We Global now
Bought her baby Gucci strollers (strollers)
Switch it up and I went global (global)
Can't play around, I had to grow up (grow up)
Check out my neck, hell of a glo-up (glo-up)
These niggas cap and that shit blow up
My dawg rappin', hope he blow up
I need my checks without no hold-ups
I put my city on my shoulders
I told the truth in every story that I told 'em
I f*cked around and showed 'em
All of my whips got that new car smell
Don't get it twisted from the 'partments, I just park well
I don't f*ck with him, that nigga flawed, send him to voicemail
Catch up with him, push up on him, tell him how he always fail
Made myself a millionaire, only took a year, dawg
Thinkin' 'bout what I been through, I can make a tear fall
Late night with them youngins, we was creepin', could've killed y'all
We ain't gon' do that internet beefin', that's for bitches, dawg
I went up to space so they hatin', they can't lift off
I can make your bitch eat my kids, every drip drop
I come from trenches, we can't come outside in flip flops
I done came so far, sittin' on the floor, watchin' the tip-off
Bought her baby Gucci strollers (strollers)
Switch it up and I went global (global)
Can't play around, I had to grow up (grow up)
Check out my neck, hell of a glo-up (glo-up)
These niggas cap and that shit blow up
My dawg rappin', hope he blow up
I need my checks without no hold-ups
I put my city on my shoulders
I told the truth in every story that I told 'em
I f*cked around and showed 'em
I put my all into this shit
I worked so hard to get my wrist
It broke my heart but I didn't quit
I had to ball with no assist
I got 'em all on my drip
Go with his move, he gon' get flipped (yeah)
I had to hustle for a meal, yeah
And now I'm hustling in these M's, yeah
Gave Jock and Dee 200 years
Whenever they call, I let 'em hear
Them lawyers I got gon' lift they spirit
Them niggas know I keep it real, yeah
Sometimes I feel like the floor is giving in on me
I work so hard but I can't stop 'cause they depend on me
I tried to holler, she didn't talk, but now her friend want me
I see through all, and my life flawed, need no lens on us
Bought her baby Gucci strollers (strollers)
Switch it up and I went global (global)
Can't play around, I had to grow up (grow up)
Check out my neck, hell of a glo-up (glo-up)
These niggas cap and that shit blow up
My dawg rappin', hope he blow up
I need my checks without no hold-ups
I put my city on my shoulders
I told the truth in every story that I told 'em
I f*cked around and showed 'em
Lil Baby - Street Gossip (mixtape) Album Lyrics
Lil Baby - Street Gossip (mixtape) Lyrics
Writer: Christopher N'Quay Rosser, Dominique Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Pure Cocaine
When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain, yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine, yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain (coupe no brain)
I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my thing (do my thing)
Bought her brand new shoes, told her kick rocks
Don't stand too close, diamonds kickbox
Think red mean go so I don't stop
I know they wish they could catch me, but keep wishin'
You think I done turned into a fiend for these bitches
Tryna stuff as much as I can in these britches
Made your bitch f*ck on my friend, it's no difference
I ain't never popped no Xan, I sip sizzurp
If I ever have to tell on the gang, I won't do it
If I put it in a song, I seen it or been through it
I can't put it in my song, I know how the feds move
Scream free all of the ahks but I ain't no FamGoon
Gave my mama ten bands, sent her to Cancun
Got the crowd goin' dumb but I ain't no damn fool
If I went in there and did it and made it, you can too
We done came a long way from broke and sharing shoes
When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain (every day it's gon' rain), yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine (this pure cocaine), yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain (coupe no brain)
I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my thing (do my thing)
When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain (every day it's gon' rain), yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine (this pure cocaine), yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain (coupe no brain)
I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my thing (do my thing)
Got a quarter million dollars in a book bag
New Era, I'm a dope boy, no cap
I'm living my best life for real
Just left the dealership, no tag
If we opposite, it won't work, it won't last
Get an opposite knocked off, toe tag
Ain't been home in a month, got my ho mad
They need me in the trap but I can't go back
I jumped off the porch with a hundred dollar slab
I got M's in the bank, give a damn what they think
Every vibe I ever shot my shot at, caught it
Everything you ever seen me riding in, bought it
Big dawg status, I ain't gotta sell drugs
Put my craft into rap then I took off, yeah
New G-Wagon, no key, this a push-start
I can hit the gas, make it disappear
When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain (every day it's gon' rain), yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine (this pure cocaine), yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain (coupe no brain)
I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my thing (do my thing)
When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain (every day it's gon' rain), yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine (this pure cocaine), yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain (coupe no brain)
I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my thing (do my thing)
Every day it's gon' rain, yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine, yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain (coupe no brain)
I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my thing (do my thing)
Bought her brand new shoes, told her kick rocks
Don't stand too close, diamonds kickbox
Think red mean go so I don't stop
I know they wish they could catch me, but keep wishin'
You think I done turned into a fiend for these bitches
Tryna stuff as much as I can in these britches
Made your bitch f*ck on my friend, it's no difference
I ain't never popped no Xan, I sip sizzurp
If I ever have to tell on the gang, I won't do it
If I put it in a song, I seen it or been through it
I can't put it in my song, I know how the feds move
Scream free all of the ahks but I ain't no FamGoon
Gave my mama ten bands, sent her to Cancun
Got the crowd goin' dumb but I ain't no damn fool
If I went in there and did it and made it, you can too
We done came a long way from broke and sharing shoes
When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain (every day it's gon' rain), yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine (this pure cocaine), yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain (coupe no brain)
I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my thing (do my thing)
When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain (every day it's gon' rain), yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine (this pure cocaine), yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain (coupe no brain)
I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my thing (do my thing)
Got a quarter million dollars in a book bag
New Era, I'm a dope boy, no cap
I'm living my best life for real
Just left the dealership, no tag
If we opposite, it won't work, it won't last
Get an opposite knocked off, toe tag
Ain't been home in a month, got my ho mad
They need me in the trap but I can't go back
I jumped off the porch with a hundred dollar slab
I got M's in the bank, give a damn what they think
Every vibe I ever shot my shot at, caught it
Everything you ever seen me riding in, bought it
Big dawg status, I ain't gotta sell drugs
Put my craft into rap then I took off, yeah
New G-Wagon, no key, this a push-start
I can hit the gas, make it disappear
When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain (every day it's gon' rain), yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine (this pure cocaine), yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain (coupe no brain)
I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my thing (do my thing)
When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain (every day it's gon' rain), yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine (this pure cocaine), yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain (coupe no brain)
I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my thing (do my thing)
Writer: Christopher N'Quay Rosser, Dominique Jones, Matthew Edward Robinson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Crush A Lot
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
I can't f*ck with shawty, know she'll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been going crazy, giving 'em hell
She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair
F*ck the law, make 'em earn what they pay 'em
Ain't no back and forth with no bitches, this ain't tennis
Rolls Royce truck, bitch, it ain't rented
And they bragging 'bout bitches, I promise we hit 'em
I flooded my wrist, let the bros split a million
At this point I'm heartless I ain't got no feelings
Buy every building in the hood for my children
Like a Drake song, got your vibe feeling groovy
With no phone, we can make us a movie
I ain't in my bag, I still got my feet out
If we wanted smoke with y'all, you couldn't be out
Free the bros, buy my shit off the kiosk
I'm at the vibe with the spot, this the creep house
Lil' shawty suck it like she just took her teeth out
Five percent tint on the whip, you can't see out
Ready to set it off, Queen Latifah
These niggas talk like bitches, see what they be 'bout
I can't f*ck with shawty, know she'll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been going crazy, giving 'em hell
She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair
F*ck the law, make 'em earn what they pay 'em
Ain't no complaining, money coming in
Put it all up, do it all again
First you get a mil', then it's times ten
Youngest out the crew, AMG Benz
Stand up like a man, take it on the chin
They got consequences in this life of sin
Laugh about it, go in Gucci, spend a ten
When you come home, we gon' all win
Go in any club and make it thunderstorm
This shit reckless
He gon' knock you off with his Rollie on
Drive the Rolls Royce like a hotbox
Really came from nothing
Only ride with my security because I can't be armed
Can't get caught with another gun
They gon' know me when I'm gone
They hear my pain inside my songs
It's like a switch, I cut it on
Pills kick in, getting in my zone
Do my job, ain't see no wrong
I'm never talking on them phones
Feds gon' try to do us wrong
Man, they got my nigga Long
Lately I just been alone
My cup, my strap, this microphone
Nobody know what's going on
Just glad I made it off the road
Granddaddy showed me life is a gamble
Ever since I been on them dice
They gon' suck it up like a bowl of rice
I'ma give it to them niggas every time
I can't f*ck with shawty, know she'll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been going' crazy, giving 'em hell
She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair
F*ck the law, make 'em earn what they pay 'em
I can't f*ck with shawty, know she'll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been going crazy, giving 'em hell
She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair
F*ck the law, make 'em earn what they pay 'em
Ain't no back and forth with no bitches, this ain't tennis
Rolls Royce truck, bitch, it ain't rented
And they bragging 'bout bitches, I promise we hit 'em
I flooded my wrist, let the bros split a million
At this point I'm heartless I ain't got no feelings
Buy every building in the hood for my children
Like a Drake song, got your vibe feeling groovy
With no phone, we can make us a movie
I ain't in my bag, I still got my feet out
If we wanted smoke with y'all, you couldn't be out
Free the bros, buy my shit off the kiosk
I'm at the vibe with the spot, this the creep house
Lil' shawty suck it like she just took her teeth out
Five percent tint on the whip, you can't see out
Ready to set it off, Queen Latifah
These niggas talk like bitches, see what they be 'bout
I can't f*ck with shawty, know she'll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been going crazy, giving 'em hell
She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair
F*ck the law, make 'em earn what they pay 'em
Ain't no complaining, money coming in
Put it all up, do it all again
First you get a mil', then it's times ten
Youngest out the crew, AMG Benz
Stand up like a man, take it on the chin
They got consequences in this life of sin
Laugh about it, go in Gucci, spend a ten
When you come home, we gon' all win
Go in any club and make it thunderstorm
This shit reckless
He gon' knock you off with his Rollie on
Drive the Rolls Royce like a hotbox
Really came from nothing
Only ride with my security because I can't be armed
Can't get caught with another gun
They gon' know me when I'm gone
They hear my pain inside my songs
It's like a switch, I cut it on
Pills kick in, getting in my zone
Do my job, ain't see no wrong
I'm never talking on them phones
Feds gon' try to do us wrong
Man, they got my nigga Long
Lately I just been alone
My cup, my strap, this microphone
Nobody know what's going on
Just glad I made it off the road
Granddaddy showed me life is a gamble
Ever since I been on them dice
They gon' suck it up like a bowl of rice
I'ma give it to them niggas every time
I can't f*ck with shawty, know she'll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been going' crazy, giving 'em hell
She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair
F*ck the law, make 'em earn what they pay 'em
Writer: Christopher N'Quay Rosser, Dominique Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Time
Youngin' from the project f*cked around and got it poppin'
I'm like f*ck a Maserati, bought my bitch a Bentley truck
G-5 my blood brother he be throwing B's up
And me I got Chanel swag you know I be C'd up
I paid cash for every car, used be the laughing stock
Kept it real, that's why I don't flock
Look at me I'm on the chart
I don't look down but I'm on top
I don't entertain any clout
Play with me you gon' get shot, for real
Now they can't resist us, hear 'em tryna diss us
Really need to miss us, probably with your bitch bruh
I bought her a Porsche, off a piece of my endorsement
Richer than my classmates, she know how my kids taste
Now I'm on this cash race, I can't come in last place
I done finally went legit, accountants, I'm a taxpayer
So you know that mean I'm going hard 'til my last day
Still can get a thousand pounds a week, the gas way
I got six watches, I'm ahead of time
I'm going all out if it's 'bout mine
I'm getting my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I'm different, I'm one of a kind
Buy her a Birkin bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I'm taking charge
Just got off parole, make the brodie take the charge
Bendin' through in that Phantom with them sticks, yeah
All these blues niggas asking am I Crip yet?
Make a move we X you out, ain't going tic tac
Put a tag on yo toe for all that chit chat
The richest nigga in my city, that's a big fact
And we don't do them lil' planes, we on the big jet
My dawg still moving that 'caine, and he ain't quit yet
I had to tell him when he came, don't bring no bricks back
Feel like I'm the chosen one
Rolls truck I ordered one
I ain't mean to buy that bitch a watch but I bought her one
Richard Millie cost a quarter milli I got more than one
FN on me lighter than a bitch feel like a water gun
I got six watches I'm ahead of time
I'm going all out if it's 'bout mine
I'm getting my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I'm different, I'm one of a kind
Buy her a Birkin bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I'm taking charge
Just got off parole, make the brodie take the charge
Livin' like a pornstar
Rolex filled with pointers
Opps finna join us but we ain't switching sides
Neck look like a freezer ain't saving no skeezer
They gave me a reason now they gotta die
I don't want no smoke with you if you don't want no smoke with me
But dawg if you want smoke with me, we switching shifts sleep and creep
I did what they couldn't do, guess that's why they mad at me
But what's up with yo vibe dawg? Why she keep on adding me?
This my strategy
Keep on stackin' G's
Make 'em proud of me
I went Prada tee
I went Prada jeans
I went Prada fleece
I'm from poverty
Real talk
I got six watches I'm ahead of time
I'm going all out if it's 'bout mine
I'm getting my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I'm different, I'm one of a kind
Buy her a Birkin bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I'm taking charge
Just got off parole, make the brodie take the charge
I'm like f*ck a Maserati, bought my bitch a Bentley truck
G-5 my blood brother he be throwing B's up
And me I got Chanel swag you know I be C'd up
I paid cash for every car, used be the laughing stock
Kept it real, that's why I don't flock
Look at me I'm on the chart
I don't look down but I'm on top
I don't entertain any clout
Play with me you gon' get shot, for real
Now they can't resist us, hear 'em tryna diss us
Really need to miss us, probably with your bitch bruh
I bought her a Porsche, off a piece of my endorsement
Richer than my classmates, she know how my kids taste
Now I'm on this cash race, I can't come in last place
I done finally went legit, accountants, I'm a taxpayer
So you know that mean I'm going hard 'til my last day
Still can get a thousand pounds a week, the gas way
I got six watches, I'm ahead of time
I'm going all out if it's 'bout mine
I'm getting my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I'm different, I'm one of a kind
Buy her a Birkin bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I'm taking charge
Just got off parole, make the brodie take the charge
Bendin' through in that Phantom with them sticks, yeah
All these blues niggas asking am I Crip yet?
Make a move we X you out, ain't going tic tac
Put a tag on yo toe for all that chit chat
The richest nigga in my city, that's a big fact
And we don't do them lil' planes, we on the big jet
My dawg still moving that 'caine, and he ain't quit yet
I had to tell him when he came, don't bring no bricks back
Feel like I'm the chosen one
Rolls truck I ordered one
I ain't mean to buy that bitch a watch but I bought her one
Richard Millie cost a quarter milli I got more than one
FN on me lighter than a bitch feel like a water gun
I got six watches I'm ahead of time
I'm going all out if it's 'bout mine
I'm getting my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I'm different, I'm one of a kind
Buy her a Birkin bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I'm taking charge
Just got off parole, make the brodie take the charge
Livin' like a pornstar
Rolex filled with pointers
Opps finna join us but we ain't switching sides
Neck look like a freezer ain't saving no skeezer
They gave me a reason now they gotta die
I don't want no smoke with you if you don't want no smoke with me
But dawg if you want smoke with me, we switching shifts sleep and creep
I did what they couldn't do, guess that's why they mad at me
But what's up with yo vibe dawg? Why she keep on adding me?
This my strategy
Keep on stackin' G's
Make 'em proud of me
I went Prada tee
I went Prada jeans
I went Prada fleece
I'm from poverty
Real talk
I got six watches I'm ahead of time
I'm going all out if it's 'bout mine
I'm getting my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I'm different, I'm one of a kind
Buy her a Birkin bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I'm taking charge
Just got off parole, make the brodie take the charge
Writer: Christopher N'Quay Rosser, Dominique Jones, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Andrew Hobson, Benjamin Winton, David Jones, Lee Irons, Samuel Harvey
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid, BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid, BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Ready
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi')
Motherf*ck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it's chilly (It's chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready
I can't f*ck with none of y'all niggas, y'all disgust me
When you with your maggot ass friends, don't discuss me
FN with extended clip, I hope them try to rush me
I hear 'em sayin' such and such, a nigga ain't gon' touch me
Big body Benz, 'member I used to be dusty
Now I want my money all hundreds in a rush please
I was sellin' weed when they came out with white tee
Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white tee
Whole hood poppin', other niggas, they don't like me
Made her eat it up, she told her friend, "He gon' wife me"
All my niggas thoroughbred, I don't f*ck with crossbreeds
Free all of the bros down the road and on Rice Street
In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi')
Motherf*ck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it's chilly (It's chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready (Ready)
Put some fine bitches in Margiel-y's (Margiel-y)
Two new glass tinted, these baguette-y's (Baguette-y)
Ain't gon' bash you bitches, I ain't petty (Nah)
Just know we f*ckin', we ain't goin' steady (Goin' steady)
I don't wanna sleep, I need more Addys (Need more Addy)
I ain't have no kid but I'm her daddy (I'm her daddy)
Better shake her ass like it's Magic (Like it's Magic)
Twenties in my pocket look like cabbage (Yeah)
Carats everywhere, I'm a rabbit (I'm a rabbit)
I ain't Shawty Lo, but what's happenin'? (What's happenin'?)
We was taught to go, keep that cannon (That cannon)
I'm on f*ckin' go, I can't panic (I can't panic)
In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi')
Motherf*ck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it's chilly (It's chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready
Money conversations, check my feng shui
I buy Dolce Gabbana, Chanel, I'm on straight
Supermodel, her body gon' be my entrée
I been runnin' with hitters, my youngins gun slang
Cars of the day, brand new Wraith
My life circle, mines ain't straight
Bills ain't late, paid no notes
I ain't no joke, they want smoke
We exotic, start a riot, we gon' ride
.223's, Jakes outside
We don't get tired, we don't die
In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi')
Motherf*ck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it's chilly (It's chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready
I can't f*ck with none of y'all niggas, y'all disgust me
When you with your maggot ass friends, don't discuss me
FN with extended clip, I hope them try to rush me
I hear 'em sayin' such and such, a nigga ain't gon' touch me
Big body Benz, 'member I used to be dusty
Now I want my money all hundreds in a rush please
I was sellin' weed when they came out with white tee
Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white tee
Whole hood poppin', other niggas, they don't like me
Made her eat it up, she told her friend, "He gon' wife me"
All my niggas thoroughbred, I don't f*ck with crossbreeds
Free all of the bros down the road and on Rice Street
In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi')
Motherf*ck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it's chilly (It's chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready (Ready)
Put some fine bitches in Margiel-y's (Margiel-y)
Two new glass tinted, these baguette-y's (Baguette-y)
Ain't gon' bash you bitches, I ain't petty (Nah)
Just know we f*ckin', we ain't goin' steady (Goin' steady)
I don't wanna sleep, I need more Addys (Need more Addy)
I ain't have no kid but I'm her daddy (I'm her daddy)
Better shake her ass like it's Magic (Like it's Magic)
Twenties in my pocket look like cabbage (Yeah)
Carats everywhere, I'm a rabbit (I'm a rabbit)
I ain't Shawty Lo, but what's happenin'? (What's happenin'?)
We was taught to go, keep that cannon (That cannon)
I'm on f*ckin' go, I can't panic (I can't panic)
In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi')
Motherf*ck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it's chilly (It's chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready
Money conversations, check my feng shui
I buy Dolce Gabbana, Chanel, I'm on straight
Supermodel, her body gon' be my entrée
I been runnin' with hitters, my youngins gun slang
Cars of the day, brand new Wraith
My life circle, mines ain't straight
Bills ain't late, paid no notes
I ain't no joke, they want smoke
We exotic, start a riot, we gon' ride
.223's, Jakes outside
We don't get tired, we don't die
Writer: Dominique Jones, Leland Tyler Wayne, Sergio Giavanni Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Word On The Street
We Global now
Word on the street, they got a lil' bitty hit out
Really run Atlanta, I can make a nigga get out
If anything, I have more respect for you bitches
Nigga, you a bitch, we don't shoot and miss (Nah)
Glock-19 unfold and it spit out
Double R underneath the door when I get out
Clutchin' on my fans, had to tell lil' bro to chill out
How the f*ck your whole gang down the road and you still out?
Undercover rat, pussy nigga, you a sellout
Every show I get either packed or it sell out
I been ballin' hard, you on the bench, you gotta sit out
Know a nigga mad, he can't even put a hit out
Middle of the winter, drop top with a mink on
Bad lil' vibe, yeah, she say that's her theme song
I done made a whole million dollars off a flip phone
No Soulja Boy, that bitch ain't even have a ringtone
Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate
We just f*ck around, we don't date
I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate
And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date
I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in
Then I took off, I ain't have no other option
I was too calm, now a nigga just pop shit
I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' Yen
Call overseas, tell them youngins to spin again
I don't throw rocks and hide my hand 'cause I'm a man
Million cash in the book bag, I'm a big dog
Threw my shot at any nigga, bitch, I think I'm Chris Paul
Sippin' all these meds, nigga gotta be throwed off
I was gettin' head, f*cked around and I dozed off
Rolls Royce truck, crank it and let the nose out
Everything I said, I went did it, boy, I'm the chosen child
Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate
We just f*ck around, we don't date
I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate
And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date
I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in
Then I took off, I ain't have no other option
I was too calm, now a nigga just pop shit
I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' Yen
Safe deposit boxes on fleek
And my bank account, I don't touch it, I'ma get it out the street
Got your vibe all on my drip, she say you cheap
And she know I'm havin' money, buy her titties, ass, and teeth
Catchin' three flights every day, the only time I get some sleep
Kept it real and they be cappin', really you can't compete
I spend it all on bullets, niggas don't wanna beef
Got a D-boy swag, pull up SRT
I ain't playin' with nobody, nobody gon' play with me
Got a driver for my car, he take me from A to Z
Got some homies on the yard I probably'll never see
If the money was the issue I promise they'd be free
They was sleepin' on me bad, they f*cked around, woke up a beast
Switch it up, I went romantic, took my shawty out to Greece
Every city that I go to, gotta link up with the street
I'm too humble for 'em, guess that's why they thinkin' I was sweet
Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate
We just f*ck around, we don't date
I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate
And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date
I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in
Then I took off, I ain't have no other option
I was too calm, now a nigga just pop shit
I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' Yen
Word on the street, they got a lil' bitty hit out
Really run Atlanta, I can make a nigga get out
If anything, I have more respect for you bitches
Nigga, you a bitch, we don't shoot and miss (Nah)
Glock-19 unfold and it spit out
Double R underneath the door when I get out
Clutchin' on my fans, had to tell lil' bro to chill out
How the f*ck your whole gang down the road and you still out?
Undercover rat, pussy nigga, you a sellout
Every show I get either packed or it sell out
I been ballin' hard, you on the bench, you gotta sit out
Know a nigga mad, he can't even put a hit out
Middle of the winter, drop top with a mink on
Bad lil' vibe, yeah, she say that's her theme song
I done made a whole million dollars off a flip phone
No Soulja Boy, that bitch ain't even have a ringtone
Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate
We just f*ck around, we don't date
I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate
And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date
I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in
Then I took off, I ain't have no other option
I was too calm, now a nigga just pop shit
I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' Yen
Call overseas, tell them youngins to spin again
I don't throw rocks and hide my hand 'cause I'm a man
Million cash in the book bag, I'm a big dog
Threw my shot at any nigga, bitch, I think I'm Chris Paul
Sippin' all these meds, nigga gotta be throwed off
I was gettin' head, f*cked around and I dozed off
Rolls Royce truck, crank it and let the nose out
Everything I said, I went did it, boy, I'm the chosen child
Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate
We just f*ck around, we don't date
I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate
And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date
I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in
Then I took off, I ain't have no other option
I was too calm, now a nigga just pop shit
I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' Yen
Safe deposit boxes on fleek
And my bank account, I don't touch it, I'ma get it out the street
Got your vibe all on my drip, she say you cheap
And she know I'm havin' money, buy her titties, ass, and teeth
Catchin' three flights every day, the only time I get some sleep
Kept it real and they be cappin', really you can't compete
I spend it all on bullets, niggas don't wanna beef
Got a D-boy swag, pull up SRT
I ain't playin' with nobody, nobody gon' play with me
Got a driver for my car, he take me from A to Z
Got some homies on the yard I probably'll never see
If the money was the issue I promise they'd be free
They was sleepin' on me bad, they f*cked around, woke up a beast
Switch it up, I went romantic, took my shawty out to Greece
Every city that I go to, gotta link up with the street
I'm too humble for 'em, guess that's why they thinkin' I was sweet
Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate
We just f*ck around, we don't date
I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate
And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date
I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in
Then I took off, I ain't have no other option
I was too calm, now a nigga just pop shit
I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' Yen
Writer: Christopher N'Quay Rosser, Dominique Jones, Justin Lee, Marquis Cobb
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
This Week
Cook that shit up, Quay
Pulled up sippin' on drank (Drank)
Told 'em that I quit but I can't (I can't)
I just ran through a whole pint (Whole pint)
Add a whole 'nother M in the bank this week
Hope a nigga don't think I'm sweet (I'm sweet)
Lil' homie graduate, buy him a new Jeep (New Jeep)
Everything mine, I don't rent it, I keep (I keep)
All kind of cars, nigga, check out my fleet
We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable
Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors
Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah
I was runnin' through bags on Campbellton
Told the streets I'm too hot, you can't handle this
I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous
I'm rich, got caught with another nigga bitch
New G-Wagon, '18, no tints
Can't keep up with the money I spent
I don't keep count, I just know that I'm gettin' it
I be hearin' rumors they gon' take my chain
I ain't really trippin' if a young nigga get it
Hope you got insurance, nigga, you gon' die with it
Breaking news, guarantee we make a nigga feel it
We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable
Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors
We got the whole city on exotic, tell the plug to send all the flavors
I never went for extortion, you can't pay a nigga to tell you I paid him
Shout out the real ones who gettin' it, yeah
Ride 'round the city, no ceiling, yeah
I had to upgrade my living, yeah
Took me some time, but I did it, yeah
I'm balling, I stay on my pivot, yeah
Label me one of the real ones, yeah
I see 'em shootin' shots
Any one of 'em hit me, we killin' 'em dead
Pulled up sippin' on drank (Drank)
Told 'em that I quit but I can't (I can't)
I just ran through a whole pint (Whole pint)
Add a whole 'nother M in the bank this week
Hope a nigga don't think I'm sweet (I'm sweet)
Lil' homie graduate, buy him a new Jeep (New Jeep)
Everything mine, I don't rent it, I keep (I keep)
All kind of cars, nigga, check out my fleet
We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable
Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors
Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah
I was runnin' through bags on Campbellton
Told the streets I'm too hot, you can't handle this
I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous
I like how she watchin' me (Like how she watchin')
This jewelry on me goin' insane
I come from the poverty (Come from the poverty)
This money ain't makin' me change (Change)
Everything lit when we go up, yeah
Whole lot of four we throw up, yeah
My diamonds on fleek, they glow up, yeah
Everybody sip lean, pour up, yeah
All the PT's came from Cinco
Hope them folks don't hit me with the RICO
Still can make a call and get a kilo
Keep it real, you niggas know my steelo
Hold that thought, just keep that on the D-low
We don't pay no notes, don't go through re-po's
We gon' hit 'em up and make 'em repost
I became a neighborhood hero
Tryna listen to my conversation
Bank account a lot of punctuation
Told the plug ain't no more situations
Trap house rollin', Radric Davis (Oh God)
Pulled up sippin' on drank, yeah
Everywhere I go, big bank, yeah
Ain't never withdraw from the bank, yeah
Give a damn what a f*ck nigga think, yeah
Pulled up sippin' on drank (Drank)
Told 'em that I quit but I can't (I can't)
I just ran through a whole pint (Whole pint)
Add a whole 'nother M in the bank this week
Hope a nigga don't think I'm sweet (I'm sweet)
Lil' homie graduate, buy him a new Jeep (New Jeep)
Everything mine, I don't rent it, I keep (I keep)
All kind of cars, nigga, check out my fleet
We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable
Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors
Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah
I was runnin' through bags on Campbellton
Told the streets I'm too hot, you can't handle this
I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous
Pulled up sippin' on drank (Drank)
Told 'em that I quit but I can't (I can't)
I just ran through a whole pint (Whole pint)
Add a whole 'nother M in the bank this week
Hope a nigga don't think I'm sweet (I'm sweet)
Lil' homie graduate, buy him a new Jeep (New Jeep)
Everything mine, I don't rent it, I keep (I keep)
All kind of cars, nigga, check out my fleet
We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable
Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors
Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah
I was runnin' through bags on Campbellton
Told the streets I'm too hot, you can't handle this
I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous
I'm rich, got caught with another nigga bitch
New G-Wagon, '18, no tints
Can't keep up with the money I spent
I don't keep count, I just know that I'm gettin' it
I be hearin' rumors they gon' take my chain
I ain't really trippin' if a young nigga get it
Hope you got insurance, nigga, you gon' die with it
Breaking news, guarantee we make a nigga feel it
We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable
Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors
We got the whole city on exotic, tell the plug to send all the flavors
I never went for extortion, you can't pay a nigga to tell you I paid him
Shout out the real ones who gettin' it, yeah
Ride 'round the city, no ceiling, yeah
I had to upgrade my living, yeah
Took me some time, but I did it, yeah
I'm balling, I stay on my pivot, yeah
Label me one of the real ones, yeah
I see 'em shootin' shots
Any one of 'em hit me, we killin' 'em dead
Pulled up sippin' on drank (Drank)
Told 'em that I quit but I can't (I can't)
I just ran through a whole pint (Whole pint)
Add a whole 'nother M in the bank this week
Hope a nigga don't think I'm sweet (I'm sweet)
Lil' homie graduate, buy him a new Jeep (New Jeep)
Everything mine, I don't rent it, I keep (I keep)
All kind of cars, nigga, check out my fleet
We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable
Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors
Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah
I was runnin' through bags on Campbellton
Told the streets I'm too hot, you can't handle this
I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous
I like how she watchin' me (Like how she watchin')
This jewelry on me goin' insane
I come from the poverty (Come from the poverty)
This money ain't makin' me change (Change)
Everything lit when we go up, yeah
Whole lot of four we throw up, yeah
My diamonds on fleek, they glow up, yeah
Everybody sip lean, pour up, yeah
All the PT's came from Cinco
Hope them folks don't hit me with the RICO
Still can make a call and get a kilo
Keep it real, you niggas know my steelo
Hold that thought, just keep that on the D-low
We don't pay no notes, don't go through re-po's
We gon' hit 'em up and make 'em repost
I became a neighborhood hero
Tryna listen to my conversation
Bank account a lot of punctuation
Told the plug ain't no more situations
Trap house rollin', Radric Davis (Oh God)
Pulled up sippin' on drank, yeah
Everywhere I go, big bank, yeah
Ain't never withdraw from the bank, yeah
Give a damn what a f*ck nigga think, yeah
Pulled up sippin' on drank (Drank)
Told 'em that I quit but I can't (I can't)
I just ran through a whole pint (Whole pint)
Add a whole 'nother M in the bank this week
Hope a nigga don't think I'm sweet (I'm sweet)
Lil' homie graduate, buy him a new Jeep (New Jeep)
Everything mine, I don't rent it, I keep (I keep)
All kind of cars, nigga, check out my fleet
We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable
Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors
Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah
I was runnin' through bags on Campbellton
Told the streets I'm too hot, you can't handle this
I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous
Writer: Christopher N'Quay Rosser, Dominique Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Anyway
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
I'm taking off again, suicide doors, I won't let 'em in
Four or five cars, living like a God, paying for my sins
And this life that I'm in important
I can hop in the Benz, a foreign
Marlo said they come in in the morning
I got vibes, every state I got choices
Gucci coat like we stand on the corner with Mitch
Like I'm straight out the 'partments, I'm rich as a bitch
Taking mine off the top, let lil' bro keep the difference
Put an A in Atlanta, stand up for my city
I was re-in' up daily, they thought I was kidding
I was putting my profit up, saved me a milly
I keep pouring up Fantas so shit getting ridiculous
Hope the doctor don't say that I need a new kidney
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas balling like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I f*cking cannot fumble
Still ducking the laws, I gotta keep on running
I be rocking new shit, I got every color
This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas balling like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I f*cking cannot fumble
Still ducking the laws, I gotta keep on running
I be rocking new shit, I got every color
This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up
I f*ck with Lil Baby, no infant (uh)
I used to make plays at the Quick Trip (I did)
I spent a twenty on Quick Picks (tell 'em)
I run it back like a pick six (woo)
Add it all up, it's a re-up, man
I'm balling, I need equipment (balling)
I just bought a lift kit (Yeah)
Said she fell in love with a misfit (she love me)
And f*ck your opinion, you know how I'm livin'
My closet say, "To be continued" (f*ck you)
Back in the days I used to make plays
At Spondivits off of Virginia
Ain't no contender (nah)
Tattoo my name on placentas (woo)
I read a bitch like a kennel
Made a half a mil' in a rental (woo)
All of my verses suspenseful
My cuz a Blood, menstrual
He draws down, pants
I know that they care for your instrument
I ball, I need me an agent
I just might be your replacement (I might)
I got a whole lot of money
But I got a little patience
I got a whole lot of money
But I got a little patience (alright)
I got a whole lot of money
But I got a little patience
My bitch a trip, vacation
Too many chains, plantation
If you a real nigga
It ain't no expiration
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas balling like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I f*cking cannot fumble
Still ducking the laws, I gotta keep on running
I be rocking new shit, I got every color
This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas balling like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I f*cking cannot fumble
Still ducking the laws, I gotta keep on running (huh, Wop)
I be rocking new shit, I got every color
This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up (go)
They say Gucci's a criminal
Flood my timepiece with emeralds (burr)
Not conserve' or no liberal
Donate Rollies for Christmas (huh)
Heard I shop at Bar Harbor
I spent reckless on denim (wow)
She so fine, got her addy
F*cked, told my folks where to send her (well damn)
New 'Rari, half an M
See the horse, know the emblem
It's Big Guwop, it's him
Always us over them (f*ck 'em)
Niggas say they gon' do this and that
Then duck when I see 'em (huh)
Don't compare me to Slim
I could never be him (no)
Copped so many new baguettes
That I'm getting sick of myself (bling)
Big bully, crushed my peers
So now I pick on myself (huh)
Highly decorated soldier, I got hits on my belt
Big diamond choker choking on me, man like Conor McGregor (it's Gucci)
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas balling like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I f*cking cannot fumble
Still ducking the laws, I gotta keep on running
I be rocking new shit, I got every color
This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas balling like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I f*cking cannot fumble
Still ducking the laws, I gotta keep on running
I be rocking new shit, I got every color
This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up
I'm taking off again, suicide doors, I won't let 'em in
Four or five cars, living like a God, paying for my sins
And this life that I'm in important
I can hop in the Benz, a foreign
Marlo said they come in in the morning
I got vibes, every state I got choices
Gucci coat like we stand on the corner with Mitch
Like I'm straight out the 'partments, I'm rich as a bitch
Taking mine off the top, let lil' bro keep the difference
Put an A in Atlanta, stand up for my city
I was re-in' up daily, they thought I was kidding
I was putting my profit up, saved me a milly
I keep pouring up Fantas so shit getting ridiculous
Hope the doctor don't say that I need a new kidney
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas balling like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I f*cking cannot fumble
Still ducking the laws, I gotta keep on running
I be rocking new shit, I got every color
This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas balling like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I f*cking cannot fumble
Still ducking the laws, I gotta keep on running
I be rocking new shit, I got every color
This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up
I f*ck with Lil Baby, no infant (uh)
I used to make plays at the Quick Trip (I did)
I spent a twenty on Quick Picks (tell 'em)
I run it back like a pick six (woo)
Add it all up, it's a re-up, man
I'm balling, I need equipment (balling)
I just bought a lift kit (Yeah)
Said she fell in love with a misfit (she love me)
And f*ck your opinion, you know how I'm livin'
My closet say, "To be continued" (f*ck you)
Back in the days I used to make plays
At Spondivits off of Virginia
Ain't no contender (nah)
Tattoo my name on placentas (woo)
I read a bitch like a kennel
Made a half a mil' in a rental (woo)
All of my verses suspenseful
My cuz a Blood, menstrual
He draws down, pants
I know that they care for your instrument
I ball, I need me an agent
I just might be your replacement (I might)
I got a whole lot of money
But I got a little patience
I got a whole lot of money
But I got a little patience (alright)
I got a whole lot of money
But I got a little patience
My bitch a trip, vacation
Too many chains, plantation
If you a real nigga
It ain't no expiration
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas balling like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I f*cking cannot fumble
Still ducking the laws, I gotta keep on running
I be rocking new shit, I got every color
This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas balling like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I f*cking cannot fumble
Still ducking the laws, I gotta keep on running (huh, Wop)
I be rocking new shit, I got every color
This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up (go)
They say Gucci's a criminal
Flood my timepiece with emeralds (burr)
Not conserve' or no liberal
Donate Rollies for Christmas (huh)
Heard I shop at Bar Harbor
I spent reckless on denim (wow)
She so fine, got her addy
F*cked, told my folks where to send her (well damn)
New 'Rari, half an M
See the horse, know the emblem
It's Big Guwop, it's him
Always us over them (f*ck 'em)
Niggas say they gon' do this and that
Then duck when I see 'em (huh)
Don't compare me to Slim
I could never be him (no)
Copped so many new baguettes
That I'm getting sick of myself (bling)
Big bully, crushed my peers
So now I pick on myself (huh)
Highly decorated soldier, I got hits on my belt
Big diamond choker choking on me, man like Conor McGregor (it's Gucci)
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas balling like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I f*cking cannot fumble
Still ducking the laws, I gotta keep on running
I be rocking new shit, I got every color
This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas balling like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I f*cking cannot fumble
Still ducking the laws, I gotta keep on running
I be rocking new shit, I got every color
This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up
Writer: Christopher N'Quay Rosser, Dominique Jones, Radric Delantic Davis, Tauheed Epps
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
No Friends
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
I come from a different type of cloth than these niggas
I'ma buy a different type of car than these niggas
Ain't gon' f*ck on none of these new bitches, they be hittin'
I gotta switch it up, man, I gotta move different, I'm a boss nigga
Yeah, show them youngins how to level up
Four Season hotel, sixty levels up
But I'm a resident
If you gon' do the crime, go hard, don't leave no evidence
I got 'em all on my wave 'cause it's evident
But where was y'all when I was lost? Didn't know where to go
She think I'm fly, she like my pimpin', but I can't save no ho
You only get one chance to cross me, then it's say no more
I gotta tell 'em go
I ain't hit your baby mama, I hit her with the curveball
I ain't hit your baby mama, I hit her with the curveball
And I'm still the same young hitter, used to serve y'all
Don't ever get it twisted, my youngins really flip shit
My youngins really flip shit, don't ever get it twisted
'Cause I'll really flip shit
I don't need no friends, I just wanna win
I got this new Benz and it's all I need
She listen to her friends, they wanna get in
She don't understand that they'll slob on me
If I let 'em, ain't gon' let up, I'ma keep on strivin'
Heard they lookin' for me, I can't tell 'cause I ain't hidin'
It don't matter if I'm frownin' 'cause my mama smilin'
I done finally went legit, ain't no more public housing
I gotta stay from 'round them
I'm gon' pull up AMG like I don't know my alphabet
Youngins ain't on Instagram but they still want a blue check
If 12 go and grab one more of my dawgs, I'ma sue the vet
I thought they all wanna see me ball, they'd rather go hire the Nets
All these pointers in my watch but my Rolex ain't tellin' (hell nah)
Know the drank the devil but when I'm on it, feel like I'm in heaven
In the hood shootin' dice, ask what it playin', we told him, "7"
Used to go to church 'til I seen MC serve the reverend
I'm gettin' bigger, no small favors
Wonder why she don't wanna f*ck when I ain't wearin' my necklace
They ain't picture me like this so I sent all them selfies
Pray you don't get caught in Lil Mexico, when we slide, it's deadly
I'ma pay her for that pussy, I won't lie, they petty
And them jeans we came from wearin' Moschino
When the paper comin' in, it'll drive you senile
It'll drive you crazy (it'll drive you insane)
Pray you take these lines and look back, oh, they all faded (yeah)
I don't need no friends, I just wanna win
I got this new Benz and it's all I need
She listen to her friends, they wanna get in
She don't understand that they'll slob on me
If I let 'em, ain't gon' let up, I'ma keep on strivin'
Heard they lookin' for me, I can't tell 'cause I ain't hidin'
It don't matter if I'm frownin' 'cause my mama smilin'
I done finally went legit, ain't no more public housing
I gotta stay from 'round them
I come from a different type of cloth than these niggas
I'ma buy a different type of car than these niggas
Ain't gon' f*ck on none of these new bitches, they be hittin'
I gotta switch it up, man, I gotta move different, I'm a boss nigga
Yeah, show them youngins how to level up
Four Season hotel, sixty levels up
But I'm a resident
If you gon' do the crime, go hard, don't leave no evidence
I got 'em all on my wave 'cause it's evident
But where was y'all when I was lost? Didn't know where to go
She think I'm fly, she like my pimpin', but I can't save no ho
You only get one chance to cross me, then it's say no more
I gotta tell 'em go
I ain't hit your baby mama, I hit her with the curveball
I ain't hit your baby mama, I hit her with the curveball
And I'm still the same young hitter, used to serve y'all
Don't ever get it twisted, my youngins really flip shit
My youngins really flip shit, don't ever get it twisted
'Cause I'll really flip shit
I don't need no friends, I just wanna win
I got this new Benz and it's all I need
She listen to her friends, they wanna get in
She don't understand that they'll slob on me
If I let 'em, ain't gon' let up, I'ma keep on strivin'
Heard they lookin' for me, I can't tell 'cause I ain't hidin'
It don't matter if I'm frownin' 'cause my mama smilin'
I done finally went legit, ain't no more public housing
I gotta stay from 'round them
I'm gon' pull up AMG like I don't know my alphabet
Youngins ain't on Instagram but they still want a blue check
If 12 go and grab one more of my dawgs, I'ma sue the vet
I thought they all wanna see me ball, they'd rather go hire the Nets
All these pointers in my watch but my Rolex ain't tellin' (hell nah)
Know the drank the devil but when I'm on it, feel like I'm in heaven
In the hood shootin' dice, ask what it playin', we told him, "7"
Used to go to church 'til I seen MC serve the reverend
I'm gettin' bigger, no small favors
Wonder why she don't wanna f*ck when I ain't wearin' my necklace
They ain't picture me like this so I sent all them selfies
Pray you don't get caught in Lil Mexico, when we slide, it's deadly
I'ma pay her for that pussy, I won't lie, they petty
And them jeans we came from wearin' Moschino
When the paper comin' in, it'll drive you senile
It'll drive you crazy (it'll drive you insane)
Pray you take these lines and look back, oh, they all faded (yeah)
I don't need no friends, I just wanna win
I got this new Benz and it's all I need
She listen to her friends, they wanna get in
She don't understand that they'll slob on me
If I let 'em, ain't gon' let up, I'ma keep on strivin'
Heard they lookin' for me, I can't tell 'cause I ain't hidin'
It don't matter if I'm frownin' 'cause my mama smilin'
I done finally went legit, ain't no more public housing
I gotta stay from 'round them
Writer: Christopher N'Quay Rosser, Dominique Jones, Ryan Adams
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Realist in It
Realest (realest), in it (in it)
I was on the block because I was suspended
Niggas, bitches (bitches)
I ain't takin' shots, I hope they don't get offended
G550, this is not a rental
New AP, limited edition
Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols
I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em
Hold up, Baby (Baby)
You been goin' crazy, who said you wouldn't make it?
I keep somethin' to say to dopeboys 'round the nation
I won't stop for nothin', I'm chasin' after paper
Talkin' like I'm basic, really that's some hate shit
See I'm out in public, why don't never say shit?
They know I would pay for them to get a facelift
Penthouse at the top, I come from out the basement
Opps talkin' crazy, hope my Glock don't jam
Gotta make it back home, take care of my lil' one
When it's time to ride, I'm like f*ck makin' a diss song
Went and bought a Wraith just for somethin' for us to sit on
Every rapper on the come-up send a song for me to get on
Ain't nothin' wrong, I used the plug for me to get on
Ten thousand dollar outfit, I got this shit on
DM-ing my ho, another nigga I'ma shit on
Realest (realest), in it (in it)
I was on the block because I was suspended
Niggas, bitches (bitches)
I ain't takin' shots, I hope they don't get offended
G550, this is not a rental
New AP, limited edition
Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols
I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em (wop!)
Gucci cuttin' up, time for a button-up (ha)
Haters face crunched up like I cut an onion up (damn!)
Your rent pay for what I paid for the temp fade (huh?)
Got the blocks any day, yeah them Dikembes (block)
Got the trap goin' up on a Wednesday (up)
Samurai, choppin' up work like a sensei (wop)
Cops is so safe, I rock like Coldplay
They don't really know no nothin' 'bout the old Ray (no)
Trappin' out my Box Chevy, me and OJ (ha)
Michael Jackson with the glove, Annie, are you okay? (Wow!)
Junkies in the hood singin' like the old Jay
Dope so good, make your uncle sell the Bluray (damn!)
Drop the top off the Rolls like a toupée
Fiasco when I pull up like I'm Lupe (uh)
Castro, but now in the new day
Shoot him in the head, I ain't never like him, no way
Billie Jean, bitch I'm tryna see your whole team
He think he slick so I shot him in the doorway (huh?)
Another murder, boy, I'm known for duckin' murder charge
Double murder, tried to pin it on me like I'm OJ (wow)
Quadruple cross him like a nigga owe me
Cold-hearted like I never had a vertebrae (it's Gucci)
Boss talk, make 'em bring it to your doorway
4 Pockets Full, whippin' up a four-way (skrrt)
Realest (realest), in it (in it)
I was on the block because I was suspended
Niggas, bitches (bitches)
I ain't takin' shots, I hope they don't get offended
G550, this is not a rental
New AP, limited edition
Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols
I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em (Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!)
Engine in the rear, put a million in the front (rear)
What the f*ck is fear? Chopper eat you like it's lunch (fear)
Fourth and long, nigga, but we don't go for the punt (long)
Lookin' at the thottie body, this ho is a runt (thottie)
Wait, when we draw the chopper, niggas start to run? (Wait)
Wait, these bitches wanna come f*ck with a don? (Woo!)
Wait, if a nigga talk about some funds, I relate (relate)
You hate, I did the race, Tay-K (skrrt)
Thinkin' like I'm Meech, M's in the vase (meech)
Practice what I preach, money on the daily (practice what I)
She not NeNe but she leaks oh so crazy (she not NeNe)
Niggas plottin' and I peep with a lazy (what I peep)
Push the money out, I'm in labor (woo)
She tryna f*ck me for some clout, hurt my baby (clout)
I got money stashed somewhere in my acres (stash)
My left wrist sad 'cause my right glacier
Realest (huh), in it (in it)
I was on the block because I was suspended
Niggas, bitches (bitches)
I ain't takin' shots, I hope they don't get offended
G550, this is not a rental
New AP, limited edition
Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols
I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em
Hold up, Baby (Baby)
You been goin' crazy, who said you wouldn't make it?
I keep somethin' to say to dopeboys 'round the nation
I won't stop for nothin', I'm chasin' after paper
Talkin' like I'm basic, really that's some hate shit
See I'm out in public, why don't never say shit?
They know I would pay for them to get a facelift
Penthouse at the top, I come from out the basement
I was on the block because I was suspended
Niggas, bitches (bitches)
I ain't takin' shots, I hope they don't get offended
G550, this is not a rental
New AP, limited edition
Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols
I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em
Hold up, Baby (Baby)
You been goin' crazy, who said you wouldn't make it?
I keep somethin' to say to dopeboys 'round the nation
I won't stop for nothin', I'm chasin' after paper
Talkin' like I'm basic, really that's some hate shit
See I'm out in public, why don't never say shit?
They know I would pay for them to get a facelift
Penthouse at the top, I come from out the basement
Opps talkin' crazy, hope my Glock don't jam
Gotta make it back home, take care of my lil' one
When it's time to ride, I'm like f*ck makin' a diss song
Went and bought a Wraith just for somethin' for us to sit on
Every rapper on the come-up send a song for me to get on
Ain't nothin' wrong, I used the plug for me to get on
Ten thousand dollar outfit, I got this shit on
DM-ing my ho, another nigga I'ma shit on
Realest (realest), in it (in it)
I was on the block because I was suspended
Niggas, bitches (bitches)
I ain't takin' shots, I hope they don't get offended
G550, this is not a rental
New AP, limited edition
Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols
I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em (wop!)
Gucci cuttin' up, time for a button-up (ha)
Haters face crunched up like I cut an onion up (damn!)
Your rent pay for what I paid for the temp fade (huh?)
Got the blocks any day, yeah them Dikembes (block)
Got the trap goin' up on a Wednesday (up)
Samurai, choppin' up work like a sensei (wop)
Cops is so safe, I rock like Coldplay
They don't really know no nothin' 'bout the old Ray (no)
Trappin' out my Box Chevy, me and OJ (ha)
Michael Jackson with the glove, Annie, are you okay? (Wow!)
Junkies in the hood singin' like the old Jay
Dope so good, make your uncle sell the Bluray (damn!)
Drop the top off the Rolls like a toupée
Fiasco when I pull up like I'm Lupe (uh)
Castro, but now in the new day
Shoot him in the head, I ain't never like him, no way
Billie Jean, bitch I'm tryna see your whole team
He think he slick so I shot him in the doorway (huh?)
Another murder, boy, I'm known for duckin' murder charge
Double murder, tried to pin it on me like I'm OJ (wow)
Quadruple cross him like a nigga owe me
Cold-hearted like I never had a vertebrae (it's Gucci)
Boss talk, make 'em bring it to your doorway
4 Pockets Full, whippin' up a four-way (skrrt)
Realest (realest), in it (in it)
I was on the block because I was suspended
Niggas, bitches (bitches)
I ain't takin' shots, I hope they don't get offended
G550, this is not a rental
New AP, limited edition
Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols
I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em (Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!)
Engine in the rear, put a million in the front (rear)
What the f*ck is fear? Chopper eat you like it's lunch (fear)
Fourth and long, nigga, but we don't go for the punt (long)
Lookin' at the thottie body, this ho is a runt (thottie)
Wait, when we draw the chopper, niggas start to run? (Wait)
Wait, these bitches wanna come f*ck with a don? (Woo!)
Wait, if a nigga talk about some funds, I relate (relate)
You hate, I did the race, Tay-K (skrrt)
Thinkin' like I'm Meech, M's in the vase (meech)
Practice what I preach, money on the daily (practice what I)
She not NeNe but she leaks oh so crazy (she not NeNe)
Niggas plottin' and I peep with a lazy (what I peep)
Push the money out, I'm in labor (woo)
She tryna f*ck me for some clout, hurt my baby (clout)
I got money stashed somewhere in my acres (stash)
My left wrist sad 'cause my right glacier
Realest (huh), in it (in it)
I was on the block because I was suspended
Niggas, bitches (bitches)
I ain't takin' shots, I hope they don't get offended
G550, this is not a rental
New AP, limited edition
Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols
I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em
Hold up, Baby (Baby)
You been goin' crazy, who said you wouldn't make it?
I keep somethin' to say to dopeboys 'round the nation
I won't stop for nothin', I'm chasin' after paper
Talkin' like I'm basic, really that's some hate shit
See I'm out in public, why don't never say shit?
They know I would pay for them to get a facelift
Penthouse at the top, I come from out the basement
Writer: Dominique Jones, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Radric Davis, Chris Rosser
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Section 8
Wheezy outta here
Went and copped the new plain jane (Plain jane)
Didn't like it, I bust down (Bust down)
I finesse for another check (Damn)
Hit the bros and we bust down (Bust down)
Now I got my whole 'partments winning
We got all type of cars, and they ain't rented (No)
We ain't cuffin' no broads, we got plenty (No)
We ain't taking no bars, we be sippin' (No)
We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin' in and out
We got them bags runnin' in and out
Plug on the way, we ain't seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain't runnin' out
We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
(Section 8 'partment to a condo, Wheezy outta here)
We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin' in and out
We got them bags runnin' in and out
Plug on the way, we ain't seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain't runnin' out
We got them foreigns outside of the 'partment
Look like a dealership (look like a dealership)
Heard he got caught but he just got off
I don't want no dealings with him (don't want no dealings with him)
He just want clout and he don't want problems
He ain't no real killer (he ain't no real killer)
I don't entertain him, I know we dangerous
I hang with drug dealers (and some real killers), yeah
Hit that lil' bitch at the spot and I made her feel like we was at the Intercontinental
We workin', we ridin' in rentals
We don't drive the car, 'cause that draw too much attention
My lil' homie swang the AR, like a guitar
He ain't never took a picture
Wherever we go, we go hard, they know who we are
Got 'em stoppin', takin' pictures
We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin' in and out
We got them bags runnin' in and out
Plug on the way, we ain't seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain't runnin' out
We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
(Section 8 'partment to a condo, Wheezy outta here)
We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin' in and out
We got them bags runnin' in and out
Plug on the way, we ain't seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain't runnin' out
I parked the Lam' in the front of this house, though
(I parked the Lam' in the front of this house, though)
Everything handled, I'm blockin' 'em out, no
(Everything handled, I'm blockin' 'em out, no)
Yes, yes, baguettes inside of my eyes, ho
I hop in a foreign everywhere I go, I don't ride in no Tahoe
Trap spot, sprawled out, sittin' in front of the back with the whoa
Lot of ammo, oh, I can go to war with the president though
Money hella mold, I want some Louis with some Backwood to roll
I put these racks up to my eyes and they land at my knees, knees, knees
I put the TEC to your rib 'cause I'm havin' real OCD
I know she be in her feelings when I wipe my dick off and leave
Everyone 'round me got killers and they runnin' 'round and sippin' lean
'Bout to put my dick inside some kidneys and I put some scratches on her knees
I'ma cop 20 Plain Janes, yeah, and I'm passin' 'em right around (passin' it 'round)
Gon' regret bein' a gang-banger, yeah, and I took it around the town (take it 'round the town)
Cuban link big as Wu-Tang, yeah, yeah (Cuban link big as Wu-Tang, yeah)
I'm the new Tity 2 Chainz, yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm the new Tity 2 Chainz, yeah)
Got her whippin' the Mulsanne (yeah, yeah)
She done re'd up with new chains (yeah, yeah)
I been movin' 'em nuisance (yeah, yeah)
Turn 'em on to the food chain (yeah)
Bad Balenci's, a few stains (yeah, yeah)
Got baguettes by the bouquet
They compare me with Wu-Tang (yeah, yeah)
Buy a Benz for the boo thang (yeah)
We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin' in and out
We got them bags runnin' in and out
Plug on the way, we ain't seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain't runnin' out
We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
(Section 8 'partment to a condo, Wheezy outta here)
We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin' in and out
We got them bags runnin' in and out
Plug on the way, we ain't seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain't runnin' out
Went and copped the new plain jane (Plain jane)
Didn't like it, I bust down (Bust down)
I finesse for another check (Damn)
Hit the bros and we bust down (Bust down)
Now I got my whole 'partments winning
We got all type of cars, and they ain't rented (No)
We ain't cuffin' no broads, we got plenty (No)
We ain't taking no bars, we be sippin' (No)
We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin' in and out
We got them bags runnin' in and out
Plug on the way, we ain't seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain't runnin' out
We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
(Section 8 'partment to a condo, Wheezy outta here)
We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin' in and out
We got them bags runnin' in and out
Plug on the way, we ain't seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain't runnin' out
We got them foreigns outside of the 'partment
Look like a dealership (look like a dealership)
Heard he got caught but he just got off
I don't want no dealings with him (don't want no dealings with him)
He just want clout and he don't want problems
He ain't no real killer (he ain't no real killer)
I don't entertain him, I know we dangerous
I hang with drug dealers (and some real killers), yeah
Hit that lil' bitch at the spot and I made her feel like we was at the Intercontinental
We workin', we ridin' in rentals
We don't drive the car, 'cause that draw too much attention
My lil' homie swang the AR, like a guitar
He ain't never took a picture
Wherever we go, we go hard, they know who we are
Got 'em stoppin', takin' pictures
We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin' in and out
We got them bags runnin' in and out
Plug on the way, we ain't seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain't runnin' out
We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
(Section 8 'partment to a condo, Wheezy outta here)
We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin' in and out
We got them bags runnin' in and out
Plug on the way, we ain't seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain't runnin' out
I parked the Lam' in the front of this house, though
(I parked the Lam' in the front of this house, though)
Everything handled, I'm blockin' 'em out, no
(Everything handled, I'm blockin' 'em out, no)
Yes, yes, baguettes inside of my eyes, ho
I hop in a foreign everywhere I go, I don't ride in no Tahoe
Trap spot, sprawled out, sittin' in front of the back with the whoa
Lot of ammo, oh, I can go to war with the president though
Money hella mold, I want some Louis with some Backwood to roll
I put these racks up to my eyes and they land at my knees, knees, knees
I put the TEC to your rib 'cause I'm havin' real OCD
I know she be in her feelings when I wipe my dick off and leave
Everyone 'round me got killers and they runnin' 'round and sippin' lean
'Bout to put my dick inside some kidneys and I put some scratches on her knees
I'ma cop 20 Plain Janes, yeah, and I'm passin' 'em right around (passin' it 'round)
Gon' regret bein' a gang-banger, yeah, and I took it around the town (take it 'round the town)
Cuban link big as Wu-Tang, yeah, yeah (Cuban link big as Wu-Tang, yeah)
I'm the new Tity 2 Chainz, yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm the new Tity 2 Chainz, yeah)
Got her whippin' the Mulsanne (yeah, yeah)
She done re'd up with new chains (yeah, yeah)
I been movin' 'em nuisance (yeah, yeah)
Turn 'em on to the food chain (yeah)
Bad Balenci's, a few stains (yeah, yeah)
Got baguettes by the bouquet
They compare me with Wu-Tang (yeah, yeah)
Buy a Benz for the boo thang (yeah)
We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin' in and out
We got them bags runnin' in and out
Plug on the way, we ain't seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain't runnin' out
We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
(Section 8 'partment to a condo, Wheezy outta here)
We turned a Section 8 'partment to a condo
(Section 8 'partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin' in and out
We got them bags runnin' in and out
Plug on the way, we ain't seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain't runnin' out
Writer: Dominique Jones, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Chastised
Al Geno on the track
Niggas having undercover pressure 'bout bitches
Let a nigga know if it's smoke
I was sittin' in jail, I was payin' attention
I done seen gangsta niggas turn bitches
I'ma answer calls, I don't like bitches
She'll still pull up on a nigga kick
I ain't gon' lie, we talked about this
I always knew that I'd get rich
Shawty, she cry like I'm buying tears
She done kept it gangsta all of these years
Used to write the bitch, she ain't write back
Now I'm on top, she don't like that
I don't think about it, had to let her know
That she could die tomorrow, probably wouldn't notice
Try to hold me down, I gotta stay focused
Go and get the money, bust the safe open
Stay away from broads, I gotta stay low
Rest in peace my dawg, he got a halo (yeah)
Play with me, you gon' get chastised
Free the bros down the road doin' real time
All the homies, they call it the red line
He gon' only pull up when he say, "it's time"
Play with me, you gon' get chastised
Free the bros down the road doin' real time
All the homies, they call it the red line
He gon' only pull up when he say, "it's time"
Ain't got no patience for bullshit
I'll kill 'em all dead, ain't gone play with nobody
Lil' homie thuggin', he thirteen
Like slim bitch, he just want him a body
No one went to the league but we all ball
Make sure everyone eat, I don't ball hog
Swear it's somthin' 'bout the hood that make my heartbeat
Do a show and fly right back to Spark Street
Been dead broke, that's what scarred me
Watching niggas hustle, that's what taught me
They was tryna leave me by the garbage
Now they call and meet me, I'm a target
Do it for 'em, make 'em feel important
Knowin' damn well I should've ignored it
I buy what I want, I can afford it
Lot of money, I want more of it
Play with me, you gon' get chastised
Free the bros down the road doin' real time
All the homies, they call it the red line
He gon' only pull up when he say, "it's time"
Play with me, you gon' get chastised
Free the bros down the road doin' real time
All the homies, they call it the red line
He gon' only pull up when he say, "it's time"
Niggas having undercover pressure 'bout bitches
Let a nigga know if it's smoke
I was sittin' in jail, I was payin' attention
I done seen gangsta niggas turn bitches
I'ma answer calls, I don't like bitches
She'll still pull up on a nigga kick
I ain't gon' lie, we talked about this
I always knew that I'd get rich
Shawty, she cry like I'm buying tears
She done kept it gangsta all of these years
Used to write the bitch, she ain't write back
Now I'm on top, she don't like that
I don't think about it, had to let her know
That she could die tomorrow, probably wouldn't notice
Try to hold me down, I gotta stay focused
Go and get the money, bust the safe open
Stay away from broads, I gotta stay low
Rest in peace my dawg, he got a halo (yeah)
Play with me, you gon' get chastised
Free the bros down the road doin' real time
All the homies, they call it the red line
He gon' only pull up when he say, "it's time"
Play with me, you gon' get chastised
Free the bros down the road doin' real time
All the homies, they call it the red line
He gon' only pull up when he say, "it's time"
Ain't got no patience for bullshit
I'll kill 'em all dead, ain't gone play with nobody
Lil' homie thuggin', he thirteen
Like slim bitch, he just want him a body
No one went to the league but we all ball
Make sure everyone eat, I don't ball hog
Swear it's somthin' 'bout the hood that make my heartbeat
Do a show and fly right back to Spark Street
Been dead broke, that's what scarred me
Watching niggas hustle, that's what taught me
They was tryna leave me by the garbage
Now they call and meet me, I'm a target
Do it for 'em, make 'em feel important
Knowin' damn well I should've ignored it
I buy what I want, I can afford it
Lot of money, I want more of it
Play with me, you gon' get chastised
Free the bros down the road doin' real time
All the homies, they call it the red line
He gon' only pull up when he say, "it's time"
Play with me, you gon' get chastised
Free the bros down the road doin' real time
All the homies, they call it the red line
He gon' only pull up when he say, "it's time"
Writer: Dominique Jones, Gene Jabion Hixon
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Dreams 2 Reality
Al Geno on the track
From a headshot
Tryna buy the whole block
Runnin' millions until my legs out
Runnin' millions until my legs out
Wheelchair when my legs tired
Wheelchair when my legs tired
Yeah, yeah
My life was hard, it just had to be, yeah
Watch me turn my dreams to reality, yeah
I'm running, I feel them demons after me, yeah
When I pop these Percs, I don't do it happily
Got a little fame, all of a sudden they change
Feel like shovel with dirt thrown side of my name
I was so blind, I just couldn't see the hate
Forgave all them niggas, I'm still Ray
Would have never started rappin' if I knew this shit had came with this
If I had never made a hit, would they be on my dick?
I just been sittin' back and pushing pounds, just gettin' fit
And I got a sixty on my right wrist
I'm moving fast like lightning
These other rappers tryna bite me
Your baby mama want to bite me
I swear to God to she trifling
I pass her on 'cause I'm righteous
I run the jungle like Tarzan
That Codeine was like poison
I cut back, I feel awesome
No playoffs but I'm balling
Had a good day, I scored forty and I ain't talkin points
I close my eyes, I still have flashbacks when I was in the joint
I hit my knees, I'm thanking God, I'm praying every morning
I check the schedule, I'm booked up, I'm finally touring
I'm going where I wanna go, doing what I wanna do
I can screw who who I wanna screw
I came from nothing, I can never lose
Turned my dreams into reality
I thought that you'll be glad for me
I can't believe that you mad at me
Damn, dawg, I'm proud of you
My life was garbage, too, but I did what I supposed to do
And I went and bought the latest coupe
Told my young nigga to stay in school
But he didn't listen now he got a .45 in the kitchen
With a biscuit ready to flip it
My life was hard, it just had to be (Had to be)
Watch me turn my dreams to reality, yeah (Reality)
I'm running, I feel them demons after me, yeah (I feel them after me)
When I pop these Percs, I don't do it happily (I don't do it happily)
Got little fame, all of a sudden they change
Feel like shovel with dirt thrown side of my name
I was so blind, I just couldn't see the hate
Forgave all them niggas, I'm still Ray
Would have never started rappin' if I knew this shit had came with this
I'm on top of all these niggas, I can see when all these Angels piss
The way my nigga cross me up, I thought his name was Chris
Don't wanna f*ck around and kill my dawg, they gon' do me like I'm Vic
They gon' really hate me if I sign a deal
I'm go buy rain, crash on purple, blame it on the pill
When Lil' Joe be smilin', it be looking like he headed to second base
I see the hate, they look like makeup, it's all on their face
I can't see Fred no more so I be talkin' to his head stone
Sometimes I want to catch a body, but I put my head on
Crawford finna touchdown, he in the red zone
I sure got tired of sendin' him naked pictures of my red bone
Yeah, G just bounced right back off a headshot
Y'all won't f*ck that bitch if she ain't got no ass shots
Put them choppers on the jet, we gon' air it out
Twenty five hundred on some trap gear, we gon' wear it out
Too much dirty money, won't put that shit in the shower
Even when lights out, boy, that money still bring power
Cap serve a lot of white, but that shit look like baby powder
Got my gun at every show, I don't care if it ain't crowded
I barely sleep, but when I do, I just be dreaming
They know I came from the bottom like Bikinis
When I can't get hold to them Percs, I be fiendin'
Why would you tell me that you love me and you don't mean it?
My life was hard, it just had to be, yeah
Watch me turn my dreams to reality, yeah
I'm running, I feel them demons after me, yeah
When I pop these Percs, I don't do it happily
Got a little fame, all of a sudden they change
Feel like shovel with dirt thrown side of my name
I was so blind, I just couldn't see the hate
Forgave all them niggas, I'm still Ray
Would have never started rappin' if I knew this shit had came with this
I'm on top of all these niggas, I can see when all these angles piss
The way my nigga cross me up, I thought his name was Chris
Don't wanna f*ck around and kill my dawg, they gon' do me like I'm Vic
They gon' really hate me if I sign a deal
I'm go buy rain, crash on purple, blame it on the pill
When Lil' Joe be smilin', it be looking like he headed to second base
I see the hate, they look like makeup, it's all on their face
From a headshot
Tryna buy the whole block
Runnin' millions until my legs out
Runnin' millions until my legs out
Wheelchair when my legs tired
Wheelchair when my legs tired
Yeah, yeah
My life was hard, it just had to be, yeah
Watch me turn my dreams to reality, yeah
I'm running, I feel them demons after me, yeah
When I pop these Percs, I don't do it happily
Got a little fame, all of a sudden they change
Feel like shovel with dirt thrown side of my name
I was so blind, I just couldn't see the hate
Forgave all them niggas, I'm still Ray
Would have never started rappin' if I knew this shit had came with this
If I had never made a hit, would they be on my dick?
I just been sittin' back and pushing pounds, just gettin' fit
And I got a sixty on my right wrist
I'm moving fast like lightning
These other rappers tryna bite me
Your baby mama want to bite me
I swear to God to she trifling
I pass her on 'cause I'm righteous
I run the jungle like Tarzan
That Codeine was like poison
I cut back, I feel awesome
No playoffs but I'm balling
Had a good day, I scored forty and I ain't talkin points
I close my eyes, I still have flashbacks when I was in the joint
I hit my knees, I'm thanking God, I'm praying every morning
I check the schedule, I'm booked up, I'm finally touring
I'm going where I wanna go, doing what I wanna do
I can screw who who I wanna screw
I came from nothing, I can never lose
Turned my dreams into reality
I thought that you'll be glad for me
I can't believe that you mad at me
Damn, dawg, I'm proud of you
My life was garbage, too, but I did what I supposed to do
And I went and bought the latest coupe
Told my young nigga to stay in school
But he didn't listen now he got a .45 in the kitchen
With a biscuit ready to flip it
My life was hard, it just had to be (Had to be)
Watch me turn my dreams to reality, yeah (Reality)
I'm running, I feel them demons after me, yeah (I feel them after me)
When I pop these Percs, I don't do it happily (I don't do it happily)
Got little fame, all of a sudden they change
Feel like shovel with dirt thrown side of my name
I was so blind, I just couldn't see the hate
Forgave all them niggas, I'm still Ray
Would have never started rappin' if I knew this shit had came with this
I'm on top of all these niggas, I can see when all these Angels piss
The way my nigga cross me up, I thought his name was Chris
Don't wanna f*ck around and kill my dawg, they gon' do me like I'm Vic
They gon' really hate me if I sign a deal
I'm go buy rain, crash on purple, blame it on the pill
When Lil' Joe be smilin', it be looking like he headed to second base
I see the hate, they look like makeup, it's all on their face
I can't see Fred no more so I be talkin' to his head stone
Sometimes I want to catch a body, but I put my head on
Crawford finna touchdown, he in the red zone
I sure got tired of sendin' him naked pictures of my red bone
Yeah, G just bounced right back off a headshot
Y'all won't f*ck that bitch if she ain't got no ass shots
Put them choppers on the jet, we gon' air it out
Twenty five hundred on some trap gear, we gon' wear it out
Too much dirty money, won't put that shit in the shower
Even when lights out, boy, that money still bring power
Cap serve a lot of white, but that shit look like baby powder
Got my gun at every show, I don't care if it ain't crowded
I barely sleep, but when I do, I just be dreaming
They know I came from the bottom like Bikinis
When I can't get hold to them Percs, I be fiendin'
Why would you tell me that you love me and you don't mean it?
My life was hard, it just had to be, yeah
Watch me turn my dreams to reality, yeah
I'm running, I feel them demons after me, yeah
When I pop these Percs, I don't do it happily
Got a little fame, all of a sudden they change
Feel like shovel with dirt thrown side of my name
I was so blind, I just couldn't see the hate
Forgave all them niggas, I'm still Ray
Would have never started rappin' if I knew this shit had came with this
I'm on top of all these niggas, I can see when all these angles piss
The way my nigga cross me up, I thought his name was Chris
Don't wanna f*ck around and kill my dawg, they gon' do me like I'm Vic
They gon' really hate me if I sign a deal
I'm go buy rain, crash on purple, blame it on the pill
When Lil' Joe be smilin', it be looking like he headed to second base
I see the hate, they look like makeup, it's all on their face
Writer: Dominique Jones, Gene Hixon, Kobe Crawford
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Street Gossip is a commercial mixtape by American rapper Lil Baby. It was released on November 30, 2018, by Quality Control Music, Motown, Capitol Records and Wolfpack Music Group. It features guest appearances from Meek Mill, Gunna, 2 Chainz, Gucci Mane, Rylo Rodriguez, Offset, Young Thug, and NoCap.
Performed By:
Lil BabyGenre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Algino, Mattazik Muzik, Metro Boomin, Milan Beker, Quay Global, Wheezy
Length: 41:29
Released: November 30th, 2018
Year: 2018