I got numb to the pain,
Ain't no more feeling left inside me
Seen a nigga get slain
The streets, they shiesty and they grimy
Better make sure you on point
'Cause if you ain't, you might get bodied
Yeah
I got a motherf*ckin' family to feed
Was a juvenile just like 400 Degreez
We was servin' and scammin', ain't got no degree
We ain't got no diplomas, but we got some P's
All that hatin' a sickness, that shit a disease
I'ma ride for the next and ain't talkin' 'bout Zs
She the perfect creation, I hit it and flee
I own cattle, so you know I ain't duckin' no beef
This heart in me ain't even real no more
Gotta get it and go
I'ma grab me a pole 'fore I walk out the door
I'ma up it and blow and turn him to a Ghost
I'ma up it and blow and smoke him like a Pope
I should live on a farm 'cause I feel like a G.O.A.T.
I should get the C8, you'd be stupid to race
Oh, he think that he hard? I must lack any taste
Secret Service, reservin' that federal hate
All the niggas who traded, they dead to me now
Told her, "Come here and please give some head to me now"
Gettin' rich from these boxes, I'm sendin' 'em out
I got shooters around, I be sendin' 'em out
If it's pussies around, I be fishin' 'em out
Sweats be killin' her, I'm really feelin' her, I'm really diggin' her
Chill out, lil' nigga, your pockets ain't big enough
Chill out, lil' nigga, you know you ain't rich as us
I just want loyalty, I just be needin' trust
I don't want nothin' else, I just wan' make her bust
Niggas be talkin' shit, then they go tell on us
I'm not a barber, but I'ma go line 'em up
We ain't got eczema, we never dryin' up
Hold him for ransom, we finna go tie him up
I'm not a lamp, but I'm finna go light 'em up
Yeah, yeah
Tried to give you my heart, but really you ain't even deserve it
Every time I'm on shrooms, I think 'bout knowledge and my purpose
Even though she got flaws, in my eyes, lil' shawty perfect, yeah
I tried to show you a better way, you just a featherweight
I gotta sit back and medicate
Hit him with bullets, I hope he got Medicaid
I been legit since a jit in the second grade
Lyrical, but I'm not talkin' 'bout Lemonade
I gotta traffic this work on the interstate
My girl is purdy and curvy and smart
Bruises on me from the jungle with scars
He tryna drive away-way with the car
Bet he won't make it far, we gon' make his shit stop
I love the way that she make that shit pop
And I'm lovin' the way that she make that shit drop
I made a hundred from Shiba, done made me a hundred from ADA
I know a hundred ways
Stick hit his ass and I bet he disintegrate
We finna pull up to seek and eliminate
Yeah, yeah
Tried to give you my heart, but really you ain't even deserve it
Every time I'm on shrooms, I think 'bout knowledge and my purpose
Even though she got flaws, in my eyes, lil' shawty perfect
Money Man - Blockchain Album Lyrics
Money Man - Blockchain Lyrics
Writer: Tysen Jay Boulding
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Petty Money
(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
(Rjayy, slam this nigga)
Made sure you was straight, but you ain't care, you was just gettin' over
That petty money don't even excite me, guess I'm gettin' older
I think I need to incubate right now, my heart keep gettin' colder
The more you buy, the cheaper this shit get, my prices gettin' lower
The more he talk, the more flaws I see inside his character
I'ma leave his mama with some tears when they bury him
All this water on me, I should live in an aquarium
My son doin' push-ups and he three, I'm just preparin' him
Gotta mask the hurt, I need the strongest weed to cover it up
Glad I know my worth, I need the biggest check to sign me up
This flavor might be gone tomorrow, so today, I'ma buy it up
I'ma roll an opp inside this paper and fire him up
It's crazy how a nigga think it's cool to cross his own partner
I done seen a nigga get in a shootout with his own father
I done seen a nigga put his hands on his own mama
We gon' slide broad day on niggas, we some real shottas
They gon' tell as soon as they hear shots, they some real coppers
We gon' bring that boom to they block and hop out with them choppers
I done took so many losses
I done seen too many niggas put in coffins
Got robbed when I was green, I took it like a man
You can't feed a nigga for too long 'cause he gon' bite your hand
Niggas come around for no reason, they ain't even addin' value
Sackin' up some Za' while lil' Cyrus watchin' Caillou
I was on the road, my girl was callin' like, "I miss you"
She told me, "Keep that Glock in case you run into some issues"
I really came from poverty, I made it out
They used to show me love, but they hate me now
How the f*ck that work? I guess niggas confused, huh?
They was only around for the money, I'm feelin' used now
Ain't no love in these streets, that shit is gone
Better keep that fire to protect yourself and home
Made sure you was straight, but you ain't care, you was just gettin' over
That petty money don't even excite me, guess I'm gettin' older
I think I need to incubate right now, my heart keep gettin' colder
The more you buy, the cheaper this shit get, my prices gettin' lower
The more he talk, the more flaws I see inside his character
I'ma leave his mama with some tears when they bury him
All this water on me, I should live in an aquarium
My son doin' push-ups and he three, I'm just preparin' him
(Rjayy, slam this nigga)
Made sure you was straight, but you ain't care, you was just gettin' over
That petty money don't even excite me, guess I'm gettin' older
I think I need to incubate right now, my heart keep gettin' colder
The more you buy, the cheaper this shit get, my prices gettin' lower
The more he talk, the more flaws I see inside his character
I'ma leave his mama with some tears when they bury him
All this water on me, I should live in an aquarium
My son doin' push-ups and he three, I'm just preparin' him
Gotta mask the hurt, I need the strongest weed to cover it up
Glad I know my worth, I need the biggest check to sign me up
This flavor might be gone tomorrow, so today, I'ma buy it up
I'ma roll an opp inside this paper and fire him up
It's crazy how a nigga think it's cool to cross his own partner
I done seen a nigga get in a shootout with his own father
I done seen a nigga put his hands on his own mama
We gon' slide broad day on niggas, we some real shottas
They gon' tell as soon as they hear shots, they some real coppers
We gon' bring that boom to they block and hop out with them choppers
I done took so many losses
I done seen too many niggas put in coffins
Got robbed when I was green, I took it like a man
You can't feed a nigga for too long 'cause he gon' bite your hand
Niggas come around for no reason, they ain't even addin' value
Sackin' up some Za' while lil' Cyrus watchin' Caillou
I was on the road, my girl was callin' like, "I miss you"
She told me, "Keep that Glock in case you run into some issues"
I really came from poverty, I made it out
They used to show me love, but they hate me now
How the f*ck that work? I guess niggas confused, huh?
They was only around for the money, I'm feelin' used now
Ain't no love in these streets, that shit is gone
Better keep that fire to protect yourself and home
Made sure you was straight, but you ain't care, you was just gettin' over
That petty money don't even excite me, guess I'm gettin' older
I think I need to incubate right now, my heart keep gettin' colder
The more you buy, the cheaper this shit get, my prices gettin' lower
The more he talk, the more flaws I see inside his character
I'ma leave his mama with some tears when they bury him
All this water on me, I should live in an aquarium
My son doin' push-ups and he three, I'm just preparin' him
Writer: Tysen Jay Boulding
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Trading Places
(Louey Beatz, ayy)
(AY, let's go)
First we was partners, then you traded, you a ho for that
Everybody know how I'm built, I would've gave you the shirt up off my back
Everybody know my heart, if I was low, I would've gave you my last
Tried to put you on some cash, but you was lazy and just sat on your ass
Thought you was my dog, but you had ran off with a couple bags
Thought you was my ace, but you was talkin' shit behind my back
Tried to show you love, but you was plottin' on me for some racks
Even lent you money, I should kill you 'cause you ain't pay me back
Can't be nice to niggas no more 'cause they might come take advantage
Feel like it ain't too many real niggas left on this whole planet
You should be ashamed if you a deadbeat
I make sure that my kids eat before me
Thought you was a real one, but I found out you a phony
It ain't no gettin' out the Circle, nigga, this shit is 4E
How the f*ck you showed more love to a random nigga than your own brother?
I can't pick up the phone for you no more, I changed my phone number
I wish it was different, but it ain't, that's just how life is
When you get money, you get hate, it come from your own peers
Crazy how they switch up one day and then they act weird
Crazy how they bitch up one day, you should have no fear
I'm in the stick shift today, I gotta switch gears
I had to stay down to get these millions, it took a lot of years
He wanna go against us, we get him outta here
When that pack touch down, we get 'em outta here, yeah
Let you get a feature, it wasn't enough, you still wanted more
I can't make a horse drink no water, nigga, get your own
If you Circle, then I love you deeply, you like blood to me
This shit right here way more than some rap, it's a family
First we was partners, then you traded, you a ho for that
Everybody know how I'm built, I would've gave you the shirt up off my back
Everybody know my heart, if I was low, I would've gave you my last
Tried to put you on some cash, but you was lazy and just sat on your ass
Thought you was my dog, but you had ran off with a couple bags
Thought you was my ace, but you was talkin' shit behind my back
Tried to show you love, but you was plottin' on me for some racks
Even lent you money, I should kill you 'cause you ain't pay me back
(AY, let's go)
First we was partners, then you traded, you a ho for that
Everybody know how I'm built, I would've gave you the shirt up off my back
Everybody know my heart, if I was low, I would've gave you my last
Tried to put you on some cash, but you was lazy and just sat on your ass
Thought you was my dog, but you had ran off with a couple bags
Thought you was my ace, but you was talkin' shit behind my back
Tried to show you love, but you was plottin' on me for some racks
Even lent you money, I should kill you 'cause you ain't pay me back
Can't be nice to niggas no more 'cause they might come take advantage
Feel like it ain't too many real niggas left on this whole planet
You should be ashamed if you a deadbeat
I make sure that my kids eat before me
Thought you was a real one, but I found out you a phony
It ain't no gettin' out the Circle, nigga, this shit is 4E
How the f*ck you showed more love to a random nigga than your own brother?
I can't pick up the phone for you no more, I changed my phone number
I wish it was different, but it ain't, that's just how life is
When you get money, you get hate, it come from your own peers
Crazy how they switch up one day and then they act weird
Crazy how they bitch up one day, you should have no fear
I'm in the stick shift today, I gotta switch gears
I had to stay down to get these millions, it took a lot of years
He wanna go against us, we get him outta here
When that pack touch down, we get 'em outta here, yeah
Let you get a feature, it wasn't enough, you still wanted more
I can't make a horse drink no water, nigga, get your own
If you Circle, then I love you deeply, you like blood to me
This shit right here way more than some rap, it's a family
First we was partners, then you traded, you a ho for that
Everybody know how I'm built, I would've gave you the shirt up off my back
Everybody know my heart, if I was low, I would've gave you my last
Tried to put you on some cash, but you was lazy and just sat on your ass
Thought you was my dog, but you had ran off with a couple bags
Thought you was my ace, but you was talkin' shit behind my back
Tried to show you love, but you was plottin' on me for some racks
Even lent you money, I should kill you 'cause you ain't pay me back
Writer: Tysen Jay Boulding
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Numerology
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherf*cker up)
It's hard to find loyalty these days, that shit rare
If I was down bad with nothin', would you be there?
Missed my daughter birthday for three years, wish I could be there
I done had my heart broke too many times, I need repair
I'm not doin' roots, but you know I'm rockin' Dsquared
I just want your love and dedication, is that too much?
I done been used so many times, I swear I'm feelin' used up
I done been hurt so many times, I swear I'm feelin' bruised up
I done lost my heart in these streets, it's ice cold
Had to shed some blood for this Rollie, a two-tone
Had to shed some blood for this Cuban and honeycomb
12 tryna harass a nigga, but really I'm just walkin' home
Yeah, I'm with the gang, but on some real shit, I can survive alone
Lil' chicks hit my DM tryna holla, had to hide my phone
So much shit I had to get off my chest, I had to drop a song
We got in a shootout, how the f*ck you ain't return fire?
Down in Jacksonville with twin FNs, I feel like Urban Meyer
This a crossbreed of the strongest strains, I need the highest buyer
You ain't send that show deposit yet, so why you make a flyer?
Got a partner, he just need accounts and he gon' send the wire
Got an Arab, he be bustin' checks, no ID is required
Come here, girl, I just want your everything
Just to free my dogs, I'd give up everything
We used to be friends, now it ain't the same
You turned your back on me for some change
I'm dosin' shrooms with the weed for the pain
If your brother knew what you did, he'd probably turn over in his grave
Yeah, I use my credit just to run my bag up to the sky
'Fore a nigga tell the truth, he'll probably go defend a lie
My girl mixed with seven different races and she from Dubai
Some of the shit I seen inside the streets will probably make you cry
Niggas tryna blindside you and take your life for no reason
Catch you on the highway and put a fifty in your Trackhawk
When my garage open, that's a McLaren I just backed out
You can learn from me, I got some stories from my trap house
Doin' numbers, I do numerology
I stand on what I said, I don't do apology
Knew I was gon' be somethin', that was my prophecy
Ain't picked up in a month, but she keep callin' me
It's hard to find loyalty these days, that shit rare
If I was down bad with nothin', would you be there?
Missed my daughter birthday for three years, wish I could be there
I done had my heart broke too many times, I need repair
I'm not doin' roots, but you know I'm rockin' Dsquared
I just want your love and dedication, is that too much?
I done been used so many times, I swear I'm feelin' used up
I done been hurt so many times, I swear I'm feelin' bruised up
I done lost my heart in these streets, it's ice cold
Had to shed some blood for this Rollie, a two-tone
Had to shed some blood for this Cuban and honeycomb
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
It's hard to find loyalty these days, that shit rare
If I was down bad with nothin', would you be there?
Missed my daughter birthday for three years, wish I could be there
I done had my heart broke too many times, I need repair
I'm not doin' roots, but you know I'm rockin' Dsquared
I just want your love and dedication, is that too much?
I done been used so many times, I swear I'm feelin' used up
I done been hurt so many times, I swear I'm feelin' bruised up
I done lost my heart in these streets, it's ice cold
Had to shed some blood for this Rollie, a two-tone
Had to shed some blood for this Cuban and honeycomb
12 tryna harass a nigga, but really I'm just walkin' home
Yeah, I'm with the gang, but on some real shit, I can survive alone
Lil' chicks hit my DM tryna holla, had to hide my phone
So much shit I had to get off my chest, I had to drop a song
We got in a shootout, how the f*ck you ain't return fire?
Down in Jacksonville with twin FNs, I feel like Urban Meyer
This a crossbreed of the strongest strains, I need the highest buyer
You ain't send that show deposit yet, so why you make a flyer?
Got a partner, he just need accounts and he gon' send the wire
Got an Arab, he be bustin' checks, no ID is required
Come here, girl, I just want your everything
Just to free my dogs, I'd give up everything
We used to be friends, now it ain't the same
You turned your back on me for some change
I'm dosin' shrooms with the weed for the pain
If your brother knew what you did, he'd probably turn over in his grave
Yeah, I use my credit just to run my bag up to the sky
'Fore a nigga tell the truth, he'll probably go defend a lie
My girl mixed with seven different races and she from Dubai
Some of the shit I seen inside the streets will probably make you cry
Niggas tryna blindside you and take your life for no reason
Catch you on the highway and put a fifty in your Trackhawk
When my garage open, that's a McLaren I just backed out
You can learn from me, I got some stories from my trap house
Doin' numbers, I do numerology
I stand on what I said, I don't do apology
Knew I was gon' be somethin', that was my prophecy
Ain't picked up in a month, but she keep callin' me
It's hard to find loyalty these days, that shit rare
If I was down bad with nothin', would you be there?
Missed my daughter birthday for three years, wish I could be there
I done had my heart broke too many times, I need repair
I'm not doin' roots, but you know I'm rockin' Dsquared
I just want your love and dedication, is that too much?
I done been used so many times, I swear I'm feelin' used up
I done been hurt so many times, I swear I'm feelin' bruised up
I done lost my heart in these streets, it's ice cold
Had to shed some blood for this Rollie, a two-tone
Had to shed some blood for this Cuban and honeycomb
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
Writer: Tysen Jay Boulding
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
LLC
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go, let's go, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
I'm a walkin' business nigga, I should be an LLC
I keep shooters who on point with me just like I'm CP3
I was up in Bushwick with that blicky like I'm 22gz
Trippin' off this Psilocybin sometimes it put my mind at ease
Pull up with that rifle like I'm Devin Booker, nothin' but net
Told lil' mama I ain't even tryna smash her, I want nothin' but neck
Told these folks that I ain't flyin' commercial, I do nothin' but jets
If any opps survive when we slide then he considered blessed
Feelin' like I'm Trae Young with this Glock because I score a lot
Feelin' like I'm Yoda with this wisdom 'cause I know a lot
Countin' up the extra in the trap I might go buy some stocks
This AR5.56'll blow through walls just like it's Juggernaut
Thinkin' 'bout my safety, so I bulletproof the SUV
The AP on my wrist inside the club shine like some LEDs
I know some niggas who learned how to shoot before they learned to read
All this money got me buyin' land, it got me signin' deeds
Juicin' for two weeks I need to cleanse, feel like my soul corrupted
All these players in this circle you gon' get your bitch abducted
Right now, yeah, I'm in this f*ckin 'Cat, you hear that motor purrin'
This week I'ma twist up Waffle Cone, you smell the exotic burnin'
My lady got a business now she earnin', she keep buyin' purses
We on shrooms this drug right here is natural, we not doin' Perky's
All I do is hit just like I'm Savage, we not doin' verbal
All my niggas loyalists no squares, we just do the circles
Put him on to crypto it was cheap but he ain't wanna listen
Put him on to money he was broke but he ain't wanna fix it
Put him on to fraud he was scary, he ain't wanna risk it
It's a competition where I'm from, who gone be the richest?
I'm a walkin' business nigga, I should be an LLC
I keep shooters who on point with me just like I'm CP3
I was up in Bushwick with that blicky like I'm 22gz
Trippin' off this Psilocybin sometimes it put my mind at ease
Pull up with that rifle like I'm Devin Booker, nothin' but net
Told lil' mama I ain't even tryna smash her, I want nothin' but neck
Told these folks that I ain't flyin' commercial, I do nothin' but jets
If any opps survive when we slide then he considered blessed
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go, let's go, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
I'm a walkin' business nigga, I should be an LLC
I keep shooters who on point with me just like I'm CP3
I was up in Bushwick with that blicky like I'm 22gz
Trippin' off this Psilocybin sometimes it put my mind at ease
Pull up with that rifle like I'm Devin Booker, nothin' but net
Told lil' mama I ain't even tryna smash her, I want nothin' but neck
Told these folks that I ain't flyin' commercial, I do nothin' but jets
If any opps survive when we slide then he considered blessed
Feelin' like I'm Trae Young with this Glock because I score a lot
Feelin' like I'm Yoda with this wisdom 'cause I know a lot
Countin' up the extra in the trap I might go buy some stocks
This AR5.56'll blow through walls just like it's Juggernaut
Thinkin' 'bout my safety, so I bulletproof the SUV
The AP on my wrist inside the club shine like some LEDs
I know some niggas who learned how to shoot before they learned to read
All this money got me buyin' land, it got me signin' deeds
Juicin' for two weeks I need to cleanse, feel like my soul corrupted
All these players in this circle you gon' get your bitch abducted
Right now, yeah, I'm in this f*ckin 'Cat, you hear that motor purrin'
This week I'ma twist up Waffle Cone, you smell the exotic burnin'
My lady got a business now she earnin', she keep buyin' purses
We on shrooms this drug right here is natural, we not doin' Perky's
All I do is hit just like I'm Savage, we not doin' verbal
All my niggas loyalists no squares, we just do the circles
Put him on to crypto it was cheap but he ain't wanna listen
Put him on to money he was broke but he ain't wanna fix it
Put him on to fraud he was scary, he ain't wanna risk it
It's a competition where I'm from, who gone be the richest?
I'm a walkin' business nigga, I should be an LLC
I keep shooters who on point with me just like I'm CP3
I was up in Bushwick with that blicky like I'm 22gz
Trippin' off this Psilocybin sometimes it put my mind at ease
Pull up with that rifle like I'm Devin Booker, nothin' but net
Told lil' mama I ain't even tryna smash her, I want nothin' but neck
Told these folks that I ain't flyin' commercial, I do nothin' but jets
If any opps survive when we slide then he considered blessed
Writer: John Carrington, Nils Noehden, Tysen Bolding
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Blockchain
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherf*cker up)
Bought a lil' Polkadot, bought a lil' VeChain
Bought a lil' SafeMoon, houses got safe room, party out in Cancún
F*ckin' with the Coinbase Pro, got Zcash
F*ckin' with the Robinhood out, got a free bag
And I'm on the blockchain, burnin' on blockchain
Damn, this shit some octane
Chillin' at the Hawks game, then I hit the trap spot
Just to get some bags off, 20K in a lil', damn near mad loss
Altcoins in the red, I'ma get 'em half off
My young nigga hit a lick, he sellin' P's half off
I'ma go to Mars on niggas, I'ma blast off
I'ma hit Fendi in the mall, I'ma cash out
Bad bitch walkin' 'round the crib with her ass out
Feds tryna plot on a nigga, but I'm too slick
Every time you see me on the 'Gram, I'm in a new 'fit
Rich God made a nigga shirt and it's slim fit
Bad lil' vibe in the room and she slim thick
She just wanna bend that ass over, she gon' take dick
New body Escalade, damn, this shit a spaceship
You ain't got at least 20K, don't say shit
Ridin' in the C8, damn, a nigga feel great
I be at the spot sellin' bags, I don't tailgate
I was on the yacht with Tony Hawk talkin' big cake
If you gettin' to the money, then I know you relate
Got a lot of strains, nigga, I just served three states
Almost got too faded burnin' on Cheesecake, let's go
She say she want a boss 'cause her boyfriend a cheapskate
Say she want a boss 'cause her boyfriend a real lame
Talkin' on IG Live, I be spittin' real game
Rose gold Audemars, rose and white Cuban chain
50K solitaire earring screwbacks
I can get a nigga life took for a few racks
This a new flavor of the month, this a new pack
Been spent that old dead money, these some new racks
Blueberry Melon in my paper got me relaxed
Smokers love a nigga, they be callin' me to come back
Fell off for a minute, but I had to make a comeback
All I see is hate, nigga, where the f*ckin' love at?
I ain't with the broke shit, baby, I'm a rich man
I ain't feel like slidin' so I might pay a hitman
Felt like Morray when I was broke, in the quicksand
If Quay ridin' with me with the chopper, call him stick man
I ain't with the small time shit, call me big man
He ain't never put no work in, he got soft hands
Pack just came and it's gone already, nigga
Gotta cash out, I ain't doin' no credit
Bought a lil' Polkadot, bought a lil' VeChain
Party out in Cancún, f*ckin' with the Coinbase
Burnin' on blockchain, damn, this shit some octane (octane)
Party out in Cancún, f*ckin' with the Coinbase
Bought a lil' Polkadot, bought a lil' VeChain
Bought a lil' SafeMoon, houses got safe room, party out in Cancún
F*ckin' with the Coinbase Pro, got Zcash
F*ckin' with the Robinhood out, got a free bag
And I'm on the blockchain, burnin' on blockchain
Damn, this shit some octane
Chillin' at the Hawks game, then I hit the trap spot
Just to get some bags off, 20K in a lil', damn near mad loss
Altcoins in the red, I'ma get 'em half off
My young nigga hit a lick, he sellin' P's half off
I'ma go to Mars on niggas, I'ma blast off
I'ma hit Fendi in the mall, I'ma cash out
Bad bitch walkin' 'round the crib with her ass out
Feds tryna plot on a nigga, but I'm too slick
Every time you see me on the 'Gram, I'm in a new 'fit
Rich God made a nigga shirt and it's slim fit
Bad lil' vibe in the room and she slim thick
She just wanna bend that ass over, she gon' take dick
New body Escalade, damn, this shit a spaceship
You ain't got at least 20K, don't say shit
Ridin' in the C8, damn, a nigga feel great
I be at the spot sellin' bags, I don't tailgate
I was on the yacht with Tony Hawk talkin' big cake
If you gettin' to the money, then I know you relate
Got a lot of strains, nigga, I just served three states
Almost got too faded burnin' on Cheesecake, let's go
She say she want a boss 'cause her boyfriend a cheapskate
Say she want a boss 'cause her boyfriend a real lame
Talkin' on IG Live, I be spittin' real game
Rose gold Audemars, rose and white Cuban chain
50K solitaire earring screwbacks
I can get a nigga life took for a few racks
This a new flavor of the month, this a new pack
Been spent that old dead money, these some new racks
Blueberry Melon in my paper got me relaxed
Smokers love a nigga, they be callin' me to come back
Fell off for a minute, but I had to make a comeback
All I see is hate, nigga, where the f*ckin' love at?
I ain't with the broke shit, baby, I'm a rich man
I ain't feel like slidin' so I might pay a hitman
Felt like Morray when I was broke, in the quicksand
If Quay ridin' with me with the chopper, call him stick man
I ain't with the small time shit, call me big man
He ain't never put no work in, he got soft hands
Pack just came and it's gone already, nigga
Gotta cash out, I ain't doin' no credit
Bought a lil' Polkadot, bought a lil' VeChain
Party out in Cancún, f*ckin' with the Coinbase
Burnin' on blockchain, damn, this shit some octane (octane)
Party out in Cancún, f*ckin' with the Coinbase
Writer: Tysen Jay Bolding
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
No Fema
She my fantasy
Swipin' just to feed my family
Every time I think 'bout Lil' Sosa, I get goosebumps
I ain't pour no lines in a minute, it's been a few months
All I got is hundreds in this bankroll, maybe a few ones
All I got is Za' inside this load, it weigh a few tons
All I twist is pressure in this paper, I need new lungs
I already blew that money from yesterday, I need some new funds
Had to throw that .35 away, I need a new gun
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She my fantasy
Swipin' just to feed my family
Nigga, no FEMA, but I need relief
Yeah, I got money on my mind, I keep on havin' dreams
Even though I'm evil, my girl good, she need some angel wings
They can't survive where I grew up, that shit is too extreme
They tried to get my dog to snitch, he'd rather kill his self
And I can't blame him at all because he stood for somethin'
These niggas just got they hand out beggin', they all good for nothin'
I'm thinkin' of a masterplan inside my garage, I'm watchin' Money Heist
Larry got snitched on by a lame, they gave him double life
Heard that nigga was sweet and don't know his strains, I charge a higher price
Shawty think shit was sweet, they backdoored him, he had to pay the price
Make the wrong move inside these streets, you might pay with your life
Every time I think 'bout Lil' Sosa, I get goosebumps
I ain't pour no lines in a minute, it's been a few months
All I got is hundreds in this bankroll, maybe a few ones
All I got is Za' inside this load, it weigh a few tons
All I twist is pressure in this paper, I need new lungs
I already blew that money from yesterday, I need some new funds
Had to throw that .35 away, I need a new gun
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She my fantasy
Swipin' just to feed my family
Nigga, no FEMA, but I need relief
Yeah, I got money on my mind, so I'm out tryna scheme (so I'm out tryna scheme)
All these hundreds, hard to stuff in my Amiris Jeans (stuff in my Amiris Jeans)
Fly lil' nigga, I flew to Paris just to go cop Céline (go cop Céline)
Fly lil' nigga, took off to the top and then I brought my team (then I brought my team)
I'm sendin' her in and out the bank, she helpin' me chase my dreams
I'm sendin' her in and out the bank, I got a bad bitch doin' fraud for me
Prices on your head, I know a nigga who come kill for me
Come drill for me, I'm havin' way more tools than a mechanic
Tryna take a nigga up and through to get him up off this planet
Every time I think 'bout I far came, I start to get chills
Every time I think 'bout whoop-di-whoop, murder is all I feel
Opps sayin' it's smoke, them niggas gon' have to get some new lungs
Now I gotta throw that fire away and buy some new guns
Every time I think 'bout Lil' Sosa, I get goosebumps
I ain't pour no lines in a minute, it's been a few months
All I got is hundreds in this bankroll, maybe a few ones
All I got is 'Za inside this load, it weigh a few tons
All I twist is pressure in this paper, I need new lungs
I already blew that money from yesterday, I need some new funds
Had to throw that 35 away, I need a new gun
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She my fantasy
Swipin' just to feed my family
Nigga, no FEMA, but I need relief
Swipin' just to feed my family
Every time I think 'bout Lil' Sosa, I get goosebumps
I ain't pour no lines in a minute, it's been a few months
All I got is hundreds in this bankroll, maybe a few ones
All I got is Za' inside this load, it weigh a few tons
All I twist is pressure in this paper, I need new lungs
I already blew that money from yesterday, I need some new funds
Had to throw that .35 away, I need a new gun
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She my fantasy
Swipin' just to feed my family
Nigga, no FEMA, but I need relief
Yeah, I got money on my mind, I keep on havin' dreams
Even though I'm evil, my girl good, she need some angel wings
They can't survive where I grew up, that shit is too extreme
They tried to get my dog to snitch, he'd rather kill his self
And I can't blame him at all because he stood for somethin'
These niggas just got they hand out beggin', they all good for nothin'
I'm thinkin' of a masterplan inside my garage, I'm watchin' Money Heist
Larry got snitched on by a lame, they gave him double life
Heard that nigga was sweet and don't know his strains, I charge a higher price
Shawty think shit was sweet, they backdoored him, he had to pay the price
Make the wrong move inside these streets, you might pay with your life
Every time I think 'bout Lil' Sosa, I get goosebumps
I ain't pour no lines in a minute, it's been a few months
All I got is hundreds in this bankroll, maybe a few ones
All I got is Za' inside this load, it weigh a few tons
All I twist is pressure in this paper, I need new lungs
I already blew that money from yesterday, I need some new funds
Had to throw that .35 away, I need a new gun
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She my fantasy
Swipin' just to feed my family
Nigga, no FEMA, but I need relief
Yeah, I got money on my mind, so I'm out tryna scheme (so I'm out tryna scheme)
All these hundreds, hard to stuff in my Amiris Jeans (stuff in my Amiris Jeans)
Fly lil' nigga, I flew to Paris just to go cop Céline (go cop Céline)
Fly lil' nigga, took off to the top and then I brought my team (then I brought my team)
I'm sendin' her in and out the bank, she helpin' me chase my dreams
I'm sendin' her in and out the bank, I got a bad bitch doin' fraud for me
Prices on your head, I know a nigga who come kill for me
Come drill for me, I'm havin' way more tools than a mechanic
Tryna take a nigga up and through to get him up off this planet
Every time I think 'bout I far came, I start to get chills
Every time I think 'bout whoop-di-whoop, murder is all I feel
Opps sayin' it's smoke, them niggas gon' have to get some new lungs
Now I gotta throw that fire away and buy some new guns
Every time I think 'bout Lil' Sosa, I get goosebumps
I ain't pour no lines in a minute, it's been a few months
All I got is hundreds in this bankroll, maybe a few ones
All I got is 'Za inside this load, it weigh a few tons
All I twist is pressure in this paper, I need new lungs
I already blew that money from yesterday, I need some new funds
Had to throw that 35 away, I need a new gun
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She my fantasy
Swipin' just to feed my family
Nigga, no FEMA, but I need relief
Writer: Tysen Jay Boulding, Pierre DeLince
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Tip Off
(Yung Lan on the track)
(Trauma Tone)
Countin' thirty watchin' ESPN, yeah, it's game time
Shot like Curry, I just hit two opps up with the same nine
The way that me and lil' bro drip on niggas, we like the Splash Brothers
Last week, we made half a mil' a piece, now we the cash brothers
Shiesty like the Joker, like I'm Jokić, got the glizzy hittin'
I call my Draco KD 'cause it really shoot a good percentage
Watch them words that's comin' out your mouth, we'll put you in the league
Just like Harden, with this Compact-5, I got a quick release
Certified shooter like I'm Luka, five-seven Ruger
Certified stones on my neck, they hurtin' niggas' pupils
Betted 50K on AD and the Lakers, made some paper
Every day I'm trainin', goin' hard, I'm tryna be the greatest
Kingin' shit, I'm feelin' like LeBron, they know I'm a don
Had to dump a hundred bags of Runtz and it ain't take me long
We gon' drop one-fifty on them guys, we got too many hoopers
Turn your neighborhood to Elm Street, hop out like Freddy Krueger
Four deep in this Tahoe, it ain't nothin' but swipers in this car
'Fore you jump up off that porch, make sure your aim is up to par
And these Cubans on me havin' water like a reservoir
I don't need no fuel inside this whip, this an electric car
Countin' thirty watchin' ESPN, yeah, it's game time
Shot like Curry, I just hit two opps up with the same nine
The way that me and lil' bro drip on niggas, we like the Splash Brothers
Last week, we made half a mil' a piece, now we the cash brothers
Shiesty like the Joker, like I'm Jokić, got the glizzy hittin'
I call my Draco KD 'cause it really shoot a good percentage
Watch them words that's comin' out your mouth, we'll put you in the league
Just like Harden, with this Compact-5, I got a quick release
(Trauma Tone)
Countin' thirty watchin' ESPN, yeah, it's game time
Shot like Curry, I just hit two opps up with the same nine
The way that me and lil' bro drip on niggas, we like the Splash Brothers
Last week, we made half a mil' a piece, now we the cash brothers
Shiesty like the Joker, like I'm Jokić, got the glizzy hittin'
I call my Draco KD 'cause it really shoot a good percentage
Watch them words that's comin' out your mouth, we'll put you in the league
Just like Harden, with this Compact-5, I got a quick release
Certified shooter like I'm Luka, five-seven Ruger
Certified stones on my neck, they hurtin' niggas' pupils
Betted 50K on AD and the Lakers, made some paper
Every day I'm trainin', goin' hard, I'm tryna be the greatest
Kingin' shit, I'm feelin' like LeBron, they know I'm a don
Had to dump a hundred bags of Runtz and it ain't take me long
We gon' drop one-fifty on them guys, we got too many hoopers
Turn your neighborhood to Elm Street, hop out like Freddy Krueger
Four deep in this Tahoe, it ain't nothin' but swipers in this car
'Fore you jump up off that porch, make sure your aim is up to par
And these Cubans on me havin' water like a reservoir
I don't need no fuel inside this whip, this an electric car
Countin' thirty watchin' ESPN, yeah, it's game time
Shot like Curry, I just hit two opps up with the same nine
The way that me and lil' bro drip on niggas, we like the Splash Brothers
Last week, we made half a mil' a piece, now we the cash brothers
Shiesty like the Joker, like I'm Jokić, got the glizzy hittin'
I call my Draco KD 'cause it really shoot a good percentage
Watch them words that's comin' out your mouth, we'll put you in the league
Just like Harden, with this Compact-5, I got a quick release
Writer: Curtis Brown, John Carrington Jr., Justin Bradbury, Milan Modi, Tysen Bolding
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Worthless
I want the money
I want the money, yeah
She say that the money really don't mean shit to her
She just want a nigga who gon' say some real shit to her
She done had rich niggas, she done had bitch niggas (yeah)
I done put niggas in a hearse, I'm a gravedigger
Call me Big Paulie, like the mob, I'm a made nigga
F*ck all of the Fendi and Dior, that shit worthless
She ain't really shallow, she ain't lookin' on the surface
I be in Hawaii on the board, I be surfin'
She just want knowledge, she don't really want a Birkin
I was down bad, had no food, stomach hurtin'
I was on the prowl, I was schemin', I was lurkin'
Let me put you on a lil' info right now
Go and get yourself a lil' crypto right now
Could've had a couple hundred thousand in your bank account
Could've had a couple foreign cars you was rentin' out
Could've had a couple lil' spots you was rentin' out
I just copped a fluffy Frenchie, that was for my main lady
Gotta get the watch bust down, I can't plain jane it
Gotta get some M's right now, I can't keep waitin'
Gotta keep it real with yourself, you can't keep fakin'
Game ain't free, you gotta pay, that's how you 'preciate it
Burnin' in a Rolls-Royce truck, this shit depreciatin'
Pull up to the club and you know I'm real inebriated
I done took this street shit nationwide, I done elevated
Had to take the stairs, they ain't let me take the elevator
I was dead poor, now a nigga gettin' hella paper
Had to take the stairs, they ain't let me take the elevator
I be at the crib tryna clear my mind meditatin'
She say that the money really don't mean shit to her
She just want a nigga who gon' say some real shit to her
She done had rich niggas, she done had bitch niggas
I done put niggas in a hearse, I'm a gravedigger
Call me Big Paulie, like the mob, I'm a made nigga
F*ck all of the Fendi and Dior, that shit worthless
She ain't really shallow, she ain't lookin' on the surface (run it)
I be in Hawaii on the board, I be surfin'
I'ma put you on a lil' street thing right now
Hangin' out your door just like a keychain right now
Nigga better pipe down, I can get you wiped down
You can't get my phone number, bitch, I ain't Mike Jones
She got a lil' booty with them jeans and them tights on (tights)
F*ck her with a bonnet on her head and a nightgown (night)
I been on that Money Man, all my niggas swipe now
She just went and got a BBL and she right now
Can I get some head? Just some head from you right now
Got two bad bitches layin' in the bed, f*ck me right now
I can't wait to kill the show, just so I can kill this ho
Hit her with the give-and-go, pass her to my lil' bro
I f*ck with her 'cause she do me better
(I f*ck with her 'cause she do me better)
And she see these diamonds, it make her wetter
She gon' try to treat you like a lame if you let her
I was splashin' on these hoes, I ain't know any better
Broke my heart to pieces, now I'm tryna hold it together
I ain't trust, I had to f*ck her with the pole on the dresser
She say that the money really don't mean shit to her
She just want a nigga who gon' say some real shit to her
She done had rich niggas, she done had bitch niggas
I done put niggas in a hearse, I'm a gravedigger
Call me Big Paulie, like the mob, I'm a made nigga
F*ck all of the Fendi and Dior, that shit worthless
She ain't really shallow, she ain't lookin' on the surface
I be in Hawaii on the board, I be surfin'
I want the money, yeah
She say that the money really don't mean shit to her
She just want a nigga who gon' say some real shit to her
She done had rich niggas, she done had bitch niggas (yeah)
I done put niggas in a hearse, I'm a gravedigger
Call me Big Paulie, like the mob, I'm a made nigga
F*ck all of the Fendi and Dior, that shit worthless
She ain't really shallow, she ain't lookin' on the surface
I be in Hawaii on the board, I be surfin'
She just want knowledge, she don't really want a Birkin
I was down bad, had no food, stomach hurtin'
I was on the prowl, I was schemin', I was lurkin'
Let me put you on a lil' info right now
Go and get yourself a lil' crypto right now
Could've had a couple hundred thousand in your bank account
Could've had a couple foreign cars you was rentin' out
Could've had a couple lil' spots you was rentin' out
I just copped a fluffy Frenchie, that was for my main lady
Gotta get the watch bust down, I can't plain jane it
Gotta get some M's right now, I can't keep waitin'
Gotta keep it real with yourself, you can't keep fakin'
Game ain't free, you gotta pay, that's how you 'preciate it
Burnin' in a Rolls-Royce truck, this shit depreciatin'
Pull up to the club and you know I'm real inebriated
I done took this street shit nationwide, I done elevated
Had to take the stairs, they ain't let me take the elevator
I was dead poor, now a nigga gettin' hella paper
Had to take the stairs, they ain't let me take the elevator
I be at the crib tryna clear my mind meditatin'
She say that the money really don't mean shit to her
She just want a nigga who gon' say some real shit to her
She done had rich niggas, she done had bitch niggas
I done put niggas in a hearse, I'm a gravedigger
Call me Big Paulie, like the mob, I'm a made nigga
F*ck all of the Fendi and Dior, that shit worthless
She ain't really shallow, she ain't lookin' on the surface (run it)
I be in Hawaii on the board, I be surfin'
I'ma put you on a lil' street thing right now
Hangin' out your door just like a keychain right now
Nigga better pipe down, I can get you wiped down
You can't get my phone number, bitch, I ain't Mike Jones
She got a lil' booty with them jeans and them tights on (tights)
F*ck her with a bonnet on her head and a nightgown (night)
I been on that Money Man, all my niggas swipe now
She just went and got a BBL and she right now
Can I get some head? Just some head from you right now
Got two bad bitches layin' in the bed, f*ck me right now
I can't wait to kill the show, just so I can kill this ho
Hit her with the give-and-go, pass her to my lil' bro
I f*ck with her 'cause she do me better
(I f*ck with her 'cause she do me better)
And she see these diamonds, it make her wetter
She gon' try to treat you like a lame if you let her
I was splashin' on these hoes, I ain't know any better
Broke my heart to pieces, now I'm tryna hold it together
I ain't trust, I had to f*ck her with the pole on the dresser
She say that the money really don't mean shit to her
She just want a nigga who gon' say some real shit to her
She done had rich niggas, she done had bitch niggas
I done put niggas in a hearse, I'm a gravedigger
Call me Big Paulie, like the mob, I'm a made nigga
F*ck all of the Fendi and Dior, that shit worthless
She ain't really shallow, she ain't lookin' on the surface
I be in Hawaii on the board, I be surfin'
Writer: Tysen Jay Boulding, Jeremy Biddle
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Lil Feature
(Is that daSDa?)
(C-C-Cormill)
Yeah
Big ass baguettes on my neck
Run up that sack, then go purchase a jet
When I hit from the back, got my hand on her neck
I'ma crack for the gang, I put that on the set, yeah
Shout out to MGM, no, I won't let you
Take shit from me, so I'm keepin' that metal
She down for me, so I'm treatin' her special
I bossed her up, now she livin' way better
Burnin' on vegan weed, sippin' on juice with agave and nectar
Havin' these whips, I'm a foreign collector
She say she diggin' my beard and my freckles
I gotta get me some M's, I can't settle
I get right up, go to work, ain't no breakfast
I shoot him right in the chest, now he breathless
I want that motherf*ckin' cake in excess, yeah
She my lil' queenie, she stiff, she a meanie
But she really freaky, I lowered my beanie
I'm learnin', I'm readin', got soldiers, I feed 'em
We don't get defeated, we swipin' some pieces
We purchasin' pieces
My team ain't for cap, so I put on my P's
And my plastic was Mastercard, now it's a Visa
I told her go walk on a plane with the reefer
My love for lil' shawty get deeper and deeper
He pay me crypto to do a lil' feature
Spit so much game, niggas think I'm a teacher
When I'm on shrooms, I might walk on the water like Jesus, yeah
She wanna be in my presence, she wanna come soak up the game I'm exudin'
We warriors, hang out the window with sticks when we shootin'
My car is a foreign, the inside polluted with smoke from the Za' I'm inducin'
The hybrid is quality, I get the best of the best to produce it
The head game is quality, she give me face while I'm cruisin' and movin'
I'm tryna get better and better, so every day I am improvin'
Too much stress on my mind, I'ma fire up this paper and reduce it (yeah)
I love the way that you killin' these hoes with your walk and your talk
Bitch, I'm a whale, I'm too big for a shark
My jewelry hittin', it shine in the dark
I got too many strains just to choose one
You can't get in the gang, you won't shoot nothin'
I done f*cked her all night, she was too fun
I got stamina, I do ten-mile runs
I might f*ck around and cop a duplex
I paid 2K to get in this Dior vest
If my chick got a zoner, we bustin' checks
She got profiles and I swear her shit the best
Made it rain in VLIVE and we left a mess
Talkin' to the plug, tryna see how low he get
I'm a motherf*ckin' boss, you don't know that yet
I'ma walk in the mall, I'ma blow a check
I'ma pull out the fire, I'ma blow the TEC
He pay me crypto to do a lil' feature
Spit so much game, niggas think I'm a teacher
When I'm on shrooms, I might walk on the water like Jesus, yeah
She wanna be in my presence, she wanna come soak up the game I'm exudin'
We warriors, hang out the window with sticks when we shootin'
My car is a foreign, the inside polluted with smoke from the Za' I'm inducin'
The hybrid is quality, I get the best of the best to produce it
The head game is quality, she give me face while I'm cruisin' and movin'
I'm tryna get better and better, so every day I am improvin'
Too much stress on my mind, I'ma fire up this paper and reduce it (yeah)
(C-C-Cormill)
Yeah
Big ass baguettes on my neck
Run up that sack, then go purchase a jet
When I hit from the back, got my hand on her neck
I'ma crack for the gang, I put that on the set, yeah
Shout out to MGM, no, I won't let you
Take shit from me, so I'm keepin' that metal
She down for me, so I'm treatin' her special
I bossed her up, now she livin' way better
Burnin' on vegan weed, sippin' on juice with agave and nectar
Havin' these whips, I'm a foreign collector
She say she diggin' my beard and my freckles
I gotta get me some M's, I can't settle
I get right up, go to work, ain't no breakfast
I shoot him right in the chest, now he breathless
I want that motherf*ckin' cake in excess, yeah
She my lil' queenie, she stiff, she a meanie
But she really freaky, I lowered my beanie
I'm learnin', I'm readin', got soldiers, I feed 'em
We don't get defeated, we swipin' some pieces
We purchasin' pieces
My team ain't for cap, so I put on my P's
And my plastic was Mastercard, now it's a Visa
I told her go walk on a plane with the reefer
My love for lil' shawty get deeper and deeper
He pay me crypto to do a lil' feature
Spit so much game, niggas think I'm a teacher
When I'm on shrooms, I might walk on the water like Jesus, yeah
She wanna be in my presence, she wanna come soak up the game I'm exudin'
We warriors, hang out the window with sticks when we shootin'
My car is a foreign, the inside polluted with smoke from the Za' I'm inducin'
The hybrid is quality, I get the best of the best to produce it
The head game is quality, she give me face while I'm cruisin' and movin'
I'm tryna get better and better, so every day I am improvin'
Too much stress on my mind, I'ma fire up this paper and reduce it (yeah)
I love the way that you killin' these hoes with your walk and your talk
Bitch, I'm a whale, I'm too big for a shark
My jewelry hittin', it shine in the dark
I got too many strains just to choose one
You can't get in the gang, you won't shoot nothin'
I done f*cked her all night, she was too fun
I got stamina, I do ten-mile runs
I might f*ck around and cop a duplex
I paid 2K to get in this Dior vest
If my chick got a zoner, we bustin' checks
She got profiles and I swear her shit the best
Made it rain in VLIVE and we left a mess
Talkin' to the plug, tryna see how low he get
I'm a motherf*ckin' boss, you don't know that yet
I'ma walk in the mall, I'ma blow a check
I'ma pull out the fire, I'ma blow the TEC
He pay me crypto to do a lil' feature
Spit so much game, niggas think I'm a teacher
When I'm on shrooms, I might walk on the water like Jesus, yeah
She wanna be in my presence, she wanna come soak up the game I'm exudin'
We warriors, hang out the window with sticks when we shootin'
My car is a foreign, the inside polluted with smoke from the Za' I'm inducin'
The hybrid is quality, I get the best of the best to produce it
The head game is quality, she give me face while I'm cruisin' and movin'
I'm tryna get better and better, so every day I am improvin'
Too much stress on my mind, I'ma fire up this paper and reduce it (yeah)
Writer: Tysen Jay Boulding
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Water
They try they best to hold a nigga down
Lil' mama loyal, she gon' hold me down
I'm in the trap, done sold a couple pounds
I got that stick, it hold a hundred rounds
Bitch, I'm a plug, I can serve the town
I got that water on me, I can drown
Sniff out a pussy nigga like a hound
Only the gang, you niggas ain't allowed
Hop out the truck, yeah, she wanna f*ck, yeah
I'm in her guts, yeah
I want that money, f*ck all these sluts, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got that water, water on me, Fiji
She got that water, water, Aquafina
My bitch gon' stab a nigga like she Xena
I got a cougar bitch who look like Trina
F*cked up the Louis shirt, it's in the cleaners
I got a quarter suckin' up my semen
Got an appointment with her this evening
I'm on the chat with TJ and Demon
Soakin' up knowledge, so a nigga readin'
I'm in a Urus, so a nigga speedin'
I spread the wealth, everybody eatin'
I made a hundred K last weekend
I'm up at Nieman's splurgin' with a thick vibe
Nigga tried to rob and got denied
Sellin' Za' on the Eastside
Nigga ain't shoppin', he get the peace sign
I get two hundred just to FaceTime
Every minute count, I don't waste time
All my young niggas throwin' gang signs
My bitch hair long, she got hangtime
They probably prayin' a boss nigga fail
That nigga green, he never seen a scale
That nigga pussy, he gon' tuck his tail
That nigga pussy, probably scared of jail
I'm with some rich niggas they eatin' quail
You know I'm PB, I'm eatin' kale
Hopped in the Bentley just to make a sale
He paid me extra 'cause he liked the smell
They try they best to hold a nigga down
Lil' mama loyal, she gon' hold me down
I'm in the trap, done sold a couple pounds
I got that stick, it hold a hundred rounds
Bitch, I'm a plug, I can serve the town
I got that water on me, I can drown
Sniff out a pussy nigga like a hound
Only the gang, you niggas ain't allowed
Hop out the truck, yeah, she wanna f*ck, yeah
I'm in her guts, yeah
I want that money, f*ck all these sluts, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got that water, water on me, Fiji
She got that water, water, Aquafina
My bitch gon' stab a nigga like she Xena
I got a cougar bitch who look like Trina
I got that water, water on me, Fiji
She got that water, water, Aquafina
My bitch gon' stab a nigga like she Xena
I got a cougar bitch who look like Trina
Lil' mama loyal, she gon' hold me down
I'm in the trap, done sold a couple pounds
I got that stick, it hold a hundred rounds
Bitch, I'm a plug, I can serve the town
I got that water on me, I can drown
Sniff out a pussy nigga like a hound
Only the gang, you niggas ain't allowed
Hop out the truck, yeah, she wanna f*ck, yeah
I'm in her guts, yeah
I want that money, f*ck all these sluts, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got that water, water on me, Fiji
She got that water, water, Aquafina
My bitch gon' stab a nigga like she Xena
I got a cougar bitch who look like Trina
F*cked up the Louis shirt, it's in the cleaners
I got a quarter suckin' up my semen
Got an appointment with her this evening
I'm on the chat with TJ and Demon
Soakin' up knowledge, so a nigga readin'
I'm in a Urus, so a nigga speedin'
I spread the wealth, everybody eatin'
I made a hundred K last weekend
I'm up at Nieman's splurgin' with a thick vibe
Nigga tried to rob and got denied
Sellin' Za' on the Eastside
Nigga ain't shoppin', he get the peace sign
I get two hundred just to FaceTime
Every minute count, I don't waste time
All my young niggas throwin' gang signs
My bitch hair long, she got hangtime
They probably prayin' a boss nigga fail
That nigga green, he never seen a scale
That nigga pussy, he gon' tuck his tail
That nigga pussy, probably scared of jail
I'm with some rich niggas they eatin' quail
You know I'm PB, I'm eatin' kale
Hopped in the Bentley just to make a sale
He paid me extra 'cause he liked the smell
They try they best to hold a nigga down
Lil' mama loyal, she gon' hold me down
I'm in the trap, done sold a couple pounds
I got that stick, it hold a hundred rounds
Bitch, I'm a plug, I can serve the town
I got that water on me, I can drown
Sniff out a pussy nigga like a hound
Only the gang, you niggas ain't allowed
Hop out the truck, yeah, she wanna f*ck, yeah
I'm in her guts, yeah
I want that money, f*ck all these sluts, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got that water, water on me, Fiji
She got that water, water, Aquafina
My bitch gon' stab a nigga like she Xena
I got a cougar bitch who look like Trina
I got that water, water on me, Fiji
She got that water, water, Aquafina
My bitch gon' stab a nigga like she Xena
I got a cougar bitch who look like Trina
Writer: Tysen Jay Bolding
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Elusive
I got my main lady rockin' Hermès
She'll hold it down if I go to the feds
I put these racks from the trap on your head
In less than twenty-four hours, he dead
I turned my niggas to bosses, they up now
When we let the stick hit, better duck down
Ain't no talk when we shootin', it's up now
Ain't no changin' the price, I can't come down
My vibe is expanded, my music organic
I'm not from this planet, my shooters satanic
My countertops granite, she ain't got no panties
I make these hoes panic, I swipe like a bandit
My whip is elusive, I know the trap fluent
I put a lil' chick on the plane and she flew it
We all on the same page, you know we congruent
I run from the cops, boy, you know I'm elusive
The Circle and money, to me, that's important
My car is imported, my wrist got imported
She try to come join me
I keep that shit different, I'm never conformin'
I keep that shit Louis, you know what I'm sportin'
I keep that shit MJ, we f*cked in some Jordans
We ridin' 'round the city in back-to-back Porsches
It's me and three ladies, we havin' an orgy
F*ck it, I think I'ma swipe 'til I'm forty
I walked into VLIVE and Magic, it's stormin'
I bought all this ice so you cannot ignore me
I bought a McLaren and sat it on Forgis
I want the juices and berry, no Gordy
I don't need no engineer to record me
Purchased a G Wagen, that's for my shorty
Rappers ain't safe, so my mama ain't worried
I told my mama I'd kill if I gotta
I promise you that you ain't takin' nada
My girl on the bed drinkin' piña colada
My car is a 'Vette, but I had an Impala, I count up the dollars
I told her don't spit it out, you better swallow
I love when I hit from the back and she holler
I need me a launching pad 'cause I got choppers
I'm havin' that bread, I be havin' that guala
I got my main lady rockin' Hermès
She'll hold it down if I go to the feds
I put these racks from the trap on your head
In less than twenty-four hours, he dead
I turned my niggas to bosses, they up now
When we let the stick hit, better duck down
Ain't no talk when we shootin', it's up now
Ain't no changin' the price, I can't come down
My vibe is expanded, my music organic
I'm not from this planet, my shooters satanic
My countertops granite, she ain't got no panties
I make these hoes panic, I swipe like a bandit
My whip is elusive, I know the trap fluent
I put a lil' chick on the plane and she flew it
We all on the same page, you know we congruent
I run from the cops, boy, you know I'm elusive
Ain't chasin' these women, I'm hurtin' they feelings
I'm makin' a killing, I'm tryna get millions
I'm juicin', I'm cleansin', they hatin', I sense it
You name it, I did it, they copy, they mimic
These streets can get wicked, I'm countin' my riches
I'm gettin' this money, I'm turnin' down bitches
I had to wise up, had to cut off some niggas
I keep buyin' pistols, I keep buyin' Louis
I keep buyin' houses, I keep buyin' jewelry
My bully a merle but my Frenchie a fluffy
I'm probably gon' make me a quarter from puppies
We fill up a trailer and keep that shit truckin'
We shoot that shit first, so it's no need for duckin'
She just a thottie, ain't no need to cuff her
My apartment a jungle, my reefer is musty
My girl is a queen, you gon' die if you touch her
We apes in the jungle, we ready to rumble
We hang with the lions and bears and the gators
We trap in Dekalb, got a house in Decatur
We count up the paper, that Za' is my fragrance
I'm gainin' this wisdom, I'm havin' some vision
My partners in prison, I pray that I see 'em
I got the blueprint, you know I be teachin'
He plannin' on robbin' us, we leave him leakin'
I got my main lady rockin' Hermès
She'll hold it down if I go to the feds
I put these racks from the trap on your head
In less than twenty-four hours, he dead
I turned my niggas to bosses, they up now
When we let the stick hit, better duck down
Ain't no talk when we shootin', it's up now
Ain't no changin' the price, I can't come down
My vibe is expanded, my music organic
I'm not from this planet, my shooters satanic
My countertops granite, she ain't got no panties
I make these hoes panic, I swipe like a bandit
My whip is elusive, I know the trap fluent
I put a lil' chick on the plane and she flew it
We all on the same page, you know we congruent
I run from the cops, boy, you know I'm elusive
She'll hold it down if I go to the feds
I put these racks from the trap on your head
In less than twenty-four hours, he dead
I turned my niggas to bosses, they up now
When we let the stick hit, better duck down
Ain't no talk when we shootin', it's up now
Ain't no changin' the price, I can't come down
My vibe is expanded, my music organic
I'm not from this planet, my shooters satanic
My countertops granite, she ain't got no panties
I make these hoes panic, I swipe like a bandit
My whip is elusive, I know the trap fluent
I put a lil' chick on the plane and she flew it
We all on the same page, you know we congruent
I run from the cops, boy, you know I'm elusive
The Circle and money, to me, that's important
My car is imported, my wrist got imported
She try to come join me
I keep that shit different, I'm never conformin'
I keep that shit Louis, you know what I'm sportin'
I keep that shit MJ, we f*cked in some Jordans
We ridin' 'round the city in back-to-back Porsches
It's me and three ladies, we havin' an orgy
F*ck it, I think I'ma swipe 'til I'm forty
I walked into VLIVE and Magic, it's stormin'
I bought all this ice so you cannot ignore me
I bought a McLaren and sat it on Forgis
I want the juices and berry, no Gordy
I don't need no engineer to record me
Purchased a G Wagen, that's for my shorty
Rappers ain't safe, so my mama ain't worried
I told my mama I'd kill if I gotta
I promise you that you ain't takin' nada
My girl on the bed drinkin' piña colada
My car is a 'Vette, but I had an Impala, I count up the dollars
I told her don't spit it out, you better swallow
I love when I hit from the back and she holler
I need me a launching pad 'cause I got choppers
I'm havin' that bread, I be havin' that guala
I got my main lady rockin' Hermès
She'll hold it down if I go to the feds
I put these racks from the trap on your head
In less than twenty-four hours, he dead
I turned my niggas to bosses, they up now
When we let the stick hit, better duck down
Ain't no talk when we shootin', it's up now
Ain't no changin' the price, I can't come down
My vibe is expanded, my music organic
I'm not from this planet, my shooters satanic
My countertops granite, she ain't got no panties
I make these hoes panic, I swipe like a bandit
My whip is elusive, I know the trap fluent
I put a lil' chick on the plane and she flew it
We all on the same page, you know we congruent
I run from the cops, boy, you know I'm elusive
Ain't chasin' these women, I'm hurtin' they feelings
I'm makin' a killing, I'm tryna get millions
I'm juicin', I'm cleansin', they hatin', I sense it
You name it, I did it, they copy, they mimic
These streets can get wicked, I'm countin' my riches
I'm gettin' this money, I'm turnin' down bitches
I had to wise up, had to cut off some niggas
I keep buyin' pistols, I keep buyin' Louis
I keep buyin' houses, I keep buyin' jewelry
My bully a merle but my Frenchie a fluffy
I'm probably gon' make me a quarter from puppies
We fill up a trailer and keep that shit truckin'
We shoot that shit first, so it's no need for duckin'
She just a thottie, ain't no need to cuff her
My apartment a jungle, my reefer is musty
My girl is a queen, you gon' die if you touch her
We apes in the jungle, we ready to rumble
We hang with the lions and bears and the gators
We trap in Dekalb, got a house in Decatur
We count up the paper, that Za' is my fragrance
I'm gainin' this wisdom, I'm havin' some vision
My partners in prison, I pray that I see 'em
I got the blueprint, you know I be teachin'
He plannin' on robbin' us, we leave him leakin'
I got my main lady rockin' Hermès
She'll hold it down if I go to the feds
I put these racks from the trap on your head
In less than twenty-four hours, he dead
I turned my niggas to bosses, they up now
When we let the stick hit, better duck down
Ain't no talk when we shootin', it's up now
Ain't no changin' the price, I can't come down
My vibe is expanded, my music organic
I'm not from this planet, my shooters satanic
My countertops granite, she ain't got no panties
I make these hoes panic, I swipe like a bandit
My whip is elusive, I know the trap fluent
I put a lil' chick on the plane and she flew it
We all on the same page, you know we congruent
I run from the cops, boy, you know I'm elusive
Writer: Tysen Jay Bolding
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Transform
(Trauma Tone)
I got pink money, I got blue money
I got new fifties, I got old hundreds
Up in Saks Fifth, bought Balenci' Runners
Rent a house to scam somewhere by Tucker
Call me UberEats 'cause we steady grumblin'
Lamborghini Urus, hear the motor hummin'
Blind side, a nigga never seen it comin'
I'ma stand tall, you never seen me runnin'
This a pound house, we don't do a zip
I'ma eat a shroom, I'ma take a trip
Pop it in the mag, I'ma let it rip
Ain't no mercy for 'em, I'ma transform
I'm in rare form
I be fly as hell, now I'm airborne
Australian vibe with me, she from Melbourne
Told my dog, "If you don't kill an opp, then I'ma kill you"
If we don't think the same, then I don't feel you
Told my girl, "Come here, I wanna feel you"
Don't get a fake ass, I want the real you
Love the way you look from the rear view
The stick got a scope, that's a clear view
Sick of bein' broke, I'm tryna heal you
Got this sniper rifle and I'm in a foreign, had to flip the title
Yeah, I filled the mile, it got me revital'
I just left lil' mama, now she suicidal
I don't owe 'em nothin', niggas too entitled
Got a quarter with me tryna show her privates
On an airplane and the charter private
I ain't never tellin', I'ma keep it silent
I ain't never tellin', I'ma keep it quiet
She gon' drink my fluid like a liquid diet
What's the location? We was at the Hyatt
Call me Bigfoot, I'm a big stepper like Sasquatch
Spent an eighty-ball on a new watch
Spent a one-fifty on a new drop
Got 'em goin' crazy when the album drop
Spent twelve hundred on her crop-top
She was thankful for it, she was appreciative
Niggas feelin' hurt, they too sensitive
Yeah, on a whole 'nother wave with this shit
Broke nigga, get away with this shit
You gon' end up in the grave with this shit
Told a nigga don't play with this shit
Long nights and long days for this shit
Stayed down, I done prayed for this shit
Hardbody, I was made for this shit
Big stepper like I'm Chewbacca
In a Redeye, got two choppers
I'ma hit 'em up, I'ma 2Pac 'em
Fly, tall nigga, call me Big Poppa
I'm a big target, got a good lawyer
I'ma hit the bitch in some red bottoms
Yeah, late night, I be head-huntin'
I be red rummin', I be rack racin'
I got pink money, I got blue money
I got new fifties, I got old hundreds
Up in Saks Fifth, bought Balenci' Runners
Rent a house to scam somewhere by Tucker
Call me UberEats 'cause we steady grumblin'
Lamborghini Urus, hear the motor hummin'
Blind side, a nigga never seen it comin'
I'ma stand tall, you never seen me runnin'
This a pound house, we don't do a zip
I'ma eat a shroom, I'ma take a trip
Pop it in the mag, I'ma let it rip
Ain't no mercy for 'em, I'ma transform
I'm in rare form
I be fly as hell, now I'm airborne
Australian vibe with me, she from Melbourne
Told my dog, "If you don't kill an opp, then I'ma kill you"
If we don't think the same, then I don't feel you
Told my girl, "Come here, I wanna feel you"
Don't get a fake ass, I want the real you
Love the way you look from the rear view
The stick got a scope, that's a clear view
Sick of bein' broke, I'm tryna heal you
Got this sniper rifle and I'm in a foreign, had to flip the title
Yeah, I filled the mile, it got me revital'
I got pink money, I got blue money
I got new fifties, I got old hundreds
Up in Saks Fifth, bought Balenci' Runners
Rent a house to scam somewhere by Tucker
Call me UberEats 'cause we steady grumblin'
Lamborghini Urus, hear the motor hummin'
Blind side, a nigga never seen it comin'
I'ma stand tall, you never seen me runnin'
This a pound house, we don't do a zip
I'ma eat a shroom, I'ma take a trip
Pop it in the mag, I'ma let it rip
Ain't no mercy for 'em, I'ma transform
I'm in rare form
I be fly as hell, now I'm airborne
Australian vibe with me, she from Melbourne
Told my dog, "If you don't kill an opp, then I'ma kill you"
If we don't think the same, then I don't feel you
Told my girl, "Come here, I wanna feel you"
Don't get a fake ass, I want the real you
Love the way you look from the rear view
The stick got a scope, that's a clear view
Sick of bein' broke, I'm tryna heal you
Got this sniper rifle and I'm in a foreign, had to flip the title
Yeah, I filled the mile, it got me revital'
I just left lil' mama, now she suicidal
I don't owe 'em nothin', niggas too entitled
Got a quarter with me tryna show her privates
On an airplane and the charter private
I ain't never tellin', I'ma keep it silent
I ain't never tellin', I'ma keep it quiet
She gon' drink my fluid like a liquid diet
What's the location? We was at the Hyatt
Call me Bigfoot, I'm a big stepper like Sasquatch
Spent an eighty-ball on a new watch
Spent a one-fifty on a new drop
Got 'em goin' crazy when the album drop
Spent twelve hundred on her crop-top
She was thankful for it, she was appreciative
Niggas feelin' hurt, they too sensitive
Yeah, on a whole 'nother wave with this shit
Broke nigga, get away with this shit
You gon' end up in the grave with this shit
Told a nigga don't play with this shit
Long nights and long days for this shit
Stayed down, I done prayed for this shit
Hardbody, I was made for this shit
Big stepper like I'm Chewbacca
In a Redeye, got two choppers
I'ma hit 'em up, I'ma 2Pac 'em
Fly, tall nigga, call me Big Poppa
I'm a big target, got a good lawyer
I'ma hit the bitch in some red bottoms
Yeah, late night, I be head-huntin'
I be red rummin', I be rack racin'
I got pink money, I got blue money
I got new fifties, I got old hundreds
Up in Saks Fifth, bought Balenci' Runners
Rent a house to scam somewhere by Tucker
Call me UberEats 'cause we steady grumblin'
Lamborghini Urus, hear the motor hummin'
Blind side, a nigga never seen it comin'
I'ma stand tall, you never seen me runnin'
This a pound house, we don't do a zip
I'ma eat a shroom, I'ma take a trip
Pop it in the mag, I'ma let it rip
Ain't no mercy for 'em, I'ma transform
I'm in rare form
I be fly as hell, now I'm airborne
Australian vibe with me, she from Melbourne
Told my dog, "If you don't kill an opp, then I'ma kill you"
If we don't think the same, then I don't feel you
Told my girl, "Come here, I wanna feel you"
Don't get a fake ass, I want the real you
Love the way you look from the rear view
The stick got a scope, that's a clear view
Sick of bein' broke, I'm tryna heal you
Got this sniper rifle and I'm in a foreign, had to flip the title
Yeah, I filled the mile, it got me revital'
Writer: Tysen Jay Bolding
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC