Tag: AP

[Verse 1]
Louis V on, I got on VLONE
I just bought a new chain, that bitch three-tone
I’m in Designer, red bottoms spiked up like pinecones
Spike the pineapple, double cup styrofoam
I got the AP and the Rollie switching time zones
You could turn off all the lights, I put them diamonds on
We the Big Tymers, nigga, we get our shine on
My trap house like a pop-up, the line long

[Hook]
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit

[Verse 2]
Left wrist a Rollie, VS diamonds all white
Putting Hitech in the Fanta, only mix the Act with Sprite
Kick that bitch up out the spot if she ain’t acting right
Cookie, Percs, and lean, nigga, I’m up there with the satellites
Hood nigga shooting dice, I’m just fucking, that’s your wife
I’ve been turning bitches into dice, skinny jeans fit me tight
Smoking cookie, fucking on a bitch with a pretty pussy
Been the same real one, nigga, I ain’t never, ever been a pussy
I got dope on my Rollie, you would think a nigga was still cooking
Diamonds so wet, damn, I think it got your bitch gushing
Got your bitch looking, got on red bottoms like I’m a Christian
With them bricks in, I’ma fuck up the kitchen
Put the dick in her and I make her kiss
Put on the AP when I go to Michigan
Rocking the VLONE, long as you can’t get it
"How you do three-tone?" Mind your business
Hundred round, hundred niggas pull up with it
‘Bout to go put me some tint on the Bentley
Bought Gucci and Prada, or Louis and Fendi
I’m wet like a pool, I’m fresh like some lettuce
Designer head to toe, I just went and spent me a ten at Lenox

[Hook]
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit

[Intro]
Boy they already know what it is when I talk this shit here
Dae Dae let’s go and give it to ’em boy
Let’s go’n get ’em out the way, it’s a new wave nigga

[Verse 1]
Neck piece too lit, this bitch too lit
AP two bricks, bad bitch too thick
Fashion, oohwee, backend, oohwee
Kardashian, two piece, MAC or that Uzi
Trappin’ by pool creek, action when it’s ’bout me
They say you not the man in the streets
I’m flashy, now you got with the key
I crashed it, now I’m in that new straight A Jeep
It’s happenin’, they finally freed my fuckin’ brother D
Don’t panic, man time to turn up on them beats
I’m dangerous, oh you actin’ hard? nigga please
Gang with me, and we in the club one hundred deep nigga

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Verse 2]
Atlanta new wave, I got Bluray, woo
Still in the burbs, bitch I’m too paid
The Forgis make me swerve when I’m cruisin’
I know I make ’em nervous how I do this shit nigga
Pop the donk on Irving, leave the keys in the ignition
And I’m shooting like Curry nigga, try me I’ma swish it
My big chain nervous, I got racks and I got glizzy
In that blue excursion, I’m in traffic sitting on inches
I might go to Follies, go to Flame and throw a twenty
I might take her shopping buy her that but ain’t no feeling
She still go to college but her daddy don’t be tripping
And I’m with my partners, time to turn up with my niggas

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Verse 3]
It’s the new wave, I got blue rays
Might pull out the garage in the new Wraith
Fuck ’em if they hatin’, bitch I’m too paid
I’m clutchin’ ’cause they hatin’ but it’s cool, hate
My bitch too lit, your bitch my bitch
Big rim, big crib, four-fifth, right here
I won’t let you try me ever ever again
This lil bitch want molly, she want percs and shit (molly percocets)
You know it ain’t no problem, we gon’ work the shit
Order up them bottles, Dae Dae got this bitch lit
And we want them hoes that bring all her friends
We got this bitch loaded, go’n and turn up, yeah

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, it’s a knife and all, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah nigga, I hit your wife and all, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah, this a plain AP, but I got a lotta watches, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga made a whole lotta guala
Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah)
Main bitch fuckin’ my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (fool)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin’ (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier
Catch a nigga ridin’ down College (skrt skrt)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down [?]
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage
We don’t talk about it, we shotters
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)
I’m a street nigga and a artist (street nigga)
And I’m gon’ hit my targets (voom voom)

[Verse 1: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
VVS’s drippin’ off my chain, hoe (ooh)
I be in them places that you can’t go (can’t go)
My brother down the road on tango (I still see him)
You rap niggas sweeter than a mango (pussy sweet)
TEC on me with the coolie on it
I’ma fuck around and squeeze (ooh)
Pain runnin’ through my veins
I don’t want the fame, I just wanna eat (ooh)
Rap niggas callin’ my phone
Fuck these niggas, these niggas ain’t G’s (one hunnit)
Spend on a lot of niggas, I ain’t spend no more
Fuck around and get robbed ’round me (fast)
Chain snatched
Watch snatched, don’t get it back (get it)
Chopper on you
Wrong move, get hit in the back (cutter)
I’m Young Savage
Real nigga, they vouchin’ for that (they vouchin’ for that)
I keep it on me
One in the head, I’m cockin’ it back
And I make your bitch drop it back
And I spend a dub in Saks
And I do a whole lot of drinkin’
I done put a hole in my kidney
Y’all niggas pussy like kittens (uh)
VVS’s on, I need mittens (VVS)
Nigga, we ain’t leavin’ no witness
Stomp a nigga ’til he need stitches (woah)
I ain’t never played no victim
Every nigga played, I killed him
Put a nigga in a blender, nigga, then we chop it up (then we chop it up)
Put it in the Pyrex, nigga, then we lock it up (lock it up)
Put that bitch inside a Benz, she was in a Acura
Niggas be actin’ tough, I just be stackin’ up (I just be stackin’ up)
Used to ride around with Dracos, now I’m going platinum (platinum)

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga made a whole lotta guala (yeah)
Now I got a whole lotta problems (got a whole lotta)
Main bitch fuckin’ my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (ain’t trippin on ’em)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin’ (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier (yeah)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down College (ooh)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down [?] (get madder nigga)
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage (ain’t talk about it)
We don’t talk about it, we shotters (ain’t talk about it)
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (okay)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (okay)
I’m a street nigga and a artist (ooh)
And I’m gon’ hit my targets

[Verse 2: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga, put gold on denim (gold)
Nigga, I said it, I meant it (meant it)
Nigga, be fresh like mint (fresh)
Nigga on percs, I’m itchin’ (nigga)
Nigga, I stayed in the trenches (nigga)
Niggas still play in the trenches (nigga)
Stayed up late on missions (fool)
Sometimes we ain’t strike for a dime (for a dime)
If them niggas actin’ scared, I ride (I’m gon’ go)
When my brother got killed, I cried
I can’t let a nigga stop my stride (stride)
Gotta keep this shit goin’, gotta move (move)
If it come down to it, I’m bustin’ moves (fool)
I jump up out that vert with a Uzi (skrt)
These facts, lil’ nigga I’m the truth (truth)
You got goons, lil’ nigga, I got troops (I got troops)
They don’t got Instagrams ’cause they shoot (I got, I got)
Coulda got a four-door, I got a coupe (got that coupe)
Coulda fucked that bitch, I passed her to the crew (here you go)
Shiverin’ and shakin’, boy you ain’t gon’ shoot
Wright Street, man I ate a lot of soups

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga made a whole lotta guala
Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah)
Main bitch fuckin’ my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (fool)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin’ (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier
Catch a nigga ridin’ down College (skrt skrt)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down [?]
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage
We don’t talk about it, we shotters
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)
I’m a street nigga and a artist (street nigga)
And I’m gon’ hit my targets (voom voom)

Lyrics Young Thug – Relationship

Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know s**t gon’ get sloppy, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my b*tches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want her to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girl go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my b*tches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me.

No baby, your collection, won’t stand for it
You know you’re in relationship with all us
I get a few texts a day sayin’, “It’s all yours”
I got a few states on speed dial like good drugs
Get in your bag, uh, yeah, get in your bag, uh
Hundred new purse for a brat, uh, comin’ down the street, new Jag
Turbo b*tch ’bout to drag, nigga had M’s ‘fore a*s
Got a brand new b*tch, who that?
Rock the flooded AP, all black
White toes, give me a tan, cocaine, kilo tan
All a b*tch wanna do is shine, Audemars, pick which kind
I made you a starter, you went from a dime to a quarter
I Chico DeBarge it, I’m leaving that loud in apartments, yeah
Don’t play with a sergeant, I’m ready to spoil it
She suck on my dick, I’m hidin’ in the closet
I’m higher than the moon, three mil’ in the room
You get silver spoon, I bought you some goons.

Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know s**t gon’ get sloppy, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my b*tches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want her to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my b*tches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me.

I don’t do jet-skis, give me the yacht please
I made you queen status, check out my lean status
I’m in a relationship with all my b*tches, yeah
I put my dick inside her mouth before she left
Yeah, I built relationships with all my b*tches, yes
I put my dick right in her mouth before she act
I got your b*tch in a backpack versuri-lyrics.info
I paid extra for the crib, it got a kid shack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a game room
Got a penthouse in the back, it ain’t my main room
Tamika, Jo and Porsche they kept it silent
That’s the only reason I let ’em fly private.

Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know s**t gon’ get sloppy, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my b*tches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want her to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my b*tches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help meee.
Young Thug lyrics
Video Young Thug

[Intro]
Boy they already know what it is when I talk this shit here
Dae Dae let’s go and give it to ’em boy
Let’s go’n get ’em out the way, it’s a new wave nigga

[Verse 1]
Neck piece too lit, this bitch too lit
AP two bricks, bad bitch too thick
Fashion, oohwee, backend, oohwee
Kardashian, two piece, MAC or that Uzi
Trappin’ by pool creek, action when it’s ’bout me
They say you not the man in the streets
I’m flashy, now you got with the key
I crashed it, now I’m in that new straight A Jeep
It’s happenin’, they finally freed my fuckin’ brother D
Don’t panic, man time to turn up on them beats
I’m dangerous, oh you actin’ hard? nigga please
Gang with me, and we in the club one hundred deep nigga

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Verse 2]
Atlanta new wave, I got Bluray, woo
Still in the burbs, bitch I’m too paid
The Forgis make me swerve when I’m cruisin’
I know I make ’em nervous how I do this shit nigga
Pop the donk on Irving, leave the keys in the ignition
And I’m shooting like Curry nigga, try me I’ma swish it
My big chain nervous, I got racks and I got glizzy
In that blue excursion, I’m in traffic sitting on inches
I might go to Follies, go to Flame and throw a twenty
I might take her shopping buy her that but ain’t no feeling
She still go to college but her daddy don’t be tripping
And I’m with my partners, time to turn up with my niggas

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Verse 3]
It’s the new wave, I got blue rays
Might pull out the garage in the new Wraith
Fuck ’em if they hatin’, bitch I’m too paid
I’m clutchin’ ’cause they hatin’ but it’s cool, hate
My bitch too lit, your bitch my bitch
Big rim, big crib, four-fifth, right here
I won’t let you try me ever ever again
This lil bitch want molly, she want percs and shit (molly percocets)
You know it ain’t no problem, we gon’ work the shit
Order up them bottles, Dae Dae got this bitch lit
And we want them hoes that bring all her friends
We got this bitch loaded, go’n and turn up, yeah

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Intro]
So what’s up with all that goddamn tough talk you had earlier on the phone, you know what I’m saying? When you said you was ‘gon goddamn do this and that to me?
You told me (freaky-deeky)
Where all that at? oh I thought so

You got high level confidence you knahmsayin’

[Chorus]
You said you’ gone fuck me to death when you see me
You said that, you said that
You said you ‘gone do me the worst, I remember you right said that
You said you ‘gone kiss from my neck to my chest to my naval and dick and nuts
We talked about everything, then you know that we got us some making up
I lick on that puss on a pill, and I make her stand up like some bunny ears
I bite on that butt, then I suck on her toes and her soul go outta here
She look at him like he ‘gone kill her and I turn ’round and light like I’m Dr. Phil
Let’s get freaky deeky around here

Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to say now)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to say now)
Say it now (Jeffery!), ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 1]
I got the door unlocked
And I know right now she’d rather have my dick than a watch
And I’m not right about her friend, but I got a strong feeling she’ll take real charge and run into the narcs
And I’m seeing all your emotions, came a long way from roaches
Ride around the ‘berg get the rollie
I ain’t ever need a nothing brodie
I’m full pocket, macaroni
Rose-gold, AP, like a token
Bought that bitch a mink, now she cozy
Rather go to jail, I ain’t told ’em
I get excited when I see you
I’d rather freeze up and get shot when I see you
Oh, they dreaming and standing and I drive in the rear view
You cool, and you a real one
Let’s go to Africa, to the Pilgrim

[Chorus]
You said you’ gone fuck me to death when you see me
You said that, you said that
You said you ‘gone do me the worst, I remember you right when you said that
You said you ‘gone kiss from my neck to my chest to my naval and dick and nuts
We talked about everything, then you know that we got us some making up
I lick on that puss on a pill, and I make her stand up like some bunny ears
I bite on that butt, then I suck on her toes and her soul go outta here
She look at him like he ‘gone kill her and I turn ’round and light him like I’m bouta feel
Let’s get freaky deeky around here

Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 2]
Let’s make out last song
She get the last goal
I got some Actavis
I want the last dose
I got a good cash flow
But I don’t want the fast dough
Your daughter got filthy rich
I came right out the rat-hole
I smoked a whole eighth
I’m drinking codeine
I want some head in here
I don’t want no teeth
I should’ve called off
I’m bout to OD
Then I’m off like a golf ball
My two homies
Lay it up on me
I make her squirt on the couch
Private party on that blouse
We play for the Cavs, no beers
Every diamond on me, crystal clear
Molly on me, baby, take it off of me
CAT scan, white stuff on my jeans
Hit it from the back, loosen up her spleen
Say you mine, Imma take it off and raw dog

[Chorus 2]
You said you’ gone fuck me to death when you see me
You said that, you said that
You said you ‘gone do me the worst, I remember you right when you said that
You said you ‘gone kiss from my neck to my chest to my naval and dick and nuts
We talked about everything, then you know that we got us some making up
I lick on that puss on a pill, and I make her stand up like some bunny ears
I bite on that butt, then I suck on her toes and her soul go outta here
She look at him like he ‘gone kill her and I turn ’round and light him like I’m bouta feel
Let’s get freaky deaky around here

Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon’ get stopped tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want ’em to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Future]
No baby, your collection, won’t stand for it
You know you’re in relationship with all us
I get a few texts a day sayin’, “It’s all yours”
I got a few states on speed dial like good drugs
Get in your bag, uh, yeah, get in your bag, uh
Hundred new purse for a brat, uh, come to the street, new Jag
Chart broke, bitch ’bout to drag
Nigga had M’s ‘fore ass
Got a brand new bitch, who that?
Rock the flooded AP, all black
White toes, give me a tan
Cocaine, kilo tan
All a bitch wanna do is shine
Audemars, pick which kind
I made you a starter
You went from a dime to a quarter
I Chico DeBarge it
I’m leaving that loud in apartments, yeah
Don’t play with a sergeant, I’m ready to spoil it
She suck on my dick, I’m hidin’ in the closet
I’m hidin’ the dope, three mil’ in the room
You get silver spoon, I bought you some goons

[Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon’ get stopped tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want ’em to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me

[Verse 2: Young Thug & Future]
I don’t do jet-skis
Give me the yacht please
I made you queen status
Check out my lean status
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I put my dick inside her mouth before she left
Yeah, I built relationships with all my bitches, yes
I put my dick right in her mouth before she act
I got your bitch in a backpack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a kid shack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a game room
Got a penthouse in the back, it ain’t my main room
Tamika, Jo and Porsche kept it silent
That’s the only reason I let ’em fly private

[Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon’ get stopped tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want ’em to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me

[Bridge]
Dropped out of school and brought myself a chain
I must’ve taught myself a million things
I’m out the trap I can sell anything
I wish I would allow myself to hear this hoe’s dream
I pray my daughter never ever experience no train
I told her Colgate baby you gotta keep your teeth straight

[Verse 1]
Yeah, bae I’m flexing, extension
Brand new Rari, Smith and Wesson
Made myself ballin, hold my credit card
Speaking of credit, they all owe me, I got credit, yuh
Vrrrrr, V12, y’all ain’t ready dog
Trapping beats I’m like hurry up and buy
Extra draco for my pops, ’cause his birthday 4th of July
I’m so busy it’s making me feel like I’m in and out my kids’ lives

[Chorus]
Ooooooooooohhhhh
(I’m the father of six babies, you know what I’m sayin?)
New coupe, new shoes (new coupe, brand new shoes)
Red bottoms kicking, yeah I’m flossing on your pussy
Cameltoe big, I see the print inside the suit
Rose gold, my jewelry I’m in and out it too
Fuck them ’bout it too let them drive it with the few

[Post-hook]
All this fuckin money, has me switchin [???]
I’m livin right and they ain’t ever read a book
Chanel vintage, you can put it on the books
The way I whip that body, they charging me with cruelty
Don’t try to stop me, don’t you try to knock me
You see me got these crackers in the back
You gotta forgive my heart, I don’t mean to stunt like that (I don’t mean to do that to you you know what I’m sayin)

[Verse 2]
Red bottoms, I’m at Met-Gala (I’m bout to spaz)
Ain’t playin geek, I want every problem
Two thousand dollars for the newest snake collar
Been a swager, had dollar
Raw clean, Balmain (let’s get it)
Vintage swag (vintage hoe), New Celine (just want my glasses)
Hands dirty watch me turn them clean
Lil shawty hot, kerosene
Ima kill by any means
Favorite sound ching ching
Ima spray fake with my jeans
Ima turn up with my team
New condo on 17 (new condo hoe)
I turn none to something (I turned nothin to somethin)
AP match my jeans
Converse and McQueen
Pedi for my queen
Gambling, fuck these coins
[?] from the swing
Private jet livin’ (pussy ass nigga)
Ima go like beam (Ima go)
New backwoods no strings
I put ice in my cup
New pool, no chlorine

[Bridge]
Dropped out of school and brought myself a chain
I must’ve taught myself a million things
I’m out the trap I can sell anything
I wish I would allow myself to hear this hoe’s dream
I pray my daughter never ever experience no train
I told her Colgate baby you gotta keep your teeth straight

[Chorus]
OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH
New coupe, new shoes
Red bottoms kicking, yeah I’m flossing on your pussy
Cameltoe big, I see the print inside the suit
Rose gold, my jewelry I’m in and out it too
Fuck them ’bout it too let them drive it with the few

[Intro]
So what’s up with all that goddamn tough talk you had earlier on the phone, you know what I’m saying? When you said you was ‘gon goddamn do this and that to me?
You told me (freaky-deeky)
Wild ain’t it, oh I thought so

[Chorus]
You said you’ gone fuck me to death when you see me
You said that, you said that
You said you ‘gone do me the worst, I remember you right said that
You said you ‘gone kiss from my neck to my chest to my naval and dick and nuts
We talked about everything, then you know that we got us some making up
I lick on that puss on a pill, and I make her stand up like some bunny ears
I bite on that butt, then I suck on her toes and her soul go outta here
She look at him like he ‘gone kill her and I turn ’round and light like I’m bouta feel
Let’s get freaky deeky around here

Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now (Jeffery!), ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 1]
I got the door unlocked
And I know right now she’d rather have my dick than a watch
And I’m not right about her friend, but I got a strong feeling she’ll take real charge and run into the narcs
And I’m seeing all your emotions, came a long way from roaches
Ride around the ‘berg get the rollie
I ain’t ever need a nothing brodie
I’m full pocket, macaroni
Rose-gold, AP, like a token
Bought that bitch a million now she closing
Rather go to jail, I ain’t told ’em
I get excited when I see you
I’d rather freeze up and get shot when I see you
Oh, they dreaming and [?] and I drive in the rear view
You cool, and you a real one
Let’s go to Africa, to the Pilgrim

[Chorus]
You said you’ gone fuck me to death when you see me
You said that, you said that
You said you ‘gone do me the worst, I remember you right when you said that
You said you ‘gone kiss from my neck to my chest to my naval and dick and nuts
We talked about everything, then you know that we got us some making up
I lick on that puss on a pill, and I make her stand up like some bunny ears
I bite on that butt, then I suck on her toes and her soul go outta here
She look at him like he ‘gone kill her and I turn ’round and light him like I’m bouta feel
Let’s get freaky deeky around here

Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 2]
Let’s make out last song
She get the last goal
I got some Actavis
I want the last dose
I got a good cash flow
But I don’t want the fast dough
Your daughter got filthy rich
I came right out the rat-hole
I smoked a whole eighth
I’m drinking codeine
I want some head in here
I don’t want no teeth
I should’ve called off
I’m bout to OD
Then I’m off like a golf ball
My two homies
Lay it up on me
I make her squirt on the couch
Private party on that blouse
We play for the Cavs, no beers
Every diamond on me, crystal clear
Molly on me, baby, take it off of me
CAT scan, white stuff on my jeans
Hit it from the back, loosen up her spleen
Say you mine, Imma take it off and raw dog

[Chorus 2]
You said you’ gone fuck me to death when you see me
You said that, you said that
You said you ‘gone do me the worst, I remember you right when you said that
You said you ‘gone kiss from my neck to my chest to my naval and dick and nuts
We talked about everything, then you know that we got us some making up
I lick on that puss on a pill, and I make her stand up like some bunny ears
I bite on that butt, then I suck on her toes and her soul go outta here
She look at him like he ‘gone kill her and I turn ’round and light him like I’m bouta feel
Let’s get freaky deaky around here

Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Chorus: Alastair]
Uh, when the cameras show up, we show up
And roll up and roll out
Let them think what they think, it’s funny how
They didn’t get it then, so they won’t now
Yeah ’cause they don’t know us
They can’t say what they say
Don’t give us thoughts
Don’t need them anyway

[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah]
Everywhere I go, I gotta pose
Sittin’ on the throne with a ‘fro
Chillin’ with a prince at the BAFTA’s
Gold all over the globe
Any time I stress, I can get it from a rasta
Headside, kill ’em when they know
Didn’t want to know
Baby said, “Shh, you can hit it on the low”
You can hit it on the low, you can hit it on the low
Come in on your own, leave your knickers at the door
Yeah, I’m the AP, got the wonder tug-a-war
I don’t holla anymore, tryna make a nigga poor
Tryna hit me with the drink, no no
They might think, they don’t know
Let ’em talk ish, promo
‘Cause we don’t really care ’bout nothin’

[Chorus: Alastair]
Uh, when the cameras show up, we show up
And roll up and roll out
Let them think what they think, it’s funny how
They didn’t get it then, so they won’t now
Yeah ’cause they don’t know us
They can’t say what they say
Don’t give us thoughts
Don’t need them anyway

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
It’s Kind Ink, uh, canine
That kitty got me feelin’ like a canine
I’m just tryna live, baby, can I?
We at the KWest, startin’ KI’s
Woo, I just bought the whole LA out
Uh, live is a beach, bitch, lay out
Uh, hit the blunt, baby, what you gotta say now?
Woo, I know you want it, ow
Ha, get you higher than the Eiffel
Pour up, baby, put a lil’ ice too
Yeah, I remember back in high school
I used to have a girl that looked just like you
Yeah and with all of these flashbacks
Say ain’t no tellin’ what I might do

[Chorus: Alastair]
Uh, when the cameras show up, we show up
And roll up and roll out
Let them think what they think, it’s funny how
They didn’t get it then, so they won’t now
Yeah ’cause they don’t know us
They can’t say what they say
Don’t give us thoughts
Don’t need them anyway

[Verse 3: Stefflon Don]
Young man comin’ up from the corner
Nobody tryna set me if I wanna
Never have to worry ’bout if he give me the banana
Me haffi tell them na na na na na
Oh no no, slide in my DMs and my writs just froze
I’m too cold, don’t wanna play ’cause I’m gettin’ too old
What’s new? Bitch, I’m in the stu’
Hookin’ up with hurricane, mix with the flow
Tryna lock my wrists, mosquito, love the cold
If the track ain’t a track then the Don come through
My rule number 1 is don’t play a number 2
Talkin’ with my nigga, you will end up on the news
Messin’ with the paper that you racked up in views
Real, real ting, all I do is tell the truth

[Chorus: Alastair]
Uh, when the cameras show up, we show up
And roll up and roll out
Let them think what they think, it’s funny how
They didn’t get it then, so they won’t now
Yeah ’cause they don’t know us
They can’t say what they say
Don’t give us thoughts
Don’t need them anyway

[Outro: Tinie Tempah]
I know a girl from the ends
She likes to take it down low
She said she wanna let me inside
But her daddy said no
I know a girl with a woo
I call her Paris in my phone
I know a girl from the southside
That wanna take you all home

[Shout outs]

[Chorus]
Trappin’ n cappin’ I’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and the pots
I came up from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got that guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the blocks
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot
Trappin’ n cappin’ i’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and pots
I came up from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got that guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the block
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot

[Verse 1]
Sittin in the trap, money in my face
Trappin’ n cappin’ i’m switching from state to state
Mansion or condo I switch up the low case
100 thousand cash just for motivation
Jumped out the Wraith, then I hop in the i8
Derek Jeter, hit the pot like I beat the case
Pulled out a pistol, I shot with a K
Money get shooter and they poppin’ shit broad day
1 M, I just made it today
Came up from trappin’ n cappin’
I ate everything on the plate
Smokin’ on rocks, now I’m high in space
Call up my lawyer, you know he gon’ beat the case
Got the Draco, know we shoot with the 38
Grippin’ the rocket, I know that these niggas fake
Ferragamo on me, rockin the Gucci snake
Pull out the draco, he shot in the face

[Chorus]
Trappin’ n cappin’ I’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and the pots
I came up from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got the guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the block
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot
Trappin’ n cappin’ i’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and pots
I come from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got that guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the block
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot

[Verse 2]
Big Soulja, i’m the big homie
Mini Draco, gotta keep it on me
I came up from trappin’ n cappin’, they act like they know me
Put the bricks in a figure-four
I stand at your front door, ski mask with the Draco
Who wanna bih’ homie, shoot when I say so
Came up from trappin’ n cappin’ for pesos
150 bricks down Santiago
2018, Bentley truck Forgiato
Trappin’ n cappin’ M’s in Wells Fargo
Bricks coming in, swipe em by barcode
Trappin’ n cappin’ i’m smokin’ Gelato
100 pounds, nigga hit the lotto
Givenchy on me, I’m fly Aeropostale
Flip it like Future, this shit get colossal
Hop in the Lamborghini, full throttle!

[Chorus]
Trappin’ n cappin’ I’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and the pots
I came up from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got the guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the block
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot
Trappin’ n cappin’ i’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and pots
I come from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got that guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the block
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot

[Chorus]
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D

[Verse 1]
I got a Rollie and a AP
I’m all the way up, Bleek hittin’ Jay-Z
I’m paid in full, like Azie
You know I’m cooler than the AC
My shorty went left, but I’m still right
When I get the deal Imma still swipe
I could tell you what the money feel like
I could tell you what the money feel like
I had a rental and a few runners
The four pieces did a few numbers
Been gettin’ money for a few summers
I got them old and them new hundreds

[Chorus]
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D

[Verse 2]
Did a couple shows made 80 pack
Spent it all then I made it back
I stopped scalin’ got a plate of that
I know they mad I know they hated that
Did the whole dub but no jail could hold me
Realize I’m the one but they never told me
So pay me now you could never owe me
I got the white got the yellow Rollie
Cut the money, love me
Cut the money, love me
I gotta laugh ’cause your money funny
She don’t know how to act when the money ’round her
So much money broke the money counter

[Chorus]
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D

[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda

[Verse 1: Yung Tory]
I don’t know why these niggas talkin’
Like I don’t be with niggas that want lot from ’em
Leave ’em in the creek like its Dawson
Bitch I’m saucin’ baby I’m saucin’
So you should let me hit it ya
I came through at the gym, you never hit it raw
She gave her number but I didn’t call
She want a nigga lit I got alcohol
Ay girl if you ain’t tryna turn up, please don’t get involved
Shawty she a freak she gon take it off
Yeah take it off, holding when I’m playin’ golf
These niggas mad hatin’ on me shake ’em off
I just play my part
Girl you know I’mma fuck it all
Young nigga I’mma run it up
I don’t got no friends so who can I trust

[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
You niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Don’t take her to no crib, take her to hotels
I might buy her 1s, you buy that hoe Chanel
I might buy her food you gon’ do that hoe nails
Killas all around me, none of my niggas gon’ tell
Put that on my son
Ay, I’mma keep my gun
Ay, bitch I’m not the one
Ay, shootouts do not want one
Bitch yo’ dream on, bitch this is just a theme song
Bitch I am yo’ ringtone, 14 for these jeans hoe
I got my AP on, Loubs get my bleed on
Finessin’ til the weed gone
I got my dick eaten on
Yea, yeah yeah
Get some head inside the car
Hey, told that bitch that I’m a star
Shit, and that goes all on mars
She, fuck with percs, don’t fuck with bars yeah
Yeah yeah

[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
You niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water

[Outro: Yung Tory]
Yeah I’mma run it up
I don’t got no friends so who can I trust
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Young nigga I’mma run it up
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Yeah yeah
Yeah I’m yo’ father
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Run it up, run it up, run it up yeah

[Hook: K Camp]
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, bitch I’m big time
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine

[Verse 1: K Camp]
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
Threw that back though
We don’t wait in line
That’s an Audemar
Watch that bitch shine
Coulda bought a car
But I bought some diamonds
Thought you’d see me shining
Feel like Frankie Lymon
I know he ain’t got it
I can tell he lying
I can tell he trying
Bitch you know I’m up
If you want a feature, hit my booking up

[Hook: K Camp]
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, bitch I’m big time
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine

[Verse 2: Dae Dae]
Let the kid shine
Let my bitch shine
I ain’t got time to play
I got spots to lay
Hot Boy, Hot Boy
Young Weezy, AP, Young Juvie
TIP on that OG Kush
Yeah the King Louie, King Louie
This is an AP
This is a Rollie
This is a middle finger for the fuck niggas I hear (?)
This is set life, I got freak women presidential
Evidently they gon’ hate anyway, I got Camp with me

[Hook: K Camp]
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, bitch I’m big time
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine

Lyrics Young Thug – Gang up

I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And crame up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up.

2 Chaiiiinz (Yeahhh)
I’m a villanious winner
With precision, I’m killing
We resent the religion
Ended up independent
Took my car to the clinic
Let ’em check all the vitals
Middle finger to rivals
Michael Jackson, my idol
Still ducked in a pie hole
Told to the plug, everyday except cinco de mayo
I still got me a Carlo
Still got money, Carlo
Your car running so bad, it stink up to your parlour
Call my rollie a Ralo
Call my AP a app
I ain’t talking seat-belts when I say that I’m strapped
I’m in love with my side hoe
I sneak up through the side door
I’ma show you what we ride for
I’ma show you what we die for.

I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up.

I’m in my same lane, lane that ain’t gon’ ever change up
I blow the brain out the range like a tasandra
Here’s R.I.P. to Paul Walker homie, he gotta stand up
We had you main on us, no we got stains on us
And all we gotta do is stay down and come up while they flexin’ (What we gotta do)
Yeah, I got her Indian and she Western
Yeah, just say so, money your best friend
Then that fast and furious started nesting
Say I’m bout to go take off on you (Take off on you)
Is staying, is you rolling like a scroller? yes you are
Your ready to take off like a 1980 Coke
He know that Instagram shit, all you gon’ post that.

I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up.

Yeah, I’m always with my gang
We always ready to ride for the squad, we’ll do anything
Stay down, we’ll never change
We always gon’ stay the same
Put you in check, when you outta place
I try to tell ’em not to mess with my gang, gang, gang
We do what we gotta do and don’t complain-plain-plain
I’m on the road, I’m probably fresh up off the plane, plane, plane
Know you heard about me, I do my thang, thang, thang
I got the world on my back versuri-lyrics.info
I put your girl on her back
I did it all on my own
Now there ain’t no turning back
And my whole squad got my back
And shawty so bad, I asked her if she repped the gang, she said “Facts”
Gang, gang, gang.

I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang uppp.
Young Thug lyrics
Video up

Ain’t nobody studyin these lil pissy ass lil hoes man
Dat bitch know what the fuck going on.. I swear
(Chorus)
Bitch I’m the shit Bitch looka dis Gotta brick on my wrist Bitch looka dis
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Bitch talking shit, Big Boy get hit, come through shit gone get lit
Snow ball on your wrist
That’s a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea
God damnit That’s a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea

Thirty-Six Thirty-Six Thirty-Six this bitch thick
Brick on my wrist, I talk shit, suck my dick hoe
Bitch ain’t shit change in the bricks with the jits hoe
Licks, after Licks, after Licks, after Licks Go
I told the bitch I don’t know what to tell her
That shit you talking bout don’t add up to a bezel
I get this shit brackin I’m poppin cheddar
When nothing in flow put that bitch together
She went nothing in flow put that bitch together
If I don’t like the weather, I change the weather
Get a nigga knocked off if just cost a feather
Brick on my wrist nigga know I’m better Skoob

(Chorus)
Bitch I’m the shit Bitch looka dis Gotta brick on my wrist Bitch looka dis
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea

Bitch talking shit Big Boy get hit Come through shit gone get lit
Snow ball on your wrist
That’s a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea

AP cost a brick, chain cost a brick, Skoob drink a fifth
Flip gone drop another six, a hunnid thousand for the ice
Reach for my jewelry you might lose your life
Diamonds hittin, I make movies like Spike
Bust down wedding ring, but I have no wife
Bricks on me, brick fair, blocks on me but no Telfair
Ice on me look like Kenmore
Stack, pray, stay away from squares
I to go harder to get some new water
Bro you look like a glacier from Antarctica
Bitch I’m the shit because my bag comes in larger
Box Chevy Flippa never ridin da MARTA

(Chorus)

Bitch I’m the shit Bitch looka dis Gotta brick on my wrist Bitch looka dis
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Bitch talking shit, Big Boy get hit, come through shit gone get lit
Snow ball on your wrist
That’s a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea
Damnit That’s a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea

[Hook: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
I’m in the back of that Maybach
Me and your bitch, we go way back
Ain’t doing no flexing, this straight facts
Me and Young Dexter blow more racks (hold on Rich)
You run up on me, push your shit back
Count up the money, need more stacks
Wait, I do the drugs and I’m healing
Diamonds on me cost a building

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
AP got her skating
Run to the money, we racing
She a freak, swallow children
New foreign cost a building
Don’t trap where you stay, man they come in your building
Bad bitch look a million
She wanna suck on my children
All of this money I’m feeling
Dug in the pussy and make her feel it
Fuck nigga thought I wouldn’t make a milly
Goyard come from K
Foreign bitches in the Wraith
Hold on, she wanna party with Dexter
Sucking dick, I just met her
You run up on me, you get way up
Diamonds my neck, you think I got hiccups, yeah

[Hook: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
I’m in the back of that Maybach
Me and your bitch, we go way back
Ain’t doing no flexing, this straight facts
Me and Young Dexter blow more racks (hold on Rich)
You run up on me, push your shit back
Count up the money, need more stacks
Wait, I do the drugs and I’m healing
Diamonds on me cost a building

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
Sipping that syrup, pull up her skirt
Put this money in her purse
This bitch she get on my nerves
Balmains so tight I’ma Jerk
Rich Forever goin’ rich way
They copy the wave, I’m sensei
I just might pull out that Bentley
You got your Rollie off eBay
Finessing your bitch, have a threeway
Hop in that Lamb, have a speed race
Yeah, Rich Forever on the map
Run up on me, blow your back
Molly water
Come to the trap, take your order
I was just broke and rode the MARTA
I pull up Rari but no Charger

[Hook: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
I’m in the back of that Maybach
Me and your bitch, we go way back
Ain’t doing no flexing, this straight facts
Me and Young Dexter blow more racks (hold on Rich)
You run up on me, push your shit back
Count up the money, need more stacks
Wait, I do the drugs and I’m healing
Diamonds on me cost a building

[Hook: Icewear Vezzo]
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Way up, way up
Nah, nah they wanna cut a deal I ain’t cuttin’ deals, they gon’ run the scrill’
Add us up it’s a 100 mill
Yeah, the first trip I had a 100 mill
Froze it all like water chill
Did it on my own I ain’t want a deal
Fuck the drama, put it on my mama if I wanna kill bitch I’m gonna kill
Catch me up, I won’t take the stand
I’m a real man I’m the son of Millz
Real man, I’m the son of Millz
Pour my sprite up, I like it ice cold
Tryna summer jam until the ice show
Used to have me a Breitlo
Now the daddy glowin’, I’m a lightshow
Louies on not the spikes though
Y’all be sippin’ [?] call it tight rope
Diamonds water, shit I might soak ya
Your bitch pussy deep I need a lifecoast
We gon’ buy it all if the price low
We gon’ ride the pussy if the shit too high
Baby mama said I get too high, light this bitch up once and [?] two times
[?] sip 8 lines
[?] chickens truck we gon’ get you fried
They love to cruise, say we get to live
Got a 100 on me, finna miss two pies

[Bridge: Icewear Vezzo]
Way up, way up
Way up, way up
I’m so fly, I’m so high

[Hook: Icewear Vezzo]
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
From Zone 6 to 6 Mile [?] crackhead walked six miles
Vezzo got six cars but Gucci got six styles
This a private club, you ain’t worth a milli you can’t get in
I got the molly [?] took half a gram it just kicked in
When I first start sellin’ dope I met this bitch named Angel
Put me on the lick, I kicked the door and said ‘thank ya’
See Guwop’s not a scratch of the [?]
Sold many pints of lean they think I’m Kurt Kobanga
You should pay attention to the ones boy be listenin’ to
AP’s on the both wristes boo
I stepped up my visual
They should make a holiday for the day that they let Gucci free
Fuck a turkey giveaway, Gucci givin’ out bricks way for free
Look at me and look at you, how the fuck could you write a hook for me
Slickest nigga ever lived, they should write a book ’bout me
Gucci just got out the FED’s but now he make a mill a week
Bring me out a currency and motherfuck your sympathy

[Hook: Icewear Vezzo]
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings

[Intro: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP going psycho
Little mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody
With all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no show
Got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony homo
For causing all the bozos

[Hook: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP going psycho
Little mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody
With all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no show
Got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you’re my friend
When I’m rolling through my ends so

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, the AP going psycho
My rollie going brazy
We’re hittin’ like..

[Intro]
Mally Mall

[Hook: Mally Mall + (2 Chainz)]
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Rock star, Pink Floyd every night
Get the Floyd money, nigga every night
24k gold on me every night
Blow European toy money every night (skrt)
Blow a mil and I make it back
Catch me in the drop top, ceilin’ back
Niggas throw shots, know we hit ’em back
At the top where we sittin’ at
Me and Mall back to back Wraith
Tell your bitch we got no space
Wavy like a sail boat
Fight night right by the rope
You wanna freestyle? I’m tryna stay free
Shots of Rose for the AP
Watch rocked up, gon’ climb on it
Blew 100 then I blew another 5 on it

[Hook: Mally Mall + (2 Chainz)]
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?

[Verse 2: IAmSu!]
A heartbreaking gangster
Paid for mobster
I promise to never take her for steak and lobster
Baby I’m a player, gotta take precaution
I take dates with options on a flight to Boston
And every flight first class
Hit JR, get a front pass
And at the top it’s just us now
Mally plugged me on the Rollie, it’s a bust down (clean)
In the Ritz like anywhere I touch down
Hoes used to diss us and they tryna fuck now
She in love with the high, not the come down
Party out in Vegas, let me take you to the compound
My life is a movie and I do my own stunts now
It’s flood Uzi and every bar is like (?)
And the smoke got my eyes on kung-pao
Did it for the Bay, got the world goin’ dumb now

[Hook: Mally Mall + (2 Chainz)]
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Gang!
Yeah
2 times, 2 times!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Purple water, pour up that berry that’s blue ring
Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that’s like 4 chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo’ baby mama in Mulsanne
Fashion week, fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
Hoes wanna fuck ’cause the fame, Ay! Ay!
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I’m late
.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
The streets left me hangin’ with some niggas I can eat with
Ridin’ through with Chicago with some boys on some street shit
Fuck a lot niggas’ hoes ’cause I’m on some me shit
Do a hit, don’t go by for yo’ mans, he know he hit
Real lean, you a fool you thinkin’ I drink hit
Pull up on yo’ bitch i8 drop I might hit the swift
Dab on ’em, AP in the trap I might jab on ’em
AP, I know them well I spend a couple thou on them
3 pills, they don’t mean shit don’t put no time in it
I ain’t talkin’ college with these dudes, I put like 5 in it
5 for the glasses, pussy niggas I see 5 men
Slide with me, crippin’ with homie free the guys nigga
2 shots from this Smith & why they trippin’
2 shots from this henny I can feel it
We come for niggas yeah we know the business
Rob me pussy niggas what’s the endin’, like
I stunt, gotta open trunk to the edges
I bust, get up close to me and see that .50
Like I must, get a 100 M’s before I’m 50
Like pie crust, sip so much lean that I broke my kidneys

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Purple water, pour up that berry that’s blue ring
Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that’s like 4 chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo’ baby mama in Mulsanne
Fashion week, fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
Hoes wanna fuck ’cause the fame, Ay! Ay!
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I’m late
.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
MAC is on me, niggas so do the Macarena, ay!
Two seater, me and my main fuck I eat her, ay!
Cool nigga, a pair of yeezys some Adidas, ay!
15 thousand, go up to 20 for a feature, ay!
2 pints, I was overseas gettin’ it too high
Too fly, I can get a mansion up in Dubai
Drive by, only one I land up in the Chi
Feds on me, and these niggas prayin’ I get 10 lives
Opps cats, and I know for sure they ain’t got 10 lives
Catch ’em down (?) tell a pussy nigga bye bye
Street nigga, way before Pac I was thug life
Got up, it fell down twice I was drugged twice
K snitch, bitch I’m gang gang hoe I can’t switch
Grey hits, I ain’t talkin’ music bitch I’m Ape shit
Fake shit, only come around ’cause we stay lit
Take shit, call Fat Boy Chubbs we gon’ tape shit
Man down, bitch my city lit, we don’t play ’round
Beefin’ with my boys, tell them pussy niggas stand down
Choppas mad rugers good night heard that gun sound
Gonna shoot a nigga in his shit watch the gun show

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Purple water, pour up that berry that’s blue ring
Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that’s like 4 chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo’ baby mama in Mulsanne
Fashion week, fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
Hoes wanna fuck ’cause the fame, Ay! Ay!
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I’m late
.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Gang!
Yeah
2 times, 2 times!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Purple water, pour up that berry that’s blue ring
Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that’s like 4 chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo’ baby mama in Mulsanne
Fashion (?) fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
Hoes wanna fuck ’cause the fame, Ay! Ay!
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I’m late
.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
The streets left me hangin’ with niggas I can eat with
Ridin’ through with Chicago with some boys on some street shit
Fuck a lot niggas’ hoes ’cause I’m on some me shit
Do a hit, don’t go by for yo’ mans, he know he hit
(?), you a fool you thinkin’ I drink hit
Pull up on yo’ bitch i8 drop I might hit the swift
Dab on ’em, AP in the trap I might jab on ’em
AP, I know them well I spend a couple thou on them
3 pills, they don’t mean shit don’t put no time in it
I ain’t talkin’ college with these dudes, I put like 5 in it
5 for glasses, pussy niggas I see 5 men
Slide with me, crippin’ with homie free the guys nigga
2 times for (?) that’s they trippin’
2 times from this henny I can feel it
We come for niggas yeah we know the business
Rob me pussy niggas was the endin’, like
I stunt, gotta open trunk to the edges
I bust, get up close to me and see that .50
Like I must, get a 100 M’s before I’m 50
Like pie crust, sip so much lean that I broke my kidneys

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Purple water, pour up that berry that’s blue ring
Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that’s like 4 chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo’ baby mama in Mulsanne
Fashion (?) fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
Hoes wanna fuck ’cause the fame, Ay! Ay!
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I’m late
.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
MAC is on me, niggas so doo-doo MAC go in the (?), ay!
Two seater, me and my main fuck I eat her, ay!
Cool nigga, a pair of yeezys some Adidas, ay!
15 thousand, go up to 20 for a feature, ay!
2 pints, I was underseas gettin’ it too high
Too fly, I can get a mansion up in Dubai
Drive by, only one I land up in the Chi
Feds on me, and these niggas prayin’ I get 10 lives
Opps cast, and I know for sure they ain’t got 10 lives
Catch ’em down (?) tell a pussy nigga bye bye
Street nigga, way before Pac I was thug life
Got up, it fell down twice I was drugged twice
K snitch, bitch I’m gang gang hoe I can’t switch
Grey hits, I ain’t talkin’ music bitch I’m Ape shit
Fake shit, only come around ’cause we stay lit
Take shit, call a (?) we gon’ tape shit
Man down, bitch my city lit, we don’t play ’round
Beefin’ with my boys, tell them pussy niggas stand down
Choppas mad rugers good night heard that gun sound
Gonna shoot a nigga and the shit watch the gun sound

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Purple water, pour up that berry that’s blue ring
Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that’s like 4 chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo’ baby mama in Mulsanne
Fashion (?) fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
Hoes wanna fuck ’cause the fame, Ay! Ay!
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I’m late
.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late

I got my diamonds on
You got your diamonds on
Watches on watches
I looked at her and I said, "Beautiful"
Baby let’s go have rich sex
Baby let’s go have rich sex
Make a little love on the rich sex
Rich sex, bitch

Baby let’s go and have rich sex
Make a little love on the rich sex
Baby let’s go and have rich sex
Baby girl, let’s have some rich sex
I’ma keep my AP on while I do it
We can keep an AP on while we do it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
When you look down, see my chains on
When you look down, see my chains on
When you’re ridin’ on me, see my chains on
When you’re ridin’ on me, keep my chains on (VVS)
Baby we can go and have rich sex
Baby girl, go and have rich sex
You ain’t ever ever had rich sex
You ain’t ever ever had rich sex

Never made love to a misfit
You never made love to a misfit
Come and kick a deal on some rich shit
I’ma keep it pimpin’ on some rich shit
We can do the show on the jet lift
Fuckin’ in the air on the jet, bitch
We can do the [?] over Vegas
Hundred thousand dollars for a watch, count fetti
Kiss on a nigga with his chains on, glistenin’
Fuck so good, got both of us dizzy
Do it lowkey, profile, get busy
Do it lowkey, profile, get busy
Got the Audemars Piguet on fleek
Got my number one freak in the sheets
And all she want is the D
And for me to keep this ice on me

Baby let’s go and have rich sex
Make a little love on the rich sex
Baby let’s go and have rich sex
Baby girl, let’s have some rich sex
I’ma keep my AP on while I do it
We can keep an AP on while we do it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
When you look down, see my chains on
When you look down, see my chains on
When you’re ridin’ on me, see my chains on
When you’re ridin’ on me, keep my chains on (VVS)
Baby we can go and have rich sex
Baby girl, go and have rich sex
You ain’t ever ever had rich sex
You ain’t ever ever had rich sex

Let’s stop for a while, have recess
Let’s stop for a while, have recess
Let’s kiss for a while, have recess
Let’s touch for a while, have recess
Do it for a while like a replay
Let me see you wind that ass up like a DJ
Run that back like a DJ
I know you see this big face
Chandelier froze for a bad one
Come and kick game in your ear while I smash you
And I keep them thangs in my ear while I’m smashin’
And I catch you hot like the flame and the passion
And I got the flash on deck, no battery
And I have some Tom Fords on while you suckin’ me
Cuban link hang off my neck, to your neck from my neck
To my watch and my chain [?]

Baby let’s go and have rich sex
Make a little love on the rich sex
Baby let’s go and have rich sex
Baby girl, let’s have some rich sex
I’ma keep my AP on while I do it
We can keep an AP on while we do it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
When you look down, see my chains on
When you look down, see my chains on
When you’re ridin’ on me, see my chains on
When you’re ridin’ on me, keep my chains on (VVS)
Baby we can go and have rich sex
Baby girl, go and have rich sex
You ain’t ever ever had rich sex
You ain’t ever ever had rich sex

[Intro]
Yeah, day party at my crib, you invited
Day party at my crib, bring a lighter
Don’t be going out by the deep-end if you can’t swim
Ain’t no lifeguard, yeah, I’m a trife God
Yeah, I’m a trench guard, yeah, hit up this park

[Hook]
Yeah, you gon’ need work, yeah, you gon’ leave work
Yeah, you gon’ need work, yeah, you gon’ leave work
Yeah, I’m in and out of the ville, yeah, I got a profit to get
I get to licking around, I get to pointing at bitches
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, what?
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, yeah
Day party at my crib, you invited
Day party at my crib, bring a lighter

[Verse]
BBQ, no key cools, no cheap shoes
Good sea food, good beach food
Should teach schools shit been cooped
Could thief jewel, unequal, illegal
I go to Gucci to mingle
Got ’em hot nose like a single
I make a left, hit the blinker
Hublot or the AP, both of ’em cost 80 piece
Mealtime, y’all can barely eat
I’m wired up, I can barely sleep
Told y’all niggas, most y’all niggas, showed y’all niggas
Coach y’all niggas, broke y’all niggas, smoked y’all niggas
Choked y’all niggas, poked y’all women
Had them chickens covered like Tabasco
Bales of weed down the street from the pasture
Got a garage filled up with Caspers
Me and my scale live happily ever after

[Hook]
Yeah, you gon’ need work, yeah, you gon’ leave work
Yeah, you gon’ need work, yeah, you gon’ leave work
Yeah, I’m in and out of the ville, yeah, I got a profit to get
I get to licking around, I get to pointing at bitches
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, what?
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, yeah
Day party at my crib, you invited
Day party at my crib, bring a lighter

[Verse 1]
10 years in, how you tryna lil’ bro me?
I ain’t [?] the one, but I ain’t the one and only
[?], with the molasses
You pose for the ‘gram, I’m tryna compose classics
They be in the mall tryna get a girl number
I be in the studio tryna kill ’em all Summer
We are not the same, I’m a different type of animal
I been up for days, gotta bunch of [?] stamina
I don’t need the Mary, I’m already elevated
Dressin’ like a thug but I’m hella educated
Readin’ at a college level in the fifth grade
Coulda went AP, well, um, hey
What you’re lookin’ at is young David in the flesh
They done messed around and let me get up off the bench
They thinkin’ it’s a given that Goliath gon’ be winnin’
But I ain’t lettin’ up, this is full court press

[Hook]
I ain’t goin’ back now
I done came too far to back down
I ain’t goin’ back now
I done came too far to back down, yeah

[Verse 2]
[?] and poetry, the potent production
I was the one that they said would be nothin’
I was the one that they said would be nothin’
I’ma be greater, it ain’t up for discussion
Pockets is empty, I’m feelin’ the hunger
I think it’s time that I run up the numbers
This ain’t a game, this as real as it gets
If I do it I’ma be the best, ya
I’ma buy my momma a house
I don’t care what none of you say
Everything I want I’ma have
I won’t let ’em get in the way
I remember when I used to hit you up
And I would never get replies
Got it poppin’, now you really friendly with me
Dawg, I see through the disguise

[Hook]
I ain’t goin’ back now
I done came too far to back down
I ain’t goin’ back now
I done came too far to back down, yeah

[Verse 3]
I been overlooked and underestimated for too long
I’m the rapper that your favorite rapper probably stealin’ from
Teachers said I would be nothin’
Hmm, I bet I prove her wrong
Don’t be mad because your children know the words to every song
Everyboy lookin’ thirsty, they do anything for likes
Take a selfie, all a sudden you a model overnight
I don’t care about what’s trending, I don’t feed into the hype
Man, I think it’s ’bout that time to bring the BS to the light
Used to hang my head low, now I’m pokin’ out my chest
I don’t really do this often, please excuse me while I flex
Back in 1998, momma gave birth to a legend
Told ’em that I gotta get it, now I came back for my seconds
I’m tired of sparin’ they feelings, it’s waste of my energy
They callin’ me fam, but really ain’t none of ’em kin to me
I don’t trust anybody, man, I don’t know your intentions
No, you cannot get a retweet, a like, not even a mention
Get out my face

[Outro]
This the part where I just hit the kill switch
I got hella problems that I’m tryna deal with
If you feel offended, sorry for the realness
Spit it so hard that an amputee can feel this
18, guess it’s time to become the man now
You can stay seated homie, I’ma stand out
Live and direct from the 973
This ain’t rappin’ this committin’
Homicide over beats, call 911!
I don’t plan on stoppin’ no time soon
Everybody claimin’ that they got the wave
But what’s a wave to a freakin’ typhoon?
They say when you independent you end up burnin’ all your pennies the harder way
Somebody tell these jokers that I didn’t come this far to go sign it all away

[Intro: Jerreau]

Yea
That’s just the shit that we do
Just the shit that we do
Is you wit it, is you wit it or not?
Uh
Probably not
[Verse 1: Jerreau]

One of my niggas got Beamer
Damn, all of my niggas Benz
I still need me a new Beamer, E30 stunt wit my friends
Let it all work out I’m a flex, I ain’t been in no body’s gym
I live and work in myspace
When you gon come out and play? What neighborhood kids say
You should see where I stay
You should come to LA
She need to see how I live, you should just pull up and chill
Really be keeping it real
Best secret, I never tell
I need to make me some dough
Pay me for all my ideas, to the order of Bankreau
That MF, with the shits – he really is (un)
Art on my walls
I need work on call
Need you to tell me you love me and show and all
I need consenting adults, who’s up when I call
Who know why I called and down for the cause (uh)
I know you know why I called
Need cause on my walls, floating stair cases and all
In door, out door living space – floor to ceiling windows
Need private estates. My very own Xscape (escape)
Sing to me ‘who can I run to’ tell me it be ok (un)
Stack for a Wraith, save for a rainy day
But that’s far and few between, now that I’m out in LA
Look, this shit is Summer league, I need bottles to pop
I need curfew, I never make it home before dark

[Hook: Jerreau]

We’ll buy champagne just to pop on the porch
We’ll buy champagne just to chill on the stump
Yup, that’s just the shit that we do
Yup, that’s just the shit that we do
Turn radio off, but we still gone pop
Champagne bottles, yea we still gone pop
Is you wit it or not?
Is you wit, is you wit it, or not?

[Verse 2: Jerreau]

Nah, we don’t go out like we did before
We take the music, women and drinks, where ever we go
AirBnb a house, check cell phones at the doe’
Cause they can’t live in the moment, shit you know how that go
They be textin’ me and shit but we don’t kick it no mo’
You never know who she really is ’till you say no
Younce like, I ain’t never said yes
Janet, that’s just the way love goes
Yo
Got groupies in a Uber lapped up, they can get it too
Her friends don’t even know that I rap, they just think I’m cool
Cool, till they start blockin’ on you
She sober, and an adult, shit let her choose
One won’t do, two is not enough
Win by two, that’s old school (un)
This new school, like when your family moved (un)
I had her at the crib like after school
Then she came first like after you (un)
Ended up at 1Oak after Avenue
I came a long way from Livingston Avenue
Music ain’t the half that I do
I do the math then go in half with you
Yea, look
Can’t wait on no nigga, that’s how you get left behind
Why wait? When you the one that gave these niggas a ride
Fully loaded AP, it’s almost that time
Runnin’ for Rolex president, take time
I look around at all these women, think it’ll be fine
I left the crib, moved west
Three hours behind, till ahead of you niggas
Some days I don’t want to rhyme
Damn, I got to get what’s mine
I don’t my niggas, there’s some shit that you just got to do
And I did some shit that I ain’t want to do
About to link up with my niggas how I always do
Get vittles, tear the block up and get respect – ain’t much to do

[Hook: Jerreau]

We’ll buy champagne just to pop on the porch
We’ll buy champagne just to chill on the stump
Yup, that’s just the shit that we do
Yup, that’s just the shit that we do
Turn radio off, but we still gone pop
Champagne bottles, yea we still gone pop
Is you wit it or not?
Is you wit, is you wit it, or not?

[Verse 3: Jerreau]

Crew with your mouth closed, they will steal your food
They will take your culture, then sale it right back to you
Then shoot you
You got to pay funeral cost too
I’m brawny and brute and I stand 7’2
How I ball, there’s no substitute
Student and the teacher too
Never How You Plan, just the shit that we do

[Hook: OG Maco]
All these hoes talk too much
Baby, you be silent
Baby, are you ridin’?
Tell a nigga if you slidin’
Cause all these hoes talk too much
Baby, you be silent
Baby, you alright?
Tell a nigga if you slidin’

[Verse 1: OG Maco]
All these hoes talk too much
All these hoes act too much
Switchin’ up, switchin up, hey
Switchin’ up, switchin up, hey
She eat on that pussy like cake
She eat on that pussy like cake
(?) up like it’s hey
(?) up like it’s hey
(?)
(?)
Switchin’ up, switchin up, hey
Switchin’ up, switchin up, hey
I fucked your past hoes
Servin’ her right up
She be like ayo, sippin’ that kale
I’m talkin’ bands hoe
Shakin’ and rattle
I’m talkin’ bands hoe
Shakin’ and rattle
She be like ayo, sippin’ that kale
[Hook: OG Maco]
All these hoes talk too much
Baby, you be silent
Baby, are you ridin’?
Tell a nigga if you slidin’
Cause all these hoes talk too much
Baby, you be silent
Baby, you alright?
Tell a nigga if you slidin’

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Why you always talk too much?
If you listen then you learn
Niggas only get what they earn
Keep on talkin’, we gon’ put you in an urn
All my bitches burn, no longer concern
Whoa whoa whoa
You been watchin’ way too much
You been watchin’ way too much
You been watchin’ way too much
You niggas can’t break me
Next check I just might cop an AP
Lil Boat!
Lil Boat!

[Interlude: OG Maco]
I’m in the way
I’m in the way

[Hook: OG Maco]
All these hoes talk too much
Baby, you be silent
Baby, are you ridin’?
Tell a nigga if you slidin’
Cause all these hoes talk too much
Baby, you be silent
Baby, you alright?
Tell a nigga if you slidin’

[Outro: OG Maco]
Finna get a job
Baby, we can spend it all
Finna get a job
Baby, we can spend it all
Can’t remember much
Baby, we gon’ fuckin’ ball
I don’t fuck with that
Baby, I don’t fuck with that
I don’t fuck with that
Baby, I don’t fuck with that
I just fuck with baby
Cause she got my back
I just fuck with baby
Cause she got my back
Aye
Aye

[Intro]
Mally Mall

[Hook: Mally Mall + (2 Chainz)]
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Rock star, Pink Floyd every night
Get the Floyd money, nigga every night
24k gold on me every night
Blow European toy money every night (skrt)
Blow a mil and I make it back
Catch me in the drop top, ceilin’ back
Niggas throw shots, know we hit ’em back
At the top where we sittin’ at
Me and Mall back to back Wraith
Tell your bitch we got no space
Wavy like a sail boat
Fight night right by the rope
You wanna freestyle? I’m tryna stay free
Shots of Rose for the AP
Watch rocked up, gon’ climb on it
Blew 100 then I blew another 5 on it

[Hook: Mally Mall + (2 Chainz)]
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?

[Verse 2: IAmSu!]
A heartbreaking gangster
Paid for mobster
I promise to never take her for steak and lobster
Baby I’m a player, gotta take precaution
I take dates with options on a flight to Boston
And every flight first class
Hit JR, get a front pass
And at the top it’s just us now
Mally plugged me on the Rollie, it’s a bust down (clean)
In the Ritz like anywhere I touch down
Hoes used to diss us and they tryna fuck now
She in love with the high, not the come down
Party out in Vegas, let me take you to the compound
My life is a movie and I do my own stunts now
It’s flood Uzi and every bar is like (?)
And the smoke got my eyes on kung-pao
Did it for the Bay, got the world goin’ dumb now

[Hook: Mally Mall + (2 Chainz)]
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?