Tag: YSL

[Chorus: Dizzy Wright]
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear

[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright]
Black child got black waves
Gotta teach ’em to be brave
Ball up your fist and raise
Let ’em know we can’t be phased
Now everybody wanna a cop head
‘Cause this unarmed kid got shot dead
Look, Pac said niggas need change
Now the younger generation all hot heads
And start this rage into black folks
My granny need water, I’m in jet mode
I feel like Bryson with a trapsoul
Until I accomplish all my rap goals
Daddy went to jail when I was ten days
Twenty years gone as an inmate
Momma struggling to got the rent paid
Now I’m in the streets tryna have a big day
I realized now what it feel like
I know some real niggas doing real life
White boy kidnapped for six months
I heard his lawyer hit him with a sick life
Doing more time for the same crime
I can’t even leave past eight lines
You can tell this outrageous
Jail time feel like [?]
Only keep ’em there for the paycheck
And they wonder why niggas got big guns
The government only want the income
The homie got killed with a day left
I feel like I could be next up
Life move fast, better catch up
Cops shouldn’t be above the law
We all human, leave it up to God, aye

[Chorus: Dizzy Wright]
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
I wonder when it’s really gonna change, mayne
I wonder when we getting out the game, shame
A player gotta scrape a dollar together the bill
Still do make ten, they gon’ want fifteen
Out to check, ain’t no helping [?]
So you do a little wrong just to [?]
Sacrifice your freedom for the Louie V’s
YSL, and all the letters of the alphabet
But them laws on the low, casing
Life ain’t Scarface the movie, face it
They waiting on you to be stupid, basic
You’re just another number in a cell, cadence
Propaganda the promotion of the notion
The only way you get out the hood is with the stove and
You’re living fast and dying young is where you’re going
Don’t fall victim to the trap door that ain’t showing
It’s bigger than the block they would stand fo’
What that shot that you got out the bando
Cause the law pull up with the handle
Ain’t nothing cool when the streets filled with [?]
Another shooting on the front pages
Another crime family over they baby
Another murder played out on them stages
Wonder why we live where it’s so outrageous

[Chorus: Dizzy Wright]
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
You can be my trap bitch
I need someone to trap with
Someone to flip these packs with
You can be my trap boo
Can show you what the gas do
Can keep you in Chanel, too
You can be my trap bitch
I need someone to trap with
Someone to flip these packs with
You can be my trap boo
Can show you what these bales do
I can keep you in Chanel, too

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Come here, baby, come and help me count this dirty money
I’m Hoodrich, I keep the Glock with the 30 on me
These niggas fake, these bitches phony, why they acting like they know me?
Drinking purple and yellow, Kobe, beat the trap down like Zaytoven
I got a badass bitch, she gon’ ride it like it’s stolen
Trap jumping all day and then I bust that pussy open
She love a hood a nigga, so I got that pussy soaking
She go get the bags for me, so I flew that bitch to Oakland

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
You can be my trap bitch
I need someone to trap with
Someone to flip these packs with
You can be my trap boo
Can show you what the gas do
Can keep you in Chanel, too
You can be my trap bitch
I need someone to trap with
Someone to flip these packs with
You can be my trap boo
Can show you what these bales do
I can keep you in Chanel, too

[Verse 2: Blacc Zacc]
You can be my trap bitch, trap shit
This ain’t just no rap, bitch
Can keep you in Chanel, Givenchy, and that YSL shit
I got a plug, for real
I got a deal on the drugs, for real
I keep a slug, for real
You will get killed, for real
For real, for real
I need a bitch that’s gon’ hustle
Cooking OG in the bubbles
She ain’t my bitch, but I love her
A godmother like [?]
But I can’t take her to Momma
I need a bitch that’s gon’ fly with me
Pour up and get high with me
Like Khaled, she the best
Came through pre-check with a whole fifty
I keep that Pole with me
I got some shit that’ll fuck up your nose with me
I’m talking big business
Nigga, I re’d up with a quarter-milli
Help me sell a bale so I know it’s real
And I’ma keep your wrist icy
Her swag kill like ISIS
And she a go-getter, that’s priceless

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
You can be my trap bitch
I need someone to trap with
Someone to flip these packs with
You can be my trap boo
Can show you what the gas do
Can keep you in Chanel, too
You can be my trap bitch
I need someone to trap with
Someone to flip these packs with
You can be my trap boo
Can show you what these bales do
I can keep you in Chanel, too

Huh, it’s Bebe
Gucci
2 Chainz, yah
(Murda on the beat so it’s not nice)
Huh

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Gucci Mane]
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (yeah)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (huh)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it

[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha & Gucci Mane]
What you lookin’ at’s the real, ain’t nothin’ on me plastic
YSL up on my heels, I be stoppin’ traffic
You be lookin’ at my ass, damn that thing jurassic
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
I’ve been ridin’ through the west dodgin’ paparazzi (huh)
Diamonds drippin’ on my neck, I be saucy saucy (brrr)
Damn I’m dressed fresh to death, stepping out the coffin (yeah)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (huh, it’s Gucci!)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’m on the top
Don’t even get me started ’cause I don’t like to stop
I’m shinin’ harder than everybody and I just wore a watch
Two bad bitches, one say that she just wanna watch
I hope she know she lookin’ at a whole lotta guap
This bitch so bad that she deserve a whole lot of props
If ye ain’t gettin’ money, she ain’t even gon’ talk
She spoiled like a toddler and I ain’t even her father
She let her call me daddy, I treat her like pops
It’s Gucci

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it

[Verse 3: Bebe Rexha]
Multicolor [?], with the swimmin’ fishes
Mothafucka I’m a star, I don’t do no dishes
I don’t never speak or talk, all you basic bitches
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
Ridin’ up in the Tesla, it’s a little vicious
Barbies from New York, I hail outta Brooklyn
That’s why all eyes on you, I see you lookin’
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz, yeah
I like my coffee cold, like my women hot (hot)
I like my spot big, like my car dropped (alright)
Revenge of the have and the have-nots (truuuu)
‘Cause back then I didn’t even have knots
Yeah, shawty look kinda cute
But her friend there look kinda cuter
I was on the Macbook computer
Tryna go through the whole Kama Sutra
I did, I did, that’s it, that’s it
Mattress, passion, satisfaction
Aw

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & 2 Chainz]
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (that’s it, bow, boom)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (boom, boom)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (that’s it)
That’s it, that’s it (tell ’em)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (alright)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (ugh)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it (tru)

[Intro]
Yeah, YSL, Lady V, what the fuck goin’ on, man?
You with me, I don’t want you to dip
The Remedy
Get it

[Pre-Chorus]
Why my bitch ass so fat? Boy, I swear, I know it (I know it)
Before I spill the beans, lil’ boy, I pour it (pour that shit up)
Hannah Montana, knock him out like it’s Floyd (ooh, ooh)
Never scary, no February, my boy (woo)

[Chorus]
Bitch that’s my boy
I hit licks ’cause that’s (my boy)
I fuck hoes ’cause that’s (that’s my boy)
I need love ’cause that’s (my boy)
I show love ’cause that’s (my boy)
That’s my mothafuckin’ man
That’s my boy
That’s my mothafuckin’ man
That’s my boy, that’s my boy

[Post-Chorus]
Ayy, man
That’s just my nigga
I can put you on him, you know my man, yeah
Yeah, that’s my boy
That’s my nigga, yeah, ayy

[Verse]
Choppin’ these niggas down with my nigga (ayy)
Hop out with a Glock four pound with my nigga (ayy)
Extended clip hang out the roof with my nigga (ayy)
Fuck ’em by the beaucoup, group with my nigga (ayy)
Anything go when that’s my nigga (ayy)
Bullets nitro and that’s my nigga (ayy)
Pussy game good, she fucked my nigga (ayy)
If you stand beside me, he’ll kill y’all niggas

[Pre-Chorus]
Before I spill the beans, lil’ boy, I pour it (pour that shit up)
Hannah Montana, knock him out like it’s Floyd (ooh, ooh)
Never scary, no February, my boy (woo)

[Chorus]
Bitch that’s my boy
I hit licks ’cause that’s (my boy)
I fuck hoes ’cause that’s (that’s my boy)
I need love ’cause that’s (my boy)
I show love ’cause that’s (my boy)
That’s my mothafuckin’ man
That’s my boy
That’s my mothafuckin’ man
That’s my boy, that’s my boy

[Post-Chorus]
Ayy, man
That’s just my nigga
I can put you on him, you know my man, yeah
Yeah, that’s my boy
That’s my nigga, yeah, ayy

[Verse]
Choppin’ these niggas down with my nigga (ayy)
Hop out with a Glock four pound with my nigga (ayy)
Extended clip hang out the roof with my nigga (ayy)
Fuck ’em by the beaucoup, group with my nigga (ayy)
Anything go when that’s my nigga (ayy)
Bullets nitro and that’s my nigga (ayy)
Pussy game good, she fucked my nigga (ayy)
If you stand beside me, he’ll kill y’all niggas

[Pre-Chorus]
Before I spill the beans, lil’ boy, I pour it (pour that shit up)
Hannah Montana, knock him out like it’s Floyd (ooh, ooh)
Never scary, no February, my boy (woo)

[Chorus]
Bitch that’s my boy
I hit licks ’cause that’s (my boy)
I fuck hoes ’cause that’s (that’s my boy)
I need love ’cause that’s (my boy)
I show love ’cause that’s (my boy)
That’s my mothafuckin’ man
That’s my boy
That’s my mothafuckin’ man
That’s my boy, that’s my boy

[Post-Chorus]
Ayy, man
That’s just my nigga
I can put you on him, you know my man, yeah
Yeah, that’s my boy
That’s my nigga, yeah, ayy

[Verse]
Choppin’ these niggas down with my nigga (ayy)
Hop out with a Glock four pound with my nigga (ayy)
Extended clip hang out the roof with my nigga (ayy)
Fuck ’em by the beaucoup, group with my nigga (ayy)
Anything go when that’s my nigga (ayy)
Bullets nitro and that’s my nigga (ayy)
Pussy game good, she fucked my nigga (ayy)
If you stand beside me, he’ll kill y’all niggas

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

[Pre-Chorus]
Me and Metro don’t need help
Mail a pint to myself
Flew a pornstar to ATL
Louis Goyard belt
5 star hotels
Buy everything on the rack (cash)
Buy everything on the shelf (cash)
I make you mad, I can tell

[Chorus]
Perfect timing, yeah
Watch full of diamonds, yeah (bling)
Chart climbing, yeah
Foreign car driving, yeah (skrt)
Perfect timing, yeah
Diamonds shining, yeah
Stars aligning, yeah
It’s perfect timing, yeah

[Verse 1]
Double styrofoam cup (lean)
Big dog, you a pup
Since me and Metro made "Up"
All these bitches acting like sluts
You’re not the type I can trust
Feel your energy through your touch
Follow feelings in my gut
Choppa turn your body into dust
She don’t wanna listen to you
Your girlfriend listening to me
She on the phone with you
While she sucking on me
Off-white and Supreme
VLONE Vs, double Gs
Molly, liquor, bush, weed
These bitches so easy to please

[Pre-Chorus]
Me and Metro don’t need help
Mail a pint to myself
Flew a pornstar to ATL
Louis Goyard belt
5 star hotels
Buy everything on the rack (cash)
Buy everything on the shelf (cash)
I make you mad, I can tell

[Chorus]
Perfect timing, yeah
Watch full of diamonds, yeah (bling)
Chart climbing, yeah
Foreign car driving, yeah (skrt)
Perfect timing, yeah
Diamonds shining, yeah
Stars aligning, yeah
It’s perfect timing, yeah

[Verse 2]
Bust down rollie, flood it with diamonds
Can’t tell what the time is, still know it’s perfect timing
See It, want it, then I buy it, yeah
Lambo roar like a lion, yeah
Private jets is what I’m flying, yeah
Watch your rap careers dying, yeah
Won’t come to your wedding ’cause I don’t want to wear a suit
Walking through the snow, I’m wearing YSL boots
9AM I’m off the Addys, still up in the booth
These other brown boys corny
They love me ’cause I’m the truth

[Pre-Chorus]
Me and Metro don’t need help
Mail a pint to myself
Flew a pornstar to ATL
Louis Goyard belt
5 star hotels
Buy everything on the rack (cash)
Buy everything on the shelf (cash)
I make you mad, I can tell

[Chorus]
Perfect timing, yeah
Watch full of diamonds, yeah (bling)
Chart climbing, yeah
Foreign car driving, yeah (skrt)
Perfect timing, yeah
Diamonds shining, yeah
Stars aligning, yeah
It’s perfect timing, yeah

Big business
Like the opp say big business, you know what I’m saying, fucks
Yeah, now watch me

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Handful of hunnids, real big Bentley
Hublot, nigga get some business
Whole lotta hoes, nigga get your women, heh
Stuff ‘er with the pole, come and get your women nigga
Big business, talk shit Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch ’em at the club sipping, fuck around they missing, hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete
Pimp C, I ain’t doing that, I’ma fuck her on the sheets, yeah
And all my niggas loyal like Bun B, hold on
Fuck you thought? YSL till we d-i-e, hold on, hold on
Fuck around and set the bitch off like Queen Latifah
Hold on, hold on, yeah, going all out ’bout my dog like Scooby-ee
And a nigga trap door swinging like Bizzy B, woah
Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)
Two tone wire bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on
Two tone wire bag, big tires tear up the streets, rwar
Looking at your kid, I might be the papi (sheesh)
65 pointers in the Cuban sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh)
Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh
Uh, your old man tryna do it like me, sheesh

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
Bitch I know who I am, uh

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
I got money on my card
Put some money on they books, that’s a yard
I declare war on the beast for my God, sheesh
Gross 3 mil off the new hat
If I could go back, I make the two cap
Love me in my city like Cusack
Get a little beat and I’ll loop that
Get a little money, I’ll oop that
Split it with my niggas in the group chat
Left for a minute then I flew back
Had to ask Bruce “where the truth at?”
Had to ask Rahm “where the truth at?”
Now I can’t ride with the roof back
Tell ’em I don’t play around with other people’s kids
Got an office in the steakhouse
Gotta bid for the ribs
Got a meeting at the Ritz
Gave a trip to my rib
‘Cause she leaving where I live but I see her in a min
Got a Michael prayer card for the good luck, ay
Bra push up when I pull up, ay
Got a little money from the tour, yeah
Spend it all on baby pull ups, ay
Big old Bentley, bitch I mix the Henny with the Simply
Lemonade exterior, Lorenzos under Bentleys
Put you in the friend zone if you start acting too friendly
Bought a baby Benzo and some Kenzo just for Kensli
Wake up real early but I eat late
Go and hit the streets with that brief case
Time to shake down another cheap skate
You could tell he’s lying, cheesecake

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Make a nigga bitch tap out
Then put you in the fours with a real big body
Bitch said nigga need to stop got 100 racks on me
Can’t fit in my pocket
I’m a street nigga, I’ma eat me some soup, I’ma let my bitch eat pasta
Told y’all niggas ain’t stopping
Black card in my wallet, I’ma feed my partner
I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam’ron with the pink Margielas
We was tryna beat a murder capital, riding around the town with the pink Beretta
When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty fucked around and filled my schedule
Momma just sent me a picture got Indian in my family through my God damn nana
Young nigga fucked ’round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel
Young nigga fucked around and ran out of bullets in the .40, got to get a banana
These young niggas go brazy, done got that money, they still might pop
So many blue faces on me right now, young nigga still gamble
35 racks for the factories, I steal mammals
I ain’t no rapper nigga, I teach ya
I’m a big dog, no pedigree, I eat racks
Boomerang your bitch sweet, she coming back

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
Bitch I know who I am, uh

[Intro: Young Thug]
Big business
Like the opp say big business, you know what I’m saying, fucks
Yeah, now watch me

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Handful of hunnids, real big Bentley
Hublot, nigga get some business
Whole lotta hoes, nigga get your women, heh
Stuff ‘er with the pole, come and get your women nigga
Big business, talk shit Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch ’em at the club sipping, fuck around they missing, hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete
Pimp C, I ain’t doing that, I’ma fuck her on the sheets, yeah
And all my niggas loyal like Bun B, hold on
Fuck you thought? YSL till we d-i-e, hold on, hold on
Fuck around and set the bitch off like Queen Latifah
Hold on, hold on, yeah, going all out ’bout my dog like Scooby-ee
And a nigga trap door swinging like Bizzy B, woah
Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)
Two tone wire bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on
Two tone wire bag, big tires tear up the streets, rwar
Looking at your kid, I might be the papi (sheesh)
65 pointers in the Cuban sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh)
Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh
Uh, your old man tryna do it like me, sheesh

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
Bitch I know who I am, uh

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
I got money on my card
Put some money on they books, that’s a yard
I declare war on the beast for my God, sheesh
Gross 3 mil off the new hat
If I could go back, I make the two cap
Love me in my city like Cusack
Get a little beat and I’ll loop that
Get a little money, I’ll oop that
Split it with my niggas in the group chat
Left for a minute then I flew back
Had to ask Bruce "where the truth at?"
Had to ask Rahm "where the truth at?"
Now I can’t ride with the roof back
Tell ’em I don’t play around with other people’s kids
Got an office in the steakhouse
Gotta bid for the ribs
Got a meeting at the Ritz
Gave a trip to my rib
‘Cause she leaving where I live but I see her in a min
Got a Michael prayer card for the good luck, ay
Bra push up when I pull up, ay
Got a little money from the tour, yeah
Spend it all on baby pull ups, ay
Big old Bentley, bitch I mix the Henny with the Simply
Lemonade exterior, Lorenzos under Bentleys
Put you in the friend zone if you start acting too friendly
Bought a baby Benzo and some Kenzo just for Kensli
Wake up real early but I eat late
Go and hit the streets with that brief case
Time to shake down another cheap skate
You could tell he’s lying, cheesecake

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Make a nigga bitch tap out
Then put you in the fours with a real big body
Bitch said nigga need to stop got 100 racks on me
Can’t fit in my pocket
I’m a street nigga, I’ma eat me some soup, I’ma let my bitch eat pasta
Told y’all niggas ain’t stopping
Black card in my wallet, I’ma feed my partner
I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam’ron with the pink Margielas
We was tryna beat a murder capital, riding around the town with the pink Beretta
When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty fucked around and filled my schedule
Momma just sent me a picture got Indian in my family through my God damn nana
Young nigga fucked ’round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel
Young nigga fucked around and ran out of bullets in the .40, got to get a banana
These young niggas go brazy, done got that money, they still might pop
So many blue faces on me right now, young nigga still gamble
35 racks for the factories, I steal mammals
I ain’t no rapper nigga, I teach ya
I’m a big dog, no pedigree, I eat racks
Boomerang your bitch sweet, she coming back

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
Bitch I know who I am, uh

[Verse 1: Jacob Sartorius]
Ay, been waiting ’round all summer
Seen you posting pics and it’s been such a bummer, ay
Since we got outta class, gave you my number
Supposed to hit me back

[Pre-Chorus: Jacob Sartorius]
So now I can’t afford to
Miss you when it’s gorgeous outside

[Chorus: Jacob Sartorius]
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
What’s up with that?
FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me back
What’s up with that?
The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad?
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back

[Verse 2: Jacob Sartorius]
You never hit me Monday
Took you on a date on Tuesday
We were in love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
Where’d you go Sunday?

[Pre-Chorus: Jacob Sartorius]
So now I can’t afford to
Miss you when it’s gorgeous outside

[Chorus: Jacob Sartorius]
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
What’s up with that?
FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me back
What’s up with that?
The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad?
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back

[Verse 3: blackbear]
I had you YSL from head to toe
VVS rings to let you know
If you love me, then where’d you go?
I swooped you up in that big white ghost
I’m with Jacob, girl, so you know
We finna take over the whole world

[Chorus: Jacob Sartorius, (blackbear) & Both]
What’s up with that? (Hey, aw, yeah)
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
(Why you never hit me back?)
What’s up with that?
FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me back
(You never hit me back)
What’s up with that?
The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad?
(Why you never hit me back?)
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back

[Outro: Jacob Sartorius, (blackbear) & Both]
(Why you never hit me back?)
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
(Why you never hit me back?
Me back, me back, hit me, hit me)
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back

Lyrics Jacob Sartorius – Hit me back

Been waiting ’round all summer
Seen you posting pics and it’s been such a bummer, ay
Since we got out of class, gave you my number
‘Sposed to hit me back
So now I can’t afford to miss you when it’s gorgeous outside.

What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
What’s up with that?
FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me back
What’s up with that?
The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad?
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back.

You never hit me Monday
Took you on a date on Tuesday
We were in love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
Where’d you go Sunday?
So now I can’t afford to miss you when it’s gorgeous outside.

What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
What’s up with that?
FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me back
What’s up with that? versuri-lyrics.info
The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad?
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back.

I had you YSL from head to toe
VVS rings to let you know
If you love me, then where’d you go?
I swooped you up in that big white ghost
I’m with Jacob, so girl, you know
We finna take over the whole world.

What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me bacaak
(Why you never hit me baaack?)
What’s up with that?
FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me baaack
(You never hit me baaack)
What’s up with that?
The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad?
(Why you never hit me baaack?)
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me baaack.

(Why you never hit me baaack?)
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me baaack
(Why you never hit me baaack?
Me back, me back, hit me, hit me)
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me backkk.
Jacob Sartorius lyrics
Video Jacob Sartorius

[Intro]
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Oh yeah

[Verse 1]
I wanna know
Who you be callin’
Who you be textin’
When you be all on your phone
Girl, why you flexin’?
You got my message, but I stressin’
You be thinkin’ you low
And you think I don’t know

[Pre-Chorus]
Girl, there’s somebody next to you (that’s hatin’ on me)
I don’t know what they tellin’ you (but they don’t know me)
I can fuck up a check on you (I got money)
Girl, if you know what’s best for you (then you would call me)
Girl, I’m low key obsessed with you
Yeah, I’m low key obsessed with you (yeah yeah)

[Chorus]
Got a nigga in my feelings, in my feelings
No, this shit ain’t been the same no, we so distant
Know you miss how I be thuggin’, on my hood shit
Girl, I miss how we be fuckin’, and you ain’t my bitch
Got a nigga in my feelings, in my feelings
No, this shit ain’t been the same no, we so distant
Know you miss how I be thuggin’, on my hood shit
Girl, I miss how we be fuckin’, and you ain’t my bitch
Got a nigga in my feelings

[Verse 2]
I remember when it used to be
Just me and my baby, drop top in a Mercedes
[?] goin’ crazy, Off-white goin’ crazy
YSL goin’ crazy, but where have you been lately?
Lately you been tryna play me
We used to fuck on the daily
Shawty, you know I’m too wavy

[Pre-Chorus]
It must be somebody next to you (that’s hatin’ on me)
I don’t know what they tellin’ you (they don’t know me)
I can fuck up a check on you (’cause I got money)
Girl, if you know what’s best for you (then you would call me)
‘Cause I’m low key obsessed with you (yeah yeah)
Girl, I’m low key obsessed with you (yeah yeah)

[Chorus]
Got a nigga in my feelings, in my feelings
No, this shit ain’t been the same no, we so distant
Know you miss how I be thuggin’, on my hood shit
Girl, I miss how we be fuckin’, and you ain’t my bitch
Got a nigga in my feelings, in my feelings
No, this shit ain’t been the same no, we so distant
Know you miss how I be thuggin’, on my hood shit
Girl, I miss how we be fuckin’, and you ain’t my bitch
Got a nigga in my feelings

[Verse 3]
I know us and you know us
Girl, this shit ain’t addin’ up
I miss when we would pull up
And make the neighbors mad at us
Need you ’round ’cause I been down
Pop a Addy, now I’m up
Girl don’t flex, you got my text
Send the addy, I’ll pull up
Drop top in the ‘Rari
It used to be me and my shawty
Now it’s just me and I’m lonely
Girl, don’t act like you don’t want me
‘Cause all of these niggas be on you
But all of these bitches be on me
Miss seein’ you in the morning

[Chorus]
You got a nigga in my feelings, in my feelings
No, this shit ain’t been the same no, we so distant
Know you miss how I be thuggin’, on my hood shit
Girl, I miss how we be fuckin’, and you ain’t my bitch
Got a nigga in my feelings, in my feelings
No, this shit ain’t been the same no, we so distant
Know you miss how I be thuggin’, on my hood shit
Girl, I miss how we be fuckin’, and you ain’t my bitch
Got a nigga in my feelings

[Outro]
Got a nigga in my feelings
Got a nigga in my feelings
Got a nigga in my feelings
In my feelings
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah (yeah)
Yeah yeah (yeah)
Yeah yeah (yeah)
Yeah yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah

Let the record play,
Let the record play,
Let the record play.
The way that you dance,
The way that you move,
The way that you stare at me across the room,
You carry Dion bags,
And you got your Chanel,
You wear L Louis Vuitton, ASG, and YSL,
Now I got what you need,
I got DCMA,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain,
I got a model 26,
But she stays in her place,
I got a curve shirt neatly,
Tucked inside in my waist.
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipster keeps mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
They say "Aha, ahha",
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.
Now she sweating my friends,
And my hurricane shoes,
She likes the records I spin,
But out important tattoos,
But she can’t say "what’s up",
So what does she do,
She just stays posted up,
The other side of the room,
I got AMC tattooed in my hand,
I got black wall street on a black bandana.
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipster keeps mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
They say "Aha, ahha",
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.
She, she, she don’t wanna talk about it,
He, he, he wants to fight about,
Me, me, I don’t wanna fight about it,
I just wanna be about it,
I’m just trying to stay about it,
Step out the wagon,
You know the boy starts to hate,
The girl that came with him,
They like that’s not the boy she dates,
They get the fighting and swearing,
And now the boyfriend is staring,
The disco ball on the ceiling,
Looks like the chain that I’m wearing,
But the music keeps playing,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain.
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipster keeps mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipster keeps mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.
You carry Dion bags,
And you got your Chanel,
You wear Louis Vuitton, ASG, and YSL
Now I got what you need,
I got DCMA,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain.

[Intro]
TM X Wheezy on the beat you know
Thats a hell of a collaboration

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
My bitch go hard but you let her
We out and you know that you can’t scare us
We gonna go get the money can’t fear us
Riding in some shit from Fast and the Furious
They love to deliver it, look at my history
Boy I been winning, don’t get nothing but victories
And I been smoking the shit like a hickory bush
Screaming out church you could say that I’m pimpin em

[Hook]
Start in the streets then I took off with rap
40K riding on my lap, come around play and get clapped
Fuck all the fake hugs and daps
Where my stand up niggas at?
Real niggas, Real niggas, Real niggas, Real niggas, Real niggas
Where my niggas that really count them checks?
Cash cash cash cash cash cash guap guap guap
We didn’t grew here but we flew here on a private jet
Young nigga but we been had money power respect

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Play with that money have me aimin’ at your head
Boy we done ran it up shootout lil set and baby
Running with zoes like I’m Haitian
Work the pot like I’m Jamaican
I want my white bitch to have my lil baby
And she wanna pamper me like I’m a baby
Crack era born in the 80’s
Popping these pills and I’m faded (percs)
Just did a interview with Fader, fuck all the fakes and the haters
Maision Margiela don’t do alligator
She just wanna stare she think that I’m crazy
Been in the streets since I jumped off the pavement
Had to persuade her right none this shit paid me
Selling out shows right in vegas
Jumping in crowds and we wavin’
YSL, YSL, YSL, YSL, YSL, YSL, YSL YSL YSL YSL paid me
That shit swagged up you know, I did that shit off the top of my head
Now I’mma let thug get you bitch ass niggas

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Bae would you ride? Bae would you die? bitch you lied
I looked in your eyes, I seen it, you disguised it, dirty bitch
My pockets on swole like a Rising, no way I can hide it
No way to buy her buy her buy her tried it
My flow nasty like a diet, these bitches looking so excited
These bitches get a nigga indicted, they back stabbing they knifing
Tie her like Riley, shoot the back like Ricky no smiley
Say hi to Hannah Montana, I told her I was on Molly
I seen a breeze down in Cascade
Stretched her out like elastic
Serving robin no basket
Denim great like raspberry
Got her down to her knees, no mecry
Bitch trappin’ on these, yeah yeah yeah
I saved up and bought my mom a house
I left the condo I done left the couch, never going back in and out
I done found a better route, what the fuck is you tellin bout
Baby I’m the tooth fairy, I’m takin your dentures out
I’m blue like Belly, geeked up take your medicine out
I’m the flyest tooth fairy, flying round a pussy nigga house
I just wanna dress fly lil baby
I just wanna drive the Bentley ’round
I just wanna be quiet baby, I just want y’all to hear me out

Oh Yeah, Aye, Yeah Yeah Yeah, Oh, Oh Oh, Aye, Yeah
Aye, woah
Thugger

[Verse 1: MadeinTYO]
Ooh, shawty you cute, hey
Buy you them YSL boots (skrrt, skrrt)
All of the cops wanna shoot
What is a nigga gon’ do?
Eat that lil’ cookie, she bad
You know I’m poppin’ them tags
None of them niggas got swag
None of them niggas got swag
Ooh, shawty you cute, hey
Buy you them YSL boots (skrrt, skrrt)
All of the cops wanna shoot
What is a nigga gon’ do?
Eat that lil’ cookie, she bad
You know I’m poppin’ them tags
None of them niggas got swag
None of them niggas got swag

[Hook: 24hrs]
I need my money up front
I need my money up front
She got the junk in the trunk
She got the junk in the trunk
I buy my bitch what she wants
I buy my bitch what she wants
I smoke the gas out the blunt
I smoke the gas out the blunt

[Verse 2: MadeinTYO]
Shirt off, two chains
Spendin’ money, blue flames
XBox, new game
Delete number, you lame
‘Saces, new frame
Rosé, black bottle
Georgetown Solbiato
Lil’ model wanna gobble
I want the trunk in the front
I won’t be mad boo
Shawty cute with them tattoos
Fuck it, do the Raf too
I was no one but I passed you
Young nigga got the bag too

[Hook: 24hrs]
I need my money up front
I need my money up front
She got the junk in the trunk
She got the junk in the trunk
I buy my bitch what she wants
I buy my bitch what she wants
I smoke the gas out the blunt
I smoke the gas out the blunt

(Intro – Dae Dae)
Spend that s**t
What we doing?
Spend that s**t
What we doing?
Spend that s**t
What we doing?
Spend that s**t
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend a check and get it right back
Ni**a what we doing?
Spend a check and get it right back oohh!

(Chorus – Dae Dae)
Spend that s**t remix, spend that s**t remix
Spend that s**t remix, spend that s**t remix
What we doin’?
Spend a check and get it right back
What’s a couple grand?
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend that s**t, spend that s**t remix
Spend that s**t remix, spend that s**t that remix
Spend a check and get it right back remix
Spend a check and get it right back

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(Verse 1 – Dae Da)
Let them numbers talk, let them numbers talk
I’m rich as s**t, I got too much sauce
Worked my a$$ off, I need my passport, I do
They love me in London, this career here ain’t promised
Don’t understand all that mumbling
Ni**a, speak how you feel
What’s the pressure and the hate for?
You only knew me bout a year
Went on that Thug tour, and what?
And I went slept crazy
Now I’m on another tour, another one?
They ain’t doing that in the a oh no
Couple jewels on me, lot of blues on me
A lot of tatted in the city
But ni**as tripping in the city
All that shooting and that running
Shoot innocent bystanders
So you call that gangsta? That ain’t gangsta
Ni**a better get you some money

(Chorus – Dae Dae & Young Thug)
Spend that s**t YSL, spend that s**t
Spend that s**t yeah, yeah, spend that s**t
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend that s**t, spend it, spend it, spend that s**t, remix
Spend that s**t, brand new Bentley, spend that s**t, spend it, ni**a
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend it, get it right back
Spend a check and get it right back

(Verse 2 – Young Thug)
Jeffery!
Jumanji boards
Get it, got Jumanji boards
More hoes than a body tell
And they all think I’m one on one
She sped off
F**k around, took my meds off
My dogs wit me baby, better call Petsmart
I just bought a big light
Bought it just to touch it for something
And I heard your dope ain’t nothing
You touch it, it bust for something
It’s not a discussion for something
Hublot flooded for something
Chain gang Kool-Aid pack, honey bun
I got a check for rando
I treat the best the family though
I might put a snake on all my collars
I don’t care a boo when I’m sprinkling dollars
My molly is pink, no dolphin
Your weed is extinct, no coffin
I heard that you waiting for something
You better take over for something
When you get it, spend that s**t, ni**a

(Chorus – Dae Dae & Young M.A)
Spend that s**t, spend that s**t
Spend that s**t, spend that s**t
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend a check and get it right back
Spend that s**t, spend that s**t
Spend that s**t, spend that s**t
What up, Dae Dae?
Spend a check and get it right back
Ooouuu!
Spend a check and get it right back

(Verse 3 – Young M.A)
I got my money up, got my money up
Got the nina on me, I keep her tummy tucked
Riding round in that 87 bumping my s**t skrrt!
50 bands in a rubber band on some block s**t
She pop the pu**y, I pop the tags, they pop s**t
Pinkie ring all iced out on some rock s**t
Golddiggers try to s**k me up on some mop s**t
But I’m Money Mitch, I’m broke, baby, I ain’t got s**t
Kill that s**t, I’ma kill that s**t
I’ma kill that s**t, I’ma kill that s**t
I kill her s**t and send her right back
I kill her s**t and send her right back

(Outro – Young Thug)
You gotta spend a check, get it right back
You gotta blow a check, you gon get it right back
If you ever cry with checks, might not get every back

[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
YSL pants with the zippers, yikes
Met her this evenin’ already hit it, twice
Tag on your soul everybody got a price
Acid, Acid change your life…
???
I’m faded like ???
She call Meechy over, I slide in that coochie
Nosedive in that coochie
My dick is big, it should be wearin’ a Coogie
Imma need some friends
Tied down, my lifestyle
Even bleached the pants
Next week Japan
???
Flatbush, Brooklyn, from the County of Kings, ah
Run up on me like I’m some hippie, nigga
???
Ooh, damn, that punchline delivers
Hold up wait a minute, moment of silence
Hm, Fuck it
Let’s get back to wylin’
Blood on your Timbs, Shoot Shoot
???
???
Ambidextrous, I shoot with two hands
Even got blood on your friends
I think I just flooded the Benz
Damn it, baby, Meechy’s at it again
M-M-Murder, murder, murder
Capital M with two gats in my hand

[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
Everyday a nigga wake up got to blaze a little chronic
Thank the universe, I’m blessing, new day a new dollar
Middle finger to my niggas and my bitches two times
Representing for my niggas in the hood it’s no ceiling
Sellin’, trappin’ like a villain, cold
Should’ve made a killing, go
Finger played with it, yo
Nigga stay with it
Hate a nigga, fade a ???
Dum diddy dumb
I, I, I, I, I high like the sun
Fetch a frequency, this ain’t shit to me
She said she got a friend, then let my nigga beat
Meech, Roll em, Bust em, cannons, wooh
Spliff long looking like a Manson
I’m on acid feeling like the Gamptons
She feeling freaky beat the pussy like a champion
Young nigga but I’m still O.G
Supreme team like 1993
Triple 6 on my coffin, I dance with the devil
Came back with a vengeance, Christ off the hinges
I’m nice with this picket, twice as much vicious
Psych-active, I’m on a mission
Electric Kool-aide, Make your decision
You want it, I get you
These niggas ain’t right, they can’t write they own shit
But they smile in your face, and they claim they the shit
But to me a disgrace
Trying to keep stuff in hand like you running a race
Got an ounce to burn, got a trip to make
Free my niggas lawd, made it right today
Got an ounce to burn, got a trip to make

[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott]
Not a thug but niggas know how I keep mine
Call her up or quick to throw up the peace sign
Girl, that pussy let me hit it
Girl, I got to get it
Saying she got a feeling, she let a young nigga hit it
Back and forth cause we smoke them seven grams
Billboard shit I don’t expect you to understand
My performance, dreams at 14
Now I hear them calling ???
Won’t slip away this is serious business
Voided in mischief while spending these Benjamins
Open the potential pussy to me
Brought to you by the ungrateful police
Conscious keep telling me, beautiful melody
Will exhibit if I trip on the L.S.D
Nah, ??? for money and dro
Some people think I spend money, for sure
Spend us your money
Flip like a Rolex
Components will kill my opponents
I sit on my throne, it’s enormous
Composed with the ???
My karma is good, dog, and y’all need supportin’
My bitch is so gorgeous, I cannot afford
Juice spend time with her when chasin’ these whores
Money, keep countin’
She strip like ??? Mountains
My passport is packed
How I travel, astoundin’ (Yeah)
Thug Waffle did that
Now we comin’ back for the killer contract
Pull up on your pampers
Three man army

Don’t talkin’ to me less you talkin’ bout a profit

[Hook: MadeinTYO]
YSL up on my waist, goddamn I’m too fine
Oh, oh yeah, yeah that bitch up on my line
She just gave me top oh I just lost my mind
Oh, oh yeah, yeah that bitch up on my line
YSL up on my waist, goddamn I’m too fine
Oh, oh yeah, yeah that bitch up on my line
She just gave me top yeah I just lost my mind
Oh, oh yeah, yeah that bitch up on my line

[Verse 1: MadeinTYO]
I was supposed to do it
You want the hoes to do it
I’m ballin’ but I don’t hoop
She got a fatty too
This is what daddy do
You niggas mad at who?
I rock that Gucci boots
That’s what I’m ‘pposed to do
You fuck your money up quick
I’m tryna stack my shit
They still hate on the low
Nigga ain’t that some shit?
I get the racks soo quick
Pipe up my fashion quick
I get the racks soo quick
Pipe up my fashion quick

[Hook: MadeinTYO]
YSL up on my waist, goddamn I’m too fine
Oh, oh yeah, yeah that bitch up on my line
She just gave me top oh I just lost my mind
Oh, oh yeah, yeah that bitch up on my line
YSL up on my waist, goddamn I’m too fine
Oh, oh yeah, yeah that bitch up on my line
She just gave me top yeah I just lost my mind
Oh, oh yeah, yeah that bitch up on my line

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Foreign hoe bitch gave me top
I can’t cuff her I’m a dog like whoo
That’s your girl? I’m in her mouth like ooh
YSL on me, I flex with a check
Rich forever put more ice on my neck
Don’t fuck with these niggas, they get no respect
Model, model, oh she think she a model?
Take a ride in the foreign, she swallow
Pour the lean on a plane, we sippin’
2 bitches in the back and they kissin’
I get the money quick
I had to bust out my wrist
I ain’t shut up for a second
Fuck these niggas, keep flexin’

[Hook: MadeinTYO]
YSL up on my waist, goddamn I’m too fine
Oh, oh yeah, yeah that bitch up on my line
She just gave me top oh I just lost my mind
Oh, oh yeah, yeah that bitch up on my line
YSL up on my waist, goddamn I’m too fine
Oh, oh yeah, yeah that bitch up on my line
She just gave me top yeah I just lost my mind
Oh, oh yeah, yeah that bitch up on my line

[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
YSL pants with the zippers, yikes
Met her this evenin’ already hit it, twice
Tag on your soul everybody got a price
Acid, Acid change your life…
???
I’m faded like ???
She call Meechy over, I slide in that coochie
Nosedive in that coochie
My dick is big, it should be wearin’ a Coogie
Imma need some friends
Tied down, my lifestyle
Even bleached the pants
Next week Japan
???
Flatbush, Brooklyn, from the County of Kings, ah
Run up on me like I’m some hippie, nigga
???
Ooh, damn, that punchline delivers
Hold up wait a minute, moment of silence
Hm, Fuck it
Let’s get back to wylin’
Blood on your Timbs, Shoot Shoot
???
???
Ambidextrous, I shoot with two hands
Even got blood on your friends
I think I just flooded the Benz
Damn it, baby, Meechy’s at it again
M-M-Murder, murder, murder
Capital M with two gats in my hand

[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
Everyday a nigga wake up got to blaze a little chronic
Thank the universe, I’m blessing, new day a new dollar
Middle finger to my niggas and my bitches two times
Representing for my niggas in the hood it’s no ceiling
Sellin’, trappin’ like a villain, cold
Should’ve made a killing, go
Finger played with it, yo
Nigga stay with it
Hate a nigga, fade a ???
Dum diddy dumb
I, I, I, I, I high like the sun
Fetch a frequency, this ain’t shit to me
She said she got a friend, then let my nigga beat
Meech, Roll em, Bust em, cannons, wooh
Spliff long looking like a Manson
I’m on acid feeling like the Gamptons
She feeling freaky beat the pussy like a champion
Young nigga but I’m still O.G
Supreme team like 1993
Triple 6 on my coffin, I dance with the devil
Came back with a vengeance, Christ off the hinges
I’m nice with this picket, twice as much vicious
Psych-active, I’m on a mission
Electric Kool-aide, Make your decision
You want it, I get you
These niggas ain’t right, they can’t write they own shit
But they smile in your face, and they claim they the shit
But to me a disgrace
Trying to keep stuff in hand like you running a race
Got an ounce to burn, got a trip to make
Free my niggas lawd, made it right today
Got an ounce to burn, got a trip to make

[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott]
Not a thug but niggas know how I keep mine
Call her up or quick to throw up the peace sign
Girl, that pussy let me hit it
Girl, I got to get it
Saying she got a feeling, she let a young nigga hit it
Back and forth cause we smoke them seven grams
Billboard shit I don’t expect you to understand
My performance, dreams at 14
Now I hear them calling ???
Won’t slip away this is serious business
Voided in mischief while spending these Benjamins
Open the potential pussy to me
Brought to you by the ungrateful police
Conscious keep telling me, beautiful melody
Will exhibit if I trip on the L.S.D
Nah, ??? for money and dro
Some people think I spend money, for sure
Spend us your money
Flip like a Rolex
Components will kill my opponents
I sit on my throne, it’s enormous
Composed with the ???
My karma is good, dog, and y’all need supportin’
My bitch is so gorgeous, I cannot afford
Juice spend time with her when chasin’ these whores
Money, keep countin’
She strip like ??? Mountains
My passport is packed
How I travel, astoundin’ (Yeah)
Thug Waffle did that
Now we comin’ back for the killer contract
Pull up on your pampers
Three man army

Don’t talkin’ to me less you talkin’ bout a profit

[Intro: Isaiah Rashad]
I don’t know where you came from
But I know I love you, that I love you
I don’t know where you came from
I remember them

[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
I remember them
Mama why you got me rockin’ Sketchers?
I’m a product of the product
And the product bought a Lexus
And the Caddy with the cool paint
Every day is special
Why you stressin’ on a Tuesday?
Come and smoke a few
And I can show you ’bout the dominoes
High as I could be
High enough to go "Geronimo," Metro PCP
Uncle Sherman, Uncle Bobby know
Every junkie sayin’ that it used to be a hobby though
This is not for nada, not for nothin’
It’s a lot of those
This is that euphoria
You’re my glory, you’re my pot of gold
Kisses from your daughter
Watch her hard and wipe her snotty nose
Everybody got it, what you got it? Well I gotta go
Bring you back or somethin’, all you wanted as a youngin’
Just a piece of
More than uniformin’ every mornin’ with the creases
This is for my deacons
That’s smokin’ every Sunday
Get your rest and get your money
Preacher preacher started rappin’ just to reach us

[Hook: Preston Harris]
I don’t know where you came from
But I know I love you, I love you, love you
I don’t know where you came from
But I know I love you, I love you

[Verse 2: GoldLink]
Look I fell in love with the devil and she was rockin’ Concords
YSL jeans and had a strut that you would die for
Heard that she got a man
He a Blood and we ain’t trippin’ ‘cuh
Got some killers that just don’t believe, but they believe in love
Look, we can be Ruby D, Ozzy Davis if you wanted to
The two of us, hangin’ out the coupe with our deuces up
Why don’t we?
I don’t understand why we are standin’ here
Why don’t we?
Run so far away that they can’t find us here?
I ain’t afraid to die for my city, just to shine ’em through
Maybe go to Heaven, see your auntie, take a pic or two
And tell her what a woman you’ve become and how I’m proud of you
And how I seen you naked and I never seen a better view
Damn your niece got so big
Mama she just lookin’ like you
Make a little progress, stumble backwards, it’s the cycle
I ain’t even trippin’ if my heart break
That’s the devil, she so bad she speed my heart rate
But I start to sin like

[Hook: Preston Harris]
I don’t know where you came from
But I know I love you, I love you, love you
I don’t know where you came from
But I know I love you, I love you

[Hook: Dora]
Drippin’
I know, I know, I know you see this drippin’ on me
On me, on me, on me
Drippin’
I know, I know, I know you see this drippin’ on me
On me, on me, on me

[Verse 1: Dolly]
Dolly’s goin’ back to back
Dolly went and got the sack
Bloomingdales and Saks
Dolly want the whole rack
Juugin’ like melting ice
Dolly don’t ask the price
I’m cutting up the night
Red bottom with the spikes
I go and catch a flight
Put that lil baby on ice
Fuck around and lose your life
Cartiers on my ice
Can’t see these bitches I’m so blind
Maybach, hit the blinds
It’s Dollywood, must I remind you?

[Hook: Dora]
Drippin’
I know, I know, I know you see this drippin’ on me
On me, on me, on me
Drippin’
I know, I know, I know you see this drippin’ on me
On me, on me, on me

[Verse 2: Dora]
Watchin’ me stack by the pack
Crew bring it back by the bag
Bitch hatin’ yeah that way
Attitude Pac, givin’ fades
Really don’t trip about shit
YSL love no fakes
(?)
Dora don’t shook that bae
Dora don’t have that bae
Dora don’t kiss that bae
Dora don’t need that bae
Dora got the bae at the bay
Dora in the ‘Bach with the bae
Dora speakin’ (?) that bae
YSL they all my baes

[Hook: Dora]
Drippin’
I know, I know, I know you see this drippin’ on me
On me, on me, on me
Drippin’
I know, I know, I know you see this drippin’ on me
On me, on me, on me

[Intro]
(Listen to this track bitch)
Woah, Wop
Hah, Wop
Woah, sheesh
Burr, toy
Skrt, Wizzop

[Verse 1]
I take the good with the bad and the bad with the good
The plug sent the goods so I had to flood the hood
The plug sent the bag then I offed that too
That made me a bigger asset to the plug
But tell me how you feel when your plug tell on ya
Your partner in crime on thugs tell on ya
Talking 20 years, 30 years, 50 years
In the cell feeling drunk like you drunk 80 pills
Homicide though, genocide when I ride
When we die, only God knows where the bullets fly
In my Hummer truck, Will is coming through my car door
I had contract killers staying at my condo
Got a hole in your folk just to show I ain’t bluffing
Gotta vest up cause I sure ain’t ducking
Standing in the cold on the corner, flash O’s
Sold his soul to the devil for a Mac-11
100 bricks of pure coke, white like heaven
My Mexican copped the lick, connect doing confession
Sitting in the pin, son just turned seven
I progress then regress and this shit is getting depressing
But I count my stash ‘fore I count my blessings
And I load my weapon ‘fore I eat my breakfast
The streets keep talking and the snitches keep telling
Your whole life can change in a motherfucking second

[Hook]
Out the cage in a rage like I escaped out the zoo
They playing games with me when they know that I’m a fool
Set it off like Queen Latifah, give me the loot or I’ma shoot
You nincompoops so rude-a-poo, you tuti-fruit, you through
I’m an animal, a cannibal, they say I’m on the loose
Animal, a cannibal, they say I’m on the loose
Gucci Mane La Flare, you prolly seen me on the news
Out the cage in a rage like I escaped out the zoo

[Verse 2]
I might manic, I go in ang panic, don’t see nothing but red
Off my millions I can’t sleep for days cause I hear voices in my head
This lil devil on my left shoulder say “shoot him in his dreads”
While an angel on the right whisper “just shoot him in the leg”
I admit that I might need some help, I guess I made a step
Man they think I need a shrink cause I fear God but don’t fear death
I’m so selfish, I bought 80 pints to drink ’em by myself
A swimming pool full of drank, I dive in like I’m Michael Phelps
Louis glasses, Ferragamo belt, I’m Gucci Mane XL
YSL with the new Gazelles that match my blue Chevelle
Bitches laughing like I’m Dave Chappelle cause I stay fresh as hell
Zone 6, Zone 6, you don’t like it? Kill yourself

[Hook]
Out the cage in a rage like I escaped out the zoo
They playing games with me when they know that I’m a fool
Set it off like Queen Latifah, give me the loot or I’ma shoot
You nincompoops, so rude-a-poo, you tuti-fruit, you through
I’m an animal, a cannibal, they say I’m on the loose
Animal, a cannibal, they say I’m on the loose
Gucci Mane La Flare, you prolly seen me on the news
Out the cage in a rage like I escaped out the zoo

[Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
50 some bands on my juice
Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
So fresh that I made the news
Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
20 bands in my locker at school
Me and Longway too cool for you fools
MPA, YSL what it do?
We don’t play fair or play by your rules
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
We the shit, Thug Life my clique
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice

[Verse 1: PeeWee & Young Thug]
I got the boots, I got a coupe
I got no roof
I got a boo, she got a boo with way bigger boobs
Longway and Thugger
We switcharoo bitches and we like to fuck em’ by the two
Jumanji, Jumanji, Giuseppe Zanotti
The leprechaun bitches move
I walk in the club and I dap it
My coupe is all filled with gadgets
Get way too much green like a salad
Wrap it and ship it the package
Young nigga’s trappin’ and rappin’
I got the pints stacked up in my cabinet
Young rich nigga live lavish
I [?] for the kids
I’m spending a hundred bands, just to fuck up my kidneys
Sneaking, geeking on the molly, know she feelin’
I got the juice, pull up Actavis too with your bitch
Rollin’ up the good fruit
Sippin’ and spillin’, pour 8 in the deuce
Lean, lean, lean
I’m Uncle Phil for the week
I got Pints only for me
Smokin’ on g
Tell uncle Snoop what It do, it is too plain to see
Long way lil bitch check my Feng Shui
I got the juice in the booth, we can turn the fuck up any day

[Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
50 some bands on my juice
Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
So fresh that I made the news
Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
20 bands in my locker at school
Me and Longway too cool for you fools
MPA, YSL what it do?
We don’t play fair or play by your rules
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
We the shit, Thug Life my clique
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice

[Verse 2]
How the fuck I can’t afford
My molly white like a tourist
Her booty fatter than Norbit
I told your bitch that she was gorgeous
Just a little something to do when I get bored
Might pull up, get head in the Porsche
Light the fuck up leave the bitches, no torch
Hundred bricks stuffed in the Honda Accord
Hundred grand inside my pockets, San-Tan molly
Imma make your bitch snort it
Peewee Longway, the Blue M&M
Made a million dollar dealin’, food
My style is safari, she [?] my body
And put spikes on top of my Jimmy Choo’s
Got spikes on my Louie Vuitton’s
My diamonds they hit it and fight like a hadouken
That pussy so wet, I think she got shot in the coochie with the uzi
Young Thugga and Longway I don’t fuck with dude’s, playin’ with choppers making breaking news
No doctor prescription but we got the juice
Colossal livin’, Double R Peekaboo

[Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
50 some bands on my juice
Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
So fresh that I made the news
Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
20 bands in my locker at school
Me and Longway too cool for you fools
MPA, YSL what it do?
We don’t play fair or play by your rules
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
We the shit, Thug Life my clique
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice