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BigXthaPlug - Amar Lyrics






Switched Up

(Ephortless)
(Beezo need cash only, you dig?)
Ayy (Ayy)
Yeah (Tony Coles)

How the f*ck did you fold? You was stuck to the code
You was my little bro 'til you switched up
Used to be at my shows, you would stand in front row
You remember how deep was sticked up?
See, your partner's my partners, you trusting my trust
But now if I see 'em, they hit up
She was playin' both sides, she the real money mine
Bet she leave when you're broke and you locked up

I was stuck in that cell, I was fightin' like hell
I got out, got a spot and then locked up
'Memeber whipping the pot turn the powder to rock?
And I starved 'til that paper had stacked up
Spent a whole year runnin' them racks up
The pandemic really was shit, it ain't stop nothin'
You not having that shit, boy, stop fronting
No mo' locations, I'm ready to pop somethin'
I extended my stack 'til the Feds started knocking
You remember I think I was broke in
We had drove off the top just to do that lil' show
You must knew I was ready and blowed in
I ain't start all this shit, you had went to the 'net
I just knew it was smoke, so I copped me a TEC
Bitch, I know when we glide, we gon' slide in a 'Vette
That shit hurt when your partner become a lil' thread
I got me some paper and now he upset
Could've stuck to the plan, you was next
We don't speak, so I guess it's respect
If it's not, well, f*ck it, just leave it at that
But just know if you reach for your strap, you get whacked
Never beef with a nigga, this facts
Never lackin', I stay with a strap
I put this shit on my son, it ain't goin' like that, ayy

How the f*ck did you fold? You was stuck to the code
You was my little bro 'til you switched up
Used to be at my shows, you would stand in front row
You remember how deep was sticked up?
See, your partner's my partners, you trusting my trust
But now if I see 'em, they hit up
She was playin' both sides, she the real money mine
Bet she leave when you're broke and you locked up (Broke and you locked up)
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Rush Hour

Aye
Aye
See I started this shit with some green
I came up and then turnt up my city and team
Really ballin and shit Kareem
I could bless a bad bitch without even a sneeze
You reach for my neck you let it squeeze
Ima spray this hood block like some f*cking Febreze
I love it when my bitch give me top on her knees
Aye when I nut bitch I'm leaving the scene

Taliban bitch we new to the league
But we active you tripping your face on the tee
Had my partna sell 30 bows he oversea
And my partna was getting them gone every week
Shit the way I sell dope swear that shit was unique
See I come from the grove but I'm so triple d
Nigga trippin he better lock in 'fore I tweak
Please don't ask for no verse if you don't got the fee
Big Steppers want ballers for free
Got zah so it ain't for the cheap
I was deep in that field before I laced up my cleats
Once they touch the end zone I was off in them streets
Hardbody don't try to compete
Once they jump in them streets we was deep in them creeks
Through the blocks and river lay low for a week
Beat the heat lay low get the stash
The whole 6 gotta eat

When we hop in them whips we don't pull out no keys
Push to start then we hit the top speed
I just started and we in the league
Sunday Balenci, Monday is supreme
Used to think all this shit was a dream
Now I open my mouth and these VVS they bling
Dopping ten on my wrist just to strengthen my frame
I'm like f*ck it spent 15 and got me a ring

Nigga better lock in before I crash out
These labels don't give me no M's Ima spazz out
I might just go back to the trap house
Me and my niggas steppa shit sound like a frat house
These niggas telling they rats now
Me and my niggas silent so we never back down
When I f*ck baby please keep your back down
Tryna hit baby raw we gon call it a smack down
Say that you rob me that's cap how
I stay strap with this 40 you play and get shot down
These niggas mad cause I'm hot now
I remember them days I was cold in the compound
Yelling free rock till he out now
Took that 5 to the chin now it's time for the walk down
Steppa you play and get hawk down
Once there's smoke in the air ain't no way Ima calm down
These niggas hoes better talk down
Keep that shit on the net better not play when I walk round
Reach for the chain and get chalked down
Bitch my convos ain't free it's like ten just to talk now
Sipped a four of some Wok just walk round
Know some niggas that real still sittin in lockdown
These niggas pussy won't pop out
If we shoot up they spot bet they gon bring the cops out

When we hop in them whips we don't pull out no keys
Push to start then we hit the top speed
I just started and we in the league
Sunday Balenci, Monday is supreme
Used to think all this shit was a dream
Now I open my mouth and these VVS they bling
Dopping ten on my wrist just to strengthen my frame
I'm like f*ck it spent 15 and got me a ring
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Writer: Aadrian Hamilton, Rhyme Michaelson-Lara, Shinichi Osawa, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Primetime

Yea
Let's go
Aye aye
Let's go

Aye aye yea
Primetime X, aye
Who the f*ck woulda thought I was next
Bought all these diamonds just so I could flex
When I open my mouth bet her pussy get wet
These diamonds surprising like Russian Roulette
Might just go buy a lamb I can't fit in a vet
I can't go with my pole I put this on the set
If I do and I live Ima spin where they at
Aye

19 on a hearse selling crack
Once I double my profit I couldn't look back
Aye
Used to laugh cause a nigga was fat
Now I'm having my way and these bitch niggas broke in they racks
No capping in none of my raps
He thought he was up on the boy till I showed him the steps
Fingers hurting from thumbing through racks
I feel like a young Dion savage
2 1 on my back
But it's still 23 on my strap
I had dreams a ballin on fields and still writing raps
Tryna put my whole team on the map
We already know All em and that's really the facts
Fully auto A-R it's attached
So ain't no proof faking in this trigger you playing that stack
Yea we quick to get f*ck niggas work
But I swerve from the shoulders I'm goated yea I'm really that
Get him gone hit his bitch from the back
Then f*ck the Hoe over and make her start over from scratch
600 the block where I'm at
I think I was 7 years old when my pops had the rap
But he told that shit in the trap

(Ain't that shit funny how I do it)
(Cause look at where we at)

Aye
Primetime X, aye
Who the f*ck woulda thought I was next
Bought all these diamonds just so I could flex
When I open my mouth bet her pussy get wet
These diamonds surprising like Russian Roulette
Might just go buy a lamb I can't fit in a vet
I can't go with my pole I put this on the set
If I do and I live ima spin where they at

Aye
Primetime X, aye
Who the f*ck woulda thought I was next
Bought all these diamonds just so I could flex
When I open my mouth bet her pussy get wet
These diamonds surprising like Russian Roulette
Might just go buy a lamb I can't fit in a vet
I can't go with my pole I put this on the set
If I do and I live ima spin where they at
Aye

I run this bitch back
I ain't want all this shit but you see where we at
8 in the club best believe that we strapped
If a pussy boy play them he laying his pockets getting tuck
See this shit really made out of scraps
We put it together however now we touching stacks
'Member laws cracking down on the traps
Just knew I was next I said f*ck it and flushed it and bounced
See this rapping shit came unannounced
I guess these folks like how I move these lil words out my mouth
Screaming free Rock and Q till they out
Niggas pussy they wish they could live what I rap
Ask them niggas that's solid I bet they'll vouch
I hit really so hard I ain't open my mouth
Getting bricks from the country this start with the south
Other border you don't wanna come near me this side
Take some lessons I'll teach you lil boys how to trap
I just started this shit and my face on the map
We been running through packs say they running up laps
If you got BOA come and get your shit tapped

Aye
(Come and get your shit tapped, gang)
Aye, Aye
Let's go

Aye
Primetime X, aye
Who the f*ck woulda thought I was next
Bought all these diamonds just so I could flex
When I open my mouth bet her pussy get wet
These diamonds surprising like Russian Roulette
Might just go buy a lamb I can't fit in a vet
I can't go with my pole I put this on the set
If I do and I live ima spin where they at

Aye
Primetime X, aye
Who the f*ck woulda thought I was next
Bought all these diamonds just so I could flex
When I open my mouth bet her pussy get wet
These diamonds surprising like Russian Roulette
Might just go buy a lamb I can't fit in a vet
I can't go with my pole I put this on the set
If I do and I live ima spin where they at
Aye
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Writer: Charles Forsberg, Reginald Boyland, Samir Zarif, Xavier Landrum
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Texas

(Blazer got the juice)
Testing, testing, alright
You can cut out that other shit (Ayo, AIM)
(yeah, run it up, Blondo) ayy

Bitch, I'm from Texas
Where we still ride in swangas and
Put diamonds in our necklace
Pour drank inside my lemonade 'til
It look like a Pepsi
See, I come from the D where we
Got shags and we be flexin'
If you ain't from my state
Then you should know don't f*ck with Texas
(Don't f*ck with Texas)
Ayy, we always strapped, we keep our weapons
My mama from the H
She slowed it down for me at seven
Used to think Pimp C was a
God before he went to Heaven
I knew what pushin' P was
Before Gunna even said it
Ayy, see, Z-Ro taught me keep my weapon
And never trust a nigga or
A bitch 'cause it's expected
Know killers from the country
They ride horses and throw sevens
Got niggas in the East ride ATVs with MAC-11s

First off
You better remember what that sign say 'fore
You come down here in this bitch
Don't mess with Texas
'Cause you know everybody 'round
This bitch got guns

Ayy, see, I'm from Texas (Texas)
We got Beyoncé, Trae tha Truth
And we can't forget Devin
Big shout out to them boys and
I can't forget 'bout them Texans
I been feeling like Luka how I ball
That shit a blessin'
Number one rule in Texas, keep it silent
Ain't no tellin' (Tellin')
Ayy, and always keep your f*cking weapon
A nigga try me or the guys
We got no choice but stretch him
If he survive these shots at first
Bet he die on that stretcher
These diamonds, I got water
Might just go Johnny my next ones
Ayy, this Texas tea is what I drink
Sauce Walka had us drippin'
Sauce, havin' hoes, and on drank
Yung Nation had us jigging, dippin'
Ain't know how to think
Now I got all these niggas steppin', swipin'
Catchin' plays (Ayy)
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Bad Bitches

[ Featuring Ro$ama ]

Bad bitches, bad bitches
If you ain't 100 then you can't sit with us
Then you can't sit with us
I like bad bitches, bad bitches
If you ain't 100 then you can't sit with us
Then you can't sit with us

I like Megan, and the way she drive the boat
Booty so big she could float
Come kick it with the gangstas, you'll enjoy yourself more
Let your hair down and come and groove with the loccs
I like, ice on my neck
Cause it bring out the tats on my chest
Wanna bust my teeth down
But not yet cause a dark skin with gold still make her pussy wet
I like, sex on the beach
And I ain't talking about the drink
If I bust that thang open will it be women peak
Cause my girl wanna know I ain't just asking for me
I like, baddies in the section
Throwing up my set just to show you what I'm repping
Clutching on my weapon just in case a Nigga precious
Nigga I'm just being extra

I like
Bad bitches, bad bitches
If you ain't 100 then you can't sit with us
Then you can't sit with us
I like bad bitches, bad bitches
If you ain't 100 then you can't sit with us
Then you can't sit with us

I like Latto, and how she get it from her momma
She really with the shit, but baby don't be bout the drama
I like the way she laugh, but I love the way she holla
And baby got her own shit, she ain't tripping bout a dollar
I like, the way she text, baby use them double c's
She text me like what's craccing I guess she cripping like me
She like, the way I stroke
I could tell by how she leak
She must ain't know that she was f*cking with a real freak
She like, the way I hustle
And the way I catch them plays
Matter fact, when we met I hitting the BOA
She know me from the cover shit
She knowing that I don't play
She be in OKC, but she say she from the Bay
I like, how she be cooking
That's the way for me to stay
She know That I ain't leaving good pussy in the plate
She know ima keep the tool with me outta state
I told Rollis only one rule when we play
I like

Bad bitches, bad bitches
If you ain't 100 then you can't sit with us
Then you can't sit with us
I like Bad bitches, bad bitches
If you ain't 100 then you can't sit with us
Then you can't sit with us
Bad bitches, bad bitches
If you ain't 100 then you can't sit with us
Then you can't sit with us
I like Bad bitches, bad bitches
If you ain't 100 then you can't sit with us
Then you can't sit with us
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Bacc to tha Basics

Aye
See I'm back to the basics
This rap shit has turnt to amazing
But somehow I still feel like Taken
I've been going crazy like I'm not the same
Lil nigga that come from the bottom the basement
My momma can't take it she act like she don't even know
That she made me the man that she facing
And these niggas they lazy they claiming
They want my spot but it ain't for the taking
Bitch I'm back to the basics
These niggas they claim they real but
Be honest we know that you faking
Don't act like you kill the drill cause I know I'm the real
If I up it I bet she get naked
These niggas free lining a bitch if I this hit this
Lil switch on my momma I bet it start shaking
You ain't up nigga how much you making
Get caught out of bounds we gon leave his ass stankin

Let it keep going let it rock

Aye
Run it back and replay it
A nigga run up and he dead
Place a song with one in the head
So don't think that I'm scared
I swear that I'm fully prepared
I'm a creep when I'm mad I see red
Boy I sit in the fear
Before I lay one of these
Bitch ass snitch ass broke niggas play
I been on the edge
Waiting on a nigga to push me
That means that I'm ready to spread
Gotta on all of these karats
Same city cost to get bare
Nigga reach barely float like a fairy
I been living like Larry
No disappear just like Perry
Can't f*ck with a hoe if she hairy
This shit getting scary
Rich choppa singing like Carey
This wood keep it cooler and steady
On go is you ready
Got real niggas strapped with machetes
You playing get turnt to spaghetti
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Safehouse

(Baker Yung, Yo, Ben)
Turn me up a little bit more ayy
Yeah ayy, ayy

See, we posted with pistols and rockets
Ain't makin' deposit's
We puttin' that shit all into boxes
Done got a lil' buzz, now I'm poppin'
Got racks in my pockets, a bitch nigga reach
Then I'm poppin'
It's you or it's me, that's the option
You got that lil' pistol, ain't popped it
Ain't got you no bodies
See, really you niggas nobodies
Got rank in the city
I make me one call and you bodied
See, we flash and crash as a hobby
Been goin' too fast with this shit
Somethin' like Ricky Bobby
I'm strapped like it's part of my body
Stiff at the shoulders
I'm somethin' like Frazier or Ali
You fake, yeah, you niggas a copy
I bet if I give her this pill
That she jumped out her body
It's wet, but I bet it get sloppy
'Cause I got a stroke give her hope
And I bet he can't copy
Was cold on that field, was a jockey
But I had been jumped in that
Field before cleats and a homi
These niggas too pussy to try me
Bumpin' they gums on the 'net like
They don't know where I be
600 the block, do you copy?
I really had fiends at the hotel
Gettin' lit in the lobby
These labels, they tryin' to sign me
But I want an M for my son
Ain't no tellin' what I need
See, I'm bangin' Crip like a Hi-C, ayy

Ayy hold on, Darlo
Ayy, get it right i'm finna punch in
I'm finna double back ayy
Ayy ayy
Ayy

See, I'm bangin' Crip like a Hi-C
I'm cold with them sticks and that ice
But ain't never play hockey
That hustlin' shit in my body
But if I ain't flippin' that pack
Then I'm robbin' the party
They steppin' on shit, hardly
Jumped in the game off the top rope
I feel like Jeff Hardy
Finna ice out my chain, went to Johnny
Really too wavy for niggas
I'm screamin' out, "Gnarly"
Taliban not a gang, we an army
And yeah, we been havin' some motion
Just waitin' to spark it
Smellin' like gas up in Target
Caught an opp lackin', he pussy
I don't f*ck with the talkin'
See, we droppin' bodies, chalkin'
These niggas ain't really steppin'
They really just walkin'
These niggas the feds, they be talkin'
I got some killers on deck that's
Gon' scoot for the profit
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Writer: BAKER YUNG, BIGX THAPLUG, IVAN TAGLE
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Missing Link Music
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Change

Aye turn me up a little bit more in the headphones
Yea

Aye
Aye
See lately shit changed
Member the change in my pocket now we hit the club and it rain
Remember them days being a hood super star
Now the whole city saying my name
I can't f*ck with these lames
Cut off a handful of partnas
Them niggas weren't rocking the same
But it's part of the game
They hate when you reaching the top
They be throwing the salt on my name
I'm forever the same
These niggas snitch for a Bitch
But I'm solid that shit in my veins
And I'm reppin the gang
If it ain't crip or the 6 bitch it's taliban gang what I claim
I been locked in the cage
Told my team joins for I'd be Damned if I mention some manes
But they can't say the same
Cause these niggas quick just
To snitch on a nigga that's bleeding the game
Like maybe you lame and we are all not built the same
You a bitch boy you told on your gang
I just stay in my lane
I just spent a lil 30 on chains
If he reached then I'm blowing his brain
How the f*ck can you claim
That you my day one when
I went in that cell you ain't look up my name
But they can't say the same
Cause I'm a big solid ass nigga
Not on me that shit in my veins
Aye

This shit really just getting ridiculous like
Like I'm really just getting better and better
Better than ever
Let's go
Aye aye

Free Rock and Q till they out
Bitch just bought a new Glock that bitch came with a switch
They ops steady talking bout shit
Can't shoot at my block boy go shoot at a bitch
Since I started rapping I got rich
Before I ever go broke I go back in that fit
Reach for my throat that's a big risk cause
I bleed for respect and I put that on crip
Aye
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Badu Flow

Aye
Yea

See I've really been out on a mission
And keep all this paper we having still come in and flip it
Started out robbin, Batman we the gidgets
When that shit didn't work talk to pop out the chicken
All of them talk my badass still ain't listen was living
But taught me the ways of the kitchen
Don't need me a product I can microwave whip it
I bang the hi-c just like a christian
Went from that seat to the spot now we living
Still running their mouth they gon die by the mentions
They bitches and most of them not from the trenches
Come to my block come and see how we living
We chilling with glocks and they all got extensions
Moved to the North cause I seen they was with me
Go ask about it got a spot had em spinning
Aye went from balling, to clutching, to sinning
Was robbing and don't give it up then we kill him
One legged partna 5k he a killer
Came back from the dead, bitch I'm feeling like Thriller
Aye asked ya hoe she know I'm that nigga
She came through the circle just know she a spinner
She swallow it all for a pill and some liquor
Having our way could retire a stripper
But instead bought a bbl got the bitch thicker
A f*ck nigga play he get found in the river
Her diamonds froze they so cold make me shiver
I been pouring up drank know its hurting my liver
Shit that's the cost to keep sane from these niggas
He say the wrong thing let it rain on these niggas
Damn he a hoe, ain't no shame in these niggas
Be all on the net but still claim you a killer
Bitch if you real here my chain go little nigga

Admit it, these niggas don't rap
What they living and live what they rap
Boy that shit really cap
I heard through the vine all these niggas been rats
Shit is cool I get jamming at least I know where they at
I start sweet dicking hoes they don't know how to act
Quick to blow up my phone get my name as a tat?
Can't be stuck on a hoe I'm too deep in these racks
It was crack but I'm really turnt up off of rap

Admit it, these niggas don't rap
What they living and live what they rap
Boy that shit really cap
I heard through the vine all these niggas been rats
Shit is cool I get jamming at least I know where they at
I start sweet dicking hoes they don't know how to act
Quick to blow up my phone get my name as a tat?
Can't be stuck on a hoe I'm too deep in these racks
It was crack but I'm really turnt up off of rap
Aye
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I Know

[ Featuring Sauce Walka ]

(ZiggyMadeIt)

These niggas ain't havin' that shit like they say they is
Hmm, I know
It was just me and my bros at the store, we was hittin' good licks, going 'bow for 'bow
Ayy, hmm, and if you ain't know, we was pushin' that P, for sure
That shit in my veins, I been feeling like Boa
If my pockets get low, bet it come off a ho
Ayy, hmm, them fiends at the door, we was bustin' it down for the lo'
Come and shop at my shop if you tryna store
We had hard out the back and the front for the nose, ayy, hmm
And my block in control, you know I rep six double O
Nigga play in this bitch, then I'm uppin' my pole
Spot him out and whoever he with gotta go

These niggas ain't taking shit, that's on my soul
Tailband, bitch, we up on the road
Stay with them sticks, we got straps on the road
He T'd out, he gon' rock while I roll
These niggas pussy, but internet trolls
Niggas' play and his brains gotta go
Think that he sleep, then he lame than a ho
Nigga trippin', get put in the frame in this ho
Hit the club and I bet it's gon' rain in this ho
If I hit it up now, there ain't no naming a ho
I'm a stepper, think I need a cane in this ho
If I f*ck the ho once, ain't no tamin' the ho
You can step in this water, it's dangerous though
Nigga changed on his hood, ain't no changin' me though
Shit, I'm still the same nigga with braids or a 'fro
You can pick any lane, either way, we can go, ayy

These niggas ain't havin' that shit like they say they is
Hmm, I know
It was just me and my bros at the store, we was hittin' good licks, going 'bow for 'bow
Ayy, hmm, and if you ain't know (Boy), we was pushin' that P, for sure (Ayy)
That shit in my veins, I been feeling like Boa (Mhm, mhm)
If my pockets get low, bet it come off a ho (Mm)
Ayy, hmm, them fiends at the door, we was bustin' it down for the lo'
Come and shop at my shop if you tryna store
We had hard out the back and the front for the nose, ayy, hmm
And my block in control, you know I rep six double O
Nigga play in this bitch, then I'm uppin' my pole
Spot him out and whoever he with gotta go (Mhm, mhm, mhm)

I'm really havin' these millions and that is the difference
I'm twenty-five when I had my first million dollars, laid off cold cash, all off pimpin'
Hopping out a 550, countin' up five fifty, bitch, send me five fifty all off simpin'
Drippin' out a Plexiglas, pimpin' on a pimpin' ho
Picking up a five piece, know we love chicken
I poured some drank on the floor and she licked it
You throw a pass, I'm the chief, we gon' pick it
Soon as he light the switch, choppa start hittin'
He done got killed with a blunt in his kitchen
F*ck all that slimy shit, I'm washing dishes
Bring grease over here, we gon' clean up his skillet
First, leave a wound on your head, it's no healin'
I'll drop a egg and leave yolk on your ceiling
Come play with God 'fore we go start the drillin'

These niggas ain't havin' that shit like they say they is (Boy)
Hmm, I know (Yeah)
It was just me and my bros at the store, we was hittin' good licks, going 'bow for 'bow (Yeah)
Ayy, hmm, and if you ain't know, we was pushin' that P, for sure (Ayy)
That shit in my veins, I been feeling like Boa
If my pockets get low, bet it come off a ho (A ho)
Ayy, hmm, them fiends at the door (Yeah), we was bustin' it down for the lo'
Come and shop at my shop if you tryna store
We had hard out the back and the front for the nose, ayy, hmm
And my block in control (Crip), you know I rep six double O
Nigga play in this bitch, then I'm uppin' my pole
Spot him out and whoever he with gotta go
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Writer: Albert Mondane, Noel Brown, Xavier Landum
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Levels

I picked you up when you fell
And cut your knee
I told you not to cry
And held you close to me
And not shit where you live, yeah? Like
One, we can help you
Two, we can allow you to help yourself
And three, we can have you replaced (Tony Coles)
Ay

See I really been popping my shit on a whole 'nother level
You playing, get sent to the Devil
These bitches been on me, I swear they keep calling my phone
I'm like, "Hold on, lemme check the schedule"
If she get time of day then I had a good play
So I'm back at the spot, she getting bent like a pretzel
These niggas be soft than a bitch but be turnt up off a perc
Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever

See I really been popping my shit on a whole 'nother level
You playing, get sent to the Devil
These bitches been on me, I swear they keep calling my phone
I'm like, "Hold on, lemme check the schedule"
If she get time of day then I had a good play
So I'm back at the spot, she getting bent like a pretzel
These niggas be soft than a bitch but be turnt up off a perc
Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever

Ay, bitch, I'm poppin' like corn on a kettle
A lame nigga reach for my chain he get hit with this metal
And first shit we on to new levels
I put triple D on my back and my foot on the pedal
I'm chasing shabotta, the cheddar
I really know Mexicans though, I call all of them Jefe
We up, you can go check the record
'Cause lately I've really been balling, I'm feeling like steph
Sit back, lemme teach you a lesson
You run up on BigXthaPlug can, get hit with this weapon
Walk the Glock they oughta listen
But I still beat yo' bitch ass like it's Marvel and Tekken
T just pray every day to the reverend
She know that I'm not on my last and her son been a felon
Think he sweet put a hole in his melon
And I'll prolly beat the lil' case 'cause we don't do no telling
To the lost ones I'm something like Helen
These niggas be hopping and hollering, boy, f*ck all that yelling
We 'bout it, come check out my section
Taliban shit but you know it's 600 I'm repping
In my hood, boy, I'm something like a legend
You can't join the gang if you ain't known for shooting and stepping
Where he play, that's the same place we left him
Was being too extra, I hate that the gang had to stretch him

See I really been popping my shit on a whole 'nother level
You playing, get sent to the Devil
These bitches been on me, I swear they keep calling my phone
I'm like, "Hold on, lemme check the schedule"
If she get time of day then I had a good play
So I'm back at the spot, she getting bent like a pretzel
These niggas be soft than a bitch but be turnt up off a perc
Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever

See I really been popping my shit on a whole 'nother level
You playing, get sent to the Devil
These bitches been on me, I swear they keep calling my phone
I'm like, "Hold on, lemme check the schedule"
If she get time of day then I had a good play
So I'm back at the spot, she getting bent like a pretzel
These niggas be soft than a bitch but be turnt up off a perc
Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever
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Writer: Jeremy Brown, Marvin Eugene Smith, Tony Anderson, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, NOREMAC MEDIA GROUP
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Thick

[ Featuring Tay Money, Erica Banks ]

Aye

I need a real thick bitch from the south Real pretty in the face but thick and really out here wild-in
She gotta have that water, pussy wet just like a fountain
Good head up on the shoulders necklace dripping in medallion

She asked how long I want it, lil bae I can last for hours
I been feeling like boogie bae give me that pussy power
When we done with this round I just might beat it in the shower
She say she love em chubby plus this dick here come with some powers
Hold on, Hold on baby let see that kitty backwards
Like how you start off slow but speed it up when I say faster?
See I come from the slums so bae excuse me cause I'm active
Need me a gutta bitch, gonna take the charge and hide my stash
She boujie never broke she spend a band a week on lashes
She lit with all this shit, she always dripped in latest fashion
She always at the club at night, through the day she do taxes
After she leave that club she gonna hit me like let's get nasty

I need a real thick bitch from the south
Real pretty in the face but thick and really out here wild-in
She gotta have that water, pussy wet just like a fountain
Good head up on the shoulders necklace dripping in medallion

Taking pictures in the mirror from the back like I look thick or sum
Come get rich or sum
Take a nigga bitch or sum
I don't gotta beg him for no bag cause he gonna tip me some
Make the stick, he come
All the bitches really dumb
Bad hoe and she dance yeah, thick hoe with them jeans on
Long hair with them big hoops
Ghetto bitch with that pink on
5'3 in that all black, nigga gotta pay a fee to get it
Everybody wanna see the business, you gonna have to really come and see to get it
Calling about that wic, got that pussy in a headlock
Not the type to love you but the type to make the bed rock
First I get the neck, get the check then I head out
Gone, blocked the number then I sped out

I need a real thick bitch from the south
Real pretty in the face but thick and really out here wild-in
She gotta have that water, pussy wet just like a fountain
Good head up on the shoulders necklace dripping in medallion

I need a real thick bitch from the south
Real pretty in the face but thick and really out here wild-in
She gotta have that water, pussy wet just like a fountain
Good head up on the shoulders necklace dripping in medallion

Aye yeah
So I'm pussy poppin, ass shaking yeah I'm money megan
I'm the baddest in the club, he trying to come see me naked
Ain't got no time for no dude (uh ah)
Bitch I don't do no basics
Trying to get me out your head (uh ah) bitch you can't replace it
I'm so Texas but it's fashion
Michael Jackson, I'm the baddest out in Dallas got a palace, I'm the queen you know the status
Feel like Luca with the mavericks
Dance on him like we at magic
(AYE)

Bitch you nasty
Yeah I know that though

I need a real thick bitch from the south
Real pretty in the face but thick and really out here wild-in
She gotta have that water, pussy wet just like a fountain
Good head up on the shoulders necklace dripping in medallion

I need a real thick bitch from the south
Real pretty in the face but thick and really out here wild-in
She gotta have that water, pussy wet just like a fountain
Good head up on the shoulders necklace dripping in medallion
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Dream

Aye
I was down on my dick only needed one wish
Aye told myself don't go back in that fits
Cause be real that's the shit that keep us from these wrenches
They do shit for the gram but act broke for these bitches
Aye, I'm a man I take care of my children
I do all this rap just to change how we living
They don't know all the real that I come from the
Trenches them ditches I swear em bitches is wicked
A bitch nigga reach for my chain and we blitzing
Aye yea I'm rich but still step in them Balenci's
Remember them days used to dream bout Givenchy
Was hitting them licks cause my pockets was empty
Aye, me and T was sharing one piece of chicken
Was so f*cking broke couldn't even buy me a biscuit
Couldn't clear out my throat cause the drink was 2.50
Now I'm up every month swear I'm touching like 60

Aye bitch I'm active so please do not diss me
Cause I'm quick to have niggas gone who talking missing
I turnt up in a year now I'm running my city
Be real ain't too many that's just f*cking with me
Glasses cover my eyes but I still see the pity
They mad cause I'm up and they quit f*cking with me
Left they ass in dust you can tell cause they dingey
And they broke how you sell weed but you skimping

Since I touched the bag every day I've been drinking
Every function we in, they respecting is cripping
If they don't we on go in the club we gon flip them
I remember them days it was dubs in the kitchen
I been moving too fast so it's lines that I'm sipping
15 deep at my shows see a opp and then hit him
Partna turned to a hoe tried to make me the villain
Not tripping I'm standing on 10 and I'm with it
Aye

Since I touched the bag every day I've been drinking
Every function we in, they respecting is cripping
If they don't we on go in the club we gon flip them
I remember them days it was dubs in the kitchen
I been moving too fast so it's lines that I'm sipping
15 deep at my shows see a opp and then hit him
Partna turned to a hoe tried to make me the villain
Not tripping I'm standing on 10 and I'm with it
Aye

I was down on my dick only needed one wish
Aye told myself don't go back in that fits
Cause be real that's the shit that keep us from these wrenches
They do shit for the gram but act broke for these bitches
Aye, I'm a man I take care of my children
I do all this rap just to change how we living
They don't know all the real that I come from the
Trenches them ditches I swear em bitches is wicked
A bitch nigga reach for my chain and we blitzing
Aye yea I'm rich but still step in them Balenci's
Remember them days used to dream bout Givenchy
Was hitting them licks cause my pockets was empty
Aye, me and T was sharing one piece of chicken
Was so f*cking broke couldn't even buy me a biscuit
Couldn't clear out my throat cause the drink was 2.50
Now I'm up every month swear Im touching like 60
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Writer: Billie Rae Calvin, Jeremy Brown, Tony Anderson, Xavier Landum
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Length: 34:00
Released: February 10th, 2023
Year: 2023

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