(Wheezy outta here)
[Gunna]
It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy
Different bitch for every season showin' me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic
She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it
Made it out the jungle, I ball, ain't got no jumper
Rest in peace to my uncle, never met, but I still love you
Remember that pussy from way back, playin', I pay 'em to pop him
Stayed in the hood where the killers at, made my pillow a chopper
This ain't diamonds you lookin' at and we done updated the roster
You can tell it's a rich nigga posture
Young GunWunna, I'm spittin' it proper
Trappin' at school, I was servin' bags, police was searchin' my locker
Who did your jewelry? It look like brass, one of your bros should've stopped ya
It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy
Different bitch for every season showin' me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic
She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it
I stick dick deep inside her throat where it ain't no more breathin'
If I don't post and I go ghost, it's gon' be for a reason
Just got my reading, now my reason's I'm booked out the region
This jewelry cold on me, I'm freezin', no way I'm anemic
[Future]
Pluto, Pluto, two-door, four-door, man, this shit too easy (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm gon' chop a brick like judo, snatch a Lamborghini (Chop it up)
I got a different bitch for different places, different seasons (I do)
Bitch ain't playin' her position, cuttin' her off, this shit too easy (Super)
I started off smashin' R&B stars right at the bando (Future)
I'm havin' hoes all the way south thinkin' that I abandoned 'em
I'm havin' pimpin' in my blood and I can change the climate (What else?)
I threw the Marni on and took the price up like I designed it (Pluto)
Can't put a presidential on a bitch 'less she give a nigga a ménage ('Nage)
That lil' IG bitch ain't shit, f*cked her in the car (Car)
F*cked 'round with a side piece, pop out that night in double-R (What up?)
Started talkin' Chinese from all these sticks in the car
[Gunna]
It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy
Different bitch for every season showin' me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic
She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it
I stick dick deep inside her throat where it ain't no more breathin'
If I don't post and I go ghost, it's gon' be for a reason
Just got my reading, now my reason's I'm booked out the region
This jewelry cold on me, I'm freezin', no way I'm anemic
Gunna - DS4EVER Album Lyrics
Gunna - DS4EVER Lyrics
Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Nayvadius Wilburn, Wesley Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
PRIVATE ISLAND
(Wheezy outta here)
I'm just kickin' it with a baddie, smokin' on exotic (yes)
Ain't it ironic, look at me now, I used to sell narcotics (yes)
Couldn't sell it whole, had to break it down, but now it's all profit (all, all profit)
You don't like advice, but I know this life just ain't for everybody
I done heard too many times you can't get rich with no knowledge (no knowledge)
Told lil' shawty if she mine, then promise me you keep it solid (keep it solid)
You know bitches talk, but you with a boss, and we keep our business private (business private)
He ain't never f*cked you on a private island
I fly G5, I don't know the sky mileage (sky mileage)
I got some slimes out a beehive, I know they dyin ''bout it (dyin' 'bout it)
CIP Troupe, I'm holdin' it down
You on my mind, Charlie (on my mind, Charlie)
I got on all white Chanel, I feel godly (feel godly)
Every one of my cribs spotless (cribs spotless)
Oh, made a way
Oh, made a way
I knew we would see better days
I knew we would see better days
Oh, made a way
Why they facial expression givin' hate?
Why they act like I ain't helpin' 'em out, 'cause they energy fake
Must've think I didn't have nothin' to say
My first deal was one-point-five, there wasn't nothin' left to say
The thanks I get feel like high-five, I know I changed the wave
When I'm outside, the sun gon' shine, ain't no more rainy days
She love my vibe, I love her vibe, I mean, what can I say?
And count it when you pray
Thank God for these better days
Oh, made a way
Oh, made a way
I knew we would see better days
I knew we would see better days
Oh, made a way
I'm just kickin' it with a baddie, smokin' on exotic (yes)
Ain't it ironic, look at me now, I used to sell narcotics (yes)
Couldn't sell it whole, had to break it down, but now it's all profit (all, all profit)
You don't like advice, but I know this life just ain't for everybody
I done heard too many times you can't get rich with no knowledge (no knowledge)
Told lil' shawty if she mine, then promise me you keep it solid (keep it solid)
You know bitches talk, but you with a boss, so we keep our business private (business private)
He ain't never f*cked you on a private island
I'm just kickin' it with a baddie, smokin' on exotic (yes)
Ain't it ironic, look at me now, I used to sell narcotics (yes)
Couldn't sell it whole, had to break it down, but now it's all profit (all, all profit)
You don't like advice, but I know this life just ain't for everybody
I done heard too many times you can't get rich with no knowledge (no knowledge)
Told lil' shawty if she mine, then promise me you keep it solid (keep it solid)
You know bitches talk, but you with a boss, and we keep our business private (business private)
He ain't never f*cked you on a private island
I fly G5, I don't know the sky mileage (sky mileage)
I got some slimes out a beehive, I know they dyin ''bout it (dyin' 'bout it)
CIP Troupe, I'm holdin' it down
You on my mind, Charlie (on my mind, Charlie)
I got on all white Chanel, I feel godly (feel godly)
Every one of my cribs spotless (cribs spotless)
Oh, made a way
Oh, made a way
I knew we would see better days
I knew we would see better days
Oh, made a way
Why they facial expression givin' hate?
Why they act like I ain't helpin' 'em out, 'cause they energy fake
Must've think I didn't have nothin' to say
My first deal was one-point-five, there wasn't nothin' left to say
The thanks I get feel like high-five, I know I changed the wave
When I'm outside, the sun gon' shine, ain't no more rainy days
She love my vibe, I love her vibe, I mean, what can I say?
And count it when you pray
Thank God for these better days
Oh, made a way
Oh, made a way
I knew we would see better days
I knew we would see better days
Oh, made a way
I'm just kickin' it with a baddie, smokin' on exotic (yes)
Ain't it ironic, look at me now, I used to sell narcotics (yes)
Couldn't sell it whole, had to break it down, but now it's all profit (all, all profit)
You don't like advice, but I know this life just ain't for everybody
I done heard too many times you can't get rich with no knowledge (no knowledge)
Told lil' shawty if she mine, then promise me you keep it solid (keep it solid)
You know bitches talk, but you with a boss, so we keep our business private (business private)
He ain't never f*cked you on a private island
Writer: Jeff Gitelman, Masamune Kudo, Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
PUSHIN P.
(Wheezy outta here)
Pushin' P
Yeah, pushin' P, turn me up
Turn me up, P, uh-ah
Pointers in the Patek and my piece, I'm pushin' P
Copped new hammers for my P, we don't want no peace
Got a spot across the spot, just for Ps
Dropped the dot and then we plottin', exotic Ps
She not a lesbian, for P, she turn Pesbian (pushin' P, I'm pushin' P)
Off capital P, I rock these Presidents, count presidents (pushin' P)
Portuguese on her knees, moppin' down a P
She let me squeeze, then she leave 'cause she keep it P
Private suite, private seat, bitch, I'm pushin' P
Purple pint, pussy pink, bitch, I'm pushin' P
Pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, yeah (yeah)
Pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, yeah
Pop a P, I'm paranoid, I can't just sleep
My pockets deep, got racks on me
Why they watchin' me?
I'm pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, yeah
We're pushin', uh, uh, watch is pink
And I don't pop pink, man, haha, ah
Okay, bought her a P, not a pill, a Porsche (pushin' P)
Three Ps, pop, pourin', Porsches (skrrt, pushin' P)
I just f*cked a cup of water (I did)
Pushin' P, red bandana, Cardinals (ayy, pushin' P)
I'ma P you out yo' whole endorsement (ayy, yeah, pushin' P)
She ain't veneer for me, she simply porcelains (I never)
I never saw opps, now we finally tusslin' (I never)
She ready to get in the streets for me, no question (of course, skrrt)
Too rich to text, I let my shawty forward it (yeah)
Take the P out the alphabet, nigga, try to sort it (ayy)
I'm pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, I'm pushin' P
Pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, P, uh-ah
Pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, pushin' P
I'm pushin' P, yeah, uh-ah
Pushin' P
Yeah, pushin' P, turn me up
Turn me up, P, uh-ah
Pointers in the Patek and my piece, I'm pushin' P
Copped new hammers for my P, we don't want no peace
Got a spot across the spot, just for Ps
Dropped the dot and then we plottin', exotic Ps
She not a lesbian, for P, she turn Pesbian (pushin' P, I'm pushin' P)
Off capital P, I rock these Presidents, count presidents (pushin' P)
Portuguese on her knees, moppin' down a P
She let me squeeze, then she leave 'cause she keep it P
Private suite, private seat, bitch, I'm pushin' P
Purple pint, pussy pink, bitch, I'm pushin' P
Pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, yeah (yeah)
Pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, yeah
Pop a P, I'm paranoid, I can't just sleep
My pockets deep, got racks on me
Why they watchin' me?
I'm pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, yeah
We're pushin', uh, uh, watch is pink
And I don't pop pink, man, haha, ah
Okay, bought her a P, not a pill, a Porsche (pushin' P)
Three Ps, pop, pourin', Porsches (skrrt, pushin' P)
I just f*cked a cup of water (I did)
Pushin' P, red bandana, Cardinals (ayy, pushin' P)
I'ma P you out yo' whole endorsement (ayy, yeah, pushin' P)
She ain't veneer for me, she simply porcelains (I never)
I never saw opps, now we finally tusslin' (I never)
She ready to get in the streets for me, no question (of course, skrrt)
Too rich to text, I let my shawty forward it (yeah)
Take the P out the alphabet, nigga, try to sort it (ayy)
I'm pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, I'm pushin' P
Pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, P, uh-ah
Pushin' P, I'm pushin' P, pushin' P
I'm pushin' P, yeah, uh-ah
Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Lucas Depante, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
POOCHIE GOWN
(Southside on the track, yeah)
All facts, nigga, know what I'm sayin'?
No rap cap (Metro)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I got a bad bitch in my penthouse right now (right now)
She got on a Pucci gown, ready to get piped down (piped down)
I stash nine hundred thou' in case I get a dark cloud (cloud)
No way we goin' down, money stretch a thousand miles (thousand miles)
Them richest on the south (south)
I got ten carats on my finger, this shit cost a house (bling)
My shorty say, "You too much for me," I'm like, "Baby, how?" (Baby how?)
You wavy, too turned up and rich, ain't got no kids or spouse (spouse)
And crazy, I boss up a lil' bitch like Prince then kick her out
Metro with the stems (Metro)
If he say, it's trim (trim)
Hang above the rim
I can't f*ck with Freddie Gibbs (no)
Niggas tellin' fibs (fibs)
Rich kids try to get next to me, you know your chances slim (slim)
G5 Gulfstream waitin' on me, I'm headed to L.A. Hills (grrah)
Who that tryna contest a G? I'll pump if you ready to kill (who that?)
Rolls-Royce like Uncle Phil (Phil)
You niggas gotta pay your bills (bills)
Just like the song, this shit got hot, I'm tellin' my shooter to chill (hot)
Bought a mansion off papermill (mill)
I'm countin' these millions for real (real)
I'm guardin' the racks with a shield
I promise to stay with a steel (steel)
I got a bad bitch in my penthouse right now (right now)
She got on a Pucci gown, ready to get piped down (piped down)
I stash nine hundred thou' in case I get a dark cloud (cloud)
No way we goin' down, money stretch a thousand miles (thousand miles)
Got too much cap on it, lil' boy, you need to cut it out (cap)
Ayy, that's my twins, let 'em in, this the slatty house (slatty)
Look at my bitch, she a ten with a sloppy mouth
Exotic comin' in and out, we ain't gon' never see a drought (see a drought)
Yeah, copy (copy)
Pop it, nigga, don't stop it (pop it)
All the cars robotic (robotic)
Rich as f*ck 'cause I'm melodic (slatt)
Smoke that laddi-daddi (yeah)
Thirty'll fill my penthouse suite, yeah, this the after-party (party)
Richard Millie cost three hundred G's, on time, I can't be tardy (tardy)
Yeah, Gotti had the Biscotti so I pulled up with some Smarties (Smarties)
I'm f*ckin' these bitches hardly (hardly)
I bought her the Aston Marty (Marty)
Skeleton Cartier come straight from Slatt, he call it a Barti' (Barti')
Slime Love All The Time, yeah, slatt, slatt, slatt, I beg your pardon?
I got a bad bitch in my penthouse right now (right now)
She got on a Pucci gown, ready to get piped down (piped down)
I stash nine hundred thou' in case I get a dark cloud (cloud)
No way we goin' down, money stretch a thousand miles (thousand miles)
All facts, nigga, know what I'm sayin'?
No rap cap (Metro)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I got a bad bitch in my penthouse right now (right now)
She got on a Pucci gown, ready to get piped down (piped down)
I stash nine hundred thou' in case I get a dark cloud (cloud)
No way we goin' down, money stretch a thousand miles (thousand miles)
Them richest on the south (south)
I got ten carats on my finger, this shit cost a house (bling)
My shorty say, "You too much for me," I'm like, "Baby, how?" (Baby how?)
You wavy, too turned up and rich, ain't got no kids or spouse (spouse)
And crazy, I boss up a lil' bitch like Prince then kick her out
Metro with the stems (Metro)
If he say, it's trim (trim)
Hang above the rim
I can't f*ck with Freddie Gibbs (no)
Niggas tellin' fibs (fibs)
Rich kids try to get next to me, you know your chances slim (slim)
G5 Gulfstream waitin' on me, I'm headed to L.A. Hills (grrah)
Who that tryna contest a G? I'll pump if you ready to kill (who that?)
Rolls-Royce like Uncle Phil (Phil)
You niggas gotta pay your bills (bills)
Just like the song, this shit got hot, I'm tellin' my shooter to chill (hot)
Bought a mansion off papermill (mill)
I'm countin' these millions for real (real)
I'm guardin' the racks with a shield
I promise to stay with a steel (steel)
I got a bad bitch in my penthouse right now (right now)
She got on a Pucci gown, ready to get piped down (piped down)
I stash nine hundred thou' in case I get a dark cloud (cloud)
No way we goin' down, money stretch a thousand miles (thousand miles)
Got too much cap on it, lil' boy, you need to cut it out (cap)
Ayy, that's my twins, let 'em in, this the slatty house (slatty)
Look at my bitch, she a ten with a sloppy mouth
Exotic comin' in and out, we ain't gon' never see a drought (see a drought)
Yeah, copy (copy)
Pop it, nigga, don't stop it (pop it)
All the cars robotic (robotic)
Rich as f*ck 'cause I'm melodic (slatt)
Smoke that laddi-daddi (yeah)
Thirty'll fill my penthouse suite, yeah, this the after-party (party)
Richard Millie cost three hundred G's, on time, I can't be tardy (tardy)
Yeah, Gotti had the Biscotti so I pulled up with some Smarties (Smarties)
I'm f*ckin' these bitches hardly (hardly)
I bought her the Aston Marty (Marty)
Skeleton Cartier come straight from Slatt, he call it a Barti' (Barti')
Slime Love All The Time, yeah, slatt, slatt, slatt, I beg your pardon?
I got a bad bitch in my penthouse right now (right now)
She got on a Pucci gown, ready to get piped down (piped down)
I stash nine hundred thou' in case I get a dark cloud (cloud)
No way we goin' down, money stretch a thousand miles (thousand miles)
Writer: Allen Ritter, Joshua Luellen, Leland Wayne, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
MOP
(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm f*ckin' the bitch in a pent' (ski)
I'm f*ckin' that bitch in a Patek (ski, ski)
I f*cked a lil' bitch on the couch (ski)
We f*ckin' all over the house (mop)
She said, "Ain't no teeth on ya cock" (yeah)
You took the words right out of my mouth (mop)
I took the bitch out of her county
Then dropped the bitch off on the South (mop)
I nutted all over her face (mop)
And now she look like a cow (mop)
Let's go to Saint-Tropez (mop)
This bitch 'bout to sprint out the house, pew (mop)
Monica Lewinsky (ski)
Pass me your friendski (ski, ski)
I did a spinski (ski)
Out of a Benzski (ski, ski)
Everything is fancy (fancy)
Music in the pantry (yeah)
Twenty-foot Christmas tree (twenty)
This is how Christmas be (yeah)
Ridin' down McAfee (skkrt-skkrt)
Two gun, Pistol Pete (yeah)
Yeah, real right Blood (Blood)
Boolin' in the 'Yo with my club (club)
Yeah, spider web spud (spider)
Kickin' my pimpin', no crutch (ye)
Young nigga so bossed up (what?)
Might as well smoke me a Dutch (yeah)
Emeralds, green diamonds (green)
Gators, they slimey (slime)
Car clear coat and polished
Please go fire your stylist (fire)
Fly the G5 up the highest and we in cahoots with the pilot (yeah)
That lil' bitch you cuffin' is cute
But her lil' cooch got high mileage (yeah) (woo)
Good brain and she still go to college
She pullin' up big Bentley B 'cause she solid (big B)
Every day I wake up to deposits
Swear, every day I keep cash in my pocket (yeah)
This bitch got a hell of a noggin
She ate the whole dick, she a goblin (whoa)
You the reason we callin' it mop
You the reason I'm losin' my socks (mop)
I took the M out her mouth
I took the T out of the top (mop)
That mop wanna meet at the house
I text her back, droppin' the dot (mop)
She suckin' my dick with a towel (towel)
You know she got sliggity slop (slop)
Her lips havin' lickety locked (lock)
I won't ever tell her to stop (mop)
She said, "Ain't no teeth on ya cock" (yeah)
You took the words right out of my mouth (mop)
I took the bitch out of her county
I dropped the bitch off on the South (mop)
I nutted all over her face (mop)
And now she look like a cow (ski-ski) (mop)
Let's go to Saint-Tropez (mop)
This bitch ran and sprint out the house (mop)
A snake in the den (yeah)
My house has some snakes in the den (woo)
She came with a Coke body stance (woo)
I came with a couple of twins (twins)
I take care of her family and friends (friends)
The Travis', they family and friends (yeah)
Got the bowling ball and the pins (woah)
She turn on that dick, it's a spin (yeah)
He tried to come hang with the clan (ski)
Got kicked out the whip, Jackie Chan (woo)
No needs for the pots and the pan (okay)
I need you to come mop up your mans
F*ck 'round and brought sand to the sand (mop)
They playas, they love when we playin' (slatt)
We pay 'em, they reppin' the brand (pay)
They mop it up clean with no hands (uh-huh)
My shirt got a stain (uh-huh)
But I can't complain (I can't)
They killed one of my mans (uh-huh)
I see the remains (slatt)
He took him a X (uh-huh)
But still ain't the same (hee-hee)
He came from the trenches (uh-huh)
And now that's to blame
He took him a X (uh-huh)
He still ain't the same (uh-huh) (ski-ski)
They sendin' me threats (uh-huh)
I never complain (uh-huh)
Her mouth soaking wet, I forget about the sex
And I know it's a shame (uh-huh)
I'm deep in her neck, tryna see if it stretch
Almost bust me a vein (mop)
She said, "Ain't no teeth on ya cock" (yeah)
You took the words right out of my mouth (mop)
I took the bitch out of her county
Then dropped the bitch off in the South (mop)
I nutted all over her face (mop)
And now she look like a cow (mop)
Let's go to Saint-Tropez (mop)
This bitch ran and sprint out the house (mop)
Mop, mop, mop
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm f*ckin' the bitch in a pent' (ski)
I'm f*ckin' that bitch in a Patek (ski, ski)
I f*cked a lil' bitch on the couch (ski)
We f*ckin' all over the house (mop)
She said, "Ain't no teeth on ya cock" (yeah)
You took the words right out of my mouth (mop)
I took the bitch out of her county
Then dropped the bitch off on the South (mop)
I nutted all over her face (mop)
And now she look like a cow (mop)
Let's go to Saint-Tropez (mop)
This bitch 'bout to sprint out the house, pew (mop)
Monica Lewinsky (ski)
Pass me your friendski (ski, ski)
I did a spinski (ski)
Out of a Benzski (ski, ski)
Everything is fancy (fancy)
Music in the pantry (yeah)
Twenty-foot Christmas tree (twenty)
This is how Christmas be (yeah)
Ridin' down McAfee (skkrt-skkrt)
Two gun, Pistol Pete (yeah)
Yeah, real right Blood (Blood)
Boolin' in the 'Yo with my club (club)
Yeah, spider web spud (spider)
Kickin' my pimpin', no crutch (ye)
Young nigga so bossed up (what?)
Might as well smoke me a Dutch (yeah)
Emeralds, green diamonds (green)
Gators, they slimey (slime)
Car clear coat and polished
Please go fire your stylist (fire)
Fly the G5 up the highest and we in cahoots with the pilot (yeah)
That lil' bitch you cuffin' is cute
But her lil' cooch got high mileage (yeah) (woo)
Good brain and she still go to college
She pullin' up big Bentley B 'cause she solid (big B)
Every day I wake up to deposits
Swear, every day I keep cash in my pocket (yeah)
This bitch got a hell of a noggin
She ate the whole dick, she a goblin (whoa)
You the reason we callin' it mop
You the reason I'm losin' my socks (mop)
I took the M out her mouth
I took the T out of the top (mop)
That mop wanna meet at the house
I text her back, droppin' the dot (mop)
She suckin' my dick with a towel (towel)
You know she got sliggity slop (slop)
Her lips havin' lickety locked (lock)
I won't ever tell her to stop (mop)
She said, "Ain't no teeth on ya cock" (yeah)
You took the words right out of my mouth (mop)
I took the bitch out of her county
I dropped the bitch off on the South (mop)
I nutted all over her face (mop)
And now she look like a cow (ski-ski) (mop)
Let's go to Saint-Tropez (mop)
This bitch ran and sprint out the house (mop)
A snake in the den (yeah)
My house has some snakes in the den (woo)
She came with a Coke body stance (woo)
I came with a couple of twins (twins)
I take care of her family and friends (friends)
The Travis', they family and friends (yeah)
Got the bowling ball and the pins (woah)
She turn on that dick, it's a spin (yeah)
He tried to come hang with the clan (ski)
Got kicked out the whip, Jackie Chan (woo)
No needs for the pots and the pan (okay)
I need you to come mop up your mans
F*ck 'round and brought sand to the sand (mop)
They playas, they love when we playin' (slatt)
We pay 'em, they reppin' the brand (pay)
They mop it up clean with no hands (uh-huh)
My shirt got a stain (uh-huh)
But I can't complain (I can't)
They killed one of my mans (uh-huh)
I see the remains (slatt)
He took him a X (uh-huh)
But still ain't the same (hee-hee)
He came from the trenches (uh-huh)
And now that's to blame
He took him a X (uh-huh)
He still ain't the same (uh-huh) (ski-ski)
They sendin' me threats (uh-huh)
I never complain (uh-huh)
Her mouth soaking wet, I forget about the sex
And I know it's a shame (uh-huh)
I'm deep in her neck, tryna see if it stretch
Almost bust me a vein (mop)
She said, "Ain't no teeth on ya cock" (yeah)
You took the words right out of my mouth (mop)
I took the bitch out of her county
Then dropped the bitch off in the South (mop)
I nutted all over her face (mop)
And now she look like a cow (mop)
Let's go to Saint-Tropez (mop)
This bitch ran and sprint out the house (mop)
Mop, mop, mop
Writer: Dylan Taylor Cleary-Krell, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
THOUGHT I WAS PLAYING
(Mike WiLL, Mike WiLL)
(Young Rari)
This FN hold choppa bullets, it's a AK in my hand
These boys a bunch of pussies, they no different than a trend
I bought the block, I own the land, split it with my twins
I set the bar, see what I'm sayin'
You know what I'm sayin'
What the f*ck these niggas thought that I was playin'?
I don't know what the f*ck these niggas thought
What the f*ck you pussies must've thought that I was playin'? (Playin')
Must've thought he couldn't get caught
They buried that boy in the sand (damn)
Wiped that little bitch nose (slime)
It only cost a couple of grand (yup)
Find out he ever stole, I'm choppin' off his hand
Hot like a stove with a pot and the pan, we takin' over the land (hot, hot)
I can come chop up a few blocks again
Nigga can't wait to come spin (can't wait to come spin)
I'm out of the way but they pullin' me in
I'm 'bout to commit a sin
I took a lil' loss, now I'm here for the win
Niggas don't want me to win
I bought a new car for my twin
This shit ain't just for the trend (nope)
63 AMG Benz (skrrt)
I hit the engine, I put it in sport (skrrt-skrrt)
I'ma fishtail it and spin (skrrt)
Callin' a opp, you can tell him, "It's up"
Know I'ma want some revenge
This FN hold choppa bullets, it's a AK in my hand
These boys a bunch of pussies, they no different than a trend
I bought the block, I own the land, split it with my twins
I set the bar, see what I'm sayin'
You know what I'm sayin'
What the f*ck these niggas thought that I was playin'?
I don't know what the f*ck these niggas thought
Grave digger, big 4L, I'ma made nigga (21)
Say they twins, throw they body in the same river (on God)
Never tucked my tail, I went to war with real killers (pussy)
I'ma your wifey surgeon, dawg, I give her lip fillers (pussy)
SF90 cost a M, dumped this Glock like Ye did Kim (21)
Sippin' on pimp juice, watch my brim (21)
How you a shooter? You ain't even hit the rim (on God)
Summertime killin' in Air Force Ones
When it get to winter, I'm steppin' in Timbs (on God)
I call the Draco Floyd
Give him a uppercut, we hit that boy in the chin
Eight-figure nigga, I'ma drop out (21)
AK, heavy metal, rock out (21)
I'm in yo' hood, what you talkin' 'bout? (21)
Beat on my chest with my gun out (pussy)
I put a house on your head (pussy)
My money long, it won't run out (pussy)
VVS diamonds, the sun out (21)
We just count money for fun now
This FN hold choppa bullets, it's a AK in my hand
These boys a bunch of pussies, they no different than a trend
I bought the block, I own the land, split it with my twins
I set the bar, see what I'm sayin'
You know what I'm sayin'
What the f*ck these niggas thought that I was playin'?
I don't know what the f*ck these niggas thought
(Young Rari)
This FN hold choppa bullets, it's a AK in my hand
These boys a bunch of pussies, they no different than a trend
I bought the block, I own the land, split it with my twins
I set the bar, see what I'm sayin'
You know what I'm sayin'
What the f*ck these niggas thought that I was playin'?
I don't know what the f*ck these niggas thought
What the f*ck you pussies must've thought that I was playin'? (Playin')
Must've thought he couldn't get caught
They buried that boy in the sand (damn)
Wiped that little bitch nose (slime)
It only cost a couple of grand (yup)
Find out he ever stole, I'm choppin' off his hand
Hot like a stove with a pot and the pan, we takin' over the land (hot, hot)
I can come chop up a few blocks again
Nigga can't wait to come spin (can't wait to come spin)
I'm out of the way but they pullin' me in
I'm 'bout to commit a sin
I took a lil' loss, now I'm here for the win
Niggas don't want me to win
I bought a new car for my twin
This shit ain't just for the trend (nope)
63 AMG Benz (skrrt)
I hit the engine, I put it in sport (skrrt-skrrt)
I'ma fishtail it and spin (skrrt)
Callin' a opp, you can tell him, "It's up"
Know I'ma want some revenge
This FN hold choppa bullets, it's a AK in my hand
These boys a bunch of pussies, they no different than a trend
I bought the block, I own the land, split it with my twins
I set the bar, see what I'm sayin'
You know what I'm sayin'
What the f*ck these niggas thought that I was playin'?
I don't know what the f*ck these niggas thought
Grave digger, big 4L, I'ma made nigga (21)
Say they twins, throw they body in the same river (on God)
Never tucked my tail, I went to war with real killers (pussy)
I'ma your wifey surgeon, dawg, I give her lip fillers (pussy)
SF90 cost a M, dumped this Glock like Ye did Kim (21)
Sippin' on pimp juice, watch my brim (21)
How you a shooter? You ain't even hit the rim (on God)
Summertime killin' in Air Force Ones
When it get to winter, I'm steppin' in Timbs (on God)
I call the Draco Floyd
Give him a uppercut, we hit that boy in the chin
Eight-figure nigga, I'ma drop out (21)
AK, heavy metal, rock out (21)
I'm in yo' hood, what you talkin' 'bout? (21)
Beat on my chest with my gun out (pussy)
I put a house on your head (pussy)
My money long, it won't run out (pussy)
VVS diamonds, the sun out (21)
We just count money for fun now
This FN hold choppa bullets, it's a AK in my hand
These boys a bunch of pussies, they no different than a trend
I bought the block, I own the land, split it with my twins
I set the bar, see what I'm sayin'
You know what I'm sayin'
What the f*ck these niggas thought that I was playin'?
I don't know what the f*ck these niggas thought
Writer: Diaaron Riggins, Ernest Jr. Day, Michael Len Williams, Sergio Kitchens, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Pussy Power
Come into my life
[Gunna]
She wanna go viral, we f*cking for hours
Come into my life
She wanna go viral, we f*cking for hours
That pussy got power, that pussy got power
She wet in the shower...
[Gunna & Donna Summer]
I'm coming my baby, f*ck it I'm crocodile Birkin lil' baby
We don't take breaks, she wanna f*ck on the daily
Had to stop, get some percs for this lady
You know CC make young Wunna go crazy
I hit Mercedes inside a Mercedes
Power the P got you flockin' to places
Been givin' out the Dior to [?]
...
Deep, deep, she wanna get geeked, geeked
I'm stepping in flower, we geekin' for hours
The player's a player, the P get devoured (P)
Told my brother she ours...
She ate it up like a edible
I'm leaving nut like it's residue
She said that dick is incredible
She say "Young Wunna, I'm scared of it"
This lil' pussy pop like a pimple
I'm f*cking [?]
When she pull up she gon' pop out the [?]
You need me, I gotta take care of you
You need me, I gotta be there for you
Girl, I [?] some [?] on your [?]
We board the G5 and we took the the G6
And I know you stay on the flight
She made it, she made it, we made it takin' risk
And we 'bout to go somewhere tonight
And that bitch is a bitch, so she put her shit on the 'Gram
And I'm 'bout to cum, I'm 'bout to, uh
I'm 'bout to cum any moment
[Gunna]
She wanna go viral, we f*ckin' for hours
That pussy got power, that pussy got power
She wet in the shower...
[Gunna]
She wanna go viral, we f*cking for hours
Come into my life
She wanna go viral, we f*cking for hours
That pussy got power, that pussy got power
She wet in the shower...
[Gunna & Donna Summer]
I'm coming my baby, f*ck it I'm crocodile Birkin lil' baby
We don't take breaks, she wanna f*ck on the daily
Had to stop, get some percs for this lady
You know CC make young Wunna go crazy
I hit Mercedes inside a Mercedes
Power the P got you flockin' to places
Been givin' out the Dior to [?]
...
Deep, deep, she wanna get geeked, geeked
I'm stepping in flower, we geekin' for hours
The player's a player, the P get devoured (P)
Told my brother she ours...
She ate it up like a edible
I'm leaving nut like it's residue
She said that dick is incredible
She say "Young Wunna, I'm scared of it"
This lil' pussy pop like a pimple
I'm f*cking [?]
When she pull up she gon' pop out the [?]
You need me, I gotta take care of you
You need me, I gotta be there for you
Girl, I [?] some [?] on your [?]
We board the G5 and we took the the G6
And I know you stay on the flight
She made it, she made it, we made it takin' risk
And we 'bout to go somewhere tonight
And that bitch is a bitch, so she put her shit on the 'Gram
And I'm 'bout to cum, I'm 'bout to, uh
I'm 'bout to cum any moment
[Gunna]
She wanna go viral, we f*ckin' for hours
That pussy got power, that pussy got power
She wet in the shower...
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
HOW YOU DID THAT
(Makers)
Say Gunna Wunna
(Run that back, Turbo)
I'm gonna wanna f*ck her too
Shell catcher on a AR
How you did that?
Trackhawk lift up when you takeoff
How you did that?
You put switches on all your blickies
How you did that?
Your LV bag turned to a Learjet
How you did that?
I seen that Duck turn to a Louis
How you did that?
That look like a brand new booty
How you did that?
You got fake stones in a real watch
How you did that?
You hid some skeletons in yo' closet
Why you did that?
How you yellin', "Slatt"? (Slatt)
How I kill a cat? Yeah
Hoppin' around in a two-tone Maybach, pillows in the back (let's go)
Too many rounds in this fully AK, someone gon' get whacked (shh)
How you go get more weed? You still owe me
How you gon' do that?
Snatch a Ruger back, give a nigga Yak attack
I get my shooter whacked, you eatin' cheese then that's a rat
It ain't nighttime but your chain glow, "How you do that shit?"
Me and Gunna f*cked the same ho, how you knew that bih? (How you knew that shit?)
Shell catcher on a AR
How you did that? (How you did that?)
Trackhawk lift up when you takeoff
How you did that? (Skrrt)
You put switches on all your blickies
How you did that?
Your LV bag turned to a Learjet
How you did that?
I seen that Duck turn to a Louis
How you did that?
That look like a brand new booty
How you did that?
You got fake stones in a real watch
How you did that?
You hid some skeletons in yo' closet
Why you did that?
They hit your man, you ain't get no straightenin'
How you live with that?
She f*cked the hood
How you lay and have a kid with that?
Margiela gold toes match the Hublot
Yeah, I did that
Kick more shit than judo, and she like how I did that
How you get that shit, you got a magnet on your hoes?
Matte black Maybach, sick
Bitch, I'm too rich, it got me rude, uh
Pop my shit like plumber, me and Gunna's diamonds flush
I'm gon' ball all summer, just off grindin' for a month
Aim, pull up, hop out, dump
Shell catcher on a AR
How you did that? (How you did that?)
Trackhawk lift up when you takeoff
How you did that? (Skrrt)
You put switches on all your blickies
How you did that?
Your LV bag turned to a Learjet
How you did that?
I seen that Duck turn to a Louis
How you did that?
That look like a brand new booty
How you did that?
You got fake stones in a real watch
How you did that?
You hid some skeletons in yo' closet
Why you did that?
Say Gunna Wunna
(Run that back, Turbo)
I'm gonna wanna f*ck her too
Shell catcher on a AR
How you did that?
Trackhawk lift up when you takeoff
How you did that?
You put switches on all your blickies
How you did that?
Your LV bag turned to a Learjet
How you did that?
I seen that Duck turn to a Louis
How you did that?
That look like a brand new booty
How you did that?
You got fake stones in a real watch
How you did that?
You hid some skeletons in yo' closet
Why you did that?
How you yellin', "Slatt"? (Slatt)
How I kill a cat? Yeah
Hoppin' around in a two-tone Maybach, pillows in the back (let's go)
Too many rounds in this fully AK, someone gon' get whacked (shh)
How you go get more weed? You still owe me
How you gon' do that?
Snatch a Ruger back, give a nigga Yak attack
I get my shooter whacked, you eatin' cheese then that's a rat
It ain't nighttime but your chain glow, "How you do that shit?"
Me and Gunna f*cked the same ho, how you knew that bih? (How you knew that shit?)
Shell catcher on a AR
How you did that? (How you did that?)
Trackhawk lift up when you takeoff
How you did that? (Skrrt)
You put switches on all your blickies
How you did that?
Your LV bag turned to a Learjet
How you did that?
I seen that Duck turn to a Louis
How you did that?
That look like a brand new booty
How you did that?
You got fake stones in a real watch
How you did that?
You hid some skeletons in yo' closet
Why you did that?
They hit your man, you ain't get no straightenin'
How you live with that?
She f*cked the hood
How you lay and have a kid with that?
Margiela gold toes match the Hublot
Yeah, I did that
Kick more shit than judo, and she like how I did that
How you get that shit, you got a magnet on your hoes?
Matte black Maybach, sick
Bitch, I'm too rich, it got me rude, uh
Pop my shit like plumber, me and Gunna's diamonds flush
I'm gon' ball all summer, just off grindin' for a month
Aim, pull up, hop out, dump
Shell catcher on a AR
How you did that? (How you did that?)
Trackhawk lift up when you takeoff
How you did that? (Skrrt)
You put switches on all your blickies
How you did that?
Your LV bag turned to a Learjet
How you did that?
I seen that Duck turn to a Louis
How you did that?
That look like a brand new booty
How you did that?
You got fake stones in a real watch
How you did that?
You hid some skeletons in yo' closet
Why you did that?
Writer: Bill Kapri, Chandler Durham, Sergio Kitchens, Stefano McNutt
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
ALOTTA CAKE
(Metro)
Lotta cake (yeah), fornicate
What is this? Vertebrae (what is this?)
Diamond lens (yeah), Cartier (yeah)
Pockets fat (uh), overweight (yeah)
Cannabis (cannabis), meditate (yeah)
Overseas, outta state (yeah)
Lotta speed, no brakes (skrrt)
Lawyer fee, beat the case (beat the case)
Been poppin' shit, let the clan through (yeah)
Panoramic, my Benz got a glass roof (yeah)
We pull up with them sticks like they bamboo (yeah)
Yeah, I put my mans on, what your mans do? (Yeah)
'Boutta load up, we headed to Cancún (yeah)
Let your ho get the nut, she a cashew (yeah)
No mechanic but I got a lot of tools (yeah)
When you come from that zoo, you know how to move (yeah)
I do shit that these niggas just can't do (yeah)
Gettin' Spider, the hoodie, the pants too (yeah)
I got Versace boxes in every room (every room)
Plain watches, RM, and the Patek too (Patek too)
She from Cali', but she live in Malibu (yeah)
Super sexy and come with an attitude (yeah)
Yeah, bitch call me daddy-o
Feel like Biggie, I'm going back to Cali'-o (Cali')
Condo terrace, no, this not a patio (nope)
Ayy, come stick me, hit me with that antidote (yeah)
I can sign you lil' niggas like Alamo (Alamo)
In my business, lil' bitch, you a nosey ho (yeah)
I tell Thugger, he told Roscoe, "Slam the door" (slam the door)
Ain't no comfort, you know we gettin' plenty more (yeah)
Stack these pennies, now I got a penny loaf
Shawty pretty, I'm tryna get in her throat
Lotta cake (yeah), fornicate
What is this? Vertebrae (what is this?)
Diamond lens (yeah), Cartier (yeah)
Pockets fat (uh), overweight (yeah)
Cannabis (cannabis), meditate (yeah)
Overseas, outta state (yeah)
Lotta speed, no brakes (skrrt)
Lawyer fee, beat the case (beat the case)
Been poppin' shit, let the clan through (yeah)
Panoramic, my Benz got a glass roof (yeah)
We pull up with them sticks like they bamboo (yeah)
Yeah, I put my mans on, what your mans do? (Yeah)
'Boutta load up, we headed to Cancún (yeah)
Let your ho get the nut, she a cashew (yeah)
No mechanic but I got a lot of tools (yeah)
When you come from that zoo, you know how to move
Networkin', politic (politic)
Poppin' shit, Prada kicks (yeah)
High fashion, got a lot of this (lotta this)
Opening Ceremony, all type of shit (yeah)
Pull up Rolls-Royce, it's a Cullinan (Cullinan)
Or the 63, AMG Benz (skrrt)
Swimmin' in the money, knee deep in (deep in)
And I'm diggin' in your honey on the weekends
But I can't stay long 'cause I gotta go (go)
Lookin' for a new bitch, eenie, miny, moe
Call me Wunna, A.K. Mr. Got-it-on (got it on)
This Bottega, Armani, and designer clothes (yeah)
If this shit almost up, we gon' finish strong (yeah)
I can get her head off, I'm a real Capone
Come and sign YSL, you can't do no wrong (yeah)
Get some racks in your bag and you bring 'em home
Lotta cake (yeah), fornicate
What is this? Vertebrae (what is this?)
Diamond lens (yeah), Cartier (yeah)
Pockets fat (uh), overweight (yeah)
Cannabis (cannabis), meditate (yeah)
Overseas, outta state (yeah)
Lotta speed, no brakes (skrrt)
Lawyer fee, beat the case (beat the case)
Been poppin' shit, let the clan through (yeah)
Panoramic, my Benz got a glass roof (yeah)
We pull up with them sticks like they bamboo (yeah)
Yeah, I put my mans on, what your mans do? (Yeah)
'Boutta load up, we headed to Cancún (yeah)
Let your ho get the nut, she a cashew (yeah)
No mechanic but I got a lot of tools (yeah)
When you come from that zoo, you know how to move
(Metro)
Lotta cake (yeah), fornicate
What is this? Vertebrae (what is this?)
Diamond lens (yeah), Cartier (yeah)
Pockets fat (uh), overweight (yeah)
Cannabis (cannabis), meditate (yeah)
Overseas, outta state (yeah)
Lotta speed, no brakes (skrrt)
Lawyer fee, beat the case (beat the case)
Been poppin' shit, let the clan through (yeah)
Panoramic, my Benz got a glass roof (yeah)
We pull up with them sticks like they bamboo (yeah)
Yeah, I put my mans on, what your mans do? (Yeah)
'Boutta load up, we headed to Cancún (yeah)
Let your ho get the nut, she a cashew (yeah)
No mechanic but I got a lot of tools (yeah)
When you come from that zoo, you know how to move (yeah)
I do shit that these niggas just can't do (yeah)
Gettin' Spider, the hoodie, the pants too (yeah)
I got Versace boxes in every room (every room)
Plain watches, RM, and the Patek too (Patek too)
She from Cali', but she live in Malibu (yeah)
Super sexy and come with an attitude (yeah)
Yeah, bitch call me daddy-o
Feel like Biggie, I'm going back to Cali'-o (Cali')
Condo terrace, no, this not a patio (nope)
Ayy, come stick me, hit me with that antidote (yeah)
I can sign you lil' niggas like Alamo (Alamo)
In my business, lil' bitch, you a nosey ho (yeah)
I tell Thugger, he told Roscoe, "Slam the door" (slam the door)
Ain't no comfort, you know we gettin' plenty more (yeah)
Stack these pennies, now I got a penny loaf
Shawty pretty, I'm tryna get in her throat
Lotta cake (yeah), fornicate
What is this? Vertebrae (what is this?)
Diamond lens (yeah), Cartier (yeah)
Pockets fat (uh), overweight (yeah)
Cannabis (cannabis), meditate (yeah)
Overseas, outta state (yeah)
Lotta speed, no brakes (skrrt)
Lawyer fee, beat the case (beat the case)
Been poppin' shit, let the clan through (yeah)
Panoramic, my Benz got a glass roof (yeah)
We pull up with them sticks like they bamboo (yeah)
Yeah, I put my mans on, what your mans do? (Yeah)
'Boutta load up, we headed to Cancún (yeah)
Let your ho get the nut, she a cashew (yeah)
No mechanic but I got a lot of tools (yeah)
When you come from that zoo, you know how to move
Networkin', politic (politic)
Poppin' shit, Prada kicks (yeah)
High fashion, got a lot of this (lotta this)
Opening Ceremony, all type of shit (yeah)
Pull up Rolls-Royce, it's a Cullinan (Cullinan)
Or the 63, AMG Benz (skrrt)
Swimmin' in the money, knee deep in (deep in)
And I'm diggin' in your honey on the weekends
But I can't stay long 'cause I gotta go (go)
Lookin' for a new bitch, eenie, miny, moe
Call me Wunna, A.K. Mr. Got-it-on (got it on)
This Bottega, Armani, and designer clothes (yeah)
If this shit almost up, we gon' finish strong (yeah)
I can get her head off, I'm a real Capone
Come and sign YSL, you can't do no wrong (yeah)
Get some racks in your bag and you bring 'em home
Lotta cake (yeah), fornicate
What is this? Vertebrae (what is this?)
Diamond lens (yeah), Cartier (yeah)
Pockets fat (uh), overweight (yeah)
Cannabis (cannabis), meditate (yeah)
Overseas, outta state (yeah)
Lotta speed, no brakes (skrrt)
Lawyer fee, beat the case (beat the case)
Been poppin' shit, let the clan through (yeah)
Panoramic, my Benz got a glass roof (yeah)
We pull up with them sticks like they bamboo (yeah)
Yeah, I put my mans on, what your mans do? (Yeah)
'Boutta load up, we headed to Cancún (yeah)
Let your ho get the nut, she a cashew (yeah)
No mechanic but I got a lot of tools (yeah)
When you come from that zoo, you know how to move
(Metro)
Writer: Leland Wayne, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
LIVIN WILD
(Makers)
Why, why me, baby?
You know every day, we livin' life, um
Up and downs and shit, goin' through shit
Goin' through changes, and you know what I'm sayin' (why me, baby?)
Real life shit, you know
Why, why me, baby? (I been livin' wild)
Why me, baby?
I just left the hospital, might need another liver
Kidney failures, I tell you this shit couldn't be more realer
My body and drugs too familiar so it's hard to clear my system
This shit get hard on a nigga, I hardly show my feelings
Look up to see stars, but I'm realizin' God in the ceilin'
I been gettin' high inconsistent, but you tryna show me different
Judgin' me for tryin' the whippets, I'm tired of the critics
But I can't cap, I ain't feel it, but this time I done did it
The doc didn't care who the richest, I need to be admitted
I been livin' wild
Why me, baby?
Why?
Wanna know why the reason on why I have my reasons?
Reason why they ain't tell me it was pneumonia season
These police won't never save us, that's why I run with heathens
God say you want me to say it, you gotta take it easy
I'm tryna stack it like layers and keep it extra cheesy
I had stepped back from these rappers, these niggas actin' greedy
I'm gon' say no, I don't owe you, I don't care if you really need it
Sometimes you gotta show you ain't no ho, ain't talkin' 'bout no bob and weavin'
Niggas know I got love for PO and Debo, must I repeat it?
(Niggas know I got love for PO and Debo, must I repeat it?)
Wake up hit the 'Yo, spit a flow, say let's go, then I repeat it
Take a look at my bro and I know we gotta eat
You a Rockstar lil' soldier, I hope you don't never leave me
Codeine all in your colon, you got that shit and squeeze
F*cked up, can't control it, you steady rollin' weed
Everyone said they told you and you ain't takin' heed
Why, why me, baby?
I been livin' wild
Why me, baby?
Why, why me, baby?
I been livin' wild
Why me, baby?
(Run that back, Turbo)
Why, why me, baby?
I been livin' wild
Why me, baby?
Why, why me, baby?
You know every day, we livin' life, um
Up and downs and shit, goin' through shit
Goin' through changes, and you know what I'm sayin' (why me, baby?)
Real life shit, you know
Why, why me, baby? (I been livin' wild)
Why me, baby?
I just left the hospital, might need another liver
Kidney failures, I tell you this shit couldn't be more realer
My body and drugs too familiar so it's hard to clear my system
This shit get hard on a nigga, I hardly show my feelings
Look up to see stars, but I'm realizin' God in the ceilin'
I been gettin' high inconsistent, but you tryna show me different
Judgin' me for tryin' the whippets, I'm tired of the critics
But I can't cap, I ain't feel it, but this time I done did it
The doc didn't care who the richest, I need to be admitted
I been livin' wild
Why me, baby?
Why?
Wanna know why the reason on why I have my reasons?
Reason why they ain't tell me it was pneumonia season
These police won't never save us, that's why I run with heathens
God say you want me to say it, you gotta take it easy
I'm tryna stack it like layers and keep it extra cheesy
I had stepped back from these rappers, these niggas actin' greedy
I'm gon' say no, I don't owe you, I don't care if you really need it
Sometimes you gotta show you ain't no ho, ain't talkin' 'bout no bob and weavin'
Niggas know I got love for PO and Debo, must I repeat it?
(Niggas know I got love for PO and Debo, must I repeat it?)
Wake up hit the 'Yo, spit a flow, say let's go, then I repeat it
Take a look at my bro and I know we gotta eat
You a Rockstar lil' soldier, I hope you don't never leave me
Codeine all in your colon, you got that shit and squeeze
F*cked up, can't control it, you steady rollin' weed
Everyone said they told you and you ain't takin' heed
Why, why me, baby?
I been livin' wild
Why me, baby?
Why, why me, baby?
I been livin' wild
Why me, baby?
(Run that back, Turbo)
Why, why me, baby?
I been livin' wild
Why me, baby?
Writer: Brandon McNab, Chandler Durham, Damien Farmer, Larrance Dopson, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Missing Link Music, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Missing Link Music, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
you and me
Don't listen to what people say
They don't know about, 'bout you and me
Put it out your mind 'cause it's jealousy
They don't know about this here
Don't listen to what people say
They don't know about, 'bout you and me (Taurus)
Put it out your mind 'cause it's jealousy
They don't know
What people say 'bout you and me
They don't know
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll f*ck you right, I will, I'll f*ck you right, I will
This pussy tight, but I don't care, I eat it like five star meal
Can I trust you to take the wheel?
Can I put you inside my whip?
Oh, baby, you fine-fine
They don't know that we wine and dine
Call your phone like a hotline
We go up and get sky high
Mix together like tie-dye
I get selfish with you, babe, you mine, all mine
Keep it solid, don't tell lies
She one thousand with me and the best of all time
Rockin' one-of-one high-curl line
Eliantte, that VS shine
Bend it over, I broke her spine
Dig it in and I'm deep inside
Know it's wrong but it feel so right
And my lil' baby sweet as pie
Don't believe it, it's all in your mind
I can tell you don't know about mine
Don't listen to what people say
They don't know 'bout, 'bout you and me
Keep it out your mind 'cause it's jealousy
They don't know
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll f*ck you right, I will, I'll f*ck you right, I will
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll f*ck you right, I will, I'll f*ck you right, I will
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll f*ck you right, I will, I'll f*ck you right, I will
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll f*ck you right, I will, I'll f*ck you right, I will
Heard about the past things I used to do
The games I used to play, the girls that didn't last
I know what's on your mind, think I'm doin' wrong
Can I say what is real? You are the only one
They don't know about, 'bout you and me
Put it out your mind 'cause it's jealousy
They don't know about this here
Don't listen to what people say
They don't know about, 'bout you and me (Taurus)
Put it out your mind 'cause it's jealousy
They don't know
What people say 'bout you and me
They don't know
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll f*ck you right, I will, I'll f*ck you right, I will
This pussy tight, but I don't care, I eat it like five star meal
Can I trust you to take the wheel?
Can I put you inside my whip?
Oh, baby, you fine-fine
They don't know that we wine and dine
Call your phone like a hotline
We go up and get sky high
Mix together like tie-dye
I get selfish with you, babe, you mine, all mine
Keep it solid, don't tell lies
She one thousand with me and the best of all time
Rockin' one-of-one high-curl line
Eliantte, that VS shine
Bend it over, I broke her spine
Dig it in and I'm deep inside
Know it's wrong but it feel so right
And my lil' baby sweet as pie
Don't believe it, it's all in your mind
I can tell you don't know about mine
Don't listen to what people say
They don't know 'bout, 'bout you and me
Keep it out your mind 'cause it's jealousy
They don't know
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll f*ck you right, I will, I'll f*ck you right, I will
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll f*ck you right, I will, I'll f*ck you right, I will
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll f*ck you right, I will, I'll f*ck you right, I will
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll f*ck you right, I will, I'll f*ck you right, I will
Heard about the past things I used to do
The games I used to play, the girls that didn't last
I know what's on your mind, think I'm doin' wrong
Can I say what is real? You are the only one
Writer: Chloe Bailey, Sergio Kitchens, Taurus Currie Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
SOUTH TO WEST
(Playmakers)
(Run that back, Turbo)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oops, I made a mess, G5 for the jets
I'm 'bout to cash, I doubled the bet (yeah)
My money stretch from south to the west (stretch)
Lawyer's the best, get home with a check (yeah)
He done f*cked up, put some dough on his head
Can't be knocked up, left the nut on her legs (uh)
Run this cash up like a motherf*ckin' tread (a motherf*ckin' tread)
Yeah, yeah
Nigga f*cked up tryna hide the bitch (hide the bitch)
Drum on the stick, on the side, a switch (switch)
Call up a lil' pretty vibe
Pull up and let her massage the dick (alright)
Oh, that's your new ride?
We whippin' and swervin' all kind of shit (skrrt)
Whippin' and runnin', my little niggas pullin' up gunnin'
They hit what they tryna hit (tryna hit)
Mouse started runnin'
We shootin' rats right in they stomachs
And leave 'em inside a ditch (inside a ditch)
Ain't nothin' funny when you gotta break down an onion
It look like you fryin' a brick (fry)
Hit her on Sunday, she still wanna ask me for money
She gon' end up dyin' a bitch (dyin')
Got me some hundreds and still gotta keep it one hundred
'Cause these niggas counterfeit (yeah, yeah)
We had the longest sex
Good pussy bitch off of Bouldercrest (Bouldercrest, yeah, yeah)
They thought Rolls was wrecked
Just like a real nigga, bouncin' it back (I'm bouncin' back, yeah, yeah)
Make sure your nose ain't wet
He fell a victim, addicted to crack (addicted to crack, yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout my Benjamins, check out my neck
All in my business, lil' bitch, just relax (relax, yeah, yeah)
She done got way too attached
Notice they mine 'cause they waists is snatched (yeah, yeah)
Heard your lil' homie got whacked
We take a life, you ain't takin' one back (yeah, yeah)
You goin' under attack
Let the whole world know the babies is back (yeah, yeah)
Smith & Wess' hid in the dash
Crib in the backyard, a hundred-yard dash
Oops, I made a mess, G5 for the jets
I'm 'bout to cash, I doubled the bet (yeah)
My money stretch from south to the west (stretch)
Lawyer's the best, get home with a check (yeah)
He done f*cked up, put some dough on his head
Can't be knocked up, left the nut on her legs (ugh)
Run this cash up like a motherf*ckin' tread (a motherf*ckin' tread)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Run that back, Turbo)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oops, I made a mess, G5 for the jets
I'm 'bout to cash, I doubled the bet (yeah)
My money stretch from south to the west (stretch)
Lawyer's the best, get home with a check (yeah)
He done f*cked up, put some dough on his head
Can't be knocked up, left the nut on her legs (uh)
Run this cash up like a motherf*ckin' tread (a motherf*ckin' tread)
Yeah, yeah
Nigga f*cked up tryna hide the bitch (hide the bitch)
Drum on the stick, on the side, a switch (switch)
Call up a lil' pretty vibe
Pull up and let her massage the dick (alright)
Oh, that's your new ride?
We whippin' and swervin' all kind of shit (skrrt)
Whippin' and runnin', my little niggas pullin' up gunnin'
They hit what they tryna hit (tryna hit)
Mouse started runnin'
We shootin' rats right in they stomachs
And leave 'em inside a ditch (inside a ditch)
Ain't nothin' funny when you gotta break down an onion
It look like you fryin' a brick (fry)
Hit her on Sunday, she still wanna ask me for money
She gon' end up dyin' a bitch (dyin')
Got me some hundreds and still gotta keep it one hundred
'Cause these niggas counterfeit (yeah, yeah)
We had the longest sex
Good pussy bitch off of Bouldercrest (Bouldercrest, yeah, yeah)
They thought Rolls was wrecked
Just like a real nigga, bouncin' it back (I'm bouncin' back, yeah, yeah)
Make sure your nose ain't wet
He fell a victim, addicted to crack (addicted to crack, yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout my Benjamins, check out my neck
All in my business, lil' bitch, just relax (relax, yeah, yeah)
She done got way too attached
Notice they mine 'cause they waists is snatched (yeah, yeah)
Heard your lil' homie got whacked
We take a life, you ain't takin' one back (yeah, yeah)
You goin' under attack
Let the whole world know the babies is back (yeah, yeah)
Smith & Wess' hid in the dash
Crib in the backyard, a hundred-yard dash
Oops, I made a mess, G5 for the jets
I'm 'bout to cash, I doubled the bet (yeah)
My money stretch from south to the west (stretch)
Lawyer's the best, get home with a check (yeah)
He done f*cked up, put some dough on his head
Can't be knocked up, left the nut on her legs (ugh)
Run this cash up like a motherf*ckin' tread (a motherf*ckin' tread)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Writer: Chandler Durham, Leutrim Beqiri, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
25K JACKET
(Wheezy outta here)
I'm pushin' P, that's my favorite alphabet
She let me do as I please, I'm an alpha male
When your lawyer paid off, you don't have to tell
When you pay your own bills, you don't have to care
If they noses ain't broke then they gotta smell
We just got a fresh load, it's a lot in here
That boy on his third strike, get him out of there
Rock 'em out the park, Maybach drive itself so I don't got to park
Upgrade my jewelry, my watch is up to par
We gon' hit the head and watch the body fall
I'm goin' ghost, I ain't takin' no more calls
That pussy pop, gotta give her her lil' props
I want his top, gave the brodie them a job
If I put it up, we forever livin' large
We'll be okay if we make it to tomorrow
Twenty-five thousand for a jacket, wear it once
Niggas actin' like they gettin' active, no, they don't
She ain't tryna let me get it crackin', go 'head on
Fast cars cuttin' up in traffic, I'm one of those
We ain't nothin' like these other rappers, weirdo
You be tryna save her, she get active, hero
Me and Gunna goin' back to back, here it go
Everyday, I'm seein' stars
Me and Money Mal
Runnin' that coupe, yeah, the P a push-start
Fresh and I'm blessed, that's why I'm the drip god
Mama ain't stressin', I'm still goin' hard
Bought me two 'Vettes and two Maybachs, what's next?
My whole name worth a check on that gray and black card
Niggas send threats but I get niggas stretched
You get whacked with that TEC, ain't no need to act hard
Only speak guapanese
AP on my wrist, ain't acceptin' apologies
So much Prada, you ain't gotta be proud of me
I'm a dog, ho, you don't gotta lie to me
Feel like Pookie, that money keep callin' me
Came a long way from shoppin' at Dollar Tree
She keep swallowin', that's why I don't got a seed
Buy Celine and Chanel, girl, you gotta see
Twenty-five thousand for a jacket, wear it once
Niggas actin' like they gettin' active, no, they don't
She ain't tryna let me get it crackin', go 'head on
Fast cars cuttin' up in traffic, I'm one of those
We ain't nothin' like these other rappers, weirdo
You be tryna save her, she get active, hero
Me and Gunna goin' back to back, here it go
Twenty-five thousand for a jacket, wear it once
Niggas actin' like they get it crackin', no, they don't
She ain't tryna let me get it crackin', go 'head on
Bleedin' while I'm swervin' 'round in traffic, I'm in one of those
We ain't nothin' like you other rappers, weirdos
You be tryna save her, she get active, hero
Me and Baby goin' back to back, here it go
I'm pushin' P, that's my favorite alphabet
She let me do as I please, I'm an alpha male
When your lawyer paid off, you don't have to tell
When you pay your own bills, you don't have to care
If they noses ain't broke then they gotta smell
We just got a fresh load, it's a lot in here
That boy on his third strike, get him out of there
Rock 'em out the park, Maybach drive itself so I don't got to park
Upgrade my jewelry, my watch is up to par
We gon' hit the head and watch the body fall
I'm goin' ghost, I ain't takin' no more calls
That pussy pop, gotta give her her lil' props
I want his top, gave the brodie them a job
If I put it up, we forever livin' large
We'll be okay if we make it to tomorrow
Twenty-five thousand for a jacket, wear it once
Niggas actin' like they gettin' active, no, they don't
She ain't tryna let me get it crackin', go 'head on
Fast cars cuttin' up in traffic, I'm one of those
We ain't nothin' like these other rappers, weirdo
You be tryna save her, she get active, hero
Me and Gunna goin' back to back, here it go
Everyday, I'm seein' stars
Me and Money Mal
Runnin' that coupe, yeah, the P a push-start
Fresh and I'm blessed, that's why I'm the drip god
Mama ain't stressin', I'm still goin' hard
Bought me two 'Vettes and two Maybachs, what's next?
My whole name worth a check on that gray and black card
Niggas send threats but I get niggas stretched
You get whacked with that TEC, ain't no need to act hard
Only speak guapanese
AP on my wrist, ain't acceptin' apologies
So much Prada, you ain't gotta be proud of me
I'm a dog, ho, you don't gotta lie to me
Feel like Pookie, that money keep callin' me
Came a long way from shoppin' at Dollar Tree
She keep swallowin', that's why I don't got a seed
Buy Celine and Chanel, girl, you gotta see
Twenty-five thousand for a jacket, wear it once
Niggas actin' like they gettin' active, no, they don't
She ain't tryna let me get it crackin', go 'head on
Fast cars cuttin' up in traffic, I'm one of those
We ain't nothin' like these other rappers, weirdo
You be tryna save her, she get active, hero
Me and Gunna goin' back to back, here it go
Twenty-five thousand for a jacket, wear it once
Niggas actin' like they get it crackin', no, they don't
She ain't tryna let me get it crackin', go 'head on
Bleedin' while I'm swervin' 'round in traffic, I'm in one of those
We ain't nothin' like you other rappers, weirdos
You be tryna save her, she get active, hero
Me and Baby goin' back to back, here it go
Writer: Dejan Nikolic, Dominique Jones, Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
IDK THAT BITCH
(Taurus)
(Run that back, Turbo)
How the hell you love that bitch?
You don't know that bitch (how?)
That's like havin' set prices on a dummy brick (fool)
You get good pussy once and then start cuffin' it (fool)
I still been in my bag, I'm just on other shit (on other shit)
New gold BBS, look like Money Mitch (like Money Mitch)
My stats are really rich, I'm in that Cullinan (Rolls)
She told me she takin' a risk, I had to cut her in (cut her in)
The Rolls with a house in the hill with a custom den (custom)
Eliantte keep puttin' karats in my pinky ring (karats)
Woke up feelin' like Malcolm X, we kill by any means (kill by any means)
Young GunnWunna stay fresh, fresh like Listerine (fresh)
I'm givin' her back to the streets, I got plenty of these (I got plenty of those)
She a nasty freak, she came from New Orleans (New Orleans)
Damn near woke up sick, forgot to pour my lean (pour it)
We murder things, you want a queen, can't hurt a king (can't hurt a king)
The lemon squeeze, can't get between or intervene (or intervene)
How the hell you love that bitch?
You don't know that bitch (how?)
That's like havin' set prices on a dummy brick (fool)
You get good pussy once and then start cuffin' it (fool)
I still been in my bag, I'm just on other shit (on other shit)
New gold BBS, look like Money Mitch (like Money Mitch)
My stats are really rich, I'm in that Cullinan (Rolls)
She told me she takin' a risk, I had to cut her in (cut her in)
The Rolls with a house in the hill with a custom den (custom)
My cousin down the road, he call on Alamo (on Alamo)
Pick backend up, I do my show, it's time to go (time to go)
Now hit a joke, you here to post, I don't care to post (I don't care to post)
Got both them hoes, they lick me like an envelope (like an envelope)
I was at the all-star game in Chicago (Chicago)
Came through the side door, I was with my side ho (was with my side ho)
Call G Herbo and Durkio, yeah, Smurkio (Smurk)
Smoke Biscotti and Gelato, this ain't Do-Si-Dos (run that back, Turbo) (Do-Si-Dos)
How the hell you love that bitch?
You don't know that bitch (How?)
That's like havin' set prices on a dummy brick (fool)
You get good pussy once and then start cuffin' it (fool)
I still been in my bag, I'm just on other shit (uh) (other shit)
G Herbo rich as f*ck, but I want a hundred M's
Crib in the hills, straight up out the field, drillin' with a gun in hand (no bap)
Just was in a Lamb', but I pulled on Gunna my twin in that Cullinan (Cullinan)
It's a pandemic, but I'm runnin' out of rubber bands
Cuban link, three hundred grams
Hatin' on me, I understand, 150 still love the fans
One-fifty in that new coupe, on the E-Way, I'm like f*ck the trans
Amiri got too much pants, gave them folks three hundred grand
Fronted that much to my mans, lil' ho, I got rich friends (you know it)
Folks say he like Rich Porter, I can't go like Killa Cam (I can't go like Alpo)
Wipe that pussy nose 'cause I'm with slime 'nem (slime, ayy, ayy)
He was 'posed to been there 'fore he dissed us, they can't find him
Lovin' like you discovered her, we just missed the bitch
Remind him, clown him
How the hell you love that bitch?
You don't know that bitch (how?)
That's like havin' set prices on a dummy brick (fool)
You get good pussy once and then start cuffin' it (fool)
I still been in my bag, I'm just on other shit (on other shit)
New gold BBS, look like Money Mitch (like Money Mitch)
My stats are really rich, I'm in that Cullinan (Rolls)
She told me she takin' a risk, I had to cut her in (cut her in)
The Rolls with a house in the hill with a custom den (custom)
(Run that back, Turbo)
How the hell you love that bitch?
You don't know that bitch (how?)
That's like havin' set prices on a dummy brick (fool)
You get good pussy once and then start cuffin' it (fool)
I still been in my bag, I'm just on other shit (on other shit)
New gold BBS, look like Money Mitch (like Money Mitch)
My stats are really rich, I'm in that Cullinan (Rolls)
She told me she takin' a risk, I had to cut her in (cut her in)
The Rolls with a house in the hill with a custom den (custom)
Eliantte keep puttin' karats in my pinky ring (karats)
Woke up feelin' like Malcolm X, we kill by any means (kill by any means)
Young GunnWunna stay fresh, fresh like Listerine (fresh)
I'm givin' her back to the streets, I got plenty of these (I got plenty of those)
She a nasty freak, she came from New Orleans (New Orleans)
Damn near woke up sick, forgot to pour my lean (pour it)
We murder things, you want a queen, can't hurt a king (can't hurt a king)
The lemon squeeze, can't get between or intervene (or intervene)
How the hell you love that bitch?
You don't know that bitch (how?)
That's like havin' set prices on a dummy brick (fool)
You get good pussy once and then start cuffin' it (fool)
I still been in my bag, I'm just on other shit (on other shit)
New gold BBS, look like Money Mitch (like Money Mitch)
My stats are really rich, I'm in that Cullinan (Rolls)
She told me she takin' a risk, I had to cut her in (cut her in)
The Rolls with a house in the hill with a custom den (custom)
My cousin down the road, he call on Alamo (on Alamo)
Pick backend up, I do my show, it's time to go (time to go)
Now hit a joke, you here to post, I don't care to post (I don't care to post)
Got both them hoes, they lick me like an envelope (like an envelope)
I was at the all-star game in Chicago (Chicago)
Came through the side door, I was with my side ho (was with my side ho)
Call G Herbo and Durkio, yeah, Smurkio (Smurk)
Smoke Biscotti and Gelato, this ain't Do-Si-Dos (run that back, Turbo) (Do-Si-Dos)
How the hell you love that bitch?
You don't know that bitch (How?)
That's like havin' set prices on a dummy brick (fool)
You get good pussy once and then start cuffin' it (fool)
I still been in my bag, I'm just on other shit (uh) (other shit)
G Herbo rich as f*ck, but I want a hundred M's
Crib in the hills, straight up out the field, drillin' with a gun in hand (no bap)
Just was in a Lamb', but I pulled on Gunna my twin in that Cullinan (Cullinan)
It's a pandemic, but I'm runnin' out of rubber bands
Cuban link, three hundred grams
Hatin' on me, I understand, 150 still love the fans
One-fifty in that new coupe, on the E-Way, I'm like f*ck the trans
Amiri got too much pants, gave them folks three hundred grand
Fronted that much to my mans, lil' ho, I got rich friends (you know it)
Folks say he like Rich Porter, I can't go like Killa Cam (I can't go like Alpo)
Wipe that pussy nose 'cause I'm with slime 'nem (slime, ayy, ayy)
He was 'posed to been there 'fore he dissed us, they can't find him
Lovin' like you discovered her, we just missed the bitch
Remind him, clown him
How the hell you love that bitch?
You don't know that bitch (how?)
That's like havin' set prices on a dummy brick (fool)
You get good pussy once and then start cuffin' it (fool)
I still been in my bag, I'm just on other shit (on other shit)
New gold BBS, look like Money Mitch (like Money Mitch)
My stats are really rich, I'm in that Cullinan (Rolls)
She told me she takin' a risk, I had to cut her in (cut her in)
The Rolls with a house in the hill with a custom den (custom)
Writer: Alexander Lustig, Chandler Durham, Herbert Randall Wright, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
FLOODED
Come into my life
[Gunna]
She wanna go viral, we f*cking for hours
Come into my life
She wanna go viral, we f*cking for hours
That pussy got power, that pussy got power
She wet in the shower...
[Gunna & Donna Summer]
I'm coming my baby, f*ck it I'm crocodile Birkin lil' baby
We don't take breaks, she wanna f*ck on the daily
Had to stop, get some percs for this lady
You know CC make young Wunna go crazy
I hit Mercedes inside a Mercedes
Power the P got you flockin' to places
Been givin' out the Dior to [?]
...
Deep, deep, she wanna get geeked, geeked
I'm stepping in flower, we geekin' for hours
The player's a player, the P get devoured (P)
Told my brother she ours...
She ate it up like a edible
I'm leaving nut like it's residue
She said that dick is incredible
She say "Young Wunna, I'm scared of it"
This lil' pussy pop like a pimple
I'm f*cking [?]
When she pull up she gon' pop out the [?]
You need me, I gotta take care of you
You need me, I gotta be there for you
Girl, I [?] some [?] on your [?]
We board the G5 and we took the the G6
And I know you stay on the flight
She made it, she made it, we made it takin' risk
And we 'bout to go somewhere tonight
And that bitch is a bitch, so she put her shit on the 'Gram
And I'm 'bout to cum, I'm 'bout to, uh
I'm 'bout to cum any moment
[Gunna]
She wanna go viral, we f*ckin' for hours
That pussy got power, that pussy got power
She wet in the shower...
[Gunna]
She wanna go viral, we f*cking for hours
Come into my life
She wanna go viral, we f*cking for hours
That pussy got power, that pussy got power
She wet in the shower...
[Gunna & Donna Summer]
I'm coming my baby, f*ck it I'm crocodile Birkin lil' baby
We don't take breaks, she wanna f*ck on the daily
Had to stop, get some percs for this lady
You know CC make young Wunna go crazy
I hit Mercedes inside a Mercedes
Power the P got you flockin' to places
Been givin' out the Dior to [?]
...
Deep, deep, she wanna get geeked, geeked
I'm stepping in flower, we geekin' for hours
The player's a player, the P get devoured (P)
Told my brother she ours...
She ate it up like a edible
I'm leaving nut like it's residue
She said that dick is incredible
She say "Young Wunna, I'm scared of it"
This lil' pussy pop like a pimple
I'm f*cking [?]
When she pull up she gon' pop out the [?]
You need me, I gotta take care of you
You need me, I gotta be there for you
Girl, I [?] some [?] on your [?]
We board the G5 and we took the the G6
And I know you stay on the flight
She made it, she made it, we made it takin' risk
And we 'bout to go somewhere tonight
And that bitch is a bitch, so she put her shit on the 'Gram
And I'm 'bout to cum, I'm 'bout to, uh
I'm 'bout to cum any moment
[Gunna]
She wanna go viral, we f*ckin' for hours
That pussy got power, that pussy got power
She wet in the shower...
Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Young Twix
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
LIFE OF SIN
(Wheezy outta here)
Uh-uh, uh
Mmm
Mm-hmm
We just wanna win in this life of sin
Heard it come and go (uh)
Money, cars, and clothes (uh)
Platinum, gold, and rose (uh-uh)
Lawyer, case closed (uh)
Bentley Continental for a show (Bentley Continental for a show)
We just wanna win in this life of sin
Got a solid bone (bone)
Stand on what you own (solid)
I can't break the code (uh)
I will never fold (uh-uh)
We gon' push to open up these doors (we gon' push to open up these doors)
Prayin' 'til somethin' happen, ain't gon' never stop pushin' (push)
I got my bread and put in, my Maybach got some cushions (yeah)
Came out the trap, mob ties, we slatt, we see a rat and we shushin' (shush)
I'ma knock 'em off, I don't care to talk, I don't play with you pussies (I don't play)
And I know I been on Adderall, but I'm more focused than ever (focus)
Ysl got a whole catalog, we went number one together (one)
I know nothin' is forever, but I want this forever (forever)
Been rappin' on this acapella, where my snares and my drums?
Rollin' this Biscotti, chronic all through my lungs (yeah)
Never was a bum, I'm rich and I still want the crumbs (I swear)
Them Shady Park niggas still shady, man, shout out my slum
I ask God protect your baby with this thirty-round drum
We just wanna win in this life of sin
Heard it come and go (uh)
Money, cars, and clothes (uh)
Platinum, gold, and rose (uh-uh)
Lawyer, case closed (uh)
Bentley Continental for a show (Bentley Continental for a show)
We just wanna win in this life of sin
Got a solid bone (bone)
Stand on what you own (solid)
I can't break the code (uh)
I will never fold (uh-uh)
We gon' push to open up these doors (we gon' push to open up these doors, nechie)
Big business, S and S, I ain't nothin' less (yes)
For those who got it on they mind, we open up they chest (believe it)
And only walkups, no drive-by's, you know the rest (you know the rest)
Sinnin', winnin', I'm livin' life and all my diamonds hittin' (and all my diamonds hittin')
Blessings, tryna enjoy the essence of life (life)
Get it paid off and mailin' these to help my folks see the light (my folks see the light)
Double M, give me the word and they'll be gone by the night
Believe it, they need to thank God they still breathin' (need to thank God)
I seen it, you niggas act hard, but you straight foe
Hang with that boy, knowin' he straight told (knowin' he straight rat)
Some are sass ass niggas, y'all some straight hoes (y'all some straight hoes)
I can't relate, so I just play the dark and stay low
We just wanna win in this life of sin
Heard it come and go (uh)
Money, cars, and clothes (uh)
Platinum, gold, and rose (uh-uh)
Lawyer, case closed (uh)
Bentley Continental for a show (Bentley Continental for a show)
We just wanna win in this life of sin
Got a solid bone (bone)
Stand on what you own (solid)
I can't break the code (uh)
I will never fold (uh-uh)
We gon' push to open up these doors (we gon' push to open up these doors)
We gon' push to open up these doors
Uh-uh, uh
Mmm
Mm-hmm
We just wanna win in this life of sin
Heard it come and go (uh)
Money, cars, and clothes (uh)
Platinum, gold, and rose (uh-uh)
Lawyer, case closed (uh)
Bentley Continental for a show (Bentley Continental for a show)
We just wanna win in this life of sin
Got a solid bone (bone)
Stand on what you own (solid)
I can't break the code (uh)
I will never fold (uh-uh)
We gon' push to open up these doors (we gon' push to open up these doors)
Prayin' 'til somethin' happen, ain't gon' never stop pushin' (push)
I got my bread and put in, my Maybach got some cushions (yeah)
Came out the trap, mob ties, we slatt, we see a rat and we shushin' (shush)
I'ma knock 'em off, I don't care to talk, I don't play with you pussies (I don't play)
And I know I been on Adderall, but I'm more focused than ever (focus)
Ysl got a whole catalog, we went number one together (one)
I know nothin' is forever, but I want this forever (forever)
Been rappin' on this acapella, where my snares and my drums?
Rollin' this Biscotti, chronic all through my lungs (yeah)
Never was a bum, I'm rich and I still want the crumbs (I swear)
Them Shady Park niggas still shady, man, shout out my slum
I ask God protect your baby with this thirty-round drum
We just wanna win in this life of sin
Heard it come and go (uh)
Money, cars, and clothes (uh)
Platinum, gold, and rose (uh-uh)
Lawyer, case closed (uh)
Bentley Continental for a show (Bentley Continental for a show)
We just wanna win in this life of sin
Got a solid bone (bone)
Stand on what you own (solid)
I can't break the code (uh)
I will never fold (uh-uh)
We gon' push to open up these doors (we gon' push to open up these doors, nechie)
Big business, S and S, I ain't nothin' less (yes)
For those who got it on they mind, we open up they chest (believe it)
And only walkups, no drive-by's, you know the rest (you know the rest)
Sinnin', winnin', I'm livin' life and all my diamonds hittin' (and all my diamonds hittin')
Blessings, tryna enjoy the essence of life (life)
Get it paid off and mailin' these to help my folks see the light (my folks see the light)
Double M, give me the word and they'll be gone by the night
Believe it, they need to thank God they still breathin' (need to thank God)
I seen it, you niggas act hard, but you straight foe
Hang with that boy, knowin' he straight told (knowin' he straight rat)
Some are sass ass niggas, y'all some straight hoes (y'all some straight hoes)
I can't relate, so I just play the dark and stay low
We just wanna win in this life of sin
Heard it come and go (uh)
Money, cars, and clothes (uh)
Platinum, gold, and rose (uh-uh)
Lawyer, case closed (uh)
Bentley Continental for a show (Bentley Continental for a show)
We just wanna win in this life of sin
Got a solid bone (bone)
Stand on what you own (solid)
I can't break the code (uh)
I will never fold (uh-uh)
We gon' push to open up these doors (we gon' push to open up these doors)
We gon' push to open up these doors
Writer: Ceron Lee, Dez Wright, Sergio Kitchens, WEsley Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
DIE ALONE
Come into my life
[Gunna]
She wanna go viral, we f*cking for hours
Come into my life
She wanna go viral, we f*cking for hours
That pussy got power, that pussy got power
She wet in the shower...
[Gunna & Donna Summer]
I'm coming my baby, f*ck it I'm crocodile Birkin lil' baby
We don't take breaks, she wanna f*ck on the daily
Had to stop, get some percs for this lady
You know CC make young Wunna go crazy
I hit Mercedes inside a Mercedes
Power the P got you flockin' to places
Been givin' out the Dior to [?]
...
Deep, deep, she wanna get geeked, geeked
I'm stepping in flower, we geekin' for hours
The player's a player, the P get devoured (P)
Told my brother she ours...
She ate it up like a edible
I'm leaving nut like it's residue
She said that dick is incredible
She say "Young Wunna, I'm scared of it"
This lil' pussy pop like a pimple
I'm f*cking [?]
When she pull up she gon' pop out the [?]
You need me, I gotta take care of you
You need me, I gotta be there for you
Girl, I [?] some [?] on your [?]
We board the G5 and we took the the G6
And I know you stay on the flight
She made it, she made it, we made it takin' risk
And we 'bout to go somewhere tonight
And that bitch is a bitch, so she put her shit on the 'Gram
And I'm 'bout to cum, I'm 'bout to, uh
I'm 'bout to cum any moment
[Gunna]
She wanna go viral, we f*ckin' for hours
That pussy got power, that pussy got power
She wet in the shower...
[Gunna]
She wanna go viral, we f*cking for hours
Come into my life
She wanna go viral, we f*cking for hours
That pussy got power, that pussy got power
She wet in the shower...
[Gunna & Donna Summer]
I'm coming my baby, f*ck it I'm crocodile Birkin lil' baby
We don't take breaks, she wanna f*ck on the daily
Had to stop, get some percs for this lady
You know CC make young Wunna go crazy
I hit Mercedes inside a Mercedes
Power the P got you flockin' to places
Been givin' out the Dior to [?]
...
Deep, deep, she wanna get geeked, geeked
I'm stepping in flower, we geekin' for hours
The player's a player, the P get devoured (P)
Told my brother she ours...
She ate it up like a edible
I'm leaving nut like it's residue
She said that dick is incredible
She say "Young Wunna, I'm scared of it"
This lil' pussy pop like a pimple
I'm f*cking [?]
When she pull up she gon' pop out the [?]
You need me, I gotta take care of you
You need me, I gotta be there for you
Girl, I [?] some [?] on your [?]
We board the G5 and we took the the G6
And I know you stay on the flight
She made it, she made it, we made it takin' risk
And we 'bout to go somewhere tonight
And that bitch is a bitch, so she put her shit on the 'Gram
And I'm 'bout to cum, I'm 'bout to, uh
I'm 'bout to cum any moment
[Gunna]
She wanna go viral, we f*ckin' for hours
That pussy got power, that pussy got power
She wet in the shower...
Writer: Christopher Brown, Damien Farmer, Jeremy Biddle, Jerome Hewlett, Larrance Dopson, Leon Krol, Mathias Liyew, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
MISSING ME
Come into my life
[Gunna]
She wanna go viral, we f*cking for hours
Come into my life
She wanna go viral, we f*cking for hours
That pussy got power, that pussy got power
She wet in the shower...
[Gunna & Donna Summer]
I'm coming my baby, f*ck it I'm crocodile Birkin lil' baby
We don't take breaks, she wanna f*ck on the daily
Had to stop, get some percs for this lady
You know CC make young Wunna go crazy
I hit Mercedes inside a Mercedes
Power the P got you flockin' to places
Been givin' out the Dior to [?]
...
Deep, deep, she wanna get geeked, geeked
I'm stepping in flower, we geekin' for hours
The player's a player, the P get devoured (P)
Told my brother she ours...
She ate it up like a edible
I'm leaving nut like it's residue
She said that dick is incredible
She say "Young Wunna, I'm scared of it"
This lil' pussy pop like a pimple
I'm f*cking [?]
When she pull up she gon' pop out the [?]
You need me, I gotta take care of you
You need me, I gotta be there for you
Girl, I [?] some [?] on your [?]
We board the G5 and we took the the G6
And I know you stay on the flight
She made it, she made it, we made it takin' risk
And we 'bout to go somewhere tonight
And that bitch is a bitch, so she put her shit on the 'Gram
And I'm 'bout to cum, I'm 'bout to, uh
I'm 'bout to cum any moment
[Gunna]
She wanna go viral, we f*ckin' for hours
That pussy got power, that pussy got power
She wet in the shower...
[Gunna]
She wanna go viral, we f*cking for hours
Come into my life
She wanna go viral, we f*cking for hours
That pussy got power, that pussy got power
She wet in the shower...
[Gunna & Donna Summer]
I'm coming my baby, f*ck it I'm crocodile Birkin lil' baby
We don't take breaks, she wanna f*ck on the daily
Had to stop, get some percs for this lady
You know CC make young Wunna go crazy
I hit Mercedes inside a Mercedes
Power the P got you flockin' to places
Been givin' out the Dior to [?]
...
Deep, deep, she wanna get geeked, geeked
I'm stepping in flower, we geekin' for hours
The player's a player, the P get devoured (P)
Told my brother she ours...
She ate it up like a edible
I'm leaving nut like it's residue
She said that dick is incredible
She say "Young Wunna, I'm scared of it"
This lil' pussy pop like a pimple
I'm f*cking [?]
When she pull up she gon' pop out the [?]
You need me, I gotta take care of you
You need me, I gotta be there for you
Girl, I [?] some [?] on your [?]
We board the G5 and we took the the G6
And I know you stay on the flight
She made it, she made it, we made it takin' risk
And we 'bout to go somewhere tonight
And that bitch is a bitch, so she put her shit on the 'Gram
And I'm 'bout to cum, I'm 'bout to, uh
I'm 'bout to cum any moment
[Gunna]
She wanna go viral, we f*ckin' for hours
That pussy got power, that pussy got power
She wet in the shower...
Writer: Adriano Allahverdi, Robert John Richardson, Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
SO FAR AHEAD EMPIRE
Yeah (Taurus)
Yeah (run it back, Turbo)
We made it, when it's all said
Through scars and tears
You know I had a hard head
Couldn't tell you when it started, yeah
It's dark here, they know he was so far ahead
They know he was so far ahead
I'm glad I make my own noise, puttin' in that work
I done became a rich man, I was a poor boy
Super lit with rich friends, that coupe a grown toy
Come get it if you want it, boy
Pleaded with a voice
No remorse, glad I made a choice
Now we whippin' Rolls-Royce
They can find another source, yeah, no endorsements
I think it's best they join forces
It's funny, ain't that somethin' that they said I won't be nothin'?
Thought you'd reap the benefits, instead it's repercussions
You ain't cared or tried to hear me speak, instead you judgin'
I cried myself to sleep one night just thinkin' 'bout my cousin
They gave him life, they lost a life and both the families sufferin'
He down but he ain't take a life, it's always a discussion
This money ain't gon' end, they feel the way I show my lovin'
This money disappear, I got real friends that still gon' love me
We made it, when it's all said
Through scars and tears
You know I had a hard head
Couldn't tell you when it started, yeah
It's dark here, they know he was so far ahead (yeah)
They know he was so far ahead (yeah)
Know he was so far ahead
Money in the bank, we been gettin' plenty
Lemme pop my shit, ah, I could pop a wheelie
SVJ 'Ventador, top off on the 'Ghini
Pretty face on that beach, a topless bikini
We both like to get high and if I'm Bobby, she my Whitney
That G5 in the sky and I can land in any city
They told me, "Don't let up," and now I'm up and you don't hear me
The world depend on us, you got my trust until infinity
So secured, I keep my F&N tucked 'cause I got enemies
I'm just tryna remain rich as f*ck, and you know how that be
Gettin' it in, back like when they used to get it ten a key
Business man, got my business plan inside a Louis brief'
We made it, when it's all said
Through scars and tears
You know I had a hard head
Couldn't tell you when it started, yeah
It's dark here, they know he was so far ahead (yeah)
They know he was so far ahead (yeah)
Know he was so far ahead
Found
Yeah, it's been found
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah-yeah
Prayin' that we get the cream, uh
That we livin' out our dreams
And the whole world ours
Plenty bosses in the team
We bust it down, don't need degree
Tryna build an empire
I separate my wants and needs
I'm booked out way in Germany
And the prices gettin' higher
I'm peepin' out my frenemies
That lil' ho shit, it don't mean nothin' to me
All the hate, why you ain't tired?
Young Gunna got a preference, she eat that dick for breakfast
You see I'm interested, I wanna f*ck your best friend
I'm countin' up with profession and got good sense of direction
Keep my niggas on the kiosk
Can't slide wide, I pull that Bentley B out
Windows fishbowl, see in and see out
GT, not a Fiat, I'm serious just like T.I
These rose gold stones hittin' in the night look like a neon
If players talkin' hoes you know I'm catchin' shit like Deion
And I was broke but I ain't goin' back
I thank the G-O-D I got all these racks
You call my phone too much at once, ain't gon' never hear back
Hopefully you get that business done and won't go lay on your back
I was born to win, Lord forgive me, might have to sin again
It's crazy, but you set a trend, lotta niggas need a name
It's crazy, but you set a trend, I'm knockin', baby, let me in
I need a angel, not a friend, protection that'll never end
Prayin' that we get the cream, uh
Now we livin' out our dreams
And the whole world ours
Plenty bosses in the team
We bust it down, don't need degree
Tryna build an empire
I separate my wants and needs
I'm booked out way in Germany
And the prices gettin' higher
I'm peepin' out my frenemies
That lil' ho shit, it don't mean nothin' to me
All the hate, why you ain't tired?
I've always been official, I never did no knock off
I pulled up with the roof on and she told me, "Take the top off"
I'm tryna get my rocks off, she suck GunnWunna socks off
Lil' mami got that lockjaw
She can't figure me out, I ain't no jigsaw
In the streets, I played for keeps and learned to lay low
Shootin' shit up like Halo
She stay in Beverly Hills but the rest of her family in San Diego
One of the ones to keep it real 'til this day though
Yeah (run it back, Turbo)
We made it, when it's all said
Through scars and tears
You know I had a hard head
Couldn't tell you when it started, yeah
It's dark here, they know he was so far ahead
They know he was so far ahead
I'm glad I make my own noise, puttin' in that work
I done became a rich man, I was a poor boy
Super lit with rich friends, that coupe a grown toy
Come get it if you want it, boy
Pleaded with a voice
No remorse, glad I made a choice
Now we whippin' Rolls-Royce
They can find another source, yeah, no endorsements
I think it's best they join forces
It's funny, ain't that somethin' that they said I won't be nothin'?
Thought you'd reap the benefits, instead it's repercussions
You ain't cared or tried to hear me speak, instead you judgin'
I cried myself to sleep one night just thinkin' 'bout my cousin
They gave him life, they lost a life and both the families sufferin'
He down but he ain't take a life, it's always a discussion
This money ain't gon' end, they feel the way I show my lovin'
This money disappear, I got real friends that still gon' love me
We made it, when it's all said
Through scars and tears
You know I had a hard head
Couldn't tell you when it started, yeah
It's dark here, they know he was so far ahead (yeah)
They know he was so far ahead (yeah)
Know he was so far ahead
Money in the bank, we been gettin' plenty
Lemme pop my shit, ah, I could pop a wheelie
SVJ 'Ventador, top off on the 'Ghini
Pretty face on that beach, a topless bikini
We both like to get high and if I'm Bobby, she my Whitney
That G5 in the sky and I can land in any city
They told me, "Don't let up," and now I'm up and you don't hear me
The world depend on us, you got my trust until infinity
So secured, I keep my F&N tucked 'cause I got enemies
I'm just tryna remain rich as f*ck, and you know how that be
Gettin' it in, back like when they used to get it ten a key
Business man, got my business plan inside a Louis brief'
We made it, when it's all said
Through scars and tears
You know I had a hard head
Couldn't tell you when it started, yeah
It's dark here, they know he was so far ahead (yeah)
They know he was so far ahead (yeah)
Know he was so far ahead
Found
Yeah, it's been found
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah-yeah
Prayin' that we get the cream, uh
That we livin' out our dreams
And the whole world ours
Plenty bosses in the team
We bust it down, don't need degree
Tryna build an empire
I separate my wants and needs
I'm booked out way in Germany
And the prices gettin' higher
I'm peepin' out my frenemies
That lil' ho shit, it don't mean nothin' to me
All the hate, why you ain't tired?
Young Gunna got a preference, she eat that dick for breakfast
You see I'm interested, I wanna f*ck your best friend
I'm countin' up with profession and got good sense of direction
Keep my niggas on the kiosk
Can't slide wide, I pull that Bentley B out
Windows fishbowl, see in and see out
GT, not a Fiat, I'm serious just like T.I
These rose gold stones hittin' in the night look like a neon
If players talkin' hoes you know I'm catchin' shit like Deion
And I was broke but I ain't goin' back
I thank the G-O-D I got all these racks
You call my phone too much at once, ain't gon' never hear back
Hopefully you get that business done and won't go lay on your back
I was born to win, Lord forgive me, might have to sin again
It's crazy, but you set a trend, lotta niggas need a name
It's crazy, but you set a trend, I'm knockin', baby, let me in
I need a angel, not a friend, protection that'll never end
Prayin' that we get the cream, uh
Now we livin' out our dreams
And the whole world ours
Plenty bosses in the team
We bust it down, don't need degree
Tryna build an empire
I separate my wants and needs
I'm booked out way in Germany
And the prices gettin' higher
I'm peepin' out my frenemies
That lil' ho shit, it don't mean nothin' to me
All the hate, why you ain't tired?
I've always been official, I never did no knock off
I pulled up with the roof on and she told me, "Take the top off"
I'm tryna get my rocks off, she suck GunnWunna socks off
Lil' mami got that lockjaw
She can't figure me out, I ain't no jigsaw
In the streets, I played for keeps and learned to lay low
Shootin' shit up like Halo
She stay in Beverly Hills but the rest of her family in San Diego
One of the ones to keep it real 'til this day though
Writer: Alexander Walter Bak, Chandler Durham, Ryan Vojtesak, Sergio Kitchens, Taurus Bucy Jr. Currie, Daniel Yunuen Aldaz Leander, Davood Nadimi Boushehri
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
TOO EASY (Remix)
(Wheezy outta here)
It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy
Different bitch for every season, showin' me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic
She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it
Made it out the jungle, I ball, ain't got no jumper
Rest in peace to my uncle, never met, but I still love you
Remember that pussy from way back, playin', I pay 'em to pop him
Stayed in the hood where the killers at, made my pillow a chopper
This ain't diamonds you lookin' at, and we done updated the roster
You can tell it's a rich nigga posture, Young GunWunna, I'm spittin' it proper
Trappin' at school, I was servin' bags, police was searchin' my locker
Who did your jewelry? It look like brass, one of your bros should've stopped you
It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy
Different bitch for every season, showin' me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic
She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it
I stick dick deep inside her throat where it ain't no more breathin'
If I don't post and I go ghost, it's gon' be for a reason
Just got my reading, now my reason's I'm booked out the region
This jewelry cold on me, I'm freezin', no way I'm anemic
Pluto, Pluto, two-door, four-door, man, this shit too easy (yeah)
Yeah, I'm gon' chop a brick like judo, snatch a Lamborghini (chop it up)
I got a different bitch for different places, different seasons (I do)
Bitch ain't playin' her position, cuttin' her off, this shit too easy
I started off smashin' R&B stars right at the bando
I'm havin' hoes all the way south thinkin' that I abandoned 'em
I have pimpin' in my blood and I can change the climate (Pluto)
I threw the Marni on and took the price up like I designed it (Pluto)
Can't put a Presidential on a bitch 'less she give a nigga a ménage ('nage)
That lil' IG bitch ain't shit, f*cked her in the car (car)
F*cked 'round with a side piece, pop out that night in double-R (what up?)
Started talkin' Chinese from all these sticks in the car
It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy
Different bitch for every season, showin' me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic
She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it
I stick dick deep inside her throat where it ain't no more breathin'
If I don't post and I go ghost, it's gon' be for a reason
Just got my reading, now my reason's I'm booked out the region
This jewelry cold on me, I'm freezin', no way I'm anemic
It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy
Different bitch for every season, showin' me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic
She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it
Made it out the jungle, I ball, ain't got no jumper
Rest in peace to my uncle, never met, but I still love you
Remember that pussy from way back, playin', I pay 'em to pop him
Stayed in the hood where the killers at, made my pillow a chopper
This ain't diamonds you lookin' at, and we done updated the roster
You can tell it's a rich nigga posture, Young GunWunna, I'm spittin' it proper
Trappin' at school, I was servin' bags, police was searchin' my locker
Who did your jewelry? It look like brass, one of your bros should've stopped you
It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy
Different bitch for every season, showin' me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic
She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it
I stick dick deep inside her throat where it ain't no more breathin'
If I don't post and I go ghost, it's gon' be for a reason
Just got my reading, now my reason's I'm booked out the region
This jewelry cold on me, I'm freezin', no way I'm anemic
Pluto, Pluto, two-door, four-door, man, this shit too easy (yeah)
Yeah, I'm gon' chop a brick like judo, snatch a Lamborghini (chop it up)
I got a different bitch for different places, different seasons (I do)
Bitch ain't playin' her position, cuttin' her off, this shit too easy
I started off smashin' R&B stars right at the bando
I'm havin' hoes all the way south thinkin' that I abandoned 'em
I have pimpin' in my blood and I can change the climate (Pluto)
I threw the Marni on and took the price up like I designed it (Pluto)
Can't put a Presidential on a bitch 'less she give a nigga a ménage ('nage)
That lil' IG bitch ain't shit, f*cked her in the car (car)
F*cked 'round with a side piece, pop out that night in double-R (what up?)
Started talkin' Chinese from all these sticks in the car
It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy
Different bitch for every season, showin' me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic
She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it
I stick dick deep inside her throat where it ain't no more breathin'
If I don't post and I go ghost, it's gon' be for a reason
Just got my reading, now my reason's I'm booked out the region
This jewelry cold on me, I'm freezin', no way I'm anemic
Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Nayvadius Wilburn, Wesley Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
DS4Ever (stylized in all caps and alternatively titled Drip Season 4Ever) is the third studio album by American rapper Gunna. It was released on January 7, 2022, by YSL Records and 300 Entertainment.
The album features guest appearances from Future, Young Thug, 21 Savage, Drake, Kodak Black, Chlöe, Lil Baby, G Herbo, Nechie, Chris Brown, Yung Bleu, and Roddy Ricch. It serves as the fourth and final installment of Gunna's Drip Season series, following his third mixtape, Drip Season 3 (2018).
Despite receiving mixed reviews from music critics, DS4Ever performed well commercially, debuting atop the US Billboard 200 with 150,000 album-equivalent units of which 4,000 were pure sales, making for Gunna's second number-one album.
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GunnaThe album features guest appearances from Future, Young Thug, 21 Savage, Drake, Kodak Black, Chlöe, Lil Baby, G Herbo, Nechie, Chris Brown, Yung Bleu, and Roddy Ricch. It serves as the fourth and final installment of Gunna's Drip Season series, following his third mixtape, Drip Season 3 (2018).
Despite receiving mixed reviews from music critics, DS4Ever performed well commercially, debuting atop the US Billboard 200 with 150,000 album-equivalent units of which 4,000 were pure sales, making for Gunna's second number-one album.
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap
Producer(s): Allen Ritter, Alex Lustig, Ambezza, Bak, Baso, Bobby Raps, Brandon McNab, Byrd, Charlie Handsome, Chris Townsend, Dez Wright, DJ Cash, Fano, iWeirdo, Juke Wong, LNK, Metro Boomin, Mike Will Made It, Nik Dean, Rex Kudo, Sean Momberger, Shawn Ferrari, Southside, Taurus, Turbo, Wheezy, Young Twix
Length: 58:07
Released: January 7th, 2022
Year: 2022