Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Kilo's on fire)
Big Za
(Gentle Beatz)
Yeah
Tell them haters keep hatin', pussy nigga can't stop me (You can't stop me)
Watch and rings hittin', it look like they boxin' (Pew, pew, pew)
Pants saggin', hand all on my dick, I'm too cocky (I'm too cocky)
Ain't no half-steppin', baby, go on head and pop it (Pop it, bae)
Trap get ready (I'm ready), pockets look messy
Left wrist water (Bling), right wrist heavy
Trap get ready (I'm ready), pockets look messy
Left wrist water (Bling), right wrist heavy
Ayy, you pretty, I need you with me (Come here, bae)
Pulled up in a Bentley, she say, "You the biggest"
Your boyfriend bummy, bae, we drippin'
He ain't gettin' money, we count chicken
I'm smokin' big 'za, you can barely see my eyes, nigga
You can't play with none of us unless you wanna die, nigga
No, he ain't gettin' no money, he stay 'flaging
I got lows for eleven, come get a Clay Thompson
Double cup on the road, bad bitch eatin' me up (Huh?)
DLow's on fire, he's heatin' up (He's heatin' up)
In a Lamb' truck, treatin' it like a go-kart (Yoom)
Bae, this ain't no Polo sweater, this Chrome Heart
Tell them haters keep hatin', pussy nigga can't stop me (You can't stop me)
Watch and rings hittin', it look like they boxin' (Pew, pew, pew)
Pants saggin', hand all on my dick, I'm too cocky (I'm too cocky)
Ain't no half-steppin', baby, go on head and pop it (Pop it, bae)
Trap get ready (I'm ready), pockets look messy
Left wrist water (Bling), right wrist heavy
Trap get ready (I'm ready), pockets look messy
Left wrist water (Bling), right wrist heavy
Nigga, nigga
Yeah, yeah
Big Za
Bossman Dlow - 2 Slippery Album Lyrics
Bossman Dlow - 2 Slippery Lyrics
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Finesse
Nigga, yeah, yeah
Big Za
(Gentle Beatz)
Nigga, nigga
I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (big, big, big), you better come correct (come correct)
These hoes stay choosin' (huh?), Trap straight boomin' (yeah)
I'm a pack mover (yeah), I'm a weight loser (yeah)
I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (big, big, big), you better come correct (come correct)
These hoes stay choosin' (huh?), Trap straight boomin' (yeah)
I'm a pack mover (yeah), I'm a weight loser (yeah)
I remember breakin' into houses, okay, where the cameras at? (Where they at?)
Now I got like thirty G's stuffed inside a fanny pack
Plug threw a nine-piece, okay, bet, I'ma handle that
You ain't keep it P? Okay, bet, stand on that
All these designer clothes, I look like a damn booster
Hunnid in a sixty, f*ck a state trooper
Phone chirpin' in the mornin', bae, we roosters
Them niggas ain't ballin', bae, we hoopers
Huh? Bae, we D1 (yeah)
We ain't worried 'bout nothin', bae, I got funds (yeah)
Reup on some yeah, yeah
Reup on some shh, hit the trap, get it done
I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (big, big, big), you better come correct (come correct)
These hoes stay choosin' (huh?), Trap straight boomin' (yeah)
I'm a pack mover (yeah), I'm a weight loser (yeah)
I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (big, big, big), you better come correct (come correct)
These hoes stay choosin' (huh?), Trap straight boomin' (yeah)
I'm a pack mover (yeah), I'm a weight loser (yeah)
I can make the dope stretch
And I'm 'bout my check
Trap straight boomin'
Them niggas ain't ballin', bae, we hoopers
I can teach finesse
You better come correct
Trap straight boomin'
I'm a weight loser
Big Za
(Gentle Beatz)
Nigga, nigga
I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (big, big, big), you better come correct (come correct)
These hoes stay choosin' (huh?), Trap straight boomin' (yeah)
I'm a pack mover (yeah), I'm a weight loser (yeah)
I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (big, big, big), you better come correct (come correct)
These hoes stay choosin' (huh?), Trap straight boomin' (yeah)
I'm a pack mover (yeah), I'm a weight loser (yeah)
I remember breakin' into houses, okay, where the cameras at? (Where they at?)
Now I got like thirty G's stuffed inside a fanny pack
Plug threw a nine-piece, okay, bet, I'ma handle that
You ain't keep it P? Okay, bet, stand on that
All these designer clothes, I look like a damn booster
Hunnid in a sixty, f*ck a state trooper
Phone chirpin' in the mornin', bae, we roosters
Them niggas ain't ballin', bae, we hoopers
Huh? Bae, we D1 (yeah)
We ain't worried 'bout nothin', bae, I got funds (yeah)
Reup on some yeah, yeah
Reup on some shh, hit the trap, get it done
I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (big, big, big), you better come correct (come correct)
These hoes stay choosin' (huh?), Trap straight boomin' (yeah)
I'm a pack mover (yeah), I'm a weight loser (yeah)
I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (big, big, big), you better come correct (come correct)
These hoes stay choosin' (huh?), Trap straight boomin' (yeah)
I'm a pack mover (yeah), I'm a weight loser (yeah)
I can make the dope stretch
And I'm 'bout my check
Trap straight boomin'
Them niggas ain't ballin', bae, we hoopers
I can teach finesse
You better come correct
Trap straight boomin'
I'm a weight loser
Writer: Daniel Schnabel, Devante Mccreary
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Fly Girl
(Gentle Beatz)
Ain't even been to sleep, dog, I don't need no damn rest
Cut the small talk, run me my damn check
She wanna get in the pool, but she can't get her hair wet
She want French tip, took her to the nail tech'
They ain't cut like us, we don't even see them niggas
Took the Carti' out the freezer, look like a TV dinner
Know you tired of them lames, bae, I know you need a winner
Ass up, in the mirror, she can see me in her
Ain't even been to sleep, dog, I don't need no damn rest
Cut the small talk, run me my damn check
She wanna get in the pool, but she can't get her hair wet
She want French tip, took her to the nail tech'
They ain't cut like us, we don't even see them niggas
Took the Carti' out the freezer, look like a TV dinner
Know you tired of them lames, bae, I know you need a winner
Ass up, in the mirror, she can see me in her
Valet park help me with the luggage
Presidential limo' tint, they can't even see us f*ckin'
Bad bitch with me, top dropped, I want them to see me
Bae, you know that pussy water, I call it lil' Fiji
I'm shittin' on all my exes
Bae, where you going? You look sexy
She say when she eat it, she get messy
She say, "I throw that ass back, is you gon' catch it?
Bae, I'm outside in a Mercedes
She love when I call her baby
Yeah, say my diamonds make her wanna taste me
Say good dick make her crazy
Ain't even been to sleep, dog, I don't need no damn rest
Cut the small talk, run me my damn check
She wanna get in the pool, but she can't get her hair wet
She want French tip, took her to the nail tech'
They ain't cut like us, we don't even see them niggas
Took the Carti' out the freezer, look like a TV dinner
Know you tired of them lames, bae, I know you need a winner
Ass up, in the mirror, she can see me in her
Ain't even been to sleep, dog, I don't need no damn rest
Cut the small talk, run me my damn check
She wanna get in the pool, but she can't get her hair wet
She want French tip, took her to the nail tech'
They ain't cut like us, we don't even see them niggas
Took the Carti' out the freezer, look like a TV dinner
Know you tired of them lames, bae, I know you need a winner
Ass up, in the mirror, she can see me in her
Ain't even been to sleep, dog, I don't need no damn rest
Cut the small talk, run me my damn check
She wanna get in the pool, but she can't get her hair wet
She want French tip, took her to the nail tech'
They ain't cut like us, we don't even see them niggas
Took the Carti' out the freezer, look like a TV dinner
Know you tired of them lames, bae, I know you need a winner
Ass up, in the mirror, she can see me in her
Ain't even been to sleep, dog, I don't need no damn rest
Cut the small talk, run me my damn check
She wanna get in the pool, but she can't get her hair wet
She want French tip, took her to the nail tech'
They ain't cut like us, we don't even see them niggas
Took the Carti' out the freezer, look like a TV dinner
Know you tired of them lames, bae, I know you need a winner
Ass up, in the mirror, she can see me in her
Valet park help me with the luggage
Presidential limo' tint, they can't even see us f*ckin'
Bad bitch with me, top dropped, I want them to see me
Bae, you know that pussy water, I call it lil' Fiji
I'm shittin' on all my exes
Bae, where you going? You look sexy
She say when she eat it, she get messy
She say, "I throw that ass back, is you gon' catch it?
Bae, I'm outside in a Mercedes
She love when I call her baby
Yeah, say my diamonds make her wanna taste me
Say good dick make her crazy
Ain't even been to sleep, dog, I don't need no damn rest
Cut the small talk, run me my damn check
She wanna get in the pool, but she can't get her hair wet
She want French tip, took her to the nail tech'
They ain't cut like us, we don't even see them niggas
Took the Carti' out the freezer, look like a TV dinner
Know you tired of them lames, bae, I know you need a winner
Ass up, in the mirror, she can see me in her
Ain't even been to sleep, dog, I don't need no damn rest
Cut the small talk, run me my damn check
She wanna get in the pool, but she can't get her hair wet
She want French tip, took her to the nail tech'
They ain't cut like us, we don't even see them niggas
Took the Carti' out the freezer, look like a TV dinner
Know you tired of them lames, bae, I know you need a winner
Ass up, in the mirror, she can see me in her
Writer: Daniel Schnabel, Devante McCreary, Rinat Akhmetshin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Creed
Nigga
Yeah
My motherf*ckin' wrist on froze, shit on ski (Bling)
I might pull somethin' off the lot, give me my keys
I gotta call the bank and order fifty G's (Fifty G's)
Have fifty bands in twenties for me please (Please, baby)
He been in the streets, why the f*ck he ain't got no cheese? (F*ck)
This an AMG, why you think I ain't gon' speed? (Yoom)
'Fore I punt these bags, I spray on some Creed (Pew, pew, pew)
I'm really in the field, still got on my cleats (Nigga)
Mr. I Don't Care 'Bout the Price, go 'head, get it, baby (Get it, baby)
You f*ck me, I'll take you shopping, I ain't trippin', baby
Huh, I'm that nigga poppin', I'm the littest, baby
Bein' broke ain't an option, let's get chicken, baby
Pulled up Lamb' truck, I got the f*ckin' block jumpin'
I'm shiftin' on them crackers, 12 can't stop nothin' (No)
Pulled up with my pockets on-
Pulled up with my pocket lookin' like I robbed somethin'
He folded when them crackers came, he wasn't built for that
I wouldn't tell them crackers a thing, I'm too real for that (Facts)
I'ma show my ass, I'm with the f*ck shit (Nigga)
Bitch, I got a bag, ho, I'm drug rich (Nigga)
Apply that pressure, that's how I'm comin' (Yeah)
Police pull me, I'ma gun it (Yeah)
She wanna f*ck me with her friend, if she like it, then I love it (Come here, baby)
I got them racks on me in public (Racks)
You can't cuff me, bitch, I'm buggin' (Don't)
Ain't tryna lay up, bitch, I'm dunkin' (No)
My motherf*ckin' wrist on froze, shit on ski (Bling)
I might pull somethin' off the lot, give me my keys
I gotta call the bank and order fifty G's (Fifty G's)
Have fifty bands in twenties for me please (Please, baby)
He been in the streets, why the f*ck he ain't got no cheese? (F*ck)
This an AMG, why you think I ain't gon' speed? (Yoom)
'Fore I punt these bags, I spray on some Creed (Pew, pew, pew)
I'm really in the field, still got on my cleats (Nigga)
Yeah
My motherf*ckin' wrist on froze, shit on ski (Bling)
I might pull somethin' off the lot, give me my keys
I gotta call the bank and order fifty G's (Fifty G's)
Have fifty bands in twenties for me please (Please, baby)
He been in the streets, why the f*ck he ain't got no cheese? (F*ck)
This an AMG, why you think I ain't gon' speed? (Yoom)
'Fore I punt these bags, I spray on some Creed (Pew, pew, pew)
I'm really in the field, still got on my cleats (Nigga)
Mr. I Don't Care 'Bout the Price, go 'head, get it, baby (Get it, baby)
You f*ck me, I'll take you shopping, I ain't trippin', baby
Huh, I'm that nigga poppin', I'm the littest, baby
Bein' broke ain't an option, let's get chicken, baby
Pulled up Lamb' truck, I got the f*ckin' block jumpin'
I'm shiftin' on them crackers, 12 can't stop nothin' (No)
Pulled up with my pockets on-
Pulled up with my pocket lookin' like I robbed somethin'
He folded when them crackers came, he wasn't built for that
I wouldn't tell them crackers a thing, I'm too real for that (Facts)
I'ma show my ass, I'm with the f*ck shit (Nigga)
Bitch, I got a bag, ho, I'm drug rich (Nigga)
Apply that pressure, that's how I'm comin' (Yeah)
Police pull me, I'ma gun it (Yeah)
She wanna f*ck me with her friend, if she like it, then I love it (Come here, baby)
I got them racks on me in public (Racks)
You can't cuff me, bitch, I'm buggin' (Don't)
Ain't tryna lay up, bitch, I'm dunkin' (No)
My motherf*ckin' wrist on froze, shit on ski (Bling)
I might pull somethin' off the lot, give me my keys
I gotta call the bank and order fifty G's (Fifty G's)
Have fifty bands in twenties for me please (Please, baby)
He been in the streets, why the f*ck he ain't got no cheese? (F*ck)
This an AMG, why you think I ain't gon' speed? (Yoom)
'Fore I punt these bags, I spray on some Creed (Pew, pew, pew)
I'm really in the field, still got on my cleats (Nigga)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Pop My Shit
(Damn)
Nigga
Nigga
Yeah (Big Za)
Pussy (Big Za), nigga
Yeah
Diamonds on me dancin' (nigga), pinky ring full of crystals, bae (bling)
Big Za in the building, come and take a picture, bae (Za)
Young nigga poppin' shit, you know I'm that nigga, bae (yeah)
Wrist piece on bling-blaow, neck piece on blizzard, bae (bling)
I'll throw some ones, baby, you do that dance on me (come here, bae)
I'll throw a thousand more, keep shakin' that ass on me (come here, bae)
Young nigga ridin' 'round with a-, yeah (yeah)
Young nigga ridin' 'round, fifty thousand cash on me
Hoppin' out a black truck, Off-White 'fit (nigga)
It took a lot of grindin' just to talk this shit, nigga
Re-up on some-, I gotta get off of these bitches, nigga
Pockets full of-, I'm startin' to walk like a chicken, nigga
Speed limit twenty-five, got caught doin' sixty, nigga (yoom)
Fifteen hundred on Balenciagas, it cost just to kick it, nigga
I'm that nigga, bae, I feel myself (I feel myself)
I'm drivin' this bitch like I wanna kill myself (yoom)
Diamonds on me dancin' (nigga), pinky ring full of crystals, bae (bling)
Big Za in the building, come and take a picture, bae (Za)
Young nigga poppin' shit, you know I'm that nigga, bae (yeah)
Wrist piece bling-blaow, neck piece blizzard, bae (bling)
I'll throw some ones, baby, you do that dance on me (come here, bae)
I'll throw a thousand more, keep shakin' that ass on me (come here, bae)
Young nigga ridin' 'round with a, yeah (yeah)
Young nigga ridin' 'round, fifty thousand cash on me
Nigga
Nigga
Yeah (Big Za)
Pussy (Big Za), nigga
Yeah
Diamonds on me dancin' (nigga), pinky ring full of crystals, bae (bling)
Big Za in the building, come and take a picture, bae (Za)
Young nigga poppin' shit, you know I'm that nigga, bae (yeah)
Wrist piece on bling-blaow, neck piece on blizzard, bae (bling)
I'll throw some ones, baby, you do that dance on me (come here, bae)
I'll throw a thousand more, keep shakin' that ass on me (come here, bae)
Young nigga ridin' 'round with a-, yeah (yeah)
Young nigga ridin' 'round, fifty thousand cash on me
Hoppin' out a black truck, Off-White 'fit (nigga)
It took a lot of grindin' just to talk this shit, nigga
Re-up on some-, I gotta get off of these bitches, nigga
Pockets full of-, I'm startin' to walk like a chicken, nigga
Speed limit twenty-five, got caught doin' sixty, nigga (yoom)
Fifteen hundred on Balenciagas, it cost just to kick it, nigga
I'm that nigga, bae, I feel myself (I feel myself)
I'm drivin' this bitch like I wanna kill myself (yoom)
Diamonds on me dancin' (nigga), pinky ring full of crystals, bae (bling)
Big Za in the building, come and take a picture, bae (Za)
Young nigga poppin' shit, you know I'm that nigga, bae (yeah)
Wrist piece bling-blaow, neck piece blizzard, bae (bling)
I'll throw some ones, baby, you do that dance on me (come here, bae)
I'll throw a thousand more, keep shakin' that ass on me (come here, bae)
Young nigga ridin' 'round with a, yeah (yeah)
Young nigga ridin' 'round, fifty thousand cash on me
Writer: Devante McCreary, Emmanuel Kolapo
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Phil Jackson
Big Za
The biggest, nigga
I be makin' plays like Phil Jackson, baby
Come and f*ck with Mr. Make it happen, baby, yeah
Yeah
F*ck they talkin' 'bout?
Look
I be makin' plays like Phil Jackson, baby (brrt)
Come and f*ck with Mr. Make It Happen, baby (come here, baby)
I'll call you later, get up with me, I'm in traffic, baby (traffic, baby)
And we ain't gotta get on facebook to get active, baby (facts, nigga)
I was in the trap when they was screamin' trappin' dead, nigga (trap ain't dead, nigga)
The type of nigga if I ain't make no bread
I ain't goin' to bed, nigga (I ain't goin' to bed, nigga)
I ain't doin' all that talkin', I know how to play it, nigga (know how to play it, nigga)
Watermelon Runtz got me feelin' like I'm on meds, nigga
I can serve a nigga some lows like eight a P (like eight)
He better go play with them hoes 'fore he play with me (pussy-ass nigga)
I could turn a three-five to seven like I'm KD, nigga (brrt)
Went to the trap, walked off the field like I'm AB, nigga (facts)
These bitches wanna f*ck a nigga, I ain't never need no clout
Tyreek Hill in the trenches, know a nigga seen a route (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
We was breakin' into houses before your mama let you leave the house (facts)
They trippin' 'bout some hoes and I still got all this cheese to count
I'll call you back in a lil' minute, I'm real busy
Solid nigga from the trenches, this shit in me, uh (Merk City, boy)
In my city, we run up tickets and move swiftly, uh
Cracker thought he had me, I switched lanes and kept shiftin', uh (skrrt)
Bad bitch got the perfect ass and titties, uh (yeah)
She throwin' that ass like she play for Kansas City, uh (yeah)
Bad bitch got the perfect ass and titties, uh (yeah)
She throwin' that ass like she play for Kansas City (come here, bae)
I be makin' plays like Phil Jackson, baby (brrt)
Come and f*ck with Mr. Make It Happen, baby (come here, baby)
I'll call you later, get up with me, I'm in traffic, baby (traffic, baby)
And we ain't gotta get on Facebook to get active, baby (facts, nigga)
I was in the trap when they was screamin' trappin' dead, nigga (trap ain't dead, nigga)
The type of nigga if I ain't make no bread
I ain't goin' to bed, nigga (I ain't goin' to bed, nigga)
I ain't doin' all that talkin', I know how to play it, nigga (know how to play it, nigga)
Watermelon Runtz got me feelin' like I'm on meds, nigga
Yeah (Phil Jackson, baby)
Yeah (like eight)
Come and f*ck with Mr. Make It Happen, baby (pussy-ass nigga)
Get up with me, I'm in traffic, baby (brrt)
Get on Facebook to get active, baby (facts)
Trappin' dead, nigga
If I ain't make no bread, I ain't goin' to bed, nigga (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I know how to play it, nigga (facts)
Got me feelin' like I'm on meds, nigga
The biggest, nigga
I be makin' plays like Phil Jackson, baby
Come and f*ck with Mr. Make it happen, baby, yeah
Yeah
F*ck they talkin' 'bout?
Look
I be makin' plays like Phil Jackson, baby (brrt)
Come and f*ck with Mr. Make It Happen, baby (come here, baby)
I'll call you later, get up with me, I'm in traffic, baby (traffic, baby)
And we ain't gotta get on facebook to get active, baby (facts, nigga)
I was in the trap when they was screamin' trappin' dead, nigga (trap ain't dead, nigga)
The type of nigga if I ain't make no bread
I ain't goin' to bed, nigga (I ain't goin' to bed, nigga)
I ain't doin' all that talkin', I know how to play it, nigga (know how to play it, nigga)
Watermelon Runtz got me feelin' like I'm on meds, nigga
I can serve a nigga some lows like eight a P (like eight)
He better go play with them hoes 'fore he play with me (pussy-ass nigga)
I could turn a three-five to seven like I'm KD, nigga (brrt)
Went to the trap, walked off the field like I'm AB, nigga (facts)
These bitches wanna f*ck a nigga, I ain't never need no clout
Tyreek Hill in the trenches, know a nigga seen a route (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
We was breakin' into houses before your mama let you leave the house (facts)
They trippin' 'bout some hoes and I still got all this cheese to count
I'll call you back in a lil' minute, I'm real busy
Solid nigga from the trenches, this shit in me, uh (Merk City, boy)
In my city, we run up tickets and move swiftly, uh
Cracker thought he had me, I switched lanes and kept shiftin', uh (skrrt)
Bad bitch got the perfect ass and titties, uh (yeah)
She throwin' that ass like she play for Kansas City, uh (yeah)
Bad bitch got the perfect ass and titties, uh (yeah)
She throwin' that ass like she play for Kansas City (come here, bae)
I be makin' plays like Phil Jackson, baby (brrt)
Come and f*ck with Mr. Make It Happen, baby (come here, baby)
I'll call you later, get up with me, I'm in traffic, baby (traffic, baby)
And we ain't gotta get on Facebook to get active, baby (facts, nigga)
I was in the trap when they was screamin' trappin' dead, nigga (trap ain't dead, nigga)
The type of nigga if I ain't make no bread
I ain't goin' to bed, nigga (I ain't goin' to bed, nigga)
I ain't doin' all that talkin', I know how to play it, nigga (know how to play it, nigga)
Watermelon Runtz got me feelin' like I'm on meds, nigga
Yeah (Phil Jackson, baby)
Yeah (like eight)
Come and f*ck with Mr. Make It Happen, baby (pussy-ass nigga)
Get up with me, I'm in traffic, baby (brrt)
Get on Facebook to get active, baby (facts)
Trappin' dead, nigga
If I ain't make no bread, I ain't goin' to bed, nigga (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I know how to play it, nigga (facts)
Got me feelin' like I'm on meds, nigga
Writer: Devante McCreary, Rami Casey, Roy Hughs
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Rotation
Hello? (Hello?)
Yeah
What's up, bro?
Yeah, what you say you got again?
Three-forty
Say you got what?
Mmm?
Got what?
Three-forty
(Wait, hold on, this Dental?)
Skrrt, Big Za (Yup, yup)
Mhm, yeah (Yup)
Like that (Yup), uh
You ready to die about that bitch, I know you silly (Silly)
I fell in love with Turo, I just got the Rover tinted (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I got two for two, come get both of these bitches (Brrrt)
I'm in rotation like some rotisserie chicken, nigga (Nigga)
Kick his pussy ass out the circle, I know he snitchin' (Pussy)
I could've watched you do it, I still don't know who did it (Uh)
Treat that foreign like a new apartment, I'm movin' in it
He spreadin' eight hundred dollars like we don't know he trippin' (Broke-ass nigga)
Uh, he must think he got a check (Haha)
Ho, I'm steppin' on they neck, all my pockets look like Shrek, nigga (Nigga)
You got two choices, you could be mad or respect it, nigga (Which one, nigga?)
I'm countin' cheddar in that Tesla, this ain't no Lexus, nigga (Ain't no Lexus, nigga)
He broker than a bitch, how the f*ck you call that steppin', nigga? (F*ck you steppin', nigga? Wait, hold on, this Dental?)
I got out of bed and had power plays for breakfast, nigga (Brrt)
See, gettin' money plus stuntin' equals niggas hatin' (Niggas hatin')
I was strugglin', got some money and solved my situation (Yup)
I'm the type of nigga make a million, still be juggilatin' (Trap nigga)
Street nigga, can't post no pictures, they investigatin' (F*ck trolls)
Uh, oh, he ain't servin' nothin'
I can teach you squares how to cut these circles up, uh (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Stackin' hundreds, road runnin', come and learn from us (Yup)
White Bimmer, red interior, smokin' Purple Runtz, uh
Dick got a hundred, man, f*ck it, I'm pullin' up, uh
You made fifteen hundred? Don't even show me, put it up, uh (Put that shit up, nigga)
I'm in that- this bitch sound like a dually truck, uh (Skrrt)
He tryna fade me 'cause I had his lady tooted up
Face down, ass up, I'm tryna paint this bitch
Double cup, keep your lean, I don't drink that shit (I don't drink that shit)
Gotta stand on business in these streets, nigga'll take your shit (Wait, hold on, this Dental? Let me get that)
I don't want no f*ck niggas 'round me, I can't fake with jit (Nope)
You ready to die about that bitch, I know you silly (Silly-ass)
I fell in love with Turo, I just got the Rover tinted, uh (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I got two for two, come get both of these bitches, uh (Both of 'em, nigga)
I'm in rotation like some rotisserie chicken, nigga (Nigga)
Yeah
What's up, bro?
Yeah, what you say you got again?
Three-forty
Say you got what?
Mmm?
Got what?
Three-forty
(Wait, hold on, this Dental?)
Skrrt, Big Za (Yup, yup)
Mhm, yeah (Yup)
Like that (Yup), uh
You ready to die about that bitch, I know you silly (Silly)
I fell in love with Turo, I just got the Rover tinted (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I got two for two, come get both of these bitches (Brrrt)
I'm in rotation like some rotisserie chicken, nigga (Nigga)
Kick his pussy ass out the circle, I know he snitchin' (Pussy)
I could've watched you do it, I still don't know who did it (Uh)
Treat that foreign like a new apartment, I'm movin' in it
He spreadin' eight hundred dollars like we don't know he trippin' (Broke-ass nigga)
Uh, he must think he got a check (Haha)
Ho, I'm steppin' on they neck, all my pockets look like Shrek, nigga (Nigga)
You got two choices, you could be mad or respect it, nigga (Which one, nigga?)
I'm countin' cheddar in that Tesla, this ain't no Lexus, nigga (Ain't no Lexus, nigga)
He broker than a bitch, how the f*ck you call that steppin', nigga? (F*ck you steppin', nigga? Wait, hold on, this Dental?)
I got out of bed and had power plays for breakfast, nigga (Brrt)
See, gettin' money plus stuntin' equals niggas hatin' (Niggas hatin')
I was strugglin', got some money and solved my situation (Yup)
I'm the type of nigga make a million, still be juggilatin' (Trap nigga)
Street nigga, can't post no pictures, they investigatin' (F*ck trolls)
Uh, oh, he ain't servin' nothin'
I can teach you squares how to cut these circles up, uh (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Stackin' hundreds, road runnin', come and learn from us (Yup)
White Bimmer, red interior, smokin' Purple Runtz, uh
Dick got a hundred, man, f*ck it, I'm pullin' up, uh
You made fifteen hundred? Don't even show me, put it up, uh (Put that shit up, nigga)
I'm in that- this bitch sound like a dually truck, uh (Skrrt)
He tryna fade me 'cause I had his lady tooted up
Face down, ass up, I'm tryna paint this bitch
Double cup, keep your lean, I don't drink that shit (I don't drink that shit)
Gotta stand on business in these streets, nigga'll take your shit (Wait, hold on, this Dental? Let me get that)
I don't want no f*ck niggas 'round me, I can't fake with jit (Nope)
You ready to die about that bitch, I know you silly (Silly-ass)
I fell in love with Turo, I just got the Rover tinted, uh (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I got two for two, come get both of these bitches, uh (Both of 'em, nigga)
I'm in rotation like some rotisserie chicken, nigga (Nigga)
Writer: Daniel Schnabel, Devante Mccreary
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Chick-fil-A
Yeah, Big Za
Mm-hmm, yeah, yeah (you aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
Trap, Big Za, nigga
That bitch say trap boomin', all the junkies drivin' through like Chick-fil-A (trap)
'Posed to link up with this bitch, forgot I had to catch my play (damn)
Snapper talk that money talk, now he ain't got shit else to say
I'm smokin' Lemon Pound Cake, four hundred a twenty-eight
Pull up in that mmm, what the f*ck you thought, baby?
Bitch ain't give me shit (no), made myself a boss, baby
Only thing I ever really ran from was the law, baby
And I'm built solid, I'ma lay down if I get caught, baby
Known for turnin' bitches on, known for gettin' it off, baby
This Bond No. 9 cologne and I'm dripped in sauce, baby
Fresher than a motherf*cker, duckin', dodgin' undercover
Tried to trust a bitch before, never will I trust another
Pull up Bimmer X4 (skrrt), pockets like a bag of Ruffles
Brodie love to keep his pole and he super quick to bust you
Ain't no gopher turtle, bitch, that mean I ain't goin' for nothin'
I remember I was a jit, neighbor seen me servin' junkies
You can't tell my mama shit, she already know I'm thuggin' (facts)
Give a f*ck about a bitch, I just want more cheese than Chuck E. (bitch)
Caught a play when I was sleep, I guess I do this in my sleep (facts)
Trappin' seven days a week, play with more sand than a beach
Bad bitch, ass like a peach, say she want a ocean view (huh?)
Took that bitch to Comfort Suites
(DLow, we don't f*ck with you), bitch, I ain't lose no sleep
Actin' like you on somethin', niggas know you cupcake (pussy)
Ain't nan' one of us James Harden, you ain't gotta pump fake (yup)
I can get you all you want to eat just like a buffet (yup)
One call, hello? That'll get you duct taped
Ridin' low, keep makin' moves, he pillow talk like ladies do
I ain't finna play with you, find you somethin' safe to do
Nigga (pussy), nigga (nigga), nigga
Nigga (pillow talk)
We keep makin' moves, he pillow talk like ladies do
I ain't finna play with you, find you somethin' safe to do
Mm-hmm, yeah, yeah (you aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
Trap, Big Za, nigga
That bitch say trap boomin', all the junkies drivin' through like Chick-fil-A (trap)
'Posed to link up with this bitch, forgot I had to catch my play (damn)
Snapper talk that money talk, now he ain't got shit else to say
I'm smokin' Lemon Pound Cake, four hundred a twenty-eight
Pull up in that mmm, what the f*ck you thought, baby?
Bitch ain't give me shit (no), made myself a boss, baby
Only thing I ever really ran from was the law, baby
And I'm built solid, I'ma lay down if I get caught, baby
Known for turnin' bitches on, known for gettin' it off, baby
This Bond No. 9 cologne and I'm dripped in sauce, baby
Fresher than a motherf*cker, duckin', dodgin' undercover
Tried to trust a bitch before, never will I trust another
Pull up Bimmer X4 (skrrt), pockets like a bag of Ruffles
Brodie love to keep his pole and he super quick to bust you
Ain't no gopher turtle, bitch, that mean I ain't goin' for nothin'
I remember I was a jit, neighbor seen me servin' junkies
You can't tell my mama shit, she already know I'm thuggin' (facts)
Give a f*ck about a bitch, I just want more cheese than Chuck E. (bitch)
Caught a play when I was sleep, I guess I do this in my sleep (facts)
Trappin' seven days a week, play with more sand than a beach
Bad bitch, ass like a peach, say she want a ocean view (huh?)
Took that bitch to Comfort Suites
(DLow, we don't f*ck with you), bitch, I ain't lose no sleep
Actin' like you on somethin', niggas know you cupcake (pussy)
Ain't nan' one of us James Harden, you ain't gotta pump fake (yup)
I can get you all you want to eat just like a buffet (yup)
One call, hello? That'll get you duct taped
Ridin' low, keep makin' moves, he pillow talk like ladies do
I ain't finna play with you, find you somethin' safe to do
Nigga (pussy), nigga (nigga), nigga
Nigga (pillow talk)
We keep makin' moves, he pillow talk like ladies do
I ain't finna play with you, find you somethin' safe to do
Writer: Devante McCreary, Kornelijius Viksva, Tevin Blands
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Top Notch
Big Za, Big Za (Skrrt, skrrt)
Yoom
(Beep)
All I, jit (Big Za)
Look, Dlow, Big Za (Big Za)
Look
Real nigga (Dlow), money getter, I'm the G.O.A.T., jit
Big Za (Big Za), top notch all I smoke, jit
Leave me alone, don't call my phone with that broke shit (Nigga)
Hell nah, I don't get involved in no ho shit (No)
I been rippin' and runnin' (Gone)
You know I'm a hustler, I jumped out of prison and I ran that shit up from nothin' (Ran that shit up from nothin')
My sneaky link fallin' in love with me, she eat that dick up in public (That dick up in public)
And I ain't no killer, but I know my niggas'll come shoot the shit out you for me (Rrr)
Young fly nigga, I get big lucci, uh (Racks)
I got lil' niggas, they got big toolies, uh (Rraow)
I know bad bitches, they got bap coochie, uh (Bap)
Junkies love me, plug gon' bring that pack to me, uh
If you trust a bitch, you a big goofy
They say money can't make you happy, man, them niggas lied, ayy (Man, them niggas lied)
Bae, how you thick as f*ck and don't even know how to ride? Ayy, ayy (Don't know how to ride)
Thick bitch, leg up, hit her from the side, ayy, ayy
I ain't hard to find, catch me everywhere it's live, ayy, ayy (Everywhere it's lit)
I'm killin' niggas, put a nigga ass in the dirt, ayy, ayy (Rraow, rraow)
Port Salerno, 46 Ave, bitch, I'm from the Merk, ayy, ayy (Merk, Merk City)
His old lady been f*ckin', now his feelings hurt, ayy, ayy (He silly)
I'm f*ckin' her from every angle, boy, I feel like Kurt, uh, yeah, uh (Kurt, Kurt Angle, yeah)
Keep me out the mix, ayy (Keep me out the mix)
I'm tryna get rich, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, I'm hotter than grits, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Shake that ass, do a split, uh (Shake that ass, do a split)
Let a young nigga hit, uh (Let a young nigga f*ck)
Been thuggin' since a jit (Yeah, yeah)
Big Za in this bitch (Big Za)
Real nigga, money getter, I'm the G.O.A.T., jit
Big Za (Big Za), top notch all I smoke, jit
Leave me alone, don't call my phone with that broke shit (No)
Hell nah, I don't get involved in no ho shit
I been rippin' and runnin' (Gone)
You know I'm a hustler, I jumped out of prison and I ran that shit up from nothin' (Ran that shit up from nothin')
My sneaky link fallin' in love with me, she eat that dick up in public (She eat that dick up in public)
And I ain't no killer, but I know my niggas'll come shoot the shit out you for me (Rrr)
Uh, uh, uh
(Skrrt)
Yoom
(Beep)
All I, jit (Big Za)
Look, Dlow, Big Za (Big Za)
Look
Real nigga (Dlow), money getter, I'm the G.O.A.T., jit
Big Za (Big Za), top notch all I smoke, jit
Leave me alone, don't call my phone with that broke shit (Nigga)
Hell nah, I don't get involved in no ho shit (No)
I been rippin' and runnin' (Gone)
You know I'm a hustler, I jumped out of prison and I ran that shit up from nothin' (Ran that shit up from nothin')
My sneaky link fallin' in love with me, she eat that dick up in public (That dick up in public)
And I ain't no killer, but I know my niggas'll come shoot the shit out you for me (Rrr)
Young fly nigga, I get big lucci, uh (Racks)
I got lil' niggas, they got big toolies, uh (Rraow)
I know bad bitches, they got bap coochie, uh (Bap)
Junkies love me, plug gon' bring that pack to me, uh
If you trust a bitch, you a big goofy
They say money can't make you happy, man, them niggas lied, ayy (Man, them niggas lied)
Bae, how you thick as f*ck and don't even know how to ride? Ayy, ayy (Don't know how to ride)
Thick bitch, leg up, hit her from the side, ayy, ayy
I ain't hard to find, catch me everywhere it's live, ayy, ayy (Everywhere it's lit)
I'm killin' niggas, put a nigga ass in the dirt, ayy, ayy (Rraow, rraow)
Port Salerno, 46 Ave, bitch, I'm from the Merk, ayy, ayy (Merk, Merk City)
His old lady been f*ckin', now his feelings hurt, ayy, ayy (He silly)
I'm f*ckin' her from every angle, boy, I feel like Kurt, uh, yeah, uh (Kurt, Kurt Angle, yeah)
Keep me out the mix, ayy (Keep me out the mix)
I'm tryna get rich, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, I'm hotter than grits, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Shake that ass, do a split, uh (Shake that ass, do a split)
Let a young nigga hit, uh (Let a young nigga f*ck)
Been thuggin' since a jit (Yeah, yeah)
Big Za in this bitch (Big Za)
Real nigga, money getter, I'm the G.O.A.T., jit
Big Za (Big Za), top notch all I smoke, jit
Leave me alone, don't call my phone with that broke shit (No)
Hell nah, I don't get involved in no ho shit
I been rippin' and runnin' (Gone)
You know I'm a hustler, I jumped out of prison and I ran that shit up from nothin' (Ran that shit up from nothin')
My sneaky link fallin' in love with me, she eat that dick up in public (She eat that dick up in public)
And I ain't no killer, but I know my niggas'll come shoot the shit out you for me (Rrr)
Uh, uh, uh
(Skrrt)
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The Biggest
Nigga, uh, yeah, bitch, I'm the biggest
And don't forget the realest
Real money-gettin' nigga
I got a powerhouse, don't come through on a moped
I'm way too slippery to have some pressure with your broke ass
Uh, uh (nigga), steppin' like a doormat
Bad bitch, her ass fat and she walk like she know that
Nigga, uh, I'm super litty
I'm savage, but be chillin'
But'll go in your shit quickly, nigga
Uh, still winnin', yeah
Windows tinted, yeah
Chase bitches, no
Keep it pimpin', yeah
Still drippin', yeah
Ain't f*ckin' with you, no
Too slippery, yes, sir
I'm big za, baby
A trap star, baby
Bae, come outside, that's me in that foreign car, baby
I don't f*ck with no lil' fishes, I'm with the sharks, baby
You can come and eat with us, you ain't gotta starve baby
Mmm, and my bitch lit too
And I'll call lil' bruh to knock your shit loose
And I'm drinkin' Patron like it's grape juice
Bitch, I'm too damn big to try and chase you
Nigga, uh, yeah, bitch, I'm the biggest
And don't forget the realest
Real money-gettin' nigga
I got a powerhouse, don't come through on a moped
I'm way too slippery to have some pressure with your broke ass
Uh, uh, steppin' like a doormat
Bad bitch, her ass fat and she walk like she know that
Nigga, uh, I'm super litty
I'm savage, but be chillin'
But'll go in your shit quickly, nigga
Gumbo P's, they hittin'
Woo, seventeen P's in a minute
Shoot strong, Fatt Fox, is you five? Thought I was the biggest
Woo, fox head pendant f*ckin' glistenin'
Thought I was a trick show her I'm pimpin'
I ain't gon' lie, I'll spend a lil' bit on a pussy
But it can't be smellin' like fishes
Woo, two hundred a G, no hemi
Woo, bitch, I'm the f*ckin' biggest
Woo, nigga, it ain't on me, it's in me
When it's smoke for real, nigga, I'm hittin' them women
I shut all the traps down in the city
I bought all the fullies in the city
Nigga, I'm at war with my whole city
How many Foxes? It's a thousand, nigga
Woo, I boss up all my bitches
Woo, I turn rags into riches
Woo, I'm the one droppin' that cash, I got BD to call the blitzes
Nigga, that ho ain't had no ass until she came with me
She got her titties done
Nigga, I paid for everything 'cause she came with me
Yeah, bitch, I'm the biggest
And don't forget the realest
Real money-gettin' nigga
I got a powerhouse, don't come through on a moped
I'm way too slippery to have some pressure with your broke ass
Uh, uh, steppin' like a doormat
Bad bitch, her ass fat and she walk like she know that
Nigga, uh, I'm super litty
I'm savage, but be chillin'
But'll go in your shit quickly, nigga
Four shit, yeah
Four six, yeah
Poor shit, no
Ho shit, no
JG, yeah
Real street, yeah
Shit sweet, no, sir
Four shit, yeah
Four six, yeah
Poor shit, no
Ho shit, no
JG, yeah
Real street, yeah
Shit sweet, no, sir
And don't forget the realest
Real money-gettin' nigga
I got a powerhouse, don't come through on a moped
I'm way too slippery to have some pressure with your broke ass
Uh, uh (nigga), steppin' like a doormat
Bad bitch, her ass fat and she walk like she know that
Nigga, uh, I'm super litty
I'm savage, but be chillin'
But'll go in your shit quickly, nigga
Uh, still winnin', yeah
Windows tinted, yeah
Chase bitches, no
Keep it pimpin', yeah
Still drippin', yeah
Ain't f*ckin' with you, no
Too slippery, yes, sir
I'm big za, baby
A trap star, baby
Bae, come outside, that's me in that foreign car, baby
I don't f*ck with no lil' fishes, I'm with the sharks, baby
You can come and eat with us, you ain't gotta starve baby
Mmm, and my bitch lit too
And I'll call lil' bruh to knock your shit loose
And I'm drinkin' Patron like it's grape juice
Bitch, I'm too damn big to try and chase you
Nigga, uh, yeah, bitch, I'm the biggest
And don't forget the realest
Real money-gettin' nigga
I got a powerhouse, don't come through on a moped
I'm way too slippery to have some pressure with your broke ass
Uh, uh, steppin' like a doormat
Bad bitch, her ass fat and she walk like she know that
Nigga, uh, I'm super litty
I'm savage, but be chillin'
But'll go in your shit quickly, nigga
Gumbo P's, they hittin'
Woo, seventeen P's in a minute
Shoot strong, Fatt Fox, is you five? Thought I was the biggest
Woo, fox head pendant f*ckin' glistenin'
Thought I was a trick show her I'm pimpin'
I ain't gon' lie, I'll spend a lil' bit on a pussy
But it can't be smellin' like fishes
Woo, two hundred a G, no hemi
Woo, bitch, I'm the f*ckin' biggest
Woo, nigga, it ain't on me, it's in me
When it's smoke for real, nigga, I'm hittin' them women
I shut all the traps down in the city
I bought all the fullies in the city
Nigga, I'm at war with my whole city
How many Foxes? It's a thousand, nigga
Woo, I boss up all my bitches
Woo, I turn rags into riches
Woo, I'm the one droppin' that cash, I got BD to call the blitzes
Nigga, that ho ain't had no ass until she came with me
She got her titties done
Nigga, I paid for everything 'cause she came with me
Yeah, bitch, I'm the biggest
And don't forget the realest
Real money-gettin' nigga
I got a powerhouse, don't come through on a moped
I'm way too slippery to have some pressure with your broke ass
Uh, uh, steppin' like a doormat
Bad bitch, her ass fat and she walk like she know that
Nigga, uh, I'm super litty
I'm savage, but be chillin'
But'll go in your shit quickly, nigga
Four shit, yeah
Four six, yeah
Poor shit, no
Ho shit, no
JG, yeah
Real street, yeah
Shit sweet, no, sir
Four shit, yeah
Four six, yeah
Poor shit, no
Ho shit, no
JG, yeah
Real street, yeah
Shit sweet, no, sir
Writer: Cavon Paige, Daniel Schnabel, Devante Mccreary
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Parmesan
Shoulda been a head coach, all these players on my phone, ayy (Brrt)
Free my dawgs, they been in a cage for too long
I'ma let you see me shinin' for the days that I was gone, ayy (Ayy)
Skrrt off in that Bimmer truck for the days I couldn't get on, ayy (Skrrt)
Pull up in that dually truck for the days that I couldn't do it big
Police try to hit the lights, I'ma take his ass up through this bitch (Skrrt)
Run around the lobby, I ain't checkin' in no room, nigga
I just spent your profit on some tennis shoes, nigga
Everybody lookin', my pockets filled with blues, nigga
She let me kill that pussy, I put it on the news, nigga
I keep my brothers with me, I don't got no friends, ho
G Wagon, the windows tinted, big body Benz, ho
(Nigga, send me some money) Bitch, make that ass clap
(Send me two, three hundy) Bitch, I don't got no Cash App
I just wanna f*ck, don't got no time to lay up (No)
Let me in them guts, I'll buy you Marc Jacobs (Bitch)
I'll put it in you live, real risk-taker (Real risk taker)
Got a mean starting five, ain't none of 'em pump fakers (None of 'em pump fakers)
He can't even fake it with a nigga, he too gutter (Gutter)
My brother told me watch out for these niggas and keep a cutter (Cutter)
You want fifty bitches, I want fifty plates of Bubba
My bitch mad, but she knew I was a trappin' motherf*cker
I ain't never turnin' myself in, I'm goin' on the run (On the run)
You gotta catch me when you catch me, I'ma post my bond (Post my bond)
Ayy, you know that my pockets filled with parmesan (Cheese, nigga)
You can come get it or I'll deliver it like I'm Papa John
I'm in the spot, my wrist in the pot like I'm tryna break my arm
Digital dash, I look at the windshield, see how fast I'm goin', ayy
Run around the lobby, I ain't checkin' in no room, nigga
I just spent your profit on some tennis shoes, nigga
Everybody lookin', my pockets filled with blues, nigga
She let me kill that pussy, I put it on the news, nigga
Got no f- no
Big body, skrrt
No
Bitch
Free my dawgs, they been in a cage for too long
I'ma let you see me shinin' for the days that I was gone, ayy (Ayy)
Skrrt off in that Bimmer truck for the days I couldn't get on, ayy (Skrrt)
Pull up in that dually truck for the days that I couldn't do it big
Police try to hit the lights, I'ma take his ass up through this bitch (Skrrt)
Run around the lobby, I ain't checkin' in no room, nigga
I just spent your profit on some tennis shoes, nigga
Everybody lookin', my pockets filled with blues, nigga
She let me kill that pussy, I put it on the news, nigga
I keep my brothers with me, I don't got no friends, ho
G Wagon, the windows tinted, big body Benz, ho
(Nigga, send me some money) Bitch, make that ass clap
(Send me two, three hundy) Bitch, I don't got no Cash App
I just wanna f*ck, don't got no time to lay up (No)
Let me in them guts, I'll buy you Marc Jacobs (Bitch)
I'll put it in you live, real risk-taker (Real risk taker)
Got a mean starting five, ain't none of 'em pump fakers (None of 'em pump fakers)
He can't even fake it with a nigga, he too gutter (Gutter)
My brother told me watch out for these niggas and keep a cutter (Cutter)
You want fifty bitches, I want fifty plates of Bubba
My bitch mad, but she knew I was a trappin' motherf*cker
I ain't never turnin' myself in, I'm goin' on the run (On the run)
You gotta catch me when you catch me, I'ma post my bond (Post my bond)
Ayy, you know that my pockets filled with parmesan (Cheese, nigga)
You can come get it or I'll deliver it like I'm Papa John
I'm in the spot, my wrist in the pot like I'm tryna break my arm
Digital dash, I look at the windshield, see how fast I'm goin', ayy
Run around the lobby, I ain't checkin' in no room, nigga
I just spent your profit on some tennis shoes, nigga
Everybody lookin', my pockets filled with blues, nigga
She let me kill that pussy, I put it on the news, nigga
Got no f- no
Big body, skrrt
No
Bitch
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FreeKat
Bossman Dlow the biggest out, you heard me?
Uh-huh, big gas, nigga (Big gas, nigga)
You know what the f*ck goin' on, man
Look (Free Tory, man), ayy
Look, ayy
I got them racks on me, look like I hit the lottery (Frrt, beep)
More money, more problems, I guess I want some problems then
Wonder if I blow, these niggas gon' hate or just be proud of me? (Just be proud of me?)
I done seen some bitches break down cryin' and still lie to me (And still lie to me)
My dog backdoored my dog, but she let him f*ck (But she let him f*ck)
Dez showed Tory the game, then he set him up (Ooh, he sad)
I ain't never been the same since my uncle died
How you gon' f*ck with me when you f*ck with the other side?
Do somethin' to him, you did it to me, you know I love my brother (Love my brother)
Cutthroat business 'bout this money, I could never trust you
You there for me, so when you call me, I'ma be there for you
He pillow talkin' to these bitches, act like we don't know each other
Bitch, I got money and you ain't gon' touch it, that's all that matter, though (That's all that matter, though)
You gotta know that we chase money, we don't chase after hoes (We don't chase after hoes)
These broke niggas be out here beefin', I be with paper chasers
These niggas poor, ain't shakin' nothin', he be with pump fakers
F*ck you think you dealin' with? Bitch, I'm a money maker (Bitch)
You ain't steppin', you just gossip, you an instigator
They offered Tory fifteen, that shit f*cked with my mind (F*cked with my mind)
He told me, "Anything you want, lil' bruh, you gotta grind" (You gotta grind)
Good nigga, he just wan' see everybody shine
They put these f*ck niggas on the street 'cause they can't do no time (They can't do no time)
They tryna offer KP ten and send him to the pen'
Nigga never been to ten, this his first bid (This his first bid)
Stay on the porch if you ain't ready to be in this shit
I done seen a nigga brother named, but he on the witness list
Nothin' but money on my mind, bae, I'm motivated (Bae, I'm motivated)
She gon' give me good brain, keep me educated (Keep me educated)
She eat that dick up while I'm drivin', keep me concentrated (Skrrt)
I'm in the rental trippin', swervin', I'm intoxicated (Skrrt)
Street shit in my DNA, shit a part of me (Shit a part of me)
Spider webs above my bunk, I could hardly sleep
I got them racks on me, look like I hit the lottery (Frrt, beep)
More money, more problems, I guess I want some problems then
Wonder if I blow, these niggas gon' hate or just be proud of me? (Just be proud of me)
I done seen some bitches break down cryin' and still lie to me (And still lie to me)
My dog backdoored my dog, but she let him f*ck (But she let him f*ck)
Dez showed Tory the game, then he set him up (Ooh, he sad)
I ain't never been the same since my uncle died
How you gon' f*ck with me when you f*ck with the other side?
Can't understand how you can tell on another man (How you do that, man?)
We out here thuggin', you know this shit come with a consequence (Consequence)
We hit the club, no ID, still let all us in (Still let all us in)
Was hittin' licks, I'm puttin' shit all in my robbin' van
Pulled out them racks and went to countin' 'cause I know she lookin'
Ain't tellin' me, you pulled your pants down and showed your pussy (Pussy)
I went from '08 to a '16, I done elevated (I done elevated)
You tried to get over on me, that's how I know you crazy (Bitch)
How you gon' play 'round with my brother and act like we ain't comin'?
Give a f*ck if you owe me ten dollars, I need that money (Need that money)
They be gettin' this shit twisted, like, you feel me? (For real, though)
Ten, five dollars, like, nah, I need that, man
You feel me? It just be the principle
You know what I'm sayin'? We out here thuggin', we in these streets
Keep that shit 1K all the way around the board, you hear me?
Young nigga shit, you heard me?
Uh-huh, big gas, nigga (Big gas, nigga)
You know what the f*ck goin' on, man
Look (Free Tory, man), ayy
Look, ayy
I got them racks on me, look like I hit the lottery (Frrt, beep)
More money, more problems, I guess I want some problems then
Wonder if I blow, these niggas gon' hate or just be proud of me? (Just be proud of me?)
I done seen some bitches break down cryin' and still lie to me (And still lie to me)
My dog backdoored my dog, but she let him f*ck (But she let him f*ck)
Dez showed Tory the game, then he set him up (Ooh, he sad)
I ain't never been the same since my uncle died
How you gon' f*ck with me when you f*ck with the other side?
Do somethin' to him, you did it to me, you know I love my brother (Love my brother)
Cutthroat business 'bout this money, I could never trust you
You there for me, so when you call me, I'ma be there for you
He pillow talkin' to these bitches, act like we don't know each other
Bitch, I got money and you ain't gon' touch it, that's all that matter, though (That's all that matter, though)
You gotta know that we chase money, we don't chase after hoes (We don't chase after hoes)
These broke niggas be out here beefin', I be with paper chasers
These niggas poor, ain't shakin' nothin', he be with pump fakers
F*ck you think you dealin' with? Bitch, I'm a money maker (Bitch)
You ain't steppin', you just gossip, you an instigator
They offered Tory fifteen, that shit f*cked with my mind (F*cked with my mind)
He told me, "Anything you want, lil' bruh, you gotta grind" (You gotta grind)
Good nigga, he just wan' see everybody shine
They put these f*ck niggas on the street 'cause they can't do no time (They can't do no time)
They tryna offer KP ten and send him to the pen'
Nigga never been to ten, this his first bid (This his first bid)
Stay on the porch if you ain't ready to be in this shit
I done seen a nigga brother named, but he on the witness list
Nothin' but money on my mind, bae, I'm motivated (Bae, I'm motivated)
She gon' give me good brain, keep me educated (Keep me educated)
She eat that dick up while I'm drivin', keep me concentrated (Skrrt)
I'm in the rental trippin', swervin', I'm intoxicated (Skrrt)
Street shit in my DNA, shit a part of me (Shit a part of me)
Spider webs above my bunk, I could hardly sleep
I got them racks on me, look like I hit the lottery (Frrt, beep)
More money, more problems, I guess I want some problems then
Wonder if I blow, these niggas gon' hate or just be proud of me? (Just be proud of me)
I done seen some bitches break down cryin' and still lie to me (And still lie to me)
My dog backdoored my dog, but she let him f*ck (But she let him f*ck)
Dez showed Tory the game, then he set him up (Ooh, he sad)
I ain't never been the same since my uncle died
How you gon' f*ck with me when you f*ck with the other side?
Can't understand how you can tell on another man (How you do that, man?)
We out here thuggin', you know this shit come with a consequence (Consequence)
We hit the club, no ID, still let all us in (Still let all us in)
Was hittin' licks, I'm puttin' shit all in my robbin' van
Pulled out them racks and went to countin' 'cause I know she lookin'
Ain't tellin' me, you pulled your pants down and showed your pussy (Pussy)
I went from '08 to a '16, I done elevated (I done elevated)
You tried to get over on me, that's how I know you crazy (Bitch)
How you gon' play 'round with my brother and act like we ain't comin'?
Give a f*ck if you owe me ten dollars, I need that money (Need that money)
They be gettin' this shit twisted, like, you feel me? (For real, though)
Ten, five dollars, like, nah, I need that, man
You feel me? It just be the principle
You know what I'm sayin'? We out here thuggin', we in these streets
Keep that shit 1K all the way around the board, you hear me?
Young nigga shit, you heard me?
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Can't Leave You Alone
DLow
I need you in my life
Need you in my
I need you in my, bae, I can't leave you 'lone
Bae, I can't leave you 'lone
I need you in my
I need you in my life (My life)
I need you in my life, bae, I can't leave you 'lone (Leave you 'lone)
I tried to make it right (Make it right)
I tried to make it right, but you feel like you're never wrong (Never wrong)
I can't make no time for you, bae, I'm a roadrunner (Roadrunner)
Ever since we met, I kept it a whole hundred (Kept it a whole hundred)
Ever since I exed you, I don't trust no one (No one)
I'm tryna motivate you, why you losin' focus? (Focus)
Ballin' nigga and get money, ooh, she love that (Ooh, she love that)
She call me her lil' baby, her lil' rugrat (Her rugrat)
Uh, pretty face, slim waist, and her ass fat (Her ass fat)
I can f*ck you good, but just don't get attached, uh (Don't get attached)
Bae, come run off with me, let's go get these racks, uh (Go get these racks)
Bae, come run off with me, let's run up a sack, uh (Run up a sack)
Bae, come run off with me, let's go chase that bag, uh (Go chase that bag)
Let's go pull up on them bitches paper tag (Skrrt)
I tried to play it nice (Nice)
I tried to play it nice, but, baby, look, what time you on? (Time you on)
I ain't tryna fight (Fight)
Before I hurt you, baby, I'd rather just leave you 'lone (Leave you 'lone)
Before somebody get hurt, let's just move on (Let's just move on)
Ain't got no time to play games, bae, we too grown (Bae, we too grown)
I can't wait for you to change, bae, we too grown (Too grown)
I ain't got no time to waste, bae, we too grown (Too grown)
I need you in my life (My life)
I need you in my life, bae, I can't leave you 'lone (Leave you 'lone)
I tried to make it right (Right)
I tried to make it right, but you feel like you're never wrong (Never wrong)
Ever since she got with me, everybody see the glow (See the glow)
How I'ma know how to love and never been loved before? (Loved before)
You can love a person so much, you gotta let 'em go (Let 'em go)
It be the bitches you think that love you that'll cut your throat (Cut your throat)
I got cutthroat about niggas that don't play the code (Don't play the code)
It's some niggas that don't even know me, wanna take my soul (Take my soul)
I ain't ran in ten years, nigga, what the f*ck I look like tryna chase a ho? (Tryna chase a ho)
I don't know about you, my nigga, but I love to be the one they hatin' on (Hatin' on)
We got the same twenty-four hours, what the f*ck you spend your time hatin' for? (Hatin' for)
Wasn't sleepin', wasn't takin' no shower, was trappin' hard off a prepaid phone
You make me feel like I need you when I really don't (Really don't)
I be feelin' like they only truly miss you when you dead and gone (Dead and gone)
I need you in my life
I need you in my life, bae, I can't leave you 'lone (Leave you 'lone)
I tried to make it right (Right)
I tried to make it right, but you feel like you never wrong (Never wrong)
I need you in my life
I need you in my life, bae, I can't leave you 'lone
I tried to make it right
I tried to make it right, but you feel like you never wrong (Never wrong)
Never wrong
You feel like you never wrong
I need you in my life
Need you in my
I need you in my, bae, I can't leave you 'lone
Bae, I can't leave you 'lone
I need you in my
I need you in my life (My life)
I need you in my life, bae, I can't leave you 'lone (Leave you 'lone)
I tried to make it right (Make it right)
I tried to make it right, but you feel like you're never wrong (Never wrong)
I can't make no time for you, bae, I'm a roadrunner (Roadrunner)
Ever since we met, I kept it a whole hundred (Kept it a whole hundred)
Ever since I exed you, I don't trust no one (No one)
I'm tryna motivate you, why you losin' focus? (Focus)
Ballin' nigga and get money, ooh, she love that (Ooh, she love that)
She call me her lil' baby, her lil' rugrat (Her rugrat)
Uh, pretty face, slim waist, and her ass fat (Her ass fat)
I can f*ck you good, but just don't get attached, uh (Don't get attached)
Bae, come run off with me, let's go get these racks, uh (Go get these racks)
Bae, come run off with me, let's run up a sack, uh (Run up a sack)
Bae, come run off with me, let's go chase that bag, uh (Go chase that bag)
Let's go pull up on them bitches paper tag (Skrrt)
I tried to play it nice (Nice)
I tried to play it nice, but, baby, look, what time you on? (Time you on)
I ain't tryna fight (Fight)
Before I hurt you, baby, I'd rather just leave you 'lone (Leave you 'lone)
Before somebody get hurt, let's just move on (Let's just move on)
Ain't got no time to play games, bae, we too grown (Bae, we too grown)
I can't wait for you to change, bae, we too grown (Too grown)
I ain't got no time to waste, bae, we too grown (Too grown)
I need you in my life (My life)
I need you in my life, bae, I can't leave you 'lone (Leave you 'lone)
I tried to make it right (Right)
I tried to make it right, but you feel like you're never wrong (Never wrong)
Ever since she got with me, everybody see the glow (See the glow)
How I'ma know how to love and never been loved before? (Loved before)
You can love a person so much, you gotta let 'em go (Let 'em go)
It be the bitches you think that love you that'll cut your throat (Cut your throat)
I got cutthroat about niggas that don't play the code (Don't play the code)
It's some niggas that don't even know me, wanna take my soul (Take my soul)
I ain't ran in ten years, nigga, what the f*ck I look like tryna chase a ho? (Tryna chase a ho)
I don't know about you, my nigga, but I love to be the one they hatin' on (Hatin' on)
We got the same twenty-four hours, what the f*ck you spend your time hatin' for? (Hatin' for)
Wasn't sleepin', wasn't takin' no shower, was trappin' hard off a prepaid phone
You make me feel like I need you when I really don't (Really don't)
I be feelin' like they only truly miss you when you dead and gone (Dead and gone)
I need you in my life
I need you in my life, bae, I can't leave you 'lone (Leave you 'lone)
I tried to make it right (Right)
I tried to make it right, but you feel like you never wrong (Never wrong)
I need you in my life
I need you in my life, bae, I can't leave you 'lone
I tried to make it right
I tried to make it right, but you feel like you never wrong (Never wrong)
Never wrong
You feel like you never wrong
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Need You Beside Me
(Palace, what you cookin'?)
Tell me why you say you love me, I don't even believe it
If I wasn't gettin' this money, I know you would leave me
I'm thuggin' hard, I'm thuggin' hard, this life ain't easy
Don't take much to keep a nigga happy, just f*ck and feed me
You don't trust me but you listen to the people say I'm cheatin'
Now you big mad, won't get back, you been tryna get even
She can't trust nobody, her last nigga ain't keep it silent
Take the pain away on a rainy day, need you beside me
I don't wanna admit it, but I'm on this Henny, I need yo' body
I been tryna love you, baby, but it ain't none inside me
I been tryna love you, baby, but it ain't none inside me
I been runnin' 'round goin' a hundred miles, just lowkey vibin'
I'm switchin' lanes, it's a dirty game, gotta watch who 'round me
Everybody ride 'til you down and out and no one ridin'
Sometime wanna hear the lie, just ride in silence
I be by myself havin' conversations with this money
I done seen it all, you can't play me for no dummy
I swear to God see police lights on the time I'm runnin'
I done heard too many lies, I ain't goin' for nothin'
She can't trust nobody, her last nigga ain't keep it silent
Take the pain away on a rainy day, need you beside me
I don't wanna admit it, but I'm on this Henny, I need yo' body
I been tryna love you, baby, but it ain't none inside me
Now how can I believe you when you say you love me?
Be there for me, I needed you when shit get ugly
Let me take you out, let me feed you, I know you hungry
I'm horny, I wanna see you, can you come f*ck me?
I'm protectin' my energy 'cause you ain't ready
Can't give away my energy, this shit too precious
Inside of me, you be killin' me when you ignore yo' messages
We in the streets, ain't gettin' sleep, we young and reckless
Bae, we young and reckless, bae
That just mean you gotta get in the room
You gotta get with it
You gotta slide with me
Like, it's Sosa
Tell me why you say you love me, I don't even believe it
If I wasn't gettin' this money, I know you would leave me
I'm thuggin' hard, I'm thuggin' hard, this life ain't easy
Don't take much to keep a nigga happy, just f*ck and feed me
You don't trust me but you listen to the people say I'm cheatin'
Now you big mad, won't get back, you been tryna get even
She can't trust nobody, her last nigga ain't keep it silent
Take the pain away on a rainy day, need you beside me
I don't wanna admit it, but I'm on this Henny, I need yo' body
I been tryna love you, baby, but it ain't none inside me
I been tryna love you, baby, but it ain't none inside me
I been runnin' 'round goin' a hundred miles, just lowkey vibin'
I'm switchin' lanes, it's a dirty game, gotta watch who 'round me
Everybody ride 'til you down and out and no one ridin'
Sometime wanna hear the lie, just ride in silence
I be by myself havin' conversations with this money
I done seen it all, you can't play me for no dummy
I swear to God see police lights on the time I'm runnin'
I done heard too many lies, I ain't goin' for nothin'
She can't trust nobody, her last nigga ain't keep it silent
Take the pain away on a rainy day, need you beside me
I don't wanna admit it, but I'm on this Henny, I need yo' body
I been tryna love you, baby, but it ain't none inside me
Now how can I believe you when you say you love me?
Be there for me, I needed you when shit get ugly
Let me take you out, let me feed you, I know you hungry
I'm horny, I wanna see you, can you come f*ck me?
I'm protectin' my energy 'cause you ain't ready
Can't give away my energy, this shit too precious
Inside of me, you be killin' me when you ignore yo' messages
We in the streets, ain't gettin' sleep, we young and reckless
Bae, we young and reckless, bae
That just mean you gotta get in the room
You gotta get with it
You gotta slide with me
Like, it's Sosa
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Exotic
Yeah, straight up out the trenches, mane
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ayy, this on? Yeah
Ayy, I step alone, I'm rockin' VLONE when on timing
I do the dash, blue Bimmer super fast, bitch look like Sonic (Skrrt)
This that Pink Runtz, you can keep that cheap stuff, I smoke exotic
Lil' bitch super bad, I hit her from the back, snatch off her bonnet
I'm a real nigga, I'ma keep it real with ya, you ain't gotta question that
Bitch, I'm from a city where we cook dope and dress in black (Black)
Your name in black and white, you lose your stripe, can't second guess a rat
Give me the at, I'm tryna dunk like the 2007 Shaq (Come on)
She love a street nigga out the trenches, uh
She say you broke as f*ck and you be actin' stingy, uh
I got some shh for the low, I ain't talkin' 'bout shimmy, uh
I'm a big nigga, I don't wanna leave that kitchen, uh (No)
I couldn't even see my grandma 'cause my jugg trippin' (That jugg)
Sometimes you gotta cut a nigga off for bullshittin'
We got old school Chevys and drop-top Porsches (Yeah)
Come walk a mile in these retro Jordans (No)
A lot of shit went left, know I had to get right
I need a thousand ones, I'm finna flood this bitch tonight
Some of you bitches don't know how much you'll get if you just don't ask (Facts)
Some of you niggas don't know how to do a f*ckin' thing 'cept flaggin', uh (Facts)
Some of you niggas be talkin' 'bout motion, knowin' you ain't havin' (Huh?)
Don't know nothin' 'bout no trappin' (Huh?), ain't never been in traffic
She real pretty bitch, but she gon' leave when it get ugly
Say she love niggas with motion, she be screamin' when we f*ckin'
Nigga broker than a bitch, but he talkin' 'bout he thuggin'
I got three cell phones, nigga, two of 'em for my buddy (Brrt, brrt)
I was taught to stand on business and don't let a nigga side me, nigga
Never been no cheerleader, but I'll still catch a body, nigga
All my niggas really eatin', look like you on a diet, nigga (Pussy)
Money talks, bullshit walks, so be quiet
She real pretty bitch, but she gon' leave when it get ugly
Say she love niggas with motion, she be screamin' when we f*ckin'
Nigga broker than a bitch, but he talkin' 'bout he thuggin'
I got three cell phones, nigga, two of 'em for my buddy (Brrt, brrt)
I was taught to stand on business and don't let a nigga side me, nigga
Never been no cheerleader, but I'll still catch a body, nigga (Pussy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ayy, this on? Yeah
Ayy, I step alone, I'm rockin' VLONE when on timing
I do the dash, blue Bimmer super fast, bitch look like Sonic (Skrrt)
This that Pink Runtz, you can keep that cheap stuff, I smoke exotic
Lil' bitch super bad, I hit her from the back, snatch off her bonnet
I'm a real nigga, I'ma keep it real with ya, you ain't gotta question that
Bitch, I'm from a city where we cook dope and dress in black (Black)
Your name in black and white, you lose your stripe, can't second guess a rat
Give me the at, I'm tryna dunk like the 2007 Shaq (Come on)
She love a street nigga out the trenches, uh
She say you broke as f*ck and you be actin' stingy, uh
I got some shh for the low, I ain't talkin' 'bout shimmy, uh
I'm a big nigga, I don't wanna leave that kitchen, uh (No)
I couldn't even see my grandma 'cause my jugg trippin' (That jugg)
Sometimes you gotta cut a nigga off for bullshittin'
We got old school Chevys and drop-top Porsches (Yeah)
Come walk a mile in these retro Jordans (No)
A lot of shit went left, know I had to get right
I need a thousand ones, I'm finna flood this bitch tonight
Some of you bitches don't know how much you'll get if you just don't ask (Facts)
Some of you niggas don't know how to do a f*ckin' thing 'cept flaggin', uh (Facts)
Some of you niggas be talkin' 'bout motion, knowin' you ain't havin' (Huh?)
Don't know nothin' 'bout no trappin' (Huh?), ain't never been in traffic
She real pretty bitch, but she gon' leave when it get ugly
Say she love niggas with motion, she be screamin' when we f*ckin'
Nigga broker than a bitch, but he talkin' 'bout he thuggin'
I got three cell phones, nigga, two of 'em for my buddy (Brrt, brrt)
I was taught to stand on business and don't let a nigga side me, nigga
Never been no cheerleader, but I'll still catch a body, nigga
All my niggas really eatin', look like you on a diet, nigga (Pussy)
Money talks, bullshit walks, so be quiet
She real pretty bitch, but she gon' leave when it get ugly
Say she love niggas with motion, she be screamin' when we f*ckin'
Nigga broker than a bitch, but he talkin' 'bout he thuggin'
I got three cell phones, nigga, two of 'em for my buddy (Brrt, brrt)
I was taught to stand on business and don't let a nigga side me, nigga
Never been no cheerleader, but I'll still catch a body, nigga (Pussy)
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I Put On
Yeah, yeah
Bossman DLow, the Big Za, nigga
Big gas, nigga
Know what I'm sayin'?
F*ck about y'all, I want Benjamins
I pull up on you niggas like some Timberlands
Everybody slime or a gremlin
Then be tellin' when its time for sentencing
Big Za, ayy
Catchin' these plays, I don't catch bodies
I pop a perc', I don't pop molly
Thirty two hundred my right pocket
Ain't arguin', bitch, I don't like toxic
Baby, come f*ck me and feed me
I got racks, give a f*ck if you need me
Hit that bitch with the lil' Michael Beasley
I put on for my city like Jeezy
Ayy, I'm sorry for the wait like Weezy
And they only call when they need me
Pray to God but I hang with some demons
Don't up it if you ain't gon squeeze it
In my city, you stay in yo' lane and go get it
Get flipped for just tryna be greedy
I ain't wastin' no time, my chin on the ground
See thousands of dope in my beanie
Bad bitch, she gon' act up if she don't get her way, huh
Junkie beatin' the trap up, they spend they last on me
She say "Dlow, I been callin' you; you been trappin' all day"
I don't wanna feel like I'm stalkin' you, but I ain't got time to wait, ayy
I told my lil' bitch hurry, gotta catch my power play
Ayy, niggas just like Steph Curry, just crossed me in my face
When I blow up, don't jump on the bandwagon
I grew up addicted to transaction
Bitch, I been silent, my hand tatted
I'm taxin', bitch, I'm Uncle Sam daddy
'Member when I wasn't even that nigga, them bitches would sit there and laugh at me
Ran it up quick and he broke as a bitch
Only motion he got when he playin' Madden
Walk in the party, I'm clutchin' the .40
This big bitch here got my pants saggin'
I'm finna go dummy, I'm countin' old hunnids
I jumped out the truck smokin' grandaddy
Catchin' these plays, I don't catch bodies
I pop a perc', I don't pop molly
Thirty two hundred my right pocket
Ain't arguin', bitch, I don't like toxic
Baby, come f*ck me and feed me
I got racks, give a f*ck if you need me
Hit that bitch with the lil' Michael Beasley
I put on for my city like Jeezy
Bossman DLow, the Big Za, nigga
Big gas, nigga
Know what I'm sayin'?
F*ck about y'all, I want Benjamins
I pull up on you niggas like some Timberlands
Everybody slime or a gremlin
Then be tellin' when its time for sentencing
Big Za, ayy
Catchin' these plays, I don't catch bodies
I pop a perc', I don't pop molly
Thirty two hundred my right pocket
Ain't arguin', bitch, I don't like toxic
Baby, come f*ck me and feed me
I got racks, give a f*ck if you need me
Hit that bitch with the lil' Michael Beasley
I put on for my city like Jeezy
Ayy, I'm sorry for the wait like Weezy
And they only call when they need me
Pray to God but I hang with some demons
Don't up it if you ain't gon squeeze it
In my city, you stay in yo' lane and go get it
Get flipped for just tryna be greedy
I ain't wastin' no time, my chin on the ground
See thousands of dope in my beanie
Bad bitch, she gon' act up if she don't get her way, huh
Junkie beatin' the trap up, they spend they last on me
She say "Dlow, I been callin' you; you been trappin' all day"
I don't wanna feel like I'm stalkin' you, but I ain't got time to wait, ayy
I told my lil' bitch hurry, gotta catch my power play
Ayy, niggas just like Steph Curry, just crossed me in my face
When I blow up, don't jump on the bandwagon
I grew up addicted to transaction
Bitch, I been silent, my hand tatted
I'm taxin', bitch, I'm Uncle Sam daddy
'Member when I wasn't even that nigga, them bitches would sit there and laugh at me
Ran it up quick and he broke as a bitch
Only motion he got when he playin' Madden
Walk in the party, I'm clutchin' the .40
This big bitch here got my pants saggin'
I'm finna go dummy, I'm countin' old hunnids
I jumped out the truck smokin' grandaddy
Catchin' these plays, I don't catch bodies
I pop a perc', I don't pop molly
Thirty two hundred my right pocket
Ain't arguin', bitch, I don't like toxic
Baby, come f*ck me and feed me
I got racks, give a f*ck if you need me
Hit that bitch with the lil' Michael Beasley
I put on for my city like Jeezy
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