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Big Scarr - Big Grim Reaper Album Lyrics



Big Scarr - Big Grim Reaper Lyrics






Grim Reaper

(Red dead, I'm so f*ckin' bumpin', bruh)
Woah (Frozone)
Woah (Frozone), woah (Frozone), let's go (Frozone)
Big Frozone (let's go)
I'm him, I'm who they want to be (let's go, let's go)
Let's go (let's go)

Woah (woah)
I drop a bag and they go catch a body (go get it)
My bitch is too bad, I bought her a new body (new bitch)
Scat pack the Charger, this bitch a wide body (do it again)
Smokin' dead niggas, I call 'em exotic (do it again)
No Jaden Smith, we keep sticks like a riot (baow)
Yeah, I rock me a show then re-up with the profit (yeah)
I set the trend and these lil' niggas copy (yeah)
I don't know why broke niggas make me the topic (boom)
Thirty racks stuffed in my pocket (boom)
Strapped up with that rocket (boom)
He dead if he thinkin' 'bout robbin' (he dead)
I'ma pull up, get to sparkin', I'm not with the arguin'
These rappin'-ass niggas be flodgin'
And it's gon' cost for a verse, if this rappin' don't work
Then it's back puttin' bowls on the market (on God)
Play with the gang, that's a curse, teddy bears and t-shirts
How you slide and ain't hit your target? (Huh?)

Pull up in space coupe like a Martian (Martian)
Hundred round drum on my gun like I'm marchin' (woah)
Put that shit on everyday like I'm Martin (woah)
Trap out the 'partments 'til they call the marshals (yeah)
Catch me at Saks, no more shoppin' at Marshall's
If it's a problem, gon' bome down and solve it (yeah)
Designer bags when I make a deposit
Pink patty Perc' and the Wock' got me dizzy and nauseous (woah, woah)
Still hit the stage and I'll rock it (yeah)
Know I gotta pop it (yeah)
Water on me like a faucet (drip)
And beat the trap up like I'm boxin' (wait, beat it up)
Get on the beat and I, woah
Get on the beat and I walk it
Sippin' on Wock', this ain't coffee (no coffee)
Ice on my neck like a faucet (faucet)
Surrounded by bosses
Talkin' broke shit, boy, you lost it (you lost it)

Woah (woah)
I drop a bag and they go catch a body (go get it)
My bitch is too bad, I bought her a new body (new bitch)
Scat pack the Charger, this bitch a wide body (do it again)
Smokin' dead niggas, I call 'em exotic (do it again)
No Jaden Smith, we keep sticks like a riot (baow)
Yeah, I rock me a show then re-up with the profit (yeah)
I set the trend and these lil' niggas copy (yeah)
I don't know why broke niggas make me the topic (boom)
Thirty racks stuffed in my pocket (boom)
Strapped up with that rocket (boom)
He dead if he thinkin' 'bout robbin' (he dead)
I'ma pull up, get to sparkin', I'm not with the arguin'
These rappin'-ass niggas be flodgin'
And it's gon' cost for a verse, if this rappin' don't work
Then it's back puttin' bowls on the market (on God)
Play with the gang, that's a curse, teddy bears and t-shirts
How you slide and ain't hit your target?

Frozone
Big Grim Reaper gang, 18-18
Snatch a nigga soul, can't get your soul back
Let's go
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Writer: Alexander Woods, Jorres Nelson
Copyright: Lyrics © MIME MUSIC WORLDWIDE




Get It In

(Let the Bandplay)
Let's go
Woah
Let's go (let's go), let's go (let's go), let's go (woah, woah)
Frozone (woah, woah)
Let's (let's go)
Let's (let's go)
Let's (let's go)
Let's go

We get it and stack it up, that's why they mad at us
Got me a steamer truck, couldn't ride the MATA bus, woah
Water on me like my name was Lil' Boat (name was Lil' Boat)
Used to dog hoes, now they call me the G.O.A.T. (call me the G.O.A.T.)
Throw dirt on my name, they ain't want me to grow (uh-uh)
I took my L with my back on the ropes (back on the ropes)
I'm a young legend, I give the streets hope (hope)
Never got on no beat and said shit I ain't know (uh-uh)

Yeah, we get 'em and and we put 'em in motion (motion)
Lean in my cup, bitch, I'm sippin' on potion (I'm movin' slow-motion)
These niggas envy, can't leave it unnoticed (uh-uh)
Wop told me, "Stay down, you gotta stay focused" (gotta stay focused)
Ice on my face, Cartier the bifocals (icy, icy)
Daytona Scat, yeah, six-four on my motor (yoom)
Tag the back end and go meet with the grower (grower)
Said I was done, guess I lied to my lawyer (I lied)
We want the smoke, we ain't tryin' to avoid it (we slidin')
This for them niggas who type on keyboard
Might blow me a ten at the mall 'cause I'm bored (I'll blow it)
Grab the fire Glock, he'll be dead 'fore he know it (know it)
When I leave the club, watch the bitches aboard (aboard)
He don't like my song, but his bitch like supportin' (bitch like supportin')
SRT roll like a old dinosaur (woah)
When we in the club, dirty sticks in the club (woah)

We get it and stack it up, that's why they mad at us
Got me a steamer truck, couldn't ride the MATA bus, woah
Water on me like my name was Lil' Boat (name was Lil' Boat)
Used to dog hoes, now they call me the G.O.A.T. (they call me the G.O.A.T.)
Throw dirt on my name, they ain't want me to grow (uh-uh)
I took my L with my back on the ropes (back on the ropes)
I'm a young legend, I give the streets hope (hope)
Never got on no beat and said shit I ain't know (uh-uh, shit I ain't know, nah)

Got on my shit, bitch, I feel like a boss
Get you a bag 'fore you crash 'cause it cost
How you gon' win and you can't take a loss?
I'm at it again like I never fell off
Don't f*ck with too many 'cause niggas be cross
VVS diamonds hit hard when I'm flossin'
Come get up with me, bitch, stop all that talkin'

We get it and stack it up, that's why they mad at us
Got me a steamer truck, couldn't ride the MATA bus, woah
Water on me like my name was Lil' Boat (name was Lil' Boat)
Used to dog hoes, now they call me the G.O.A.T. (they call me the G.O.A.T.)
Throw dirt on my name, they ain't want me to grow (uh-uh)
I took my L with my back on the ropes (back on the ropes)
I'm a young legend, I give the streets hope (hope)
Never got on no beat and said shit I ain't know (uh-uh)

Nah, nope
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Writer: Alexander Woods, Krishon Gaines
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Poppin

(Bandpl-)
(Let the Bandplay)
Let's go
Big Frozone
Let's go
Grim Reaper Gang
Snatch your soul, can't get your soul back
Let's go

Woah (woah)
I walk around with this drum like I'm Nick Cannon (Nick Cannon)
Bust off the rip, if I up it, I won't panic (I won't panic)
Walk in G-Star, buy the fit off the mannequin (off the mannequin)
I'm on a yacht, f*ckin' different Dominicans (Dominicans)
He not a plug on the bowls, he the middleman (middleman)
Seats in the coupe peanut butter like Peter Pan (like Peter Pan)
Niggas hate me, but they bitch is my biggest fan (biggest fan)

Woah, I'm poppin', I'm feelin' like I'm the man (I'm the man)
Bitches see me and forget about oxygen, uh
Drive and skrrt it like a rocket ship (pew-pew)
Heavyweight champion, check how my pockets built, uh (woah)
I ain't finish school, f*ck a scholarship (no)
Dissin' the gang, that their shit got your partner killed, woah
I fell in love with the vacuum seal
I had the scale before I had me a record deal, woah (on God)
Dumped the whole clip, that's a overkill
Young niggas with me strapped up like the Navy SEALs, woah
These niggas not who they say they is (no, no)
You ain't in the field, you just been in a fire drill, woah
I feel the hate in the atmosphere, I drop a bag
Get a bitch nigga out of here, woah (gone)
I ain't with that internet beef, you can have it
Make my young niggas pull up, get to blastin' (pew, pew)
I'll rock the show with my Glock, I ain't lackin'
Perc' and the addys, I'm feelin' fantastic (woah)
Designer fabrics, Supreme on my jacket (Supreme)
This rap shit too easy, this ain't nothin' but practice (yeah)
I'm in my bag, I'm just sittin' back, relaxin' (woah)
Can't show no love on them bags, yeah, I'm taxin' (nope)
These niggas snitchin', they tellin' what happened (woah)
I don't want no smoke, man, you niggas can have it
Niggas be cappin' on wax and be braggin' (woah)
Racks in my pocket, my pants lookin' baggy (woah)
Christian Dior on Moncler got me tacky (woah)
Rich nigga drippin' in high class fashion (woah)

Let's go
Woah (let's go)
Woah, woah, let's go (let's go)

Woah
I walk around with this drum like I'm Nick Cannon (Nick Cannon)
Bust off the rip, if I up it, I won't panic (I won't panic)
Walk in G-Star, buy the fit off the mannequin (off the mannequin)
I'm on a yacht, f*ckin' different Dominicans (Dominicans)
He not a plug on the bowls, he the middleman (middleman)
Seats in the coupe peanut butter like Peter Pan (like Peter Pan)
Niggas hate me, but they bitch is my biggest fan
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Writer: Alexander Woods, Krishon Gaines
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Frozone

(Ayy, Heavy, turn that beat up, though)
Uh, mmm-hmm (let the BandPlay)
Yup
These bitch-ass niggas doin' all this motherf*ckin' talkin'
I ain't even doin' no more talkin'
There ain't nothin' to say, ain't nothin' to talk about
This all you gon' hear from me
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, haha
I'm with your bitch, beatin' her from the back
When I be hittin' it from the back, ah
Hold on, hold on

Uh, uh, hold on, uh
Ice on me cold like I'm Frozone (ice)
Cartier watch, hit up two-tone (bling)
Shit on these niggas, that sex got you dead wrong (dead wrong)
We done made packs off a flip phone
Trappin' and rappin', post up 'til he get gone (get gone)
Like how he get signed off of two songs?
Only been rappin' six months, it ain't take long (take long)

I f*cked the lil' shawty, gotta cum on
Catch him in traffic, hit him up 'til the truck gone
Greedy lil' bitch got her head gone
Send the airhead to get both of their head blown
Never ever, ever, would I go like that
Gainin' on the gang, checkers, nigga, not chess
Go against the gang, get your head put to rest
A-1 drop, let the car come and test
Came in raw, but I still remixed
Pushin' more weight than LA Fitness
Blow a light dub, bought some drip in Lenox
G-RAW shirt, one pack cost fifty
Hundred on the lines just to f*ck up my kidney
Ain't about the money, then nigga, I ain't listenin'
I'ma slide every time, give a f*ck if it risky
Rich-ass nigga, still posted in the trenches
Uh, yup, new opp dead, now the feds out to get me
Say he catch a body, but he know that shit fixin'
If I'm on the move, then Yoda comin' with me
God with his ass, next time, can't miss him
Hundred bills at the spot, gotta dismiss him
Automatic choppa, yeah, I shoot it with a rhythm
I could drop a bag, get 'em up in a blender (brr, brr, brr, brr)
Nigga talkin' gangster, who the f*ck got killed?
Would have been dead, but the feds got a tip
Valley Bank, J keep the HK still
Catch 'em down bad, I'ma dump the whole clip
Give a f*ck about your man, get your best man killed
Feelin' like the mayor, yeah, the man of the year
Had a clear shot, still hit me in the hip
Lightbulb diamond, shinin' like a chandelier
Maybach slidin' but I'm ridin' in the rear
All our opps dyin', it's a celebration year
Diamonds ain't these, see-through, crystal clear
Yeah, I signed a deal, that don't mean I'm in the clear
Still hoppin' with the choppa, make a nigga disappear
Was ridin' steam, now I'm flyin' in the Lear
So Icy Gang, make a bitch say, "Brr"

Uh, hold on, uh
Ice on me cold like I'm Frozone (uh)
Cartier watch, hit up two-tone
Shit on these niggas, that sex got you dead wrong
We done made packs off a flip phone
Trappin' and rappin', post up 'til he get gone
Like how he get signed off of two songs?
Only been rappin' six months, it ain't take long
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Writer: Alexander Woods, Krishon Gaines
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Ballin in LA

(Once again I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)

Dear God, I been takin' meds (meds) just to deal with this anxiety (blrrrd)
And they label me as violent, say I'm a menace to society (menace to society)
And these niggas keep on copyin' me, I'ma change my page to private (switchin' it up)
'Cause killers movin' silence, she know we keep it quiet (blrrrd)
My jit done did so many hits, he say that he retirin' (I'm givin' up)
Might bring him back like Jordan with that .45, now he firin' (blrrrd, blrrrd)
They thought that I was sleep but they woke up the sleepin' giant (they woke me up)
Police say that we terrorists (ayy), they treat me like a tyrant
We keep on takin' shit, it's like we think that we some pirates (blrrrd, blrrrd, give it up, yeah)
He got shot in his shit (blrrrd), we dipped 'fore we heard the siren (blrrrd, blrrrd)
They never thought that I'd pull up in that brand-new Ferrari ('Rari)
They keep on coppin' deuces back, trey sevens and sayin', "Sorry" (sorry)
Said I was fed and outta shape, I'm ballin' like Kyle Lowry (swish)
Eat steak and fettuccini, lobster, shrimp and calamari
I'm out in Cali', dressed in Bali' strapped up at the fortress (blrrrd, blrrrd)
These shoes I got on cost at least ten times your pair of Forces (Forces)

Ballin' in LA, the place where rappers get it extorted (no)
But I'm a walkin' murder charge, a case, I can afford it (blrrrd)
This lil' bitch a freak, she keep on beggin' me, "Record it" ('cord it)
I looked into the mirror and told myself, "I'm gorgeous" (yeah, yeah, gorgeous, blrrrd)

Ayy, big Shiesty gang we extortin' shit (extortin' shit)
I'm really rich, I'm robbin', might slime my way on a Forbes list (yeah, Forbest list)
I might just go two Cartiers (Cartiers), skeleton-face my other wrist (my other wrist)
Tryna come spin while I'm in Cali' (blrrrd), I get your lil' brother hit (brother hit)
I popped a upper 'fore I took her down, she bought some guns for me (let's go)
No, ain't no postin' in my hood (no), if you wasn't in the slums with me (no, no)
I'm slimy as it get, the king cobra, bitch, I play for keeps (we play for keeps)
CG pulled up in the Jeep (blrrrd), ski masked up with new .223's (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Say on the internet he want me dead, real life he squashin' beef (facts)
B-Wop make a troll, he press that button, may you rest in peace (ayy, get you whacked)
We chopped him in seven pieces, they ain't found him in a week (no)
I ain't got no conscious, kill my kinfolk if they play with me

Woah, let's see how this go
Catch 'em down bad, then we uppin' the score (uppin' the score)
Glock in my hand, got the Drac' on the floor (Drac' on the floor)
Put that fire on his ass, turn his ass to a post' (woah)
Real street nigga, can't beef on a post (no)
These niggas lame, tryna beef 'bout a ho (woah)
Got it tucked every show, need to stay with my pole
Woah (let's go), f*ck a three-ninety-two, drive the 'cat like I'm Joe, mmm
I act a fool, do the most, woah (woah)
Aim for the head, get up close, blow
Let's go (let's go), these niggas hatin', they feelin' 'bout hoes
Bag on ya head, now they wipin' ya nose
Take the back-end, and go blow it on clothes

Ballin' in LA, the place where rappers get it extorted (no)
But I'm a walkin' murder charge, a case, I can afford it (blrrrd)
This lil' bitch a freak, she keep on beggin' me, "Record it" ('cord it)
I looked into the mirror and told myself, "I'm gorgeous" (yeah, yeah)
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Writer: Alexander Woods, Lontrell Williams, Radric Davis, Tiquon Pryor
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Joe Dirt

(230)
(Let the Bandplay, Band)
Let's go
Woah
Woah, woah, woah
Let's go
Big Frozone
Woah, woah, let's go

Long way from trappin' up out the apartments
Now I hit the stage with them racks in my garments (my garments)
All the hoes love me, they always astonished (astonished)
Can't figure me out, they all makin' assumptions (assumptions)
I lie to the ho 'fore I tell her a promise (woah)
So don't tell yo' friends 'less I did it or done it (go)
How you a shooter? It went down, you was runnin' (woah)
These niggas hate 'cause I'm get to the money (the money)

I'm stuntin' (I'm stuntin')
Stayed down and I ran up my money (my money)
In the Hills, a long way from the dungeon (the dungeon)
Never goin' back broke, that's a promise (uh-uh)
What's a drought? Never had a malfunction (nah)
Ninety-three gasoline when we pumpin' (gas)
Supercharged, you can hear it when I'm comin' (yoom)
If I'm drivin', the dread is the gunman

Keep stackin' the bread, it keep comin' (keep comin')
Perc' got me walkin' dead, like I'm a zombie (I'm a zombie)
Drugs got me mad, cut my bitch off for nothin' (damn)
I hit the mall with my fire and in public (damn)
Look the wrong way you can die just for muggin' (on God)
Numb all that naggin' and buggin' (frrp)
Say I'ma die, shoot my shot at her cousin (gang)
Agreeable guy, I forever hold my grudges (let's go)
Stop puttin' on an act, you ain't livin' like that (no, no)
You ain't caught you no body, lil' nigga, relax (nah)
The batch come in cheap, but I add on the tax (yeah)
This shit off the top, yeah, this shit nothin' but facts (never)
It don't matter how they got it, is you gonna get it back? (Woah)
Had a dream I was broke, I been up ever since (what)
If I take his soul, no, you can't get it back (you can't get it back)

Long way from trappin' up out the apartments
Now I hit the stage with them racks in my garments (racks in my)
All the hoes love me, they always astonished (astonished)
Can't figure me out, they all makin' assumptions (assumptions)
I lie to the ho 'fore I tell her a promise (woah)
So don't tell yo' friends 'less I did it or done it (I done it)
How you a shooter? It went down, you was runnin' (woah)
These niggas hate 'cause I'm get to the money (the money)

I'm stuntin' (I'm stuntin')
Stayed down and I ran up my money
In the Hills, a long way from the dungeon (woah)
Never goin' back broke, that's a promise (that's a promise)
What's a drought? Never had a malfunction (nope)
Ninety-three gasoline when we pumpin' (we pumpin')
Supercharged, you can hear it when I'm comin' (I'm comin')
If I'm drivin', the dread is the gunman

Woah, let's go
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Writer: Alexander Woods, Krishon Gaines
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




SoIcyBoyz 3

(Tay Keith, this too hard)
Ayy, ayy, brrt

Section 8 'partments, I'm valid on payment (sold out of main)
Servin' narcotics like back in the eighties (back in the eighties)
We got the gas you can't get at the station (no)
A J hit the dope and then made 'em go crazy (no, a J hit the dope)
We got more drugs than the nurses at Grady (nurses at Grady)
Worst come to worst I'ma sell Nancy Reagan (sell Nancy Reagan)
Woke up today, I community gated (community gated)
Looked in the mirror like, "Nigga, you made it" (nigga we made it)
Thinkin' 'bout all of the charges I skated
From robbin' and takin' and enter and breakin' (they giving it up)
I shake the pot, made it jump to an 80 (jump)
Smokin' Jamaican, eyes low as an Asian
I'm all in Miami, strapped up like a Haitian (all strapped)
Peep that they fakin', I they feel the vibration (shakin' 'em up)
Bullets gon' hit, feel a burnin' sensation
Flippin' that turf, have you runnin' and racin'
These junkies my patients, they walkin' and pacin' (what up? What up?)
I had to cook up, had to tell 'em, "Be patient" (cookin' it up)
In my duplex with the bricks in the basement (bricks in the basement)
Real street nigga, never wrote no statement
They tell 'em to come out, we hardest to come out (hardest to come out)
Ball like I'm Jordan, yeah, I stuck my tongue out (stuck my tongue out)
Niggas got no cars, they stickin' they thumb out (stickin' they thumb out)
Keep it a hunnid, I'm bringin' the drum out (bringing', brrt)
I put my gun out, let's see how they turn out (how they gon' turn out)
Might just be bookin', they won't put the blunt out (won't put the blunt out)
They say it's a drug, make it rain when the sun out (skrrt, skrrt)
All red Royce, skrrt-skrrt, do a rollout (skrrt, skrrt)
My word is the law, no cap in my bars (no)
Put ice on my heart and put tats on my scars (no)
Might won a battle but lost the war (lost the war)
1017, we bought the bar

I got sixty shots in this Drac', he move once, won't move again
Talkin' all that shit, we broke his bones, his ass done caught the wind
Tolerate, no disrespect, I'm Beyblade how I get to spinnin'
Dump him in that water, he ain't swimmin', boy, that nigga missin' (whoa, whoa, whoa)

We don't blank on missions, now he missin' swimmin' with the fishes (he with the fishes)
Wockhardt got me pissin', diamonds glisten, strapped up with that glizzy
All my clothes be fitted, G-Star denim, these not True Religion (no True Religion)
If I take your soul, I'm not repentin', Grim Reaper my religion (I'm not no Christian)
Can't show the internet how I be livin'
Sticks steamer, ride through the city (city)
Stay out the way and get paid, niggas all in they feelings
On the internet, talkin' like bitches (y'all actin' like bitches)
Money comin' different ways, I'm a jugger
Got Dracs and them bows while I'm breakin' a bitch (I'm breakin' yo' bitch)
Yellow gold on my wrist lookin' like piss (piss)
If I go broke, then I'm takin' a risk
How you be slammin', but nobody got hit? (Huh?)
Yeah, we double back if we feel like we missed
Yeah, I drop the opp 'fore I drop me a hit
I'm not like these rappers, I'm not finna diss
They havin' cake, make your bitch make a wish (wish)
I keep throwin' up, niggas keep havin' fits (yeah)
Ten thousand ain't nothin, blow this shit on a fit (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Remember they doubted me, now look, I'm rich (what?)
Still in the hood, posted up with the bricks
I still will mask up, put that fire on them bitches (on God)
Niggas be put up when I'm in the city (yup)
I'm tired of beefin' with niggas who snitches (y'all niggas is snitches)
Niggas don't want smoke, they just want attention (what?)
Double like Davy, we standin' on business (we standin' on business)
We really 'bout action, these niggas pretendin' (pretendin')

Ay, Big Brr
Yeah, big F&N for these f*ck niggas (f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)
Low Joe, choppas grab your venom (grab FNs)
I'm still with them killers from the A, you know who shoot the biz
Ayy, I passed the shot off to KD, felt like the point guard on the Knicks
I'm overdue, so Wock' trill trees, and 'bout two Percocets
I talk shit like I'm five hundred pounds, I'm strapped with like three hundred rounds
And I still'll take your bowl from you, know who quick to slime some shit down
Got thirty thousand on his top, now they on his ass like he flagrant foul
I got a cup, no, you can't come around, poured an 8 on this zombie town
And it cost to move, 'cause when I had jaded
Make sure you sure two clip when you run down (ay)
Police keep takin' my guns, I can't run out
Slip on his block for so long, now the sun out
Got rich, turn my apartments up, I took my chain back to the compund
We go by codes up in the field, drop an opp, we call that a touchdown
(Brrt, brrt, Big Brr)
(huh, huh)

I got sixty shots in this Drac', he move once, won't move again
Talkin' all that shit, we broke his bones, his ass done caught the wind
Tolerate, no disrespect, I'm Beyblade how I get to spinnin'
Dump him in that water, he ain't swimmin', boy, that nigga missin'
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Writer: Alexander Woods, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Kwame Khalil Brown, Lontrell Williams, Radric Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




No Ball

(Bandpl-)
This my shit, haha (let the Bandplay)
Frozone
Yeah, uh, so icy, yeah
Frozone
Uh, gang, uh, gang, gang, gang, uh

Young niggas shoot and they score with no ball (no ball)
Aim for a kill like I'm Steven Seagal (I'm Steven Seagal)
Might blow the whole bag when I walk in G RAW (I walk in the mall)
Take that shit off the rack, give a f*ck what it costs (give a f*ck what it costs)
Shooters on payroll, yeah, bitch, I'm the boss (I'm the boss)
Better think twice 'fore you throw you a cross ('fore you throw you a cross)
This is a 'Cat, not a Scat, hit the gas and get lost (get lost)
I done came up, I'll never fall off (I'll never fall off, uh, no, no) (uh-uh)

Got rich off one song, got me feelin' like I'm the man (I'm the man)
I was just in my cell, tryin' to get me some contraband (get me some contraband)
Now these racks in my pocket all blue with no rubber band (no rubber band, blue)
No rubber band (blue)
Pull up with drums on AR's like a marchin' band (brrt)
Locked in with the plug, screamin', "Bowls never broke again"
Just dropped the load on the floor like some grocery bags
I get high, out my mind, out in space like a zodiac (like a zodiac)
Hearin' rumors 'bout niggas gettin' off, I don't know 'bout that (I don't know 'bout that)
Tried to get you some clout, you damn near got your brother whacked (got your brother whacked)
Ride 'round the city, stolo with some dealer tags (stolen tags, stolen car, yoom)
Young niggas hop out with that heat, tryin' to grill 'em (tryin' to grill 'em)
Yeah, we snatchin' souls, double R, the Grim Reaper Gang (Grim Reaper Gang)
These niggas hoes, they can't come in my domain (uh-uh)
Teacher asked me what I am, bitch, the dough man (the dough man)
I watched my unc' and them bust down the whole thing (the whole thing)
I got three fives or better, I don't f*ck with no cocaine (no)
Bust down Cartier, nigga, f*ck a plain jane (bling)
Big body Maybach, takin' up two lanes
Automatic chopper, ain't no need for a gun range (brrt-brrt)
Niggas ain't killer, how you missin' and you close range?
Peek-a-boo shootin' ass nigga, that's a damn shame

Young niggas shoot and they score with no ball (no ball)
Aim for a kill like I'm Steven Seagal (I'm Steven Seagal)
Might blow the whole bag when I walk in G RAW (I walk in the mall)
Take that shit off the rack, give a f*ck what it costs (give a f*ck what it costs)
Shooters on payroll, yeah, bitch, I'm the boss (I'm the boss)
Better think twice 'fore you throw you a cross ('fore you throw you a cross)
This is a 'Cat, not a Scat, hit the gas and get lost (get lost)
I done came up, I'll never fall off (I'll never fall off)
Young niggas shoot and they score with no ball (no ball)
Aim for a kill like I'm Steven Seagal (I'm Steven Seagal)
Might blow the whole bag when I walk in G RAW (I walk in the mall)
Take that shit off the rack, give a f*ck what it costs (give a f*ck what it costs)
Shooters on payroll, yeah, bitch, I'm the boss (I'm the boss)
Better think twice 'fore you throw you a cross ('fore you throw you a cross)
This is a 'Cat, not a Scat, hit the gas and get lost (get lost)
I done came up, I'll never fall off (I'll never fall off)

Young nigga walk you down like Texas Ranger (lone ranger)
Hop out that double R truck with it hangin' (with it hangin')
Reach for my neck at a show and I'm blankin' (blankin')
Nah, I ain't Mystikal, I'm screamin', "Danger" (danger)
Choppers with green beams and scopes, came from Pakistan (brrt)
Everybody know I'm the G.O.A.T. like I ain't the man
Used to be broke, I had soap, you wouldn't understand (it's different)
Pillow talk to the ho, we can't dap up then (pussy)
How you gon' do it, make me f*ck her and her friend
I'll let it go broad day, f*ck the circumstance (brrt)
I'm servin' P's just to eat, they in turkey bags (trap)
I'm goin' up on my own, don't need photo tags
I pulled the whip off the lot just to show my ass (yoom)
I mix the Dior and Dolce like, "F*ck the fashion"
Every time you see, got twenty, I ain't gotta ask 'em (twenty)
I give her dope dick, ain't no Birkin bag (bitch)
I be with killers and gangsters, no purse snatchers (for real)
Been certain too long, I can't go backwards (no)
Pop pills, and these niggas, we throw backwards (we throw backwards)
If they ain't down to do it, then go ask 'em (go ask 'em)
From Memphis, I shoot just like Joe Jackson (like Joe, shoot)
It's tatted on me, I'm a soul snatcher (take a soul)
See, me and you gon' get the whole pack in (it's me) (the whole pack in)
I'm ball hoggin', bitch, I don't do passin'

Young niggas shoot and they score with no ball (no ball)
Aim for a kill like I'm Steven Seagal (I'm Steven Seagal)
Might blow the whole bag when I walk in G RAW (I walk in the mall)
Take that shit off the rack, give a f*ck what it costs (give a f*ck what it costs)
Shooters on payroll, yeah, bitch, I'm the boss (I'm the boss)
Better think twice 'fore you throw you a cross ('fore you throw you a cross)
This is a 'Cat, not a Scat, hit the gas and get lost (get lost)
I done came up, I'll never fall off (I'll never fall off)
Young niggas shoot and they score with no ball (no ball)
Aim for a kill like I'm Steven Seagal (I'm Steven Seagal)
Might blow the whole bag when I walk in G RAW (I walk in the mall)
Take that shit off the rack, give a f*ck what it costs (give a f*ck what it costs)
Shooters on payroll, yeah, bitch, I'm the boss (I'm the boss)
Better think twice 'fore you throw you a cross ('fore you throw you a cross)
This is a 'Cat, not a Scat, hit the gas and get lost (get lost)
I done came up, I'll never fall off (I'll never fall off)
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Writer: Alexander Woods, Krishon Gaines, Marqarius Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Dont Stop

(Tahj Money)
Yup
Frozone
Mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mm
Uh, yup

Uh, yup, shows comin' in, but the P's don't stop (P's don't stop)
Put it in my nine, Ray Charles on the Glock (on the Glock)
Big micro, put a nigga in the box (put him on box)
Designer track runners, double G's on my socks (on my socks)
Uh, nigga, we ain't duckin' no smoke (no, no)
Only time we runnin' when the narcs hit the spot (yeah, the narcs)
Uh, I'm really thuggin' in the streets, only time I'm on the porch is when the box finna drop
Crybaby, snotty nose, boogers in the watch (boogers in the watch)
Psychic vision, had a dream 'bout the guap (dream 'bout the guap)
Decapitate a nigga, leave his brains in one spot (brains in one spot)
Contaminate the Glock, fresh blood from a opp (yeah, a opp)
Nigga, we ain't squashin' no beef (no, no)
Spin again and again 'til somebody else drop (gotta drop)
You would have been dead but you workin' with the cops (workin' with the cops)

Uh (what?)
Yup (yup)
Certified shooters on point like a sniper (shooters on go)
F*ck a Hellcat, pulled up in the Viper (yoom)
Shitbag a nigga, now he gotta wear a diaper
Christian Loub' shoes, bleed red like a psycho (drip)
Hell nah, I don't want the P through the mail
Hit the road, yeah, I still overnight 'em (no ship)
We ain't savin' hoes, yeah, we only one-night 'em (yeah)
I just wanna f*ck, you and her can hold the title (hold the title)
Forty thousand in my jeans, make my pants fit tighter (pants fit tighter)
I'm the chosen one, feelin' light like disciples (like disciples)
Stolen car with the dealer seal, no title (no title)
Free my dogs out the pen', I'm on the road, still writin' 'em (yup)
Can't take me out, up north in New York with the sticks and we screamin', "F*ck Rikers" (yup)
Ride with them choppers like bikers (like bikers)
Shoot shit up, I feel bad for a fighter (for a fighter)
Real street nigga, you a Facebook typer (you a typer)
Ridin' with the gang, right or wrong, you in danger (yup, yup)
Cool with clientele, I don't really serve strangers (nope, nope)
Shooters on go, hell nah, can't tame 'em (brrt)
Smokin' woopty-woop, feds listen, can't name 'em (can't name 'em)
I was down bad in the trap, I done came up (I done came up)
Reach for the chain, guarantee you'll get flamed up (brrt, brrt)

Uh, yup, shows comin' in, but the P's don't stop (P's don't stop)
Put it in my nine, Ray Charles on the Glock (on the Glock)
Big micro, put a nigga in the box (put him on box)
Designer track runners, double G's on my socks (on my socks)
Uh, nigga, we ain't duckin' no smoke (no, no)
Only time we runnin' when the narcs hit the spot (from the narcs)
Uh, I'm really thuggin' in the streets, only time I'm on the porch is when the box finna drop
Crybaby, snotty nose, boogers in the watch (boogers in the watch)
Psychic vision, had a dream 'bout the guap (dream 'bout the guap)
Decapitate a nigga, leave his brains in one spot (brains in one spot)
Contaminate the Glock, fresh blood from a opp (yeah, a opp)
Nigga, we ain't squashin' no beef (no, no)
Spin again and again 'til somebody else drop (gotta drop)
You would have been dead but you workin' with the cops (with the cops)

Bitch-ass nigga
Yup
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Yup
Yup, yup, yup
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Writer: Alexander Woods, Tahj Money
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




IDL

(Ayoza, you wrong for this shit)

Nails long, hair forty inches, hang down to my ass
And I can't never love no nigga the way I love my cash
I'm whippin' foreign engineerin', two hundred on the dash
It ain't no brakes, twenty-five-eight, I'm always on the gas
I'm Gucci-ed down like Radric Davis, paid, I know they hate it (paid)
Can't f*ck with twelve, they try to pull me over, know I'm skatin' (skrrt)
Wakin' up, I'm in the Hills, I'm shocked, I really made it
I get chewed up on the first night, it ain't no bitch I'm datin'
Bitches ain't on shit, don't need no lights, my wrist lit
Don't get in my way, I throw a fit
Skinny bitch, my pockets thick
Your nigga, he ain't shit, he feed you dick and lies
He been eatin' me up, his homeboy be his alibi

I love things about him, but I don't love him (I don't love him)
And if he ain't tryin' to spend that paycheck on me, then it's f*ck him
I get what I get out him, then I duck him (then I duck him)
He go out sad, he spend that bag, I still ain't f*ck him
Mmm, woah, I love things about her, but I don't love her (no)
She f*ckin' with the opps, I swear, it make it hard to trust her (woah)
I get what I get out her, I think she love me (she love me)
Please don't get attached, lil' bitch, you know we only f*ckin' (f*ckin')

Don't like too much about her but the way she f*ck me (but the way she f*ck me)
The ho like fightin' and fussin', so I'm sneakin' with her cousin (been f*ckin' on her cousin)
My lil' sneaky link, she let me f*ck without a rubber (she quick to let me bust it)
Gangster and she gutter, when we slide, she tote the cutter (know she got the cutter)
Uh, my lil' shiesty bitch gave me a move on her brother (woah)
Uh, she say he a sucker and she put that on they mother (woah)
Uh, chopper in my duffle, know I ain't got time to scuffle (no)
Uh, Off-White on my buckle, beige color look like butter (look like butter)
Uh, diamonds hittin' like bubbles, yellow gold look like mustard (just like mustard)
Uh, I like the way she move me, shake that ass, but I can't cuff her (know that I can't cuff her)
Uh, I do it like no other, I keep all my hoes on shuffle (yeah)
They know 'bout each other, man, I think I'm startin' to love 'em (man, I think I love 'em)

I love things about him (damn), but I don't love him (nah)
And if he ain't tryin' to spend that paycheck on me, then it's f*ck him
I get what I get out him (woah), then I duck him (I duck 'em)
Go out sad, he spend that bag (uh), I still ain't f*ck him (I still ain't f*ck 'em)
Mmm, woah, I love things about her (woah), but I don't love her (nah)
She f*ckin' with the opps, I swear, it make it hard to trust her (know that I can't trust her)
I get what I get out her (woah), I think she love me (she love me)
Please don't get attached, lil' bitch, you know we only f*ckin' (you know we only f*ckin')
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Writer: Alexander Woods, Channing Nicole Larry, Isiah Rashaad Carter, Radric Delantic Davis, Rodney Hill, Webster Gradney, Xavier L. Dotson
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Pay Me

(Ka-ching)

Uh, yeah, nah, they ain't want me to make it (nah)
I got a lil' bread, now my own people tryin' to snake me (my people tryin' to snake me)
Just keep it real with me or keep your distance, stop the fakin' (just stop the fakin')
Been crossed too many times, so ain't no more chances I'm takin' (uh-uh)
Uh (nah), now it's my time, I've been patient (yup)
And, no, I can't waste it if money ain't the conversation (no)
Fell in love with blue faces, I count it slow, thumb through it pacin' (thumb through it pacin')
It's bad, they two faced, at first they loved me, now they hate me (and now they hate me)
Uh (damn), nah, they don't want me to make it (no)
But I can't let 'em stop me, I know I'm destined for greatness (destined for greatness)
Survived all situations, pain I took, no, you can't take it (no, you can't take it)
I'm damaged from relations, keep your heart, girl, I might break it (I'ma break it)

Ho, just pay me (pay me)
I know you want a nigga on your side, but, bitch, it ain't me (it ain't me)
Her nigga say we beefin' 'cause I f*cked, nah, he just hate me (he hate me)
My diamonds shinin', HD (bling)
These niggas snitchin', police (police)
Rock out the show, three deep (no security, let's go)
Grim Reaper Gang, you can't hide or get you no sleep (uh-uh)
AR-15 with the shell catcher, hop out on feet (on feet)
Hitters play for keeps, kill everybody for the dirt cheap (the dirt cheap)
I heard that shit you said, but you ain't say it when you seen me (uh-uh)
So Icy Scarr, feel like anemic, too much ice up on me (I'm cold)
No, I don't f*ck with people, I spend my time high and lonely (I'm solo)
I got too used to winnin', I'm on my grind like Tony (on go mode)
They ain't want me to shine, look at me now, bitch, I'm glowin'

Uh, yeah, nah, they ain't want me to make it (nah)
I got a lil' bread, now my own people tryin' to snake me (my people tryin' to snake me)
Just keep it real with me or keep your distance, stop the fakin' (just stop the fakin')
Been crossed too many times, so ain't no more chances I'm takin' (uh-uh)
Uh (nah), now it's my time, I've been patient (yup)
And, no, I can't waste it if money ain't the conversation (no)
Fell in love with blue faces, I count it slow, thumb through it pacin' (thumb through it pacin')
It's bad, they two faced, at first they loved me, now they hate me (and now they hate me)
Uh (damn), nah, they don't want me to make it (no)
But I can't let 'em stop me, I know I'm destined for greatness (destined for greatness)
Survived all situations, pain I took, no, you can't take it (no, you can't take it)
I'm damaged from relations, keep your heart, girl, I might break it (I'ma break it)

Percocets get me through the day
Drugs take my pain away, yeah, I get high to get away (to get away)
I ain't got no time to play, stack the money, stash it away (put it away)
One thing I've learned, when you're poppin', they gon' keep somethin' to say (keep somethin' to say)

They gon' always have somethin' to say
Doesn't matter if you doin' good or bad, they gon' always have somethin' to say
F*ck 'em, though (f*ck 'em, though)
I don't give a f*ck what they got to say about me
I'ma keep poppin' my shit, every time (every time)

Uh, yeah, nah, they ain't want me to make it (nah)
I got a lil' bread, now my own people tryin' to snake me (my people tryin' to snake me)
Just keep it real with me or keep your distance, stop the fakin' (just stop the fakin')
Been crossed too many times, so ain't no more chances I'm takin' (uh-uh)
Uh, now it's my time, I've been patient (yup)
And, no, I can't waste it if money ain't the conversation (no)
Fell in love with blue faces, I count it slow, thumb through it pacin' (thumb through it pacin')
It's bad, they two faced, at first they loved me, now they hate me (and now they hate me)
Uh (damn), nah, they don't want me to make it (no)
But I can't let 'em stop me, I know I'm destined for greatness (destined for greatness)
Survived all situations, pain I took, no, you can't take it (no, you can't take it)
I'm damaged from relations, keep your heart, girl, I might break it (I'ma break it)
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Writer: Alexander Woods, Frank Dechellis, Taylor Sanchez
Copyright: Lyrics © TAPETAYLOR PUBLISHING, WE ARE DANK PUBLISHING




Traphouse

Woah, mmm-mmm-mmm, Frozone
Hahaha
(What up, Noc?)
Woah, woah, woah, woah

Hit it the trap spot, watch me beat it up, uh (beat it up)
She a freaky thot, watch her eat it up (eat it up)
'Fore we hit the block, hit the lights, yeah, we creepin' up, yeah (we creepin' up)
We the reason these niggas teamin' up, uh (teamin' up, teamin' up)
Automatic, hit him with a finisher, uh
Big Glock on the stage, f*ck a Dillinger (f*ck a Dillinger)
Heavy weight chopper knock 'em out, he ain't gettin' up, nope (he ain't gettin' up)
Run off on the plug on the re-up, uh (on the re-up)
Do it bare face, I ain't ski up, no (I ain't ski up)
Drop-top two-seater, can't keep up (can't keep up)
Double R the gang, nigga, we the grim reapers (gang)
Catch a opposition, have me runnin' like a cheetah (like a cheetah)
Real trap nigga, taxin' pounds for a feature (pounds for a feature)
I was in the field, you was sittin' in the bleachers (in the bleachers)
Blue cheese, bankroll, pockets Velveeta (Velveeta)

Uh (uh), and I had to take, man, f*ck the EDD (f*ck a EDD)
Trap boomin' hard, 21 Jump Street
Still in the trap with the P's on repeat
B-B-Balenci' Track Runners, that's a pound of OG (OG)
Just put a deuce of red in the sweet tea
Use the Percocet 10's and the drank for me
Move to slow, can't stand on my feet
Like, woah, woah, woah
Woah (woah, let's go), woah, woah (haha)
Let's go (woah)

Hit it the trap spot, watch me beat it up, uh (beat it up)
She a freaky thot, watch her eat it up (she gon' eat it up)
'Fore we hit the block, hit the lights, yeah, we creepin' up, yeah (we creepin' up)
We the reason these niggas teamin' up, uh (teamin' up, teamin' up)
Automatic, hit him with a finisher, uh
Big Glock on the stage, f*ck a Dillinger (f*ck a Dillinger)
Heavy weight chopper knock 'em out, he ain't gettin' up, nope (he ain't gettin' up)
Run off on the plug on the re-up, uh (on the re-up)
Do it bare face, I ain't ski up, no (I ain't ski up)
Drop-top two-seater, can't keep up (can't keep up)
Double R the gang, nigga, we the grim reapers (gang)
Catch a opposition, have me runnin' like a cheetah (like a cheetah)
Real trap nigga, taxin' pounds for a feature (pounds for a feature)
I was in the field, you was sittin' in the bleachers (in the bleachers)
Blue cheese, bankroll, pockets Velveeta (Velveeta)

Uh, summer '18, yeah, let me take it back
We was slidin', dumpin' on the opps out the Scat (out the Scat)
Servin' out the bowl in a school backpack (school backpack)
Take a nigga pole, he'll never get it back (get it back)
Take a nigga soul, put his body in a bag (body in a bag)
Ridin' 'round, stolo with a new paper tag (vroom)
Do the whole dash, high-speed from the task (outta there)
If rap don't work, I'm back to usin' my sources (my sources)
Good dope sell itself, I ain't have to force it (I ain't have to force it)
Just gotta check through another invoice (another invoice)
It's a Hellcat, but I drive it like a toy (like a toy)
Percs hittin' hard, you could hear it through my voice (blrrrd)
Breakin' P's down in the hotel resort (in the resort)
We love trappin' 'cause this rap shit borin'
(This shit borin', shit lame, yeah, rap niggas lame)

Hit it the trap spot, watch me beat it up, uh (beat it up)
She a freaky thot, watch her eat it up (she gon' eat it up)
'Fore we hit the block, hit the lights, yeah, we creepin' up, yeah (we creepin' up)
We the reason these niggas teamin' up, uh (teamin' up, teamin' up)
Automatic, hit him with a finisher, uh
Big Glock on the stage, f*ck a Dillinger (f*ck a Dillinger)
Heavy weight chopper knock 'em out, he ain't gettin' up, nope (he ain't gettin' up)
Run off on the plug on the re-up, uh (on the re-up)
Do it bare face, I ain't ski up, no (I ain't ski up)
Drop-top two-seater, can't keep up (can't keep up)
Double R the gang, nigga, we the grim reapers (gang)
Catch a opposition, have me runnin' like a cheetah (like a cheetah)
Real trap nigga, taxin' pounds for a feature (pounds for a feature)
I was in the field, you was sittin' in the bleachers (in the bleachers)
Blue cheese, bankroll, pockets Velveeta (Velveeta)

Cheese (uh-uh)
Racks
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Writer: Alexander Woods, Raphael Oliveira
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




I Would Keep Goin

Woah, woah
Grim Reaper Gang (Grim Reaper Gang)
Frozone (Frozone)
Let's go
Woah (Hitemupdayzo)
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah

A-a-ain't scared to kill you
I ain't got no heart or no feelings, can't feel you (uh-uh)
Smokin' on opp pack, this boy smell like mildew (boy smell like mildew)
Cartier watch on my arm give me chills (let's go)
Flawless, my smile, spent a house on the grill (yeah)
Better suit up 'fore you go on a drill (what they do?)
I pop shit every time like I got diarrhea (woah, woah)
Oversea guns sound like bombs from Korea
COVID can't touch me, I keep crackin' seals (I keep crackin' seals)
Rest in peace Kobe, put fours in two liters (fours in two liters)
Kurt Angle move put your bitch in a sleeper (that bitch in a sleeper)
If she do nails and sell hair she a keeper (she a keeper)
Dirty stick gang, ain't no gun 'round me legal (illegal)
This a ghost gun, this bitch come with no serial (come with no serial)
Shots have bein' fired, boy, it's smoke, you can't clear it up (can't clear it up)
Talkin' to twelve only time you put fear in us (fear in us)
Dressed in all black with that MAC with that blrrrd tucked (walk 'round with this blrrrd tucked)
Hit from the back, off the Act', got her tearin' up
They know I won't buy if I can't make a profit (uh-uh)
Ain't gotta rap, I got bowls of exotic (nah)
Still in the hood with them racks in my pocket (racks in my pocket)
Broke niggas always make me the main topic (woah, woah)
Ride 'round with two felons they itchin' for body (they itchin')
Like damn, look at Scarr, he took off like a rocket (yoom)
G-Star my drip everyday, check the collar (check the collar)
Can't leave the mall, I got too used to ballin' (too used to ballin')
Shooters pull up 'bout them problems and solve 'em (and solve 'em)
Shake out your .38, keep a revolver (keep a revolver)
Mud in my cup, ho, I'm straight on the vodka (I'm leanin')
Mud in my cup, I move slow like a toddler (I move like a toddler)
Mud in my cup, I move slow like, mud in my, woah
Tryna slow down think I'm goin' too far
Drive the Scat Pack, cut the curb down Lamar
Ain't no pen and no pad, bitch, shit off the top (off the top)
Ain't been to school, I was stealin' the car (stealin' the car)
I want 'em bare hand, don't give me the drop (no drop)
She use no hands when she givin' me top (me top)
Ridin' 'round 'round the town with my hand on the Glock (on the Glock)
Niggas want beef and they broke, need to stop (woah)
Gu-gu-gucci my shoe just to match with the socks (just to match the socks)
Blow a thousand or better when I walk in G-Star (when I walk in G-Star)
Shotgun AR, knocked the door off the car (off the car)
This your house and car note in this lil' baby bottle (this lil' baby bottle)
Pink patty Perc' make a freak go retarded (go gnarly)
Duckin' from charges, ridin' 'round in the Charger (ridin' in the Charger)
You a bitch, but you poppin', so they disregard it
This no cap, ask to kill you if you don't hit your target (woah)
Designer clothes ain't no more Aeropostale (no more)
No more poor man, bitch, I'm eatin' steak and lobster (no more)
He not a shooter, take him off your roster (stop it)
Dread-headed hitter, they comin' like shottas (like rastas, like shottas)

Splat (splat), splat (splat)
They comin' like shottas (woah)
Let's go (let's go), let's go (let's go), bitch (woah)
Frozone (woah), Frozone, Frozone, Frozone
Hahaha, ayy, this freestyle, this shit off top of the head
You niggas ain't seen me
Let's go (let's go)
Let's go, let's go, let's go (let's go)
Haha (let's go, no cap)
Ayy, you niggas- (straight like that)
No cap
Drop mic', hahahahaha
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Writer: Alexander Woods, Lucas Hornqvist
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




In Color

(Zaytoven)
2020
2021
(Go)

Red and blue Lambo, same color the Zesto's (damn)
Crayola pint, same color as my Retros (wow)
Panoramic roof, same color as Adobo (skrrt)
White diamond chains, same color as some mayo (brr, brr)
This that flavor J.Lo, diamonds same color egg yolk (mwah)
Solitary anklet got her walkin' like her leg broke (huh?)
Pocket full of dead folks, lookin' like I still sell coke (yeah)
Brown Gucci coat cost your arm and your elbow (Gucci)
Exotic Kush from Melrose stickin' to me like VELCRO (ugh)
Brown paper bag crammed with nothin' but blue hunchos (blues)
Wardrobe Willy Wonka, Phantom truck, it's a Tonka (huh?)
Plus all these Trackhawks, you would think Dodge was my sponsor (yoom)
Old school Chevelle geek, monster bumper to bumper (skrrt)
Convertible Bel Airs for players drag racin' Zondas (players)
Trunk slammin', thunder, black and blue like Orlando (Magic)
The Draco all black, but the AR is black and camo, colors

Colors (woah)
All my ice is colors, colors (haan)
I live my life in colors, colors
Plus my world is colors, colors (woah)
And my girl is colors, colors
All my ice is colors, colors (brr, brr)
I live my life in colors, colors (bling-blaow)
Plus my world is colors, colors
And my girl is colors

Off-White on my buckle, same color margarine butter (ugh)
AK came from Russia, niggas broke, they can't touch us (nope)
I flip it, make it double, stash the cash in the duffle (yeah)
Mud in my cup, it's full of bubbles (woah, woah), know I'm sippin' on colors (yeah)
Fell in the deep side in the streets, feel like I'm too real for the industry (woah)
Way before this rap shit, I was puttin' fire on my enemies (on God)
Niggas want me dead, they want me gone, tryin' to get rid of me (nope)
Cartier two-tone, don't look too long, my diamonds glistenin' (blam)
Colors on my ho, lil' bougie ho, stay in the Prada store (yeah)
She miss it, makin' posts, just burn her throat, then I let her go
Who thought that I would blow? Now I'm the G.O.A.T. and, yeah, these niggas know
Now I'm rockin' shows strapped with that pole, you reach, I'll snatch your soul (on God)

Colors (woah)
All my ice is colors, colors (haan)
I live my life in colors, colors
Plus my world is colors, colors (woah)
And my girl is colors, colors
All my ice is colors, colors (brr, brr)
I live my life in colors, colors (bling-blaow)
Plus my world is colors, colors
And my girl is colors
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Writer: Alexander Woods, Charles Glenn, Radric Davis, Tracy Marrow, Xavier Dotson
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




From the Jump

(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)

I knew from the jump I wasn't average
Switched up my ways, had to find a new strategy
Remember they used to look past me
Now every show it's bad bitches attackin' me (bad bitches attackin' me)
Remember my clothes bein' baggy, now it's designer all over my fabrics
Pop shit every day for them days I ain't have it (for the days I ain't have it)
The last of a dyin' breed, forever, I'm lastin' (forever, I'm lastin')
Lil' bro work the stick with a passion (pew, pew)
Really got motion, I ain't out here just braggin' (uh-uh)
My bitch say I blew and left her in the past
It's too many days I've been absent (stop all that naggin')
But I'm on the road, gettin' these backends (these backends)
Security can't search me, so I got the strap in
Green Cartier watch on my wrist like I'm Ben 10
Took losses and crosses, who thought I'd ever win? (Who thought I'd ever win?)

Might take me a flight to Dubai or the Philippines (on God)
Jack of all trades, get the money by any means (I get it on)
I got the sauce, you know I got the recipe (I got)
Stayed to myself, had to do what was best for me (yeah, yeah)
Told Day-Day I got 'em long as I got breath in me (know that I got you)
The money and fame, it changed everythin' around me (woah)
Your intentions a habit, so don't come around me (no)
In deep in the water, I thought I was drownin' (thought I was drownin')
Mama said, "Son, boy, you better sit down" (better sit down)
"You been through too much to keep playin' around" (playin' around)
I was too young, tryin' to figure it out (tryin' to figure it out)
Grandmama's baby, I'm my grandmama's child (oh)
When she left, I was stuck, had to find a way out (oh)
I couldn't go to school, they kept kickin' me out
I couldn't work a job, so I went to the trap

I knew from the jump I wasn't average
Switched up my ways, had to find a new strategy (come on)
Remember they used to look past me
Now every show it's bad bitches attackin' me (bad bitches attackin' me)
Remember my clothes bein' baggy, now it's designer all over my fabrics
Pop shit every day for them days I ain't have it (for the days I ain't have it)
The last of a dyin' breed, forever, I'm lastin' (forever, I'm lastin')
Lil' bro work the stick with a passion (pew, pew)
Really got motion, I ain't out here just braggin' (uh-uh)
My bitch say I blew and left her in the past
It's too many days I've been absent (stop all that naggin')
But I'm on the road, gettin' these backends (these backends)
Security can't search me, so I got the strap in
Green Cartier watch on my wrist like I'm Ben 10
Took losses and crosses, who thought I'd ever win? (Who thought I'd ever win?)
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Writer: Alexander Woods, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Dnny Phntm
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




SoIcyBoyz

Yup
I done came 'cross me a bag (SoIcyBoyz)
I done came 'cross me a bag (SpiffoMadeIt, bitch), yup

I done came 'cross me a bag (a bag)
Just took a trip to Wafi, look like I fell in some glass (bling)
J's up on my feet, I'm tryna get 'em off my ass (get 'em off my ass)
I done signed a deal, that's another reason they mad (I know that why they mad)
Feature prices goin' up, double tax on the bag (tax, tax)
Me and Shiesty came out the mud, we washed our shoes with rags (mud)
This foreign here from the auction, end day, we switch out the tags (switchin' 'em out)
Cge, 1017, double R, yeah, we got 'em mad (blrrrd)

Yeah, yeah, man, I ain't been feelin' like myself (no)
I'm lethal behind this Glizzy, it been with me every step (every step, yeah)
The hottest up in the streets, all this ice on me might just melt (I might melt, yeah)
At first I couldn't get an ounce and now they askin' me for help
Black Draco with the wood, they my favorite kind, understood (that's understood)
I don't move with security, they on payroll in the hood (I run the hood)
Can't go off what you say, you didn't get up, now ain't gon' do it (go do it)
As soon as we get some info on the opps we get straight to it
This drank what got me movin' slow, this life I'm livin' fast (fast)
Kissed the curb in the SRT, I thought I almost crashed (done crashed)
Wop tryna rob the plug, I told him this one get a pass (you get a pass)
I done ranned up me a ham off of movin' them turkey bags (yeah)

And I got so many bags, you would think that I work for Glad (trap)
I'm with Choppa gang, we'll buck the stick, leave your ass in the past (grrah, grrah, boom)
He mad about that ho but she somethin' I already had (fool)
But I don't wanna f*ck again, I don't know why he mad (nah, dummy)
We spin then they don't die, then we spin they block, yeah, again (huh? Spin, spin)
Kill everybody, me and Pooh got the same mind, we twins (yeah)
Said he gon' take this chain, 'fore they take this chain, I'ma die (what? Fool)
Called Pooh, he get real Shiesty with that Glock, you gotta die (grrah, boom, boom)
I bought my youngins choppers, they gon' go slide on a ho (huh? Fool)
I promise they with me, yeah, I taught them youngins the rules (ho)
Was broke but now these diamonds, they icy, just check the price (ice, ice)
Remember bitches used to act now they f*ckin' for likes (ugh)
Scarr, he hurt, he Klay, but I'm Steph, I shoot out the lights (boom)
And if I said it once, I meant it, I won't say it twice (nah, nah, nah)
Was on the block with my dawgs, nigga, yeah, we had to bite (huh? To bite)
And then he said he want smoke, take that nigga on a flight (what? Smoke)

I done came 'cross me a bag (a bag)
Just took a trip to Wafi, look like I fell in some glass (bling)
J's up on my feet, I'm tryna get 'em off my ass (get 'em off my ass)
I done signed a deal, that's another reason they mad (I know that why they mad)
Feature prices goin' up, double tax on the bag (tax, tax)
Me and Shiesty came out the mud, we washed our shoes with rags (mud)
This foreign here from the auction, end day, we switch out the tags (switchin' 'em out)
Cge, 1017, double R, yeah, we got 'em mad (brrt)

Uh, yeah, ball out every day (I ball)
Chopper shoot four-fifty-eight, I upgraded from three-oh-eights (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Glizzy with the auto, sweep ten shots before he jumped the gate
Kick back, get a offer and roll, I'm posted, smokin' Wedding Cake
How the f*ck you killer? Ain't no body come up DOA (ain't no body dead)
Better check your mans, I heard he talkin' to the DEA (he talkin' to the feds)
I been ballin' hard, I'm makin' plays just like the NBA (I ball)
They done f*cked around and let me in, better get out my way

Bitch, yeah
Soicyboyz
1017, 375, 1818
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Writer: Alexander Woods, Lavonte Powers, Kwame Khalil Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




SoIcyBoyz 2

(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
SoIcyBoy, blrrrd, blrrrd
Uh, blrrrd, lets go, lets go, lets go (lets go)
Yeah, uh (yeah), big blrrrd
Yeah, blrrrd, (blrrrd), blrrrd, blrrrd (blrrrd), blrrrd
Lets go, lets go

Pooh, that my snake with that glock in the ride (slatt, slatt)
Pour up a four in the pineapple snap' (snap')
Life like a movie, I'm flippin' through chapters (chapter)
In seventeen months, I done turned to a rapper (rap)
Said he want the smoke, now his folks lightin' candles (blrrrd)
She brung her friend, give a f*ck 'bout the past (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Ayy, broad daylight toe tagged, we whack 'em (we whack 'em)
Every day, buyin' new guns, we active
Big booty bitch, from the back, make it tap (tap, tap)
Brand new hundred, two stick, cant count (cant count)
Pop a little perc' while I'm tryna relapse (relapse)
Spin the block twice, nigga, that's a relap (relap)
Drac' in my pants, now I walk with a limp (limp)
When I'm feelin offended, I'm takin it out (takedown)
Bitch, this a robbery, better not move
Scarr strippin' 'em naked, I'm shakin' 'em down (shakedown)
I love performin' with hoes on stage (yeah)
I just be pickin' bitches out the crowd (let's go)
Designer glocks, no throwaways (nope)
We shoot to kill, gettin' shot in style (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
I done got rich, now a lot of niggas nervous (they mad)
And I just been with a sister named Curry (skrrt-skrrt)
Shootin' on the court, had them young niggas perishin' (they perishin')
I can draw back, cut his life short early (cut early, cut early, yup)

Fix a niggas ass with the choppa like a surgeon (yup)
Remember I was broke takin' baths in detergent (in detergent)
Now these red-bottoms bleedin' on my feet like a virgin (like a virgin)
I could still sell a 'bow at the store by Curry (by Curry)
Shots get pumped, yeah, a nigga, put the word in (put the word in)
Call about some Ps, I'ma get to it, urgent (urgent)
Young rich nigga, yeah, you know I'm still servin' (serve, serve)

I ain't gotta touch no money out of my deal
Nigga, been gettin' to it, now we just gettin' noticed
And we still in the hood on the green box posted
Settin' up shop every day, we open
If you want on some dangerous shit, I'll promote it
If you want slime, we probably scopin'
I got a play, you just gotta be cool
Give me some time, let me put it in motion
And you know they look up to slimy lil' dude
It ain't number one to me, you niggas bogus

Uh, you niggas bogus (blrrrd), yup (big blrrrd)
Uh, I done came up, hoes sayin I'm cocky (I'm cocky)
Thirty bad hoes in the hotel lobby (the hotel lobby)
Water drippin' off me like a Section 8 faucet (like a faucet)
Poppin' my shit, all my hoes say I'm toxic (too cocky)
James harden step back, hit 'em with the rocket (with the rocket)
Still wake up in the hood with them hittas with the spotty (with the spotty)
Cut my choppa, bullets soundin' like a car wreck (like car wreck)
My bitch quit school, now she rich off forex (forex)
Niggas talkin' down on me, hate it, I ignore it (I ignore it)
Supercharged dodge, hit the gas, yeah, floor it (yeah, floor it)
Walk down and hit you in the eye like Floyd (like Floyd)
Too much drip, take a bitch overboard (overboard), uh
Drip, splash
So icy, so icy gang
Yup, yup

Ho
Yeah, I get your main bitch spinnin' like a windmill (huh)
So much ice, you walk by, you get a wind chill (ice, ice)
Yeah, they call me Big Foog, you know I do a big drill (mob)
I ain't do a drive-by, bitch, I did a standstill (boom)
Shout out to big wop, boy, I got a big deal (huh)
Yeah, I got the big drip, bitches call me big spill (drip)
Boy, don't call me dangerous if you don't like a bad peel (grrah)
Boy, I killed the main opp, know that that's a big kill (grrah)
Caught the pussy nigga slippin', yeah, that was a free kill (ho)
Know I pour a four of the mud, had to break the seal (mud)
Disrespect the mob, and yeah, hollow bullet he gon' feel (ho)
From the corner, niggas know I'm good just like Bradley Beal (grrah)
In the kitchen, beat the bowl just like betty (what?)
If I said it, pussy boy, don't forget it (ho)
I'm direct, I never send you a message (never)
I'll kill him and you 'bout to feel it (ho)
Pull up with a stick, niggas know I got a hundred rounds
Choppas hit and make ya break dance, call you Bobby Brown
Double R, choppa gang and the mob'll hunt you down
We gon' dump his ass in the lake, ain't no bodies found (ho)

Pussy ass nigga (mob, nigga)
Y'all can't f*ck with us, ho (blrrrd)
Ho, ho
Foog
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Writer: Alexander Woods, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Kwame Khalil Brown, Lontrell Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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