Jay Young's got that beat knockin'
It's six figure music, baby
You ain't got them boxes all done up
You ain't on the block 'til the sun up
You ain't got your Glock for the summer
And you ain't gonna pop for your gunner
You ain't in the whip with them pebbles (Nah)
You ain't on the strip with the rebels (Nah)
You ain't never rid on no devils (On no devils)
You ain't with the clique, this is levels (Switch it)
Wishing genie, disappear, the whips Houdini (Yeah)
Business Dean and get the bitches in to see me (Yeah)
Hollow banging, blowing loud, whips all steamy (Steamy)
Niggas under pressure, pressure, bitches stealing (Yeah)
Bitches dreaming (Dreaming)
Niggas under pressure, pressure less appealing (Umm)
Pussy ho got left, left, left him squealing (Squealing)
Left him with a me-me-messy ceiling (Nah)
Said she wants that se-se-sexual healing (Sexual healing)
I'm the one she sa-sa-said she's feeling
Pussy got the b-b-bestest creaming
Lean it to the le-le-left and lean it
You ain't got them boxes all done up
You ain't on the block 'til the sun up
You ain't got your Glock for the summer
And you ain't gonna pop for your gunner (Umm)
You ain't in the whip with them pebbles (With them pebbles)
You ain't on the strip with the rebels (Nah)
You ain't never rid on no devils
You ain't with the clique, this is levels
This the cut up, cuh, cuh, this the cut up
This that shut your mouth, yeah, this the shut up
Bricks to cut up, cuh, cuh, bricks to cut up (Yeah)
This the gully, guh, guh, this the gutter
This the butter
I was there with Rocks, Clark, Brick and Thugger (Thugger)
I was up in Boxpark with my brother
Yeah, it was me and, Rocks, Clark, Flip, and Gunner
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, pressure, pressure
Bet they're gonna have to get a second stretcher
Niggas out there smilin' like the ch-ch-chess show
Yeah we call it drops but that's a jumpin' checker (Umm)
Take it to a me-me-messy measure
Man'll get to fli-fli-flippin' treasure
My man get the bi-bi-big Beretta
Yeah, boppin' off that big bus, double decker (Jheez)
You ain't got them boxes all done up
You ain't on the block 'til the sun up
You ain't got your Glock for the summer
And you ain't gonna pop for your gunner
You ain't in the whip with them pebbles
You ain't on the strip with the rebels
You ain't never rid on no devils
You ain't with the clique, this is levels
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Jay Young's got that beat knockin'
It's six figure music, baby
You ain't got them boxes all done up
You ain't on the block 'til the sun up
You ain't got your Glock for the summer
And you ain't gonna pop for your gunner
You ain't in the whip with them pebbles (Nah)
You ain't on the strip with the rebels (Nah)
You ain't never rid on no devils (On no devils)
You ain't with the clique, this is levels (Switch it)
Wishing genie, disappear, the whips Houdini (Yeah)
Business Dean and get the bitches in to see me (Yeah)
Hollow banging, blowing loud, whips all steamy (Steamy)
Niggas under pressure, pressure, bitches stealing (Yeah)
Bitches dreaming (Dreaming)
Niggas under pressure, pressure less appealing (Umm)
Pussy ho got left, left, left him squealing (Squealing)
Left him with a me-me-messy ceiling (Nah)
Said she wants that se-se-sexual healing (Sexual healing)
I'm the one she sa-sa-said she's feeling
Pussy got the b-b-bestest creaming
Lean it to the le-le-left and lean it
You ain't got them boxes all done up
You ain't on the block 'til the sun up
You ain't got your Glock for the summer
And you ain't gonna pop for your gunner (Umm)
You ain't in the whip with them pebbles (With them pebbles)
You ain't on the strip with the rebels (Nah)
You ain't never rid on no devils
You ain't with the clique, this is levels
This the cut up, cuh, cuh, this the cut up
This that shut your mouth, yeah, this the shut up
Bricks to cut up, cuh, cuh, bricks to cut up (Yeah)
This the gully, guh, guh, this the gutter
This the butter
I was there with Rocks, Clark, Brick and Thugger (Thugger)
I was up in Boxpark with my brother
Yeah, it was me and, Rocks, Clark, Flip, and Gunner
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, pressure, pressure
Bet they're gonna have to get a second stretcher
Niggas out there smilin' like the ch-ch-chess show
Yeah we call it drops but that's a jumpin' checker (Umm)
Take it to a me-me-messy measure
Man'll get to fli-fli-flippin' treasure
My man get the bi-bi-big Beretta
Yeah, boppin' off that big bus, double decker (Jheez)
You ain't got them boxes all done up
You ain't on the block 'til the sun up
You ain't got your Glock for the summer
And you ain't gonna pop for your gunner
You ain't in the whip with them pebbles
You ain't on the strip with the rebels
You ain't never rid on no devils
You ain't with the clique, this is levels
It's six figure music, baby
You ain't got them boxes all done up
You ain't on the block 'til the sun up
You ain't got your Glock for the summer
And you ain't gonna pop for your gunner
You ain't in the whip with them pebbles (Nah)
You ain't on the strip with the rebels (Nah)
You ain't never rid on no devils (On no devils)
You ain't with the clique, this is levels (Switch it)
Wishing genie, disappear, the whips Houdini (Yeah)
Business Dean and get the bitches in to see me (Yeah)
Hollow banging, blowing loud, whips all steamy (Steamy)
Niggas under pressure, pressure, bitches stealing (Yeah)
Bitches dreaming (Dreaming)
Niggas under pressure, pressure less appealing (Umm)
Pussy ho got left, left, left him squealing (Squealing)
Left him with a me-me-messy ceiling (Nah)
Said she wants that se-se-sexual healing (Sexual healing)
I'm the one she sa-sa-said she's feeling
Pussy got the b-b-bestest creaming
Lean it to the le-le-left and lean it
You ain't got them boxes all done up
You ain't on the block 'til the sun up
You ain't got your Glock for the summer
And you ain't gonna pop for your gunner (Umm)
You ain't in the whip with them pebbles (With them pebbles)
You ain't on the strip with the rebels (Nah)
You ain't never rid on no devils
You ain't with the clique, this is levels
This the cut up, cuh, cuh, this the cut up
This that shut your mouth, yeah, this the shut up
Bricks to cut up, cuh, cuh, bricks to cut up (Yeah)
This the gully, guh, guh, this the gutter
This the butter
I was there with Rocks, Clark, Brick and Thugger (Thugger)
I was up in Boxpark with my brother
Yeah, it was me and, Rocks, Clark, Flip, and Gunner
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, pressure, pressure
Bet they're gonna have to get a second stretcher
Niggas out there smilin' like the ch-ch-chess show
Yeah we call it drops but that's a jumpin' checker (Umm)
Take it to a me-me-messy measure
Man'll get to fli-fli-flippin' treasure
My man get the bi-bi-big Beretta
Yeah, boppin' off that big bus, double decker (Jheez)
You ain't got them boxes all done up
You ain't on the block 'til the sun up
You ain't got your Glock for the summer
And you ain't gonna pop for your gunner
You ain't in the whip with them pebbles
You ain't on the strip with the rebels
You ain't never rid on no devils
You ain't with the clique, this is levels
Writer: Dakarai Forbes, Jason Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing