Monsta's gon' tear it up
All she ever wanted was my heart to hurt
No attachments, just a Gucci purse
She know I'm mad rich, she think I'm usin' her
My diamonds mad rich, they so rude to her
And the way I'm actin' is all due to her
If I think she thottin', I'm gon' do it first
I'm gon' call my side bitch and we gon' do the work
She know I'm from Highbridge, my chain show through the shirt
The feds locked my man up, free Montana
Damn, all he ever wanted was his bands up
They gave him 10 years for nothin', keep your head up
If any niggas start to fret, nigga, lay 'em out
Just listen to all my tracks
'Cause I don't wanna do no interviews, I'm not into that
And I be feelin' like I'm Malcolm, I got the X on my back
And every nigga in the X can vouch for me, that's a fact
I dropped my first mixtape and yeah, that shit ran laps
By the time I dropped The Bigger Artist, like seven million in plaques
Got too much gold, I'm way too smart to leave my crib without straps
And any nigga run up on us gon' get hit like that
And I'ma be like nigga started what I started
Skinny nigga with a Patek and a Pyrex
Any nigga could get embarrassed, come and try it
Any nigga could get a bad bitch, just go and buy shit
I know, I know
You're just like all the bitches I know
Why do you know all the bitches I know?
I think we're better off as rivals, yeah
I know, I know
Why do you know all the bitches I know?
You're just like all the bitches I know
You're just like all my f*ckin' rivals, yeah
And I know, I know
You're just like all the bitches I know
Insecure, so you got that lipo
I feel like I'm the rappin' Michael, yeah
I think I'm better off without you
And you think I don't know about the things you do
But I do all the same f*ckin' things you do
We are both the same, I am just like you, yeah
I know that you get in your feelings, baby, me too
Sometimes I swear I say some shit that I don't mean to
I make you feel a type of way, I make you evil
When I was broke, they used to treat me like I'm see-through
They killed my nigga Quado in the projects
And then they killed Beasty, free PeeWee
I swear to God, somebody better die next
And if it's one of my niggas, nigga, free me
A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Hoodie SZN Album Lyrics
A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Hoodie SZN Lyrics
Writer: Artist Dubose, Christopher Ruelas, Jacob Brian Dutton, Marcus Slade, Mario Sweet
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Beasty
Hold up, you know it's the logo say HB
The Glock got no safety, don't push me, I do it
Please do not push me, you think that I'm pussy?
I got too much to lose, nigga don't make me lose it
I can't be trusting no bitch, is you stupid?
I came with a shooter, he came with a Ruger
I just seen one of my bros on the news
I can't call him no more, he respect why I do it
I'm in the big body Benz with my friends
And it look like we just hit a lick off the jeweler
Look like a dope boy, I hop out a Rolls
They taking my flows like I said they can use it
Dirty Diana, I'm pushing a Phantom
I know that they wanna see me in a Buick
Me and my brethren is twenty-one deep, you see gang in the shows like they don't know my music
F*ck all the bitches that fronted on me when I didn't have money
You feeling so stupid
I'm from the trenches where niggas get hit up for nothing
You better go get on your bully
Niggas be acting so tough
You can front if you want
Got some shit that could knock down a bully
Niggas be talking to police
You don't even know me
You only here what's in the music
Talking to the feds that's a no-no
I can get bread with my eyes closed
Insecure, so she got lipo
VVSs on me, that's a light show
It can get litty like a light show
Nigga I'm litty like a light show
If it's 'bout money, I'ma go-go
But the-, bro, she a ho-ho
Too addicted, hard to stop it
Fell in love with Saint Laurent shit
Louis luggages and Monclers
Flyest niggas out the Bronx yeah
And we come straight from Highbridge
I sleep good, don't wanna die yet
Don't get caught up in my projects
I don't need no yes men 'round me
Talking about lets get fleek-fleek
Come around tryna get tree-tree
Popping on pills with the bean-bean
Rolling through the hills off the lean-lean
Don't hate me, just love me
Melody nigga she need me
Blowin' me kisses through the TV
Look at me now I'm beasty
I'm beasty, I'm beasty, too OD, I'm beasty
Nigga I cut her off easy
Word to my mother, I'm beasty, I'm beasty, I'm beasty
Saint Laurent sweater cost three Gs
F*cking on the bros just to meet me
Okay you a eater like E-E
Talking to the feds that's a no-no
I can get bread with my eyes closed
Insecure, so she got lipo
VVSs on me, that's a light show
It can get litty like a light show
Nigga I'm litty like a light show
If it's 'bout money, I'ma go-go
But the-, bro, she a ho-ho
The Glock got no safety, don't push me, I do it
Please do not push me, you think that I'm pussy?
I got too much to lose, nigga don't make me lose it
I can't be trusting no bitch, is you stupid?
I came with a shooter, he came with a Ruger
I just seen one of my bros on the news
I can't call him no more, he respect why I do it
I'm in the big body Benz with my friends
And it look like we just hit a lick off the jeweler
Look like a dope boy, I hop out a Rolls
They taking my flows like I said they can use it
Dirty Diana, I'm pushing a Phantom
I know that they wanna see me in a Buick
Me and my brethren is twenty-one deep, you see gang in the shows like they don't know my music
F*ck all the bitches that fronted on me when I didn't have money
You feeling so stupid
I'm from the trenches where niggas get hit up for nothing
You better go get on your bully
Niggas be acting so tough
You can front if you want
Got some shit that could knock down a bully
Niggas be talking to police
You don't even know me
You only here what's in the music
Talking to the feds that's a no-no
I can get bread with my eyes closed
Insecure, so she got lipo
VVSs on me, that's a light show
It can get litty like a light show
Nigga I'm litty like a light show
If it's 'bout money, I'ma go-go
But the-, bro, she a ho-ho
Too addicted, hard to stop it
Fell in love with Saint Laurent shit
Louis luggages and Monclers
Flyest niggas out the Bronx yeah
And we come straight from Highbridge
I sleep good, don't wanna die yet
Don't get caught up in my projects
I don't need no yes men 'round me
Talking about lets get fleek-fleek
Come around tryna get tree-tree
Popping on pills with the bean-bean
Rolling through the hills off the lean-lean
Don't hate me, just love me
Melody nigga she need me
Blowin' me kisses through the TV
Look at me now I'm beasty
I'm beasty, I'm beasty, too OD, I'm beasty
Nigga I cut her off easy
Word to my mother, I'm beasty, I'm beasty, I'm beasty
Saint Laurent sweater cost three Gs
F*cking on the bros just to meet me
Okay you a eater like E-E
Talking to the feds that's a no-no
I can get bread with my eyes closed
Insecure, so she got lipo
VVSs on me, that's a light show
It can get litty like a light show
Nigga I'm litty like a light show
If it's 'bout money, I'ma go-go
But the-, bro, she a ho-ho
Writer: Artist Dubose, Graham Andrew Muron, Kenneth Charles Blume
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
I Did It
Yeah (yeah)
I can't trust these bitches
I don't got no feelings
Wondering why I ain't got no feelings
And the coupe too deep
It ain't got no ceiling, nah
But I admit I did it
F*cked on your sister and you know I did it
F*cked on your friend and you know I did it
I'm the savage or a dog
It don't make no difference, ah
But I'm a Rockstar nigga
Guitar smashing ass, top chart nigga
Different currency around the world, I get it
Eliantte diamonds around all my niggas
Eliantte diamonds around all my niggas
It's because of you, yeah, all the drugs I did
Mix it in the Fanta, yeah, the mud, I did it
Sending me a message, yeah she know I read it, yeah
Yeah, you know I read it
And you know 'bout everything that I did
And you always got your phone on silent
So I keep the forty right beside me
Bad vibe when I close my eyes, yeah
Like X, put it on my eyelids
Like X, nigga, I'ma die rich
My ex wanna be my side bitch
I can't trust these bitches
I don't got no feelings (uh)
Wondering why I ain't got no feelings
And the coupe too deep
It ain't got no ceiling, nah (yeah)
But I admit I did it (yeah)
F*cked on your sister and you know I did it
F*cked on your friend and you know I did it (yeah)
I'm the savage or a dog
It don't make no difference, ah
Yeah, but you're a Rockstar, aren't you?
You are anything I say you are, aren't you?
And you belong to me until I say you don't, as long as you
Don't give my company away
I swear to God I f*ck with you, yeah
I hope you f*ck with me, yeah
I f*ck with you, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Ride my wave until you can't go further
Ride my wave until you can't go further
Stay so busy so I know you're working
You're just like me, girl, you're all over
You're just like me, girl, I swear you're perfect
Every girl just wanna feel important
Every curve, the way your body swerving
All your curves
The way your body swerving, yeah
I can't trust no bitches
No bitches, yeah yeah
I don't got no feelings
Wondering why I ain't got no feelings
And the coupe too deep
It ain't got no ceiling, nah (ceiling, yeah)
But I admit I did it (I did it)
F*cked on your sister and you know I did it (I did it)
F*cked on your friend and you know I did it (I did it)
I'm the savage or a dog
It don't make no difference, ah
I don't even got no feelings
(Somehow you just make me nervous)
Baby, that's one in a million
(Make me feel this pill stop working)
I been playing 'round with fire
For some reason, it still won't burn, yeah
I f*ck with you, na-na-na-na-na-na
I f*ck with you, na-na-na-na-na-na
I f*ck with you, na-na-na-na-na-na
I can't trust these bitches
I can't trust these bitches
I don't got no feelings
Wondering why I ain't got no feelings
And the coupe too deep
It ain't got no ceiling, nah
But I admit I did it
F*cked on your sister and you know I did it
F*cked on your friend and you know I did it
I'm the savage or a dog
It don't make no difference, ah
But I'm a Rockstar nigga
Guitar smashing ass, top chart nigga
Different currency around the world, I get it
Eliantte diamonds around all my niggas
Eliantte diamonds around all my niggas
It's because of you, yeah, all the drugs I did
Mix it in the Fanta, yeah, the mud, I did it
Sending me a message, yeah she know I read it, yeah
Yeah, you know I read it
And you know 'bout everything that I did
And you always got your phone on silent
So I keep the forty right beside me
Bad vibe when I close my eyes, yeah
Like X, put it on my eyelids
Like X, nigga, I'ma die rich
My ex wanna be my side bitch
I can't trust these bitches
I don't got no feelings (uh)
Wondering why I ain't got no feelings
And the coupe too deep
It ain't got no ceiling, nah (yeah)
But I admit I did it (yeah)
F*cked on your sister and you know I did it
F*cked on your friend and you know I did it (yeah)
I'm the savage or a dog
It don't make no difference, ah
Yeah, but you're a Rockstar, aren't you?
You are anything I say you are, aren't you?
And you belong to me until I say you don't, as long as you
Don't give my company away
I swear to God I f*ck with you, yeah
I hope you f*ck with me, yeah
I f*ck with you, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Ride my wave until you can't go further
Ride my wave until you can't go further
Stay so busy so I know you're working
You're just like me, girl, you're all over
You're just like me, girl, I swear you're perfect
Every girl just wanna feel important
Every curve, the way your body swerving
All your curves
The way your body swerving, yeah
I can't trust no bitches
No bitches, yeah yeah
I don't got no feelings
Wondering why I ain't got no feelings
And the coupe too deep
It ain't got no ceiling, nah (ceiling, yeah)
But I admit I did it (I did it)
F*cked on your sister and you know I did it (I did it)
F*cked on your friend and you know I did it (I did it)
I'm the savage or a dog
It don't make no difference, ah
I don't even got no feelings
(Somehow you just make me nervous)
Baby, that's one in a million
(Make me feel this pill stop working)
I been playing 'round with fire
For some reason, it still won't burn, yeah
I f*ck with you, na-na-na-na-na-na
I f*ck with you, na-na-na-na-na-na
I f*ck with you, na-na-na-na-na-na
I can't trust these bitches
Writer: Artist Julius Dubose, Peter Vilorio
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Swervin
Uh
Yeah
Oh, that's London On Da Track, run that shit back
(We got London On Da Track)
Swervin'
How you look so perfect on your worst days?
Double C your purses, you deserve it
Niggas in your DM, they be thirsty (thirsty)
And in person
But you're curvin'
Curvy little body, love your surface (surface)
Yeah, I'm all on your body, make you nervous
I like the way you keep up with your earnings
Yeah, it's okay, you be swervin'
I f*ck you from the back and leave you turnin' (turnin')
The type to make you feel like I'm so worth it (worth it)
Blame my ex, that bitch, she did me dirty (did me dirty)
Had me fall in love and then she curved me
(Curve me, don't go, swear to God I don't wanna leave you 'lone)
New Louboutin, you would think I'm bleedin' from my toes
Dick all inside of you, make you freeze, make you pose
I want you to get up on your knees and your toes
I see one of my enemies, they gon' freeze like they cold
I swear I ain't no killer, but test me if you want
You don't want my adrenaline rushin', leave me alone (leave me alone)
So much shit up on my mind, I can't think straight
All my niggas rock designer like they scream (grrat)
Get that AP covered, diamonds with baguettes, yeah
I thought everything was right, that's when you left, yeah
Swervin' (swervin')
How you look so perfect on your worst days? (Worst days)
Double C your purses, you deserve it
Niggas in your DM, they be thirsty (thirsty)
And in person (person)
But you're curvin'
Curvy little body, love your surface (surface)
Yeah, I'm all on your body, make you nervous
I like the way you keep up with your earnings
Yeah, it's okay, you be swervin'
Where these bitches at? I'm in the V with the tints
Got the FN on my body and the clip on hollow tips
Niggas say they gon' rob me and they still ain't do shit
Catch her waitin' in the lobby, and I'ma give her this dick
Man, where these niggas at? Man, where these niggas at?
We gon' pull up big bodies with the Rugers in the back
I got Rugers and the MAC's, pump leave a nigga flat
Talkin' hot, we spin the block, we gon' leave him where he at
Like, where these niggas at? Ayy, where these niggas at?
I'ma pull up in the big body with the f*ckin' MAC
If the opps try to turn my song off, run it back
Used to have the pack in my long johns, now I rap
If a nigga wanna act out, got the MAC out
I ain't got no f*ckin' back-up, that's a man down
I ain't got the f*ckin' forty, knock his teeth out
Spin back with the Ruger, air the block out
Swervin' (swervin')
How you look so perfect on your worst days? (Worst days)
Double C your purses, you deserve it
Niggas in your DM, they be thirsty (thirsty)
And in person (person)
But you're curvin'
Curvy little body, love your surface (surface)
Yeah, I'm all on your body, make you nervous
I like the way you keep up with your earnings
Yeah, it's okay, you be swervin'
The way that I live my life is amazing
Back to back big bodies, no more dreams, yeah
So much shit up on my mind, I couldn't think, yeah
All my niggas rock designer like they scream, yeah
Get that AP covered, diamonds with baguettes, yeah
Say my name in your song and it's lit, yeah
Been waiting for a nigga like this, yeah
(We got London On Da Track)
Yeah
Oh, that's London On Da Track, run that shit back
(We got London On Da Track)
Swervin'
How you look so perfect on your worst days?
Double C your purses, you deserve it
Niggas in your DM, they be thirsty (thirsty)
And in person
But you're curvin'
Curvy little body, love your surface (surface)
Yeah, I'm all on your body, make you nervous
I like the way you keep up with your earnings
Yeah, it's okay, you be swervin'
I f*ck you from the back and leave you turnin' (turnin')
The type to make you feel like I'm so worth it (worth it)
Blame my ex, that bitch, she did me dirty (did me dirty)
Had me fall in love and then she curved me
(Curve me, don't go, swear to God I don't wanna leave you 'lone)
New Louboutin, you would think I'm bleedin' from my toes
Dick all inside of you, make you freeze, make you pose
I want you to get up on your knees and your toes
I see one of my enemies, they gon' freeze like they cold
I swear I ain't no killer, but test me if you want
You don't want my adrenaline rushin', leave me alone (leave me alone)
So much shit up on my mind, I can't think straight
All my niggas rock designer like they scream (grrat)
Get that AP covered, diamonds with baguettes, yeah
I thought everything was right, that's when you left, yeah
Swervin' (swervin')
How you look so perfect on your worst days? (Worst days)
Double C your purses, you deserve it
Niggas in your DM, they be thirsty (thirsty)
And in person (person)
But you're curvin'
Curvy little body, love your surface (surface)
Yeah, I'm all on your body, make you nervous
I like the way you keep up with your earnings
Yeah, it's okay, you be swervin'
Where these bitches at? I'm in the V with the tints
Got the FN on my body and the clip on hollow tips
Niggas say they gon' rob me and they still ain't do shit
Catch her waitin' in the lobby, and I'ma give her this dick
Man, where these niggas at? Man, where these niggas at?
We gon' pull up big bodies with the Rugers in the back
I got Rugers and the MAC's, pump leave a nigga flat
Talkin' hot, we spin the block, we gon' leave him where he at
Like, where these niggas at? Ayy, where these niggas at?
I'ma pull up in the big body with the f*ckin' MAC
If the opps try to turn my song off, run it back
Used to have the pack in my long johns, now I rap
If a nigga wanna act out, got the MAC out
I ain't got no f*ckin' back-up, that's a man down
I ain't got the f*ckin' forty, knock his teeth out
Spin back with the Ruger, air the block out
Swervin' (swervin')
How you look so perfect on your worst days? (Worst days)
Double C your purses, you deserve it
Niggas in your DM, they be thirsty (thirsty)
And in person (person)
But you're curvin'
Curvy little body, love your surface (surface)
Yeah, I'm all on your body, make you nervous
I like the way you keep up with your earnings
Yeah, it's okay, you be swervin'
The way that I live my life is amazing
Back to back big bodies, no more dreams, yeah
So much shit up on my mind, I couldn't think, yeah
All my niggas rock designer like they scream, yeah
Get that AP covered, diamonds with baguettes, yeah
Say my name in your song and it's lit, yeah
Been waiting for a nigga like this, yeah
(We got London On Da Track)
Writer: Andrew Green, Artist Dubose, Aubrey Robinson, Daniel Hernandez, Kendall Roark Bailey, Kevin Richardson, London Holmes
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Startender
Yeah, shawty got ass, she just got a tummy tuck
Yeah, startenders, run it up
Ah
Let's get into it
Watch your bitch
Yeah
Ah
Mmh, ain't f*cking with no off-brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah)
Ooh, I'm feeling like I'm Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah
Ooh, I see it in you
You just left your man, that's too bad, ooh
Pull up in a foreign like skrrt skrrt
All up in your feelings, yeah you seem so hurt
Eliantte chains, now it's time to run it up
And the gang got a tool
So you know they one of us
Yeah, shawty got ass she just got a tummy tuck, yeah
Startenders, run it up
Mmh, ain't f*cking with no off-brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah)
Ooh, I'm feeling like I'm Biggaveli
Mmh, ain't f*cking with no off-brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah)
Ooh, I'm feeling like I'm Biggaveli
Offse
Hundred in my fanny, yeah (hunnid)
Running up the engine for my family, huh (fam')
Wanna hop on jet, take off your panties, huh (whoo)
Baguettes on my wrist and they can't stand me, huh (baguettes)
Cocoa on my Maybach like it's Freaknik (smash, smash)
Shoot the hundred rounds and get your street sweeped (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Patek on my wrist, this shit ain't cheap, cheap (woo)
Perky or the Addy, which one you gon' eat?
If we got status in the back then meet the Grim Reap' (static)
Green Lantern Lambo' with yo' bitch creepin' (skrrt)
He got to popping bodies so I let the TEC eat him (brrt, huh)
I put the Nawf up on my back, I get the M's and feed 'em (hey)
Mmh, ain't f*cking with no off brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah!)
Ooh, I'm feeling like I'm Biggaveli
Mmh, ain't f*cking with no off brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah)
Ooh, I'm feeling like I'm Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah
Bitch, I'm number one like I'm Nelly (Nelly)
And my crib all white like Belly (Belly)
And my bitch ride for me like Remy (Remy)
Popping shots, thug life, Makaveli
Send the cash to my celly
Have my nigga go get it
Then we split it like a splinter
If I'm in it, it ain't rented
Got the rims so biggie and my tires look skinny
Good pussy and you pretty
But you better off the Henny (yeah)
I ain't Ray J, told a bitch, "Wait a minute" (damn)
Diamonds on my dick
Told the bitch, "Come and get it" (hold up)
Shawty, you a star, got all these niggas wishing (yeah)
She gotta make it count, hit me up when you finished
Mmh, ain't f*cking with no off brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah)
Ooh, I'm feeling like I'm Biggaveli
Mmh, ain't f*cking with no off brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah)
Ooh, I'm feeling like I'm Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah
Head, shoulders, knees, focus
Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah
Head, yeah, shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah
Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, focus, yeah
Head, shoulders, knees, focus
Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah
Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah
Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah
Mmh, ain't f*cking with no off brand bitch (bang)
Yeah, startenders, run it up
Ah
Let's get into it
Watch your bitch
Yeah
Ah
Mmh, ain't f*cking with no off-brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah)
Ooh, I'm feeling like I'm Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah
Ooh, I see it in you
You just left your man, that's too bad, ooh
Pull up in a foreign like skrrt skrrt
All up in your feelings, yeah you seem so hurt
Eliantte chains, now it's time to run it up
And the gang got a tool
So you know they one of us
Yeah, shawty got ass she just got a tummy tuck, yeah
Startenders, run it up
Mmh, ain't f*cking with no off-brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah)
Ooh, I'm feeling like I'm Biggaveli
Mmh, ain't f*cking with no off-brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah)
Ooh, I'm feeling like I'm Biggaveli
Offse
Hundred in my fanny, yeah (hunnid)
Running up the engine for my family, huh (fam')
Wanna hop on jet, take off your panties, huh (whoo)
Baguettes on my wrist and they can't stand me, huh (baguettes)
Cocoa on my Maybach like it's Freaknik (smash, smash)
Shoot the hundred rounds and get your street sweeped (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Patek on my wrist, this shit ain't cheap, cheap (woo)
Perky or the Addy, which one you gon' eat?
If we got status in the back then meet the Grim Reap' (static)
Green Lantern Lambo' with yo' bitch creepin' (skrrt)
He got to popping bodies so I let the TEC eat him (brrt, huh)
I put the Nawf up on my back, I get the M's and feed 'em (hey)
Mmh, ain't f*cking with no off brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah!)
Ooh, I'm feeling like I'm Biggaveli
Mmh, ain't f*cking with no off brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah)
Ooh, I'm feeling like I'm Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah
Bitch, I'm number one like I'm Nelly (Nelly)
And my crib all white like Belly (Belly)
And my bitch ride for me like Remy (Remy)
Popping shots, thug life, Makaveli
Send the cash to my celly
Have my nigga go get it
Then we split it like a splinter
If I'm in it, it ain't rented
Got the rims so biggie and my tires look skinny
Good pussy and you pretty
But you better off the Henny (yeah)
I ain't Ray J, told a bitch, "Wait a minute" (damn)
Diamonds on my dick
Told the bitch, "Come and get it" (hold up)
Shawty, you a star, got all these niggas wishing (yeah)
She gotta make it count, hit me up when you finished
Mmh, ain't f*cking with no off brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah)
Ooh, I'm feeling like I'm Biggaveli
Mmh, ain't f*cking with no off brand bitch (yeah)
Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (yeah)
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (yeah)
Ooh, I'm feeling like I'm Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah
Head, shoulders, knees, focus
Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah
Head, yeah, shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah
Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, focus, yeah
Head, shoulders, knees, focus
Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah
Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah
Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah
Mmh, ain't f*cking with no off brand bitch (bang)
Writer: Artist Julius Dubose, Christian Ward, Christopher Dotson, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson, Tyler Matthew Carl Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Demons and Angels
Huh, woke up in a new car
Chopper on my hip, it shoot a movie like a porn star, uh
I might f*ck a porn star, uh
We hop in Mercedes, yeah, this car right there a foreign car
Don't get on my bad side, I'm dangerous
Demons and angels hang with us
Treat it like a phone, baby, hang it up, uh
Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up
Don't f*ck with me, no, I'm dangerous, uh
I'm from where they hang 'em, oh
Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up
Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up
Don't gangbang, this shit get dangerous
I'm from the West Side, know not to play with us, yeah
If you thinkin' that it's sweet, it's not okay with us
Right now I'm in the A, we got the K with us (Bang)
All my chains heavy, and they bright as f*ck
She only give me head 'cause she don't like to f*ck
So much Balmain on, I feel like I'm a biker boy
I been missin' you but you don't call my line no more
And I swear I get all up in my feelings when you're not around, yeah
I get in my feelings when you're not around, yeah
I get in my feelings when you're not around me
I think I'm addicted to this lifestyle, I swear
I hope you don't just want me for my lifestyle, I swear
Don't you only f*ck me for my lifestyle, I swear
I've been tryna show you for a long time, I care
But you came around just at the right time, I get
Jealous when you try come around all my friends
Type of shit that make me wanna f*ck with your friends
Make you wanna break the f*cking door off my Benz, yeah
Don't get on my bad side, I'm dangerous
Demons and angels hang with us
Treat it like a phone, baby, hang it up, uh
Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up
Don't f*ck with me, no, I'm dangerous, uh
I'm from where they hang 'em, oh
Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up
Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up
Ayy, you heard of me? (Heard of me, yeah)
F*ck a Perc-10, need a 30 (I need a 30)
And my FN 'cause they lurking
And a Smith & Wesson's with the broski, no worries
All these other niggas bitch niggas, they get disfigured
Balling, yeah, swish nigga, I'm a swish nigga
Own lane, never switch nigga, never switch nigga
Tryna f*ck the world, they can suck a dick nigga (Real shit)
F*ck telling stories, I'ma make one
This is real life shit, niggas make one
I don't care about none of you
Need to go and get your money up, you dig?
Don't get on my bad side, I'm dangerous
Demons and angels hang with us
Treat it like a phone, baby, hang it up, uh
Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up
Don't f*ck with me, no, I'm dangerous, uh
I'm from where they hang 'em, oh
Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up
Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up
Chopper on my hip, it shoot a movie like a porn star, uh
I might f*ck a porn star, uh
We hop in Mercedes, yeah, this car right there a foreign car
Don't get on my bad side, I'm dangerous
Demons and angels hang with us
Treat it like a phone, baby, hang it up, uh
Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up
Don't f*ck with me, no, I'm dangerous, uh
I'm from where they hang 'em, oh
Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up
Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up
Don't gangbang, this shit get dangerous
I'm from the West Side, know not to play with us, yeah
If you thinkin' that it's sweet, it's not okay with us
Right now I'm in the A, we got the K with us (Bang)
All my chains heavy, and they bright as f*ck
She only give me head 'cause she don't like to f*ck
So much Balmain on, I feel like I'm a biker boy
I been missin' you but you don't call my line no more
And I swear I get all up in my feelings when you're not around, yeah
I get in my feelings when you're not around, yeah
I get in my feelings when you're not around me
I think I'm addicted to this lifestyle, I swear
I hope you don't just want me for my lifestyle, I swear
Don't you only f*ck me for my lifestyle, I swear
I've been tryna show you for a long time, I care
But you came around just at the right time, I get
Jealous when you try come around all my friends
Type of shit that make me wanna f*ck with your friends
Make you wanna break the f*cking door off my Benz, yeah
Don't get on my bad side, I'm dangerous
Demons and angels hang with us
Treat it like a phone, baby, hang it up, uh
Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up
Don't f*ck with me, no, I'm dangerous, uh
I'm from where they hang 'em, oh
Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up
Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up
Ayy, you heard of me? (Heard of me, yeah)
F*ck a Perc-10, need a 30 (I need a 30)
And my FN 'cause they lurking
And a Smith & Wesson's with the broski, no worries
All these other niggas bitch niggas, they get disfigured
Balling, yeah, swish nigga, I'm a swish nigga
Own lane, never switch nigga, never switch nigga
Tryna f*ck the world, they can suck a dick nigga (Real shit)
F*ck telling stories, I'ma make one
This is real life shit, niggas make one
I don't care about none of you
Need to go and get your money up, you dig?
Don't get on my bad side, I'm dangerous
Demons and angels hang with us
Treat it like a phone, baby, hang it up, uh
Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up
Don't f*ck with me, no, I'm dangerous, uh
I'm from where they hang 'em, oh
Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up
Throw your side up, go 'head, bang it up
Writer: Artist Dubose, Jared Higgins, Tony T Son
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Love Drugs and Sex
Tell me why the f*ck you mad though? (Mad though)
I ain't that used to getting mad dough (Mad dough)
I dropped forty pointers on your ass, ho (Ass, ho)
Forty pointers on your ho-ass (Mmh)
How was I suppose to know that (Know that)
Money make you bitches go bad (Go bad)
Run it up and never go back (Go back)
Run it up and never go back (Go back)
W's up and you know that (Yeah)
'Member makin' tracks with Kodak
Then we fell a little off-track
I'm a street nigga way before rap
I ain't been the type to name drop
But it's some shit that I can't hold back
I heard a nigga from the same block
Is telling on me, I expose rats
Look I don't really want no beef with no niggas
I don't want no enemies or no niggas
The feds is coming, and they sweepin' on niggas
They gave like seven, to like three of my niggas
Ain't no static, it's just defense on niggas
Go black on black, go Hoodie SZN on niggas
Plaques on plaques, I got thirteen of them, nigga
One day I wanna be a king like I'm Jigga
But I ain't ready for no love yet
All I ever want is drug sex
I'm used to being in the projects
Mama saying I was up next
Learnin' how to f*cking rob, yeah
I didn't even touch a gun yet
Most the niggas I grew up with
Are sitting up, or either gone, yeah
Gone, yeah
When I'm right, I think I'm wrong, yeah
This is just where I belong, yeah
I'm so used to having fun (Yeah)
I go straight from the ave to in the club
Catch me right in the back
Cameras on me, they be all on my ass
But Sal in front of me to cover the gas
But don't get too gassed, my life is too fast
Bitches tellin' me to follow them back
Adderall, at least it's better than Xans
Pop a Perc and f*ck for hours again
'Cause I don't want no f*ckin' love sex
All I want from you is drug sex
Shit you wouldn't do in public
You say you ain't the type to suck dick
You never finished, it was perfect
Your natural titties and your curves, yeah
I make you feel like it was worth it
I can buy you all the Birkins
But what's next?
I don't want no f*ckin' love sex
All I want from you is drug sex
I don't wanna make you up'
I don't wanna see you upset
All I want from you is drug sex
But your love is like a drug, yeah
I can never get enough
F*ck love sex
Can we have drug sex?
F*ck love sex, can we have drug sex?
F*ck love sex, can we have drug, drug, drug, drug
I ain't that used to getting mad dough (Mad dough)
I dropped forty pointers on your ass, ho (Ass, ho)
Forty pointers on your ho-ass (Mmh)
How was I suppose to know that (Know that)
Money make you bitches go bad (Go bad)
Run it up and never go back (Go back)
Run it up and never go back (Go back)
W's up and you know that (Yeah)
'Member makin' tracks with Kodak
Then we fell a little off-track
I'm a street nigga way before rap
I ain't been the type to name drop
But it's some shit that I can't hold back
I heard a nigga from the same block
Is telling on me, I expose rats
Look I don't really want no beef with no niggas
I don't want no enemies or no niggas
The feds is coming, and they sweepin' on niggas
They gave like seven, to like three of my niggas
Ain't no static, it's just defense on niggas
Go black on black, go Hoodie SZN on niggas
Plaques on plaques, I got thirteen of them, nigga
One day I wanna be a king like I'm Jigga
But I ain't ready for no love yet
All I ever want is drug sex
I'm used to being in the projects
Mama saying I was up next
Learnin' how to f*cking rob, yeah
I didn't even touch a gun yet
Most the niggas I grew up with
Are sitting up, or either gone, yeah
Gone, yeah
When I'm right, I think I'm wrong, yeah
This is just where I belong, yeah
I'm so used to having fun (Yeah)
I go straight from the ave to in the club
Catch me right in the back
Cameras on me, they be all on my ass
But Sal in front of me to cover the gas
But don't get too gassed, my life is too fast
Bitches tellin' me to follow them back
Adderall, at least it's better than Xans
Pop a Perc and f*ck for hours again
'Cause I don't want no f*ckin' love sex
All I want from you is drug sex
Shit you wouldn't do in public
You say you ain't the type to suck dick
You never finished, it was perfect
Your natural titties and your curves, yeah
I make you feel like it was worth it
I can buy you all the Birkins
But what's next?
I don't want no f*ckin' love sex
All I want from you is drug sex
I don't wanna make you up'
I don't wanna see you upset
All I want from you is drug sex
But your love is like a drug, yeah
I can never get enough
F*ck love sex
Can we have drug sex?
F*ck love sex, can we have drug sex?
F*ck love sex, can we have drug, drug, drug, drug
Writer: Artist Dubose
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O CAPASSO, WOLFBOY LLC, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O CAPASSO, WOLFBOY LLC, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Skeezers
(The Atomix)
I cannot love on no skeezer
That is a dub, I don't need her
I hit her once, then I leave her
Blow up my phone for no reason
I cheated on you with a dancer
Okay, I surrender, my hands up
At least I admit it, I man up
I do not have all the answers
And I gotta stay with the nine these days
Bitches that get niggas lined these days
And I am not with all the drama, ay
Pop him just for movin' wocky, ay
Highbridge niggas, they be wildin', ay
You sleepin' on me but I'm wide awake
Eliantte bring tsunamis, ay
Jump inside the water, ride the wave, yeah
Up to no goodie, I put on my hoodie
Got sick of Margielas, got rid of the Truey
And I'm on a private jet gettin' some pussy
Givenchy, Givenchy, my luggage is Louis
Don't wanna stress you, no, baby, I just wanna sex you
Undress you, don't wanna caress you
Don't wanna tell you I love you if I do not mean it
Them niggas will say that to hit you
I love you, I hate you
I don't want you back now
Go through some things that you cannot take back now
I reach out to people
Who don't reach me back now
I need you, I need you
It's too late, I'm mad now
I spazzed out, they backed out, the mag now, they sat down
I love my life more than I love my lifestyle
I love my ice, how it shine even when the lights out
She pulled my lights out but I swear, no I
I cannot love on no skeezer
That is a dub, I don't need her
I hit her once, then I leave her
Blow up my phone for no reason
I cheated on you with a dancer
Okay, I surrender, my hands up
At least I admit it, I man up
I do not have all the answers
And I gotta stay with the nine these days
Bitches that get niggas lined these days
And I am not with all the drama, ay
Pop him just for movin' wocky, ay
Highbridge niggas, they be wildin', ay
You sleepin' on me but I'm wide awake
Eliantte bring tsunamis, ay
Jump inside the water, ride the wave, yeah yeah
Like (like), how (how), you (you), move (move)
Same (same), way (way), I (I), do (do)
Five (five), thou' (thou'), 'sand (on), on shoes (shoes)
I (I), might act a fool
I'm stuck like I'm glued, I like sex in twos
I spy with my third eye on you, I spy
You know I gotta stay ten toes
I ball like LaMelo and Lonzo
I started off wearin' Kenzo
Bitches put me in the friend zone
She had my heart it was real cold
I took it back 'cause the bitch stole
And you never know what a bitch knows
I can't be lovin' no ho, oh
I cannot love on no skeezer
That is a dub, I don't need her
I hit her once, then I leave her
Blow up my phone for no reason
I cheated on you with a dancer
Okay, I surrender, my hands up
At least I admit it, I man up
I do not have all the answers
And I gotta stay with the nine these days
Bitches that get niggas lined these days
And I am not with all the drama, ay
Pop him just for movin' wocky, ay
Highbridge niggas, they be wildin', ay
You sleepin' on me but I'm wide awake
Eliantte bring tsunamis, ay
Jump inside the water, ride the wave, yeah
Like (like), how (how), you (you), move (move)
Same (same), way (way), I (I), do (do)
Five (five), thou' (thou'), 'sand (on), on shoes (shoes)
I (I), might act a fool
I cannot love on no skeezer
That is a dub, I don't need her
I hit her once, then I leave her
Blow up my phone for no reason
I cheated on you with a dancer
Okay, I surrender, my hands up
At least I admit it, I man up
I do not have all the answers
And I gotta stay with the nine these days
Bitches that get niggas lined these days
And I am not with all the drama, ay
Pop him just for movin' wocky, ay
Highbridge niggas, they be wildin', ay
You sleepin' on me but I'm wide awake
Eliantte bring tsunamis, ay
Jump inside the water, ride the wave, yeah
Up to no goodie, I put on my hoodie
Got sick of Margielas, got rid of the Truey
And I'm on a private jet gettin' some pussy
Givenchy, Givenchy, my luggage is Louis
Don't wanna stress you, no, baby, I just wanna sex you
Undress you, don't wanna caress you
Don't wanna tell you I love you if I do not mean it
Them niggas will say that to hit you
I love you, I hate you
I don't want you back now
Go through some things that you cannot take back now
I reach out to people
Who don't reach me back now
I need you, I need you
It's too late, I'm mad now
I spazzed out, they backed out, the mag now, they sat down
I love my life more than I love my lifestyle
I love my ice, how it shine even when the lights out
She pulled my lights out but I swear, no I
I cannot love on no skeezer
That is a dub, I don't need her
I hit her once, then I leave her
Blow up my phone for no reason
I cheated on you with a dancer
Okay, I surrender, my hands up
At least I admit it, I man up
I do not have all the answers
And I gotta stay with the nine these days
Bitches that get niggas lined these days
And I am not with all the drama, ay
Pop him just for movin' wocky, ay
Highbridge niggas, they be wildin', ay
You sleepin' on me but I'm wide awake
Eliantte bring tsunamis, ay
Jump inside the water, ride the wave, yeah yeah
Like (like), how (how), you (you), move (move)
Same (same), way (way), I (I), do (do)
Five (five), thou' (thou'), 'sand (on), on shoes (shoes)
I (I), might act a fool
I'm stuck like I'm glued, I like sex in twos
I spy with my third eye on you, I spy
You know I gotta stay ten toes
I ball like LaMelo and Lonzo
I started off wearin' Kenzo
Bitches put me in the friend zone
She had my heart it was real cold
I took it back 'cause the bitch stole
And you never know what a bitch knows
I can't be lovin' no ho, oh
I cannot love on no skeezer
That is a dub, I don't need her
I hit her once, then I leave her
Blow up my phone for no reason
I cheated on you with a dancer
Okay, I surrender, my hands up
At least I admit it, I man up
I do not have all the answers
And I gotta stay with the nine these days
Bitches that get niggas lined these days
And I am not with all the drama, ay
Pop him just for movin' wocky, ay
Highbridge niggas, they be wildin', ay
You sleepin' on me but I'm wide awake
Eliantte bring tsunamis, ay
Jump inside the water, ride the wave, yeah
Like (like), how (how), you (you), move (move)
Same (same), way (way), I (I), do (do)
Five (five), thou' (thou'), 'sand (on), on shoes (shoes)
I (I), might act a fool
Writer: Artist Dubose, Carlos Young, Ta'von Washington
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Savage
The Atomix
I always thought my last bitch would be my last bitch
'Til I found out she was a savage (Savage)
I ain't have shit, but that was back then (That was back then)
Now I'm established, I got mad drip, yeah (Mad drip)
F*ck love, that shit don't belong here
Wish I knew the devil was so pretty with the long hair
Yeah, f*ckin' with three niggas at a time, damn
I'm just hopin' that the kid ain't mine, yeah, mmh
Tippy toes
Tall bitch, she make me get up on my tippy toes
When I hit it up
She like she don't f*ck with Henny, though
But I put the '42 up in her anyway and she get litty-ed up, yeah
All the petty hoes
Sneak up in the section next to me so they can be in videos, yeah
You already know
My Westside niggas flex with me, they TTG, they trained to go (Gang)
Throw it up like LeBron now
Forty to your spine, make you calm down (Calm down)
Feel like young black Bruce Wayne, black whips out
My niggas is used to robbin', they still rob now
And you can smell the gas through the plastic (Plastic)
Damn, I always thought my last bitch would be my last bitch, yeah
Somethin' 'bout that ass, I swear she wasn't average, yeah
Make it hard for me to tell you was a savage
Actin' so shy
Dressin' just like me, Gucci shoes with the socks
Get paranoid, I look over my shoulder a lot
Traumatized, f*ckin' ratchet hoes on the block
I'm traumatized, that's why I hate my past
Now I dress up, they wanna take my swag, yeah
Whole different bracket, Cartier my glasses
Tryna ride my wave, I'll make you lose your balance
Say that you a gangster but don't move in silence
Yeah, I don't f*ck around with Instagrammers
I can't be lacking, keep at least one hammer, yeah
Won't get jammed up by no bitch, I swear, I did
I always thought my last bitch would be my last bitch
That's until I found out she was a savage (Savage)
I ain't have shit, but that was back then (That was back then)
Now I'm established, I got mad drip, yeah
F*ck love, that shit don't belong here (Belong here)
Wish I knew the devil was so pretty with the long hair (Long hair)
Yeah, f*ckin' with three niggas at a time, damn (Uh)
I'm just hopin' that the kid ain't mine, yeah (Ain't mine)
I'm just hopin' that it ain't mine, yeah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, yeah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, yeah
I'm just hopin' that it ain't mine, yeah
I've been doing things, I'm so wrong, yeah
Three bitches at the same time, yeah
I'm feelin' basic, run, yeah
I always thought my last bitch would be my last bitch
'Til I found out she was a savage (Savage)
I ain't have shit, but that was back then (That was back then)
Now I'm established, I got mad drip, yeah (Mad drip)
F*ck love, that shit don't belong here
Wish I knew the devil was so pretty with the long hair
Yeah, f*ckin' with three niggas at a time, damn
I'm just hopin' that the kid ain't mine, yeah, mmh
Tippy toes
Tall bitch, she make me get up on my tippy toes
When I hit it up
She like she don't f*ck with Henny, though
But I put the '42 up in her anyway and she get litty-ed up, yeah
All the petty hoes
Sneak up in the section next to me so they can be in videos, yeah
You already know
My Westside niggas flex with me, they TTG, they trained to go (Gang)
Throw it up like LeBron now
Forty to your spine, make you calm down (Calm down)
Feel like young black Bruce Wayne, black whips out
My niggas is used to robbin', they still rob now
And you can smell the gas through the plastic (Plastic)
Damn, I always thought my last bitch would be my last bitch, yeah
Somethin' 'bout that ass, I swear she wasn't average, yeah
Make it hard for me to tell you was a savage
Actin' so shy
Dressin' just like me, Gucci shoes with the socks
Get paranoid, I look over my shoulder a lot
Traumatized, f*ckin' ratchet hoes on the block
I'm traumatized, that's why I hate my past
Now I dress up, they wanna take my swag, yeah
Whole different bracket, Cartier my glasses
Tryna ride my wave, I'll make you lose your balance
Say that you a gangster but don't move in silence
Yeah, I don't f*ck around with Instagrammers
I can't be lacking, keep at least one hammer, yeah
Won't get jammed up by no bitch, I swear, I did
I always thought my last bitch would be my last bitch
That's until I found out she was a savage (Savage)
I ain't have shit, but that was back then (That was back then)
Now I'm established, I got mad drip, yeah
F*ck love, that shit don't belong here (Belong here)
Wish I knew the devil was so pretty with the long hair (Long hair)
Yeah, f*ckin' with three niggas at a time, damn (Uh)
I'm just hopin' that the kid ain't mine, yeah (Ain't mine)
I'm just hopin' that it ain't mine, yeah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, yeah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, yeah
I'm just hopin' that it ain't mine, yeah
I've been doing things, I'm so wrong, yeah
Three bitches at the same time, yeah
I'm feelin' basic, run, yeah
Writer: Artist Dubose, Carlos Young, Ta'Von Washington
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Come Closer
(Hitmaka)
Oh-oh, oh, yeah
Let's take a jet to Aruba, I know it sounds nice, ooh
You gon' fall into my trap, you gon' fall right through
Even when you're with your lover and your phone's on mute
When I call you an Uber, you gon' come right through
Need to cry you a river
If you lie, won't forgive you
And I won't ever, ever trust you
And I won't ever, ever miss you
And yeah I love my baby mother
But if she f*ck another nigga
I won't ever, ever touch her
And don't you ever get it twisted
Yeah, I'ma cry me a river
Just get it out your system
You know how much I really want you
You know I'll never ever forget you
Way too much time spent on strippers
Ain't mean to cut you out the picture
I don't mean to be callin' you "bitch" and shit
But I be buggin' off the liquor
The muscle relaxant was workin'
Throwin' it back while she squirtin'
Don't need surgery, you're perfect
Remember when bitches was curvin'
Can't no nigga get you Birkins
Every time you think I'm lurkin'
All my clothes, you were burnin'
Oh that's how you feel? That's the word, yeah
Come closer
All I ever needed was some closure
Come closer
All I ever needed was some
You told me that you need some closure, you said come over
I don't need to take no Uber, I drive a Rover
Tryna bribe me with a bag, wait, nigga, hold up
If you ever try to play me, nigga, you's a whole dub, whole dub
Always got what I wanted
Never asked nobody for nothin'
I can take a trip to the islands alone
But if you want it you
Gotta come with somethin' new
I don't know what's wrong with you
So over your petty games, you're getting way too comfortable
Oh-oh, oh
Gettin' real comfortable treatin' me like a regular
Don't bring out the worst in me when I bring out the best in you
Boy, I ain't average
Don't make me turn savage
I need you to see that I'm no regular girl
Come closer (oh-oh, oh-whoa)
All I ever needed was some closure (needed some closure)
Come closer
All I ever needed was some closure (all I ever needed was some closure)
Come closer, oh, oh (all I ever needed was some closure)
Come closer, oh, oh
All he ever needed was some closure
Oh-oh, oh, yeah
Let's take a jet to Aruba, I know it sounds nice, ooh
You gon' fall into my trap, you gon' fall right through
Even when you're with your lover and your phone's on mute
When I call you an Uber, you gon' come right through
Need to cry you a river
If you lie, won't forgive you
And I won't ever, ever trust you
And I won't ever, ever miss you
And yeah I love my baby mother
But if she f*ck another nigga
I won't ever, ever touch her
And don't you ever get it twisted
Yeah, I'ma cry me a river
Just get it out your system
You know how much I really want you
You know I'll never ever forget you
Way too much time spent on strippers
Ain't mean to cut you out the picture
I don't mean to be callin' you "bitch" and shit
But I be buggin' off the liquor
The muscle relaxant was workin'
Throwin' it back while she squirtin'
Don't need surgery, you're perfect
Remember when bitches was curvin'
Can't no nigga get you Birkins
Every time you think I'm lurkin'
All my clothes, you were burnin'
Oh that's how you feel? That's the word, yeah
Come closer
All I ever needed was some closure
Come closer
All I ever needed was some
You told me that you need some closure, you said come over
I don't need to take no Uber, I drive a Rover
Tryna bribe me with a bag, wait, nigga, hold up
If you ever try to play me, nigga, you's a whole dub, whole dub
Always got what I wanted
Never asked nobody for nothin'
I can take a trip to the islands alone
But if you want it you
Gotta come with somethin' new
I don't know what's wrong with you
So over your petty games, you're getting way too comfortable
Oh-oh, oh
Gettin' real comfortable treatin' me like a regular
Don't bring out the worst in me when I bring out the best in you
Boy, I ain't average
Don't make me turn savage
I need you to see that I'm no regular girl
Come closer (oh-oh, oh-whoa)
All I ever needed was some closure (needed some closure)
Come closer
All I ever needed was some closure (all I ever needed was some closure)
Come closer, oh, oh (all I ever needed was some closure)
Come closer, oh, oh
All he ever needed was some closure
Writer: Artist Dubose, Chad Mazzota, Christian Ward, Edgar Ferrera, Justin R. Timberlake, Queen Bulls, Robert P. Blake Jr., Rock Marion Georges, Ryan Luriea, Scott Spencer Storch, Timothy Z. Mosley
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Look Back at It
Look back at it
She ain't never do this before, but she good at it (she good at it)
Said she never made love, but she good at it (she good at it)
She make a nigga feel good when I look at it (yeah)
I get goosebumps when I look at it (look at it)
Oh, girls just wanna have fun with it (have fun with it)
Only girl just wanna fun with me (fun with me)
These girls ain't really no good for me, yeah
Drrah, da-da, da
Drrah, da-da-da, da
Drrah, da-da-um-da
Drrah, da-da-da-um-da
Yeah, got a new Benz that I ain't promotin', yeah
All of my friends love money throwin'
Drrah, da-da-da-um-da
Let me tell you something 'bout my life
And every single chain, and my diamond rings
The way you walkin', the way you talkin', it's all because of me
And the way I'm all on you, girl, you know it's true
The way I speak, it's my melody
Don't you ever think it's another me
Girl, on everything, it's a lot on me
I cannot be seen, I cannot be takin' apologies
Yeah, they plot on me, 'cause that bag on me
Yeah, they after me, I got racks on me
Got the stash on me, think they gassin' me
Yeah, Hoodie on low but I stay focused
Yeah, it's hard to stay low when everybody notice, yeah
Look back at it
She ain't never do this before, but she good at it
Said she never made love, but she good at it
She make a nigga feel good when I look at it
I get goosebumps when I look at it
Oh, girls just wanna have fun with it
All the girls just wanna fun with me
These girls ain't really no good for me, yeah
Drrah, da-da, da
Drrah, da-da-da, da
Drrah, da-da-um-da
Drrah, da-da-da-um-da
Yeah, got a new Benz that I ain't promotin', yeah
All of my friends love money throwin'
Drrah, da-da-da-um-da
Drrah, da-da-da-um-da
Can I come by and vibe? (Can I)
I get a different type of fly (fly)
Hit a lick and split it with my guys (my guys)
Gettin' rich, I'm really lit but I (I)
Ain't shit, I admit it, but I try (I try)
If I'm wrong just tell me that I'm right
Let me tell you somethin' 'bout my life
Look back at it
Said she never made love, but she good at it
I get goosebumps when I look at it
All the girls just wanna have fun with me
She ain't never do this before, but she good at it (she good at it)
Said she never made love, but she good at it (she good at it)
She make a nigga feel good when I look at it (yeah)
I get goosebumps when I look at it (look at it)
Oh, girls just wanna have fun with it (have fun with it)
Only girl just wanna fun with me (fun with me)
These girls ain't really no good for me, yeah
Drrah, da-da, da
Drrah, da-da-da, da
Drrah, da-da-um-da
Drrah, da-da-da-um-da
Yeah, got a new Benz that I ain't promotin', yeah
All of my friends love money throwin'
Drrah, da-da-da-um-da
Let me tell you something 'bout my life
And every single chain, and my diamond rings
The way you walkin', the way you talkin', it's all because of me
And the way I'm all on you, girl, you know it's true
The way I speak, it's my melody
Don't you ever think it's another me
Girl, on everything, it's a lot on me
I cannot be seen, I cannot be takin' apologies
Yeah, they plot on me, 'cause that bag on me
Yeah, they after me, I got racks on me
Got the stash on me, think they gassin' me
Yeah, Hoodie on low but I stay focused
Yeah, it's hard to stay low when everybody notice, yeah
Look back at it
She ain't never do this before, but she good at it
Said she never made love, but she good at it
She make a nigga feel good when I look at it
I get goosebumps when I look at it
Oh, girls just wanna have fun with it
All the girls just wanna fun with me
These girls ain't really no good for me, yeah
Drrah, da-da, da
Drrah, da-da-da, da
Drrah, da-da-um-da
Drrah, da-da-da-um-da
Yeah, got a new Benz that I ain't promotin', yeah
All of my friends love money throwin'
Drrah, da-da-da-um-da
Drrah, da-da-da-um-da
Can I come by and vibe? (Can I)
I get a different type of fly (fly)
Hit a lick and split it with my guys (my guys)
Gettin' rich, I'm really lit but I (I)
Ain't shit, I admit it, but I try (I try)
If I'm wrong just tell me that I'm right
Let me tell you somethin' 'bout my life
Look back at it
Said she never made love, but she good at it
I get goosebumps when I look at it
All the girls just wanna have fun with me
Writer: Artist Julius Dubose, Christian Ward, Christopher Chrishan Dotson, Fred III Jerkins, Jahaan Akil Sweet, LaShawn Ameen Daniels, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Michael Joseph Jackson, Nora Sheena Payne, Rodney Roy Jerkins
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Just Like Me
Sex me, don't caress me
I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie
She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski"
Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, yeah
Get flee in a white tee
Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, yeah
You can't be my wifey, you're just like me
Sex me, don't caress me
I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie
She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski"
Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, uh
Get flee in a white tee
Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, uh
You can't be my wifey, you're just like me
You're just like me, you're just like me
No you can't be my wifey
Be my nothing, you're just like me
Ooh, yeah
No you can't be my bestie, you can't be my wifey
You can't be my nothing, you're just like me
Tourin' on the top of the world
Blimp with your name on the top of the world
Patek Philippe, you can spray it with the syrup
Too true to the game to be f*ckin' the clerk
Pull off, kick rocks, you can hear the Masi' skrt (Skrt)
I seen Rihanna and told her, "Make it work" (Work)
A Boogie was taught to murk off vert (Brt)
Pablo, politics get left on shirts (Err)
Test me, we'll be wrestling
I be coming from the top, big boss thing
Met an East lil' fine ting
I be diggin' in her drawers while in Boston
And I told her to call me 'cause
I heard you was a stalker, I like stalking
Batter up, shawty bossy
Take a hit, you gon' end up in the nosebleed
Sex me, don't caress me
I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie
She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski"
Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, yeah
Get flee in a white tee
Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, yeah
You can't be my wifey, you're just like me
Sex me, don't caress me
I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie
She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski"
Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, uh
Get flee in a white tee
Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, uh
You can't be my wifey, you're just like me
You're just like me
Doin' thotty things like it's okay
When you're talkin' to me you say all the right things
But if you don't mean it then don't say it
Ooh, Gucci flip-flops with the right fragrance
Ooh, we can switch spots, I am not famous
But I got so much f*ckin' money, I cannot fake it
And I got so much on my mind, I need a bae-cation
I got money on my mind, wish I knew how to make it
She keep playin' with the dick when she knew how to taste it
I got acres on my wrist but your neck is amazin'
And I don't wanna do you dirty, you know you my baby
And I would tell you anything 'cause I know you won't say shit
Half the niggas that I know is a thief or a gangster
Yeah, I grew up around the block, it get hot and they spray shit
I know I love you but don't stop me from gettin' this paper
Sex me, don't caress me
I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie
She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski"
Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, yeah
Get flee in a white tee
Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, yeah
You can't be my wifey, you're just like me
Sex me, don't caress me
I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie
She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski"
Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, uh
Get flee in a white tee
Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, uh
You can't be my wifey, you're just like me
I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie
She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski"
Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, yeah
Get flee in a white tee
Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, yeah
You can't be my wifey, you're just like me
Sex me, don't caress me
I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie
She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski"
Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, uh
Get flee in a white tee
Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, uh
You can't be my wifey, you're just like me
You're just like me, you're just like me
No you can't be my wifey
Be my nothing, you're just like me
Ooh, yeah
No you can't be my bestie, you can't be my wifey
You can't be my nothing, you're just like me
Tourin' on the top of the world
Blimp with your name on the top of the world
Patek Philippe, you can spray it with the syrup
Too true to the game to be f*ckin' the clerk
Pull off, kick rocks, you can hear the Masi' skrt (Skrt)
I seen Rihanna and told her, "Make it work" (Work)
A Boogie was taught to murk off vert (Brt)
Pablo, politics get left on shirts (Err)
Test me, we'll be wrestling
I be coming from the top, big boss thing
Met an East lil' fine ting
I be diggin' in her drawers while in Boston
And I told her to call me 'cause
I heard you was a stalker, I like stalking
Batter up, shawty bossy
Take a hit, you gon' end up in the nosebleed
Sex me, don't caress me
I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie
She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski"
Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, yeah
Get flee in a white tee
Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, yeah
You can't be my wifey, you're just like me
Sex me, don't caress me
I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie
She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski"
Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, uh
Get flee in a white tee
Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, uh
You can't be my wifey, you're just like me
You're just like me
Doin' thotty things like it's okay
When you're talkin' to me you say all the right things
But if you don't mean it then don't say it
Ooh, Gucci flip-flops with the right fragrance
Ooh, we can switch spots, I am not famous
But I got so much f*ckin' money, I cannot fake it
And I got so much on my mind, I need a bae-cation
I got money on my mind, wish I knew how to make it
She keep playin' with the dick when she knew how to taste it
I got acres on my wrist but your neck is amazin'
And I don't wanna do you dirty, you know you my baby
And I would tell you anything 'cause I know you won't say shit
Half the niggas that I know is a thief or a gangster
Yeah, I grew up around the block, it get hot and they spray shit
I know I love you but don't stop me from gettin' this paper
Sex me, don't caress me
I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie
She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski"
Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, yeah
Get flee in a white tee
Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, yeah
You can't be my wifey, you're just like me
Sex me, don't caress me
I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie
She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski"
Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, uh
Get flee in a white tee
Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, uh
You can't be my wifey, you're just like me
Writer: Artist Julius Dubose, Asheton Hogan, Jeffery Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bosses and Workers
Yeah, huh (yeah)
(Chris Ro$e gon' be the reason we gon' blow, boom)
There's a difference between bosses and workers
I'm in the mountains, I can't get no service
Just walked in the patron and made me a purchase
F*ck the pussy, want the head like a turban
It's one thing for sure and it's two things for certain
Carry that nine on me like it's a Birkin
I won't go in the club if I know that they searchin'
I love the attention, I took off the curtains
I love the attention, I wanna get spotted
She love a nigga that's stuntin', I got it
But she want a nigga that come and divide it (what?)
I'm thinkin' and I'ma decide it (I'm thinkin' and I'ma decide it)
Since when I come out of pocket for bitches
I been knew were runnin' 'round thottin'? (Thot)
20K with me and I was just shoppin' (shop)
If it get slippery, I'm pickin' cotton
Trap in the A with me, we just hit Onyx (hit Onyx)
He down to spurt with me, that's my accomplice (my accomplice)
Please don't harrass me, whatever you ask me
Just watch what you say to me, I'm too iconic (just watch what you say)
I f*cked this lil' baddie, she callin' me daddy
Now she tryna stay with me like she adopted (callin' me daddy)
Tryna record when you lay with me
Lil' bitch, you better not play with me
Ho, be reminded (yeah, yeah, yeah)
(What kind of movie you did?)
I just made a horror flick, me and Blac Chyna was star in it
(And what you gon' do at the Grammys?)
Ferrar' at the Grammys, I roll up and light my cigar in it (yeah)
My wrist cotton candy, got whips like a carnival
She get amused when I'm parkin' it (ha)
A nigga so fancy, I cut all the bargaining
F*ck it, I Louis'd the cardigan
I bought all this jewelry from marketing, yeah
I know I'm the one that they targeting, yeah
It never bothered 'em
I see the way that we move just needed some sharpening, yeah (needed some sharpening)
Ain't no more borrowing
Nigga, I paid for my jewels, my water be sparklin', yeah (my water be sparklin')
Who tryna spar with him?
I go rockstar on 'em, hop out and break the guitar on 'em, yeah
There's a difference between bosses and workers
I'm in the mountains, I can't get no service
Just walked in the patron and made me a purchase
F*ck the pussy, want the head like a turban
It's one thing for sure and it's two things for certain
Carry that nine on me like it's a Birkin
I won't go in the club if I know that they searchin'
I love the attention, I took off the curtains
Just a couple young niggas defyin' the odds
Probably ain't think we would make it this far
Walk in the bank, tell the teller withdrawal
I just want blue crispy hundreds, that's all
I want that coupe that's two hundred or more
Hit the gas, watch it leap like a frog
Sippin' drink, my double cup full of raw
Double C's, hoppin' out the double R
No feelings involved, just want it all
Switched up the cars, no rented cars
F*ck up charge, get off my balls
Money involved, give the lawyer a call
All of my broads ain't really mine
They could be yours, nigga, who knows?
Got mama a crib, three car garage
She don't even drive but she on the go
I run it up, straight out the mud
I got a job, I'm not a fraud
When I'm in the mall they think I'm a scammer
Punchin' it up like a percussion
These niggas is sure, make me wanna uptight
Just give me the word, back up, I'm gone
If you want the bird, trap in the trap
I front you the work, I'm down as a don
But I need it back, mm
And I cannot f*ck with no ratatouille, that's a fact
I can't f*ck with no rat, mm
Niggas start talkin' too crazy
All over my nine, I'm hangin' my jack, mm
I got a bitch out in Cali
Not even my bitch but she just got me tattooed
I don't deserve her
I swear to God, there's a difference between bosses and workers
There's a difference between bosses and workers
I'm in the mountains, I can't get no service
Just walked in the patron and made me a purchase
F*ck the pussy, want the head like a turban
It's one thing for sure and it's two things for certain
Carry that nine on me like it's a Birkin
I won't go in the club if I know that they searchin'
I love the attention, I took off the curtains
(Chris Ro$e gon' be the reason we gon' blow, boom)
There's a difference between bosses and workers
I'm in the mountains, I can't get no service
Just walked in the patron and made me a purchase
F*ck the pussy, want the head like a turban
It's one thing for sure and it's two things for certain
Carry that nine on me like it's a Birkin
I won't go in the club if I know that they searchin'
I love the attention, I took off the curtains
I love the attention, I wanna get spotted
She love a nigga that's stuntin', I got it
But she want a nigga that come and divide it (what?)
I'm thinkin' and I'ma decide it (I'm thinkin' and I'ma decide it)
Since when I come out of pocket for bitches
I been knew were runnin' 'round thottin'? (Thot)
20K with me and I was just shoppin' (shop)
If it get slippery, I'm pickin' cotton
Trap in the A with me, we just hit Onyx (hit Onyx)
He down to spurt with me, that's my accomplice (my accomplice)
Please don't harrass me, whatever you ask me
Just watch what you say to me, I'm too iconic (just watch what you say)
I f*cked this lil' baddie, she callin' me daddy
Now she tryna stay with me like she adopted (callin' me daddy)
Tryna record when you lay with me
Lil' bitch, you better not play with me
Ho, be reminded (yeah, yeah, yeah)
(What kind of movie you did?)
I just made a horror flick, me and Blac Chyna was star in it
(And what you gon' do at the Grammys?)
Ferrar' at the Grammys, I roll up and light my cigar in it (yeah)
My wrist cotton candy, got whips like a carnival
She get amused when I'm parkin' it (ha)
A nigga so fancy, I cut all the bargaining
F*ck it, I Louis'd the cardigan
I bought all this jewelry from marketing, yeah
I know I'm the one that they targeting, yeah
It never bothered 'em
I see the way that we move just needed some sharpening, yeah (needed some sharpening)
Ain't no more borrowing
Nigga, I paid for my jewels, my water be sparklin', yeah (my water be sparklin')
Who tryna spar with him?
I go rockstar on 'em, hop out and break the guitar on 'em, yeah
There's a difference between bosses and workers
I'm in the mountains, I can't get no service
Just walked in the patron and made me a purchase
F*ck the pussy, want the head like a turban
It's one thing for sure and it's two things for certain
Carry that nine on me like it's a Birkin
I won't go in the club if I know that they searchin'
I love the attention, I took off the curtains
Just a couple young niggas defyin' the odds
Probably ain't think we would make it this far
Walk in the bank, tell the teller withdrawal
I just want blue crispy hundreds, that's all
I want that coupe that's two hundred or more
Hit the gas, watch it leap like a frog
Sippin' drink, my double cup full of raw
Double C's, hoppin' out the double R
No feelings involved, just want it all
Switched up the cars, no rented cars
F*ck up charge, get off my balls
Money involved, give the lawyer a call
All of my broads ain't really mine
They could be yours, nigga, who knows?
Got mama a crib, three car garage
She don't even drive but she on the go
I run it up, straight out the mud
I got a job, I'm not a fraud
When I'm in the mall they think I'm a scammer
Punchin' it up like a percussion
These niggas is sure, make me wanna uptight
Just give me the word, back up, I'm gone
If you want the bird, trap in the trap
I front you the work, I'm down as a don
But I need it back, mm
And I cannot f*ck with no ratatouille, that's a fact
I can't f*ck with no rat, mm
Niggas start talkin' too crazy
All over my nine, I'm hangin' my jack, mm
I got a bitch out in Cali
Not even my bitch but she just got me tattooed
I don't deserve her
I swear to God, there's a difference between bosses and workers
There's a difference between bosses and workers
I'm in the mountains, I can't get no service
Just walked in the patron and made me a purchase
F*ck the pussy, want the head like a turban
It's one thing for sure and it's two things for certain
Carry that nine on me like it's a Birkin
I won't go in the club if I know that they searchin'
I love the attention, I took off the curtains
Writer: Artist Julius Dubose, Christopher Rose, Emmanuel Cobbs, Ethan Walker, Le'Quincy Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Need a Best Friend
Whoa Kenny
In the jungle with my feet up, lookin' like King Caesar
I got my felonies up, I had the wrong demeanor
I got sick of fake love, I started sippin' lean up
They get scared and turn blood and tell you different reasons
And I don't wanna make love with you to beat my meat up
You wanna be my main slut, you gotta eat up, eat up
You wanna be my sweet love but you is not Anita
I feel like I'm a baker, always got my heater
Yeah, that's your best friend (Yeah)
She told you that I bought her Hermès shit, yeah
Mmh, that's your best friend
I might as well just f*ck you both, you're best friends
Mmh, yeah, you know you love me, bitch
And you know I love it when you start doin' that slutty shit, yeah
F*ck you so good, I should just start sellin' dick, yeah
I'm only 22, I just started havin' fun with it, yeah yeah, ayy
Tellin' me I'm so humble now, I'm so done with it, yeah yeah, ayy
I been thuggin' on AP, you suckin' dick, yeah yeah, ayy
Yeah I'm up now but I miss bein' on the block, yeah yeah
Will you be my best friend, girl? Yeah or nah? Yeah yeah
Hey, 'cause I need a best friend, uh
Play the block like Tetris, uh
Yeah, I'm sorry to be selfish
Baby girl, it was worth it
Yeah, 'cause I need a best friend, uh
Play the block like Tetris, uh
Yeah, I'm sorry to be selfish
Baby girl, it was worth it
Every nigga in your clique, yeah they gon' feel me
If I ever cheated on you, would you still leave?
No impersonatin' nigga, this the real me
Convicted felon, but that pistol, yeah, I still keep
I really came up from the bottom, they didn't believe us
And I can't show that ho respect because you not Aretha
I swear I came up from the 'partments, runnin' with that Nina
I'm pourin' all this Hi-Tech inside an Aquafina
And ever since I got a check I feel like I don't need 'em
I got my mind on that Corvette, see I don't want the Nissan
No I don't f*ck 'round with these niggas 'cause they really peons
I'm drippin' sauce, that's on the daily, this that brand new VLONE
I'm only human, so baby, nobody perfect
Fifteen hundred on Jimmy Choos, you deserve it
I'm only human, so baby, nobody perfect
Fifteen hundred on Jimmy Choos, you deserve it
And if I cheat I know that you gon' close the curtains
24 hours, that's out the week, yeah, we were certain
"Do you love me, Quando?" That be that girl's favorite question
I reply with, "I love you," 'cause I really need a best friend
Hey, 'cause I need a best friend, uh
Play the block like Tetris, uh
Yeah, I'm sorry to be selfish
Baby girl, it was worth it
Yeah, 'cause I need a best friend, uh
Play the block like Tetris, uh
Yeah, I'm sorry to be selfish
Baby girl, it was worth it
Hey, 'cause I need a best friend, uh
Play the block like Tetris, uh
Hey, 'cause I need a best friend, uh
Baby girl, it was worth it
Hey, 'cause I need a best friend, uh
Play the block like Tetris, uh
Hey, 'cause I need a best friend, uh
Will you be my best friend, girl? Yeah or nah? Yeah yeah
In the jungle with my feet up, lookin' like King Caesar
I got my felonies up, I had the wrong demeanor
I got sick of fake love, I started sippin' lean up
They get scared and turn blood and tell you different reasons
And I don't wanna make love with you to beat my meat up
You wanna be my main slut, you gotta eat up, eat up
You wanna be my sweet love but you is not Anita
I feel like I'm a baker, always got my heater
Yeah, that's your best friend (Yeah)
She told you that I bought her Hermès shit, yeah
Mmh, that's your best friend
I might as well just f*ck you both, you're best friends
Mmh, yeah, you know you love me, bitch
And you know I love it when you start doin' that slutty shit, yeah
F*ck you so good, I should just start sellin' dick, yeah
I'm only 22, I just started havin' fun with it, yeah yeah, ayy
Tellin' me I'm so humble now, I'm so done with it, yeah yeah, ayy
I been thuggin' on AP, you suckin' dick, yeah yeah, ayy
Yeah I'm up now but I miss bein' on the block, yeah yeah
Will you be my best friend, girl? Yeah or nah? Yeah yeah
Hey, 'cause I need a best friend, uh
Play the block like Tetris, uh
Yeah, I'm sorry to be selfish
Baby girl, it was worth it
Yeah, 'cause I need a best friend, uh
Play the block like Tetris, uh
Yeah, I'm sorry to be selfish
Baby girl, it was worth it
Every nigga in your clique, yeah they gon' feel me
If I ever cheated on you, would you still leave?
No impersonatin' nigga, this the real me
Convicted felon, but that pistol, yeah, I still keep
I really came up from the bottom, they didn't believe us
And I can't show that ho respect because you not Aretha
I swear I came up from the 'partments, runnin' with that Nina
I'm pourin' all this Hi-Tech inside an Aquafina
And ever since I got a check I feel like I don't need 'em
I got my mind on that Corvette, see I don't want the Nissan
No I don't f*ck 'round with these niggas 'cause they really peons
I'm drippin' sauce, that's on the daily, this that brand new VLONE
I'm only human, so baby, nobody perfect
Fifteen hundred on Jimmy Choos, you deserve it
I'm only human, so baby, nobody perfect
Fifteen hundred on Jimmy Choos, you deserve it
And if I cheat I know that you gon' close the curtains
24 hours, that's out the week, yeah, we were certain
"Do you love me, Quando?" That be that girl's favorite question
I reply with, "I love you," 'cause I really need a best friend
Hey, 'cause I need a best friend, uh
Play the block like Tetris, uh
Yeah, I'm sorry to be selfish
Baby girl, it was worth it
Yeah, 'cause I need a best friend, uh
Play the block like Tetris, uh
Yeah, I'm sorry to be selfish
Baby girl, it was worth it
Hey, 'cause I need a best friend, uh
Play the block like Tetris, uh
Hey, 'cause I need a best friend, uh
Baby girl, it was worth it
Hey, 'cause I need a best friend, uh
Play the block like Tetris, uh
Hey, 'cause I need a best friend, uh
Will you be my best friend, girl? Yeah or nah? Yeah yeah
Writer: Artist Julius Dubose, Tyquian Terrel Bowman, Kenneth Blume III, Quinton Griffith
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
The Reaper
I know you very afraid
(The Atomix) (The Atomix) very afriad
Very afraid, very afraid
Dirt on my name
I know I make you afraid
Nigga, be very afraid
Tryna put dirt on my name (name)
Tryna put dirt on my name
Big body whips everyday (yeah)
I'm in the big body Mulsanne
I'm goin' right off the brain
I'm goin' right off the brain
Mm, I'm goin' right off the brain, yeah, mm
The way you be sayin' my name, yeah
You do Percocets, that's how I know that you crazy (crazy, whoa)
But who am I to judge you? I'm on the same thing
Yeah, I used to be on that back block
Right where everybody sold crack rock
Me and T-Flee catchin' mad top
From a skeezer, I don't need her
I need Benz, Bentleys, and Beamers
If you could take my bitch, keep her
It's Hoodie Season, I'm the reaper
I know you very afraid
Nigga, be very afraid
Tryna throw dirt on my name
Wanna put me in the grave
Nigga just watch what you say (yeah)
Nigga just watch what you sayin'
Niggas get shot every day, ayy
But I ain't afraid
Amen
I wanna pray to God, just in case we catch a prey, mm (yeah)
I could draw a weapon on you, you can never trace, mm (trace)
Scope got a beam on it, y'all can see the laser (laser)
And bros come before my hoes
Yeah, I don't wanna ride with you, girl
I just wanna be your side nigga
Niggas want a ride-or-die nigga
But it's never hoes over my niggas
Never hoes over my niggas
Yeah, it's never hoes over my niggas
Highbridge, 6-5, nigga
I swear, I'ma be this way until I motherf*ckin' die, nigga
Ain't no need for me to lie to you
You say you riding, who you riding for?
When it's static, you don't go outside no more
Say you with the shits, but not for sure
Say you with the shits, but not for sure
I ain't never been this fly before
Christian Louboutins and Christian Diors, mm
I used to never get paid (yeah)
I used to never get paid
Now, I can't remember my name
All of these bitches be calling me bae (baby)
Now, I got watches and chains
Feelin' like I just hopped out a lake
I put that Glock to your brain
If you touch it, even if it was a mistake
I know you very afraid
Nigga, be very afraid
Tryna throw dirt on my name (yeah)
Wanna put me in the grave
Nigga just watch what you say (yeah)
Nigga just watch what you sayin'
'Cause niggas get shot every day, ayy
But I ain't afraid
Amen
I wanna pray to God, just in case we catch a prey, mm (yeah)
I could draw a weapon on you, you can never trace, mm (trace)
Scope got a beam on it, y'all can see the laser (laser)
And bros come before my hoes (yeah)
(Yeah, bros come before my hoes)
(Mm, 'fore my hoes)
(Yeah, you know I'm on, know I'm on)
(The Atomix) (The Atomix) very afriad
Very afraid, very afraid
Dirt on my name
I know I make you afraid
Nigga, be very afraid
Tryna put dirt on my name (name)
Tryna put dirt on my name
Big body whips everyday (yeah)
I'm in the big body Mulsanne
I'm goin' right off the brain
I'm goin' right off the brain
Mm, I'm goin' right off the brain, yeah, mm
The way you be sayin' my name, yeah
You do Percocets, that's how I know that you crazy (crazy, whoa)
But who am I to judge you? I'm on the same thing
Yeah, I used to be on that back block
Right where everybody sold crack rock
Me and T-Flee catchin' mad top
From a skeezer, I don't need her
I need Benz, Bentleys, and Beamers
If you could take my bitch, keep her
It's Hoodie Season, I'm the reaper
I know you very afraid
Nigga, be very afraid
Tryna throw dirt on my name
Wanna put me in the grave
Nigga just watch what you say (yeah)
Nigga just watch what you sayin'
Niggas get shot every day, ayy
But I ain't afraid
Amen
I wanna pray to God, just in case we catch a prey, mm (yeah)
I could draw a weapon on you, you can never trace, mm (trace)
Scope got a beam on it, y'all can see the laser (laser)
And bros come before my hoes
Yeah, I don't wanna ride with you, girl
I just wanna be your side nigga
Niggas want a ride-or-die nigga
But it's never hoes over my niggas
Never hoes over my niggas
Yeah, it's never hoes over my niggas
Highbridge, 6-5, nigga
I swear, I'ma be this way until I motherf*ckin' die, nigga
Ain't no need for me to lie to you
You say you riding, who you riding for?
When it's static, you don't go outside no more
Say you with the shits, but not for sure
Say you with the shits, but not for sure
I ain't never been this fly before
Christian Louboutins and Christian Diors, mm
I used to never get paid (yeah)
I used to never get paid
Now, I can't remember my name
All of these bitches be calling me bae (baby)
Now, I got watches and chains
Feelin' like I just hopped out a lake
I put that Glock to your brain
If you touch it, even if it was a mistake
I know you very afraid
Nigga, be very afraid
Tryna throw dirt on my name (yeah)
Wanna put me in the grave
Nigga just watch what you say (yeah)
Nigga just watch what you sayin'
'Cause niggas get shot every day, ayy
But I ain't afraid
Amen
I wanna pray to God, just in case we catch a prey, mm (yeah)
I could draw a weapon on you, you can never trace, mm (trace)
Scope got a beam on it, y'all can see the laser (laser)
And bros come before my hoes (yeah)
(Yeah, bros come before my hoes)
(Mm, 'fore my hoes)
(Yeah, you know I'm on, know I'm on)
Writer: Artist Julius Dubose, Carlos Justice Young, Ta Von Xavier Washington
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O CAPASSO, Songtrust Ave, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O CAPASSO, Songtrust Ave, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Uptown / Bustdown
You ain't f*ckin' with PnB Rock, you're not f*ckin' with me
If you from New York and you ain't f*ckin' with Boogie
When I see you, I'm finna slap you
Niaggi, this that overseas drip
Patek on my wrist, that's a bustdown
All I know is get it, I'm from Uptown
Bitches ain't shit, I left 'em stuck down
Only on my dick 'cause I'm up now
Only on my dick because I'm up now
She was with you first, but she with us now
All this Eliantte, shit be bust down
All your shit fugazi, let me find out
All your shit fugazi, let me find out
All your shit fugazi, let me find out
Bitches nowadays will get you lined now
Bitches nowadays be out of line
AP on my wrist, that's a bustdown
We just caught an opp, that's a touchdown
Caught a nigga lackin', that's a man down
We was out in traffic with that automatic (Skrt)
Told 'em they don't want no static, this shit can get tragic (Tragic)
Hit him all in his face, that's a closed casket (Yeah)
Told 'em they don't want no smoke, this shit get so drastic
Catch a case, Shaka beat that shit like he got magic
Oh, I don't f*ck with niggas 'cause they too fake (Let's get it)
I f*ck with Boogie, I'm recordin' off a toothache (Yeah yeah)
Locked up for guns, had a killer for a roommate (Yeah yeah)
I called her, told her take a Plan B, say it's too late (Brrt)
I remember havin' shootouts on the E-way (On the E-Way)
9 and 22 call, I do a threeway (A threeway)
They closed BackPage down, she usin' eBay (Usin' eBay)
OTF or FTO, I use it each way (Gang)
OTF, HBTL, I f*ck with New Lane
I used to ride the 4, the opps was on the 2 Train
Don't call my phone no more, lil' bitch, you not my boo thing
Don't call my phone no more, lil' bitch, I'm havin' mood swings
Ridin' with that HK, that's my goonie
I be in my zone, I'm in my two-three
I used to pop the Percs, thought I was loopy
It's me and Rock and Durk, this shit is too deep
And yeah we come in peace, don't want no drama
But when it come to defense, we got choppers
And when it come to reefer, we do grabba
They don't know low-key, yeah, I'm a rasta
Patek on my wrist, that's a bustdown
All I know is get it, I'm from Uptown
Bitches ain't shit, I left 'em stuck down
Only on my dick 'cause I'm up now
Only on my dick because I'm up now
She was with you first, but she with us now
All this Eliantte, shit be bust down
All your shit fugazi, let me find out
All your shit fugazi, let me find out
All your shit fugazi, let me find out
Bitches nowadays will get you lined now
Bitches nowadays be out of line
If you from New York and you ain't f*ckin' with Boogie
When I see you, I'm finna slap you
Niaggi, this that overseas drip
Patek on my wrist, that's a bustdown
All I know is get it, I'm from Uptown
Bitches ain't shit, I left 'em stuck down
Only on my dick 'cause I'm up now
Only on my dick because I'm up now
She was with you first, but she with us now
All this Eliantte, shit be bust down
All your shit fugazi, let me find out
All your shit fugazi, let me find out
All your shit fugazi, let me find out
Bitches nowadays will get you lined now
Bitches nowadays be out of line
AP on my wrist, that's a bustdown
We just caught an opp, that's a touchdown
Caught a nigga lackin', that's a man down
We was out in traffic with that automatic (Skrt)
Told 'em they don't want no static, this shit can get tragic (Tragic)
Hit him all in his face, that's a closed casket (Yeah)
Told 'em they don't want no smoke, this shit get so drastic
Catch a case, Shaka beat that shit like he got magic
Oh, I don't f*ck with niggas 'cause they too fake (Let's get it)
I f*ck with Boogie, I'm recordin' off a toothache (Yeah yeah)
Locked up for guns, had a killer for a roommate (Yeah yeah)
I called her, told her take a Plan B, say it's too late (Brrt)
I remember havin' shootouts on the E-way (On the E-Way)
9 and 22 call, I do a threeway (A threeway)
They closed BackPage down, she usin' eBay (Usin' eBay)
OTF or FTO, I use it each way (Gang)
OTF, HBTL, I f*ck with New Lane
I used to ride the 4, the opps was on the 2 Train
Don't call my phone no more, lil' bitch, you not my boo thing
Don't call my phone no more, lil' bitch, I'm havin' mood swings
Ridin' with that HK, that's my goonie
I be in my zone, I'm in my two-three
I used to pop the Percs, thought I was loopy
It's me and Rock and Durk, this shit is too deep
And yeah we come in peace, don't want no drama
But when it come to defense, we got choppers
And when it come to reefer, we do grabba
They don't know low-key, yeah, I'm a rasta
Patek on my wrist, that's a bustdown
All I know is get it, I'm from Uptown
Bitches ain't shit, I left 'em stuck down
Only on my dick 'cause I'm up now
Only on my dick because I'm up now
She was with you first, but she with us now
All this Eliantte, shit be bust down
All your shit fugazi, let me find out
All your shit fugazi, let me find out
All your shit fugazi, let me find out
Bitches nowadays will get you lined now
Bitches nowadays be out of line
Writer: Artist Julius Dubose, Rakim Allen, Durk D. Banks, Jahseh Onfroy, Gianni van den Brom
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Billie Jean
Won't miss that shit
If you find them, they gon' get that shit
Go Grizz
And I won't miss any of them
Yeah, mmh
Winners Circle
Uh, uh, uh, and uh
Uh, uh-uh, they uh, and uh
Look at my schedule, nigga
My itinerary is lookin' too busy for niggas
But I still f*ck with you niggas
Yeah, I swear to God, yeah, I got love for you niggas
Shedded some blood for you niggas
If you think I'm slippin', you buggin', lil' nigga
I stay groupied up, lil' nigga
Fingers twisted up, throwin' up W, nigga
I'm thinkin' ahead of you niggas
All my niggas' cases went federal, nigga
I'm so immaculate, nigga
On my way to the bank, I laugh at you niggas
All my chains on everywhere I f*ckin' go
So I keep the ratchet, lil' nigga
Mike Amiri jeans on in my Billie Jean bag
In my bag on you niggas
Bitches want a t-shirt, you ain't like that
You don't want static with niggas
She think I'ma keep her
Beat it up bad like I caught a battery, nigga
Blood on my sneakers
Louboutin bag, I'm givin' swag to you niggas
I don't really think they could f*cking keep up
I still got respect for you niggas, ah
Shawty wanna kiss me, f*ck me, suck me, lick me, love me, ah
Look at my wrist, my drip, my dick, my stick, I get like ah
Shawty gon' stay down, spin around
Get around, come back, just like ooh
But it's okay now, found out
You're just like me and I'm just like you
Ah, ah, ah, I'm just like you
Tryna get my f*ckin' bread up
I got drugs on me but I'm blessed up
Gotta keep my f*ckin' head up
Diamonds all around the bezel
Hoodie on, feelin' mellow
They hit my nigga in the head, yo
That shit made me wanna let go
(That shit made me wanna let go)
That shit made me wanna let go
That shit made me wanna let go
That shit made me wanna let go
That shit made me wanna let go
That shit made me wanna let go
That shit made me wanna let go
That shit made me wanna let go
If you find them, they gon' get that shit
Go Grizz
And I won't miss any of them
Yeah, mmh
Winners Circle
Uh, uh, uh, and uh
Uh, uh-uh, they uh, and uh
Look at my schedule, nigga
My itinerary is lookin' too busy for niggas
But I still f*ck with you niggas
Yeah, I swear to God, yeah, I got love for you niggas
Shedded some blood for you niggas
If you think I'm slippin', you buggin', lil' nigga
I stay groupied up, lil' nigga
Fingers twisted up, throwin' up W, nigga
I'm thinkin' ahead of you niggas
All my niggas' cases went federal, nigga
I'm so immaculate, nigga
On my way to the bank, I laugh at you niggas
All my chains on everywhere I f*ckin' go
So I keep the ratchet, lil' nigga
Mike Amiri jeans on in my Billie Jean bag
In my bag on you niggas
Bitches want a t-shirt, you ain't like that
You don't want static with niggas
She think I'ma keep her
Beat it up bad like I caught a battery, nigga
Blood on my sneakers
Louboutin bag, I'm givin' swag to you niggas
I don't really think they could f*cking keep up
I still got respect for you niggas, ah
Shawty wanna kiss me, f*ck me, suck me, lick me, love me, ah
Look at my wrist, my drip, my dick, my stick, I get like ah
Shawty gon' stay down, spin around
Get around, come back, just like ooh
But it's okay now, found out
You're just like me and I'm just like you
Ah, ah, ah, I'm just like you
Tryna get my f*ckin' bread up
I got drugs on me but I'm blessed up
Gotta keep my f*ckin' head up
Diamonds all around the bezel
Hoodie on, feelin' mellow
They hit my nigga in the head, yo
That shit made me wanna let go
(That shit made me wanna let go)
That shit made me wanna let go
That shit made me wanna let go
That shit made me wanna let go
That shit made me wanna let go
That shit made me wanna let go
That shit made me wanna let go
That shit made me wanna let go
Writer: Artist J Dubose, Joseph Nguren, Kevin Andre Price
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
4 Min Convo (Favorite Song)
Please tell me what you think happened
Like this time, f*ck it
I woke up to like ninety-nine missed calls
That's like ninety-nine people I probably pissed off
Like damn, nigga, I was on a jail call
Damn, niggas make me hate my cell phone
Like damn, my nigga, I'm in the studio
Last time I dropped an album was like a year ago
Yeah, you tellin' me you starving, but I been to there
Like growin' up, breakfast, lunch and dinner wasn't cereal
I know what's up
You just wanna be all in the videos and smoke it up
I know you ain't really with the shits but you just throw it up
Pretty bitches in my city litty, they just going up
Nigga, you just wanna be around me 'cause my money up
Heard them goofy niggas tryna line me, they don't want smoke with us
Had to pop an Addy, I was down, yeah, had to focus up
Most my niggas dogs, I hit up bitches that my homies f*cked
I hear too much me in niggas' songs, so I had to switch it up, I had to switch it up
Pick out diamonds in particular 'cause I'm just rich as f*ck
Rest in peace to that boy Trayvon, I got my hoodie up
They know exactly how we give it up, shoot a bully up
And you bitches know that I cannot waste no time
Bitch, I'm really grindin'
If I ever said, "I love you", never mind it
Especially when I feel like you out here thottin'
I threaten you, but I f*ck with you, let's be honest
I hide the fact that I love to smoke on exotic
Flowers, I give you all my hours
I f*ck around, I miss you though, I promise
Bonnie and Clyde issues, guns around us
No bozos in my circle, they get cut
We can't even get around, I got my hoodie on in public
House arrest in Florida, they always checked up on me
So when I was in the studio I said I was in Publix
If you could walk in my shoes, you could walk on water
Percocets like NyQuil, got my buying sawed-offs
Since I been in high school, I been feeling heartless
I swear I was like you, now look at me ballin'
10K on one fit, fly like I departed
Stay with that rocket, ooh, I go J. Harden
Can't tell if I got it, but I stay on it
And they stay frontin', but it ain't nothin'
'Cause I make money, talkin' big money
Mmh, if I go broke, stay away from me
Mmh, if I go broke, I'ma take money, yeah
I might go broke in my late hundreds
It's hard not to talk money 'cause I got money now
And these chains around my neck worth over two hundred thou
And Puma just gave me a budget, I should say, "F*ck it"
And give it to the schools 'cause they need it more than I need it now
Swear I paid my dues, I should speak up more though, I'm playin' quiet
Tryna keep it cool like the time I was in the studio with Future and his goons
Sittin' next to my favorite rapper, actin' scared to say it to him
Used to bump "March Madness," poppin' Addys because of you
After you and Drizzy dropped, then I got in tune (Yeah)
Drizzy, that's my broski, I appreciate you too, yeah
First time in the Garden, it was all because of you, yeah
I probably was OD-in' to do a song but I was new, yeah
I can't lie, oh, you was like my idol, ask my crew, yeah
Right when I thought viral was viral, Tekashi blew, yeah
And that's my nigga too, I f*ck with you, I swear to God
Type of nigga keep that shit a hundred, cameras off
And I'm the type of nigga you might see in Saint Laurent
Different places, Cleveland, Miami, but I ain't LeBron
WIth different bitches, denims lookin' like they painted on
Listenin' to "D.T.B", yeah, that's our favorite song
I don't trust bitches
Bitches just like me, that's why I don't trust bitches
This your favorite song
I don't love bitches
F*ck bitches, DTB, no, I don't trust bitches
This your favorite song
When you're home, all alone
Reminiscin' my Dior cologne
No going back, I really took your soul
I know, yeah
Woke up with the chills, oh, oh
Took a pill with my milk, oh, oh
Like it's not a big deal, oh, oh
Free all of my bros, whoa, oh
Free my nigga PeeWee, free my nigga Skills, now
Man, you gotta see me, see how I came up now
Used to wear the same shit, I ain't lookin' like no bum now
I'm a New York nigga, hangin' laces off my Uptowns
Grew up in the jungle where they rumblin' for dust now
Runnin' 'round the BX, RIP to Big Pun, now
And I don't know why
I feel like they wanna take my life
And it's all
Wanna f*ck my wife
And these niggas wanna take my life
And it's all
Yeah, it's alright
And it's alright
Yeah, it's alright, mmh
Like this time, f*ck it
I woke up to like ninety-nine missed calls
That's like ninety-nine people I probably pissed off
Like damn, nigga, I was on a jail call
Damn, niggas make me hate my cell phone
Like damn, my nigga, I'm in the studio
Last time I dropped an album was like a year ago
Yeah, you tellin' me you starving, but I been to there
Like growin' up, breakfast, lunch and dinner wasn't cereal
I know what's up
You just wanna be all in the videos and smoke it up
I know you ain't really with the shits but you just throw it up
Pretty bitches in my city litty, they just going up
Nigga, you just wanna be around me 'cause my money up
Heard them goofy niggas tryna line me, they don't want smoke with us
Had to pop an Addy, I was down, yeah, had to focus up
Most my niggas dogs, I hit up bitches that my homies f*cked
I hear too much me in niggas' songs, so I had to switch it up, I had to switch it up
Pick out diamonds in particular 'cause I'm just rich as f*ck
Rest in peace to that boy Trayvon, I got my hoodie up
They know exactly how we give it up, shoot a bully up
And you bitches know that I cannot waste no time
Bitch, I'm really grindin'
If I ever said, "I love you", never mind it
Especially when I feel like you out here thottin'
I threaten you, but I f*ck with you, let's be honest
I hide the fact that I love to smoke on exotic
Flowers, I give you all my hours
I f*ck around, I miss you though, I promise
Bonnie and Clyde issues, guns around us
No bozos in my circle, they get cut
We can't even get around, I got my hoodie on in public
House arrest in Florida, they always checked up on me
So when I was in the studio I said I was in Publix
If you could walk in my shoes, you could walk on water
Percocets like NyQuil, got my buying sawed-offs
Since I been in high school, I been feeling heartless
I swear I was like you, now look at me ballin'
10K on one fit, fly like I departed
Stay with that rocket, ooh, I go J. Harden
Can't tell if I got it, but I stay on it
And they stay frontin', but it ain't nothin'
'Cause I make money, talkin' big money
Mmh, if I go broke, stay away from me
Mmh, if I go broke, I'ma take money, yeah
I might go broke in my late hundreds
It's hard not to talk money 'cause I got money now
And these chains around my neck worth over two hundred thou
And Puma just gave me a budget, I should say, "F*ck it"
And give it to the schools 'cause they need it more than I need it now
Swear I paid my dues, I should speak up more though, I'm playin' quiet
Tryna keep it cool like the time I was in the studio with Future and his goons
Sittin' next to my favorite rapper, actin' scared to say it to him
Used to bump "March Madness," poppin' Addys because of you
After you and Drizzy dropped, then I got in tune (Yeah)
Drizzy, that's my broski, I appreciate you too, yeah
First time in the Garden, it was all because of you, yeah
I probably was OD-in' to do a song but I was new, yeah
I can't lie, oh, you was like my idol, ask my crew, yeah
Right when I thought viral was viral, Tekashi blew, yeah
And that's my nigga too, I f*ck with you, I swear to God
Type of nigga keep that shit a hundred, cameras off
And I'm the type of nigga you might see in Saint Laurent
Different places, Cleveland, Miami, but I ain't LeBron
WIth different bitches, denims lookin' like they painted on
Listenin' to "D.T.B", yeah, that's our favorite song
I don't trust bitches
Bitches just like me, that's why I don't trust bitches
This your favorite song
I don't love bitches
F*ck bitches, DTB, no, I don't trust bitches
This your favorite song
When you're home, all alone
Reminiscin' my Dior cologne
No going back, I really took your soul
I know, yeah
Woke up with the chills, oh, oh
Took a pill with my milk, oh, oh
Like it's not a big deal, oh, oh
Free all of my bros, whoa, oh
Free my nigga PeeWee, free my nigga Skills, now
Man, you gotta see me, see how I came up now
Used to wear the same shit, I ain't lookin' like no bum now
I'm a New York nigga, hangin' laces off my Uptowns
Grew up in the jungle where they rumblin' for dust now
Runnin' 'round the BX, RIP to Big Pun, now
And I don't know why
I feel like they wanna take my life
And it's all
Wanna f*ck my wife
And these niggas wanna take my life
And it's all
Yeah, it's alright
And it's alright
Yeah, it's alright, mmh
Writer: Artist Dubose, Christopher Rios, Christopher Washington, Jay Garfield, Jordan Holt, Richard Frierson
Copyright: Lyrics © JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Odee
Young Troy, you a genius
Beat it up like yeah girl
Yeah, 44 bulldog
Hit a nigga melon, spill a nigga bean
Everybody saying what they gonna do
But they just talking, they don't mean it
Try to run down with the deuce deuce
That's a no-no, get a forty, yup
Yeah, I know I'm prolly too much
Sometimes, I just be odeeing
I was gonna go and try to fall asleep
But, I got too much energy
I was gonna go to Canada deep
But, all my niggas said they got felonies
I was gonna pull up in Givenchy
But, I just bought all this ERD shit
I'm too fleek, all the groupies
Yeah, they just wanna get next to me
Yeah, everybody said they run down
Til' they hear that gun sound on that lemon squeeze
Yeah, bet ya' homie ain't ya' homie
Trust me paparazzi, that's the police
Yeah, 44 bulldog
Hit a nigga melon, split a nigga bean
Everybody saying what they gonna do
But they just talking, they don't mean it
Try to run down with the deuce deuce
That's a no-no, get a forty, yup
Yeah, I know I'm prolly too much
Sometimes, I just be odeeing
Sometimes, I just be odeeing
(She love God and she know Jesus)
Sometimes, I just be odeeing
(Girl I smoke pot just for no reason)
Sometimes, I just be odeeing
(Sometimes, I just be o yeah)
Sometimes, I just be odeeing
And sometimes I just be odeeing
Now, I'm from Highbridge, what you thinking?
You can punch in mine if yours is reading
And you can punch in mine if yours is reading
I give you all my time if you give me reasons
You only call my line when you think I'm creeping
The 30 clip too long, you can probably see it
It's a Hip-Hop song, but I'm R&B-ing
Yeah, 44 bulldog
Hit a nigga melon, split a nigga bean
Everybody saying what they gonna do
But they just talking, they don't mean it
Try to run down with the deuce deuce
That's a no-no, get a forty, yup
Yeah, I know I'm prolly too much
Sometimes, I just be odeeing
Beat it up like yeah girl
Yeah, 44 bulldog
Hit a nigga melon, spill a nigga bean
Everybody saying what they gonna do
But they just talking, they don't mean it
Try to run down with the deuce deuce
That's a no-no, get a forty, yup
Yeah, I know I'm prolly too much
Sometimes, I just be odeeing
I was gonna go and try to fall asleep
But, I got too much energy
I was gonna go to Canada deep
But, all my niggas said they got felonies
I was gonna pull up in Givenchy
But, I just bought all this ERD shit
I'm too fleek, all the groupies
Yeah, they just wanna get next to me
Yeah, everybody said they run down
Til' they hear that gun sound on that lemon squeeze
Yeah, bet ya' homie ain't ya' homie
Trust me paparazzi, that's the police
Yeah, 44 bulldog
Hit a nigga melon, split a nigga bean
Everybody saying what they gonna do
But they just talking, they don't mean it
Try to run down with the deuce deuce
That's a no-no, get a forty, yup
Yeah, I know I'm prolly too much
Sometimes, I just be odeeing
Sometimes, I just be odeeing
(She love God and she know Jesus)
Sometimes, I just be odeeing
(Girl I smoke pot just for no reason)
Sometimes, I just be odeeing
(Sometimes, I just be o yeah)
Sometimes, I just be odeeing
And sometimes I just be odeeing
Now, I'm from Highbridge, what you thinking?
You can punch in mine if yours is reading
And you can punch in mine if yours is reading
I give you all my time if you give me reasons
You only call my line when you think I'm creeping
The 30 clip too long, you can probably see it
It's a Hip-Hop song, but I'm R&B-ing
Yeah, 44 bulldog
Hit a nigga melon, split a nigga bean
Everybody saying what they gonna do
But they just talking, they don't mean it
Try to run down with the deuce deuce
That's a no-no, get a forty, yup
Yeah, I know I'm prolly too much
Sometimes, I just be odeeing
Writer: Artist Dubose, Jagvir Aujla, John Hyszko
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Pull Up
Ooh
I pulled up in a Benz truck, ooh
You pulled up in your friend's truck, hmm
Better watch out for the scammers, ooh
Boy, you better get your bands up, hmm
She a pretty little dancer, ooh
I might take her to my mansion, hmm
Hit her, then I vanish, ooh
All about my business
Buy my hood bitch a Lexus
She told me I'm the bestest, diamonds in my necklace (ooh)
Everything I do impressive
Always in my best fit, I don't need a press kit (ooh)
My-my time is too precious
I ignore her message, already on the next bitch (ooh)
She wet just like a jet-ski
Took her on the jet, she let me f*ck her and her bestie (ooh)
Heard they wanna test me, but I got a cheat sheet
Sendin' hits on repeat (yeah)
My teachers tried to reach me, there's nothin' they can teach me
AP flooded with Fiji (yeah)
Ooh
I pulled up in a Benz truck, ooh
You pulled up in your friend's truck, hmm
Better watch out for the scammers, ooh
Boy, you better get your bands up, hmm
She a pretty little dancer, ooh
I might take her to my mansion, hmm
Hit her, then I vanish, ooh
All about my business, hmm
.40 on the dresser, niggas actin' reckless
They don't want that pressure, yeah, yeah
Dressed up in Hermes stuff, different Gucci sweaters
Bustdown on the bezel, yeah, yeah
She don't love me, she just love my fragrance
I spent so much on my chain, it just don't make sense
To all my family and all my niggas, I'm still gon' break bread
And all my secrets, can you keep it?
Please don't say shit
'Cause if she feelin' me, then I'ma be all in there like, "Oh"
She gon' swear to me that no one else can hit that like, "Oh, oh"
I don't wanna go through this, I been there before
Bitches with no makeup, yeah, I love it
You know
Ooh
I pulled up in a Benz truck, ooh
You pulled up in your friend's truck, hmm
Better watch out for the scammers, ooh
Boy, you better get your bands up, hmm
She a pretty little dancer, ooh
I might take her to my mansion, hmm
Hit her, then I vanish, ooh
All about my business, hmm
All about my (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
All about my business (hmm)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
All about my business (hmm)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
All about my business, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
All about my
I pulled up in a Benz truck, ooh
You pulled up in your friend's truck, hmm
Better watch out for the scammers, ooh
Boy, you better get your bands up, hmm
She a pretty little dancer, ooh
I might take her to my mansion, hmm
Hit her, then I vanish, ooh
All about my business
Buy my hood bitch a Lexus
She told me I'm the bestest, diamonds in my necklace (ooh)
Everything I do impressive
Always in my best fit, I don't need a press kit (ooh)
My-my time is too precious
I ignore her message, already on the next bitch (ooh)
She wet just like a jet-ski
Took her on the jet, she let me f*ck her and her bestie (ooh)
Heard they wanna test me, but I got a cheat sheet
Sendin' hits on repeat (yeah)
My teachers tried to reach me, there's nothin' they can teach me
AP flooded with Fiji (yeah)
Ooh
I pulled up in a Benz truck, ooh
You pulled up in your friend's truck, hmm
Better watch out for the scammers, ooh
Boy, you better get your bands up, hmm
She a pretty little dancer, ooh
I might take her to my mansion, hmm
Hit her, then I vanish, ooh
All about my business, hmm
.40 on the dresser, niggas actin' reckless
They don't want that pressure, yeah, yeah
Dressed up in Hermes stuff, different Gucci sweaters
Bustdown on the bezel, yeah, yeah
She don't love me, she just love my fragrance
I spent so much on my chain, it just don't make sense
To all my family and all my niggas, I'm still gon' break bread
And all my secrets, can you keep it?
Please don't say shit
'Cause if she feelin' me, then I'ma be all in there like, "Oh"
She gon' swear to me that no one else can hit that like, "Oh, oh"
I don't wanna go through this, I been there before
Bitches with no makeup, yeah, I love it
You know
Ooh
I pulled up in a Benz truck, ooh
You pulled up in your friend's truck, hmm
Better watch out for the scammers, ooh
Boy, you better get your bands up, hmm
She a pretty little dancer, ooh
I might take her to my mansion, hmm
Hit her, then I vanish, ooh
All about my business, hmm
All about my (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
All about my business (hmm)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
All about my business (hmm)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
All about my business, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
All about my
Writer: Artist Dubose, Jake Aujla, Navraj Goraya, Rex Kudo
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Hoodie SZN (SZN pronounced "season") is the second studio album by American rapper A Boogie wit da Hoodie. It was released on December 21, 2018. Features included Juice WRLD, 6ix9ine, Nav, Offset, Tyga, Young Thug, and Queen Naija, among others.
The track "Odee" had originally been made available online on March 23, 2018. The track "Pull Up" was previously included on the EP International Artist. The album was preceded by single "Look Back at It".
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A Boogie Wit da HoodieThe track "Odee" had originally been made available online on March 23, 2018. The track "Pull Up" was previously included on the EP International Artist. The album was preceded by single "Look Back at It".
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap, R&B
Producer(s): Artist "A Boogie" Dubose (exec.), Quincy "QP" Acheampong (exec.), Sambon "Bubba" Camara (exec.), C.P Dubb, Chaz Mazzota, Ghost, Chris Rose, Figurez, Go Grizzly, Hitmaka, Iloveryno, J. Holt, Jaegen, Jahaan Sweet, Kenny Beats, KillaGraham, London on da Track, Myster Whyte, Niaggi, Pluss, Rex Kudo, Richie Souf, Robert Blake, Jr., SkipOnDaBeat, Wolf Boy Media, Slade da Monsta, T-Minus, The Atomix, Young Troy, Prettyboy P
Length: 61:34
Released: December 21st, 2018
Year: 2018