Exclamation mark, exclamation mark, exclamation mark, exclamation mark, exclamation mark
Damn, that shit hurt, bae
That shit hurt in the worst way
Why'd we fight in the first place?
Always mad on a Monday
Mind on a runway
I see you wanna run 'way
Sometimes I wanna run away, yeah
I can't keep focusing on anybody
I have to focus on myself
I can't keep focusing on anybody
In order to get closer to myself
Hurt, hurt, ayy
In order to get closer to myself
Hurt, hurt, ayy
In order to get closer to myself
Damn, that shit hurt, bae
Damn, that shit hurt, bae
That shit hurt in the worst ways
Why'd we fight in the first place?
Man, that shit hurt, bae
Always mad on a Monday
And my mind on a runway
Sometimes I wanna run away
I can't keep focusing on anybody
I have to focus on myself
I can't keep focusing on anybody
In order to get closer to myself
Hurt, hurt, ayy
In order to get closer to myself
Hurt, hurt, ayy
In order to get closer to myself
Trippie Redd - ! Exclamation Mark Album Lyrics
Trippie Redd - ! Exclamation Mark Lyrics
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Snake Skin
Aye
Bitch so bad with the snakeskin, aye
Foreign do the dash, you know I'm racin'
All my racks the f*ckin' same, yeah they adjacent, huh
All them motherf*ckers is blue faces
Made a lot of f*ckin' millions off the pavement
And it took a lot of patience and waitin', anxious
Aye, foreign suicide, wrist suicide, neck suicide
Car suicide, doors suicide
Don't commit no suicide
Say no to suicide, suicide, suicide
Suicide watch (watch)
These niggas gon' kill they selves they see me stuntin' (stuntin')
These niggas gon' kill they selves they see me makin' money (makin' money)
Please nigga don't kill yourself, say no to suicide
Don't die on me, say no to suicide
Don't die on me, say no to suicide
Don't die on me, say no to suicide
Don't die on me (slide on me)
Don't die on me (die on me)
Hold up, slime I'm with Duke, uh
Slime, I'm with troops, uh
Pussy nigga talk down, then we slime him like woop, huh
Shine then I grind, throw the dime like a hoop, aye
Bad bitch and her ass is obtuse but that stomach is acute, uh
Nigga what it do? Uh
Big Red counting blue, huh, wet like wonton soup
With your bitch like two, tweety birds in a coupe
Hold on, hold on wait (aye)
Bitch so bad in the snake skin, aye
Foreign do the dash you know I'm racin', aye
All my racks the same, yeah they adjacent
All them motherf*ckers is some blue faces, aye
All my racks I made them off the pavement, patience, waitin'
Foreign suicide, wrist suicide, neck suicide
Car suicide, doors suicide
Don't commit no suicide
Say no to suicide, suicide, suicide
Suicide watch (watch)
These niggas gon' kill they selves they see me stuntin' (stuntin')
These niggas gon' kill they selves they see me makin' money (makin' money)
Please nigga don't kill yourself, say no to suicide
Don't die on me, say no to suicide
Don't die on me, say no to suicide
Don't die on me, say no to suicide
Don't die on me, don't die on me
(Say no to suicide)
(Don't die on me, don't die on me)
(Say not to suicide)
(Don't die on me, don't die on me)
Bitch so bad with the snakeskin, aye
Foreign do the dash, you know I'm racin'
All my racks the f*ckin' same, yeah they adjacent, huh
All them motherf*ckers is blue faces
Made a lot of f*ckin' millions off the pavement
And it took a lot of patience and waitin', anxious
Aye, foreign suicide, wrist suicide, neck suicide
Car suicide, doors suicide
Don't commit no suicide
Say no to suicide, suicide, suicide
Suicide watch (watch)
These niggas gon' kill they selves they see me stuntin' (stuntin')
These niggas gon' kill they selves they see me makin' money (makin' money)
Please nigga don't kill yourself, say no to suicide
Don't die on me, say no to suicide
Don't die on me, say no to suicide
Don't die on me, say no to suicide
Don't die on me (slide on me)
Don't die on me (die on me)
Hold up, slime I'm with Duke, uh
Slime, I'm with troops, uh
Pussy nigga talk down, then we slime him like woop, huh
Shine then I grind, throw the dime like a hoop, aye
Bad bitch and her ass is obtuse but that stomach is acute, uh
Nigga what it do? Uh
Big Red counting blue, huh, wet like wonton soup
With your bitch like two, tweety birds in a coupe
Hold on, hold on wait (aye)
Bitch so bad in the snake skin, aye
Foreign do the dash you know I'm racin', aye
All my racks the same, yeah they adjacent
All them motherf*ckers is some blue faces, aye
All my racks I made them off the pavement, patience, waitin'
Foreign suicide, wrist suicide, neck suicide
Car suicide, doors suicide
Don't commit no suicide
Say no to suicide, suicide, suicide
Suicide watch (watch)
These niggas gon' kill they selves they see me stuntin' (stuntin')
These niggas gon' kill they selves they see me makin' money (makin' money)
Please nigga don't kill yourself, say no to suicide
Don't die on me, say no to suicide
Don't die on me, say no to suicide
Don't die on me, say no to suicide
Don't die on me, don't die on me
(Say no to suicide)
(Don't die on me, don't die on me)
(Say not to suicide)
(Don't die on me, don't die on me)
Writer: Adrian Rupke, Matthew Alan Crabtree, Michael Lamar II White
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Be Yourself
Everyone's the same, nigga be yourself
Y'all all need to change, man ya'll need some help
And I'll remain the same, nigga being myself
And if you can't, on God, nigga kill yourself
Since a jit, I been the motherf*ckin' shit dawg
I got them mad, they in they feelings, yeah they pissed off
I had to go and flood it, VVS the wrist dawg
You better pray to Big 14, I'm heaven sent dawg
I don't do Moet, sipping Rose and some Cristal
I get my drank from Rocket, nigga ball like Chris Paul
I get my cash fast, nigga Sonic Hedgehog
I shot that bitch fourteen times and sped off
You keep on f*cking with the gang, I knock your head off
They thought they ran the f*cking game and now they fell off
You unbelievable nigga, just like a dead dog
You feeling froggy, then leap hop dead frog (ha ha)
Everyone's the same, nigga be yourself
Y'all all need to change, man ya'll need some help
And I'll remain the same, nigga being myself
And if you can't, on God, nigga kill yourself
I spoke to God yesterday and I told him save me
Think it's the rapture today and I told him take me
I empty clips on them niggas, don't know 'bout safeties
I got 'em glitching and shaking like they got rabies
I liked her picture on the Gram, now that bitch my baby
I'm in a S550 swerving Mercedes
And I'm the great, little hate, I won't let it change me
Don't gotta like it, it's f*ck you and pay me
Everyone's the same, nigga be yourself
Y'all all need to change, man ya'll need some help
And I'll remain the same, nigga being myself
And if you can't, on God, nigga kill yourself
Y'all all need to change, man ya'll need some help
And I'll remain the same, nigga being myself
And if you can't, on God, nigga kill yourself
Since a jit, I been the motherf*ckin' shit dawg
I got them mad, they in they feelings, yeah they pissed off
I had to go and flood it, VVS the wrist dawg
You better pray to Big 14, I'm heaven sent dawg
I don't do Moet, sipping Rose and some Cristal
I get my drank from Rocket, nigga ball like Chris Paul
I get my cash fast, nigga Sonic Hedgehog
I shot that bitch fourteen times and sped off
You keep on f*cking with the gang, I knock your head off
They thought they ran the f*cking game and now they fell off
You unbelievable nigga, just like a dead dog
You feeling froggy, then leap hop dead frog (ha ha)
Everyone's the same, nigga be yourself
Y'all all need to change, man ya'll need some help
And I'll remain the same, nigga being myself
And if you can't, on God, nigga kill yourself
I spoke to God yesterday and I told him save me
Think it's the rapture today and I told him take me
I empty clips on them niggas, don't know 'bout safeties
I got 'em glitching and shaking like they got rabies
I liked her picture on the Gram, now that bitch my baby
I'm in a S550 swerving Mercedes
And I'm the great, little hate, I won't let it change me
Don't gotta like it, it's f*ck you and pay me
Everyone's the same, nigga be yourself
Y'all all need to change, man ya'll need some help
And I'll remain the same, nigga being myself
And if you can't, on God, nigga kill yourself
Writer: Ebony Naomi Oshunrinde, Michael Lamar II White, Ozan Yildirim
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
I Try
I try, I try
I try, I try
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
I try, yeah (yeah)
I try, yeah
I try, yeah (yeah)
I try
All in my head, I'm thinking
Dealing with these thoughts, tryna focus on breathing
How you gon' give up? You're not even trying, trying
Shawty wanna go with me (go with me)
Say she wanna travel
'Round the globe with me (around the globe with me, yeah)
It's cool, come rule the underworld with me (rule the world with me)
I can't imagine no other girl with me (no other girl)
Come get these diamonds and these pearls with me (come get these pearls)
I said come rule the f*ckin' world with me, with me, with me
I try, yeah (yeah)
I try, yeah
I try, yeah (yeah)
I try, yeah (yeah bitch)
Bitch, I'm a dog, you cannot save me, don't ever play me
I got two Glocks with two forties, they shoot 'bout eighty (blap)
Bitch, I'm West, seven piece combo, that's on the gang, B (blap)
Don't give a f*ck, these niggas mad 'bout petty change, B
And I can't let change change me, this shit so brazy
Growing up where I live, I see strange things
Growin' up without shit to having diamond rings, oh
Oh my God
I try, I try
I try, I try, try
I try, yeah (yeah)
I try, yeah
I try, yeah (yeah bitch)
I try
I try, yeah
I try, yeah
I try, yeah
I try, yeah, try
Huh, yeah, try
Huh, yeah, try
Yeah, 'til I die
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I try, I try
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
I try, yeah (yeah)
I try, yeah
I try, yeah (yeah)
I try
All in my head, I'm thinking
Dealing with these thoughts, tryna focus on breathing
How you gon' give up? You're not even trying, trying
Shawty wanna go with me (go with me)
Say she wanna travel
'Round the globe with me (around the globe with me, yeah)
It's cool, come rule the underworld with me (rule the world with me)
I can't imagine no other girl with me (no other girl)
Come get these diamonds and these pearls with me (come get these pearls)
I said come rule the f*ckin' world with me, with me, with me
I try, yeah (yeah)
I try, yeah
I try, yeah (yeah)
I try, yeah (yeah bitch)
Bitch, I'm a dog, you cannot save me, don't ever play me
I got two Glocks with two forties, they shoot 'bout eighty (blap)
Bitch, I'm West, seven piece combo, that's on the gang, B (blap)
Don't give a f*ck, these niggas mad 'bout petty change, B
And I can't let change change me, this shit so brazy
Growing up where I live, I see strange things
Growin' up without shit to having diamond rings, oh
Oh my God
I try, I try
I try, I try, try
I try, yeah (yeah)
I try, yeah
I try, yeah (yeah bitch)
I try
I try, yeah
I try, yeah
I try, yeah
I try, yeah, try
Huh, yeah, try
Huh, yeah, try
Yeah, 'til I die
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: Darrel L. Jackson, Michael Lamar II White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
They Afraid of You
(Chopsquad)
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
I hope they love you like they say they do
You gotta sit back and listen to what they say to you
Tried to put on niggas but they betraying you
Really they are some bitches and they afraid of you
They never shoot for the stars and they gon' aim at you
Gotta play right with your cards and win a game or two
I'll hit you when I depart, I just smoked a plane or two
I just landed on Mars and I don't know what to do, yeah
I'm on lean, I might blackout
Shawty wanna show her ass out
All black Wraith, got the guts out
Pouring up lean 'til I pass out
I got a whole lot of mugshots
Too much money, can't count this guap
Backseat with the bags out
Rick Owens with the tags out
Got a bad bitch with a ass shot (yeah)
220, yeah, the dash out
Raf Simons, hell you talkin' bout? (big racks)
Calvin Klein, hell you talkin' 'bout? (bitch, hold up, talkin' 'bout)
Good Gosha, hell you talkin' 'bout?
Undercover, hell you talkin' 'bout? (yeah)
Hermés, hell you talkin' 'bout? (talkin' 'bout)
I'm a lil' model, huh (woah)
You a Chanel lil' bitch (yeah)
I got the cash, lil' bitch (get it)
We smoking that gas, lil' bitch (that gas)
Ain't wasting no time, lil' bitch (not yet)
It's about to go down, lil' bitch (let's slide)
I hope they love you like they say they do
You gotta sit back and listen to what they say to you
Tried to put on niggas but they betraying you
Really they are some bitches and they afraid of you
They never shoot for the stars and they gon' aim at you
Gotta play right with your cards and win a game or two
I'll hit you when I depart, I just smoked a plane or two
I just landed on Mars and I don't know what to do, yeah
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
I hope they love you like they say they do
You gotta sit back and listen to what they say to you
Tried to put on niggas but they betraying you
Really they are some bitches and they afraid of you
They never shoot for the stars and they gon' aim at you
Gotta play right with your cards and win a game or two
I'll hit you when I depart, I just smoked a plane or two
I just landed on Mars and I don't know what to do, yeah
I'm on lean, I might blackout
Shawty wanna show her ass out
All black Wraith, got the guts out
Pouring up lean 'til I pass out
I got a whole lot of mugshots
Too much money, can't count this guap
Backseat with the bags out
Rick Owens with the tags out
Got a bad bitch with a ass shot (yeah)
220, yeah, the dash out
Raf Simons, hell you talkin' bout? (big racks)
Calvin Klein, hell you talkin' 'bout? (bitch, hold up, talkin' 'bout)
Good Gosha, hell you talkin' 'bout?
Undercover, hell you talkin' 'bout? (yeah)
Hermés, hell you talkin' 'bout? (talkin' 'bout)
I'm a lil' model, huh (woah)
You a Chanel lil' bitch (yeah)
I got the cash, lil' bitch (get it)
We smoking that gas, lil' bitch (that gas)
Ain't wasting no time, lil' bitch (not yet)
It's about to go down, lil' bitch (let's slide)
I hope they love you like they say they do
You gotta sit back and listen to what they say to you
Tried to put on niggas but they betraying you
Really they are some bitches and they afraid of you
They never shoot for the stars and they gon' aim at you
Gotta play right with your cards and win a game or two
I'll hit you when I depart, I just smoked a plane or two
I just landed on Mars and I don't know what to do, yeah
Writer: Michael Lamar White, Jordan Terrell Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Immortal
They don't know what it's like in this life to live forever
They don't know what it's like in this life to live forever
They don't know what it's like to be the man forever
Like they have these bands forever
They don't know what it's like to have this chance forever
They don't know what it's like to have this plan forever-ever (yeah)
I gotta get it man, I swear to God
Need this shit forever, yeah
I gotta get it man, I swear to God, yeah
You don't know what it's like having these people watching you (watching you)
You don't know what it's like to feel like you got shit to prove (shit to prove)
You don't know what it's, you don't know what it's to move like this (like this)
I said, "You don't know how it is, you don't know how I live"
Got your bitch on my dick, whole face full of kids
Whole face full of my kids, you don't know where I live
Yeah, you don't know where I live (uh)
Immortal, I'ma live forever
Immortal, I'ma live forever
Immortal, I'ma live forever, yeah
They don't know what it's like in this life to live forever
They don't know what it's like in this life to live forever
They don't know what it's like to be the man forever
Like they have these bands forever
They don't know what it's like to have this chance forever
They don't know what it's like to have this plan forever-ever (yeah)
I gotta get it man, I swear to God
Need this shit forever, yeah
I gotta get it man, I swear to God, yeah
Hopping clouds in this Bentley
Three niggas want a problem, I go Trippie Redd with the semi
Red rags, we got plenty, nigga
In and out your block, we bust them shots
And we don't stop 'till blood splatter on our Fendi
F*ck being friendly, nigga, I'm done with that
Every time I get a new whip, gotta put a gun in that
It's when you die off in these streets, it ain't no coming back
Niggas kill me in my Rolls and bless my son with that
Niggas die young where I'm from
Mama's cry young where I'm from
Cops, we outrun
It's Westside Compton, bullets shoot, you don't make it out without one
Death or jail, that's the outcome
We smoke without lungs
If you 'bout some, don't fold when the drought come, nigga (drought come)
Find you a rapper with a Richard Millie on (Millie on)
Take his watch, hop in that rental and throw "A Milli" on ("A Milli" on)
To a nigga in the streets, it ain't nothing really wrong
Smoke weed, f*ck bitches, rap and put your city on (your city on)
To a nigga in the streets, ain't nothing really wrong (really wrong)
Smoke weed, f*ck bitches, rap and put your city on
They don't know what it's like in this life to live forever
They don't know what it's like in this life to live forever
They don't know what it's like to be the man forever
Like they have these bands forever
They don't know what it's like to have this chance forever
They don't know what it's like to have this plan forever-ever (yeah)
I gotta get it man, I swear to God
Need this shit forever, yeah
I gotta get it man, I swear to God, yeah
They don't know what it's like in this life to live forever
They don't know what it's like to be the man forever
Like they have these bands forever
They don't know what it's like to have this chance forever
They don't know what it's like to have this plan forever-ever (yeah)
I gotta get it man, I swear to God
Need this shit forever, yeah
I gotta get it man, I swear to God, yeah
You don't know what it's like having these people watching you (watching you)
You don't know what it's like to feel like you got shit to prove (shit to prove)
You don't know what it's, you don't know what it's to move like this (like this)
I said, "You don't know how it is, you don't know how I live"
Got your bitch on my dick, whole face full of kids
Whole face full of my kids, you don't know where I live
Yeah, you don't know where I live (uh)
Immortal, I'ma live forever
Immortal, I'ma live forever
Immortal, I'ma live forever, yeah
They don't know what it's like in this life to live forever
They don't know what it's like in this life to live forever
They don't know what it's like to be the man forever
Like they have these bands forever
They don't know what it's like to have this chance forever
They don't know what it's like to have this plan forever-ever (yeah)
I gotta get it man, I swear to God
Need this shit forever, yeah
I gotta get it man, I swear to God, yeah
Hopping clouds in this Bentley
Three niggas want a problem, I go Trippie Redd with the semi
Red rags, we got plenty, nigga
In and out your block, we bust them shots
And we don't stop 'till blood splatter on our Fendi
F*ck being friendly, nigga, I'm done with that
Every time I get a new whip, gotta put a gun in that
It's when you die off in these streets, it ain't no coming back
Niggas kill me in my Rolls and bless my son with that
Niggas die young where I'm from
Mama's cry young where I'm from
Cops, we outrun
It's Westside Compton, bullets shoot, you don't make it out without one
Death or jail, that's the outcome
We smoke without lungs
If you 'bout some, don't fold when the drought come, nigga (drought come)
Find you a rapper with a Richard Millie on (Millie on)
Take his watch, hop in that rental and throw "A Milli" on ("A Milli" on)
To a nigga in the streets, it ain't nothing really wrong
Smoke weed, f*ck bitches, rap and put your city on (your city on)
To a nigga in the streets, ain't nothing really wrong (really wrong)
Smoke weed, f*ck bitches, rap and put your city on
They don't know what it's like in this life to live forever
They don't know what it's like in this life to live forever
They don't know what it's like to be the man forever
Like they have these bands forever
They don't know what it's like to have this chance forever
They don't know what it's like to have this plan forever-ever (yeah)
I gotta get it man, I swear to God
Need this shit forever, yeah
I gotta get it man, I swear to God, yeah
Writer: Adrian Rupke, Jayceon Taylor, Matthew Crabtree, Michael Lamar White II
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, ONErpm, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, ONErpm, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Throw It Away
Take my love, take my love
Oh baby, please don't take my love, take my love
Oh baby, please don't take my love, take my love
Oh baby, please don't take my love, take my love, oh
Yeah yeah
Big 14, what the f*ck goin' on (aye)
Take my love and throw it away (no)
Take my love like it's going away (huh)
Take my love and throw it away (huh)
Take my love and throw it away (huh)
Take my love like it's going away, hold on
She take my love and throw it all away (uh)
She take my love like it's gon' go away (huh)
She take my love, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shawty, throw my love away, throw my love away
Throw my love away, throw my love away, yeah
Throw my love away, uh, yeah
Shawty off them drugs, tryna feel the buzz
I just wanna feel your love, so hold me real tight
I said I'll be there, baby girl, from the day to the night
When you walked this way, you took my soul like a thief in the night, yeah
I just need love so bad
I just need you alone
Could we please stay, don't go home
Oh, don't throw my love away, don't throw
Take my love and throw it away (huh)
Take my love like it's going away (huh)
Take my love and throw it away (huh)
Take my love and throw it away (huh)
Take my love like it's going away, hold on
She take my love and throw it all away (uh)
She take my love like it's gon' go away (huh)
She take my love, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh baby, please don't take my love, take my love
Oh baby, please don't take my love, take my love
Oh baby, please don't take my love, take my love, oh
Yeah yeah
Big 14, what the f*ck goin' on (aye)
Take my love and throw it away (no)
Take my love like it's going away (huh)
Take my love and throw it away (huh)
Take my love and throw it away (huh)
Take my love like it's going away, hold on
She take my love and throw it all away (uh)
She take my love like it's gon' go away (huh)
She take my love, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shawty, throw my love away, throw my love away
Throw my love away, throw my love away, yeah
Throw my love away, uh, yeah
Shawty off them drugs, tryna feel the buzz
I just wanna feel your love, so hold me real tight
I said I'll be there, baby girl, from the day to the night
When you walked this way, you took my soul like a thief in the night, yeah
I just need love so bad
I just need you alone
Could we please stay, don't go home
Oh, don't throw my love away, don't throw
Take my love and throw it away (huh)
Take my love like it's going away (huh)
Take my love and throw it away (huh)
Take my love and throw it away (huh)
Take my love like it's going away, hold on
She take my love and throw it all away (uh)
She take my love like it's gon' go away (huh)
She take my love, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: Bryan Yepes, Michael Lamar II White, Ozan Yildirim, Ryan Alex Martinez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Keep Your Head Up
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, you gotta keep your head up for me
You gotta keep your head up for me, for me, for me
You gotta keep your head up for me, for me
Me, me, me, me
Yeah, gotta keep your head up for me
Yeah, cause I'm trynna find
Yeah, you gotta keep your head up for me
Whoa, whoa, 'cause I'm trynna find
Think outside your mind, yeah
Now my wrist froze up, bitch
Lamborghini got the doors up, bitch
You know what it is, you chose up, bitch
Keep your heart, keep your soul up, bitch
You was looking for exposure, bitch
I was looking for some closure, bitch
Lincoln Park Bloods like I'm Rosa, bitch
Big-ass blood, need a donor, shit
I'm ready to give up my soul to a bitch
I'm on that shit that you know I'm with
Shooting shit up and exposing shit
Now my heart got a hole in it
When I travel my mind you can go in it
Big ass cup, I put a fo' in it
With my milk in your mouth, Oreos in it
Sucking that pussy I'm froze in it, yeah
Yeah, Big 14 know what the f*ck goin' on, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, you gotta keep your head up for me
You gotta keep your head up for me, for me, for me
You gotta keep your head up for me, for me
Me, me
Me, me
Yeah, gotta keep your head up for me
Yeah, cause I'm trynna find
Yeah, you gotta keep your head up for me
Whoa whoa, cause I'm trynna find
Think outside your mind, yeah
I keep my mind open
If it's on my mind then you know it
I be speaking my mind like a poet
I guess this is why I was chosen
Keep my foot on their neck now, I'm golden
Splish and splash in designer, I'm soaking
It's game over now enter a token
This time you better be focused
Yeah, better keep your head up
Better keep your head up
Yeah, I've been dealing with so much shit
Baby, I'm fed up
Yeah, but I keep faith, baby, I keep my head up
F*ck what they talking 'bout
Let's run them bands up, yeah
Yeah, keep my, keep my, keep my, keep my
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, you gotta keep your head up for me
You gotta keep your head up for me, for me, for me
You gotta keep your head up for me, for me
Me, me, me, me
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Yeah, you gotta keep your head up for me
You gotta keep your head up for me, for me, for me
You gotta keep your head up for me, for me
Me, me, me, me
Yeah, gotta keep your head up for me
Yeah, cause I'm trynna find
Yeah, you gotta keep your head up for me
Whoa, whoa, 'cause I'm trynna find
Think outside your mind, yeah
Now my wrist froze up, bitch
Lamborghini got the doors up, bitch
You know what it is, you chose up, bitch
Keep your heart, keep your soul up, bitch
You was looking for exposure, bitch
I was looking for some closure, bitch
Lincoln Park Bloods like I'm Rosa, bitch
Big-ass blood, need a donor, shit
I'm ready to give up my soul to a bitch
I'm on that shit that you know I'm with
Shooting shit up and exposing shit
Now my heart got a hole in it
When I travel my mind you can go in it
Big ass cup, I put a fo' in it
With my milk in your mouth, Oreos in it
Sucking that pussy I'm froze in it, yeah
Yeah, Big 14 know what the f*ck goin' on, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, you gotta keep your head up for me
You gotta keep your head up for me, for me, for me
You gotta keep your head up for me, for me
Me, me
Me, me
Yeah, gotta keep your head up for me
Yeah, cause I'm trynna find
Yeah, you gotta keep your head up for me
Whoa whoa, cause I'm trynna find
Think outside your mind, yeah
I keep my mind open
If it's on my mind then you know it
I be speaking my mind like a poet
I guess this is why I was chosen
Keep my foot on their neck now, I'm golden
Splish and splash in designer, I'm soaking
It's game over now enter a token
This time you better be focused
Yeah, better keep your head up
Better keep your head up
Yeah, I've been dealing with so much shit
Baby, I'm fed up
Yeah, but I keep faith, baby, I keep my head up
F*ck what they talking 'bout
Let's run them bands up, yeah
Yeah, keep my, keep my, keep my, keep my
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, you gotta keep your head up for me
You gotta keep your head up for me, for me, for me
You gotta keep your head up for me, for me
Me, me, me, me
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Writer: Adam King Feeney, Michael Lamar II White, Shane Lee Lindstrom
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Riot
Uh-huh, play that for me one time KD
Foenem start a riot, a riot, a riot, a riot, a riot, yeah
Foenem start a riot, a riot, a riot
Pussy, don't you try it, you try it, you try
You gon' end up dyin', you dyin', you dyin'
F*ck nigga, why you cryin'? Bitch, you should be dyin'
F*ck nigga, why you crying? ay
I'mma leave you where you lyin', pussy, why you dyin'?
Yeah, they say that I be hoes residing
Yeah, I'm from Hell where there's red lightning
Yeah, f*ck nigga, go 'head and try shit
I'mma take your lil' bitch like a Vicodine, yeah, yeah
Take that little bitch on a ride again, yeah, yeah
What, you tough? You wanna' fight and shit? yeah, yeah
Pull up with a choppa, got a knife on it, yeah, yeah
Uh, fo' sho, fo' sho, 1400 nigga runnin' 'fore you know
I'm big bro, uh, yeah, if you want some smoke, you get some smoke
Talkin' down on game, they get your shit poled
Talkin' down on me you get a slit throat
Foenem start a riot, a riot, a riot, a riot, a riot, yeah
Foenem start a riot, a riot, a riot
Pussy, don't you try it, you try it, you try
You gon' end up dyin', you dyin', you dyin'
F*ck nigga, why you cryin'? Bitch, you should be dyin'
F*ck nigga, why you crying? ay
I'mma leave you where you lyin', pussy, why you dyin'? (yeah, yeah)
Big 14, Jesus (Jesus), do this shit for Oomp (Oomp)
Do this shit for you (you)
I live through me, I live through you (through you)
Know I givin' Hell up in the streets
Up in the booth (streets and the booth)
I can change the world
You won't realize I tell the truth (I tell the truth)
What that mean (mean), what that mean (yeah)
Pop a nigga brain like a beam (like a beam)
Shawty want my dick, like a fiend
I'm talkin' waterfalls, baby a sweet ravine, yeah
Yeah, Big 14
This is me ignorin' ya'll, you know what I'm sayin'
I got Earpods in, ya dig?
Airpods I meant, oh, f*ck, I'm rich, yeah
Foenem start a riot, a riot, a riot, a riot, a riot, yeah
Foenem start a riot, a riot, a riot
Pussy, don't you try it, you try it, you try
You gon' end up dyin', you dyin', you dyin'
F*ck nigga, why you cryin'? Bitch, you should be dyin'
F*ck nigga, why you crying? ay
I'mma leave you where you lyin', pussy, why you dyin'? (yeah, yeah)
Pussy, why you dyin'?
Pussy, why you dyin'?
Pussy, why you dyin'?
Pussy, why you dyin'?
Pussy, why you dyin'?
Pussy, why you dyin'?
Pussy, why you dyin'?
Foenem start a riot, a riot, a riot, a riot, a riot, yeah
Foenem start a riot, a riot, a riot
Pussy, don't you try it, you try it, you try
You gon' end up dyin', you dyin', you dyin'
F*ck nigga, why you cryin'? Bitch, you should be dyin'
F*ck nigga, why you crying? ay
I'mma leave you where you lyin', pussy, why you dyin'?
Yeah, they say that I be hoes residing
Yeah, I'm from Hell where there's red lightning
Yeah, f*ck nigga, go 'head and try shit
I'mma take your lil' bitch like a Vicodine, yeah, yeah
Take that little bitch on a ride again, yeah, yeah
What, you tough? You wanna' fight and shit? yeah, yeah
Pull up with a choppa, got a knife on it, yeah, yeah
Uh, fo' sho, fo' sho, 1400 nigga runnin' 'fore you know
I'm big bro, uh, yeah, if you want some smoke, you get some smoke
Talkin' down on game, they get your shit poled
Talkin' down on me you get a slit throat
Foenem start a riot, a riot, a riot, a riot, a riot, yeah
Foenem start a riot, a riot, a riot
Pussy, don't you try it, you try it, you try
You gon' end up dyin', you dyin', you dyin'
F*ck nigga, why you cryin'? Bitch, you should be dyin'
F*ck nigga, why you crying? ay
I'mma leave you where you lyin', pussy, why you dyin'? (yeah, yeah)
Big 14, Jesus (Jesus), do this shit for Oomp (Oomp)
Do this shit for you (you)
I live through me, I live through you (through you)
Know I givin' Hell up in the streets
Up in the booth (streets and the booth)
I can change the world
You won't realize I tell the truth (I tell the truth)
What that mean (mean), what that mean (yeah)
Pop a nigga brain like a beam (like a beam)
Shawty want my dick, like a fiend
I'm talkin' waterfalls, baby a sweet ravine, yeah
Yeah, Big 14
This is me ignorin' ya'll, you know what I'm sayin'
I got Earpods in, ya dig?
Airpods I meant, oh, f*ck, I'm rich, yeah
Foenem start a riot, a riot, a riot, a riot, a riot, yeah
Foenem start a riot, a riot, a riot
Pussy, don't you try it, you try it, you try
You gon' end up dyin', you dyin', you dyin'
F*ck nigga, why you cryin'? Bitch, you should be dyin'
F*ck nigga, why you crying? ay
I'mma leave you where you lyin', pussy, why you dyin'? (yeah, yeah)
Pussy, why you dyin'?
Pussy, why you dyin'?
Pussy, why you dyin'?
Pussy, why you dyin'?
Pussy, why you dyin'?
Pussy, why you dyin'?
Pussy, why you dyin'?
Writer: Demetric Franklin Jr., Kyle Stemberger, Michael Lamar II White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Mac 10
Wheezy outta here
Yeah
I'ma hop out with that MAC-10 (I'ma hop out with that MAC-10)
Pussy get shot for that cappin' (yeah, cap)
Pussy get popped by that actin' (pussy get popped by that)
Please say, "Hello," to my gat, bitch (please say hello to my)
I'ma slime his ass blood, on my Slatt shit (Slatt shit)
Bitch not my blood on my black shit (black shit)
I'm from 800 Block where we whack shit (whack shit)
If I want it, I take that, we snatch shit (snatch shit)
I'm at the top of the penthouse (penthouse)
Lil' nigga, pocket on lint ball (lint ball)
Elliot diamonds like Cristal (Elliot)
You cannot trap with no pistol (no pistol)
These niggas lame and they not in my league (my league)
Rich nigga smell like Gelato and Creed (Creed)
Freaky lil' bitch and she swallow my seed (seed)
I keep a gat and lil' bitch on her knees (slatt)
We stick together like Cuban links (Cuban links)
Drippin' with Trippie I came in a mink (Tripp)
We out in public they flashing the cameras (flash)
Flickin' my diamonds they wet like a sink (splash)
All of my bitches be bad to the bone (to the bone)
And they know I'm a king at the top of the throne (throne)
Flew out to Spain, they was singing my song
I got that stick and I'm never alone
I'ma hop out with that MAC-10 (I'ma hop out with that MAC-10)
Pussy get shot for that cappin' (yeah)
Pussy get popped by that actin' (pussy get popped by that)
Please say, "Hello" to my gat, bitch (please say hello to my)
I'ma slime his ass blood, on my Slatt shit (Slatt shit)
Bitch not my blood on my black shit (black shit)
I'm from 800 Block where we whack shit (whack shit)
If I want it, I take that, we snatch shit (snatch shit)
Niggas know that I'm slime, I get slimy as ever
I got what I got and I got it together
We got some problems we poppin' wherever
The big homie can't even squash it, I'm telling you
If I get your shit, I ain't gon' post it, I'm selling it
Go to my show, put on drip like I'm dealing it
Shoutout my young niggas, swear they be killing shit
Sippin' codeine, that shit give me energy
I'm from 400 Block where we still trappin'
Niggas know that we gang bang and still active
We walk down with them sticks like we drill masters
Got them MACs in the Range, we gon' kill Casper
And I hop out with that shit on me (shit on me)
They treat the kid like I'm big homie
Shoutout to Blood, he know that I'm public
He know that I keep that trip on me (Wheezy outta here)
I'ma hop out with that MAC-10 (I'ma hop out with that MAC-10)
Pussy get shot for that cappin' (yeah)
Pussy get popped by that actin' (pussy get popped by that)
Please say, "Hello" to my gat, bitch (please say hello to my)
I'ma slime his ass blood, on my Slatt shit (Slatt shit)
Bitch not my blood on my black shit (black shit)
I'm from 800 Block where we whack shit (whack shit)
If I want it, I take that, we snatch shit (snatch shit)
Yeah
I'ma hop out with that MAC-10 (I'ma hop out with that MAC-10)
Pussy get shot for that cappin' (yeah, cap)
Pussy get popped by that actin' (pussy get popped by that)
Please say, "Hello," to my gat, bitch (please say hello to my)
I'ma slime his ass blood, on my Slatt shit (Slatt shit)
Bitch not my blood on my black shit (black shit)
I'm from 800 Block where we whack shit (whack shit)
If I want it, I take that, we snatch shit (snatch shit)
I'm at the top of the penthouse (penthouse)
Lil' nigga, pocket on lint ball (lint ball)
Elliot diamonds like Cristal (Elliot)
You cannot trap with no pistol (no pistol)
These niggas lame and they not in my league (my league)
Rich nigga smell like Gelato and Creed (Creed)
Freaky lil' bitch and she swallow my seed (seed)
I keep a gat and lil' bitch on her knees (slatt)
We stick together like Cuban links (Cuban links)
Drippin' with Trippie I came in a mink (Tripp)
We out in public they flashing the cameras (flash)
Flickin' my diamonds they wet like a sink (splash)
All of my bitches be bad to the bone (to the bone)
And they know I'm a king at the top of the throne (throne)
Flew out to Spain, they was singing my song
I got that stick and I'm never alone
I'ma hop out with that MAC-10 (I'ma hop out with that MAC-10)
Pussy get shot for that cappin' (yeah)
Pussy get popped by that actin' (pussy get popped by that)
Please say, "Hello" to my gat, bitch (please say hello to my)
I'ma slime his ass blood, on my Slatt shit (Slatt shit)
Bitch not my blood on my black shit (black shit)
I'm from 800 Block where we whack shit (whack shit)
If I want it, I take that, we snatch shit (snatch shit)
Niggas know that I'm slime, I get slimy as ever
I got what I got and I got it together
We got some problems we poppin' wherever
The big homie can't even squash it, I'm telling you
If I get your shit, I ain't gon' post it, I'm selling it
Go to my show, put on drip like I'm dealing it
Shoutout my young niggas, swear they be killing shit
Sippin' codeine, that shit give me energy
I'm from 400 Block where we still trappin'
Niggas know that we gang bang and still active
We walk down with them sticks like we drill masters
Got them MACs in the Range, we gon' kill Casper
And I hop out with that shit on me (shit on me)
They treat the kid like I'm big homie
Shoutout to Blood, he know that I'm public
He know that I keep that trip on me (Wheezy outta here)
I'ma hop out with that MAC-10 (I'ma hop out with that MAC-10)
Pussy get shot for that cappin' (yeah)
Pussy get popped by that actin' (pussy get popped by that)
Please say, "Hello" to my gat, bitch (please say hello to my)
I'ma slime his ass blood, on my Slatt shit (Slatt shit)
Bitch not my blood on my black shit (black shit)
I'm from 800 Block where we whack shit (whack shit)
If I want it, I take that, we snatch shit (snatch shit)
Writer: Dominique Jones, Martinez Arnold, Michael White, Wesley Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Everything BoZ
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
F*ck that bitch one time and then I'm phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain't built like that, lil' nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah
F*ck nigga, what you want? (What you want?) Huh
Know we keep them choppers like a movie role (like a movie role)
Yeah, I just need to know, is it truly smoke? (Truly smoke)
Yeah, 'cause you know we want the smoke, we truly want (truly want)
Yeah, to bust shots at the opposition (ayy)
Pussy nigga, you ain't really in the right position
To be talking that gangster shit, pussy, you get hit coming
She like bah, bah, bah, get shot in your head, man
Yeah, get shot where the headband 'posed to be at
Pussy nigga, huh, yeah, uh, uh
Pussy nigga, huh, yeah
You can get hit up
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
F*ck that bitch one time and then I'm phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain't built like that, lil' nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah
Yeah, uno, dos, tres, yeah, come and give me head
This a Glock .40, yeah, leave a nigga dead
Niggas be lackin', yeah, catch that nigga in traffic, shot him in the back
Might take your bitch, yeah, she wanna hang with the gang but this ain't that
Boy be telling, yeah, can't f*ck with these opp ass niggas, they all rats
Hopped in my bag, Birkin, got out all this cash earned it, yeah
Tell me what you need, serve it, man, I make these bitches nervous
Yeah, yeah, aye, ooh
Mmh, mmh, mmh, ayy
It's a Glock .40
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
F*ck that bitch one time and then I'm phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain't built like that, lil' nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
F*ck that bitch one time and then I'm phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain't built like that, lil' nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah
F*ck nigga, what you want? (What you want?) Huh
Know we keep them choppers like a movie role (like a movie role)
Yeah, I just need to know, is it truly smoke? (Truly smoke)
Yeah, 'cause you know we want the smoke, we truly want (truly want)
Yeah, to bust shots at the opposition (ayy)
Pussy nigga, you ain't really in the right position
To be talking that gangster shit, pussy, you get hit coming
She like bah, bah, bah, get shot in your head, man
Yeah, get shot where the headband 'posed to be at
Pussy nigga, huh, yeah, uh, uh
Pussy nigga, huh, yeah
You can get hit up
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
F*ck that bitch one time and then I'm phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain't built like that, lil' nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah
Yeah, uno, dos, tres, yeah, come and give me head
This a Glock .40, yeah, leave a nigga dead
Niggas be lackin', yeah, catch that nigga in traffic, shot him in the back
Might take your bitch, yeah, she wanna hang with the gang but this ain't that
Boy be telling, yeah, can't f*ck with these opp ass niggas, they all rats
Hopped in my bag, Birkin, got out all this cash earned it, yeah
Tell me what you need, serve it, man, I make these bitches nervous
Yeah, yeah, aye, ooh
Mmh, mmh, mmh, ayy
It's a Glock .40
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
F*ck that bitch one time and then I'm phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain't built like that, lil' nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Writer: Adrian Wonders Rupke, Coi Leray Collins, Matthew Alan Crabtree, Michael Lamar II White
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lil Wayne
Yeah (OZ on the beat, yeah)
Shorty say she wanna roll with me (yeah)
Get high with me, lil' baby, roll my weed (weed)
Got the chopper on me, bitch in the backseat (seat)
Trynna sink my damn thoughts with these trees
Like a Bible open when I spread the legs like the sea
Just you and me, you and me, you and me, yeah
I'm in your sea, you and me, you and me, yeah
I'm in your sea, you and me, you and me, yeah (yeah)
Keep my 4 right by my Bible in the glove compartment
Yeah, talking gangster shit, then be a thug about it
Put your heart up in the street, ain't get no love about it
Yeah, pistol to the sky, don't give no f*cks about it
Nigga, know about it, nigga buck about it, yeah
Choppas out in public, we gon' bust about it
If I like you, yeah, it's a must, I cop it
Foreign whip, leave you in the dust, about it
Shorty say she wanna roll with me (yeah)
Get high with me, lil' baby, roll my weed (weed)
Got the chopper on me, bitch in the backseat (seat)
Trynna sink my damn thoughts with these trees
Like a Bible open when I spread the legs like the sea
Just you and me, you and me, you and me, yeah
I'm in your sea, you and me, you and me, yeah
I'm in your sea, you and me, you and me, yeah
Shorty say she wanna roll with me (yeah)
Get high with me, lil' baby, roll my weed (weed)
Got the chopper on me, bitch in the backseat (seat)
Trynna sink my damn thoughts with these trees
Like a Bible open when I spread the legs like the sea
Just you and me, you and me, you and me, yeah
I'm in your sea, you and me, you and me, yeah
I'm in your sea, you and me, you and me, yeah (yeah)
Keep my 4 right by my Bible in the glove compartment
Yeah, talking gangster shit, then be a thug about it
Put your heart up in the street, ain't get no love about it
Yeah, pistol to the sky, don't give no f*cks about it
Nigga, know about it, nigga buck about it, yeah
Choppas out in public, we gon' bust about it
If I like you, yeah, it's a must, I cop it
Foreign whip, leave you in the dust, about it
Shorty say she wanna roll with me (yeah)
Get high with me, lil' baby, roll my weed (weed)
Got the chopper on me, bitch in the backseat (seat)
Trynna sink my damn thoughts with these trees
Like a Bible open when I spread the legs like the sea
Just you and me, you and me, you and me, yeah
I'm in your sea, you and me, you and me, yeah
I'm in your sea, you and me, you and me, yeah
Writer: Michael Lamar II White, Nils Noehden, Ozan Yildirim
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Signing Off
Signing off, signing off
(Signing off, signing off)
(Signing off, signing off)
(Signing off, signing off)
Signing off (signing off)
Signing off (signing off), signing off
Like I'm offline or something
Like I'm offline or something
Like I'm offline or something
Like I'm offline or something
Like I'm offline or something
I like to make something out of nothing (yeah)
Had to keep repercussions (ooh)
You talk down on me, bitch, I'm bustin'
Yeah, right up on your bitch's face, uh
Hope you disintegrate, uh
Got this water just like a lake, yeah
Let's take a f*cking break, let's get the f*ck away
I'm a blood, yeah, I'm a blind
I can't see this shit like I'm legally blind (legally blind)
I don't got no time for this shit
I'm on a whole different wave, yeah
I hope you didn't disintegrate, yeah
Diamonds, water, a lake, yeah
Diamonds don't dissipate, yeah
Said, please participate, yeah
Like I'm offline or something
Like I'm offline or something
Like I'm offline or something
Like I'm offline or something
Like I'm offline or something
Uh
I'm signing off, I'm signing off
(Signing off, signing off)
(Signing off, signing off)
(Signing off, signing off)
Signing off (signing off)
Signing off (signing off), signing off
Like I'm offline or something
Like I'm offline or something
Like I'm offline or something
Like I'm offline or something
Like I'm offline or something
I like to make something out of nothing (yeah)
Had to keep repercussions (ooh)
You talk down on me, bitch, I'm bustin'
Yeah, right up on your bitch's face, uh
Hope you disintegrate, uh
Got this water just like a lake, yeah
Let's take a f*cking break, let's get the f*ck away
I'm a blood, yeah, I'm a blind
I can't see this shit like I'm legally blind (legally blind)
I don't got no time for this shit
I'm on a whole different wave, yeah
I hope you didn't disintegrate, yeah
Diamonds, water, a lake, yeah
Diamonds don't dissipate, yeah
Said, please participate, yeah
Like I'm offline or something
Like I'm offline or something
Like I'm offline or something
Like I'm offline or something
Like I'm offline or something
Uh
I'm signing off, I'm signing off
Writer: Michael Lamar II White, Ryan Ricoh Bogan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
! is the second studio album by American rapper Trippie Redd. It was released on August 9, 2019, by TenThousand Projects and Caroline Records.
The album features appearances from Diplo, The Game, Lil Duke, Lil Baby and Coi Leray. The album also originally included the song "They Afraid of You" (featuring Playboi Carti), but was removed from streaming services just six days after its release, on August 15th, 2019.
Performed By:
Trippie ReddThe album features appearances from Diplo, The Game, Lil Duke, Lil Baby and Coi Leray. The album also originally included the song "They Afraid of You" (featuring Playboi Carti), but was removed from streaming services just six days after its release, on August 15th, 2019.
Genre(s): Emo rap
Released: August 9th, 2019
Year: 2019