I am not putting up with this anymore
Putting up with what, huh? I can't talk to people?
Look around, nigga
Almighty (Glory Gang)
Young
Hardhead
Dangerous
I see y'all niggas, I don't give a f*ck about y'all niggas
Y'all niggas watchin' me like the motherf*ckin' clock
Your bitch like me
Nigga, your bitch all in my motherf*ckin' DMs all the time, nigga, f*ck you talkin' about?
This what greatness look like, nigga
This the motherf*ckin' pinnacle, this the top
This what every trapper, this what every hustler
This what every scammer get out the bed for in the mornin', nigga
This what every bad bitch go get her titties done for
This what every motherf*ckin' bad bitch go get her ass done for
This why they at the motherf*ckin' beauty salon and the nail salon every day, nigga
Me, nigga
They want that money, nigga
They see the houses, they see the cars, nigga (Almighty)
They see this motherf*ckin' jewelry around my neck and on my wrist, nigga (Almighty)
They wanna live this lifestyle (Almighty)
You know what it took for me to get here? (Almighty, Almighty)
You know what the f*ck I been through? (Almighty, Almighty)
Nigga, I'm a motherf*ckin' rapper's dream (Almighty, Almighty)
Nigga, you can live and die a thousand times
Nigga, you couldn't live my motherf*ckin' one life (Almighty, Almighty)
Your mama could have you all over again
You still couldn't be me, you still can't be this (Almighty, Almighty)
Boy, I'm almighty (Almighty, Almighty)
I get the cash so fast, my Hellcat so strong
Bag full of cash, if you mad, then go home
If Chief So f*ck with you, then call Chief So phone
I'm runnin' out of patience, don't like when shit get prolonged
Red Ferrari, catch up, if not, then so long
Your money so short, bitch, my money so long
White diamonds on my body, bitch, I got some coke on
If you talkin' hot, lil' nigga, call my throwaway phone
Molly look like a skin tone, I call it Pantone
Nigga ran up on my dogs, now his ass ain't got no bone
Chief So the bank, hit the phone, you need a loan
She put my nut in her cup and she chased her Patrón
I was born in '95, I been ready since '91
Let's give a thanks to the God, yeah, the mighty one
Bitch, I'm Almighty, I'll shoot you with my mighty gun
Sense a cougar headin' for that ass, boy, you better run
Almighty, Almighty (Almighty, nigga)
Almighty, Almighty (Almighty, nigga)
Almighty, Almighty (Almighty, nigga)
Almighty, Almighty (Almighty, nigga)
Almighty, Almighty (Almighty, nigga)
Almighty, Almighty (Almighty, nigga)
Almighty, Almighty (Almighty, nigga)
Almighty (Almighty, bitch)
Chief Keef - Almighty So 2 Album Lyrics
Chief Keef - Almighty So 2 Lyrics
Writer: Keith Cozart, Samuel Lindley
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Neph Nem
On Roc grave, on Cap head, So, foe
You be tweakin', foe, you know what to do with this sh- foe, on Roc grave
Keep that though, foe, keep that so they know, on folks 'nem
Twenty pounds of gross in the trunk, I know you smell it on me (woo, woo)
Ain't no crossin' Sosa, bitch, you know what happened to Tony (woo, woo, woo)
Before I let a bitch play me, I'd rather play with Sony (woo, woo)
I'm a Southside-ass nigga, catch me ridin' down Stony (woo, woo)
I just, I just, I just, I just
I just, I just, I just, I just
I just, I just, I just, I just
I just, I just, I just
I just blew the top off it (woo), hot dog on it (woo)
White Rolls boys, does it look like God, don't it? (Woo, woo)
Porsche 918 (woo), frog eyes on it (woo)
Pay all cash, put my son life on it (woo, woo)
Ran into a lick (woo), put the squad on it (woo)
I can get you gone with just one nod, homie (woo, woo)
Shit been gettin' fishy (woo), fishin' rod on me (woo)
Bitch brought her friends and I put the squad on it (woo, woo)
This ain't your regular truck (woo), it's a mod on it (woo)
Wide-body kit look like a dad bod on it (woo, woo)
They like, "Chief So, your cup cost a BBL, don't it?" (Woo, woo)
Jewelry in the treasure box (woo), call me Dragon Tales, homie (woo)
They USPS the check (woo), I got mail, don't it? (Woo)
This money brand new, it got the smell on it (woo, woo)
She told him she ain't hop on my dick (woo), she fell on it (woo)
Had to leave by eleven, this bitch act like 12, homie (woo, woo)
I'm in that wide-body Rolls, me and Dank in it (ayy)
We ain't got no plates, but this bitch got a Drac' in it (we gone)
We can smell a murder soon as we see that face, spin it
We got bond money, but we smokin' stank tinted (skrrt)
All the opps know, got a hundred rings, we winnin' (what up?)
Call up Chief So, whenever he say it, we'll hit him
Pull up in that Lam', me and Lil Lam, it ain't rented
I can send a M in a minute, just a signature
Point right at him, it's him, four-nick, we gon' sentence him
Married to that block, we divorce him, we gon' finish him
Heat right on his top, we gon' scorch and spin back, watch him drench
Trained so many shooters, run up twenty sittin' back on the bench (ayy, ayy)
If it's really beef, we don't tweet, we don't send 'em hints
If it's really smoke, we gon' blow, we gon' spin again
Bro went up the score and I ain't know, I know that's my twin
Put you in that trash can when we spin the bend (ayy, ayy)
You be tweakin', foe, you know what to do with this sh- foe, on Roc grave
Keep that though, foe, keep that so they know, on folks 'nem
Twenty pounds of gross in the trunk, I know you smell it on me (woo, woo)
Ain't no crossin' Sosa, bitch, you know what happened to Tony (woo, woo, woo)
Before I let a bitch play me, I'd rather play with Sony (woo, woo)
I'm a Southside-ass nigga, catch me ridin' down Stony (woo, woo)
I just, I just, I just, I just
I just, I just, I just, I just
I just, I just, I just, I just
I just, I just, I just
I just blew the top off it (woo), hot dog on it (woo)
White Rolls boys, does it look like God, don't it? (Woo, woo)
Porsche 918 (woo), frog eyes on it (woo)
Pay all cash, put my son life on it (woo, woo)
Ran into a lick (woo), put the squad on it (woo)
I can get you gone with just one nod, homie (woo, woo)
Shit been gettin' fishy (woo), fishin' rod on me (woo)
Bitch brought her friends and I put the squad on it (woo, woo)
This ain't your regular truck (woo), it's a mod on it (woo)
Wide-body kit look like a dad bod on it (woo, woo)
They like, "Chief So, your cup cost a BBL, don't it?" (Woo, woo)
Jewelry in the treasure box (woo), call me Dragon Tales, homie (woo)
They USPS the check (woo), I got mail, don't it? (Woo)
This money brand new, it got the smell on it (woo, woo)
She told him she ain't hop on my dick (woo), she fell on it (woo)
Had to leave by eleven, this bitch act like 12, homie (woo, woo)
I'm in that wide-body Rolls, me and Dank in it (ayy)
We ain't got no plates, but this bitch got a Drac' in it (we gone)
We can smell a murder soon as we see that face, spin it
We got bond money, but we smokin' stank tinted (skrrt)
All the opps know, got a hundred rings, we winnin' (what up?)
Call up Chief So, whenever he say it, we'll hit him
Pull up in that Lam', me and Lil Lam, it ain't rented
I can send a M in a minute, just a signature
Point right at him, it's him, four-nick, we gon' sentence him
Married to that block, we divorce him, we gon' finish him
Heat right on his top, we gon' scorch and spin back, watch him drench
Trained so many shooters, run up twenty sittin' back on the bench (ayy, ayy)
If it's really beef, we don't tweet, we don't send 'em hints
If it's really smoke, we gon' blow, we gon' spin again
Bro went up the score and I ain't know, I know that's my twin
Put you in that trash can when we spin the bend (ayy, ayy)
Writer: Herbert Wright III, Keith Cozart, Will Carathan
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Treat Myself
(This is Foenem Radio, on BD)
I'm the one that got the city up
Down, but they love you when you're up (this is Foenem Radio, on BD)
About no lick back, just don't hit me up
My lick back whenever you let me f*ck
Say she infatuated with trucks
But we ain't playin' no Seven Up
I'm a diamond from the rough
Bitch, I gotta treat myself
Bitch, I wake up in the morning, spark a blunt, and be myself
Take a look up in the mirror, I just wanna squeeze myself
I done been through so much smoke to where I couldn't even see myself
I'll never need a bitch, but I'ma always need myself
Diamonds shinin' off my charm, I think I Christmas tree'd myself
I start wearin' yellow diamonds, it look like I peed myself
Granny ain't like when I dropped out, granny, I can teach myself
So icy, hand me a jacket, bitch, I ain't tryna freeze myself
Chief So swung around the jungle, you can call him Donkey Kong
Niggas be havin' big-ass mouths like that commercial for Honeycomb
I be laughin' to the bank, you'd think I hit my funny bone
Look at my jewelry selection, bitch, yeah, you know my money long
Started from the bottom, I'm the one that got the city up
They don't f*ck with you when you're down, but they love you when you're up
Told that bitch I don't care about no lick back, just don't hit me up
Bitch, I'ma get my lick back whenever you let me f*ck
Baby say she love cars, say she infatuated with trucks
Told her put her head down, but we ain't playin' no Seven Up
I got diamonds on my neck, I'm a diamond from the rough
I'm not trippin' 'bout no paper, bitch, I gotta treat myself
Bitch, I wake up in the morning, look in the mirror, and kiss myself
'Fore a bitch make me mad enough to blick her, I'ma blick myself
And I be workin' so motherf*ckin' hard, I'm talkin' so hard, need to tip myself
And that f*ck-nigga think he smart, tell him I'm smarter than a bitch myself
Bro done passed me the motherf*ckin' ball, if I miss the shot, I'ma bench myself
'Fore I let a ho spin me, I'll stand on my toes and spin myself
Nigga think he havin' cash, my pockets swoler than a bitch myself
Foenem ridin' up in a Jeep, that bitch so loud, couldn't hear myself
Thought that nigga bought that Bentley, they repo'd it like voila
I got big ol' bands like 50, that bitch gon' get in my car
Stood through fire, storm, sleet, that's the pros of bein' a star
I got a hundred for every motherf*ckin' time Bruce Lee said, "Wah"
Started from the bottom, I'm the one that got the city up
They don't f*ck with you when you're down, but they love you when you're up
Told that bitch I don't care about no lick back, just don't hit me up
Bitch, I'ma get my lick back whenever you let me f*ck
Baby say she love cars, say she infatuated with trucks
Told her put her head down, but we ain't playin' no seven up
I got diamonds on my neck, I'm a diamond from the rough
I'm not trippin' 'bout no paper, bitch, I gotta treat myself
I'm not trippin' 'bout no paper, bitch, I gotta treat myself
I'm not trippin' 'bout no paper, bitch, I gotta treat myself
Told her put her head down, but we ain't playin' no seven up
Told her put her head down, but we ain't playin' no seven up
I'm the one that got the city up
Down, but they love you when you're up (this is Foenem Radio, on BD)
About no lick back, just don't hit me up
My lick back whenever you let me f*ck
Say she infatuated with trucks
But we ain't playin' no Seven Up
I'm a diamond from the rough
Bitch, I gotta treat myself
Bitch, I wake up in the morning, spark a blunt, and be myself
Take a look up in the mirror, I just wanna squeeze myself
I done been through so much smoke to where I couldn't even see myself
I'll never need a bitch, but I'ma always need myself
Diamonds shinin' off my charm, I think I Christmas tree'd myself
I start wearin' yellow diamonds, it look like I peed myself
Granny ain't like when I dropped out, granny, I can teach myself
So icy, hand me a jacket, bitch, I ain't tryna freeze myself
Chief So swung around the jungle, you can call him Donkey Kong
Niggas be havin' big-ass mouths like that commercial for Honeycomb
I be laughin' to the bank, you'd think I hit my funny bone
Look at my jewelry selection, bitch, yeah, you know my money long
Started from the bottom, I'm the one that got the city up
They don't f*ck with you when you're down, but they love you when you're up
Told that bitch I don't care about no lick back, just don't hit me up
Bitch, I'ma get my lick back whenever you let me f*ck
Baby say she love cars, say she infatuated with trucks
Told her put her head down, but we ain't playin' no Seven Up
I got diamonds on my neck, I'm a diamond from the rough
I'm not trippin' 'bout no paper, bitch, I gotta treat myself
Bitch, I wake up in the morning, look in the mirror, and kiss myself
'Fore a bitch make me mad enough to blick her, I'ma blick myself
And I be workin' so motherf*ckin' hard, I'm talkin' so hard, need to tip myself
And that f*ck-nigga think he smart, tell him I'm smarter than a bitch myself
Bro done passed me the motherf*ckin' ball, if I miss the shot, I'ma bench myself
'Fore I let a ho spin me, I'll stand on my toes and spin myself
Nigga think he havin' cash, my pockets swoler than a bitch myself
Foenem ridin' up in a Jeep, that bitch so loud, couldn't hear myself
Thought that nigga bought that Bentley, they repo'd it like voila
I got big ol' bands like 50, that bitch gon' get in my car
Stood through fire, storm, sleet, that's the pros of bein' a star
I got a hundred for every motherf*ckin' time Bruce Lee said, "Wah"
Started from the bottom, I'm the one that got the city up
They don't f*ck with you when you're down, but they love you when you're up
Told that bitch I don't care about no lick back, just don't hit me up
Bitch, I'ma get my lick back whenever you let me f*ck
Baby say she love cars, say she infatuated with trucks
Told her put her head down, but we ain't playin' no seven up
I got diamonds on my neck, I'm a diamond from the rough
I'm not trippin' 'bout no paper, bitch, I gotta treat myself
I'm not trippin' 'bout no paper, bitch, I gotta treat myself
I'm not trippin' 'bout no paper, bitch, I gotta treat myself
Told her put her head down, but we ain't playin' no seven up
Told her put her head down, but we ain't playin' no seven up
Writer: Keith Cozart
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Jesus Skit
Kodak Blacker
Doo-doo under the bed
Fifty cent a day
Wich one should be my rapper name?
(Foenem Radio, bitch)
I also wanna give a shoutout to all them niggas
All them scammin' niggas in Chicago
With those PPPP loans
All y'all niggas are goin' to jail
Time for nigga news
To all my niggas out there, I have some good news for black people
Your reparations is on it's way, my niggas
That's right
Black niggas, we 'bout to get paid for being black
But unfortunately, the lighter you are, the less money you get
The following niggas
Drake
Chris Brown
Vic Mensa
Chance the Rapper
T.I
NBA Youngboy
All them light-skinned niggas will get eight dollars each for reparations
By the time they get to the dark-skinned niggas, like me
Chief Keef, my nigga Sosa
Kodak Black
Tyrese
Flava Flav
Lil Wayne
Rick Ross
All them dark niggas gon' get fifty-five acres and two hundred million dollars each
All y'all light-skinned niggas, you gonna be broke, motherf*ckers
(Foenem radio, bitch)
F*ck everybody
Them niggas go so hard, I decided
I wanna sign with them niggas
I'm signing with F*ck Everybody, I'm a new rapper in town, motherf*cka
Right now, I'm tryna figure out what my name should be
Help me get a name, this gon' be my rapper name
Which name should I pick?
MC Night Night
Joe Limo Tint
2 A.M. Black
Just Black
Black As Shit
12:01, 12:04, 12:05
Those are all A.M's
Straight out of Madagascar
Doo-doo under the bed
Fifty cent a day
Wich one should be my rapper name?
(Foenem Radio, bitch)
I also wanna give a shoutout to all them niggas
All them scammin' niggas in Chicago
With those PPPP loans
All y'all niggas are goin' to jail
Time for nigga news
To all my niggas out there, I have some good news for black people
Your reparations is on it's way, my niggas
That's right
Black niggas, we 'bout to get paid for being black
But unfortunately, the lighter you are, the less money you get
The following niggas
Drake
Chris Brown
Vic Mensa
Chance the Rapper
T.I
NBA Youngboy
All them light-skinned niggas will get eight dollars each for reparations
By the time they get to the dark-skinned niggas, like me
Chief Keef, my nigga Sosa
Kodak Black
Tyrese
Flava Flav
Lil Wayne
Rick Ross
All them dark niggas gon' get fifty-five acres and two hundred million dollars each
All y'all light-skinned niggas, you gonna be broke, motherf*ckers
(Foenem radio, bitch)
F*ck everybody
Them niggas go so hard, I decided
I wanna sign with them niggas
I'm signing with F*ck Everybody, I'm a new rapper in town, motherf*cka
Right now, I'm tryna figure out what my name should be
Help me get a name, this gon' be my rapper name
Which name should I pick?
MC Night Night
Joe Limo Tint
2 A.M. Black
Just Black
Black As Shit
12:01, 12:04, 12:05
Those are all A.M's
Straight out of Madagascar
Writer: Keith Cozart, Kojo Bediako
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Jesus
Foenem Radio, bitch (bang)
I done seen the same shit that I already seen
I done got my hands dirty tryna keep 'em clean
I seen money from rap and a triple beam
New shit, got Glocks with triple beams
I done seen more ass than a damn surgeon
Put me in a time machine, let me reverse it
Where I'm from, it get live, but we don't rehearse it
Young nigga chasin' dreams, the streets not workin'
Baby, leave that ass alone, everythin' not perfect
You should never give up if everythin''s not workin'
If you ever see me in Malibu, I'm not surfin'
I just had to switch locations, resurface
Baby, leave that ass alone, everythin''s meant to be
I got bags under my eyes, it don't mean I need sleep
Yeah, I know I ain't slept, but it was just a POV
Don't look up to me, go look up to G-O-D
Dark Night, little Zamunda
Fade To Black
Bitch Nigga
Black Nigga
21 Darkness
21 Shadows
In The Oven
Zyliss Skillet
Skillet Lit
Uzi Burnt (bang)
Young Limo Tint (bang)
Foenem Radio, bitch (bang)
Don't look up to Chief Sosa, look up to Jesus Christ
All these two-liters, I need an endorsement with Sprite
Bitch say she believe me, but she don't believe the hype
Ex asked me, "How's life?" Told that bitch, "Nice"
Grab the AK and show y'all I know my ABC
Nigga said he did what? Man, that's make-believe
Sippin' sizzurp like it grow on maple trees
Turn your head into a baseball, major league
Rollin' all this weed 'cause this shit grow on trees
Spendin' all this cash like the money grow on trees
Yeah, that bitch'll leave you, but your problems won't leave
All this ice on, I'ma need a long-sleeve
Lettin' off the hammer, damn near pulled a hamstrin'
We pour pints to celebrate, not no damn champagne
I'm a kin', not a prince, I'm still sippin' purple rain
We ain't mad 'bout a bitch, EA, it's in the game
Chief So the first man, bitch, I'm still in the gang
We'll color your ass red, don't be standin' in the paint
Nigga talkin' 'bout he a P, nigga, you put the P in prank
Ridin' with the AR, we put the A and R in rank
Say you signed for a Hank, nigga, I spend that shit on drank
Pull up and make it crank with the ratchet and the clank
I got money in the bank, I like Grant, Jackson, Frank
Bill got a nigga served, they say this shit for Lil Saint
I'll still get him cut, try messin' with the flame
F*ck it, life not perfect, dump an eight out for the pain
I was walkin' through the rain, blood diamonds in the face
Like a slavemaster, all my niggas havin' whips and chains
Car way faster, Hellcat, widebody frame
Optimus Prime, blick transform a nigga brain
I don't got no feelings when I'm fried off the drank
Know I really love shorty, but I'm dealin' with some thin's
I'll still get him cut, try messin' with the flame
F*ck it, life not perfect, dump an eight out for the pain
I was walkin' through the rain, blood diamonds in the face
Like a slavemaster, all my niggas havin' whips and chains
Car way faster, Hellcat, widebody frame
Optimus Prime, blick transform a nigga brain
I don't got no feelings when I'm fried off the drank
Know I really love shorty, but I'm dealin' with some things
Young nigga burnt out, he'll crash for some fame
Leave a bitch body orange like a f*ckin' spray tan
I don't know Miley Cyrus, I move Molly Santan
Big Glock, Flintstone, motherf*cker, bam, bam
We don't got the same vision, I can't rock no Ray-Ban
Silver crosses on the Rollie, this a Chrome Heart band
Turbo Porsche 911 like the f*ckin' fireman
Yellow-red Trackhawk, I feel like I'm Iron Man
Right now, it's all about the windy city
Chicago's hardest nigga in town
My nigga Sosa
We back reunited
'Bout to shit on the whole world right now (Foenem Radio, bitch)
He's 'bout to shit on all his haters with this new shit
This new Almighty So 2 is gonna shit on everybody
Shoot that motherf*cker
Hey, f*ck you
Go to the medics, go to the medics
I got one down
I done seen the same shit that I already seen
I done got my hands dirty tryna keep 'em clean
I seen money from rap and a triple beam
New shit, got Glocks with triple beams
I done seen more ass than a damn surgeon
Put me in a time machine, let me reverse it
Where I'm from, it get live, but we don't rehearse it
Young nigga chasin' dreams, the streets not workin'
Baby, leave that ass alone, everythin' not perfect
You should never give up if everythin''s not workin'
If you ever see me in Malibu, I'm not surfin'
I just had to switch locations, resurface
Baby, leave that ass alone, everythin''s meant to be
I got bags under my eyes, it don't mean I need sleep
Yeah, I know I ain't slept, but it was just a POV
Don't look up to me, go look up to G-O-D
Dark Night, little Zamunda
Fade To Black
Bitch Nigga
Black Nigga
21 Darkness
21 Shadows
In The Oven
Zyliss Skillet
Skillet Lit
Uzi Burnt (bang)
Young Limo Tint (bang)
Foenem Radio, bitch (bang)
Don't look up to Chief Sosa, look up to Jesus Christ
All these two-liters, I need an endorsement with Sprite
Bitch say she believe me, but she don't believe the hype
Ex asked me, "How's life?" Told that bitch, "Nice"
Grab the AK and show y'all I know my ABC
Nigga said he did what? Man, that's make-believe
Sippin' sizzurp like it grow on maple trees
Turn your head into a baseball, major league
Rollin' all this weed 'cause this shit grow on trees
Spendin' all this cash like the money grow on trees
Yeah, that bitch'll leave you, but your problems won't leave
All this ice on, I'ma need a long-sleeve
Lettin' off the hammer, damn near pulled a hamstrin'
We pour pints to celebrate, not no damn champagne
I'm a kin', not a prince, I'm still sippin' purple rain
We ain't mad 'bout a bitch, EA, it's in the game
Chief So the first man, bitch, I'm still in the gang
We'll color your ass red, don't be standin' in the paint
Nigga talkin' 'bout he a P, nigga, you put the P in prank
Ridin' with the AR, we put the A and R in rank
Say you signed for a Hank, nigga, I spend that shit on drank
Pull up and make it crank with the ratchet and the clank
I got money in the bank, I like Grant, Jackson, Frank
Bill got a nigga served, they say this shit for Lil Saint
I'll still get him cut, try messin' with the flame
F*ck it, life not perfect, dump an eight out for the pain
I was walkin' through the rain, blood diamonds in the face
Like a slavemaster, all my niggas havin' whips and chains
Car way faster, Hellcat, widebody frame
Optimus Prime, blick transform a nigga brain
I don't got no feelings when I'm fried off the drank
Know I really love shorty, but I'm dealin' with some thin's
I'll still get him cut, try messin' with the flame
F*ck it, life not perfect, dump an eight out for the pain
I was walkin' through the rain, blood diamonds in the face
Like a slavemaster, all my niggas havin' whips and chains
Car way faster, Hellcat, widebody frame
Optimus Prime, blick transform a nigga brain
I don't got no feelings when I'm fried off the drank
Know I really love shorty, but I'm dealin' with some things
Young nigga burnt out, he'll crash for some fame
Leave a bitch body orange like a f*ckin' spray tan
I don't know Miley Cyrus, I move Molly Santan
Big Glock, Flintstone, motherf*cker, bam, bam
We don't got the same vision, I can't rock no Ray-Ban
Silver crosses on the Rollie, this a Chrome Heart band
Turbo Porsche 911 like the f*ckin' fireman
Yellow-red Trackhawk, I feel like I'm Iron Man
Right now, it's all about the windy city
Chicago's hardest nigga in town
My nigga Sosa
We back reunited
'Bout to shit on the whole world right now (Foenem Radio, bitch)
He's 'bout to shit on all his haters with this new shit
This new Almighty So 2 is gonna shit on everybody
Shoot that motherf*cker
Hey, f*ck you
Go to the medics, go to the medics
I got one down
Writer: Caleb Sheppard, Keith Cozart, Kojo Bediako
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Too Trim
(Sosa on the beat)
I be smokin' on that reefer 'til I pass the f*ck out
Let your bitch ass in the club, you get dragged the f*ck out
Caught that bitch up in my stash, she got smacked the f*ck out
Back up in the parking spot, no time to back the f*ck out
You can gamble with your life and you gon' crap the f*ck out
I be smokin' all this green so I don't black the f*ck out
Goin' up against the mob and you get whacked the f*ck out
Had to stop poppin' X before I snapped the f*ck out
Big rifle make you think a nigga camped the f*ck out
Nigga need to get some sleep, man, I'm vamped the f*ck out
Foenem done caught you lackin' and they ran the f*ck down
I'm the only one can tell them niggas stand the f*ck down
My whole fam with that street shit, it was handed the f*ck down
I'm somewhere up on the clouds tryna get the f*ck down, huh?
Bitch came in the crib stinkin', told her get the f*ck out
F*ck you and your clique, you can call them niggas up now
A nigga wanted bands, so I came out with a plan
Had to do it on my own, I ain't holdin' out my hand
Shout out to my mans, I mean shout out to my friends
If they shot your ass once, they'll shoot your ass again
Shout out to my stans, I mean shout out to my fans
They like, "When he gonna drop? Man, that nigga cap again"
Shout out to your wife, I mean shout out to your bitch
She in a Double-R truck bent over like an ant
Make me lose my f*ckin' temper, hit the nerve switch
Yeah, you ride it like a broom, you still a bird, witch
In this life, a nigga live or make you nervous
He say he shittin' on Chief So, what is it, birdshit?
When I'm shittin' on a nigga, it's big turds, bitch
I lay back, get the top, and smoke purp', bitch
What I'm rollin' up gon' have me flat like the Earth, bitch
Finish your food so you can come and eat your dessert, bitch
I got my own M's, I don't give a f*ck what you worth, bitch
F*ck your ears, nigga, I don't give a f*ck what you heard, bitch
How you suck at cookin'? That shit make my stomach hurt, bitch
With that loose-ass pussy, go and put it on reserve, bitch
With that dry-ass pussy, go and get some f*ckin' preserve, bitch
Dig a hole and put your ass in it, I'm Joe Dirt, bitch
Now you gotta go 'cause your dumb ass gettin' on my nerves, bitch
I'm a walkin' iPhone, bitch, I be alert
Nigga wanted bands, so I came out with a plan
Had to do it on my own, I ain't holdin' out my hand
Shout out to my mans, I mean shout out to my friends
If they shot your ass once, they'll shoot your ass again
Shout out to my stans, I mean shout out to my fans
They like, "When he gonna drop? Man, that nigga cap again"
Shout out to your wife, I mean shout out to your bitch
She in a double-R truck bent over like an ant
My kid ain't say her mama name, she said my name first
Boy, all your shit sound the same, you rap the same verse
The police took him in the room, he said our name first
Wish I could stay up in the bed because I hate work
You're lookin' for a rainbow, nigga, it gotta rain first
Hogwarts, I got one up in the chamber
All this land, I gotta hire me some rangers
She said she gon' give me top, she gotta drink first
Coochie wet as hell, I told that ho to drain first
Baby mama bust my windows out of anger
Mama always told me never talk to strangers
Got me gettin' my dumb ass out of dangers
Called me broke, he said that dumb shit out of anger
Tell that nigga hang that shit up on a hanger
Dick be draggin' on the floor, bitch, I'm a swanger
F*ck nigga, bob your head, this a banger
Nigga wanted bands, so I came out with a plan
Had to do it on my own, I ain't holdin' out my hand
Shout out to my mans, I mean shout out to my friends
If they shot your ass once, they'll shoot your ass again
Shout out to my stans, I mean shout out to my fans
They like, "When he gonna drop? Man, that nigga cap again"
Shout out to your wife, I mean shout out to your bitch
She in a double-R truck bent over like an ant
I be smokin' on that reefer 'til I pass the f*ck out
Let your bitch ass in the club, you get dragged the f*ck out
Caught that bitch up in my stash, she got smacked the f*ck out
Back up in the parking spot, no time to back the f*ck out
You can gamble with your life and you gon' crap the f*ck out
I be smokin' all this green so I don't black the f*ck out
Goin' up against the mob and you get whacked the f*ck out
Had to stop poppin' X before I snapped the f*ck out
Big rifle make you think a nigga camped the f*ck out
Nigga need to get some sleep, man, I'm vamped the f*ck out
Foenem done caught you lackin' and they ran the f*ck down
I'm the only one can tell them niggas stand the f*ck down
My whole fam with that street shit, it was handed the f*ck down
I'm somewhere up on the clouds tryna get the f*ck down, huh?
Bitch came in the crib stinkin', told her get the f*ck out
F*ck you and your clique, you can call them niggas up now
A nigga wanted bands, so I came out with a plan
Had to do it on my own, I ain't holdin' out my hand
Shout out to my mans, I mean shout out to my friends
If they shot your ass once, they'll shoot your ass again
Shout out to my stans, I mean shout out to my fans
They like, "When he gonna drop? Man, that nigga cap again"
Shout out to your wife, I mean shout out to your bitch
She in a Double-R truck bent over like an ant
Make me lose my f*ckin' temper, hit the nerve switch
Yeah, you ride it like a broom, you still a bird, witch
In this life, a nigga live or make you nervous
He say he shittin' on Chief So, what is it, birdshit?
When I'm shittin' on a nigga, it's big turds, bitch
I lay back, get the top, and smoke purp', bitch
What I'm rollin' up gon' have me flat like the Earth, bitch
Finish your food so you can come and eat your dessert, bitch
I got my own M's, I don't give a f*ck what you worth, bitch
F*ck your ears, nigga, I don't give a f*ck what you heard, bitch
How you suck at cookin'? That shit make my stomach hurt, bitch
With that loose-ass pussy, go and put it on reserve, bitch
With that dry-ass pussy, go and get some f*ckin' preserve, bitch
Dig a hole and put your ass in it, I'm Joe Dirt, bitch
Now you gotta go 'cause your dumb ass gettin' on my nerves, bitch
I'm a walkin' iPhone, bitch, I be alert
Nigga wanted bands, so I came out with a plan
Had to do it on my own, I ain't holdin' out my hand
Shout out to my mans, I mean shout out to my friends
If they shot your ass once, they'll shoot your ass again
Shout out to my stans, I mean shout out to my fans
They like, "When he gonna drop? Man, that nigga cap again"
Shout out to your wife, I mean shout out to your bitch
She in a double-R truck bent over like an ant
My kid ain't say her mama name, she said my name first
Boy, all your shit sound the same, you rap the same verse
The police took him in the room, he said our name first
Wish I could stay up in the bed because I hate work
You're lookin' for a rainbow, nigga, it gotta rain first
Hogwarts, I got one up in the chamber
All this land, I gotta hire me some rangers
She said she gon' give me top, she gotta drink first
Coochie wet as hell, I told that ho to drain first
Baby mama bust my windows out of anger
Mama always told me never talk to strangers
Got me gettin' my dumb ass out of dangers
Called me broke, he said that dumb shit out of anger
Tell that nigga hang that shit up on a hanger
Dick be draggin' on the floor, bitch, I'm a swanger
F*ck nigga, bob your head, this a banger
Nigga wanted bands, so I came out with a plan
Had to do it on my own, I ain't holdin' out my hand
Shout out to my mans, I mean shout out to my friends
If they shot your ass once, they'll shoot your ass again
Shout out to my stans, I mean shout out to my fans
They like, "When he gonna drop? Man, that nigga cap again"
Shout out to your wife, I mean shout out to your bitch
She in a double-R truck bent over like an ant
Writer: Brandon Alexander Kmiec, Keith Cozart
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Runner
Growing up, you ran the streets
Learned young the cold street code
It was hard times, nickels and dimes
Then you hit that motherload
Now you got the biggest piece of the action
But you still can't find peace of mind
I was with the street runners, we were street runnin'
That bitch a, watch your damn back
I was with the street runners, we were street runnin'
Gelato got me numb (dope), I can't feel my tongue (nope)
Countin' all this paper, nigga, I just cut my thumb
Cold start the Track', bitch sound like a gun
You ever seen a Hellcat from 1961?
Short bitches be fun (huh?), bad bitches be dumb (huh?)
I buy what I want, nigga, you know I got the funds
Don't make me spank that ass, lil' nigga, 'cause you my son
I ain't gotta go to the family reunion, I'm still gettin' the bonds
I can make a bad bitch out of a nun (woo)
I can get a bag in my sleep, I'm talkin' money
I can smoke a bag in my sleep, I'm talkin' onions (dope)
I was with the street runners, we were street runnin' (street runner)
I was with the street runners, we were street runnin' (street runner)
I was with the street runners, we were street runnin' (street runner)
We were street runnin' (street runner)
Sosa Baby, Sit Gang (we were street)
Chief So' was a street runner, he could've ran track
That bitch a street runner, watch your damn back (huh?)
You might catch a street runner on the Amtrak
Niggas tryna be street runner, ain't no turnin' back
I was in Chiraq ridin' with that Bernie Mac
Niggas tryna blitz, we send 'em runnin' back
Don't be tryna front, can get a burnin' back
I can spend my earnings and then earn 'em back
Low-key seen the foreign pass, the f*ck was that?
Say they love my cars, say they love them back
Pack of police pulled me over smokin' pack
God forbid they choke me, bitch, I'm chokin' back (street runner)
I was with the street runners, we were street runnin'
I was with the street runners, we were street runnin'
I was with the street runners, we were street runnin'
Learned young the cold street code
It was hard times, nickels and dimes
Then you hit that motherload
Now you got the biggest piece of the action
But you still can't find peace of mind
I was with the street runners, we were street runnin'
That bitch a, watch your damn back
I was with the street runners, we were street runnin'
Gelato got me numb (dope), I can't feel my tongue (nope)
Countin' all this paper, nigga, I just cut my thumb
Cold start the Track', bitch sound like a gun
You ever seen a Hellcat from 1961?
Short bitches be fun (huh?), bad bitches be dumb (huh?)
I buy what I want, nigga, you know I got the funds
Don't make me spank that ass, lil' nigga, 'cause you my son
I ain't gotta go to the family reunion, I'm still gettin' the bonds
I can make a bad bitch out of a nun (woo)
I can get a bag in my sleep, I'm talkin' money
I can smoke a bag in my sleep, I'm talkin' onions (dope)
I was with the street runners, we were street runnin' (street runner)
I was with the street runners, we were street runnin' (street runner)
I was with the street runners, we were street runnin' (street runner)
We were street runnin' (street runner)
Sosa Baby, Sit Gang (we were street)
Chief So' was a street runner, he could've ran track
That bitch a street runner, watch your damn back (huh?)
You might catch a street runner on the Amtrak
Niggas tryna be street runner, ain't no turnin' back
I was in Chiraq ridin' with that Bernie Mac
Niggas tryna blitz, we send 'em runnin' back
Don't be tryna front, can get a burnin' back
I can spend my earnings and then earn 'em back
Low-key seen the foreign pass, the f*ck was that?
Say they love my cars, say they love them back
Pack of police pulled me over smokin' pack
God forbid they choke me, bitch, I'm chokin' back (street runner)
I was with the street runners, we were street runnin'
I was with the street runners, we were street runnin'
I was with the street runners, we were street runnin'
Writer: Eugene Page, Keith Cozart, William Page
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Banded Up
What you want?
I want eight grand
Bang, bang (Foenem Radio, bitch)
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang (ayy), bang
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang
Nigga, you a Nicki mixtape cover, you a sucker
You can't even read, you're a stupid motherf*cker
(You a stupid motherf*cker)
You can't even read
Out here banded up (ayy), out here banded up (ayy)
Out here banded up (ayy), out here banded up (ayy)
Out here banded up (ayy), out here banded up (ha)
Out here banded up, out here banded up (ayy)
Out here banded up, out here banded up
Out here banded up (ha), out here banded up
Out here banded up, out here banded up
Sos' Baby, ayy
Sit Gang
Let's get it
If it's up, it's up
If it's up, it's stuck (bang)
Nigga owe me bucks, make him cough it up (bang)
Playin' with that pape', we gon' ball 'em up (beep)
Nigga, f*ck your mans, go 'head, call 'em up (nigga)
Got the 40 tucked, it shoot all 'em up (bang)
I leave out the bank, stack that's tall as f*ck (beep)
Nah, this shit ain't small, I can't fold it up (no)
Got a money plate, on the line, hulk it up (bitch)
Told that ho get up, flexin', doin' sit-ups (nigga)
Uber, come get her (shit), bitch, I can't get up (ha)
You still hangin' out? Nigga, hang it up (ayy)
Safe in the wall, I'm finna put a paintin' up
Out here banded up (ayy), out here banded up (ayy)
Out here banded up (ayy), out here banded up (ayy)
Out here banded up (ayy), out here banded up (ha)
Out here banded up, out here banded up (ayy)
Out here banded up, out here banded up
Out here banded up (ha), out here banded up
Out here banded up, out here banded up (ayy)
Yeah, yeah
Did everything that they said that I couldn't
Did everything that they said that I wouldn't
I go bananas like cookies and pudding
I'm 'bout to bubble like soda when shooken
I'm dressed in the best 'cause I know they be lookin'
These rappers are food and that's why I be cookin'
You can't pull no strings and I just keep it pushin'
B-I-G, but I was not born in Brooklyn
I treat 'em like cushion, I denied instruction
I beat the beat up like it deserve a whoopin'
I cut that boy off if he walk around woofin'
I'm straight as a arrow, my Gucci hair crooked
I been gettin' money, I feel just like Oprah hand
I'm 'bout to drop like the crotch on Rick Owen pants
Gassin' me up, yeah, they call me a motor van
Heard y'all fall off like the hair on an older man
'Member when mama was just like my only fan
Touchin' a million, I'm not a chameleon
Had to buy a new house 'cause my head hit the ceilin'
I'm somethin' like Lauryn the way I be healin'
I'm makin' the bread, it used to be crumbs
I don't feel these niggas, the doc' said I'm numb
The secret told me that I stand out like thumbs
I'm countin' this chicken, it's faster with drums, I'm Whack
(Bitch, I'm-)
Out here banded up (ayy), out here banded up (ayy)
Out here banded up (get it), out here banded up (ayy)
Out here banded up (ayy), out here banded up (ayy)
Out here banded up (bang), out here banded up (ayy)
Out here banded up, out here banded up
Out here banded up, out here banded up
Out here banded up, out here banded up
Ayy
(Don't care where I-, don't care where I-, don't care where I-)
Don't care where I live got my fye in here
Got them racks in here
Come in here, you dyin' in here
Niggas been hangin' with opps, we don't drop the wire in here
'Long as they bring me bands, I can't lose my mind in here
You drivin' to that bitch, I got her flyin' here
House so big, I told her, "Hit the front door," she said, "Where?"
Bitch can drop my lo' right now and I won't even care
Anybody she bring in this bitch, we gon' leave him there
Let's bet a hunnid, nigga, let's bet two hunnid, nigga
Let's hope it's not yo' ass, you won't be allowed to get no money, nigga
They hope I get my legs cut off so I stop stuntin', nigga
Six hundred for the shoes that's on top of my bunions, nigga
Yellow truck, it's Funyuns, nigga
It just smell like onions, nigga
Give Chief So' five hunnid thousand, he'll pull up on ya, nigga
I'm smokin' on palm trees, we be in California, nigga
I got two thousand for ya, come and wash my cars, lil' nigga
Out here banded up, out here banded up (ayy)
Out here banded up (ayy), out here banded up (ayy)
Out here banded up (ayy), out here banded up (ha)
Out here banded up, out here banded up (ayy)
Out here banded up, out here banded up
Out here banded up (ha), out here banded up
Out here banded up, out here banded up
Sos' baby, ayy
I want eight grand
Bang, bang (Foenem Radio, bitch)
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang (ayy), bang
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang
Nigga, you a Nicki mixtape cover, you a sucker
You can't even read, you're a stupid motherf*cker
(You a stupid motherf*cker)
You can't even read
Out here banded up (ayy), out here banded up (ayy)
Out here banded up (ayy), out here banded up (ayy)
Out here banded up (ayy), out here banded up (ha)
Out here banded up, out here banded up (ayy)
Out here banded up, out here banded up
Out here banded up (ha), out here banded up
Out here banded up, out here banded up
Sos' Baby, ayy
Sit Gang
Let's get it
If it's up, it's up
If it's up, it's stuck (bang)
Nigga owe me bucks, make him cough it up (bang)
Playin' with that pape', we gon' ball 'em up (beep)
Nigga, f*ck your mans, go 'head, call 'em up (nigga)
Got the 40 tucked, it shoot all 'em up (bang)
I leave out the bank, stack that's tall as f*ck (beep)
Nah, this shit ain't small, I can't fold it up (no)
Got a money plate, on the line, hulk it up (bitch)
Told that ho get up, flexin', doin' sit-ups (nigga)
Uber, come get her (shit), bitch, I can't get up (ha)
You still hangin' out? Nigga, hang it up (ayy)
Safe in the wall, I'm finna put a paintin' up
Out here banded up (ayy), out here banded up (ayy)
Out here banded up (ayy), out here banded up (ayy)
Out here banded up (ayy), out here banded up (ha)
Out here banded up, out here banded up (ayy)
Out here banded up, out here banded up
Out here banded up (ha), out here banded up
Out here banded up, out here banded up (ayy)
Yeah, yeah
Did everything that they said that I couldn't
Did everything that they said that I wouldn't
I go bananas like cookies and pudding
I'm 'bout to bubble like soda when shooken
I'm dressed in the best 'cause I know they be lookin'
These rappers are food and that's why I be cookin'
You can't pull no strings and I just keep it pushin'
B-I-G, but I was not born in Brooklyn
I treat 'em like cushion, I denied instruction
I beat the beat up like it deserve a whoopin'
I cut that boy off if he walk around woofin'
I'm straight as a arrow, my Gucci hair crooked
I been gettin' money, I feel just like Oprah hand
I'm 'bout to drop like the crotch on Rick Owen pants
Gassin' me up, yeah, they call me a motor van
Heard y'all fall off like the hair on an older man
'Member when mama was just like my only fan
Touchin' a million, I'm not a chameleon
Had to buy a new house 'cause my head hit the ceilin'
I'm somethin' like Lauryn the way I be healin'
I'm makin' the bread, it used to be crumbs
I don't feel these niggas, the doc' said I'm numb
The secret told me that I stand out like thumbs
I'm countin' this chicken, it's faster with drums, I'm Whack
(Bitch, I'm-)
Out here banded up (ayy), out here banded up (ayy)
Out here banded up (get it), out here banded up (ayy)
Out here banded up (ayy), out here banded up (ayy)
Out here banded up (bang), out here banded up (ayy)
Out here banded up, out here banded up
Out here banded up, out here banded up
Out here banded up, out here banded up
Ayy
(Don't care where I-, don't care where I-, don't care where I-)
Don't care where I live got my fye in here
Got them racks in here
Come in here, you dyin' in here
Niggas been hangin' with opps, we don't drop the wire in here
'Long as they bring me bands, I can't lose my mind in here
You drivin' to that bitch, I got her flyin' here
House so big, I told her, "Hit the front door," she said, "Where?"
Bitch can drop my lo' right now and I won't even care
Anybody she bring in this bitch, we gon' leave him there
Let's bet a hunnid, nigga, let's bet two hunnid, nigga
Let's hope it's not yo' ass, you won't be allowed to get no money, nigga
They hope I get my legs cut off so I stop stuntin', nigga
Six hundred for the shoes that's on top of my bunions, nigga
Yellow truck, it's Funyuns, nigga
It just smell like onions, nigga
Give Chief So' five hunnid thousand, he'll pull up on ya, nigga
I'm smokin' on palm trees, we be in California, nigga
I got two thousand for ya, come and wash my cars, lil' nigga
Out here banded up, out here banded up (ayy)
Out here banded up (ayy), out here banded up (ayy)
Out here banded up (ayy), out here banded up (ha)
Out here banded up, out here banded up (ayy)
Out here banded up, out here banded up
Out here banded up (ha), out here banded up
Out here banded up, out here banded up
Sos' baby, ayy
Writer: Keith Cozart, Tierra Whack-Weldon
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Grape Trees
I pulled up to the party like damn
I'm a motherf*ckin' player, what the f*ck is a bride?
I'm a wolf, so I walk around and growl at the moon
(Glory Gang)
I don't be f*ckin' with these bitches, rather hang with my guys
Your mama should've pushed your broke ass back inside of the womb
(Home of the Glory Gang)
Hoes always hatin' on me, what the f*ck did I do?
I'm in a spaceship, watch me fly it over the moon
I ain't f*ckin' with that nigga if he wear ugly shoes
Baby, you gon' be f*cked up and you ain't gon' know what to do
I ain't f*ckin' with that nigga if he wear ugly shoes
Grind, nigga
Grind- grind, nigga
(You think this ho care about what you doin' out here in these streets?)
Grind, nigga, stay sleep (All this bitch care about is get her bills paid, nigga)
You ain't tryna get out the bed and grind, nigga, stay sleep
(Come out your pocket, nigga
Break yourself like they used to say in the movies, nigga)
Tune
(Bitch robbin' you without a gun)
Tune
(She in another nigga DM, she got forty other niggas in her phone on call)
Tune
(You at the bottom of the totem pole)
(Sosa on the beat)
I'm a wolf, so I walk around and growl at the moon
Boy, you live with that bitch, she gon' get tired of you soon
Your mama should've pushed your broke ass back inside of the womb
I ain't never gettin' married, nigga, what is a groom?
I'm in a spaceship, watch me fly it over the moon
I don't know you, I can't pass my f*ckin' blunt to you, fool
Baby mama wish I died, but baby, what if it's true?
Baby, you gon' be f*cked up and you ain't gon' know what to do
No chains around my neck for four nicks and a half
All this cash up in my pocket, man, I f*cked up my math
I be sippin' clean drank like it fell in a bath
I be ballin' so damn hard, you'd think I play with the Cavs
This bitch laugh so motherf*ckin' fake, I hate when she laugh
Man, these pussies don't want no beef, we turn they ass into calf
Nigga, you hated me back then and your ass hatin' me now
If you don't love me for real, stop throwin' that word around
Man, these hoes love gettin' around, they just love gettin' around
I be ballin' winter, summer, spring, all year 'round
We lookin' for love, baby, man, I hope my heart can get found
Nah, we ain't from the A, still'll hawk a nigga down
I pull up on the lot in a Lamb'
I pulled off the lot in a Cullinan
I pulled up to the party like damn
I ain't better, alright, bet, man, who better then?
I got so high, nigga turned to Method Man
Pull a million out, bitch, this ain't no settlement
Bro on go, he waitin' on me to tell him when
Go check in, we gon' get you settled in
I'm a motherf*ckin' player, what the f*ck is a bride?
I don't be f*ckin' with these bitches, rather hang with my guys (gang, gang)
Ridin' in the spaceship, I got my twin on the side (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Smoked a blunt of that thing, don't talk to me when I'm fried
I ain't f*ckin' with that nigga if he wear ugly shoes
I don't gotta choose a nigga, when they see me, they choose
Hoes always hatin' on me, what the f*ck did I do?
Is you mad 'cause I look better and I'm fresher than you? (It's Sexyy)
Almighty and Big Sexyy slidin' in the spacecraft (skrrt)
Bitch, don't get an attitude 'cause you'll get your head cracked
None of you hoes can't f*ck with me, they borin' and they coochie wack
Northside bitch, in a foreign, but I like Hellcats (you know it)
No panties on when I rock that long sundress (no)
Titties sittin' pretty, I'm the real hood princess (Northside)
When I come around, all these niggas try to impress
I pull up in that new ball, AMG, or SS
I'm a wolf, so I walk around and growl at the moon
Boy, you live with that bitch, she gon' get tired of you soon
Your mama should've pushed your broke ass back inside of the womb
I ain't never gettin' married, nigga, what is a groom?
I'm in a spaceship, watch me fly it over the moon
I don't know you, I can't pass my f*ckin' blunt to you, fool
Baby mama wish I died, but baby, what if it's true?
Baby, you gon' be f*cked up and you ain't gon' know what to do
I'm a wolf, so I walk around and growl at the moon
Boy, you live with that bitch, she gon' get tired of you soon
Your mama should've pushed your broke ass back inside of the womb
I ain't never gettin' married, nigga, what is a groom?
I'm in a spaceship, watch me fly it over the moon
I don't know you, I can't pass my f*ckin' blunt to you, fool
Baby mama wish I died, but baby, what if it's true?
Baby, you gon' be f*cked up and you ain't gon' know what to do
I pull up on the lot in a Lamb'
I pulled off the lot in a Cullinan
(Some of y'all niggas get caught up on these bitches)
I pulled up to the party like damn
I ain't better, alright, bet, man, who better then?
(You think this ho love you, nigga?)
I got so high, nigga turned to Method Man
(You a side piece, nigga, circus act, Looney Tune)
Pull a million out, bitch, this ain't no settlement
Bro on go, he waitin' on me to tell him when (you got that cape out the cleaners)
(Thinkin' you gon leap some buildings and stop some bullets, nigga)
Go check in, we gon' get you settled in (you can't save this motherf*ckin' ho, nigga)
I pull up on the lot in a Lamb'
I pulled up to the party like damn
(Glory Gang)
I got so high, nigga turned to Method Man
(The Glory Gang)
Bro on go, he waitin' on me to tell him when
(Sosa on the beat)
I'm a motherf*ckin' player, what the f*ck is a bride?
I'm a wolf, so I walk around and growl at the moon
(Glory Gang)
I don't be f*ckin' with these bitches, rather hang with my guys
Your mama should've pushed your broke ass back inside of the womb
(Home of the Glory Gang)
Hoes always hatin' on me, what the f*ck did I do?
I'm in a spaceship, watch me fly it over the moon
I ain't f*ckin' with that nigga if he wear ugly shoes
Baby, you gon' be f*cked up and you ain't gon' know what to do
I ain't f*ckin' with that nigga if he wear ugly shoes
Grind, nigga
Grind- grind, nigga
(You think this ho care about what you doin' out here in these streets?)
Grind, nigga, stay sleep (All this bitch care about is get her bills paid, nigga)
You ain't tryna get out the bed and grind, nigga, stay sleep
(Come out your pocket, nigga
Break yourself like they used to say in the movies, nigga)
Tune
(Bitch robbin' you without a gun)
Tune
(She in another nigga DM, she got forty other niggas in her phone on call)
Tune
(You at the bottom of the totem pole)
(Sosa on the beat)
I'm a wolf, so I walk around and growl at the moon
Boy, you live with that bitch, she gon' get tired of you soon
Your mama should've pushed your broke ass back inside of the womb
I ain't never gettin' married, nigga, what is a groom?
I'm in a spaceship, watch me fly it over the moon
I don't know you, I can't pass my f*ckin' blunt to you, fool
Baby mama wish I died, but baby, what if it's true?
Baby, you gon' be f*cked up and you ain't gon' know what to do
No chains around my neck for four nicks and a half
All this cash up in my pocket, man, I f*cked up my math
I be sippin' clean drank like it fell in a bath
I be ballin' so damn hard, you'd think I play with the Cavs
This bitch laugh so motherf*ckin' fake, I hate when she laugh
Man, these pussies don't want no beef, we turn they ass into calf
Nigga, you hated me back then and your ass hatin' me now
If you don't love me for real, stop throwin' that word around
Man, these hoes love gettin' around, they just love gettin' around
I be ballin' winter, summer, spring, all year 'round
We lookin' for love, baby, man, I hope my heart can get found
Nah, we ain't from the A, still'll hawk a nigga down
I pull up on the lot in a Lamb'
I pulled off the lot in a Cullinan
I pulled up to the party like damn
I ain't better, alright, bet, man, who better then?
I got so high, nigga turned to Method Man
Pull a million out, bitch, this ain't no settlement
Bro on go, he waitin' on me to tell him when
Go check in, we gon' get you settled in
I'm a motherf*ckin' player, what the f*ck is a bride?
I don't be f*ckin' with these bitches, rather hang with my guys (gang, gang)
Ridin' in the spaceship, I got my twin on the side (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Smoked a blunt of that thing, don't talk to me when I'm fried
I ain't f*ckin' with that nigga if he wear ugly shoes
I don't gotta choose a nigga, when they see me, they choose
Hoes always hatin' on me, what the f*ck did I do?
Is you mad 'cause I look better and I'm fresher than you? (It's Sexyy)
Almighty and Big Sexyy slidin' in the spacecraft (skrrt)
Bitch, don't get an attitude 'cause you'll get your head cracked
None of you hoes can't f*ck with me, they borin' and they coochie wack
Northside bitch, in a foreign, but I like Hellcats (you know it)
No panties on when I rock that long sundress (no)
Titties sittin' pretty, I'm the real hood princess (Northside)
When I come around, all these niggas try to impress
I pull up in that new ball, AMG, or SS
I'm a wolf, so I walk around and growl at the moon
Boy, you live with that bitch, she gon' get tired of you soon
Your mama should've pushed your broke ass back inside of the womb
I ain't never gettin' married, nigga, what is a groom?
I'm in a spaceship, watch me fly it over the moon
I don't know you, I can't pass my f*ckin' blunt to you, fool
Baby mama wish I died, but baby, what if it's true?
Baby, you gon' be f*cked up and you ain't gon' know what to do
I'm a wolf, so I walk around and growl at the moon
Boy, you live with that bitch, she gon' get tired of you soon
Your mama should've pushed your broke ass back inside of the womb
I ain't never gettin' married, nigga, what is a groom?
I'm in a spaceship, watch me fly it over the moon
I don't know you, I can't pass my f*ckin' blunt to you, fool
Baby mama wish I died, but baby, what if it's true?
Baby, you gon' be f*cked up and you ain't gon' know what to do
I pull up on the lot in a Lamb'
I pulled off the lot in a Cullinan
(Some of y'all niggas get caught up on these bitches)
I pulled up to the party like damn
I ain't better, alright, bet, man, who better then?
(You think this ho love you, nigga?)
I got so high, nigga turned to Method Man
(You a side piece, nigga, circus act, Looney Tune)
Pull a million out, bitch, this ain't no settlement
Bro on go, he waitin' on me to tell him when (you got that cape out the cleaners)
(Thinkin' you gon leap some buildings and stop some bullets, nigga)
Go check in, we gon' get you settled in (you can't save this motherf*ckin' ho, nigga)
I pull up on the lot in a Lamb'
I pulled up to the party like damn
(Glory Gang)
I got so high, nigga turned to Method Man
(The Glory Gang)
Bro on go, he waitin' on me to tell him when
(Sosa on the beat)
Writer: Keith Cozart, Tierra Whack-Weldon
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
1,2,3
(Foenem Radio, on BD)
(Sosa on the beat)
Mic check (one, two, three)
For war, I bought fighter jets, I bought (one, two, three)
I got thirty, but I'ma give his ass (one, two, three)
I don't get one pound of gas, I get (one, two, three)
Baby say her body count ain't ten, it's (one, two, three)
She was suckin' before I got to count (one, two, three)
How many M's in one bank account? (One, two, three)
I got nine cars, but I brought out (one, two, three)
I always believed I was gon' get paid
When I got to hustlin' up in sixth grade
You ain't givin' up that nigga, you won't get laid
Sleep for the weak, I been up for six days
She seen my car, said, "Oh, Lord"
Two houses and got money up in both floors
Go, Forrest, leave your ass in the old forest
If I fall, bitch, I'm landin' on all fours
I don't f*ck with pigs, so I don't eat pork
Give me crooked-ass smiles, make your teeth warped
Will he land? Sosa flyer than an airport
I got one big gun, f*ck an Air Force
Lambo' whiter than some Air Forces
Check my closet, bitch, it look like a damn endorsement
You don't want the gang input, we got sources
One thing I really hate is when a bitch force it
Off the shits, feel like I'm levitatin'
I was trappin' outta granny basement
Me and money can't be separated
Me and diamonds, we been havin' babies
I got paper for the demonstration
Hotbox the whip, what a ventilation
Police pull me over, I can tell they hatin'
I got pink slips, license, pink slips, license, and registration
Always knew I was the one made outta gold
Always knew I was the one to make it out the 'Go
And my heart real heavy like a centerfold
Sosa, who the f*ck you trust more? Friend or foe?
I ain't even gotta think, I don't trust both
That's why I got my pole tucked for the cutthroat
He ain't gang, I don't trust that nigga, f*ck no
I got a .44 Bulldog, nigga, you a mutt, though
I got one, two, three shark-heads in the nick'
Chief Sosa pull strings, nigga, but he don't knit
I paid one, two, three thousand dollars for these kicks
Gon' play, give your ass, one, two, three kicks (one, two, three)
Four, five, six (one, two, three)
Friend group of six, I f*cked (one, two, three)
Nigga, that ain't my bitch, I got (one, two, three)
If I rent three cars, I still got (one, two, three)
Brought four cases back, but I got (one, two, three)
How many stashes do the Track' got? (One, two, three)
Everybody give it up for the Black guy (one, two, three)
Huh?
Round of applause when she make that ass clap
I push her head down like I'm tellin' her to take a nap
Hundred-dollar bill as my towel in the bath
House on the sand, I can carve out a path
Baby tried to rip my damn heart out, I laughed
Work a bitch out, now she weak, what's a calf?
She just pushed a baby out, she workin' on her abs
Told her at my house is a gym, yeah, I have
Told her two plus one equals three, simple math
I should take my Lambo' and disguise it as a cab
Stick hit your ribs, now your ribs have a slab
Up the 40, put that bitch up on you like a tab
Check my Lambo', bitches crawlin' like a crab
Bitch, don't get it twisted, I'll drive it through a crowd
Grocery store the only time I'm walkin' up the aisle
I take that back, just give me a bitch that ain't got many miles
It's show time (one, two, three)
I bow my head, pray, and count to (one, two, three)
I don't buy one or two, I bought like one, two, three
I'm top five and I'm in the first one, two, three
Hail Mary, nigga, hut, one, two, three
Five star, and the average shit one through three
Thirty stick finna piece one, two, three
All this motherf*ckin' energy, this run through me
I bow my head, pray, and count to
It's show time
I bow my head, pray, and count to (one, two, three)
Hail Mary, nigga, hut, one, two, three
Five star, and the average shit one through three
Thirty stick finna piece one, two, three
All this motherf*ckin' energy, this run through me
It's show time
I bow my head, pray, and count to
I don't buy one or two, I bought like one, two, three
(I bow my head, pray, and count to)
(I bow my head, pray, and count to)
(I bow my head, pray, and count to)
(Sosa on the beat)
Mic check (one, two, three)
For war, I bought fighter jets, I bought (one, two, three)
I got thirty, but I'ma give his ass (one, two, three)
I don't get one pound of gas, I get (one, two, three)
Baby say her body count ain't ten, it's (one, two, three)
She was suckin' before I got to count (one, two, three)
How many M's in one bank account? (One, two, three)
I got nine cars, but I brought out (one, two, three)
I always believed I was gon' get paid
When I got to hustlin' up in sixth grade
You ain't givin' up that nigga, you won't get laid
Sleep for the weak, I been up for six days
She seen my car, said, "Oh, Lord"
Two houses and got money up in both floors
Go, Forrest, leave your ass in the old forest
If I fall, bitch, I'm landin' on all fours
I don't f*ck with pigs, so I don't eat pork
Give me crooked-ass smiles, make your teeth warped
Will he land? Sosa flyer than an airport
I got one big gun, f*ck an Air Force
Lambo' whiter than some Air Forces
Check my closet, bitch, it look like a damn endorsement
You don't want the gang input, we got sources
One thing I really hate is when a bitch force it
Off the shits, feel like I'm levitatin'
I was trappin' outta granny basement
Me and money can't be separated
Me and diamonds, we been havin' babies
I got paper for the demonstration
Hotbox the whip, what a ventilation
Police pull me over, I can tell they hatin'
I got pink slips, license, pink slips, license, and registration
Always knew I was the one made outta gold
Always knew I was the one to make it out the 'Go
And my heart real heavy like a centerfold
Sosa, who the f*ck you trust more? Friend or foe?
I ain't even gotta think, I don't trust both
That's why I got my pole tucked for the cutthroat
He ain't gang, I don't trust that nigga, f*ck no
I got a .44 Bulldog, nigga, you a mutt, though
I got one, two, three shark-heads in the nick'
Chief Sosa pull strings, nigga, but he don't knit
I paid one, two, three thousand dollars for these kicks
Gon' play, give your ass, one, two, three kicks (one, two, three)
Four, five, six (one, two, three)
Friend group of six, I f*cked (one, two, three)
Nigga, that ain't my bitch, I got (one, two, three)
If I rent three cars, I still got (one, two, three)
Brought four cases back, but I got (one, two, three)
How many stashes do the Track' got? (One, two, three)
Everybody give it up for the Black guy (one, two, three)
Huh?
Round of applause when she make that ass clap
I push her head down like I'm tellin' her to take a nap
Hundred-dollar bill as my towel in the bath
House on the sand, I can carve out a path
Baby tried to rip my damn heart out, I laughed
Work a bitch out, now she weak, what's a calf?
She just pushed a baby out, she workin' on her abs
Told her at my house is a gym, yeah, I have
Told her two plus one equals three, simple math
I should take my Lambo' and disguise it as a cab
Stick hit your ribs, now your ribs have a slab
Up the 40, put that bitch up on you like a tab
Check my Lambo', bitches crawlin' like a crab
Bitch, don't get it twisted, I'll drive it through a crowd
Grocery store the only time I'm walkin' up the aisle
I take that back, just give me a bitch that ain't got many miles
It's show time (one, two, three)
I bow my head, pray, and count to (one, two, three)
I don't buy one or two, I bought like one, two, three
I'm top five and I'm in the first one, two, three
Hail Mary, nigga, hut, one, two, three
Five star, and the average shit one through three
Thirty stick finna piece one, two, three
All this motherf*ckin' energy, this run through me
I bow my head, pray, and count to
It's show time
I bow my head, pray, and count to (one, two, three)
Hail Mary, nigga, hut, one, two, three
Five star, and the average shit one through three
Thirty stick finna piece one, two, three
All this motherf*ckin' energy, this run through me
It's show time
I bow my head, pray, and count to
I don't buy one or two, I bought like one, two, three
(I bow my head, pray, and count to)
(I bow my head, pray, and count to)
(I bow my head, pray, and count to)
Writer: Christopher Kenner, Keith Cozart
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Drifting Away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away (goddamn, nigga, you taxin' like you Uncle Sam, nigga)
Drifting away
Drifting away (goddamn, nigga, you taxin' like you Uncle Sam, nigga)
Away
Big rubber bands I be poppin'
In a car lot, get the biggest truck, I'm weighin' my options
Baby said I treat her like a option (huh?)
Bitch, you ain't a TV
If you was, I woulda been muted you
"How life been?" It's been beautiful
Seven thousand square feet, nigga come from a damn cubicle
Hole in you same size a hula-hoop
Foenem put the beats on you, nigga
Now your f*ckin' name FruityLoops (pro's got me so high, I'm)
Drifting away
(Bitch, I'm so high, I'm) drifting away
(I'm off the dope now) drifting away
(Hold on, get yo' ho, tell her I be) drifting away
(Need to stop smoking, I be) drifting away
(I hit the dope now I'm) drifting away
(Thinkin' 'bout how I ain't broke, now I be) drifting away
(I ain't broke, now I be) drifting away
(Ahem, ayy)
Huh?
Huh?
Go
Huh?
Call the chicken police
Nigga, you know I'm havin' strips
I was one of them niggas puttin' the sack in Saks Fifth
You don't know how to slide
You ain't got no motor skills
Nigga think he goin' nuts but he goin' almond milk (no)
Put some holes in his ass same size Cheerio (huh?)
I sent one from the top rope, Rey Mysterio (bang)
Sixes won't fit on the Tonka truck I need Ferris wheels
Run ya ass over, Suge Knight, I'm gettin' overkill
Ayy, it's 4 a.m. she freaky, tryna come up over here
Pull a 4 into your hood the kids runnin' over here
She outside, I tell her, "What the f*ck I tell you 'bout comin' over here?"
When I want it, baby, I'ma tell you come up over here
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Money gang
Cap gang
Goddamn, nigga
You taxin' like you Uncle Sam, nigga
Playin', hope that you can swim, nigga
Was outside from the a.m., nigga
And granny ain't seen me 'til the a.m. I was off that Killa Cam, nigga
I got a band for your band, nigga
Don't even ask what's in my cup the same color of your skin, nigga
I went no pad, no pen, nigga (pen)
The .22'll hit your chin and go down to your shin, nigga (to your shin)
Truck sit up like a cowboy (cow)
I think I got more cars than every member of the Hot Boys
And we got broom sticks Hogwarts
And I ain't worried 'bout the opps, we don't fly the same airports (no)
I be sippin' on that Beetlejuice (lean)
Heard you lookin' for your cat, nigga how it keep gettin' loose? (huh?)
If you could, you would fit my shoe
Chief Sosa made drill, Kanye think he did it too
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away (goddamn, nigga, you taxin' like you Uncle Sam, nigga)
Drifting away
Drifting away (goddamn, nigga, you taxin' like you Uncle Sam, nigga)
Away
Big rubber bands I be poppin'
In a car lot, get the biggest truck, I'm weighin' my options
Baby said I treat her like a option (huh?)
Bitch, you ain't a TV
If you was, I woulda been muted you
"How life been?" It's been beautiful
Seven thousand square feet, nigga come from a damn cubicle
Hole in you same size a hula-hoop
Foenem put the beats on you, nigga
Now your f*ckin' name FruityLoops (pro's got me so high, I'm)
Drifting away
(Bitch, I'm so high, I'm) drifting away
(I'm off the dope now) drifting away
(Hold on, get yo' ho, tell her I be) drifting away
(Need to stop smoking, I be) drifting away
(I hit the dope now I'm) drifting away
(Thinkin' 'bout how I ain't broke, now I be) drifting away
(I ain't broke, now I be) drifting away
(Ahem, ayy)
Huh?
Huh?
Go
Huh?
Call the chicken police
Nigga, you know I'm havin' strips
I was one of them niggas puttin' the sack in Saks Fifth
You don't know how to slide
You ain't got no motor skills
Nigga think he goin' nuts but he goin' almond milk (no)
Put some holes in his ass same size Cheerio (huh?)
I sent one from the top rope, Rey Mysterio (bang)
Sixes won't fit on the Tonka truck I need Ferris wheels
Run ya ass over, Suge Knight, I'm gettin' overkill
Ayy, it's 4 a.m. she freaky, tryna come up over here
Pull a 4 into your hood the kids runnin' over here
She outside, I tell her, "What the f*ck I tell you 'bout comin' over here?"
When I want it, baby, I'ma tell you come up over here
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Money gang
Cap gang
Goddamn, nigga
You taxin' like you Uncle Sam, nigga
Playin', hope that you can swim, nigga
Was outside from the a.m., nigga
And granny ain't seen me 'til the a.m. I was off that Killa Cam, nigga
I got a band for your band, nigga
Don't even ask what's in my cup the same color of your skin, nigga
I went no pad, no pen, nigga (pen)
The .22'll hit your chin and go down to your shin, nigga (to your shin)
Truck sit up like a cowboy (cow)
I think I got more cars than every member of the Hot Boys
And we got broom sticks Hogwarts
And I ain't worried 'bout the opps, we don't fly the same airports (no)
I be sippin' on that Beetlejuice (lean)
Heard you lookin' for your cat, nigga how it keep gettin' loose? (huh?)
If you could, you would fit my shoe
Chief Sosa made drill, Kanye think he did it too
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Writer: Keith Cozart
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Never Fly Here
Mmm, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah
Put that shit on like AB, ballin' on them like KD
I'ma need me a straitjacket, "Why?" 'Cause I'm goin' crazy
She wanna be my Queen Bey, want me to be her JAY-Z
Bitch asked me for a Jeep, told her, "This Maybelline, bitch, that's maybe"
"So, when you goin' to the top?" Lil' bro said, "Take me"
I used to be on the block, boy, but I don't know no Tay Keith
Somebody come pour me out, bitch, I'm in this shit waist deep
Your hundred thou' to my hundred thou', used to put fives on eighthy
The car I'm in is an eight-speed, hope the cops don't chase me
Middle fingers to the law, bitch, I'll never let 'em break me
Postin' another nigga bands, nigga, you can't even pay me
Told the bitch I don't want her pussy, the bitch proceeded to rape me
How I taste? Shit, I taste sweet
Shit around here ain't sweet
F*ck 'em niggas, man, they sweet
Pussy-ass niggas, gay sweet
Put me in a Kanye suite
Havin' drip like an AC
Havin' drip like a leak
My style ain't free, you gotta pay me
Maybach Mercedes
Bitch, I named her Sadie
Better turn on the PlayStation, bitch cannot play me
Auntie caught me prayin', 10K to my auntie
I'm like, "Auntie, you raised me," but she like, "Nah, you ain't gotta pay me"
Put some respect on my name like Baby
Chief Keef (bang), play with the ki', Zaytiggy (Ziggy)
Doin' all that talkin', SayCheese (talk, but she like, "Nah, you ain't gotta pay me)
Bitch say she wanna be a city girl, so JT, JT
Bitch say she wanna be a city girl, so JT, JT
JT, JT (yeah)
JT, JT (yeah)
Put some respect on my name like Baby (woo)
Bitch, I'm the Huncho, pay me (Huncho)
Bang, bang, huh, Chief Keef (bang)
Play with the ki', Zaytiggy (Ziggy)
Doin' all that talkin', SayCheese (talkin')
Bitch say she wanna be a city girl, so I'ma call her JT (JT)
Can't save a ho, you can't make me (nah)
Steppin', two feet (step)
I told that bitch to scrub the ground, she thought she was goin' to Freaknik (scrub)
Ever since my bro The Rocket took off, I been too geeked (Rocket)
Brrp, now my crew geeked (brrp)
Get tactical with my technique (tactical)
You wanna kick it? Call Messi (go)
You wanna kick it? Call Ronaldo
I got narcotics and Narcos (Narcos)
White diamonds, Jack Harlow (white)
Remember trappin' in my cargos (trap)
Now it's pounds in the cargo (cargo)
Walkin' out of Wells Fargo (walk)
I'll spin with my twin, Charlo (spin)
So you know I'ma crash, GEICO (crash)
Put me next to Elon (Elon)
I'm high steppin' like Deion (woo)
My heart froze so cold, nigga, I'm on the shelf with Freon (ice)
What you doin' in my section? (Huh?), we don't know this peon
Your bitch lookin' so sexy (bitch), I'm tryna see what she on (she on)
Maybach, call it Quaybach (Quaybach)
Never trap where I stay at (nah)
Niggas thought I couldn't make it (huh?)
Just like Diddy, told 'em take that (take that)
I'm breakin' shit, Kit-Kat (break it)
Somebody tell me where the lick at (where?)
Then pop a pill, Tic-Tac (pill)
You not alone, where your strap at? (Graow)
Where your strap at? (Graow)
Where your strap at? (Graow)
Maybach, call it Quaybach
My heart froze so cold, nigga, I'm on the shelf with freon
Bro finna appeal
They ain't got shit, keep it real
Pussy, we don't f*ck with you, we never did and never will
Brodie put up three seals
Know I had to seal the deal
Watch what you be postin' on that Reel, real get you killed
Hellcat doin' tricks, more tricks than a seal
Broke-ass nigga kill his mama just to inherit her Will
Wrap the Range Rover teal, banana Hellcat peel
'Bout the bills they killl, I'm pullin' up with my ills
Ain't from the H, but I'm trill, I was trill up in the field
You not smokin' gas, that's ill, Chief So be smokin' that kill
Sip codeine when I'm ill, she wanna touch me, see if I'm real
She told me we gettin' married, I said, "Get the f*ck out of here"
I call the shots 'round here, you could play, not 'round here
Got a diamond up in my ear, this bitch bigger than my ear
Bitch, I'ma send you a car, your ass'll never drive here
Yeah, Chief So drive spaceships, but that shit'll never fly here
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah
Put that shit on like AB, ballin' on them like KD
I'ma need me a straitjacket, "Why?" 'Cause I'm goin' crazy
She wanna be my Queen Bey, want me to be her JAY-Z
Bitch asked me for a Jeep, told her, "This Maybelline, bitch, that's maybe"
"So, when you goin' to the top?" Lil' bro said, "Take me"
I used to be on the block, boy, but I don't know no Tay Keith
Somebody come pour me out, bitch, I'm in this shit waist deep
Your hundred thou' to my hundred thou', used to put fives on eighthy
The car I'm in is an eight-speed, hope the cops don't chase me
Middle fingers to the law, bitch, I'll never let 'em break me
Postin' another nigga bands, nigga, you can't even pay me
Told the bitch I don't want her pussy, the bitch proceeded to rape me
How I taste? Shit, I taste sweet
Shit around here ain't sweet
F*ck 'em niggas, man, they sweet
Pussy-ass niggas, gay sweet
Put me in a Kanye suite
Havin' drip like an AC
Havin' drip like a leak
My style ain't free, you gotta pay me
Maybach Mercedes
Bitch, I named her Sadie
Better turn on the PlayStation, bitch cannot play me
Auntie caught me prayin', 10K to my auntie
I'm like, "Auntie, you raised me," but she like, "Nah, you ain't gotta pay me"
Put some respect on my name like Baby
Chief Keef (bang), play with the ki', Zaytiggy (Ziggy)
Doin' all that talkin', SayCheese (talk, but she like, "Nah, you ain't gotta pay me)
Bitch say she wanna be a city girl, so JT, JT
Bitch say she wanna be a city girl, so JT, JT
JT, JT (yeah)
JT, JT (yeah)
Put some respect on my name like Baby (woo)
Bitch, I'm the Huncho, pay me (Huncho)
Bang, bang, huh, Chief Keef (bang)
Play with the ki', Zaytiggy (Ziggy)
Doin' all that talkin', SayCheese (talkin')
Bitch say she wanna be a city girl, so I'ma call her JT (JT)
Can't save a ho, you can't make me (nah)
Steppin', two feet (step)
I told that bitch to scrub the ground, she thought she was goin' to Freaknik (scrub)
Ever since my bro The Rocket took off, I been too geeked (Rocket)
Brrp, now my crew geeked (brrp)
Get tactical with my technique (tactical)
You wanna kick it? Call Messi (go)
You wanna kick it? Call Ronaldo
I got narcotics and Narcos (Narcos)
White diamonds, Jack Harlow (white)
Remember trappin' in my cargos (trap)
Now it's pounds in the cargo (cargo)
Walkin' out of Wells Fargo (walk)
I'll spin with my twin, Charlo (spin)
So you know I'ma crash, GEICO (crash)
Put me next to Elon (Elon)
I'm high steppin' like Deion (woo)
My heart froze so cold, nigga, I'm on the shelf with Freon (ice)
What you doin' in my section? (Huh?), we don't know this peon
Your bitch lookin' so sexy (bitch), I'm tryna see what she on (she on)
Maybach, call it Quaybach (Quaybach)
Never trap where I stay at (nah)
Niggas thought I couldn't make it (huh?)
Just like Diddy, told 'em take that (take that)
I'm breakin' shit, Kit-Kat (break it)
Somebody tell me where the lick at (where?)
Then pop a pill, Tic-Tac (pill)
You not alone, where your strap at? (Graow)
Where your strap at? (Graow)
Where your strap at? (Graow)
Maybach, call it Quaybach
My heart froze so cold, nigga, I'm on the shelf with freon
Bro finna appeal
They ain't got shit, keep it real
Pussy, we don't f*ck with you, we never did and never will
Brodie put up three seals
Know I had to seal the deal
Watch what you be postin' on that Reel, real get you killed
Hellcat doin' tricks, more tricks than a seal
Broke-ass nigga kill his mama just to inherit her Will
Wrap the Range Rover teal, banana Hellcat peel
'Bout the bills they killl, I'm pullin' up with my ills
Ain't from the H, but I'm trill, I was trill up in the field
You not smokin' gas, that's ill, Chief So be smokin' that kill
Sip codeine when I'm ill, she wanna touch me, see if I'm real
She told me we gettin' married, I said, "Get the f*ck out of here"
I call the shots 'round here, you could play, not 'round here
Got a diamond up in my ear, this bitch bigger than my ear
Bitch, I'ma send you a car, your ass'll never drive here
Yeah, Chief So drive spaceships, but that shit'll never fly here
Writer: Keith Cozart, Quavious Keyate Marshall
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Prince Charming
(Glory Gang)
(On Foenem Radio)
Go 'til you can't f*ckin' go no more, nigga
Pull up your chair, it's time to eat, boy
Better keep that money, better hope it don't leave, boy
October Forgiatos, look like Halloween, boy
You can be the prince of Chiraq, I'm the king, boy
Kids love a nigga 'cause the joy a nigga bring, boy
Got my heart too, they know it ain't a thing, boy
Call baby, "Pookie," 'cause for Sosa, she a fiend, boy
I'll stop sippin' 'fore I sip some f*ckin' green, boy
Lambo' take off, Redbull, I got wings, boy
Sosa hatin' on you, I ain't know that was a thing, boy
That's huh? Bitch
Foenem yellin', "Go" like the light turned green, boy (ayy, go, go)
Yeah, them ass shots good, but I need you on your knees
Spray one of these stankin' ass niggas with Febreze
She said, "I been" (thinkin' 'bout you), ayy
(Yes, indeed) Oh, you did?
(Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh) huh?
Why, oh, why?
She said, "I been" (thinkin' 'bout you), huh?
(Yes, indeed)
Oh, you did? (Let's get it)
(Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh) Sit Gang, uh-uh-uh, on the gang
Why, oh, why?
This shit cost a arm and leg, cars and bread
Takin' big steps, bitch, I'm nine ahead
We been havin' sex, but not in the bed
Told me that it's red, so I got some head
I put on my weeks, went and got some bread
Why you got a stick if it's not in the head?
Nigga, in the club drunk, headlock a nigga head
Threw his ass on the table, threw his ass on his head
Nigga wake up in a hospital bed
Like, "This the last time I said what I shouldn't have said"
Bitch gon' wake up with knots on his head
Thought he was sick, it's balloons on his bed
I been lookin' for the Wockhardt, but I'll sip some red
All I need is a doctor, tell him I need my meds
And my XD brown, so I nicknamed him, "Ted"
Lost my shit when I caught him and my bitch in the bed
High as hell, left my stick in the bed
It's the last time I'm sippin' the red
One puff of Guido, hundred hits in the head
When my granny laid her ass in the bed
Gave her ass a hundred kisses in the head
Granny taught a nigga everything he said
Granny taught a nigga everything he say
Hit the family reunion Lamborghini way
Bitch, we come from playin' ball in the crates
Man, I come from bologna on my plate
Might forget, but I mean everything I say
When Chief Sosa pull up, he flexin', pull up
Shittin' on them, pull ups
Hope the law don't pull up
Dashbox so I can have somewhere to put the 'Wood up
Fit crazy, like I'm doin' lean ups and kush ups
Boy, you must have hit your f*ckin' head and sniffed some good stuff
Never know the whip I'm in, my other shit be put up
I'll be thankin' God 'cause I appreciate the little stuff
Ain't in the mud no more, but I'll still pick the mud up
Who would ever know, when I was seven, pickin' mud up?
When you loading shells in your gun, pick a glove up
Or pick a shirt up
Baby blue Forgiatos, bitch, I dressed 'em like a surgeon
(Baby blue Forgiatos, bitch, I dressed 'em like a surgeon)
H-U-R-T, they hatin', I see
I got my fire on me, put it on a P
1-800-KING-KEEF if you want some beef
Man, Gucci coat with the pole underneath
Meet me on hundred street, turn it to a haunted street
I'm gettin' money, nigga, I don't even wanna beef
We was at the corner, doin' laundry
Bank account got stung by a bumblebee
And my car feel like Superman's under me
Two piece, smoked in one week, nigga, not three
I'll tell you what, stay your ass off our street
Nigga get flatlined in a damn heartbeat
My front yard look like a GTA car meet
I should buy a Demon, use it as an art piece
Bitch, I'm Gucci, double Gs in the car seat
Sold the same rock Jigga seen in Marcy
In the hood, Sosa had Lamborghini speed
It's only right I get a Lamb' for my enemies
It's only right I get a Porsche, jumped off the porch
Your heart drop when the SWAT knock on your door
That's some shit make you jump back on the porch
If you ain't cut, you gon' tell on all your boys
Hey, hey
(If you ain't cut, you gon' tell on all your boys)
Your heart drop when the SWAT knock on your door, huh? (Ayy)
If you ain't cut, you gon' tell on all your boys (go)
Doo-doo
Your heart drop when the- (go)
She said
Ayy, she said
Ayy
She said
Ayy, ayy, she said
Ayy (Glory Gang), ayy
On Foenem Radio
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
(On Foenem Radio)
Go 'til you can't f*ckin' go no more, nigga
Pull up your chair, it's time to eat, boy
Better keep that money, better hope it don't leave, boy
October Forgiatos, look like Halloween, boy
You can be the prince of Chiraq, I'm the king, boy
Kids love a nigga 'cause the joy a nigga bring, boy
Got my heart too, they know it ain't a thing, boy
Call baby, "Pookie," 'cause for Sosa, she a fiend, boy
I'll stop sippin' 'fore I sip some f*ckin' green, boy
Lambo' take off, Redbull, I got wings, boy
Sosa hatin' on you, I ain't know that was a thing, boy
That's huh? Bitch
Foenem yellin', "Go" like the light turned green, boy (ayy, go, go)
Yeah, them ass shots good, but I need you on your knees
Spray one of these stankin' ass niggas with Febreze
She said, "I been" (thinkin' 'bout you), ayy
(Yes, indeed) Oh, you did?
(Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh) huh?
Why, oh, why?
She said, "I been" (thinkin' 'bout you), huh?
(Yes, indeed)
Oh, you did? (Let's get it)
(Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh) Sit Gang, uh-uh-uh, on the gang
Why, oh, why?
This shit cost a arm and leg, cars and bread
Takin' big steps, bitch, I'm nine ahead
We been havin' sex, but not in the bed
Told me that it's red, so I got some head
I put on my weeks, went and got some bread
Why you got a stick if it's not in the head?
Nigga, in the club drunk, headlock a nigga head
Threw his ass on the table, threw his ass on his head
Nigga wake up in a hospital bed
Like, "This the last time I said what I shouldn't have said"
Bitch gon' wake up with knots on his head
Thought he was sick, it's balloons on his bed
I been lookin' for the Wockhardt, but I'll sip some red
All I need is a doctor, tell him I need my meds
And my XD brown, so I nicknamed him, "Ted"
Lost my shit when I caught him and my bitch in the bed
High as hell, left my stick in the bed
It's the last time I'm sippin' the red
One puff of Guido, hundred hits in the head
When my granny laid her ass in the bed
Gave her ass a hundred kisses in the head
Granny taught a nigga everything he said
Granny taught a nigga everything he say
Hit the family reunion Lamborghini way
Bitch, we come from playin' ball in the crates
Man, I come from bologna on my plate
Might forget, but I mean everything I say
When Chief Sosa pull up, he flexin', pull up
Shittin' on them, pull ups
Hope the law don't pull up
Dashbox so I can have somewhere to put the 'Wood up
Fit crazy, like I'm doin' lean ups and kush ups
Boy, you must have hit your f*ckin' head and sniffed some good stuff
Never know the whip I'm in, my other shit be put up
I'll be thankin' God 'cause I appreciate the little stuff
Ain't in the mud no more, but I'll still pick the mud up
Who would ever know, when I was seven, pickin' mud up?
When you loading shells in your gun, pick a glove up
Or pick a shirt up
Baby blue Forgiatos, bitch, I dressed 'em like a surgeon
(Baby blue Forgiatos, bitch, I dressed 'em like a surgeon)
H-U-R-T, they hatin', I see
I got my fire on me, put it on a P
1-800-KING-KEEF if you want some beef
Man, Gucci coat with the pole underneath
Meet me on hundred street, turn it to a haunted street
I'm gettin' money, nigga, I don't even wanna beef
We was at the corner, doin' laundry
Bank account got stung by a bumblebee
And my car feel like Superman's under me
Two piece, smoked in one week, nigga, not three
I'll tell you what, stay your ass off our street
Nigga get flatlined in a damn heartbeat
My front yard look like a GTA car meet
I should buy a Demon, use it as an art piece
Bitch, I'm Gucci, double Gs in the car seat
Sold the same rock Jigga seen in Marcy
In the hood, Sosa had Lamborghini speed
It's only right I get a Lamb' for my enemies
It's only right I get a Porsche, jumped off the porch
Your heart drop when the SWAT knock on your door
That's some shit make you jump back on the porch
If you ain't cut, you gon' tell on all your boys
Hey, hey
(If you ain't cut, you gon' tell on all your boys)
Your heart drop when the SWAT knock on your door, huh? (Ayy)
If you ain't cut, you gon' tell on all your boys (go)
Doo-doo
Your heart drop when the- (go)
She said
Ayy, she said
Ayy
She said
Ayy, ayy, she said
Ayy (Glory Gang), ayy
On Foenem Radio
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Writer: Keith Cozart
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Believe
Sosa, man, what the f*ck is goin' on with you, bro?
We been waitin' on this Almighty So 2 for a minute now, man
You say you gon' drop it, then you don't drop it
Then you say you gon' drop it again, then you don' drop it
What the f*ck is goin' on with you, bro?
Yo' lil' ugly ass takin' all day, man
On my baby, boy, you're barbequed
Yo' ass like a hickory smoked house roach
Yo' lil' ugly ass, boy
Yo' ass like a deep-fried Jamaican pigeon
Yo' lil' ugly ass, boy
Yo' ass like a old testament demon (GDKFM Radio)
You ugly as f*ck, first of all
Then you ain't drop the shit (on foenem)
Yo, motherf*ckers gon' get on yo' ass, boy
Yo' ass gon' be barbequed, boy
Drop that Almighty So 2 right now, bro
We need that shit right now
The streets need that shit right now
Drill need that shit right now, man, drop that shit, man
What the f*ck is you waitin' on, man? On baby
Every day, every day, every day
Here you come, can't even cook and eat right
Here y'all come, here y'all come
I don't know who gon' get famous for this shit
I don't know who gon' get fame for this shit
But I know one thing, when they make it, they leavin'
Never show them niggas your hand
Was panhandlin' before I was handlin' biz with pan
Private jet so I could take a flight to France
Snap ya head, nigga, nah, we ain't snipin' cans
We ain't throwin' rocks and hidin' our hands
This STO cost me four hundred bands
Can't put on another nigga if you ain't put on your mans
Since my granny left, nigga, I been goin' in
I ain't gon' lie, a nigga sick of buyin' cars
I think it's time for a nigga to do somethin' smart
Nigga, I don't even use my garage as a garage
Crib in Agoura? Tryna find me one on Mars, nigga
Can't put on another nigga if you ain't puttin' on your mans
Can't put on another nigga if you ain't puttin' on your mans
Can't put on another nigga if you ain't puttin' on your mans
Can't put on another nigga if you ain't puttin' on your mans
I could lay in a ant bed, come out with no ants on me, ayy
I could lay in a forest with a tent, come out with a brown bear's head
I could live in the jungle and come out with a hyena hat, ayy
I'm in L.A. with FN, Doowop got a switch in the ride
Got a bitch up in my movie room and I got a bitch in the back
Baby hit me up so much, I'ma just start hittin' her back
She call me inconsiderate, bae, you talkin' gibberish
I hate bein' delirious, Sosa Baby got her furious
Was mad my daughter went through a phase of sayin' "period"
BM just said she been gettin' her period
I'm like, "Damn, what? Is you serious?"
I had to laugh, Jesus, that shit had me furious
Tryna learn how to treat these women, man
Sad to say I turned out just like my damn daddy, man
I'm that kid, I ain't get to be a kid
Early age I started sellin' dope like my people did
I was in and out my people fridge
Smart as shit, most of the time had to be a evil kid
Lit the campfire, nigga, I'm just tryna keep it lit
Could of died if the door wasn't open and was locked like Beanie Sigel said
Bad-ass jit, always stayed doin' illegal shit
Had to get it on my own, they ain't wanna give me shit
I had cluckers comin' askin', "How many can we get?"
Kick your door and then we take our split when we split
I done been, I couldn't tell you how hard this shit get
Keep your heat, make sure you keep your oven mitt
Was on the bricks, now my front yard ten thousand bricks
High speed, barely got away, I gotta shit
Mickey Mouse drum, Nickelodeon, I gotta split
Pop out with that shit, porta potty, I got 'em pissed
1969 Hellcat, Jheri curl slick
I'm not the only star, kids ask my cars for pics
Pop out with the clique, what's my favorite car to pick?
Boy, you better not owe 'em, foenem stomp yo' ass with Ricks
Granny said, "I know one thing, yo' ass better get rich"
I had to show her, she ain't believe in this shit
I could lay in a ant bed, come out with no ants on me, ayy
I could lay in a forest with a tent, come out with a brown bear's head
I could live in the jungle and come out with a hyena hat, ayy
I'm in L.A. with FN, Doowop got a switch in the ride
Got a bitch up in my movie room and I got a bitch in the back
Baby hit me up so much, I'ma just start hittin' her back
She call me inconsiderate, bae, you talkin' gibberish
I hate bein' delirious, Sosa Baby got her furious
I hate bein' delirious, Sosa Baby got her furious
I hate bein' delirious, I hate bein' delirious
We been waitin' on this Almighty So 2 for a minute now, man
You say you gon' drop it, then you don't drop it
Then you say you gon' drop it again, then you don' drop it
What the f*ck is goin' on with you, bro?
Yo' lil' ugly ass takin' all day, man
On my baby, boy, you're barbequed
Yo' ass like a hickory smoked house roach
Yo' lil' ugly ass, boy
Yo' ass like a deep-fried Jamaican pigeon
Yo' lil' ugly ass, boy
Yo' ass like a old testament demon (GDKFM Radio)
You ugly as f*ck, first of all
Then you ain't drop the shit (on foenem)
Yo, motherf*ckers gon' get on yo' ass, boy
Yo' ass gon' be barbequed, boy
Drop that Almighty So 2 right now, bro
We need that shit right now
The streets need that shit right now
Drill need that shit right now, man, drop that shit, man
What the f*ck is you waitin' on, man? On baby
Every day, every day, every day
Here you come, can't even cook and eat right
Here y'all come, here y'all come
I don't know who gon' get famous for this shit
I don't know who gon' get fame for this shit
But I know one thing, when they make it, they leavin'
Never show them niggas your hand
Was panhandlin' before I was handlin' biz with pan
Private jet so I could take a flight to France
Snap ya head, nigga, nah, we ain't snipin' cans
We ain't throwin' rocks and hidin' our hands
This STO cost me four hundred bands
Can't put on another nigga if you ain't put on your mans
Since my granny left, nigga, I been goin' in
I ain't gon' lie, a nigga sick of buyin' cars
I think it's time for a nigga to do somethin' smart
Nigga, I don't even use my garage as a garage
Crib in Agoura? Tryna find me one on Mars, nigga
Can't put on another nigga if you ain't puttin' on your mans
Can't put on another nigga if you ain't puttin' on your mans
Can't put on another nigga if you ain't puttin' on your mans
Can't put on another nigga if you ain't puttin' on your mans
I could lay in a ant bed, come out with no ants on me, ayy
I could lay in a forest with a tent, come out with a brown bear's head
I could live in the jungle and come out with a hyena hat, ayy
I'm in L.A. with FN, Doowop got a switch in the ride
Got a bitch up in my movie room and I got a bitch in the back
Baby hit me up so much, I'ma just start hittin' her back
She call me inconsiderate, bae, you talkin' gibberish
I hate bein' delirious, Sosa Baby got her furious
Was mad my daughter went through a phase of sayin' "period"
BM just said she been gettin' her period
I'm like, "Damn, what? Is you serious?"
I had to laugh, Jesus, that shit had me furious
Tryna learn how to treat these women, man
Sad to say I turned out just like my damn daddy, man
I'm that kid, I ain't get to be a kid
Early age I started sellin' dope like my people did
I was in and out my people fridge
Smart as shit, most of the time had to be a evil kid
Lit the campfire, nigga, I'm just tryna keep it lit
Could of died if the door wasn't open and was locked like Beanie Sigel said
Bad-ass jit, always stayed doin' illegal shit
Had to get it on my own, they ain't wanna give me shit
I had cluckers comin' askin', "How many can we get?"
Kick your door and then we take our split when we split
I done been, I couldn't tell you how hard this shit get
Keep your heat, make sure you keep your oven mitt
Was on the bricks, now my front yard ten thousand bricks
High speed, barely got away, I gotta shit
Mickey Mouse drum, Nickelodeon, I gotta split
Pop out with that shit, porta potty, I got 'em pissed
1969 Hellcat, Jheri curl slick
I'm not the only star, kids ask my cars for pics
Pop out with the clique, what's my favorite car to pick?
Boy, you better not owe 'em, foenem stomp yo' ass with Ricks
Granny said, "I know one thing, yo' ass better get rich"
I had to show her, she ain't believe in this shit
I could lay in a ant bed, come out with no ants on me, ayy
I could lay in a forest with a tent, come out with a brown bear's head
I could live in the jungle and come out with a hyena hat, ayy
I'm in L.A. with FN, Doowop got a switch in the ride
Got a bitch up in my movie room and I got a bitch in the back
Baby hit me up so much, I'ma just start hittin' her back
She call me inconsiderate, bae, you talkin' gibberish
I hate bein' delirious, Sosa Baby got her furious
I hate bein' delirious, Sosa Baby got her furious
I hate bein' delirious, I hate bein' delirious
Writer: Keith Cozart
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Tony Montana Flow
Bro
What up?
Where are you?
'F*ck you at?
You sound 'bout it as f*ck
I'm 'bout to go home, I'm tryna, tryna go to you, can I?
I ain't even at the house right now
So when are you at your house?
Um, in a minute
Okay, I'm just going to go home then, I guess
I just want the blue cheese and a thousand islands
Bitch, you want me to punch you, bitch, you wildin', wildin'
Might not wanna come over here, 'cause bitch it's crowded, crowded
Unless you Master P and bitch you 'bout it, 'bout it
Shorty ass a squirter, that's a talent, talent
King size beds was a palette, palette
Even in kindergarten, I wasn't tattletalin'
I ain't generous, I'm not Ellen, Ellen
Life is sweet, nigga love watermelon
I got green and I'll put it on yo' melon
Bad ass lil' nigga on the corner sellin'
Young nigga hungry, got that mornin' belly
Nigga gettin' money no matter what you selling
Tell 'em you a pit, get some dog repellent
Shorty got some time from an informant telling
Baby bro like, "Give it to me, nigga, I'ma sell it"
Baby bro gotta take it over and be smarter with it
And I'm smoking on that musty call me arm pit, man
I be lettin' my chain and wrist talk to a bunch of bitches
You can get ya Gyro, nigga, no Tzatziki
At your head, no Medusa-dusa
You know I be with gorillas, nigga ucka-ucka
Even when I'm by myself, I'm a noodle knocker
Pulled up, shittin' on 'em, nigga dooka-dooka
I know I ain't gotta do it, but I'm a pistol toter
Just in case the opps see me and be like, "There go, Sosa"
Got a warrant, the cops saw me, like, "Let's go, Sosa"
What the f*ck you was just doin' up in Mexico, Sosa?
Shorty said, "When the last time you been in Chicago, Sosa?"
She like "When the f*ck you gon' stop smokin' that Petrol, Sosa?"
She like "You smokin' gas but first was that red stuff, Sosa"
She like "You ridin' foreigns but first it was the metro, Sosa"
You drunk? Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang, huh
What up?
Where are you?
'F*ck you at?
You sound 'bout it as f*ck
I'm 'bout to go home, I'm tryna, tryna go to you, can I?
I ain't even at the house right now
So when are you at your house?
Um, in a minute
Okay, I'm just going to go home then, I guess
I just want the blue cheese and a thousand islands
Bitch, you want me to punch you, bitch, you wildin', wildin'
Might not wanna come over here, 'cause bitch it's crowded, crowded
Unless you Master P and bitch you 'bout it, 'bout it
Shorty ass a squirter, that's a talent, talent
King size beds was a palette, palette
Even in kindergarten, I wasn't tattletalin'
I ain't generous, I'm not Ellen, Ellen
Life is sweet, nigga love watermelon
I got green and I'll put it on yo' melon
Bad ass lil' nigga on the corner sellin'
Young nigga hungry, got that mornin' belly
Nigga gettin' money no matter what you selling
Tell 'em you a pit, get some dog repellent
Shorty got some time from an informant telling
Baby bro like, "Give it to me, nigga, I'ma sell it"
Baby bro gotta take it over and be smarter with it
And I'm smoking on that musty call me arm pit, man
I be lettin' my chain and wrist talk to a bunch of bitches
You can get ya Gyro, nigga, no Tzatziki
At your head, no Medusa-dusa
You know I be with gorillas, nigga ucka-ucka
Even when I'm by myself, I'm a noodle knocker
Pulled up, shittin' on 'em, nigga dooka-dooka
I know I ain't gotta do it, but I'm a pistol toter
Just in case the opps see me and be like, "There go, Sosa"
Got a warrant, the cops saw me, like, "Let's go, Sosa"
What the f*ck you was just doin' up in Mexico, Sosa?
Shorty said, "When the last time you been in Chicago, Sosa?"
She like "When the f*ck you gon' stop smokin' that Petrol, Sosa?"
She like "You smokin' gas but first was that red stuff, Sosa"
She like "You ridin' foreigns but first it was the metro, Sosa"
You drunk? Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang, huh
Writer: Keith Cozart
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
I'm Tryna Sleep
(On foenem)
I just made a million last week
Stone brought his merch on Chief
(Foenem Radio, home of the Glory Gang)
It's not a lease
On the rims, trick or treat
It's not a treat
Bitch, I'm tryna sleep
Bitch, I'm tryna sleep (Sos' Baby)
I ain't got cheese? I just made a million last week
Chief my lingo and now my Stone brought his merch on Chief
Leave out the dealer, paper in my hand, it's not a lease
Black and orange Forgiatos on the rims, trick or treat (skrrt-skrrt)
Say she wanna eat me, told that bitch, "My dick is not a treat" (no)
Bitch loud as truck, my dick said, "Shut up, bitch, I'm tryna sleep"
In the Hellcat, I told her, "Shut up, bitch, I'm tryna creep"
I'm from the hood where we sendin' shots right down the street
I'm from the hood, we don't use cars, we use feet
Welcome to the streets where if niggas can't fight, they use heat
Wet a boy down, it's gon' be you and not we
Welcome to the streets, it can cost your life, it's not cheap
Told that bitch, "Give me fifty percent, I'll turn you up"
I was lookin' for a boss, baby, and there you was
Bae do whatever I say, that's my kind of love (go)
When I first met the bankroll, I said, "I'm in love" (go)
Go
Roll the gross up
I'ma lift my doors up
Go, go
It's a new opp pack every time we roll the gross up (go)
I'll pull up to the hood and have them lift my doors up (skrrt)
You can throw your f*ckin' salt, I'll still get bread like cold cuts
Catch your ass up at the Moncler, then we'll give you cold cuts
I'll pull up in the Maybach, make my bitch the chauffeur (skrrt)
Ah, bitch, it's ten years later, they still lovin' Sosa
Pussy, is you with the feds? F*ck you takin' notes for?
I forgot I'm the teacher, nigga, you should've said somethin'
You's a mother f*ckin' deer and foenem out here head huntin'
Nigga said he f*cked my bitch, I told his dumb ass, "Which one?"
Nigga played with the Wock' and now his dumb ass redrum
I'm so motherf*ckin' GOATed, I should have a TED Talk
Nigga pulled up to the TED Talk, we made him spin off
Nigga laughed, now he cryin', made him wipe his grin off
Nigga, it's hot as f*ck outside, you know I'll let my fan off
Pussy, and if you get skinned, dog, it knock you dread off
Baby, we be breaking laws, we never had an in-law
Nigga fronted me some crack, I used my legs and ran off
Fast as Usain Bolt how that nigga ran off
I got enough money to buy some shit to have a stand off (hell yeah)
I just made a million last week
Stone brought his merch on Chief
(Foenem Radio, home of the Glory Gang)
It's not a lease
On the rims, trick or treat
It's not a treat
Bitch, I'm tryna sleep
Bitch, I'm tryna sleep (Sos' Baby)
I ain't got cheese? I just made a million last week
Chief my lingo and now my Stone brought his merch on Chief
Leave out the dealer, paper in my hand, it's not a lease
Black and orange Forgiatos on the rims, trick or treat (skrrt-skrrt)
Say she wanna eat me, told that bitch, "My dick is not a treat" (no)
Bitch loud as truck, my dick said, "Shut up, bitch, I'm tryna sleep"
In the Hellcat, I told her, "Shut up, bitch, I'm tryna creep"
I'm from the hood where we sendin' shots right down the street
I'm from the hood, we don't use cars, we use feet
Welcome to the streets where if niggas can't fight, they use heat
Wet a boy down, it's gon' be you and not we
Welcome to the streets, it can cost your life, it's not cheap
Told that bitch, "Give me fifty percent, I'll turn you up"
I was lookin' for a boss, baby, and there you was
Bae do whatever I say, that's my kind of love (go)
When I first met the bankroll, I said, "I'm in love" (go)
Go
Roll the gross up
I'ma lift my doors up
Go, go
It's a new opp pack every time we roll the gross up (go)
I'll pull up to the hood and have them lift my doors up (skrrt)
You can throw your f*ckin' salt, I'll still get bread like cold cuts
Catch your ass up at the Moncler, then we'll give you cold cuts
I'll pull up in the Maybach, make my bitch the chauffeur (skrrt)
Ah, bitch, it's ten years later, they still lovin' Sosa
Pussy, is you with the feds? F*ck you takin' notes for?
I forgot I'm the teacher, nigga, you should've said somethin'
You's a mother f*ckin' deer and foenem out here head huntin'
Nigga said he f*cked my bitch, I told his dumb ass, "Which one?"
Nigga played with the Wock' and now his dumb ass redrum
I'm so motherf*ckin' GOATed, I should have a TED Talk
Nigga pulled up to the TED Talk, we made him spin off
Nigga laughed, now he cryin', made him wipe his grin off
Nigga, it's hot as f*ck outside, you know I'll let my fan off
Pussy, and if you get skinned, dog, it knock you dread off
Baby, we be breaking laws, we never had an in-law
Nigga fronted me some crack, I used my legs and ran off
Fast as Usain Bolt how that nigga ran off
I got enough money to buy some shit to have a stand off (hell yeah)
Writer: Keith Cozart
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Almighty So 2 is the fifth studio album by American rapper Chief Keef. It was released on May 10, 2024, through 43B. The album serves as a sequel to Chief Keef's 2013 mixtape Almighty So, as well as the follow up to both Keef's fourth studio album, 4NEM (2021), as well as DIRTY NACHOS (2024), his commercial mixtape in collaboration with Mike WiLL Made It.
The album features guest appearances from Ballout, G Herbo, Lil Gnar, Tierra Whack, Sexyy Red and Quavo. Production was handled primarily by Keef himself, with uncredited co-production from a variety of producers including DP Beats, Mike WiLL Made It, Shawn Ferrari and Johnny Juliano, among others.
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Chief KeefThe album features guest appearances from Ballout, G Herbo, Lil Gnar, Tierra Whack, Sexyy Red and Quavo. Production was handled primarily by Keef himself, with uncredited co-production from a variety of producers including DP Beats, Mike WiLL Made It, Shawn Ferrari and Johnny Juliano, among others.
Released: May 10th, 2024
Year: 2024