This that turnt shit (ah, ah)
All f*cking year, we on turnt shit (all year, I'm poppin' it)
Put it on, this that turnt shit (the drip I do it)
Don't look at me wrong, this that turnt shit ('cause I might do it)
I'm so with the shit, a half a ticket on me right now (talkin' 'bout right now)
AP Skelly quarter milli', that's two-fifty thou' (baow)
Got less than nothin' for these niggas, this shit business now
Can get a truckload to your front door, nigga, pick a town (go)
Bitch help me start my day off right, gimme top in the mornin' (no)
Lil' snowflake, her head great, should be sponsored by Tony (great)
Like a junkie in the trap, where the smoke at? I want it (go)
Numbers that's fake or some from Drake only thing they got on me
All that shit soundin' the same, I'm takin' back over, Timberland step on these niggas like roaches
Get out the way, my nigga, scoot over, f*ck these rappers, these niggas ain't GOATED
Really been hatin', that's all that you showed me, word is your bond, that's all that you owe me
Word is your bond, that's all that you owe me (yeah), that's all that you owe me
On addy, been geekin' for two days (couple)
I'm on that drank like Kool-Aid (valid)
I'm smokin' Loaf Boy exotic, got ice on my body, new piece, only two made (shinin')
Nigga, it's in me, not on me, I can say one thing, make a bitch go two ways (yeah)
Yeah, it's my way or the highway (ha), I got that shit in the driveway (skrrt-skrrt, hey, hey)
This that turnt shit (ah, ah)
All f*cking year, we on turnt shit (all year, I'm poppin' it)
Put it on, this that turnt shit (the drip I do it)
Don't look at me wrong, this that turnt shit ('cause I might do it)
I'm so with the shit, a half a ticket on me right now (talkin' 'bout right now)
AP Skelly quarter milli', that's two-fifty thou' (baow)
Got less than nothin' for these niggas, this shit business now
Can get a truckload to your front door, nigga, pick a town (go)
I built so many niggas up, just take a look around (you'll see)
My life so P, I got a bitch upstairs and on the couch (right now)
One ho so crazy 'bout me, she fly her own self out (Lulu)
Bitch, I just need you to be quiet and put dick in your mouth (hey)
Since they askin', I'ma brag, I'm who put shit in motion (bag)
These niggas like to lollygag, I'm hustlin' like a broker (motion)
Them dry ass diamonds ain't on none, don't compare mine to your shit (never)
These real pieces on my neck, color clarity moments (icy)
Line 'em up and let that fully hit his taper
She doin' her, I'm doin' me (why?), ain't nobody faithful (we tossin')
Now it ain't no fun that the rabbit got the K
He pray to Islam anyway, let's gon' 'head, box him up today (Alhamdulillah, hey, hey)
This that turnt shit (ah, ah)
All f*ckin' year, we on turnt shit (all year, I'm poppin' it)
Put it on, this that turnt shit (nigga, you now how I come)
Don't look at me wrong, this that turnt shit (every year, nigga, I should have said every year)
This that turnt shit (ah, ah)
All f*cking year, we on turnt shit (3-6-5)
Put it on, this that turnt shit (the drip I do it)
Don't look at me wrong, this that turnt shit ('cause I might do it better)
Moneybagg Yo - Speak Now Album Lyrics
Moneybagg Yo - Speak Now Lyrics
Writer: DeMario White, Jawaun Jackson, Jorgen Sweeney, Robert L. Gullatt
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Speak
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Speak, these niggas ain't f*ckin' with me (niggas ain't on my level)
Speak, these niggas ain't nothin' to me (niggas ain't even a fraction)
Speak, these niggas don't hustle like me (I'm havin' too much motion)
Speak, they ain't havin' more muscle than me (at the press of a button)
I got in my bag, I done came to my senses
I cut off some niggas, wasn't takin' me serious
I jumped in the Track' and went fast and furious
Four bitches with me, polygamy (rotation)
I ran it back up, I ain't wait on nobody
I'm sellin' exotic and takin' narcotics
A bold face lie (how?), f*ck niggas know that he owe me, stop it
Come get with us, you can profit
It's been a minute since I wore Versace
I'm still tippin' and sippin' on Wocky
Redbone syndrome and a lil' chocolate
I like 'em both, so l keep a few options
When I do me and she can't take the heat (what?), the bitch be so ready to block me (stop it)
He said he had a new flavor, I smoked a lil' blunt, it was garbage (That shit was weak)
Trappin', workin', and cookin', uh
My presidential got boogers, uh
He want a bunch of 'em, I gotta cut some, I feel like Scooter, I'm juggin', uh
I'm in LA with a fully, uh (right now)
But I'm with twins from Brooklyn, uh (ayy)
I can count through it all without lookin'
But l'ma be late for my bookin' (fire up the jet)
Speak, these niggas ain't f*ckin' with me (niggas ain't on my level)
Speak, these niggas ain't nothin' to me (niggas ain't even a fraction)
Speak, these niggas don't hustle like me (I'm havin' too much motion)
Speak, they ain't havin' more muscle than me (Go)
I used to sleep on the floor on a blow up
Now I get two hundred thousand to show up
Passive income, my cup runnin' over (spill)
I made a mill' in a month in October
These niggas ain't sold more dope than me (no)
Niggas ain't touch more 'bows than me
Still gettin' two or three shows a week (booked)
Can't even drive all the whips in my fleet (skrrt)
I just might break the money counter when I count it
Might put some Forgis on it when I mount it (yeah)
Fly a nigga bitch to that 'Yami
And let her do some tricks at the palace
'Member when I first got some status
Knocked a pimp for his ho in Dallas
She was turnin' tricks, bringin' daddy (yeah)
Five racks a night for my mackin' (no rap)
Speak, these niggas ain't f*ckin' with me (niggas ain't on my level)
Speak, these niggas ain't nothin' to me (niggas ain't even a fraction)
Speak, these niggas don't hustle like me (I'm havin' too much motion)
Speak, they ain't havin' more muscle than me (Press of a button, go)
My tattoos better
I'm stronger than you
My bitch thicker than yours
My guns bigger than yours
Nigga, my guns bigger than yours
I hustle better
I can get a dollar quicker than you
I talk better, I walk better, my shoes fit me better
I get paid more than you
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Speak, these niggas ain't f*ckin' with me (niggas ain't on my level)
Speak, these niggas ain't nothin' to me (niggas ain't even a fraction)
Speak, these niggas don't hustle like me (I'm havin' too much motion)
Speak, they ain't havin' more muscle than me (at the press of a button)
I got in my bag, I done came to my senses
I cut off some niggas, wasn't takin' me serious
I jumped in the Track' and went fast and furious
Four bitches with me, polygamy (rotation)
I ran it back up, I ain't wait on nobody
I'm sellin' exotic and takin' narcotics
A bold face lie (how?), f*ck niggas know that he owe me, stop it
Come get with us, you can profit
It's been a minute since I wore Versace
I'm still tippin' and sippin' on Wocky
Redbone syndrome and a lil' chocolate
I like 'em both, so l keep a few options
When I do me and she can't take the heat (what?), the bitch be so ready to block me (stop it)
He said he had a new flavor, I smoked a lil' blunt, it was garbage (That shit was weak)
Trappin', workin', and cookin', uh
My presidential got boogers, uh
He want a bunch of 'em, I gotta cut some, I feel like Scooter, I'm juggin', uh
I'm in LA with a fully, uh (right now)
But I'm with twins from Brooklyn, uh (ayy)
I can count through it all without lookin'
But l'ma be late for my bookin' (fire up the jet)
Speak, these niggas ain't f*ckin' with me (niggas ain't on my level)
Speak, these niggas ain't nothin' to me (niggas ain't even a fraction)
Speak, these niggas don't hustle like me (I'm havin' too much motion)
Speak, they ain't havin' more muscle than me (Go)
I used to sleep on the floor on a blow up
Now I get two hundred thousand to show up
Passive income, my cup runnin' over (spill)
I made a mill' in a month in October
These niggas ain't sold more dope than me (no)
Niggas ain't touch more 'bows than me
Still gettin' two or three shows a week (booked)
Can't even drive all the whips in my fleet (skrrt)
I just might break the money counter when I count it
Might put some Forgis on it when I mount it (yeah)
Fly a nigga bitch to that 'Yami
And let her do some tricks at the palace
'Member when I first got some status
Knocked a pimp for his ho in Dallas
She was turnin' tricks, bringin' daddy (yeah)
Five racks a night for my mackin' (no rap)
Speak, these niggas ain't f*ckin' with me (niggas ain't on my level)
Speak, these niggas ain't nothin' to me (niggas ain't even a fraction)
Speak, these niggas don't hustle like me (I'm havin' too much motion)
Speak, they ain't havin' more muscle than me (Press of a button, go)
My tattoos better
I'm stronger than you
My bitch thicker than yours
My guns bigger than yours
Nigga, my guns bigger than yours
I hustle better
I can get a dollar quicker than you
I talk better, I walk better, my shoes fit me better
I get paid more than you
Writer: Demario White, Amman Nurani, Darius Henry, Kashies Mckinley, Liam McAlister, Patrick James Bodi, Robert L. Gullatt, Thomas Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
P RUN
Fifty P's ain't no weed, I need a hunnid least
I'm from the, uh, uh, uh, I ain't get no sleep
I run through these bows like I'm Deon, niggas peon (yo)
Why you wait until the bitch check you to turn your P on? (Squares)
Turnt so many brands and strands up, had a real P Run (ayy)
Ice on me could cause a cold front, shit look like Freon (froze)
Uh, uh, bread by the loaf, nigga, we all ate (no small plates)
If you ask me 'bout 'em, shit, they all fake (they all fake)
We just get the money and let y'all hate, uh, uh
We just get the money and let y'all hate
Ap flooded, I just spent a dubby on Goyard luggage
Baby love it when I pop my shit and let her count it for me
Cuban on her chest, new bitch, who this? (Uh)
Ain't missed a hair appointment yet, new bitch, who this? (Pussy fat)
Garlic chicken, private chef, we'on do the Ruth's Chris (no)
Bought you a bag the first week, bitch, l'on usually do this (never)
If you head honcho, then it's only right you turn up your clique (speak)
Behind the tint, I let my seat back while she give it a kiss (uh)
Big boy Rolls truck, lift your head up, see the stars all in this bitch
Real street niggas if I ever go fed (what?), L'ma give a pod officer this dick
I did a fifty K weed promo just to let my dog have this shit (yeah)
I'on't want nun if it ain't that wock (no)
I'ma let y'all have that tris (I'on't want that shit)
Three honey buns on a watch just to boost up my ego (Jazzy)
I bet' not hear 'bout him doin' no hate shit, I'm takin' his ho (come here)
What I'm puffin' right now, it's gon' be 4K for this smoke (exotic)
It ain't no sample or no tester, gotta pay for this dope
I run through these bows like I'm Deon, niggas peon (yo)
Why you wait until the bitch check you to turn your P on? (Squares)
Turnt so many brands and strands up, had a real P Run (ayy)
Ice on me could cause a cold front, shit look like Freon (froze)
Uh, uh, bread by the loaf, nigga, we all ate (no small plates)
If you ask me 'bout 'em, shit, they all fake (they all fake)
We just get the money and let y'all hate, uh, uh
We just get the money and let y'all hate
Where the dice at? (Go get some) I'm really like that (on God)
Take your nigga's jewelry off (ha), where your ice at? (Show me)
Got what they got but chargin' more, I call that hype tax (damn)
You niggas petty, that's why your trap ain't jumpin' like that
Uh, uh, I can't front these niggas, they take too long to pay back (facts)
I'm havin' so much shit goin' on, I really can chill and lay back (coolin')
Just to f*ck off with Fatt Fox, I went rebought the Maybach (again)
Quit actin' like a opp, if you ain't one of us, just say that
I got bows for the D Low (yeah)
Get in with the Bossman, I'm who put the team on
A hunnid P's touchdown, dancin' in the end zone
Like I hear my theme song
Primetime with this paper, find a bitch to spend it on
I run through these bows like I'm Deon, niggas peon (yo)
Why you wait until the bitch check you to turn your P on? (Squares)
Turnt so many brands and strands up, had a real P Run (ayy)
Ice on me could cause a cold front, shit look like Freon (froze)
Uh, uh, bread by the loaf, nigga, we all ate (no small plates)
If you ask me 'bout 'em, shit, they all fake (they all fake)
We just get the money and let y'all hate, uh, uh
We just get the money and let y'all hate
Fifty P's ain't no weed, I need a hunnid least
I'm from the, uh, uh, uh, I ain't get no sleep
I'm from the, uh, uh, uh, I ain't get no sleep
I run through these bows like I'm Deon, niggas peon (yo)
Why you wait until the bitch check you to turn your P on? (Squares)
Turnt so many brands and strands up, had a real P Run (ayy)
Ice on me could cause a cold front, shit look like Freon (froze)
Uh, uh, bread by the loaf, nigga, we all ate (no small plates)
If you ask me 'bout 'em, shit, they all fake (they all fake)
We just get the money and let y'all hate, uh, uh
We just get the money and let y'all hate
Ap flooded, I just spent a dubby on Goyard luggage
Baby love it when I pop my shit and let her count it for me
Cuban on her chest, new bitch, who this? (Uh)
Ain't missed a hair appointment yet, new bitch, who this? (Pussy fat)
Garlic chicken, private chef, we'on do the Ruth's Chris (no)
Bought you a bag the first week, bitch, l'on usually do this (never)
If you head honcho, then it's only right you turn up your clique (speak)
Behind the tint, I let my seat back while she give it a kiss (uh)
Big boy Rolls truck, lift your head up, see the stars all in this bitch
Real street niggas if I ever go fed (what?), L'ma give a pod officer this dick
I did a fifty K weed promo just to let my dog have this shit (yeah)
I'on't want nun if it ain't that wock (no)
I'ma let y'all have that tris (I'on't want that shit)
Three honey buns on a watch just to boost up my ego (Jazzy)
I bet' not hear 'bout him doin' no hate shit, I'm takin' his ho (come here)
What I'm puffin' right now, it's gon' be 4K for this smoke (exotic)
It ain't no sample or no tester, gotta pay for this dope
I run through these bows like I'm Deon, niggas peon (yo)
Why you wait until the bitch check you to turn your P on? (Squares)
Turnt so many brands and strands up, had a real P Run (ayy)
Ice on me could cause a cold front, shit look like Freon (froze)
Uh, uh, bread by the loaf, nigga, we all ate (no small plates)
If you ask me 'bout 'em, shit, they all fake (they all fake)
We just get the money and let y'all hate, uh, uh
We just get the money and let y'all hate
Where the dice at? (Go get some) I'm really like that (on God)
Take your nigga's jewelry off (ha), where your ice at? (Show me)
Got what they got but chargin' more, I call that hype tax (damn)
You niggas petty, that's why your trap ain't jumpin' like that
Uh, uh, I can't front these niggas, they take too long to pay back (facts)
I'm havin' so much shit goin' on, I really can chill and lay back (coolin')
Just to f*ck off with Fatt Fox, I went rebought the Maybach (again)
Quit actin' like a opp, if you ain't one of us, just say that
I got bows for the D Low (yeah)
Get in with the Bossman, I'm who put the team on
A hunnid P's touchdown, dancin' in the end zone
Like I hear my theme song
Primetime with this paper, find a bitch to spend it on
I run through these bows like I'm Deon, niggas peon (yo)
Why you wait until the bitch check you to turn your P on? (Squares)
Turnt so many brands and strands up, had a real P Run (ayy)
Ice on me could cause a cold front, shit look like Freon (froze)
Uh, uh, bread by the loaf, nigga, we all ate (no small plates)
If you ask me 'bout 'em, shit, they all fake (they all fake)
We just get the money and let y'all hate, uh, uh
We just get the money and let y'all hate
Fifty P's ain't no weed, I need a hunnid least
I'm from the, uh, uh, uh, I ain't get no sleep
Writer: Daniel Schnabel, DeMario White, Robert Labraunte Gullat
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
TRYNA MAKE SURE
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Yeah, f*ckin' on her like I love her (ugh)
Just 'cause I got somethin' to offer and havin' this flavor, she think I'ma sucker (a lick)
No sleep for days and nights, zoomin' through time, I'm on a upper (so up there)
Back in that mode, belt to they ass like granny, you niggas in trouble (go)
I'm tryna make sure we all gon' profit
I'm tryna make sure you see how I pop it
Maybach truck (skrrt) got hydraulics
I'm tryna make sure you know how I'm rockin'
I'm tryna make sure you know what you doin'
I'm tryna make sure you know we into it
I'm tryna make sure the score on the board
I'm tryna make sure this ho don't record (don't do it)
A hundred thou' ain't nothin' (nathanial)
Put hundred thou' in a trunk (bunk)
Pull up and slam on 'em, Tim Dunc' (uh)
Them niggas still ain't score, that skunk (hah)
Fourth quarter pressure, make a nigga punt (kick)
I'm in my own lane, no comp' (bitch)
I put a shit-eater in Saint Laurent (boots)
It's like her mouth better when she drunk (ooh)
I be havin' rich problems, damn, ten thousand for a Double-R window
Another ten, it's a dent on the fender (f*ck)
Stand on business like I'm wearin' suspenders (suit)
I made a friendly bet with my nigga (what?)
We made a bet that (shh, ah)
We made a bet that (shh, be quiet)
By the end of the song, they get back, we won, we gon' get it (go)
I post a pic, she commentin' heart eyes, 'bout to blow our cover (dumb bitch)
She get on that dick and blow bubbles (brr)
That's why her Patek is custom (shine)
No rubber on top of the covers (uh)
She doin' what the last bitch wasn't (what?)
Label that pussy a controlled substance
Hit it, it feel like I'm high when I'm bustin' (ugh, ugh, ugh, ayy)
Yeah, f*ckin' on her like I love her (ugh)
Just 'cause I got somethin' to offer and havin' this flavor, she think I'ma sucker (a lick)
No sleep for days and nights, zoomin' through time, I'm on a upper (so up there)
Back in that mode, belt to they ass like granny, you niggas in trouble (go)
I'm tryna make sure we all gon' profit
I'm tryna make sure you see how I pop it
Maybach truck (skrrt) got hydraulics
I'm tryna make sure you know how I'm rockin'
I'm tryna make sure you know what you doin'
I'm tryna make sure you know we into it
I'm tryna make sure the score on the board
I'm tryna make sure this ho don't record (don't do it)
It's overstood, when you put in work, you gon' get you a jugg
Ferrari SF90, reversed psychology, trunk in the hood (it's swapped)
Just doubled my cup, feelin' good (the Wock')
Smoke a signature leaf, not a 'wood
Ayy, for real, send me the baggy Louis
They didn't even know I had that pull
I'm tryna make sure the bag is full (stuffed)
Picked up a stray, you can have her though (who this for?)
She want me now 'cause her man was broke (ah)
75K and that's just for the pendant
I done two-toned the loaf (Bread Gang)
Had to put on for sure, I ain't through (no)
Gotta put on some more (keep goin')
You rent that bitch, you don't own that ho (ayy)
One thing, for sure she gon' go (out of there, out of there, gone, ayy)
Yeah, f*ckin' on her like I love her (ugh)
Just 'cause I got somethin' to offer and havin' this flavor, she think I'ma sucker (a lick)
No sleep for days and nights, zoomin' through time, I'm on a upper (so up there)
Back in that mode, belt to they ass like granny, you niggas in trouble (go)
I'm tryna make sure we all gon' profit
I'm tryna make sure you see how I pop it
Maybach truck (skrrt) got hydraulics
I'm tryna make sure you know how I'm rockin'
I'm tryna make sure you know what you doin'
I'm tryna make sure you know we into it
I'm tryna make sure the score on the board
I'm tryna make sure this ho don't record (don't do it)
Yeah, f*ckin' on her like I love her (ugh)
Just 'cause I got somethin' to offer and havin' this flavor, she think I'ma sucker (a lick)
No sleep for days and nights, zoomin' through time, I'm on a upper (so up there)
Back in that mode, belt to they ass like granny, you niggas in trouble (go)
I'm tryna make sure we all gon' profit
I'm tryna make sure you see how I pop it
Maybach truck (skrrt) got hydraulics
I'm tryna make sure you know how I'm rockin'
I'm tryna make sure you know what you doin'
I'm tryna make sure you know we into it
I'm tryna make sure the score on the board
I'm tryna make sure this ho don't record (don't do it)
A hundred thou' ain't nothin' (nathanial)
Put hundred thou' in a trunk (bunk)
Pull up and slam on 'em, Tim Dunc' (uh)
Them niggas still ain't score, that skunk (hah)
Fourth quarter pressure, make a nigga punt (kick)
I'm in my own lane, no comp' (bitch)
I put a shit-eater in Saint Laurent (boots)
It's like her mouth better when she drunk (ooh)
I be havin' rich problems, damn, ten thousand for a Double-R window
Another ten, it's a dent on the fender (f*ck)
Stand on business like I'm wearin' suspenders (suit)
I made a friendly bet with my nigga (what?)
We made a bet that (shh, ah)
We made a bet that (shh, be quiet)
By the end of the song, they get back, we won, we gon' get it (go)
I post a pic, she commentin' heart eyes, 'bout to blow our cover (dumb bitch)
She get on that dick and blow bubbles (brr)
That's why her Patek is custom (shine)
No rubber on top of the covers (uh)
She doin' what the last bitch wasn't (what?)
Label that pussy a controlled substance
Hit it, it feel like I'm high when I'm bustin' (ugh, ugh, ugh, ayy)
Yeah, f*ckin' on her like I love her (ugh)
Just 'cause I got somethin' to offer and havin' this flavor, she think I'ma sucker (a lick)
No sleep for days and nights, zoomin' through time, I'm on a upper (so up there)
Back in that mode, belt to they ass like granny, you niggas in trouble (go)
I'm tryna make sure we all gon' profit
I'm tryna make sure you see how I pop it
Maybach truck (skrrt) got hydraulics
I'm tryna make sure you know how I'm rockin'
I'm tryna make sure you know what you doin'
I'm tryna make sure you know we into it
I'm tryna make sure the score on the board
I'm tryna make sure this ho don't record (don't do it)
It's overstood, when you put in work, you gon' get you a jugg
Ferrari SF90, reversed psychology, trunk in the hood (it's swapped)
Just doubled my cup, feelin' good (the Wock')
Smoke a signature leaf, not a 'wood
Ayy, for real, send me the baggy Louis
They didn't even know I had that pull
I'm tryna make sure the bag is full (stuffed)
Picked up a stray, you can have her though (who this for?)
She want me now 'cause her man was broke (ah)
75K and that's just for the pendant
I done two-toned the loaf (Bread Gang)
Had to put on for sure, I ain't through (no)
Gotta put on some more (keep goin')
You rent that bitch, you don't own that ho (ayy)
One thing, for sure she gon' go (out of there, out of there, gone, ayy)
Yeah, f*ckin' on her like I love her (ugh)
Just 'cause I got somethin' to offer and havin' this flavor, she think I'ma sucker (a lick)
No sleep for days and nights, zoomin' through time, I'm on a upper (so up there)
Back in that mode, belt to they ass like granny, you niggas in trouble (go)
I'm tryna make sure we all gon' profit
I'm tryna make sure you see how I pop it
Maybach truck (skrrt) got hydraulics
I'm tryna make sure you know how I'm rockin'
I'm tryna make sure you know what you doin'
I'm tryna make sure you know we into it
I'm tryna make sure the score on the board
I'm tryna make sure this ho don't record (don't do it)
Writer: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, DeMario White
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
TABOO MIAMI
Get freaky, get nasty
Get freaky, get nasty
Get freaky, get nasty
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, go
Show me that you ain't shy, you gotta be freaky enough (ready to turn up)
Uh, uh, uh, go
Take your time, get me right, it ain't no reason to rush (nah)
Show these bitches how it's done, uh, uh
Stick out your tongue, uh, uh
Make me sprung, uh
Callin' you the one, uh (you the one)
How many licks will it take me to make you cum? (Tryna see)
Just havin' fun
Tonight, don't owe me none (lit)
Private afterparty, takin' phones and clothes (why?)
Ain't no good girls invited, just want slutty lil' hoes (ah)
I got unlimited exotic, but she play with her nose (woah)
Her best friend just popped a G6, now she touchin' her toes (let it go)
Bend it over, let me see you shake some, uh (bling-baow)
She said she like it when I use the whole thumb (bling-baow)
The nigga callin' back-to-back, she on the run (face-down)
How many f*cks you think I give? Huh? None (we almost done)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, go
Show me that you ain't shy, you gotta be freaky enough (ready to turn up)
Uh, uh, uh, go
Take your time, get me right, it ain't no reason to rush (nah)
Show these bitches how it's done, uh, uh
Stick out your tongue, uh, uh
Make me sprung, uh
Callin' you the one, uh (you the one)
How many licks will it take me to make you cum? (Tryna see)
Just havin' fun
Tonight, don't owe me none (lit, go)
Once I spend these racks on you, ho, bet' not play with me (say, listen)
Let down your hair, come have a threesome on vacay with me (say yes)
Slurp me like a cup of tea while I roll and smoke my weed
I asked her why her circle small, she say she sucker-free (straight)
When she see me, she wet as waterfall
Make a day, pay to get her wig installed (blood)
Shawty love my dirty draws, pick up soon as I call (hello)
Bust her wrist down (ice her out)
What is water? (What you want?)
The way she gargle, she deserve a million dollars since I'm on the
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, go
Show me that you ain't shy, you gotta be freaky enough (ready to turn up)
Uh, uh, uh, go
Take your time, get me right, it ain't no reason to rush (nah)
Show these bitches how it's done, uh, uh
Stick out your tongue, uh, uh
Make me sprung, uh
Callin' you the one, uh (you the one)
How many licks will it take me to make you cum? (Tryna see)
Just havin' fun
Tonight, don't owe me none (lit)
Get freaky, get nasty
Get freaky, get nasty
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, go
Show me that you ain't shy, you gotta be freaky enough (ready to turn up)
Uh, uh, uh, go
Take your time, get me right, it ain't no reason to rush (nah)
Show these bitches how it's done, uh, uh
Stick out your tongue, uh, uh
Make me sprung, uh
Callin' you the one, uh (you the one)
How many licks will it take me to make you cum? (Tryna see)
Just havin' fun
Tonight, don't owe me none (lit)
Private afterparty, takin' phones and clothes (why?)
Ain't no good girls invited, just want slutty lil' hoes (ah)
I got unlimited exotic, but she play with her nose (woah)
Her best friend just popped a G6, now she touchin' her toes (let it go)
Bend it over, let me see you shake some, uh (bling-baow)
She said she like it when I use the whole thumb (bling-baow)
The nigga callin' back-to-back, she on the run (face-down)
How many f*cks you think I give? Huh? None (we almost done)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, go
Show me that you ain't shy, you gotta be freaky enough (ready to turn up)
Uh, uh, uh, go
Take your time, get me right, it ain't no reason to rush (nah)
Show these bitches how it's done, uh, uh
Stick out your tongue, uh, uh
Make me sprung, uh
Callin' you the one, uh (you the one)
How many licks will it take me to make you cum? (Tryna see)
Just havin' fun
Tonight, don't owe me none (lit, go)
Once I spend these racks on you, ho, bet' not play with me (say, listen)
Let down your hair, come have a threesome on vacay with me (say yes)
Slurp me like a cup of tea while I roll and smoke my weed
I asked her why her circle small, she say she sucker-free (straight)
When she see me, she wet as waterfall
Make a day, pay to get her wig installed (blood)
Shawty love my dirty draws, pick up soon as I call (hello)
Bust her wrist down (ice her out)
What is water? (What you want?)
The way she gargle, she deserve a million dollars since I'm on the
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, go
Show me that you ain't shy, you gotta be freaky enough (ready to turn up)
Uh, uh, uh, go
Take your time, get me right, it ain't no reason to rush (nah)
Show these bitches how it's done, uh, uh
Stick out your tongue, uh, uh
Make me sprung, uh
Callin' you the one, uh (you the one)
How many licks will it take me to make you cum? (Tryna see)
Just havin' fun
Tonight, don't owe me none (lit)
Writer: DeMario White, Douglas "Dougie" Ford, Matthew Samuels, Mike Hector, Robert L. Gullatt
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
FIREPLACE
I just made it to the city
A go to J.R. Crickets for me
Get me a ten-piece lemon pepper hot
Lemonade with the ranch
Know how I like my shit
Hey, yeah
I'm in Atlanta where the Falcons play (the A)
You know that pussy good, mama, I drove a hour away (for you)
Them lil' boys don't know what to do, stay in a child's place (sit down)
I'm the hottest, come and f*ck me by the fireplace (uh)
Dm from this rapper bitch, she tryna spin the block again (ah)
Vanish mode, I ain't say none back, so now she sent her friend
Dick got her crazy (woah), delusional (woah), wildin' (Lulu)
Tryna start some, so we can make up, bitch, you childish
Got a famous ho ridin' with me servin' (right now)
She just want be on the team, don't need no jersey (play your part)
Said she ain't had nun in so long, she back a virgin (ride it tight)
How it's grippin', I believe her like a sermon (on my life)
Baby, pass me that backpack on the seat (yeah)
I got her soakin' wet right now, she love the trapper in me (uh)
She even takin' all my lingo, bitch, adapted to me (twin)
Always talkin' 'bout how she done and then relapsin' on me (again)
I know cap when I see (almost had me)
I'm in Atlanta where the Falcons play (the A)
You know that pussy good, mama, I drove a hour away (for you)
Them lil' boys don't know what to do, stay in a child's place (sit down)
I'm the hottest, come and f*ck me by the fireplace (uh)
All these niggas want her, let's be real, that's just a fantasy (dream)
Asked her how I know you really mine, she went and tatted me (stamp)
I'ma trick off on her, but go harder when she mad at me
Deep off in that field, run through money like a athlete
Beat her, knock her shit loose (uh)
Now put my spot up in your name and put this glock too (f*ck with me)
Don't get too comfortable, I snatch your friend and swap you (oops)
What's her name and woot-the-woot really my top two (who?)
She looked at me like a idol, bae, I got you
We don't need no title (no)
Block that nigga number, it took him too long to ice you (slow)
Stand on all that shit that you be sayin' when I'm inside you (like what?)
Say that pussy mine, I bust you down and up your value (turn your stock up overnight)
I'm in Atlanta where the Falcons play (the A)
You know that pussy good, mama, I drove a hour away (for you)
Them lil' boys don't know what to do, stay in a child's place (sit down)
I'm the hottest, come and f*ck me by the fireplace (fireplace)
A go to J.R. Crickets for me
Get me a ten-piece lemon pepper hot
Lemonade with the ranch
Know how I like my shit
Hey, yeah
I'm in Atlanta where the Falcons play (the A)
You know that pussy good, mama, I drove a hour away (for you)
Them lil' boys don't know what to do, stay in a child's place (sit down)
I'm the hottest, come and f*ck me by the fireplace (uh)
Dm from this rapper bitch, she tryna spin the block again (ah)
Vanish mode, I ain't say none back, so now she sent her friend
Dick got her crazy (woah), delusional (woah), wildin' (Lulu)
Tryna start some, so we can make up, bitch, you childish
Got a famous ho ridin' with me servin' (right now)
She just want be on the team, don't need no jersey (play your part)
Said she ain't had nun in so long, she back a virgin (ride it tight)
How it's grippin', I believe her like a sermon (on my life)
Baby, pass me that backpack on the seat (yeah)
I got her soakin' wet right now, she love the trapper in me (uh)
She even takin' all my lingo, bitch, adapted to me (twin)
Always talkin' 'bout how she done and then relapsin' on me (again)
I know cap when I see (almost had me)
I'm in Atlanta where the Falcons play (the A)
You know that pussy good, mama, I drove a hour away (for you)
Them lil' boys don't know what to do, stay in a child's place (sit down)
I'm the hottest, come and f*ck me by the fireplace (uh)
All these niggas want her, let's be real, that's just a fantasy (dream)
Asked her how I know you really mine, she went and tatted me (stamp)
I'ma trick off on her, but go harder when she mad at me
Deep off in that field, run through money like a athlete
Beat her, knock her shit loose (uh)
Now put my spot up in your name and put this glock too (f*ck with me)
Don't get too comfortable, I snatch your friend and swap you (oops)
What's her name and woot-the-woot really my top two (who?)
She looked at me like a idol, bae, I got you
We don't need no title (no)
Block that nigga number, it took him too long to ice you (slow)
Stand on all that shit that you be sayin' when I'm inside you (like what?)
Say that pussy mine, I bust you down and up your value (turn your stock up overnight)
I'm in Atlanta where the Falcons play (the A)
You know that pussy good, mama, I drove a hour away (for you)
Them lil' boys don't know what to do, stay in a child's place (sit down)
I'm the hottest, come and f*ck me by the fireplace (fireplace)
Writer: Brian J. Wolf, DeMario White
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
I FEEL IT
And when I say "Speak," you might wanna listen
I'ma tell it how it is
I don't care how you feel
I feel it, the hate, I feel it, the love
I feel it, the pain, I feel it, these drugs
I don't feel it, his energy, I don't feel it, there's jealousy
I don't feel it, yo' gang too weak, l don't feel it, I'm way too P
She feel it
Pair of Louis slippers, dark purple blend in the royal blue, yeah
Perfect example, me, I'm the drank, wantin' you, yeah
When we first met, you was Stacey Dash, no clue, yeah
Gave you all the drip and swag, then you hurt me like a tattoo, yeah
I don't feel it, baby, you was on your way to a Richard
Put you on a pedestal for these bitches, I deserve a medal how real I kept it
Gotta know
One monkey ain't stoppin' no goddamn show
Can't fit a dollar more, my pockets on swole
Every house I got, I put a mill' in the floor
Purple drank help me think
If you f*ck the first night, we can shop the next day
Came a long way from nothin', now I gotta whole lot of everything
Whole lot of everything, couple mill' in every bank
I feel it, the hate, I feel it, the love
I feel it, the pain, I feel it, these drugs
I don't feel it, his energy, I don't feel it, there's jealousy
I don't feel it, yo' gang too weak, l don't feel it, I'm way too P
She feel it
Pair of Louis slippers, dark purple blend in the royal blue, yeah
Perfect example, me, I'm the drank, wantin' you, yeah
When we first met, you was Stacey Dash, no clue, yeah
Gave you all the drip and swag, then you hurt me like a tattoo, yeah
Yeah
I'ma tell it how it is
I don't care how you feel
I feel it, the hate, I feel it, the love
I feel it, the pain, I feel it, these drugs
I don't feel it, his energy, I don't feel it, there's jealousy
I don't feel it, yo' gang too weak, l don't feel it, I'm way too P
She feel it
Pair of Louis slippers, dark purple blend in the royal blue, yeah
Perfect example, me, I'm the drank, wantin' you, yeah
When we first met, you was Stacey Dash, no clue, yeah
Gave you all the drip and swag, then you hurt me like a tattoo, yeah
I don't feel it, baby, you was on your way to a Richard
Put you on a pedestal for these bitches, I deserve a medal how real I kept it
Gotta know
One monkey ain't stoppin' no goddamn show
Can't fit a dollar more, my pockets on swole
Every house I got, I put a mill' in the floor
Purple drank help me think
If you f*ck the first night, we can shop the next day
Came a long way from nothin', now I gotta whole lot of everything
Whole lot of everything, couple mill' in every bank
I feel it, the hate, I feel it, the love
I feel it, the pain, I feel it, these drugs
I don't feel it, his energy, I don't feel it, there's jealousy
I don't feel it, yo' gang too weak, l don't feel it, I'm way too P
She feel it
Pair of Louis slippers, dark purple blend in the royal blue, yeah
Perfect example, me, I'm the drank, wantin' you, yeah
When we first met, you was Stacey Dash, no clue, yeah
Gave you all the drip and swag, then you hurt me like a tattoo, yeah
Yeah
Writer: Darryon Aaron Bunton, DeMario White, Robert L. Gullatt
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
DRUNK OFF U
[ Featuring Chris Brown ]
Drunk off
Yeah
You like a
You like a shot of Del Dia
Know what that is?
Ever since the day I met you at the quick stop
Been gone off you, don't wanna detox
Swearin', starin' at your body parts
You know shot o'clock is when the party starts
Go round one, it's you and me
Round two, tell me what it's gon' be
Long as I got you and this cup, I swear that's all I need (all I need)
Feel like I took two green tea shots
Drunk off you, guess I got a low tolerance (tolerance)
Dope dick, deep strokin' your G-Spot (uh)
High off me, I'm yo' drug, your medicine (your healin')
I don't need you, but I want you (no lie, ooh)
And I say that bein' humble (for real)
You got the bag, better not fumble (don't do that)
Can't fall for you, might stumble (trip off you)
Just had told you it was f*ck you
Now I'm blowin' up your number (damn)
Now l'm 'bout to call your mama
Off you, I'm intoxicated, faded, swervin', vision blurry
I don't think I should drive
Past my limit, got me drunk off you
Off you, off you
Casamigos ain't got shit on you
On you, on you (oh yeah)
Past my limit, got me drunk on you
On you, on you
Casamigos ain't got shit on you
On you, on you, on you
I don't need no chaser, I don't need no ice (straight)
Oh, yeah
Text "sos," tryna smash on sight (right now)
Oh, yeah
It's different when I'm sober
But it's you got me talkin' out my top (raw)
I'm the type to be drunk and say I'm not (lyin')
Where you at? I'm tryna f*ck, just send your drop, right now
Lane switchin' from side to side, prayin' I don't get a dui (dui)
At this point, I'm just speakin' my mind
I'll curve you 'fore I tell you a lie (all night)
Guess you a whole vibe, I
I need it tonight, I
Don't think I can fight it, fight it, fight it
I'm addicted like Hennessy, you're the cup of the Sprite (yeah, yeah)
And I'm drunk off your lovin', yeah, I need it for life (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You tell me you love me, hope it's not for the night
'Cause girl, l been down that road
Past my limit, got me drunk off you (off you)
Off you, off you (off you)
Casamigos ain't got shit on you (ain't got shit on you)
On you, on you (oh yeah, ooh)
Past my limit, got me drunk on you
On you, on you (yeah)
Casamigos ain't got shit on you
On you, on you, on you
Writer: Christopher Brown, DeMario White, Ethan Hayes, Henri Velasco, Kisean Paul Anderson, Robert Labraunte Gullatt
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bussin
[ Featuring Rob49 ]
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Ugh, ugh (Wheezy outta here)
Ah, ah
Ugh, ugh
Go
It ain't nothin' better than a ten that's a slut (for me though)
The type of girl that already be wet before you touch (ugh, ugh)
She love when my chains smack her face when we f*ck (love when we f*ck)
I love me a slut that got a taste for that ugh-ugh
Face card bussin', middle part bussin'
French tips bussin', super-wet bussin'
Grade A suction, gave me a concussion
Bubble-booty bussin', everything bussin'
(Go, go) everything bussin'
(Go, go) everything bussin'
(Go, go) everything bussin'
(Go, go) everything bussin'
Come and get near me, I just said it, she was thinkin' it (quiet)
Let me tongue-kiss it, that pussy talk, I'm in sync with it (mwah)
Put a towel down, I run a red light, couldn't wait to hit (skrr)
Bossy, picky, choosy-ass bitch, but she my favorite (ugh, ugh)
Bad bitch (what 'bout her?), big booty, pretty titties (yeah)
Bald head, keep it waxed, pretty kitty (smooth)
Pipe her up, bust her down (turnt), now she litty (AP)
Doggy style, turn her 'round (uh), give me fitted (cap)
It ain't nothin' better than a ten that's a slut (for me though)
The type of girl that already be wet before you touch (ugh, ugh)
She love when my chains smack her face when we f*ck (love when we f*ck)
I love me a slut that got a taste for that ugh-ugh
Face card bussin', middle part bussin'
French tips bussin', super-wet bussin'
Grade A suction, gave me a concussion
Bubble-booty bussin', everything bussin'
Bussin', bussin', bussin'
Spit in my mouth, baby, bring me closer when we f*ckin' (ooh)
Let me see you, grab your knees and pop that pussy for me (ooh)
She been inside all this winter, said she back outside this summer
La-di-da-di-da, slob on me knob
Brand new Ferrari, baby, come f*ck me in that drop
Pretty girls the best, I keep bad hoes for myself (yeah)
Let's have rich sex, grip my tank tight when we f*ck
Baby, catch that nut (ugh, ugh)
Baby, catch that nut (ugh, ugh)
Baby, catch that nut (ugh, ugh)
Baby, catch that nut (ugh, ugh)
It ain't nothin' better than a ten that's a slut (for me though)
The type of girl that already be wet before you touch (ugh, ugh)
She love when my chains smack her face when we f*ck (love when we f*ck)
I love me a slut that got a taste for that ugh-ugh
Face card bussin', middle part bussin'
French tips bussin', super-wet bussin'
Grade A suction, gave me a concussion
Bubble-booty bussin', everything bussin'
(Go, go) everything bussin'
(Go, go) everything bussin'
(Go, go) everything bussin'
(Go, go) everything bussin'
(Go)
Writer: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Deavon Petty, DeMario White, Kobe Hood, Robert Thomas, Wesley Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
TIC TAC TOE
(Drumgod)
Yeah, it's the shit
Chop
In Memphis when we f*ckin' on these hoes, we say "Choppin'"
I'm choppin' this lil' bitch straight from the back, that pussy water
Uh, I chopped her 'cause her body (thick)
Lil' juicy booty jolly
When you touch, it's soft as cotton
Ayy, pull up in a lambchop (skrrt)
Fresh cut, bitch, I am chop
This switch come like a hand-chop
You steal, you get your hand chopped
I chopped up some money with my niggas and gave 'em all charms
I done chopped the city, talkin' 'bout
"Bitch, this where I come from," uh, uh, uh
Been buyin' bitches watches, it's nothin' new, switch up the topic
I been buyin' bitches bodies, that's what I do for all of my options
Nigga, the feds been watchin', want the opps out the way
But I think 'fore I drop it
Niggas ain't able, Denzel, stop it, I let 'em hold the AP up and pop it
I don't care, I just threw this on, but they gon' say I gave it
Wock' star, cup of syrup, blunt of 'za to keep me faded
In the air
Player mindset, these hoes for everybody, we can share
She text me "'Bagg, you broke my heart," I told her, "Go to urgent care"
Two can play that game (us both), told a bitch, "Tic-tac-toe" (it's fun)
Ask, can she bring one friend? (Of course)
Told her, "Yeah, bring one more" (I want her)
Stuck with me like Siamese twins, I got 'em both, f*ckin' 'em like I'm broke, uh
Only way I fly you in, you gotta pull up eatin' dick at the door
I'm on your flight, rich nigga, my wrist bigger, niggas lil' bitty, uh
I just might fire this bitch, hire this bitch, quick to dismiss 'em
I be in the Trackhawk or the Rolls truck
I don't like the Bentley really (nah)
Hoppin' out, fresh as f*ck with the doors up
You ain't seen these tinteds (shine)
Forgin' my rims, they choppin' (ah)
So high that my ears be poppin' (jet)
They see my jewelry and copy (clone)
These niggas my children, adoption
Shoutout to G-O-D, VVS choppin', bite, you might go blind to the eye
These niggas ain't sippers, drinkin' that cheap-ass green
Actin' like they major high (put it up)
Take the battery out your back, you a rookie (ain't nothin')
You ain't gon' knock shit back, big pussy
All black, pop out, Big Boogie (With the chop)
Get to Jookin', you hear that fully
Shrimp-ass nigga, couldn't chop my bitch if I let you
All on the net tryna play with the brand
Don't force my hand, nigga gon' make me clear my schedule
Chop (go)
In Memphis when we f*ckin' on these hoes, we say "Choppin'"
I'm choppin' this lil' bitch straight from the back, that pussy water
Uh, I chopped her 'cause her body (thick)
Lil' juicy booty jolly
When you touch, it's soft as cotton
Ayy, pull up in a lambchop (skrrt)
Fresh cut, bitch, I am chop
This switch come like a hand-chop
You steal, you get your hand chopped
I chopped up some money with my niggas and gave 'em all charms
I done chopped the city, talkin' 'bout
"Bitch, this where I come from," uh, uh, uh
Yeah, it's the shit
Chop
In Memphis when we f*ckin' on these hoes, we say "Choppin'"
I'm choppin' this lil' bitch straight from the back, that pussy water
Uh, I chopped her 'cause her body (thick)
Lil' juicy booty jolly
When you touch, it's soft as cotton
Ayy, pull up in a lambchop (skrrt)
Fresh cut, bitch, I am chop
This switch come like a hand-chop
You steal, you get your hand chopped
I chopped up some money with my niggas and gave 'em all charms
I done chopped the city, talkin' 'bout
"Bitch, this where I come from," uh, uh, uh
Been buyin' bitches watches, it's nothin' new, switch up the topic
I been buyin' bitches bodies, that's what I do for all of my options
Nigga, the feds been watchin', want the opps out the way
But I think 'fore I drop it
Niggas ain't able, Denzel, stop it, I let 'em hold the AP up and pop it
I don't care, I just threw this on, but they gon' say I gave it
Wock' star, cup of syrup, blunt of 'za to keep me faded
In the air
Player mindset, these hoes for everybody, we can share
She text me "'Bagg, you broke my heart," I told her, "Go to urgent care"
Two can play that game (us both), told a bitch, "Tic-tac-toe" (it's fun)
Ask, can she bring one friend? (Of course)
Told her, "Yeah, bring one more" (I want her)
Stuck with me like Siamese twins, I got 'em both, f*ckin' 'em like I'm broke, uh
Only way I fly you in, you gotta pull up eatin' dick at the door
I'm on your flight, rich nigga, my wrist bigger, niggas lil' bitty, uh
I just might fire this bitch, hire this bitch, quick to dismiss 'em
I be in the Trackhawk or the Rolls truck
I don't like the Bentley really (nah)
Hoppin' out, fresh as f*ck with the doors up
You ain't seen these tinteds (shine)
Forgin' my rims, they choppin' (ah)
So high that my ears be poppin' (jet)
They see my jewelry and copy (clone)
These niggas my children, adoption
Shoutout to G-O-D, VVS choppin', bite, you might go blind to the eye
These niggas ain't sippers, drinkin' that cheap-ass green
Actin' like they major high (put it up)
Take the battery out your back, you a rookie (ain't nothin')
You ain't gon' knock shit back, big pussy
All black, pop out, Big Boogie (With the chop)
Get to Jookin', you hear that fully
Shrimp-ass nigga, couldn't chop my bitch if I let you
All on the net tryna play with the brand
Don't force my hand, nigga gon' make me clear my schedule
Chop (go)
In Memphis when we f*ckin' on these hoes, we say "Choppin'"
I'm choppin' this lil' bitch straight from the back, that pussy water
Uh, I chopped her 'cause her body (thick)
Lil' juicy booty jolly
When you touch, it's soft as cotton
Ayy, pull up in a lambchop (skrrt)
Fresh cut, bitch, I am chop
This switch come like a hand-chop
You steal, you get your hand chopped
I chopped up some money with my niggas and gave 'em all charms
I done chopped the city, talkin' 'bout
"Bitch, this where I come from," uh, uh, uh
Writer: Demario White, Robert L. Gullatt, Damion Williams, Taureon Hailey
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
GANGSTAS RELATE
[ Featuring Lil Durk ]
(Magic)
See, like, just 'cause you tote a gun don't make you gangsta, nigga
See, your gangsta and my gangsta might be two different things 'cause I look at shit different (DJ Bandz)
I swear to God
On life
You got your back against the wall with your hand on the K (yeah)
All the gangstas relate (feel you)
All the gangstas relate (ayy)
You lost your dog before you signed and still miss him today (right now)
All the gangstas relate (for sure)
All the gangstas relate (ayy)
They can't make you sit down, you a stand-up nigga (member)
And all the gangstas relate (respect)
All the gangstas relate (with you)
When your day one threw that cross, you washed your hand with that nigga
And all the gangstas relate (for real)
All the gangstas relate (ayy)
This the real me (authentic)
I'm in that mode where you gon' feel me or kill me (gon' have to)
I got some ties in the streets and this shit real deep (just listen)
My baby mama died, I gotta make sure them kids eat (you with it?)
That situation left me traumatized for real, G
That pain make me really see (what?)
Who really with me or who against me (nobody)
I hit my knees and pray to Allah (why?)
Askin' God to forgive me
I'm wakin' up, takin' full accountability, for all them mistakes I made (what else?)
All them hits I paid (shh)
Niggas got to movin' weird, so I got to switchin' lanes (skrrt)
I know niggas'll make a rap song before they get they mane
But that ain't how we rockin', we gon' stand on business, then campaign, nigga
You got your back against the wall with your hand on the K (yeah)
All the gangstas relate (feel you)
All the gangstas relate (ayy)
You lost your dog before you signed and still miss him today (right now)
All the gangstas relate (for sure)
All the gangstas relate (ayy)
They can't make you sit down, you a stand-up nigga (member)
And all the gangstas relate (respect, Smurkio)
All the gangstas relate (with you)
When your day one threw that cross, you washed your hand with that nigga (no, no, no, no)
And all the gangstas relate (for real)
All the gangstas relate (ayy)
Real niggas take care of they family and be there for they needs
I know gangstas who say they real but never be there for his kids (no, no, no)
A gangsta move in silence, never brag on what he did
I know niggas wanna be gangstas, but the gangstas got 'em scared (yeah, yeah)
I could back up what I say even though I took a L
He beggin', he took Amiris, he a hustler, he'll take a scale (take a scale)
Why you think you a real nigga? 'Cause you did time in the jail? (Oh)
You the one who stab niggas or you the one who clean cells? (yeah, yeah, yeah, no)
You know what it is, you my mud brother (my mud brother)
But you don't know how it feel to lose a blood brother (blood brother)
I don't drop names inside my songs no more 'cause the DA, they a motherf*cker
Love Songs 4 the Streets is for the gangstas, just a lil' love (wow, wow, wow)
You got your back against the wall with your hand on the K (yeah)
All the gangstas relate (feel you, Smurkio)
All the gangstas relate (ayy)
You lost your dog before you signed and still miss him today (no, no, no, no, right now)
All the gangstas relate (for sure, oh, oh)
All the gangstas relate (ayy)
They can't make you sit down, you a stand-up nigga (member)
And all the gangstas relate (respect)
All the gangstas relate (with you)
When your day one threw that cross, you washed your hand with that nigga
And all the gangstas relate (for real)
All the gangstas relate (ayy)
Writer: DeMario White, Demetrises Bell, Devonte Richmond, Durk Banks, Isaac Allwine
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
PLAY DA FOOL
Young nigga move that dope
Brand new bread get you brand new hoes (hey)
Brand new pot, new stove
Brand new plug sent fifty-two 'bows (right now)
If a nigga did time behind your name, in other words you told (fold)
These bitches be layin' up with these rats, they need to be exposed (go)
DND unless the money callin', smoke a blunt and pop a what-you-call-it
Can't go broke, 'cause now I'm used to ballin', mute yourself without the extra talkin' (haha)
Shut the f*ck up, mind your business, let me paint the picture, see the vision
I can see the city while I'm hittin' it, in the 'Yami right now with it (hey)
Played on my top, 'cause she needed some clout
You not even relevant, what this about? (Huh)
I know some ratchet bitches from the south
Get lil' sister'nem to hit you in the mouth (haha)
Woah, woah (yeah), know I be thuggin' it out (hey)
They like, "Bagg back on that bullshit, look how he sluggin' it out" (go)
Somethin' keep tellin' me (somethin' keep tellin' me)
Somethin' keep tellin' me (I'm hearin' voices)
"Keep it cool, play the fool," somethin' keep tellin' me (tryna ignore it)
Somethin' keep tellin' me (tellin' me, tellin' me)
Somethin' keep tellin' me (tellin' you what?)
"Go with your move or you gon' lose," somethin' keep tellin' me (I can't go)
Somethin' keep tellin' me, "Them niggas hoes"
Somethin' keep tellin' me, "Stay on the road"
Somethin' keep tellin' me, "Give it a lil' minute and his true colors gon' show"
Somethin' keep tellin' me, "Keep me a pole"
Somethin' keep tellin' me, "Get it and go"
Somethin' keep tellin' me, "God watchin' over me, but I feel the demons gettin' close"
He be pillow talkin' 'bout me and my people (must be hurt)
Plus he a rapper too, he really want a feature (twelve bar verse)
He ain't shit (I know), a whole bitch (a real ho)
Went got her tatted, still ain't hit, he tender dick (now why you do that for?)
Somethin' keep tellin' me, "I ain't buyin' the story you sellin' me" (no)
If you reppin' that Loaf, you better eat
We don't tolerate starvin' in BGE (gang)
They out here payin' for freaks, I'm playin' for keeps
Layed up with an opp nigga bitch for a week (uh)
She ate the dick off the bone, appétit
Rose pedal my feet, my status elite (Speak)
They talk about you rich or poor, f*ck whoever ain't with you (all y'all)
F*ck whoever ain't with me, ah (everybody)
F*ck whoever ain't with me, ah (hey)
Tryna take 'em for another nigga, now you in it
Uhn-uhn, nah, don't switch up now (what?), I done put you in it
Somethin' keep tellin' me (somethin' keep tellin' me)
Somethin' keep tellin' me (I'm hearin' voices)
"Keep it cool, play the fool," somethin' keep tellin' me (tryna ignore it)
Somethin' keep tellin' me (tellin' me, tellin' me)
Somethin' keep tellin' me (tellin' you what?)
"Go with your move or you gon' lose," somethin' keep tellin' me (I can't go)
Somethin' keep tellin' me, "Them niggas hoes"
Somethin' keep tellin' me, "Stay on the road"
Somethin' keep tellin' me, "Give it a lil' minute and his true colors gon' show"
Somethin' keep tellin' me, "Keep me a pole"
Somethin' keep tellin' me, "Get it and go"
Somethin' keep tellin' me, "God watchin' over me, but I feel the demons gettin' close"
Brand new bread get you brand new hoes (hey)
Brand new pot, new stove
Brand new plug sent fifty-two 'bows (right now)
If a nigga did time behind your name, in other words you told (fold)
These bitches be layin' up with these rats, they need to be exposed (go)
DND unless the money callin', smoke a blunt and pop a what-you-call-it
Can't go broke, 'cause now I'm used to ballin', mute yourself without the extra talkin' (haha)
Shut the f*ck up, mind your business, let me paint the picture, see the vision
I can see the city while I'm hittin' it, in the 'Yami right now with it (hey)
Played on my top, 'cause she needed some clout
You not even relevant, what this about? (Huh)
I know some ratchet bitches from the south
Get lil' sister'nem to hit you in the mouth (haha)
Woah, woah (yeah), know I be thuggin' it out (hey)
They like, "Bagg back on that bullshit, look how he sluggin' it out" (go)
Somethin' keep tellin' me (somethin' keep tellin' me)
Somethin' keep tellin' me (I'm hearin' voices)
"Keep it cool, play the fool," somethin' keep tellin' me (tryna ignore it)
Somethin' keep tellin' me (tellin' me, tellin' me)
Somethin' keep tellin' me (tellin' you what?)
"Go with your move or you gon' lose," somethin' keep tellin' me (I can't go)
Somethin' keep tellin' me, "Them niggas hoes"
Somethin' keep tellin' me, "Stay on the road"
Somethin' keep tellin' me, "Give it a lil' minute and his true colors gon' show"
Somethin' keep tellin' me, "Keep me a pole"
Somethin' keep tellin' me, "Get it and go"
Somethin' keep tellin' me, "God watchin' over me, but I feel the demons gettin' close"
He be pillow talkin' 'bout me and my people (must be hurt)
Plus he a rapper too, he really want a feature (twelve bar verse)
He ain't shit (I know), a whole bitch (a real ho)
Went got her tatted, still ain't hit, he tender dick (now why you do that for?)
Somethin' keep tellin' me, "I ain't buyin' the story you sellin' me" (no)
If you reppin' that Loaf, you better eat
We don't tolerate starvin' in BGE (gang)
They out here payin' for freaks, I'm playin' for keeps
Layed up with an opp nigga bitch for a week (uh)
She ate the dick off the bone, appétit
Rose pedal my feet, my status elite (Speak)
They talk about you rich or poor, f*ck whoever ain't with you (all y'all)
F*ck whoever ain't with me, ah (everybody)
F*ck whoever ain't with me, ah (hey)
Tryna take 'em for another nigga, now you in it
Uhn-uhn, nah, don't switch up now (what?), I done put you in it
Somethin' keep tellin' me (somethin' keep tellin' me)
Somethin' keep tellin' me (I'm hearin' voices)
"Keep it cool, play the fool," somethin' keep tellin' me (tryna ignore it)
Somethin' keep tellin' me (tellin' me, tellin' me)
Somethin' keep tellin' me (tellin' you what?)
"Go with your move or you gon' lose," somethin' keep tellin' me (I can't go)
Somethin' keep tellin' me, "Them niggas hoes"
Somethin' keep tellin' me, "Stay on the road"
Somethin' keep tellin' me, "Give it a lil' minute and his true colors gon' show"
Somethin' keep tellin' me, "Keep me a pole"
Somethin' keep tellin' me, "Get it and go"
Somethin' keep tellin' me, "God watchin' over me, but I feel the demons gettin' close"
Writer: Brian J. Wolf, DeMario White
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
RICH VIKING
(Wheezy out of here)
Shoot, that's a hard eight, better stack a straight mate
I got big bread, watch me bake a large cake
Shoot, that's a throwaway, caught him on the interstate
We some rich vikings, still f*ck hoes on minimum wage (go)
Rich nigga (facts), but, ho, with these racks, I'm petty (extensions)
I still eat cup noodles out the gas station, sittin' on top of the Chevy
Need a big freak that'll chew me off the bone, somethin' like American Deli (uh-huh)
Lay the seat back, we can f*ck in the car right now, no panty, she ready (not on regular seasons)
Viking smoking this blunt to the five (uh-huh)
Viking walk, I won't hear a drop (hey)
Sike, yeah, been by myself at the top (uh)
Right here whether you like it or not
My shooter a star, he gon' rock out for my band
Press on the gas, all my guys got a hot hand
You can't go back to your hood, nigga, I can
Trap out the mansion, we turn into vik' land
Park the whip (skrr), hop out fresh as f*ck, smellin' like Baccarat (hey)
Mix was off (word), hit the damn lil' spot, lil' cuh just seen an opp (oh)
Trailed a cop, get close as you can, ooh, he better not stop
Cut him off, got caught lackin' in traffic, jump out, fah-fah-fah
Shoot, that's a hard eight, better stack a straight mate
I got big bread, watch me bake a large cake
Shoot, that's a throwaway, caught him on the interstate
We some rich Vikings, still f*ck hoes on minimum wage
Shoot, put a white Patek on a black bitch, true facts
Real Viking, f*ck her then go eat her kid's fruit snacks (haha)
Shoot a thousand, if I lose it, up the bet and get back
Cleanin' house, sweep the floor, walked out the door, it done racks (ayy)
I'm smokin' out the pound, bitch, rest in peace my uncle, first nigga I saw slide off a mountain
Used to grind for grandma, whole boat or cop an outfit
Don't go out for nothin', 'less I get paid, I'm in the house lit
Money go Chanel, I had (drip), this bitch, cost four racks, nigga don't play with me (yrim)
Big speaker, the one they wanna be, and who they hate to see
I'm the typa nigga, take his bitch and make him baby-sit (boy)
When the stars light up inside the foreign, I get space-ship vibes (go)
3.5, f*ck, I feel like I can fly
Something must be wrong with the club lights, they paid me to come and shine
When she asked me what's my zodiac, I told her, "Dollar sign" (oh)
I don't trust nobody more than my five, wish a nigga would try, and I'ma up it and
Shoot, that's a hard eight, better stack a straight mate
I got big bread, watch me bake a large cake
Shoot, that's a throwaway, caught him on the interstate
We some rich vikings, still f*ck hoes on minimum wage (go)
Shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot
Shoot, that's a hard eight, better stack a straight mate
I got big bread, watch me bake a large cake
Shoot, that's a throwaway, caught him on the interstate
We some rich vikings, still f*ck hoes on minimum wage (go)
Rich nigga (facts), but, ho, with these racks, I'm petty (extensions)
I still eat cup noodles out the gas station, sittin' on top of the Chevy
Need a big freak that'll chew me off the bone, somethin' like American Deli (uh-huh)
Lay the seat back, we can f*ck in the car right now, no panty, she ready (not on regular seasons)
Viking smoking this blunt to the five (uh-huh)
Viking walk, I won't hear a drop (hey)
Sike, yeah, been by myself at the top (uh)
Right here whether you like it or not
My shooter a star, he gon' rock out for my band
Press on the gas, all my guys got a hot hand
You can't go back to your hood, nigga, I can
Trap out the mansion, we turn into vik' land
Park the whip (skrr), hop out fresh as f*ck, smellin' like Baccarat (hey)
Mix was off (word), hit the damn lil' spot, lil' cuh just seen an opp (oh)
Trailed a cop, get close as you can, ooh, he better not stop
Cut him off, got caught lackin' in traffic, jump out, fah-fah-fah
Shoot, that's a hard eight, better stack a straight mate
I got big bread, watch me bake a large cake
Shoot, that's a throwaway, caught him on the interstate
We some rich Vikings, still f*ck hoes on minimum wage
Shoot, put a white Patek on a black bitch, true facts
Real Viking, f*ck her then go eat her kid's fruit snacks (haha)
Shoot a thousand, if I lose it, up the bet and get back
Cleanin' house, sweep the floor, walked out the door, it done racks (ayy)
I'm smokin' out the pound, bitch, rest in peace my uncle, first nigga I saw slide off a mountain
Used to grind for grandma, whole boat or cop an outfit
Don't go out for nothin', 'less I get paid, I'm in the house lit
Money go Chanel, I had (drip), this bitch, cost four racks, nigga don't play with me (yrim)
Big speaker, the one they wanna be, and who they hate to see
I'm the typa nigga, take his bitch and make him baby-sit (boy)
When the stars light up inside the foreign, I get space-ship vibes (go)
3.5, f*ck, I feel like I can fly
Something must be wrong with the club lights, they paid me to come and shine
When she asked me what's my zodiac, I told her, "Dollar sign" (oh)
I don't trust nobody more than my five, wish a nigga would try, and I'ma up it and
Shoot, that's a hard eight, better stack a straight mate
I got big bread, watch me bake a large cake
Shoot, that's a throwaway, caught him on the interstate
We some rich vikings, still f*ck hoes on minimum wage (go)
Shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot
Writer: DeMario White, Dylan Cleary-Krell, Edin Jakupovic, Lucas Depante, Wesley Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
ON DET
[ Featuring YTB Fatt ]
(You'll fly too if you link up with Frenchie)
I'm on that, I'm on that, I'm on that, I'm on that
First she was a six (I'm on that)
I bought her some ass, that made her a ten, I own it (I'm on that, I'm on that)
I'm on that, I'm on that, I'm on that, I'm on that
Show me you loyal (I'm on that)
If you get low, drop me the point and I'm on that (I'm on that, I'm on that, speak)
Word done got back to me, these niggas talkin' out of place (why?)
Somewhere lookin' stupid (ha), fake put up, man, ain't even showed his face (nope)
Hell nah, shit ain't straight, found out Lil' A in the hole, got caught with a shank (shank)
Hell nah, the money I post on my birthday came out the safe, I ain't go to no bank (ayy)
Pulled up, hopped out, left the car runnin' (Ferrari)
Ain't drove that junt in a minute (skrrt)
Niggas talk worser than women (how?)
Thought it got repo'd, claimed it was rented
Just was tryna get lil' bronem in the door (on it), now I get treated like a CEO (boss)
Sino a trapper, he came with a bag and Fatt Fox gettin' thirty a show (the Loaves)
Feelin' like Ray J, if I had one wish, man, I would bring back
Actavis (purple)
Wanna pop out with the 'Rari truck now (hey), but I'm on the two year waitlist (shit hurtful)
I'm on that shoot at these rap niggas hoes (phew, phew), and f*ck 'em with my bitch (ugh)
We at that point where I don't gotta cheat (why not?), She tellin' me to pick (go)
I'm on that, I'm on that, I'm on that
First she was a six (I'm on that)
I bought her some ass, that made her a ten, I own it (I'm on that, I'm on that, huh)
I'm on that (woo), I'm on that (huh), I'm on that
Show me you loyal (I'm on that)
If you get low, drop me the point and I'm on that (I'm on that, I'm on that)
You ain't help make this shit, how I owe you? (Shit weak)
Fatt Fox rich and roguish
Ain't lettin' new niggas voice they opinions
Nigga, f*ck everybody that ain't Foxes Only
I ain't grow up with you, you ain't my f*ckin' homie
No more f*ckin' with hoes in the city
Never know who tied in with who
Every time I drop, every smacker got busy
Every pussy, they done spoke on it, smush
I heard about 'em, he gon' shoot, but he pussy
In my hood, they gon' do it for free
When it come to that cheese, I call up my kitchens (my young niggas)
Plus, I hang out and hit 'em (woo)
I'm stoppin' all the roomies (woo)
I got rank for real, I'll still have killers if I cut off my shooters
He done got caught, but told, he pussy
Told everybody what happened, he rookie
Ask 'bout them Foxes, ten thousand in fullies
Put 'em in the pot, bruh, don't break this, cook it (woo)
That's crazy, niggas who ain't never have shit to do with nothin' went against me
The smoke went up when I made it
That's why it's f*ck every side of the city, pussy
I'm on that, I'm on that, I'm on that
First she was a six (I'm on that)
I bought her some ass, that made her a ten, I own it (I'm on that, I'm on that, huh)
I'm on that, I'm on that, I'm on that
Show me you loyal (I'm on that)
If you get low, drop me the point and I'm on that
Writer: Cavon Paige, DeMario White, Matthew Taylor, Wankang Lu, Zhiquan Jiang
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
WHISKEY WHISKEY
[ Featuring Morgan Wallen ]
[Moneybagg Yo]
Another shot, she'll love me again
(Run that back, Turbo)
Haha, make it a double
[Morgan Wallen & Moneybagg Yo]
Whiskey, whiskey, won't you go away?
Come again some other day
'Cause her memory came out to play
And I'm tired of it, tired of it
I don't wanna wonder where she been (Where she at?)
She was here, now she gone again (Need her back)
Now it's me and all my whiskey friends
And I'm tired of it (Hey), tired of it (Yeah, speak)
[Moneybagg Yo]
Dark brown skin, caught eye contact while walkin' in (On the walk up)
Perfect timing, get beside me, now we lockin' in (Linked in)
She like, "Tell me how you want it, on the rocks again (What else?)
Lil' salt around the rim (Okay), filled to the top again?" (Let's go)
Fell back, now I'm back in it
Del Dia shots got me sinning
Big racks, but these jeans skinny
Plain Richard Mille square business (Boss)
See me in the club two-steppin'
Diamonds 'round my neck square-dancing
You done made a gangster romantic
Fiendin' for your love, I'm an addict (Ayy)
So addicted, ain't nothin' we can do about it (Nah)
Country motherf*cker, I say, "What's up?" she say, "Howdy" (Howdy)
Call you my lil' cowgirl how you ride it like a stallion (Uh, uh)
Don't know why I love it
Can't get tired of it (I'm on you bad)
[Morgan Wallen & Moneybagg Yo]
Whiskey, whiskey, won't you go away?
Come again some other day
'Cause her memory came out to play
And I'm tired of it, tired of it
I don't wanna wonder where she been (Where she at?)
She was here, now she gone again (Need her back)
Now it's me and all my whiskey friends
And I'm tired of it, tired of it
[Morgan Wallen]
Put you up and hide you on the shelf, I swear I'm through with you
You so hard to leave alone, it's always something new with you
Ain't no way to get her gone, gone, gone
So I guess I'm gonna tie one on
She's so cold, I had to go and pour you over ice
Way you got me locked down, you'd think whiskey was my wife
You so good, I had to take you home and hit it twice
Two of you gon' keep me up all night
[Morgan Wallen & Moneybagg Yo]
Whiskey, whiskey, won't you go away?
Come again some other day
'Cause her memory came out to play
And I'm tired of it, tired of it
I don't wanna wonder where she been (Where she at?)
She was here, now she gone again (Need her back)
Now it's me and all my whiskey friends
And I'm tired of it, tired of it
[Morgan Wallen]
And I'm tired of it, tired of it
Writer: Amman Moosa Nurani, Ashley Gorley, Chandler A. Great, David Ruoff, DeMario White, Elias Klughammer, Ernest Keith Smith, Jaucquez Lowe, Morgan Wallen, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
AW SH*T
Aw, shit, aw, shit
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit (DrumGod)
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Aw, shit, aw, shit (Sky Diddy)
Go
Aw, shit, they done made me mad, break out that dog shit (that loaf)
This like five hundred just to ball with the Brabus with the wide kit (G-wagen)
I'm never home, I barely drive it (pulled up)
Currently headed to a island on a private (right now)
Sneaky link the only option, I can't be your man (your man)
I might fall asleep inside you, f*ckin' on these Xans
If it's good, you stayin' a week, ho, ain't no one-night stand, kidnapped
Chase this Plan B with this Hi-C, baby, I can't get trapped
Goyard to carry the strap, she matchin' my fly, we Chaneling it out (we twinnin')
Diamonds and pearls, eight at the bottom, that's rose gold hittin' in my mouth
Reggie, bet I can show you a Miller
Spaghetti, I'm a real certified dripper
Heavy, these niggas really lil' biddy
Deadly, the ARP or the switchy
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Gasoline, whole lot of beans (whole bunch)
Whole lot of foreign machines (I don't touch)
Whole lot of pints, whole lot of lean, whole lot of scams and schemes (scammers)
Whole lot of bitches tryna get high, they wanna do the team (bread)
Whole lot of niggas tryna get down, but they ain't cut like we (ayy)
I'm on the run, DMC, I'm two meals up off P's (at least)
I been in Houston for 'bout a week, I chopped and screwed a freak (ugh)
These niggas stalkin' and watchin' my page, they get they moves from me (they clones)
Spend six thou' on LV kicks, I call them Louis P (go)
I'm the type boost up a broke ho (yeah)
I got them racks in my Goyo' ('Yard)
No, I don't f*ck with you like that, nigga, so don't come and hop in my photo (don't do that)
I done put up that white shit, told Geo give me everything rose gold (bust down)
In the Lambo', dodgin' pot holes, wide load zone, in the field like Ocho (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Sittin' in the big body Rolls truck, I'm kickin' P with some pimpin' (saucin')
Must be a shortage on real niggas (why?), Can't say I know too many
Three hundred K, that's a lot for your wrist (AP)
Eighty more when I'm makin' a fist (big risk)
You can smell the codeine in my piss
Me, Joe, and Wizza just finished a six (ayy)
Gasoline, whole lot of beans (whole bunch)
Whole lot of foreign machines (I don't touch)
Whole lot of pints, whole lot of lean, whole lot of scams and schemes (scammers)
Whole lot of bitches tryna get high, they wanna do the team (bread)
Whole lot of niggas tryna get down, but they ain't cut like we (ayy)
I'm on the run, DMC, I'm two meals up off P's (at least)
I been in Houston for 'bout a week, I chopped and screwed a freak (ugh)
These niggas stalkin' and watchin' my page, they get they moves from me (they clones)
Spend six thou' on LV kicks, I call them Louis P
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Go
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit (DrumGod)
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Aw, shit, aw, shit (Sky Diddy)
Go
Aw, shit, they done made me mad, break out that dog shit (that loaf)
This like five hundred just to ball with the Brabus with the wide kit (G-wagen)
I'm never home, I barely drive it (pulled up)
Currently headed to a island on a private (right now)
Sneaky link the only option, I can't be your man (your man)
I might fall asleep inside you, f*ckin' on these Xans
If it's good, you stayin' a week, ho, ain't no one-night stand, kidnapped
Chase this Plan B with this Hi-C, baby, I can't get trapped
Goyard to carry the strap, she matchin' my fly, we Chaneling it out (we twinnin')
Diamonds and pearls, eight at the bottom, that's rose gold hittin' in my mouth
Reggie, bet I can show you a Miller
Spaghetti, I'm a real certified dripper
Heavy, these niggas really lil' biddy
Deadly, the ARP or the switchy
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Gasoline, whole lot of beans (whole bunch)
Whole lot of foreign machines (I don't touch)
Whole lot of pints, whole lot of lean, whole lot of scams and schemes (scammers)
Whole lot of bitches tryna get high, they wanna do the team (bread)
Whole lot of niggas tryna get down, but they ain't cut like we (ayy)
I'm on the run, DMC, I'm two meals up off P's (at least)
I been in Houston for 'bout a week, I chopped and screwed a freak (ugh)
These niggas stalkin' and watchin' my page, they get they moves from me (they clones)
Spend six thou' on LV kicks, I call them Louis P (go)
I'm the type boost up a broke ho (yeah)
I got them racks in my Goyo' ('Yard)
No, I don't f*ck with you like that, nigga, so don't come and hop in my photo (don't do that)
I done put up that white shit, told Geo give me everything rose gold (bust down)
In the Lambo', dodgin' pot holes, wide load zone, in the field like Ocho (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Sittin' in the big body Rolls truck, I'm kickin' P with some pimpin' (saucin')
Must be a shortage on real niggas (why?), Can't say I know too many
Three hundred K, that's a lot for your wrist (AP)
Eighty more when I'm makin' a fist (big risk)
You can smell the codeine in my piss
Me, Joe, and Wizza just finished a six (ayy)
Gasoline, whole lot of beans (whole bunch)
Whole lot of foreign machines (I don't touch)
Whole lot of pints, whole lot of lean, whole lot of scams and schemes (scammers)
Whole lot of bitches tryna get high, they wanna do the team (bread)
Whole lot of niggas tryna get down, but they ain't cut like we (ayy)
I'm on the run, DMC, I'm two meals up off P's (at least)
I been in Houston for 'bout a week, I chopped and screwed a freak (ugh)
These niggas stalkin' and watchin' my page, they get they moves from me (they clones)
Spend six thou' on LV kicks, I call them Louis P
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Aw, shit, aw, shit, aw, shit
Go
Writer: DeMario White, Robert L. Gullatt, Thomas Jahmal Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
GO GHO$T (Interlude)
[ Featuring Kevo Muney ]
(Huncho made this)
By myself, I done been through this shit all alone (alone)
Could have been gave up, I stayed strong
Baby, I just want your love, yeah
Baby, I just want your love, I don't wanna fight no more
I don't want you far away, baby, I want you to stay close (I want you to stay close)
And I put no one above you
She keeps sayin' she don't like it every time I go ghost
She keeps sayin', "I don't trust you," then it's f*ck you
Can't believe you second guessed my love
Been through the same shit way too much
Almost quit, almost gave up
That's just why I brainstorm off these drugs
Like a baby boy, I just need me a hug
Like a baby boy, I just need me a-
Need me a hundred milli' (need a hundred), two hundred really (real talk)
Play with lil' Money, my young niggas paint the city (take 'em off)
I just need my auntie back, I miss her bad, like, what it cost?
Smilin' everyday but I don't know how long I can play it off
Baby, you can talk to me (talk to me)
Baby, won't you tell me somethin'? Uh
Baby, tell me somethin'
I'm already knowin' I'm not the only one, uh
If I'm bein' honest
I ain't ever judge nobody, I done got game from the junkies
He ain't dead yet, he still alive, his heart still pumpin'
He ain't did shit for your mama, give your all to a woman
I done seen it all, I done seen it all, I swear (swear)
I done seen it all, I done seen it all out here (I swear)
By myself, I done been through this shit all alone (alone)
Could have been gave up, I stayed strong
Baby, I just want your love, yeah
Baby, I just want your love, l don't wanna fight no more
I don't want you far away, baby, I want you to stay close (I want you to stay close)
And I put no one above you
She keeps sayin' she don't like it every time I go ghost
She keeps sayin', "l don't trust you," then it's f*ck you
You know I got her spoiled (shoppin'), we go store to store (wildin')
Can you fly in when I'm on tour? I miss you more and more (more)
This how it's 'posed to be (yeah)
When I get busy, I get a text like, "Why is you ghostin' me?"
Or talkin' 'bout, "This ain't L-U-V" (love)
Why you askin' where I'm at? You got my lo' (uh)
I can feel you giving up, don't let me go (uh)
Come with me to ease your mind in Mykonos (Greece)
By myself, I done been through this shit all alone
Could have been gave up, I stayed strong
Baby, I just want your love, yeah
Baby, I just want your love, I don't wanna fight no more
I don't want you far away, baby, I want you to stay close (I want you to stay close)
And I put no one above you
She keeps sayin' she don't like it every time I go ghost
She keeps sayin', "I don't trust you," then it's f*ck you
Writer: DeMario White, Kevo Meeks, Kyler Gregory
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Speak Now is the fifth studio album by American rapper Moneybagg Yo.
The album contains guest appearances from Chris Brown, Rob49, Lil Durk, YTB Fatt, Morgan Wallen, and Kevo Muney. Production was handled by Tay Keith, Boi-1da, Wheezy, Turbo, and Charlie Handsome, among others. -Wikipedia
Performed By:
Moneybagg YoThe album contains guest appearances from Chris Brown, Rob49, Lil Durk, YTB Fatt, Morgan Wallen, and Kevo Muney. Production was handled by Tay Keith, Boi-1da, Wheezy, Turbo, and Charlie Handsome, among others. -Wikipedia
Genre(s): R&B, Hip Hop
Released: June 14th, 2024
Year: 2024