)
Standin' with this money, I'ma murder figure
You know we leave you in the caskets with no brain (on God)
They know 10, the youngest of us all, still left a stain (yeah)
R.I.P. Dump, murder gang, bitch, don't bring up that name (yeah)
Flexin' all on these pussy bitches in a big watch with big chains
My bad for bumpin' your music when I was younger
I ain't know you was just a hatin' bitch
When I met that ho I was f*ckin' off
When I saw that post, doin' the same shit
Let you have a verse? (What?)
Nigga, let me have yo' brain bitch
This money a never ever cover up
All these motherf*ckin' diamonds steady glistenin'
Top say
Let him keep on talkin', he's a dead man
Hold on, Top say
We gon' do that talkin' with them dirty pistols
Bitch, how you gon' bang out with some dirty niggas? (Let's go)
Standin' with this money, I'ma murder figure
I grew up bumpin' him, couldn't dream of him just hatin' on me
I say f*ck a nigga, I say face somethin' (baow)
I say race somethin' (yeah), I say take somethin' (pussy)
I say whack somethin' (yeah), I say take somethin'
(KiddFreddo)
I grew up bumpin' him, couldn't dream of him just hatin' on me
I say f*ck a nigga, I say face somethin' (baow)
I say race somethin' (yeah), I say take somethin' (pussy)
I say whack somethin' (yeah), I say take somethin'
Killin' shit for years and I ain't dead yet
You can find Youngboy where that red at
It ain't beef nigga, if they don't kill yo' mama
You a bitch nigga and I said that
On that gang shit they gon' turn up on us
That boy dead, gang did that
Had to knock a few of them bitches first
'Fore them scary motherf*ckers spin back
Top say
Let him keep on talkin', he's a dead man
Hold on, Top say
We gon' do that talkin' with them dirty pistols
Bitch, how you gon' bang out with some dirty niggas? (Let's go)
Standin' with this money, I'ma murder figure
You know we leave you in the caskets with no brain (on God)
They know 10, the youngest of us all, still left a stain (yeah)
R.I.P. Dump, murder gang, bitch, don't bring up that name (yeah)
Flexin' all on these pussy bitches in a big watch with big chains
My bad for bumpin' your music when I was younger
I ain't know you was just a hatin' bitch
When I met that ho I was f*ckin' off
When I saw that post, doin' the same shit
Let you have a verse? (What?)
Nigga, let me have yo' brain bitch
This money a never ever cover up
All these motherf*ckin' diamonds steady glistenin'
Top say
Let him keep on talkin', he's a dead man
Hold on, Top say
We gon' do that talkin' with them dirty pistols
Bitch, how you gon' bang out with some dirty niggas? (Let's go)
Standin' with this money, I'ma murder figure
I grew up bumpin' him, couldn't dream of him just hatin' on me
I say f*ck a nigga, I say face somethin' (baow)
I say race somethin' (yeah), I say take somethin' (pussy)
I say whack somethin' (yeah), I say take somethin'
Writer: Braxton Troxel, Friendlor Nominey, Jerome Velazquez, Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Until I Return is the fifteenth solo mixtape by American rapper YoungBoy Never Broke Again. It was released on November 13, 2020, by Never Broke Again and Atlantic Records. The mixtape was released completely solo without any features.
The mixtape debuted at No. 10 on the Billboard 200 albums chart.
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YoungBoy Never Broke AgainThe mixtape debuted at No. 10 on the Billboard 200 albums chart.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Length: 40:15
Released: November 13th, 2020
Year: 2020