Have you ever been to London? (Might as well rock that bitch)
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Ridin' 'round the city with a bad-ass bitch
Always locked in, I got cash to get, hmm
Ayy, I can show you how to rags to riches, nigga, yeah
I ain't ever leave, but I'm back again
Stars, livin' large, goin' hard, hmm-mm
Stars, livin' large, goin' far
Niggas talk different when the money come
Niggas talk different when the money come
Niggas walk different when the money come
Niggas walk different when the money come
Niggas talk different when the money come
Niggas talk different when the money come
Niggas walk different when the money come
Niggas walk different when the money come
Stars, livin' large, goin' hard, hmm-mm
Stars, livin' large, goin' far, hmm-mm
Ayy, let me talk my shit, 'cause I talk different (I talk different)
Got hit with the stick, now he walk different (grrt)
Always on point, gotta walk with it (grrt)
Pray to God every day that He walk with me (that He walk with me)
Walk a nigga ass down, make him jump fences (make him jump fences)
In an instant, I know they'll come kill me (come kill me)
So I slide first, no point intended
Windows tinted in the Infiniti (in the Infiniti)
Go and get him, see him, kill him, get everybody with him
Hunnid in him (grrt), make him feel 'em (grrt), can't spare no nigga (grrt, grrt)
Now don't pill him, deal with him, nina scratched, no serial (no serial)
Seen your best hitter, killed him, f*ck a chest, hit his temple
I'ma go get money, 'til the print stop
Put a bag on his head, call that a big shot (call that a big shot)
Take a real close look at my wrist watch
Diamonds hit, like Will Smith did Chris Rock (like Will did Chris Rock)
Everywhere I go, gotta keep it G-lock
Make 'em dance, like Coi Leray on TikTok (Coi Leray on TikTok)
Tell him get at me, I bet he get got
Nigga better go and get, heat 'em up, Chris Bosh (brrt, brrt)
Stars, livin' large, goin' hard, hmm-mm
Stars, livin' large, goin' far
Niggas talk different when the money come
Niggas talk different when the money come
Niggas walk different when the money come
Niggas walk different when the money come
Niggas talk different when the money come
Niggas talk different when the money come
Niggas walk different when the money come
Niggas walk different when the money come
Stars, livin' large, goin' hard, hmm-mm
(Nigga know where we shootin' at, yeah)
(You know how we get when the money come)
Stars, livin' large, goin' far (NLE, Top Shotta, grrt)
NLE Choppa - Cottonwood 2 Album Lyrics
NLE Choppa - Cottonwood 2 Lyrics
Writer: Bryson Potts
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
BEFORE I
Ayy, before I bust a move, I gotta pray first, say a verse
Wash my hands before I touch the work
Bitch, yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?
NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Nigga, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Before I bust a move, I gotta pray first, say a verse
Wash my hands before I touch the work
Ayy, before I go to sleep, I gotta get some head
That's how I want my day to end, wake up and get it again
Before I trust you with my money, rather give it to my mama
Broke boy got too much problems for the drama, for the drama
Before I bust a move, I gotta pray first, say a verse
Wash my hands before I touch the work
Ayy, living with you, we don't come from miles
Thinkin' with his dick, I had to improvise
I'ma send a ho' to get the low back
Don't Joe tag on his torch, let's go
Me and my guys, not the other niggas
Like the toilet, we quick to go flush a nigga
He ain't blood-related, but my brother nigga
If he say he f*ckin', then he f*ckin', nigga
Good by myself, nigga, I don't need nobody
Hit it through the body, but I don't really talk 'bout it
Cop one, pop one, stop one, drop one
Lip got runnin', so I'm gone when the cops come
When you suck my dick, ho', break your neck
When you ride this dick, ho', break a sweat
I ain't never hit no ho 'til she dry
Every time I'm in, that shit wet
Love a lil' ho' that eat, eat, ridin' me, baby jet, like a seat geek
I don't need no freak, need a freak, freak
Every night, every day of the week, week
Freak me, she be wet, wet, sneak peek on her SnapChat
Suck dick, pat her on the back, back, she my baby, like Similac
Before I bust a move, I gotta pray first, say a verse
Wash my hands before I touch the work
Ayy, before I go to sleep, I gotta get some head
That's how I want my day to end, wake up and get it again
Before I trust you with my money, rather give it to my mama
Broke boy got too much problems for the drama, for the drama
Before I bust a move, I gotta pray first, say a verse
Wash my hands before I touch the work
Good morning, motherf*cker
Today was a good day, ayy
Today was a good day, I woke up with the K
Bass in the trunk, shit sound like 808
Move it, Donald Trump, she got white all on her face
Ayy, O.J., MJ, glove on, beat it, blow my whistle in completion
F*ckin' on an angel in the backseat of the demon
The only meat I eat is ass, but a nigga vegan
Always on go, mama said "Need to stop that"
Get up close, I ain't shootin' from far back
OG told me "Keep dope where my sock at"
In my hand with my Glock, yeah, I shot that
Hakuna matata, mata hakuna
I'm f*ckin' a model, ba-da-da, boom, boom, boom, boom
Buyin' every trigger, go doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Hit 'em with the Drac', he doin' the booty-do, bitch
Before I bust a move, I gotta pray first, say a verse
Wash my hands before I touch the work
Ayy, before I go to sleep, I gotta get some head
That's how I want my day to end, wake up and get it again
Before I trust you with my money, rather give it to my mama
Broke boy got too much problems for the drama, for the drama
Before I bust a move, I gotta pray first, say a verse
Wash my hands before I touch the work, ayy
Wash my hands before I touch the work
Bitch, yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?
NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Nigga, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Before I bust a move, I gotta pray first, say a verse
Wash my hands before I touch the work
Ayy, before I go to sleep, I gotta get some head
That's how I want my day to end, wake up and get it again
Before I trust you with my money, rather give it to my mama
Broke boy got too much problems for the drama, for the drama
Before I bust a move, I gotta pray first, say a verse
Wash my hands before I touch the work
Ayy, living with you, we don't come from miles
Thinkin' with his dick, I had to improvise
I'ma send a ho' to get the low back
Don't Joe tag on his torch, let's go
Me and my guys, not the other niggas
Like the toilet, we quick to go flush a nigga
He ain't blood-related, but my brother nigga
If he say he f*ckin', then he f*ckin', nigga
Good by myself, nigga, I don't need nobody
Hit it through the body, but I don't really talk 'bout it
Cop one, pop one, stop one, drop one
Lip got runnin', so I'm gone when the cops come
When you suck my dick, ho', break your neck
When you ride this dick, ho', break a sweat
I ain't never hit no ho 'til she dry
Every time I'm in, that shit wet
Love a lil' ho' that eat, eat, ridin' me, baby jet, like a seat geek
I don't need no freak, need a freak, freak
Every night, every day of the week, week
Freak me, she be wet, wet, sneak peek on her SnapChat
Suck dick, pat her on the back, back, she my baby, like Similac
Before I bust a move, I gotta pray first, say a verse
Wash my hands before I touch the work
Ayy, before I go to sleep, I gotta get some head
That's how I want my day to end, wake up and get it again
Before I trust you with my money, rather give it to my mama
Broke boy got too much problems for the drama, for the drama
Before I bust a move, I gotta pray first, say a verse
Wash my hands before I touch the work
Good morning, motherf*cker
Today was a good day, ayy
Today was a good day, I woke up with the K
Bass in the trunk, shit sound like 808
Move it, Donald Trump, she got white all on her face
Ayy, O.J., MJ, glove on, beat it, blow my whistle in completion
F*ckin' on an angel in the backseat of the demon
The only meat I eat is ass, but a nigga vegan
Always on go, mama said "Need to stop that"
Get up close, I ain't shootin' from far back
OG told me "Keep dope where my sock at"
In my hand with my Glock, yeah, I shot that
Hakuna matata, mata hakuna
I'm f*ckin' a model, ba-da-da, boom, boom, boom, boom
Buyin' every trigger, go doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Hit 'em with the Drac', he doin' the booty-do, bitch
Before I bust a move, I gotta pray first, say a verse
Wash my hands before I touch the work
Ayy, before I go to sleep, I gotta get some head
That's how I want my day to end, wake up and get it again
Before I trust you with my money, rather give it to my mama
Broke boy got too much problems for the drama, for the drama
Before I bust a move, I gotta pray first, say a verse
Wash my hands before I touch the work, ayy
Writer: Bryson Potts
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Do It Again
You abandoned me, love don't live here anymore
Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong
You lyin', watch yo' tone
I'm too fine to be so alone
Not my kind, he is a clone
I'ma get money no matter the cost (cost)
Havin' some water, I'm havin' some Voss (Voss)
Got that dope dick, that's yo' loss (loss)
He is a worker and I am a boss
Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong
(You lyin', watch yo' tone)
I'm too fine to be so alone
(Not my kind, he is a clone)
I'ma get money no matter the cost
Havin' some water, I'm havin' some Voss
Got that dope dick, that's yo' loss
He is a worker and I am a boss
You abandoned me, love don't live here anymore
Bitch, go crazy
Bitch, go crazy
Bitch, go crazy
Bitch, go crazy
Summer der Hammer, der Killer, der
Summer der Hammer, der Millionär
Du vermisst Heute meine Stimme sehr
Doch ich zeig dir Heute keinerlei feelings mehr
Zeig, mir noch einmal dein Bubble Butt
Baby, ich hab meine Glock unterm Anorak
Verdoppel mein Lovi ich double up
F*ck it up, F*ck it up, F*ck it up
Habibi du weißt genau wie wir drauf sind
Auf was wir drauf sind, guck worauf wir aus sind
Du kannst uns vertrauen Blind
Dachtest du wirklich ich kacke ab
Als du mich damals verlassen hast
Hustle hard für die Accesoires
Heute hab ich überall Makinas
baby, ich dachte du willst einen cut
Warum schreibst du dann: "Bist du noch wach?"
Erst warst du weg, und jetzt suchst du Kontakt
Du warst mir wichtig, jetzt bist du ballast
Mache Para wer hätte gedacht
Check meine zahlen ich level mich up
Rock heut Rollies, flex mit Guap
Du musst zurück in dein hässliches Kaff
baby, ich dachte du willst einen cut
Warum schreibst du dann: "Bist du noch wach?"
Erst warst du weg, und jetzt suchst du Kontakt
Du warst mir wichtig, jetzt bist du ballast
Mache Para wer hätte gedacht
Check meine zahlen ich level mich up
Rock heut Rollies, flex mit Guap
Du musst zurück in dein hässliches Kaff
You did it before, you will do it again
(You did it before, you will do it again)
You did it before, you will do it again
(You did it before, you will do it again)
Like, for real
Got me workin' and coverin' bills
Got a new girl, she keep it real
She call me, "Daddy," she love how it feel
Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong (you abandoned me)
You lyin', watch yo' tone
I'm too fine to be so alone (like a memory)
Not my kind, he is a clone
I'ma get money no matter the cost (cost)
Havin' some water, I'm havin' some Voss (Voss)
Got that dope dick, that's yo' loss (loss)
He is a worker and I am a boss
Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong (you abandoned me)
(You lyin', watch yo' tone)
I'm too fine to be so alone (like a memory)
(Not my kind, he is a clone)
I'ma get money no matter the cost
Havin' some water, I'm havin' some Voss
Got that dope dick, that's yo' loss
He is a worker and I am a boss
Don't wanna be homies, don't wanna be friends
Beat my dick before I hit you again
Victim of love won't get me again
Where is my heart gone in the wind
Like for real
Did you know love get you killed
I don't write it, I say how I feel
Tryna think about how Imma heal
You think you slick, ayye-ayye, you easy to read
Pack you bags and leave my keys
Imma forget about you when you leave
F*ck your friend but that'll be green
Sent me a message I left it on seen
Like keep it a bean say that your love me it's really a scheme
Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong (you abandoned me)
You lyin', watch yo' tone
I'm too fine to be so alone (like a memory)
Not my kind, he is a clone
I'ma get money no matter the cost (cost)
Havin' some water, I'm havin' some Voss (Voss)
Got that dope dick, that's yo' loss (loss)
He is a worker and I am a boss
Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong (you abandoned me)
(You lyin', watch yo' tone)
I'm too fine to be so alone (like a memory)
(Not my kind, he is a clone)
I'ma get money no matter the cost
Havin' some water, I'm havin' some Voss
Got that dope dick, that's yo' loss
He is a worker and I am a boss
You abandoned me
You abandoned me
You abandoned me
You abandoned me, I don't live here anymore
Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong
You lyin', watch yo' tone
I'm too fine to be so alone
Not my kind, he is a clone
I'ma get money no matter the cost (cost)
Havin' some water, I'm havin' some Voss (Voss)
Got that dope dick, that's yo' loss (loss)
He is a worker and I am a boss
Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong
(You lyin', watch yo' tone)
I'm too fine to be so alone
(Not my kind, he is a clone)
I'ma get money no matter the cost
Havin' some water, I'm havin' some Voss
Got that dope dick, that's yo' loss
He is a worker and I am a boss
You abandoned me, love don't live here anymore
Bitch, go crazy
Bitch, go crazy
Bitch, go crazy
Bitch, go crazy
Summer der Hammer, der Killer, der
Summer der Hammer, der Millionär
Du vermisst Heute meine Stimme sehr
Doch ich zeig dir Heute keinerlei feelings mehr
Zeig, mir noch einmal dein Bubble Butt
Baby, ich hab meine Glock unterm Anorak
Verdoppel mein Lovi ich double up
F*ck it up, F*ck it up, F*ck it up
Habibi du weißt genau wie wir drauf sind
Auf was wir drauf sind, guck worauf wir aus sind
Du kannst uns vertrauen Blind
Dachtest du wirklich ich kacke ab
Als du mich damals verlassen hast
Hustle hard für die Accesoires
Heute hab ich überall Makinas
baby, ich dachte du willst einen cut
Warum schreibst du dann: "Bist du noch wach?"
Erst warst du weg, und jetzt suchst du Kontakt
Du warst mir wichtig, jetzt bist du ballast
Mache Para wer hätte gedacht
Check meine zahlen ich level mich up
Rock heut Rollies, flex mit Guap
Du musst zurück in dein hässliches Kaff
baby, ich dachte du willst einen cut
Warum schreibst du dann: "Bist du noch wach?"
Erst warst du weg, und jetzt suchst du Kontakt
Du warst mir wichtig, jetzt bist du ballast
Mache Para wer hätte gedacht
Check meine zahlen ich level mich up
Rock heut Rollies, flex mit Guap
Du musst zurück in dein hässliches Kaff
You did it before, you will do it again
(You did it before, you will do it again)
You did it before, you will do it again
(You did it before, you will do it again)
Like, for real
Got me workin' and coverin' bills
Got a new girl, she keep it real
She call me, "Daddy," she love how it feel
Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong (you abandoned me)
You lyin', watch yo' tone
I'm too fine to be so alone (like a memory)
Not my kind, he is a clone
I'ma get money no matter the cost (cost)
Havin' some water, I'm havin' some Voss (Voss)
Got that dope dick, that's yo' loss (loss)
He is a worker and I am a boss
Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong (you abandoned me)
(You lyin', watch yo' tone)
I'm too fine to be so alone (like a memory)
(Not my kind, he is a clone)
I'ma get money no matter the cost
Havin' some water, I'm havin' some Voss
Got that dope dick, that's yo' loss
He is a worker and I am a boss
Don't wanna be homies, don't wanna be friends
Beat my dick before I hit you again
Victim of love won't get me again
Where is my heart gone in the wind
Like for real
Did you know love get you killed
I don't write it, I say how I feel
Tryna think about how Imma heal
You think you slick, ayye-ayye, you easy to read
Pack you bags and leave my keys
Imma forget about you when you leave
F*ck your friend but that'll be green
Sent me a message I left it on seen
Like keep it a bean say that your love me it's really a scheme
Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong (you abandoned me)
You lyin', watch yo' tone
I'm too fine to be so alone (like a memory)
Not my kind, he is a clone
I'ma get money no matter the cost (cost)
Havin' some water, I'm havin' some Voss (Voss)
Got that dope dick, that's yo' loss (loss)
He is a worker and I am a boss
Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong (you abandoned me)
(You lyin', watch yo' tone)
I'm too fine to be so alone (like a memory)
(Not my kind, he is a clone)
I'ma get money no matter the cost
Havin' some water, I'm havin' some Voss
Got that dope dick, that's yo' loss
He is a worker and I am a boss
You abandoned me
You abandoned me
You abandoned me
You abandoned me, I don't live here anymore
Writer: Bryson Potts, Gregory Miles, Naseem R. Watson, Orlando Wilder, Tramayne Watson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
DROP TOP
Go Grizz
Yeah (yeah)
(Cheeze)
Yeah
(Mm-hmm)
How you turn that Lamb' top to a drop-top? (Mm-hmm)
How you don't fit in, but you be standin' out? (Mm-hmm)
Back seat of the Benz, gettin' that mop top (mm-hmm)
How you make that ass jump like hopscotch? (Mm-hmm)
How you turn that Lamb' top to a drop-top? (Mm-hmm)
How you don't fit in, but you be standin' out? (Mm-hmm)
Back seat of the Benz, gettin' that mop top (mm-hmm)
How you make that ass jump like hopscotch? (Mm-hmm)
Big check (mm-hmm), yeah
Bad lil' bitch, she want that rich sex (mm-hmm)
Lil' bit of soda make that shit stretch, yeah
All my niggas straight, that's a big flex (mm-hmm)
Pull up at the light, yeah
Shit look like a chandelier
Don't take no advice, yeah
Diamonds hit like Holyfield, watch gon' hit like Mike, yeah
Rich like I just got a deal, f*cked up off them pain pills
Tell you how that pain feel, yeah, mm
(Mm-hmm)
How you turn that Lamb' top to a drop-top? (Mm-hmm, kizzy)
How you don't fit in, but you be standin' out? (Mm-hmm, no kizzy)
Back seat of the Benz, gettin' that mop top (mm-hmm, no Bentley)
How you make that ass jump like hopscotch? (Mm-hmm, get busy)
How you turn that Lamb' top to a drop-top? (Mm-hmm)
How you don't fit in, but you be standin' out? (Mm-hmm)
Back seat of the Benz, gettin' that mop top (mm-hmm)
How you make that ass jump like hopscotch? (Mm-hmm)
She too easy (mm-hmm)
All white like Jeezy (mm-hmm)
Niggas with an attitude in here, somethin' like Eazy
Yeah, she gon' let me f*ck for the free, free, freeski
I can't lie, she too damn freaky
Sneaky linkin', geekin', sneakin' (uh), eat me
Burn heads like a (ha), hot comb
Hermés for her, she say, "Right on" (right on)
She gave me head 'fore we got the night on (night on)
Night on, night on, f*ck her with the lights on
(Mm-hmm)
How you turn that Lamb' top to a drop-top? (Mm-hmm)
How you don't fit in, but you be standin' out? (Mm-hmm)
Back seat of the Benz, gettin' that mop top (mm-hmm)
How you make that ass jump like hopscotch? (Mm-hmm)
How you turn that Lamb' top to a drop-top? (Mm-hmm)
How you don't fit in, but you be standin' out? (Mm-hmm)
Back seat of the Benz, gettin' that mop top (mm-hmm)
How you make that ass jump like hopscotch? (Mm-hmm)
Mm-hmm
Mm-hmm
Mm-hmm
Mm-hmm
Mm-hmm
Mm-hmm
Mm-hmm
Yeah (yeah)
(Cheeze)
Yeah
(Mm-hmm)
How you turn that Lamb' top to a drop-top? (Mm-hmm)
How you don't fit in, but you be standin' out? (Mm-hmm)
Back seat of the Benz, gettin' that mop top (mm-hmm)
How you make that ass jump like hopscotch? (Mm-hmm)
How you turn that Lamb' top to a drop-top? (Mm-hmm)
How you don't fit in, but you be standin' out? (Mm-hmm)
Back seat of the Benz, gettin' that mop top (mm-hmm)
How you make that ass jump like hopscotch? (Mm-hmm)
Big check (mm-hmm), yeah
Bad lil' bitch, she want that rich sex (mm-hmm)
Lil' bit of soda make that shit stretch, yeah
All my niggas straight, that's a big flex (mm-hmm)
Pull up at the light, yeah
Shit look like a chandelier
Don't take no advice, yeah
Diamonds hit like Holyfield, watch gon' hit like Mike, yeah
Rich like I just got a deal, f*cked up off them pain pills
Tell you how that pain feel, yeah, mm
(Mm-hmm)
How you turn that Lamb' top to a drop-top? (Mm-hmm, kizzy)
How you don't fit in, but you be standin' out? (Mm-hmm, no kizzy)
Back seat of the Benz, gettin' that mop top (mm-hmm, no Bentley)
How you make that ass jump like hopscotch? (Mm-hmm, get busy)
How you turn that Lamb' top to a drop-top? (Mm-hmm)
How you don't fit in, but you be standin' out? (Mm-hmm)
Back seat of the Benz, gettin' that mop top (mm-hmm)
How you make that ass jump like hopscotch? (Mm-hmm)
She too easy (mm-hmm)
All white like Jeezy (mm-hmm)
Niggas with an attitude in here, somethin' like Eazy
Yeah, she gon' let me f*ck for the free, free, freeski
I can't lie, she too damn freaky
Sneaky linkin', geekin', sneakin' (uh), eat me
Burn heads like a (ha), hot comb
Hermés for her, she say, "Right on" (right on)
She gave me head 'fore we got the night on (night on)
Night on, night on, f*ck her with the lights on
(Mm-hmm)
How you turn that Lamb' top to a drop-top? (Mm-hmm)
How you don't fit in, but you be standin' out? (Mm-hmm)
Back seat of the Benz, gettin' that mop top (mm-hmm)
How you make that ass jump like hopscotch? (Mm-hmm)
How you turn that Lamb' top to a drop-top? (Mm-hmm)
How you don't fit in, but you be standin' out? (Mm-hmm)
Back seat of the Benz, gettin' that mop top (mm-hmm)
How you make that ass jump like hopscotch? (Mm-hmm)
Mm-hmm
Mm-hmm
Mm-hmm
Mm-hmm
Mm-hmm
Mm-hmm
Mm-hmm
Writer: Bryson Potts
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
AINT GONNA ANSWER
Don't be worried 'bout what we be doin'
What we doin'? Makin' money
What they doin'? Hatin' on us
If they want it, take it from me
What them other niggas doin'?
I don't know 'cause I don't stun 'em
Mind my business, on my mama
F*ck a nigga how I'm comin'
Big booty bitch, made her back her ass up (back her ass up)
Shots out the switch made him bag his man up (bag his man up)
Say that she your bitch, she my private dancer (private dancer)
You can call her phone, but she ain't gon' answer (she ain't gon' answer)
Go, go, go, go
Known to turn a bitch up, talkin' way pass the ceiling go
She f*ck with me because these carrots like a rabbit, silly ho (silly ho)
My nigga pop' Percocets, bite like a willy, ho (willy ho)
From the city of Memphis we known for mackin' and pimpin'
But I'm hot boy, I can't lie, I got some Weezy up in me
You know that shit it get greazy, I'm in the streets like a meter
She tellin' me that she need me, but Lord know that she a eater
Ayy, tell 'em drop his nuts, he holdin' too much tension in his balls
Made 'em run a four flat, but he was six feet tall
Like a high school ho, I'm tryna hit all y'all
Yeah, I seen 'em stumble, but I'm tryna make 'em fall, fall
Shake it, she was fully dressed, now she naked (naked)
Back shots, front shots, make a bitch shapeshift (shapeshift)
Ready for the cumshot, told her to taste it (taste it)
Bad bitches chase me, I use to f*ck basics (basics)
She askin' for my raw dog, ho, you get a latex (latex)
Ball deep in her mouth, make a bitch say less (say less)
Swallow my nut or your friend the replacement ('placement)
Put her on her knees, yeah, I call that good graces
Don't be worried 'bout what we be doin'
What we doin'? Makin' money
What they doin'? Hatin' on us
If they want it, take it from me
What them other niggas doin'?
I don't know 'cause I don't stun 'em
Mind my business, on my mama
F*ck a nigga how I'm comin'
Big booty bitch, made her back her ass up (back her ass up)
Shots out the switch made him bag his man up (bag his man up)
Say that she your bitch, she my private dancer
She said, "Come here," she said, "Get here"
She said, "Stop playing, nigga, bring that dick here"
Ooh, I got bitches waitin' to see me like a premiere
Ooh, and her mouth be full of semen, look like veneers
Ooh, don't be worried 'bout what I'm doin', don't be worried 'bout who I'm doin'
Don't be worried 'bout who I flew in, all these Percocet I'm chewin'
All these Birkins and these Louis, got her twerking that lil' booty
She said, "Throw that dick Lil Tunechi," she gon' catch it like a movie
I be X'ing bitches out, leave her at that nigga house
Never thought I'd leave my kids until I left them in her mouth
I be stretchin' bitches out, you be stressin' bitches out
I'm like Lionel Messi, kickin' messy bitches out
Girl, you workin' with some ass, yeah, I smack it with my backhand
Ooh, she got that fat cat, I give that cat a cat scan
From a hot boy to a mad men, that high water or hell deep
Call him NLE you can call me "Machiavelli"
Shirt off, Choppa on, Weezy baby, Babylon
I'm greedy baby, Ramadan, got my slimes with me, it's a slime-athon
Wake up with Balenciaga pajamas on with two bitches
Check my phone, new pictures, I check your ass like the new Twitter (Tunechi)
Don't be worried 'bout what we be doin'
What we doin'? Makin' money
What they doin'? Hatin' on us
If they want it, take it from me
What them other niggas doin'?
I don't know 'cause I don't stun 'em
Mind my business, on my mama
F*ck a nigga how I'm comin'
Big booty bitch, made her back her ass up (back that ass up)
Shots out the switch made him bag his man up (bag his ass up)
Say that she your bitch, she my private dancer
You can call her phone and I'll probably answer, nigga
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go (Mula, baby)
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
What we doin'? Makin' money
What they doin'? Hatin' on us
If they want it, take it from me
What them other niggas doin'?
I don't know 'cause I don't stun 'em
Mind my business, on my mama
F*ck a nigga how I'm comin'
Big booty bitch, made her back her ass up (back her ass up)
Shots out the switch made him bag his man up (bag his man up)
Say that she your bitch, she my private dancer (private dancer)
You can call her phone, but she ain't gon' answer (she ain't gon' answer)
Go, go, go, go
Known to turn a bitch up, talkin' way pass the ceiling go
She f*ck with me because these carrots like a rabbit, silly ho (silly ho)
My nigga pop' Percocets, bite like a willy, ho (willy ho)
From the city of Memphis we known for mackin' and pimpin'
But I'm hot boy, I can't lie, I got some Weezy up in me
You know that shit it get greazy, I'm in the streets like a meter
She tellin' me that she need me, but Lord know that she a eater
Ayy, tell 'em drop his nuts, he holdin' too much tension in his balls
Made 'em run a four flat, but he was six feet tall
Like a high school ho, I'm tryna hit all y'all
Yeah, I seen 'em stumble, but I'm tryna make 'em fall, fall
Shake it, she was fully dressed, now she naked (naked)
Back shots, front shots, make a bitch shapeshift (shapeshift)
Ready for the cumshot, told her to taste it (taste it)
Bad bitches chase me, I use to f*ck basics (basics)
She askin' for my raw dog, ho, you get a latex (latex)
Ball deep in her mouth, make a bitch say less (say less)
Swallow my nut or your friend the replacement ('placement)
Put her on her knees, yeah, I call that good graces
Don't be worried 'bout what we be doin'
What we doin'? Makin' money
What they doin'? Hatin' on us
If they want it, take it from me
What them other niggas doin'?
I don't know 'cause I don't stun 'em
Mind my business, on my mama
F*ck a nigga how I'm comin'
Big booty bitch, made her back her ass up (back her ass up)
Shots out the switch made him bag his man up (bag his man up)
Say that she your bitch, she my private dancer
She said, "Come here," she said, "Get here"
She said, "Stop playing, nigga, bring that dick here"
Ooh, I got bitches waitin' to see me like a premiere
Ooh, and her mouth be full of semen, look like veneers
Ooh, don't be worried 'bout what I'm doin', don't be worried 'bout who I'm doin'
Don't be worried 'bout who I flew in, all these Percocet I'm chewin'
All these Birkins and these Louis, got her twerking that lil' booty
She said, "Throw that dick Lil Tunechi," she gon' catch it like a movie
I be X'ing bitches out, leave her at that nigga house
Never thought I'd leave my kids until I left them in her mouth
I be stretchin' bitches out, you be stressin' bitches out
I'm like Lionel Messi, kickin' messy bitches out
Girl, you workin' with some ass, yeah, I smack it with my backhand
Ooh, she got that fat cat, I give that cat a cat scan
From a hot boy to a mad men, that high water or hell deep
Call him NLE you can call me "Machiavelli"
Shirt off, Choppa on, Weezy baby, Babylon
I'm greedy baby, Ramadan, got my slimes with me, it's a slime-athon
Wake up with Balenciaga pajamas on with two bitches
Check my phone, new pictures, I check your ass like the new Twitter (Tunechi)
Don't be worried 'bout what we be doin'
What we doin'? Makin' money
What they doin'? Hatin' on us
If they want it, take it from me
What them other niggas doin'?
I don't know 'cause I don't stun 'em
Mind my business, on my mama
F*ck a nigga how I'm comin'
Big booty bitch, made her back her ass up (back that ass up)
Shots out the switch made him bag his man up (bag his ass up)
Say that she your bitch, she my private dancer
You can call her phone and I'll probably answer, nigga
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go (Mula, baby)
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Writer: Bryson Potts, Bryan Williams, B. Thomas, Ben Billions, Dwayne Carter, T. Gray, T. Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
MO UP FRONT
Hey
Hey
Hey
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Tell 'em that I know money, used to gettin' dope money
Now I'm gettin' show money, I need some mo' up front
Traffickin' a snow bunny, runnin' through a bag of hunnids
Tell 'em that I know money, I need some mo' up front
Ain't gotta look for me, bitch, you know I'm where I'm at
Anywhere where a check be, on my set (on Crip)
I ain't never been in debt, stacks on deck
Racks on my neck, nigga better come correct (come correct)
Drip on me like I'm goin' to the met
But I'm goin' to a jet, I ain't had no rest (no rest)
Eat and sleep and breath this shit
Feed the streets like Roddy Ricch (like Roddy Ricch)
Regular clip with a switch, need extensions (brrt, brrt)
'Cause them bitches blow fast, you bullshittin' (you bullshittin')
Bad bitch ass fat, no titties (no titties)
I had to tell that bitch she need some mo' up front (ayy, you need some mo' up front)
Tell 'em that I know money, used to gettin' dope money
Now I'm gettin' show money, I need some mo' up front
Traffickin' a snow bunny, runnin' through a bag of hunnids
Tell 'em that I know money, I need some mo' up front
Drop a diss, we drop you quick, then remix that shit you rap (that you rap)
Monogamist, the only stick I f*ck with, married to that (married to that)
Polygamist, a few got hit, I wife the stick, I ring that
Ain't new to shit, ramen noodle shit, the family seen that
Go getter, gorillas go get 'em if it's tension (let's go)
Four nickel, won't miss 'em, drop a dime, now he missin'
Leave a nigga swimmin' with the fishes (ayy, with the fishes)
Water whippin', got momma washin' the dishes
Had the feds on my neck, can't break no sweats
Pressure burst pipes, but it ain't broke me (ain't break shit)
Mo' money, mo' problems, tell me where it's at (where it's at)
I can handle all of it, I ain't fold yet (I ain't fold yet)
More green than a salad, vinaigrette (vinaigrette)
Bad bitch in the valley, give me sex (give me sex)
Y'all rap niggas shows be too dead (too dead)
Y'all need some mo' up front
Tell 'em that I know money, used to gettin' dope money
Now I'm gettin' show money, I need some mo' up front
Traffickin' a snow bunny, runnin' through a bag of hunnids
Tell 'em that I know money, I need some mo' up front
Hahaha
Ayy, tell the labels when I come back to sign
"I need some mo' up front"
Ayy, tell the dope boys out there that's frontin' them thangs
"We need some mo' up front"
Tell 'em that I know money, used to gettin' dope money
Now I'm gettin' show money, I need some mo' up front
Traffickin' a snow bunny, runnin' through a bag of hunnids
Tell 'em that I know money, I need some mo' up front
I need some mo' up front
I need some mo' up front
Hey
Hey
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Tell 'em that I know money, used to gettin' dope money
Now I'm gettin' show money, I need some mo' up front
Traffickin' a snow bunny, runnin' through a bag of hunnids
Tell 'em that I know money, I need some mo' up front
Ain't gotta look for me, bitch, you know I'm where I'm at
Anywhere where a check be, on my set (on Crip)
I ain't never been in debt, stacks on deck
Racks on my neck, nigga better come correct (come correct)
Drip on me like I'm goin' to the met
But I'm goin' to a jet, I ain't had no rest (no rest)
Eat and sleep and breath this shit
Feed the streets like Roddy Ricch (like Roddy Ricch)
Regular clip with a switch, need extensions (brrt, brrt)
'Cause them bitches blow fast, you bullshittin' (you bullshittin')
Bad bitch ass fat, no titties (no titties)
I had to tell that bitch she need some mo' up front (ayy, you need some mo' up front)
Tell 'em that I know money, used to gettin' dope money
Now I'm gettin' show money, I need some mo' up front
Traffickin' a snow bunny, runnin' through a bag of hunnids
Tell 'em that I know money, I need some mo' up front
Drop a diss, we drop you quick, then remix that shit you rap (that you rap)
Monogamist, the only stick I f*ck with, married to that (married to that)
Polygamist, a few got hit, I wife the stick, I ring that
Ain't new to shit, ramen noodle shit, the family seen that
Go getter, gorillas go get 'em if it's tension (let's go)
Four nickel, won't miss 'em, drop a dime, now he missin'
Leave a nigga swimmin' with the fishes (ayy, with the fishes)
Water whippin', got momma washin' the dishes
Had the feds on my neck, can't break no sweats
Pressure burst pipes, but it ain't broke me (ain't break shit)
Mo' money, mo' problems, tell me where it's at (where it's at)
I can handle all of it, I ain't fold yet (I ain't fold yet)
More green than a salad, vinaigrette (vinaigrette)
Bad bitch in the valley, give me sex (give me sex)
Y'all rap niggas shows be too dead (too dead)
Y'all need some mo' up front
Tell 'em that I know money, used to gettin' dope money
Now I'm gettin' show money, I need some mo' up front
Traffickin' a snow bunny, runnin' through a bag of hunnids
Tell 'em that I know money, I need some mo' up front
Hahaha
Ayy, tell the labels when I come back to sign
"I need some mo' up front"
Ayy, tell the dope boys out there that's frontin' them thangs
"We need some mo' up front"
Tell 'em that I know money, used to gettin' dope money
Now I'm gettin' show money, I need some mo' up front
Traffickin' a snow bunny, runnin' through a bag of hunnids
Tell 'em that I know money, I need some mo' up front
I need some mo' up front
I need some mo' up front
Writer: Bryson Lashun Potts, Bunny Sigler, Dameon Sean Hughes, Derrick Demon Jackson, Kazumi Tabata, Kevin Arthur Minton, Phil Hurtt
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
AUTOMOBOOTY
Ayy, ayy
I'll eat a bitch ass if she got red hair
If she clean in between, I don't care
Like a hood bitch, long fingernails, nappy hair, yeah
Do it with a bonnet on 'til my toes curl
You look good on your feet but better on your knees
Worshipping my D, twerking while you ride me
She dickmatized
She said, "Come to me"
And I did it with my dumb ass, I need a plan B
I'm energized
She said, "You still hard"
Bitch, hurry up 'fore my shit get soft
If I get soft, grab my balls, jack me off
While you slop, slop, slop
Slop, slop, slop me down
Double dick, something like Fentanyl
'Cause she hit it one time, then the bitch passed out
You gotta wake up so you don't miss the Uber
New gang of bitches coming through, Hallelujah
I ain't finna lick 'em low, baby, I ain't Luda'
She can't suck dick, bring another ho to tutor
I'm always fly 'cause my main bitch a booster
And she a shooter, my side bitch cooler
Ayy, you doin' all that twerkin', yeah
Work, work, work like you know what you're workin'
Yeah, yeah, toot, toot, toot it and toot it
Wrist, wrist spinnin' like an automobooty, yeah
Can you do it, do it, do it on the dick, though?
Let me see you do it, do it on the dick, though
Come and do it, do it, do it on the dick, though
Can you ride it, ride it, ride it on the dick, though?
Ayy, you doin' all that twerkin'
Work, work, work like you know what you're workin'
Yeah, yeah, toot, toot, toot it and toot it, yeah
Work wrist spinnin' like an automobooty, yeah
Can you do it, do it, do it on the dick, though?
Let me see you do it, do it on the dick, though
Come and do it, do it, do it on the dick, though
Can you ride it, ride it, ride it on the dick, though?
Ayy, ayy
Pretty motherf*cker, straight out of big K
Asked if I could do it on the D-I-C-K
How you never merged lines?
Keep it all three way
Better do your big one, do it like VK
I cannot f*ck with many men that I can't tolerate
I keep it real about my drills, that's how I operate
If it ain't preached about them M's then I can't compensate
I do them tricks upon that uh, and now I'm nominated
They need now what? That ain't my problem
Trippin' off these niggas? Nah, I'm too fire
Show no love to these niggas like I'm NLE Choppa
'Cause you can't tell me these niggas ain't liars
Ayy, you doin' all that twerkin', yeah
Work, work, work like you know what you're workin'
Yeah, yeah, toot, toot, toot it and toot it
Wrist, wrist spinnin' like an automobooty, yeah
Can you do it, do it, do it on the dick, though?
Let me see you do it, do it on the dick, though
Come and do it, do it, do it on the dick, though
Can you ride it, ride it, ride it on the dick, though?
Ayy
If your pussy good, say, "Hell yeah"
If that ass fat, then say, "Hell yeah"
If you don't need a nigga, bitch, say "Hell yeah"
Even if his pussy ass standin' right there
Yeah, you gonna f*ck or what? (Yeah)
Ayy, I won't tell, keep it on the hush, yeah, ayy
I'm in the mood for some lunch, yeah
My tongue went smooth in the butt, yeah, ayy
She got that alkaline water
Like her features, I might want a daughter
Yeah, pull the camera out and record her
Put your hair up, it's time to go harder
Ayy, that pussy got a motor
Oh shit, that pussy need a chauffeur
Ayy, wanna hang it up, just like a poster, ayy
That pussy strong like a shoulder
Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke her
In her throat, throat, throat 'til she throw up
That pussy look good, think I need a close up
Perc' in the liquor, she tryna go up
Ayy, you doin' all that twerkin', yeah
Work, work, work like you know what you're workin'
Yeah, yeah, toot, toot, toot it and toot it
Wrist, wrist spinnin' like an automobooty, yeah
Can you do it, do it, do it on the dick, though?
Let me see you do it, do it on the dick, though
Come and do it, do it, do it on the dick, though
Can you ride it, ride it, ride it on the dick, though?
Ayy, doin' all that twerkin'
Work, work, work like you know what you're workin'
Yeah, yeah, toot, toot, toot it and toot it, yeah
Work wrist spinnin' like an automobooty, yeah
Can you do it, do it, do it on the dick, though?
Let me see you do it, do it on the dick, though
Come and do it, do it, do it on the dick, though
Can you ride it, ride it, ride it on the dick, though?
Ayy, ayy
I'll eat a bitch ass if she got red hair
If she clean in between, I don't care
Like a hood bitch, long fingernails, nappy hair, yeah
Do it with a bonnet on 'til my toes curl
You look good on your feet but better on your knees
Worshipping my D, twerking while you ride me
She dickmatized
She said, "Come to me"
And I did it with my dumb ass, I need a plan B
I'm energized
She said, "You still hard"
Bitch, hurry up 'fore my shit get soft
If I get soft, grab my balls, jack me off
While you slop, slop, slop
Slop, slop, slop me down
Double dick, something like Fentanyl
'Cause she hit it one time, then the bitch passed out
You gotta wake up so you don't miss the Uber
New gang of bitches coming through, Hallelujah
I ain't finna lick 'em low, baby, I ain't Luda'
She can't suck dick, bring another ho to tutor
I'm always fly 'cause my main bitch a booster
And she a shooter, my side bitch cooler
Ayy, you doin' all that twerkin', yeah
Work, work, work like you know what you're workin'
Yeah, yeah, toot, toot, toot it and toot it
Wrist, wrist spinnin' like an automobooty, yeah
Can you do it, do it, do it on the dick, though?
Let me see you do it, do it on the dick, though
Come and do it, do it, do it on the dick, though
Can you ride it, ride it, ride it on the dick, though?
Ayy, you doin' all that twerkin'
Work, work, work like you know what you're workin'
Yeah, yeah, toot, toot, toot it and toot it, yeah
Work wrist spinnin' like an automobooty, yeah
Can you do it, do it, do it on the dick, though?
Let me see you do it, do it on the dick, though
Come and do it, do it, do it on the dick, though
Can you ride it, ride it, ride it on the dick, though?
Ayy, ayy
Pretty motherf*cker, straight out of big K
Asked if I could do it on the D-I-C-K
How you never merged lines?
Keep it all three way
Better do your big one, do it like VK
I cannot f*ck with many men that I can't tolerate
I keep it real about my drills, that's how I operate
If it ain't preached about them M's then I can't compensate
I do them tricks upon that uh, and now I'm nominated
They need now what? That ain't my problem
Trippin' off these niggas? Nah, I'm too fire
Show no love to these niggas like I'm NLE Choppa
'Cause you can't tell me these niggas ain't liars
Ayy, you doin' all that twerkin', yeah
Work, work, work like you know what you're workin'
Yeah, yeah, toot, toot, toot it and toot it
Wrist, wrist spinnin' like an automobooty, yeah
Can you do it, do it, do it on the dick, though?
Let me see you do it, do it on the dick, though
Come and do it, do it, do it on the dick, though
Can you ride it, ride it, ride it on the dick, though?
Ayy
If your pussy good, say, "Hell yeah"
If that ass fat, then say, "Hell yeah"
If you don't need a nigga, bitch, say "Hell yeah"
Even if his pussy ass standin' right there
Yeah, you gonna f*ck or what? (Yeah)
Ayy, I won't tell, keep it on the hush, yeah, ayy
I'm in the mood for some lunch, yeah
My tongue went smooth in the butt, yeah, ayy
She got that alkaline water
Like her features, I might want a daughter
Yeah, pull the camera out and record her
Put your hair up, it's time to go harder
Ayy, that pussy got a motor
Oh shit, that pussy need a chauffeur
Ayy, wanna hang it up, just like a poster, ayy
That pussy strong like a shoulder
Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke her
In her throat, throat, throat 'til she throw up
That pussy look good, think I need a close up
Perc' in the liquor, she tryna go up
Ayy, you doin' all that twerkin', yeah
Work, work, work like you know what you're workin'
Yeah, yeah, toot, toot, toot it and toot it
Wrist, wrist spinnin' like an automobooty, yeah
Can you do it, do it, do it on the dick, though?
Let me see you do it, do it on the dick, though
Come and do it, do it, do it on the dick, though
Can you ride it, ride it, ride it on the dick, though?
Ayy, doin' all that twerkin'
Work, work, work like you know what you're workin'
Yeah, yeah, toot, toot, toot it and toot it, yeah
Work wrist spinnin' like an automobooty, yeah
Can you do it, do it, do it on the dick, though?
Let me see you do it, do it on the dick, though
Come and do it, do it, do it on the dick, though
Can you ride it, ride it, ride it on the dick, though?
Ayy, ayy
Writer: Bryson Potts, Shyniece Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
IN THE UK
Ayy (shoutout my boy, Diito), nigga, come on, let's do it
Yeah, ayy (Crud), ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm in the UK, no blicky (mad)
But the knife on me if shit get sticky, yeah (brr)
Still slide if it's risky
Put the dick on the Glock, leave him pissy (brr)
Cut to the face, buck fifty
One to the neck, give lil' bruv hickeys (brr)
Run away, do him like Ricky (come here)
Run shit down (come here), better run away quickly (brr)
Tap in when I'm in your city
I'm a top boy, tell 'em get up with me, yeah (get up with me)
Anywhere, any day, andale
I'ma have me about a few killers with me, yeah (a few killers with me)
Spin on the block, get dizzy
Spin on my block then you must be silly (must be stupid)
Spin the block 'til we leave him drippin'
Even overseas, I'm Grape Street crippin' (ooh-woo)
We know you're man's not hot
How you gon' run from a dot-dot-dot? (Brr-brr-brr)
Spin the block at three o'clock (three)
I'ma link him until he drop (until he drop)
No opp can get no love
He's not my kind, he's not my bruv (not my bruv)
High as a kite, never sober
Back up, back up 'fore you get poked up (poked up)
NLE, Jamie Oliver, shit ain't sweet (ain't sweet)
I ain't never do no trick or treats (treats)
Leave a nigga body wrapped up in the sheets (grr)
White chalk (grr), yellow tape, all in the street (grr)
Sherlock Holmes gon' have to come see (come see)
How he gon' solve this mystery? (Mystery)
Your mama in misery (come)
My mama visitin' me (come)
I f*cked your bitch even though she clapped
But her ass fat, so I made it clap
I don't know you, homie, I ain't givin' no dap (givin' no dap)
Only hand you get from me is slap (grr)
If a nigga play with me, I'ma be like Shamima
I ain't never gon' make it back (never gon' make it)
Link him, snuff him
Stab him and that's on that (that's on that)
Boris Johnson, a noncay, my bitch like Beyonce (Beyonce)
Keep a K like Kanye, might sneak in the UK (UK)
My house look lit like the Buckingham Palace
I stand over him, give a f*ck about it (give a f*ck about it)
What it is to me? Just another body
What it is to you? Your folks dyin'
I'm in the UK, no blicky
But the knife on me if shit get sticky, yeah (brr)
Still slide if it's risky
Put the dick on the Glock, leave him pissy (brr)
Cut to the face, buck fifty
One to the neck, give lil' bruv hickeys (brr)
Run away, do him like Ricky (come here)
Run shit down (come here), better run away quickly (brr)
Tap in when I'm in your city
I'm a top boy, tell 'em get up with me, yeah (get up with me)
Anywhere, any day, andale
I'ma have me about a few killers with me (a few killers with me)
Spin on the block, get dizzy
Spin on my block, then you must be silly (must be stupid)
Spin the block 'til we leave him drippin'
Even overseas, I'm Grape Street crippin' (ooh-woo)
Mans not hot
Even overseas, I'm Grape Street crippin' (brr-brr-brr)
Three o'clock (ayy, three)
Even overseas, I'm daily droppin' (daily droppin')
No love
Even overseas, I'm Grape Street crippin' (he's not my bruv)
Never sober
Even over, 'fore you get poked up (poked up)
We know your mans not hot
How you gon' run from a dot-dot-dot? (Trick or treats)
Spin the block at three o'clock (the sheets)
I'ma link him until he drop (all in the streets)
No opp can get no love
He's not my kind, he's not my bruv (mystery)
High as a kite, never sober
Back up, back up 'fore you get poked up (get poked up)
'Fore you get poked up ('fore you get poked up)
Back up, back up 'fore you get poked up ('fore you get poked up)
Get poked up (get poked up)
Back up, back up 'fore you get poked up (get poked up)
Yeah, ayy (Crud), ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm in the UK, no blicky (mad)
But the knife on me if shit get sticky, yeah (brr)
Still slide if it's risky
Put the dick on the Glock, leave him pissy (brr)
Cut to the face, buck fifty
One to the neck, give lil' bruv hickeys (brr)
Run away, do him like Ricky (come here)
Run shit down (come here), better run away quickly (brr)
Tap in when I'm in your city
I'm a top boy, tell 'em get up with me, yeah (get up with me)
Anywhere, any day, andale
I'ma have me about a few killers with me, yeah (a few killers with me)
Spin on the block, get dizzy
Spin on my block then you must be silly (must be stupid)
Spin the block 'til we leave him drippin'
Even overseas, I'm Grape Street crippin' (ooh-woo)
We know you're man's not hot
How you gon' run from a dot-dot-dot? (Brr-brr-brr)
Spin the block at three o'clock (three)
I'ma link him until he drop (until he drop)
No opp can get no love
He's not my kind, he's not my bruv (not my bruv)
High as a kite, never sober
Back up, back up 'fore you get poked up (poked up)
NLE, Jamie Oliver, shit ain't sweet (ain't sweet)
I ain't never do no trick or treats (treats)
Leave a nigga body wrapped up in the sheets (grr)
White chalk (grr), yellow tape, all in the street (grr)
Sherlock Holmes gon' have to come see (come see)
How he gon' solve this mystery? (Mystery)
Your mama in misery (come)
My mama visitin' me (come)
I f*cked your bitch even though she clapped
But her ass fat, so I made it clap
I don't know you, homie, I ain't givin' no dap (givin' no dap)
Only hand you get from me is slap (grr)
If a nigga play with me, I'ma be like Shamima
I ain't never gon' make it back (never gon' make it)
Link him, snuff him
Stab him and that's on that (that's on that)
Boris Johnson, a noncay, my bitch like Beyonce (Beyonce)
Keep a K like Kanye, might sneak in the UK (UK)
My house look lit like the Buckingham Palace
I stand over him, give a f*ck about it (give a f*ck about it)
What it is to me? Just another body
What it is to you? Your folks dyin'
I'm in the UK, no blicky
But the knife on me if shit get sticky, yeah (brr)
Still slide if it's risky
Put the dick on the Glock, leave him pissy (brr)
Cut to the face, buck fifty
One to the neck, give lil' bruv hickeys (brr)
Run away, do him like Ricky (come here)
Run shit down (come here), better run away quickly (brr)
Tap in when I'm in your city
I'm a top boy, tell 'em get up with me, yeah (get up with me)
Anywhere, any day, andale
I'ma have me about a few killers with me (a few killers with me)
Spin on the block, get dizzy
Spin on my block, then you must be silly (must be stupid)
Spin the block 'til we leave him drippin'
Even overseas, I'm Grape Street crippin' (ooh-woo)
Mans not hot
Even overseas, I'm Grape Street crippin' (brr-brr-brr)
Three o'clock (ayy, three)
Even overseas, I'm daily droppin' (daily droppin')
No love
Even overseas, I'm Grape Street crippin' (he's not my bruv)
Never sober
Even over, 'fore you get poked up (poked up)
We know your mans not hot
How you gon' run from a dot-dot-dot? (Trick or treats)
Spin the block at three o'clock (the sheets)
I'ma link him until he drop (all in the streets)
No opp can get no love
He's not my kind, he's not my bruv (mystery)
High as a kite, never sober
Back up, back up 'fore you get poked up (get poked up)
'Fore you get poked up ('fore you get poked up)
Back up, back up 'fore you get poked up ('fore you get poked up)
Get poked up (get poked up)
Back up, back up 'fore you get poked up (get poked up)
Writer: Bryson Lashun Potts
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
CHAMPIONS
Ayy, man
Everybody stand up if you ever had your back up against the wall (d.a. got that dope)
And had to fight back
This yo' anthem (yeah)
My view from the top of the moon (space)
I can see the whole world sittin' in my hand, amazin' view (let's go)
We finna break the rules (let's go)
And we gon' make 'em too (make 'em too)
I can't fall or slip, I gotta stand tall, that's what a leader do (a leader do)
Follow me, I'm leadin' you (one, two, three, let's go)
Ayy, we finna turn up
Crank up the heat in here, they finna burn up
Told 'em I'm comin', I'm here
Tell 'em they time up
I said it once, I'ma say it again, "This here be my year" (this here be my year)
I ain't gon' show no fear
I know that I'm built, too equipped for what God want me to do
I'm number one, not the two
It ain't no way I'ma lose (way I'ma lose)
I hate to struggle, but it made me harder (made me harder)
I made it far, but I wanna go farther (wanna go farther)
This not for me, this for my son and my daughter
My family tree in that order (in that order)
I'm the chosen one, I'm wearin' that jacket (wearin' that jacket)
I was down, now I'm up
Now I was the underdog, now look who be laughin'
I'm better than who you gassin', and
The champions (champions), the champions (champions)
Ayy, we gon' ball never fall, the champions (champions)
The champions (champions), the champions (champions)
Ayy, we gon' ball, never fall, I put my head up
And told 'em, "Crown me"
My ring finger got a rock on it, rock on it
I put my head up
And told 'em, "Crown me"
My ring finger got a rock on it, rock on it, rock on it
Threw dirt on my name, tried to bury me (bury me)
Threw salt on me like they was seasoning
Now, this my season
Weathered every storm that was in my way
But promise you, it wasn't easy (wasn't easy)
Took some patience and grievin'
I was believin' when no one believe me (hey, hey, hey, hey)
I was believin' when no one believe me (let's go)
Now they got to see me from the nose bleed or the front row
I don't care what seat
Dreams to reality, I'm too real for reality TV
Remember I was piss poor, now I'm writin' this song from a balcony
Told 'em, "Watch out for me"
But they ain't see me comin', now they road kill (road kill)
Know what long nights on that road feel like
Keep pushin', even though we don't feel right (it don't feel right)
Blood, sweat, and tears just to live life
Talked to God even when I didn't see light (didn't see light)
Still talk to him when it got bright
Dark days, but made for the spotlight
We paid, now mama can sleep tight
Champions (champions), the champions (champions, told 'em crown me)
Ayy, we gon' ball never fall, the champions (mm-hmm)
The champions (champions), the champions (champions)
Ayy, we gon' ball never fall, I put my head up
And told 'em, "Crown me"
My ring finger got a rock on it, rock on it
I put my head up
And told 'em, "Crown me"
My ring finger got a rock on it, rock on it, rock on it
So we put our head up
Ring finger got a rock on it, rock on it, rock on it
So we put our head up (ayy, yeah-ah)
Ring finger got a rock on it, rock on it, rock on it
So we put our head up
We gon' ball, never fall
Got a rock on it, rock on it
The champions, the champions
Ayy, we gon' ball never fall, the champions
The champions, the champions
Ayy, we gon' ball never fall, I put my head up
And told 'em, "Crown me"
My ring finger got a rock on it, rock on it
I put my head up
And told 'em, "Crown me"
My ring finger got a rock on it, rock on it, rock on it
Everybody stand up if you ever had your back up against the wall (d.a. got that dope)
And had to fight back
This yo' anthem (yeah)
My view from the top of the moon (space)
I can see the whole world sittin' in my hand, amazin' view (let's go)
We finna break the rules (let's go)
And we gon' make 'em too (make 'em too)
I can't fall or slip, I gotta stand tall, that's what a leader do (a leader do)
Follow me, I'm leadin' you (one, two, three, let's go)
Ayy, we finna turn up
Crank up the heat in here, they finna burn up
Told 'em I'm comin', I'm here
Tell 'em they time up
I said it once, I'ma say it again, "This here be my year" (this here be my year)
I ain't gon' show no fear
I know that I'm built, too equipped for what God want me to do
I'm number one, not the two
It ain't no way I'ma lose (way I'ma lose)
I hate to struggle, but it made me harder (made me harder)
I made it far, but I wanna go farther (wanna go farther)
This not for me, this for my son and my daughter
My family tree in that order (in that order)
I'm the chosen one, I'm wearin' that jacket (wearin' that jacket)
I was down, now I'm up
Now I was the underdog, now look who be laughin'
I'm better than who you gassin', and
The champions (champions), the champions (champions)
Ayy, we gon' ball never fall, the champions (champions)
The champions (champions), the champions (champions)
Ayy, we gon' ball, never fall, I put my head up
And told 'em, "Crown me"
My ring finger got a rock on it, rock on it
I put my head up
And told 'em, "Crown me"
My ring finger got a rock on it, rock on it, rock on it
Threw dirt on my name, tried to bury me (bury me)
Threw salt on me like they was seasoning
Now, this my season
Weathered every storm that was in my way
But promise you, it wasn't easy (wasn't easy)
Took some patience and grievin'
I was believin' when no one believe me (hey, hey, hey, hey)
I was believin' when no one believe me (let's go)
Now they got to see me from the nose bleed or the front row
I don't care what seat
Dreams to reality, I'm too real for reality TV
Remember I was piss poor, now I'm writin' this song from a balcony
Told 'em, "Watch out for me"
But they ain't see me comin', now they road kill (road kill)
Know what long nights on that road feel like
Keep pushin', even though we don't feel right (it don't feel right)
Blood, sweat, and tears just to live life
Talked to God even when I didn't see light (didn't see light)
Still talk to him when it got bright
Dark days, but made for the spotlight
We paid, now mama can sleep tight
Champions (champions), the champions (champions, told 'em crown me)
Ayy, we gon' ball never fall, the champions (mm-hmm)
The champions (champions), the champions (champions)
Ayy, we gon' ball never fall, I put my head up
And told 'em, "Crown me"
My ring finger got a rock on it, rock on it
I put my head up
And told 'em, "Crown me"
My ring finger got a rock on it, rock on it, rock on it
So we put our head up
Ring finger got a rock on it, rock on it, rock on it
So we put our head up (ayy, yeah-ah)
Ring finger got a rock on it, rock on it, rock on it
So we put our head up
We gon' ball, never fall
Got a rock on it, rock on it
The champions, the champions
Ayy, we gon' ball never fall, the champions
The champions, the champions
Ayy, we gon' ball never fall, I put my head up
And told 'em, "Crown me"
My ring finger got a rock on it, rock on it
I put my head up
And told 'em, "Crown me"
My ring finger got a rock on it, rock on it, rock on it
Writer: Bryson Potts, Daniel Levin, David Doman
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
ALL I KNOW
Cheeze, cheeze, cheeze
Go grizz (go grizz)
Yeah, ayy
I can't see me fallin' off (see me fallin' off)
I wouldn't trade this life for shit, I want it all, I'm on (I want it all, I'm on)
Buy you diamonds, give you some flowers but it's all for show (but it's all for show)
Turn a good girl to a bad bitch, that's all I know (that's all I know)
That's all I know (that's all I know)
Fly you out, got you suckin' dick
Now you can't handle it (you can't handle it), you tappin' out
Talkin' all that shit up in my DM, what's the cap about? (Ayy, what's the cap about?)
Say you got a man, it don't matter, I got hoes too
I'm just tyna rearrange your bladder like I told you (ayy, like I told you)
Want it from the one behind, f*ck it, do it old school (come on)
Text you now from time to time, I treat you like you old news (yeah)
Ten figures, Memphis nigga, yeah, that boy a millionaire (a millionaire)
Told her that I love her, just to f*ck her, ain't no feelings there
I know if they catch me on these phones, it's gon' be over with (it's gon' be over with)
Million dollar home, ain't got no loan, I just be blowin' shit (I just be blowin' shit)
Bitch, you know my heart covered in chrome, I can't be showin' it (I can't be showin' it)
She love when I'm hot 'cause when I'm not, she get that sober dick
I wouldn't trade this life for shit, I want it all, I'm on (I want it all, I'm on)
Buy you diamonds, give you some flowers but it's all for show (but it's all for show)
Turn a good girl to a bad bitch, that's all I know (that's all I know)
That's all I know (that's all I know)
I got fish scale, fish scale (grr)
On the brick sale, brick sale (grr)
We do whole sale, whole sale (grr)
Got good clientele, clientele
If I get got with this here, it's no bail, no bail, twenty
301 in sales, won't get no calls, no mails
Might take hits from my jail (come here, grr)
You seein' it, I'm seein' it (grr)
I'm sendin' you to hell
We got millions on millions (on millions)
All this shit we sell (we sell)
We got killers on killers (killers)
Oppositions don't do well, we got killers on kill
Hold on (hold on)
Yeah
Got my gun dirty so I'm lookin' for another stick (grr)
Got tired of my main ho, I'm lookin' for another bitch (I'm lookin' for another bitch)
House up in the hills but I'm really on some gutter shit (on some gutter shit)
Not the only one that's rich, got me and all my brothers lit (all my brothers lit)
I wouldn't trade this life for shit, I want it all, I'm on (I want it all, I'm on)
Buy you diamonds, give you some flowers but it's all for show (but it's all for show)
Turn a good girl to a bad bitch, that's all I know (that's all I know)
That's all I know (that's all I know)
I wouldn't trade this life for shit, I want it all, I'm on (I want it all, I'm on)
Go grizz (go grizz)
Yeah, ayy
I can't see me fallin' off (see me fallin' off)
I wouldn't trade this life for shit, I want it all, I'm on (I want it all, I'm on)
Buy you diamonds, give you some flowers but it's all for show (but it's all for show)
Turn a good girl to a bad bitch, that's all I know (that's all I know)
That's all I know (that's all I know)
Fly you out, got you suckin' dick
Now you can't handle it (you can't handle it), you tappin' out
Talkin' all that shit up in my DM, what's the cap about? (Ayy, what's the cap about?)
Say you got a man, it don't matter, I got hoes too
I'm just tyna rearrange your bladder like I told you (ayy, like I told you)
Want it from the one behind, f*ck it, do it old school (come on)
Text you now from time to time, I treat you like you old news (yeah)
Ten figures, Memphis nigga, yeah, that boy a millionaire (a millionaire)
Told her that I love her, just to f*ck her, ain't no feelings there
I know if they catch me on these phones, it's gon' be over with (it's gon' be over with)
Million dollar home, ain't got no loan, I just be blowin' shit (I just be blowin' shit)
Bitch, you know my heart covered in chrome, I can't be showin' it (I can't be showin' it)
She love when I'm hot 'cause when I'm not, she get that sober dick
I wouldn't trade this life for shit, I want it all, I'm on (I want it all, I'm on)
Buy you diamonds, give you some flowers but it's all for show (but it's all for show)
Turn a good girl to a bad bitch, that's all I know (that's all I know)
That's all I know (that's all I know)
I got fish scale, fish scale (grr)
On the brick sale, brick sale (grr)
We do whole sale, whole sale (grr)
Got good clientele, clientele
If I get got with this here, it's no bail, no bail, twenty
301 in sales, won't get no calls, no mails
Might take hits from my jail (come here, grr)
You seein' it, I'm seein' it (grr)
I'm sendin' you to hell
We got millions on millions (on millions)
All this shit we sell (we sell)
We got killers on killers (killers)
Oppositions don't do well, we got killers on kill
Hold on (hold on)
Yeah
Got my gun dirty so I'm lookin' for another stick (grr)
Got tired of my main ho, I'm lookin' for another bitch (I'm lookin' for another bitch)
House up in the hills but I'm really on some gutter shit (on some gutter shit)
Not the only one that's rich, got me and all my brothers lit (all my brothers lit)
I wouldn't trade this life for shit, I want it all, I'm on (I want it all, I'm on)
Buy you diamonds, give you some flowers but it's all for show (but it's all for show)
Turn a good girl to a bad bitch, that's all I know (that's all I know)
That's all I know (that's all I know)
I wouldn't trade this life for shit, I want it all, I'm on (I want it all, I'm on)
Writer: Bryson Potts
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
DOPE
(Ayy, MADENKA)
(I think that's you one, you know)
Yeah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
Dope, money, green, nah, nah, nah, nah
Cold money, clean it, nah, nah, nah, nah
Niggas'll kill you for what you believe in
I bought a new .40 for no reason
It's gettin' cold, so it's comin' to season
He caught a body, he comin' through, cheesin'
We ain't with none of the cryin' and grievin'
You know that my shooters is dyin' to see them
Niggas can't find him, he hidin', we seekin'
He in the city, he dyin' this weekend
I take a Percocet, it keep me calm
None of them niggas is doin' me harm
None of my bitches is doin' me wrong
I keep a smile, I ain't losin' my charm
I know the feds listen to this music
So I never say what I do in these songs
He send the addy, he pull up, we gone
Up close, so I ain't shootin' from long (baow)
Dope, money, green, nah, nah, nah, nah
Cold money, clean it, nah, nah, nah, nah
Ayy, duffelbag for the money, what the business is?
All across the world, servin' different cities in
I'ma make shit stretch, 'til the end of end
On my knees every night, but I'ma sin again
Shorty low, I can't say I don't know better
Big stepper, 'til my toes start hurtin'
Get him killed, then write him a murder letter
Threw subliminals in my verses
Big chain on my neck, finna break my neck
Need a brace for my neck, mm-hmm
Ho' brain with the best, I ain't feelin' her sex
So her best friend next, mm-hmm
Call collects to charter jets
Then Billboard charts happen next (we gone)
Got the big flex on my ex
Hold it over her head, 'til she meet her death
Declined my calls and missed my text
I know them hoes regret
I'm numb on a ho', I ain't feelin' 'em
He could be with the kid, we gon' kill 'em
Get the drop, then you know I'm a sinner
No tags on the whip, no rentals
Ayy, hop out, let me see them feet work, nigga
We ain't finna shoot out no window
Dope, money, green, nah, nah, nah, nah
Cold money, clean it, nah, nah, nah, nah
Dope, money, green, nah, nah, nah, nah
Cold money, clean it, nah, nah, nah, nah
Dope
Money
Green, nah, nah, nah
Mm, nah, nah
Nah, nah, mm, nah, nah
Dope, mm, nah, money, green, nah, nah
(I think that's you one, you know)
Yeah
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah
Dope, money, green, nah, nah, nah, nah
Cold money, clean it, nah, nah, nah, nah
Niggas'll kill you for what you believe in
I bought a new .40 for no reason
It's gettin' cold, so it's comin' to season
He caught a body, he comin' through, cheesin'
We ain't with none of the cryin' and grievin'
You know that my shooters is dyin' to see them
Niggas can't find him, he hidin', we seekin'
He in the city, he dyin' this weekend
I take a Percocet, it keep me calm
None of them niggas is doin' me harm
None of my bitches is doin' me wrong
I keep a smile, I ain't losin' my charm
I know the feds listen to this music
So I never say what I do in these songs
He send the addy, he pull up, we gone
Up close, so I ain't shootin' from long (baow)
Dope, money, green, nah, nah, nah, nah
Cold money, clean it, nah, nah, nah, nah
Ayy, duffelbag for the money, what the business is?
All across the world, servin' different cities in
I'ma make shit stretch, 'til the end of end
On my knees every night, but I'ma sin again
Shorty low, I can't say I don't know better
Big stepper, 'til my toes start hurtin'
Get him killed, then write him a murder letter
Threw subliminals in my verses
Big chain on my neck, finna break my neck
Need a brace for my neck, mm-hmm
Ho' brain with the best, I ain't feelin' her sex
So her best friend next, mm-hmm
Call collects to charter jets
Then Billboard charts happen next (we gone)
Got the big flex on my ex
Hold it over her head, 'til she meet her death
Declined my calls and missed my text
I know them hoes regret
I'm numb on a ho', I ain't feelin' 'em
He could be with the kid, we gon' kill 'em
Get the drop, then you know I'm a sinner
No tags on the whip, no rentals
Ayy, hop out, let me see them feet work, nigga
We ain't finna shoot out no window
Dope, money, green, nah, nah, nah, nah
Cold money, clean it, nah, nah, nah, nah
Dope, money, green, nah, nah, nah, nah
Cold money, clean it, nah, nah, nah, nah
Dope
Money
Green, nah, nah, nah
Mm, nah, nah
Nah, nah, mm, nah, nah
Dope, mm, nah, money, green, nah, nah
Writer: Bryson Potts, Maxie Lee Ryles III
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
PRETTY BROWN
(Have you ever been to London?)
(DMac got me too bangin')
Pretty brown eyes, legs, hips and thighs
Just the right size, girl, you made just for me
Pretty brown eyes, way more than a vibe
Coke bottle design, girl, you made for a G
I'm only in town for the night, bad lil' bitch on ice, yeah (ice, yeah)
Shake that shit, like dice, drop that shit, like prices (prices)
Pull up on the kid, I won't think twice (think twice)
Love you like my city, might make you my wife (might make you wifey)
I put the karats on 'em, she got a BBL
The natural weight, put ass and titties on her
She like to f*ck on top of the Bentley, I pull her hair and she want it
VV's on her, choke her, body Coca-Cola, love to stroke her
CC's when I post a foreign, not a local
My bitch global, yeah, she glow up
She want rich sex (she want rich sex)
She want yellow ice (she want yellow ice), like a piss test
Half a ticket on that Phantom, that's a big flex
Cuban link sit on her breast, I wanna undress
Pretty brown eyes, legs, hips and thighs
Just the right size, girl, you made just for me
Pretty brown eyes, way more than a vibe
Coke bottle design, girl, you made for a G
Pretty brown eyes, legs, hips and thighs
Just the right size, girl, you made just for me
Pretty brown eyes, way more than a vibe
Coke bottle design, girl, you made for a G
You've been on my mind, I can't get you off (can't get you off it)
Dive right in your ocean, I can be your dolphin (I can be your dolphin)
Fell asleep and let you put me in a coffin (put me in a coffin)
Like, ooh, child, can we do this often? (Do this often)
Don't start nothin' with me that you can't finish, alright? (That you can't finish)
'Cause once you get me there, you finna get it all night
I can't hit and quit it, I'm addicted, oh, my
Raise the roof when I'm in it, no ceilings, no skies
She want rich sex (she want rich sex)
She want yellow ice (she want yellow ice), like a piss test
Half a ticket on that Phantom, that's a big flex
Cuban link sit on her breast, I wanna undress
Pretty brown eyes, legs, hips and thighs
Just the right size, girl, you made just for me
Pretty brown eyes, way more than a vibe
Coke bottle design, girl, you made for a G
Pretty brown eyes, legs, hips and thighs
Just the right size, girl, you made just for me
Pretty brown eyes, way more than a vibe
Coke bottle design, girl, you made for a G
Just you and my lips, you and my lips
When I hit, it grips, love when I'm dickin' you
I won't call you a Lyft, chauffeur or my whip
Catch my drift, oh, yeah
Pretty brown eyes, legs, hips and thighs
Just the right size, girl, you made just for me
Pretty brown eyes, way more than a vibe
Coke bottle design, girl, you made for a G
Pretty brown eyes, legs, hips and thighs
Just the right size, girl, you made just for me
Pretty brown eyes, way more than a vibe
Coke bottle design, girl, you made for a G
(DMac got me too bangin')
Pretty brown eyes, legs, hips and thighs
Just the right size, girl, you made just for me
Pretty brown eyes, way more than a vibe
Coke bottle design, girl, you made for a G
I'm only in town for the night, bad lil' bitch on ice, yeah (ice, yeah)
Shake that shit, like dice, drop that shit, like prices (prices)
Pull up on the kid, I won't think twice (think twice)
Love you like my city, might make you my wife (might make you wifey)
I put the karats on 'em, she got a BBL
The natural weight, put ass and titties on her
She like to f*ck on top of the Bentley, I pull her hair and she want it
VV's on her, choke her, body Coca-Cola, love to stroke her
CC's when I post a foreign, not a local
My bitch global, yeah, she glow up
She want rich sex (she want rich sex)
She want yellow ice (she want yellow ice), like a piss test
Half a ticket on that Phantom, that's a big flex
Cuban link sit on her breast, I wanna undress
Pretty brown eyes, legs, hips and thighs
Just the right size, girl, you made just for me
Pretty brown eyes, way more than a vibe
Coke bottle design, girl, you made for a G
Pretty brown eyes, legs, hips and thighs
Just the right size, girl, you made just for me
Pretty brown eyes, way more than a vibe
Coke bottle design, girl, you made for a G
You've been on my mind, I can't get you off (can't get you off it)
Dive right in your ocean, I can be your dolphin (I can be your dolphin)
Fell asleep and let you put me in a coffin (put me in a coffin)
Like, ooh, child, can we do this often? (Do this often)
Don't start nothin' with me that you can't finish, alright? (That you can't finish)
'Cause once you get me there, you finna get it all night
I can't hit and quit it, I'm addicted, oh, my
Raise the roof when I'm in it, no ceilings, no skies
She want rich sex (she want rich sex)
She want yellow ice (she want yellow ice), like a piss test
Half a ticket on that Phantom, that's a big flex
Cuban link sit on her breast, I wanna undress
Pretty brown eyes, legs, hips and thighs
Just the right size, girl, you made just for me
Pretty brown eyes, way more than a vibe
Coke bottle design, girl, you made for a G
Pretty brown eyes, legs, hips and thighs
Just the right size, girl, you made just for me
Pretty brown eyes, way more than a vibe
Coke bottle design, girl, you made for a G
Just you and my lips, you and my lips
When I hit, it grips, love when I'm dickin' you
I won't call you a Lyft, chauffeur or my whip
Catch my drift, oh, yeah
Pretty brown eyes, legs, hips and thighs
Just the right size, girl, you made just for me
Pretty brown eyes, way more than a vibe
Coke bottle design, girl, you made for a G
Pretty brown eyes, legs, hips and thighs
Just the right size, girl, you made just for me
Pretty brown eyes, way more than a vibe
Coke bottle design, girl, you made for a G
Writer: Bryson Potts
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
HOME
Now that I'm gone, you tryna remodel
I used to ride for you, foot on the throttle
Now that I'm gone, your life is hollow
You ain't gon' love me tomorrow
I hope that feels, I hope that feels-
I was your pistol, you was my holster (holster)
I was your lungs, bitch you was a smoker (smoker)
Took your heart, I'm your donor (donor)
You was my house but he was the owner (owner)
Rent you out, I came over (over)
You was my drug, but now I'm sober (I'm sober)
You be the gun, I be the soldier (soldier)
When you cry, I'm your shoulder (shoulder)
If you die, I die too
Keep that hammer, I'm your tool (your tool)
Can I float in your pool (your pool)
One more time before you move on?
I know I did wrong
Can I be your coupon?
Can you save me from my wrongs?
Never thought that you'd be gone
No more heartfelt conversations (no)
Was the love real? Contemplating (oh)
Reality I'm facing, aching (no)
Took my heart, now I need a replacement
Ayy
Ayy, shot, shot, shot, shots
I've been drinking a lot (a lot), tryna stop thinking
About when we was linking, when we was in sync
But now I'm sinking without you
Singing about you, stuck on love
But love don't live here no more
Can't control my (control my), lost my soul (my soul, I)
Can I move on?
Had to move on (to move on)
Eviction note is on my home (home)
Home (home), home (home), home (home)
Home (home), home (home)
To move on, you was my home (home)
Home (home), home (home), home (home)
Home (home), home (home)
Had to say goodbye to my home (ayy)
Used to be in the pit but I copped it (copped it)
All good, but it really turn all bad (all bad)
Like the wintertime, I had to fall back (fall back)
To be real, I ain't even wanna come to that (come to that)
No, there will be no remix
And nowhere for you to visit
Vented, but your ears wouldn't listen (listen)
Tripping on me, but you the one that was tripping (tripping)
Killing me softly, but you ain't gon' kill me (kill me)
Stay strong, stand firm
At your weakest is what I learn (I learn)
At the point of no return, I was the flame, how'd I get burned?
All cool, it's all love, baby (all love)
Will I ever find love? Maybe
I won't hold my breath 'cause I might choke to death
Can you save me?
Can't control my (control my), lost my soul (my soul, I)
Can I move on?
Had to move on (to move on)
Eviction note is on my home (home)
Home (home), home (home), home (home)
Home (home), home (home)
To move on, you was my home (home)
Home (home), home (home), home (home)
Home (home), home (home)
Had to say goodbye to my home (ayy)
I used to ride for you, foot on the throttle
Now that I'm gone, your life is hollow
You ain't gon' love me tomorrow
I hope that feels, I hope that feels-
I was your pistol, you was my holster (holster)
I was your lungs, bitch you was a smoker (smoker)
Took your heart, I'm your donor (donor)
You was my house but he was the owner (owner)
Rent you out, I came over (over)
You was my drug, but now I'm sober (I'm sober)
You be the gun, I be the soldier (soldier)
When you cry, I'm your shoulder (shoulder)
If you die, I die too
Keep that hammer, I'm your tool (your tool)
Can I float in your pool (your pool)
One more time before you move on?
I know I did wrong
Can I be your coupon?
Can you save me from my wrongs?
Never thought that you'd be gone
No more heartfelt conversations (no)
Was the love real? Contemplating (oh)
Reality I'm facing, aching (no)
Took my heart, now I need a replacement
Ayy
Ayy, shot, shot, shot, shots
I've been drinking a lot (a lot), tryna stop thinking
About when we was linking, when we was in sync
But now I'm sinking without you
Singing about you, stuck on love
But love don't live here no more
Can't control my (control my), lost my soul (my soul, I)
Can I move on?
Had to move on (to move on)
Eviction note is on my home (home)
Home (home), home (home), home (home)
Home (home), home (home)
To move on, you was my home (home)
Home (home), home (home), home (home)
Home (home), home (home)
Had to say goodbye to my home (ayy)
Used to be in the pit but I copped it (copped it)
All good, but it really turn all bad (all bad)
Like the wintertime, I had to fall back (fall back)
To be real, I ain't even wanna come to that (come to that)
No, there will be no remix
And nowhere for you to visit
Vented, but your ears wouldn't listen (listen)
Tripping on me, but you the one that was tripping (tripping)
Killing me softly, but you ain't gon' kill me (kill me)
Stay strong, stand firm
At your weakest is what I learn (I learn)
At the point of no return, I was the flame, how'd I get burned?
All cool, it's all love, baby (all love)
Will I ever find love? Maybe
I won't hold my breath 'cause I might choke to death
Can you save me?
Can't control my (control my), lost my soul (my soul, I)
Can I move on?
Had to move on (to move on)
Eviction note is on my home (home)
Home (home), home (home), home (home)
Home (home), home (home)
To move on, you was my home (home)
Home (home), home (home), home (home)
Home (home), home (home)
Had to say goodbye to my home (ayy)
Writer: Bryson Potts
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
HABITS
(Thanks for the gift E, thanks for the gift E)
Oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
Shittin' on niggas my habit (my habit)
F*ck another nigga bitch, it's a habit (it's a habit)
Yeah, she eatin' dick, gooch in my ass
Told her toss my salad, yeah (kiss it)
Bad ass habit, f*ckin' on ratchets
Face was average, ass was acid
Bad ass habit, feel like an addict
Broke off an addy outside your address (your house)
Bad habits do exist, I'm tryna quit, ayy (yeah, yeah)
Askin' God, "Why I wanna f*ck every bitch?", no for real
Bad habits do exist, I'm tryna quit, yeah
Ayy, rich as hell, still puttin' my niggas on licks now (brr, brr, brr)
Bad ass temper, I flash quick (flash)
Ma Dukes say I need counselin' (I need counselin')
Tried to sit down with my therapist (therapist)
End up f*ckin' her after my session (uh)
If I ain't sexin', I'm sextin'
I have too much sex to be sexist (yeah)
Sexy bitch on my sex list
Sex her then never sex her again
Too many hoes, who the sexiest? (Huh?)
I'm a sex symbol, need emojis (emojis)
F*ckin' bitches, I'm a veteran (veteran)
Make her cum uncontrollably (uncontrollably)
Cumin' too much what my fetish be
My old bitch say I need a disectomy
Sex addict, bad habits, rehab
Just stop then go back at it
Give me head, don't get too ahead of me
Suck 'fore you f*ck with me, yup, warm me up, microwave me (pre-game)
Let her have it, her head fantastic, her throat gotta be elastic (scratch that)
Easy breezy, I be that
She can see that I'm freaky
Can't forget that she sneaky
Her nigga don't know she linkin'
Bad habits, yeah (yeah)
Rehabbin', yeah (rehabbin')
I'm back at it, ain't learned shit from it, no (no)
Sex addict (sex addict), bad habits, yeah (bad habits)
She don't get sober dick 'cause I'm a drug addict (let's go)
Shittin' on niggas my habit (my habit)
F*ck another nigga bitch, it's a habit (it's a habit)
Yeah, she eatin' dick, gooch in my ass
Told her toss my salad, yeah (kiss it)
Bad ass habit, f*ckin' on ratchets
Face was average, ass was acid
Bad ass habit, feel like an addict
Broke off an addy outside your address (your house)
Bad habits do exist, I'm tryna quit, ayy (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, askin' God, "Why I wanna f*ck every bitch?", no for real
Bad habits do exist, I'm tryna quit, yeah
Ayy, rich as hell, still puttin' my niggas on licks now (brr, brr, brr)
We work out at the gym, wait 'til I catch you (ooh)
Wait 'til I pull up with dick and I bless you (yeah)
You said that that nigga be gettin' upset when you out of compliance
Well, tell him be careful (give up)
Wanted you bad whenever I met you
Come here, yeah, I'm 'bout to flex you (I'm here)
I put your legs up in the air, behind your head, you know I'm special, love (you know I'm special, love)
Tappin' your ass, pull your hair
Dick in your back (yeah), I'm 'bout to stretch you
Yoga pose, kegal
Make that pussy squeeze, now point your toes
Stick your tongue out, spit in your mouth
Put that dick back in your throat
Snatch your soul, pussy super soak
Whenever I make you choke (whenever I make you choke)
Shittin' on niggas my habit (my habit)
F*ck another nigga bitch, it's a habit (it's a habit)
Yeah, she eatin' dick, gooch in my ass
Told her toss my salad, yeah (kiss it)
Bad ass habit, f*ckin' on ratchets
Face was average, ass was acid
Bad ass habit, feel like an addict
Broke off an addy outside your address (your house)
Bad habits do exist, I'm tryna quit, ayy (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, askin' God, "Why I wanna f*ck every bitch?", no for real
Bad habits do exist, I'm tryna quit, yeah
Ayy, rich as hell, still puttin' my niggas on licks now (brr, brr, brr)
Oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
Shittin' on niggas my habit (my habit)
F*ck another nigga bitch, it's a habit (it's a habit)
Yeah, she eatin' dick, gooch in my ass
Told her toss my salad, yeah (kiss it)
Bad ass habit, f*ckin' on ratchets
Face was average, ass was acid
Bad ass habit, feel like an addict
Broke off an addy outside your address (your house)
Bad habits do exist, I'm tryna quit, ayy (yeah, yeah)
Askin' God, "Why I wanna f*ck every bitch?", no for real
Bad habits do exist, I'm tryna quit, yeah
Ayy, rich as hell, still puttin' my niggas on licks now (brr, brr, brr)
Bad ass temper, I flash quick (flash)
Ma Dukes say I need counselin' (I need counselin')
Tried to sit down with my therapist (therapist)
End up f*ckin' her after my session (uh)
If I ain't sexin', I'm sextin'
I have too much sex to be sexist (yeah)
Sexy bitch on my sex list
Sex her then never sex her again
Too many hoes, who the sexiest? (Huh?)
I'm a sex symbol, need emojis (emojis)
F*ckin' bitches, I'm a veteran (veteran)
Make her cum uncontrollably (uncontrollably)
Cumin' too much what my fetish be
My old bitch say I need a disectomy
Sex addict, bad habits, rehab
Just stop then go back at it
Give me head, don't get too ahead of me
Suck 'fore you f*ck with me, yup, warm me up, microwave me (pre-game)
Let her have it, her head fantastic, her throat gotta be elastic (scratch that)
Easy breezy, I be that
She can see that I'm freaky
Can't forget that she sneaky
Her nigga don't know she linkin'
Bad habits, yeah (yeah)
Rehabbin', yeah (rehabbin')
I'm back at it, ain't learned shit from it, no (no)
Sex addict (sex addict), bad habits, yeah (bad habits)
She don't get sober dick 'cause I'm a drug addict (let's go)
Shittin' on niggas my habit (my habit)
F*ck another nigga bitch, it's a habit (it's a habit)
Yeah, she eatin' dick, gooch in my ass
Told her toss my salad, yeah (kiss it)
Bad ass habit, f*ckin' on ratchets
Face was average, ass was acid
Bad ass habit, feel like an addict
Broke off an addy outside your address (your house)
Bad habits do exist, I'm tryna quit, ayy (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, askin' God, "Why I wanna f*ck every bitch?", no for real
Bad habits do exist, I'm tryna quit, yeah
Ayy, rich as hell, still puttin' my niggas on licks now (brr, brr, brr)
We work out at the gym, wait 'til I catch you (ooh)
Wait 'til I pull up with dick and I bless you (yeah)
You said that that nigga be gettin' upset when you out of compliance
Well, tell him be careful (give up)
Wanted you bad whenever I met you
Come here, yeah, I'm 'bout to flex you (I'm here)
I put your legs up in the air, behind your head, you know I'm special, love (you know I'm special, love)
Tappin' your ass, pull your hair
Dick in your back (yeah), I'm 'bout to stretch you
Yoga pose, kegal
Make that pussy squeeze, now point your toes
Stick your tongue out, spit in your mouth
Put that dick back in your throat
Snatch your soul, pussy super soak
Whenever I make you choke (whenever I make you choke)
Shittin' on niggas my habit (my habit)
F*ck another nigga bitch, it's a habit (it's a habit)
Yeah, she eatin' dick, gooch in my ass
Told her toss my salad, yeah (kiss it)
Bad ass habit, f*ckin' on ratchets
Face was average, ass was acid
Bad ass habit, feel like an addict
Broke off an addy outside your address (your house)
Bad habits do exist, I'm tryna quit, ayy (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, askin' God, "Why I wanna f*ck every bitch?", no for real
Bad habits do exist, I'm tryna quit, yeah
Ayy, rich as hell, still puttin' my niggas on licks now (brr, brr, brr)
Writer: Bryson Potts, Kevin Jerome Gilyard
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
ROUND AND ROUND
(Ayo, talk to 'em)
Yeah
I said, "Baby, you hypnotized"
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Been waitin' on you for a while (a while)
She got me hypnotized (hypnotized)
She twirlin' 'round and 'round ('round)
Movin' ass and them thighs
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Been waitin' on you for a minute, ayy
Had to wait 'til he finished, ayy
Last nigga, he wasn't shit, no
Now it's my time up in it
Bae, I kill your shit the freakiest
I drink your piss if you on miss
That pussy hit a little different when you been tryna get in it
I ain't nut and I'm hittin' until you tap in and quit it
I'm in her ear like a wheelie
She gripped it, she's broke acrylics
I grip her cheeks, give her beats, she say I got big dick energy
I pull it out, she like, "Leave it in me, leave it in me"
I grab her hips, she hypnotized ('tized)
Kiss her lips, she lip-notized ('tized)
She take dick, she dickmatized (ayy)
Now she say we soul tied
Say, "I love you" but I lied (I lied)
In reality, I love the way you love the way I'm in between your thighs, let's go
Been waitin' on you for a while (a while)
She got me hypnotized (hypnotized)
She twirlin' 'round and 'round ('round)
Movin' ass and them thighs
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Been waitin' on you for a while (a while)
She got me hypnotized (hypnotized)
She twirlin' 'round and 'round ('round)
Movin' ass and them thighs
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin' (get it, get it)
Up and down, 'round and 'round (kill it, go crazy)
Keep bumpin', just bouncin' (get it, get it)
Up and down, 'round and 'round (kill it, go crazy)
Keep bumpin', just bouncin' (get it, get it)
Up and down, 'round and 'round (kill it, go crazy)
Keep bumpin', just bouncin' (get it, kill it)
Up and down, 'round and 'round (kill it, go crazy)
I ain't gon' lie, this my lil' shit (my lil' baby girl)
My lil' baby, my lil' bitch
But she be on some hypnotize and shit (hypnotize and shit)
She got me stuck, like, get up (get up)
My dumb ass gon' stay in (stay in)
I might be a little pussy whipped, I'm cool to end
I'm bussin' in then chill out (chill out)
I tell her, "Have my children" (have my kids)
That pussy got me gone, need to get back my feelings (my feelings)
We do it all night long, she my sexual healing (healing)
Get a rush in my bones, when she double joint twisted
Don't stop, keep goin', baby, get it (ayy, baby, get it)
Don't stop, keep goin' 'til it's finished (until it's finished)
Been waitin' on you for a while (a while)
She got me hypnotized (hypnotized)
She twirlin' 'round and 'round ('round)
Movin' ass and them thighs
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Been waitin' on you for a while (a while)
She got me hypnotized (hypnotized)
She twirlin' 'round and 'round ('round)
Movin' ass and them thighs
Keep bumpin', just bouncin' (bouncin')
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin' (bouncin')
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Yeah
I said, "Baby, you hypnotized"
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Been waitin' on you for a while (a while)
She got me hypnotized (hypnotized)
She twirlin' 'round and 'round ('round)
Movin' ass and them thighs
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Been waitin' on you for a minute, ayy
Had to wait 'til he finished, ayy
Last nigga, he wasn't shit, no
Now it's my time up in it
Bae, I kill your shit the freakiest
I drink your piss if you on miss
That pussy hit a little different when you been tryna get in it
I ain't nut and I'm hittin' until you tap in and quit it
I'm in her ear like a wheelie
She gripped it, she's broke acrylics
I grip her cheeks, give her beats, she say I got big dick energy
I pull it out, she like, "Leave it in me, leave it in me"
I grab her hips, she hypnotized ('tized)
Kiss her lips, she lip-notized ('tized)
She take dick, she dickmatized (ayy)
Now she say we soul tied
Say, "I love you" but I lied (I lied)
In reality, I love the way you love the way I'm in between your thighs, let's go
Been waitin' on you for a while (a while)
She got me hypnotized (hypnotized)
She twirlin' 'round and 'round ('round)
Movin' ass and them thighs
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Been waitin' on you for a while (a while)
She got me hypnotized (hypnotized)
She twirlin' 'round and 'round ('round)
Movin' ass and them thighs
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin' (get it, get it)
Up and down, 'round and 'round (kill it, go crazy)
Keep bumpin', just bouncin' (get it, get it)
Up and down, 'round and 'round (kill it, go crazy)
Keep bumpin', just bouncin' (get it, get it)
Up and down, 'round and 'round (kill it, go crazy)
Keep bumpin', just bouncin' (get it, kill it)
Up and down, 'round and 'round (kill it, go crazy)
I ain't gon' lie, this my lil' shit (my lil' baby girl)
My lil' baby, my lil' bitch
But she be on some hypnotize and shit (hypnotize and shit)
She got me stuck, like, get up (get up)
My dumb ass gon' stay in (stay in)
I might be a little pussy whipped, I'm cool to end
I'm bussin' in then chill out (chill out)
I tell her, "Have my children" (have my kids)
That pussy got me gone, need to get back my feelings (my feelings)
We do it all night long, she my sexual healing (healing)
Get a rush in my bones, when she double joint twisted
Don't stop, keep goin', baby, get it (ayy, baby, get it)
Don't stop, keep goin' 'til it's finished (until it's finished)
Been waitin' on you for a while (a while)
She got me hypnotized (hypnotized)
She twirlin' 'round and 'round ('round)
Movin' ass and them thighs
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Been waitin' on you for a while (a while)
She got me hypnotized (hypnotized)
She twirlin' 'round and 'round ('round)
Movin' ass and them thighs
Keep bumpin', just bouncin' (bouncin')
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin' (bouncin')
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Keep bumpin', just bouncin'
Up and down, 'round and 'round
Writer: Bryson Potts
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
STOMP EM OUT
(Break the law, nigga)
(Break the l)- DJ Paul
Twhy, you did it, you heard?
(B-B-B-B-B-Break the law)
(Break the law)
(Break the law)
(Break the law)
(Break the law)
(Break the law) ayy
(Break the law)
(Break the law) ayy, ayy
Ayy, I'm quick to break the law and quick to break a nigga jaw
And you know I'm quick to break a ho, walk a bitch like a dog
No, a bitch can't get shit from me, but hard dick 'til it's soft
And a nigga can't get shit from me but a tomb and a coffin
Stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em
Stomp 'em, stomp 'em out
Jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em
Jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em out
Threw the wrong shit up in the club, so we had to put him down
Told 'em if he get up his next move gon' be beneath the ground
I can't do a show if my gun can't walk in that bitch first
Some niggas buy tickets just to come and put you on a shirt
Soon as a nigga start trippin' he gon' leave out in a hearse
Seen him muggin' while I'm performing he got shot during the verse
Niggas know we banging purple
Ayy, where my C's at
Got a few bloods in my circle
Ayy, how you bleedin'?
My uncle he a big gangsta he said they let the G's in
RIP Von if you disrespect you'll be on BDN
Exotic Glock its matte black
We sticked up in this Cadillac
Hit his block, go ratatat
Double back, now he in a pack
Ayy
I don't even smoke no more, but say, "Lil' brother, pass me that"
Quick to break the law and quick to break a nigga jaw
And you know I'm quick to break a ho, walk a bitch like a dog
No, a bitch can't get shit from me, but hard dick 'til it's soft
And a nigga can't get shit from me but a tomb and a coffin
Stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em
Stomp 'em, stomp 'em out
Jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em
Jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em out
Threw the wrong shit up in the club, so we had to put him down
Told 'em if he get up his next move gon' be beneath the ground
S-O-S we stomp him out, on site we sent that boy to Christ
Biggest G ain't gotta throw the set, they know I'm all for life
If anything got done to me, just know we got 'em back alright
Thuggin' it, thuggin' it out of control
Crackin' it, banging it, starting a fight
F*ck you thought it's Deucifer, say, 'F*ck me' feeling's mutual
I don't go to church but if I do I'ma keep that tool la tool
Bitches different races with a asian, get my noodle sucked
Ain't nothin' they can do with us
Oh, now they wanna be cool with us
Triple M, the big Mobb, f*ck you thought we big step
Quality music takeover, f*ck you thought I been repping
K-I-N-G bitches, me and I been standing
F*ck you mean, I'm growin' on you sleepin' ass I been slammin' (what the f*ck?)
Quick to break the law and quick to break a nigga jaw
And you know I'm quick to break a ho, walk a bitch like a dog
No, a bitch can't get shit from me, but hard dick 'til it's soft
And a nigga can't get shit from me but a tomb and a coffin
Stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em
Stomp 'em, stomp 'em out
Jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em
Jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em out
Threw the wrong shit up in the club, so we had to put him down
Told 'em if he get up his next move gon' be beneath the ground
(Break the l)- DJ Paul
Twhy, you did it, you heard?
(B-B-B-B-B-Break the law)
(Break the law)
(Break the law)
(Break the law)
(Break the law)
(Break the law) ayy
(Break the law)
(Break the law) ayy, ayy
Ayy, I'm quick to break the law and quick to break a nigga jaw
And you know I'm quick to break a ho, walk a bitch like a dog
No, a bitch can't get shit from me, but hard dick 'til it's soft
And a nigga can't get shit from me but a tomb and a coffin
Stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em
Stomp 'em, stomp 'em out
Jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em
Jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em out
Threw the wrong shit up in the club, so we had to put him down
Told 'em if he get up his next move gon' be beneath the ground
I can't do a show if my gun can't walk in that bitch first
Some niggas buy tickets just to come and put you on a shirt
Soon as a nigga start trippin' he gon' leave out in a hearse
Seen him muggin' while I'm performing he got shot during the verse
Niggas know we banging purple
Ayy, where my C's at
Got a few bloods in my circle
Ayy, how you bleedin'?
My uncle he a big gangsta he said they let the G's in
RIP Von if you disrespect you'll be on BDN
Exotic Glock its matte black
We sticked up in this Cadillac
Hit his block, go ratatat
Double back, now he in a pack
Ayy
I don't even smoke no more, but say, "Lil' brother, pass me that"
Quick to break the law and quick to break a nigga jaw
And you know I'm quick to break a ho, walk a bitch like a dog
No, a bitch can't get shit from me, but hard dick 'til it's soft
And a nigga can't get shit from me but a tomb and a coffin
Stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em
Stomp 'em, stomp 'em out
Jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em
Jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em out
Threw the wrong shit up in the club, so we had to put him down
Told 'em if he get up his next move gon' be beneath the ground
S-O-S we stomp him out, on site we sent that boy to Christ
Biggest G ain't gotta throw the set, they know I'm all for life
If anything got done to me, just know we got 'em back alright
Thuggin' it, thuggin' it out of control
Crackin' it, banging it, starting a fight
F*ck you thought it's Deucifer, say, 'F*ck me' feeling's mutual
I don't go to church but if I do I'ma keep that tool la tool
Bitches different races with a asian, get my noodle sucked
Ain't nothin' they can do with us
Oh, now they wanna be cool with us
Triple M, the big Mobb, f*ck you thought we big step
Quality music takeover, f*ck you thought I been repping
K-I-N-G bitches, me and I been standing
F*ck you mean, I'm growin' on you sleepin' ass I been slammin' (what the f*ck?)
Quick to break the law and quick to break a nigga jaw
And you know I'm quick to break a ho, walk a bitch like a dog
No, a bitch can't get shit from me, but hard dick 'til it's soft
And a nigga can't get shit from me but a tomb and a coffin
Stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em, stomp 'em
Stomp 'em, stomp 'em out
Jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em
Jump 'em, jump 'em, jump 'em out
Threw the wrong shit up in the club, so we had to put him down
Told 'em if he get up his next move gon' be beneath the ground
Writer: Bryson Potts, Patavious Lashun Isom
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
THUG IT OUT
Nigga worked so hard to get you, just to fumble you
How you let that lame shit humble you?
Confused 'cause now you don't know what you wanna do
Or what they want from you
And you just want trips, dick and money
They tell you that you changed but you ain't changed nothin'
You need you hair did, nails did and some money
They tell you that you changed but you ain't changed nothin'
I f*ck you like a gangster, put my hands around your throat (put my hands around your throat)
We started on the balcony and ended on a boat (and ended on a boat)
I know these hoes gettin' passed around like a remote (like a remote)
You know I can't be your nigga but I'ma keep you close
You just gon' have to thug it out
When I can't be with you, gotta thug it out
Textin' me, "I miss you", baby, thug it out
Don't be askin' me 'bout bitches, who I be with in these pictures
I ain't got no business with you, baby, thug it out (thug it out)
When I can't be with you, baby, thug it out
Textin' me, "I miss you", baby, thug it out
Askin' me 'bout bitches, who I be with in these pictures
Thug it out, whoa, whoa
Swappin' spit while you takin' it, do it like I miss you (like I miss you)
Eye to eye contact, slow strokin' you and then I kiss you (then I kiss you)
When I think about her, I'ma leave you then try to forget you
In too deep, just like when I'm in you, wanna stay in you
But that's just the way it go, make you nut then hit the road
I can't take you to these shows, different cities, different hoes that I know
Came on me but you came up short, sorry, shawty (sorry, shawty)
I can't settle down 'til I'm 'bout fifty or forty (forty)
Be my friend, freak, wanna f*ck me? Baby, just call me (just call me)
Keepin' it real, we more pimpin' women then you stallin' (then you stallin')
Tryna locate my heart, she askin' me, "Where your feelings at?
'Cause mine been in my stomach, this a lot for me to digest
I responded to my chest, I choose myself, you knockin' at it
No response back
You just gon' have to thug it out
When I can't be with you, gotta thug it out
Textin' me, "I miss you", baby, thug it out
Don't be askin' me 'bout bitches, who I be with in these pictures
I ain't got no business with you, baby, thug it out (thug it out)
When I can't be with you, baby, thug it out
Textin' me, "I miss you", baby, thug it out
Askin' me 'bout bitches, who I be with in these pictures
Thug it out, whoa, whoa
I f*ck you like a gangster, put my hands around your throat (put my hands around your throat)
We started on the balcony then finished on a boat (then finished on a boat)
I know these hoes gettin' passed around like a remote (like a remote)
You know I can't be your nigga but I'm still gon' keep you close (still gon' keep you close)
F*ck you like a gangster, put my hands around your throat
We started on the balcony then finished on a boat
I know these hoes gettin' passed around like a remote
Thug it out (thug it out)
Text won't go green on you, on my dawg
One phone ring, pick up soon as you call
Contact never read in my call log
Where you at? Message, "I'm en route"
Pull up fast, Lamb' truck pipe exhaust
When I pull up, tell you to come out
Back to my house, you know what I'm about
You just gon' have to thug it out
When I can't be with you, gotta thug it out
Textin' me, "I miss you", baby, thug it out
Don't be askin' me 'bout bitches, who I be with in these pictures
I ain't got no business with you, baby, thug it out (thug it out)
When I can't be with you, baby, thug it out
Textin' me, "I miss you", baby, thug it out
Askin' me 'bout bitches, who I be with in these pictures
Thug it out, whoa, whoa
Text won't go green on you, on my dawg
One phone ring, pick up soon as you call
Contact never read in my call log
Where you at? Message, "I'm in route"
Pull up fast, Lamb' truck pipe exhaust
When I pull up, tell you to come out
Back to my house, you know what I'm about
You just gon' have to thug it out
You gotta thug it out
Baby, thug it out
Askin' me 'bout bitches, who I be with in these pictures
Thug it out, whoa, whoa
How you let that lame shit humble you?
Confused 'cause now you don't know what you wanna do
Or what they want from you
And you just want trips, dick and money
They tell you that you changed but you ain't changed nothin'
You need you hair did, nails did and some money
They tell you that you changed but you ain't changed nothin'
I f*ck you like a gangster, put my hands around your throat (put my hands around your throat)
We started on the balcony and ended on a boat (and ended on a boat)
I know these hoes gettin' passed around like a remote (like a remote)
You know I can't be your nigga but I'ma keep you close
You just gon' have to thug it out
When I can't be with you, gotta thug it out
Textin' me, "I miss you", baby, thug it out
Don't be askin' me 'bout bitches, who I be with in these pictures
I ain't got no business with you, baby, thug it out (thug it out)
When I can't be with you, baby, thug it out
Textin' me, "I miss you", baby, thug it out
Askin' me 'bout bitches, who I be with in these pictures
Thug it out, whoa, whoa
Swappin' spit while you takin' it, do it like I miss you (like I miss you)
Eye to eye contact, slow strokin' you and then I kiss you (then I kiss you)
When I think about her, I'ma leave you then try to forget you
In too deep, just like when I'm in you, wanna stay in you
But that's just the way it go, make you nut then hit the road
I can't take you to these shows, different cities, different hoes that I know
Came on me but you came up short, sorry, shawty (sorry, shawty)
I can't settle down 'til I'm 'bout fifty or forty (forty)
Be my friend, freak, wanna f*ck me? Baby, just call me (just call me)
Keepin' it real, we more pimpin' women then you stallin' (then you stallin')
Tryna locate my heart, she askin' me, "Where your feelings at?
'Cause mine been in my stomach, this a lot for me to digest
I responded to my chest, I choose myself, you knockin' at it
No response back
You just gon' have to thug it out
When I can't be with you, gotta thug it out
Textin' me, "I miss you", baby, thug it out
Don't be askin' me 'bout bitches, who I be with in these pictures
I ain't got no business with you, baby, thug it out (thug it out)
When I can't be with you, baby, thug it out
Textin' me, "I miss you", baby, thug it out
Askin' me 'bout bitches, who I be with in these pictures
Thug it out, whoa, whoa
I f*ck you like a gangster, put my hands around your throat (put my hands around your throat)
We started on the balcony then finished on a boat (then finished on a boat)
I know these hoes gettin' passed around like a remote (like a remote)
You know I can't be your nigga but I'm still gon' keep you close (still gon' keep you close)
F*ck you like a gangster, put my hands around your throat
We started on the balcony then finished on a boat
I know these hoes gettin' passed around like a remote
Thug it out (thug it out)
Text won't go green on you, on my dawg
One phone ring, pick up soon as you call
Contact never read in my call log
Where you at? Message, "I'm en route"
Pull up fast, Lamb' truck pipe exhaust
When I pull up, tell you to come out
Back to my house, you know what I'm about
You just gon' have to thug it out
When I can't be with you, gotta thug it out
Textin' me, "I miss you", baby, thug it out
Don't be askin' me 'bout bitches, who I be with in these pictures
I ain't got no business with you, baby, thug it out (thug it out)
When I can't be with you, baby, thug it out
Textin' me, "I miss you", baby, thug it out
Askin' me 'bout bitches, who I be with in these pictures
Thug it out, whoa, whoa
Text won't go green on you, on my dawg
One phone ring, pick up soon as you call
Contact never read in my call log
Where you at? Message, "I'm in route"
Pull up fast, Lamb' truck pipe exhaust
When I pull up, tell you to come out
Back to my house, you know what I'm about
You just gon' have to thug it out
You gotta thug it out
Baby, thug it out
Askin' me 'bout bitches, who I be with in these pictures
Thug it out, whoa, whoa
Writer: Bryson Potts
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
GLIDE WITH ME
D.a got that dope
Look side to side, who gon' ride for me?
Well, take a ride if you down for me
Real eyes realize who gon' lie to me
Wipe tears, don't cry, just glide with me
Look side to side, who gon' ride for me?
Well, take a ride if you down for me
Real eyes realize who gon' lie to me
Wipe tears, don't cry, just glide with me (yeah)
One love, one heart, you gotta take it from me
If one dove fall apart then they all comin'
I heard birds flock together but it's quite funny
Every bird that was 'round only wanted money
Separated from leeches, niggas thought that I couldn't see it
If I'm lonely the rest of my life then niggas so be it
Came in this world by myself, I knew that shit as a kid
Ain't no two men casket when you close that lid
I ain't no killer but don't push me, wait
I done killed a couple of these pussy niggas though
Ain't gotta glorify that shit no more 'cause I had to grow
Still cut a nigga throat if you play with my family or my do'
I got some family members doin' dope
My uncle 'n'em be doin' coke
Cuh 'n 'em up the road facin' life, I pray they let him go
The system got him up in a chokehold tappin' out cold
Only thing I can say is stay strong 'cause you comin' home
Look side to side, who gon' ride for me?
Well, take a ride if you down for me
Real eyes realize who gon' lie to me
Wipe tears, don't cry, just glide with me
Look side to side, who gon' ride for me?
Well, take a ride if you down for me
Real eyes realize who gon' lie to me
Wipe tears, don't cry, just glide with me
Kinda hard to turn up when you know your homie gone
To the system or became a victim to a dirty pistol
Got me thinking 'bout putting a nigga up in critical
But I know how many people depending on me like minerals
Hard on my team like I'm Brady, without me they hyperventilating
I know maybe I gotta be concentrating on keeping this shit afloat for my mama and only baby
Hope you hear me when I say it
You either at the table or you on the menu
Dem boys be food to me, keep a toothpick pickin' in my teeth
Keep a pistol by my brief in case yeen die in the pot
Then I gotta up this bitch and make sure that you boys decease
Last but not least
I'm a different type beast
Up all night, I ain't get sleep 'cause I'm hungry
Not for a mill but for the shit I deserve
If a nigga beg to differ tell that nigga come and see 'bout me
Look side to side, who gon' ride for me?
Well, take a ride if you down for me
Real eyes realize who gon' lie to me
Wipe tears, don't cry, just glide with me
Look side to side, who gon' ride for me?
Well, take a ride if you down for me
Real eyes realize who gon' lie to me
Wipe tears, don't cry, just glide with me
NLE, the Top Shotta, got the most
NLE, the Top Shotta
Look side to side, who gon' ride for me?
Well, take a ride if you down for me
Real eyes realize who gon' lie to me
Wipe tears, don't cry, just glide with me
Look side to side, who gon' ride for me?
Well, take a ride if you down for me
Real eyes realize who gon' lie to me
Wipe tears, don't cry, just glide with me (yeah)
One love, one heart, you gotta take it from me
If one dove fall apart then they all comin'
I heard birds flock together but it's quite funny
Every bird that was 'round only wanted money
Separated from leeches, niggas thought that I couldn't see it
If I'm lonely the rest of my life then niggas so be it
Came in this world by myself, I knew that shit as a kid
Ain't no two men casket when you close that lid
I ain't no killer but don't push me, wait
I done killed a couple of these pussy niggas though
Ain't gotta glorify that shit no more 'cause I had to grow
Still cut a nigga throat if you play with my family or my do'
I got some family members doin' dope
My uncle 'n'em be doin' coke
Cuh 'n 'em up the road facin' life, I pray they let him go
The system got him up in a chokehold tappin' out cold
Only thing I can say is stay strong 'cause you comin' home
Look side to side, who gon' ride for me?
Well, take a ride if you down for me
Real eyes realize who gon' lie to me
Wipe tears, don't cry, just glide with me
Look side to side, who gon' ride for me?
Well, take a ride if you down for me
Real eyes realize who gon' lie to me
Wipe tears, don't cry, just glide with me
Kinda hard to turn up when you know your homie gone
To the system or became a victim to a dirty pistol
Got me thinking 'bout putting a nigga up in critical
But I know how many people depending on me like minerals
Hard on my team like I'm Brady, without me they hyperventilating
I know maybe I gotta be concentrating on keeping this shit afloat for my mama and only baby
Hope you hear me when I say it
You either at the table or you on the menu
Dem boys be food to me, keep a toothpick pickin' in my teeth
Keep a pistol by my brief in case yeen die in the pot
Then I gotta up this bitch and make sure that you boys decease
Last but not least
I'm a different type beast
Up all night, I ain't get sleep 'cause I'm hungry
Not for a mill but for the shit I deserve
If a nigga beg to differ tell that nigga come and see 'bout me
Look side to side, who gon' ride for me?
Well, take a ride if you down for me
Real eyes realize who gon' lie to me
Wipe tears, don't cry, just glide with me
Look side to side, who gon' ride for me?
Well, take a ride if you down for me
Real eyes realize who gon' lie to me
Wipe tears, don't cry, just glide with me
NLE, the Top Shotta, got the most
NLE, the Top Shotta
Writer: Bryson Potts
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
DISABILITY CHECKS
(Ayy, Draco, how you do that?)
Ayy, uh, ayy
These niggas, they know how a nigga get (nigga get)
These niggas, they know how a nigga live (nigga live)
Then you know that a young nigga with the shit (with the shit)
You can ask the opps how a nigga is (a nigga is)
You can ask the last nigga got hit (got hit)
But you gotta dig him up for the spill (for the spill)
Hit his brother, now he got benefits (uh)
Disability checks pay his bills
No Limit, they know we with the shits (L's)
Ain't God, don't forgive and don't forget (bitch)
When it's war, we mobbin', ten sticks (ayy)
Three whips, we ride and spin shit (skrrt)
Opps say we can't win, they gettin' rich
Rap checks, bought checks with benefits (you know that)
F&N get to clappin', bend his ribs
Last nigga had his head in his dick
Keep four chains on, I'm really lit (yeah)
Send a whole gang home we hear a diss (pussy)
Lost niggas, can't lie, that's how it is
Pour a whole cup out and I reminisce (gang)
Gotta watch for the snakes, they gon' hiss
Hit a pussy in his face, we don't miss (brr)
High speed on the jakes, I really did
Keep a mask in this bitch, they gon' snitch
Played the position
I saw his shirt from a distance, we turn his block and we get him
We had precision
'Raq hit niggas and bitches, now everybody ridin' with switches (grrt)
Blow make 'em get low
You got a fire, I'm like, "Ditto," I kept my shit since a kiddo
Feel like a weirdo
Ain't shot this bitch in a minute, now I'm tryna turn his wife to a widow, ayy
These niggas, they know how a nigga get (nigga get)
These niggas, they know how a nigga live (nigga live)
Then you know that a young nigga with the shit (with the shit)
You can ask the opps how a nigga is (a nigga is)
You can ask the last nigga got hit (got hit)
But you gotta dig him up for the spill (for the spill)
Hit his brother, now he got benefits (uh, uh, uh)
Disability checks pay his bills
I don't even get high when I'm outside
I done seen niggas on the ground with they mouth wide
Every time we come up on the route, slide
Headshot from the chrome, leave his scalp fried
Goofy-ass nigga love to cap for the 'Gram
He ain't know how to live when his clout died
They was wishin' for me, I'm that star that was fallin'
Can't see myself gettin' outshined
'Member I told 'em one day, I'ma be at the top
I don't know why they thought that I wouldn't
They know what block that I claim, put the block on the chain
And you just might die if you lookin'
Shit got turnt in the field, so I needed a jack
How I got my first pipe, I took it
Hop out squeezin' the Glock, come through, put the belt on your block
My lil' shorties been givin' out whoopin's (bitch)
These niggas, they know how a nigga get
F*ck that (brrt), I'm shootin' first, ain't no way he gon' bust back (brrt)
Walk in the club, got this bitch by my nutsack
You reach for my chain, that's the last thing you touchin' (last thing you touchin')
Grrt, I'm bustin'
If I shoot one shot, my nigga, he come behind me with a dozen (come behind me with a dozen)
I get your brother, your mother, your cousin
Your sister and uncles, I leave you with nothin' (leave you with shit)
Grab my gun 'fore I brush my teeth (my teeth)
Drac' got a pillow when I sleep (I sleep)
When I wake up, it's the first thing I see
'Cause it's on sight with niggas who don't like me (who don't like me)
You'll get crossed if you play with me
Better stay on your feet when you play D (you play D)
Shoot shit up like I'm KD (KD)
Opps scared to get shot like Kyrie (like vaccine)
I post up in your hood and do donuts
As soon as I pull off, I shoot out the whip (brrt, brrt, brrt)
He dropped his nuts, but they turned into peanuts
He dissed me on live, then his ass got killed (brrt, brrt, brrt)
Whoopty-woo, got hit by such and such
He ain't even let one out the clip (one out the clip)
Niggas know I got a problem with tuckin' stuff
It's in my hand, I don't come off the hip (brrt)
These niggas, they know how a nigga get (nigga get)
These niggas, they know how a nigga live (nigga live)
Then you know that a young nigga with the shit (with the shit)
You can ask the opps how a nigga is (a nigga is)
You can ask the last nigga got hit (got hit)
But you gotta dig him up for the spill (for the spill)
Hit his brother, now he got benefits
Disability checks pay his bills
These niggas, they know how a nigga get
These niggas, they
These niggas, they
These niggas, they know how a nigga get
These niggas, they know how a nigga live
Ayy, uh, ayy
These niggas, they know how a nigga get (nigga get)
These niggas, they know how a nigga live (nigga live)
Then you know that a young nigga with the shit (with the shit)
You can ask the opps how a nigga is (a nigga is)
You can ask the last nigga got hit (got hit)
But you gotta dig him up for the spill (for the spill)
Hit his brother, now he got benefits (uh)
Disability checks pay his bills
No Limit, they know we with the shits (L's)
Ain't God, don't forgive and don't forget (bitch)
When it's war, we mobbin', ten sticks (ayy)
Three whips, we ride and spin shit (skrrt)
Opps say we can't win, they gettin' rich
Rap checks, bought checks with benefits (you know that)
F&N get to clappin', bend his ribs
Last nigga had his head in his dick
Keep four chains on, I'm really lit (yeah)
Send a whole gang home we hear a diss (pussy)
Lost niggas, can't lie, that's how it is
Pour a whole cup out and I reminisce (gang)
Gotta watch for the snakes, they gon' hiss
Hit a pussy in his face, we don't miss (brr)
High speed on the jakes, I really did
Keep a mask in this bitch, they gon' snitch
Played the position
I saw his shirt from a distance, we turn his block and we get him
We had precision
'Raq hit niggas and bitches, now everybody ridin' with switches (grrt)
Blow make 'em get low
You got a fire, I'm like, "Ditto," I kept my shit since a kiddo
Feel like a weirdo
Ain't shot this bitch in a minute, now I'm tryna turn his wife to a widow, ayy
These niggas, they know how a nigga get (nigga get)
These niggas, they know how a nigga live (nigga live)
Then you know that a young nigga with the shit (with the shit)
You can ask the opps how a nigga is (a nigga is)
You can ask the last nigga got hit (got hit)
But you gotta dig him up for the spill (for the spill)
Hit his brother, now he got benefits (uh, uh, uh)
Disability checks pay his bills
I don't even get high when I'm outside
I done seen niggas on the ground with they mouth wide
Every time we come up on the route, slide
Headshot from the chrome, leave his scalp fried
Goofy-ass nigga love to cap for the 'Gram
He ain't know how to live when his clout died
They was wishin' for me, I'm that star that was fallin'
Can't see myself gettin' outshined
'Member I told 'em one day, I'ma be at the top
I don't know why they thought that I wouldn't
They know what block that I claim, put the block on the chain
And you just might die if you lookin'
Shit got turnt in the field, so I needed a jack
How I got my first pipe, I took it
Hop out squeezin' the Glock, come through, put the belt on your block
My lil' shorties been givin' out whoopin's (bitch)
These niggas, they know how a nigga get
F*ck that (brrt), I'm shootin' first, ain't no way he gon' bust back (brrt)
Walk in the club, got this bitch by my nutsack
You reach for my chain, that's the last thing you touchin' (last thing you touchin')
Grrt, I'm bustin'
If I shoot one shot, my nigga, he come behind me with a dozen (come behind me with a dozen)
I get your brother, your mother, your cousin
Your sister and uncles, I leave you with nothin' (leave you with shit)
Grab my gun 'fore I brush my teeth (my teeth)
Drac' got a pillow when I sleep (I sleep)
When I wake up, it's the first thing I see
'Cause it's on sight with niggas who don't like me (who don't like me)
You'll get crossed if you play with me
Better stay on your feet when you play D (you play D)
Shoot shit up like I'm KD (KD)
Opps scared to get shot like Kyrie (like vaccine)
I post up in your hood and do donuts
As soon as I pull off, I shoot out the whip (brrt, brrt, brrt)
He dropped his nuts, but they turned into peanuts
He dissed me on live, then his ass got killed (brrt, brrt, brrt)
Whoopty-woo, got hit by such and such
He ain't even let one out the clip (one out the clip)
Niggas know I got a problem with tuckin' stuff
It's in my hand, I don't come off the hip (brrt)
These niggas, they know how a nigga get (nigga get)
These niggas, they know how a nigga live (nigga live)
Then you know that a young nigga with the shit (with the shit)
You can ask the opps how a nigga is (a nigga is)
You can ask the last nigga got hit (got hit)
But you gotta dig him up for the spill (for the spill)
Hit his brother, now he got benefits
Disability checks pay his bills
These niggas, they know how a nigga get
These niggas, they
These niggas, they
These niggas, they know how a nigga get
These niggas, they know how a nigga live
Writer: Bryson Potts, Herbert Wright III, Taurus Tremani Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
SLUT ME OUT
(CashMoneyAP)
I had asked this bitch, "Why you being weird to me?"
Ayy, rip off my shirt if you love me (love me)
Spit in my face when you f*ck me (f*ck me)
Play with my gooch while you suck me (suck me)
Eat the dick like you was ugly
I mean, hold on, wait
Where your friend? Bring your buddy (your buddy)
I don't think that you enoughie (enoughie)
Her favorite thing to say is, "Cuff me"
Slut me out (out), slut me out (out)
Slut (slut), slut (slut), slut me out
Rip off my shirt if you love me (sexy)
Spit in my face when you f*ck me (come sex me)
Play with my gooch while you suck me (don't text me)
Eat the dick like you was ugly (caress me)
Big dick energy, I give it (I give it)
Don't believe me, then come feel it (come feel it)
Gon' put this here in your kidney, please
And hush it like some kidney beans
Suck my balls, come chickpea me
Why you being weird to me? (Weird to me)
Put your ass in my face 'til I get pink eye
F*ck you anywhere, I'm that type guy (that type guy)
At the church, on the plane, at the basketball game
I don't care, I'ma bust my nut 'til I die ('til I die)
What position do I like? All of 'em, baby (baby)
Put it on camera, masturbate to it later (to it later)
Ever sucked a vegan dick? Baby, come taste me
Promise that my nut taste like sugar gravy
Don't cum quick, I control my bladder (control my bladder)
Dick real big, come climb my ladder (my ladder)
Fat coochies, little coochies, all coochies matter (they matter)
Ass real fat, I can make it get fatter (fatter)
Wanna see a magic trick? Bend over backwards (over backwards)
Meat to meat, wall to wall
Coochie to my balls, dawg
Ayy, rip off my shirt if you love me (love me)
Spit in my face when you f*ck me (f*ck me)
Play with my gooch while you suck me (suck me)
Eat the dick like you was ugly
I mean, hold on, wait
Where your friend? Bring your buddy (your buddy)
I don't think that you enoughie (enoughie)
Her favorite thing to say is, "Cuff me"
Slut me out (out), slut me out (out)
Slut (slut), slut (slut), slut me out
Rip off my shirt if you love me (sexy) (Sexyy)
Spit in my face when you f*ck me (come sex me) (Sexyy)
Play with my gooch while you suck me (don't text me) (Sexyy)
Eat the dick like you was ugly (caress me)
Ayy, yeah
It's Sexyy, NLE, boy, you ain't ready (no)
I'll turn your ass out if you let me (yeah)
You can rock my chain while you neck me (uh, uh)
I'm a hood bitch, I like freaky shit, come put that dick down my throat (yeah)
Come hot and ready, no soft shit
I'll leave a nigga dick swole (yeah)
Ch-Ch-Choke a bitch ass, make my face with your dick
Spit in my mouth, I want all that shit
F*ck me from the back, pull out phone and make a flick
Eat my coochie out then give a bitch a kiss (Sexyy)
Dick me down, then eat me out
I seen your dick print, I need it now
Beat this pussy off the bed, nigga
I'm finna put this pussy on your head, nigga
Pussy soakin' wet and I'm off a jigga
Put the pussy on him, leave him with the shivers
Your last bitch was a lame, dog
Big Sexyy, you f*ckin' with a big ho'
We can do whatever, see how far I go
Can't f*ck with you if you ain't suckin' toes
Ayy, rip off my shirt if you love me (love me) (Sexyy)
Spit in my face when you f*ck me (f*ck me) (it's Sexyy)
Play with my gooch while you suck me (suck me) (Sexyy)
Eat the dick like you was ugly (yeah)
I mean, hold on, wait
Where your friend? Bring your buddy (your buddy)
I don't think that you enoughie (enoughie)
Her favorite thing to say is, "Cuff me"
Dick me down (slut me out), dick me down (slut me out)
Dick (slut), dick (slut), dick me down (slut me out)
I had asked this bitch, "Why you being weird to me?"
Ayy, rip off my shirt if you love me (love me)
Spit in my face when you f*ck me (f*ck me)
Play with my gooch while you suck me (suck me)
Eat the dick like you was ugly
I mean, hold on, wait
Where your friend? Bring your buddy (your buddy)
I don't think that you enoughie (enoughie)
Her favorite thing to say is, "Cuff me"
Slut me out (out), slut me out (out)
Slut (slut), slut (slut), slut me out
Rip off my shirt if you love me (sexy)
Spit in my face when you f*ck me (come sex me)
Play with my gooch while you suck me (don't text me)
Eat the dick like you was ugly (caress me)
Big dick energy, I give it (I give it)
Don't believe me, then come feel it (come feel it)
Gon' put this here in your kidney, please
And hush it like some kidney beans
Suck my balls, come chickpea me
Why you being weird to me? (Weird to me)
Put your ass in my face 'til I get pink eye
F*ck you anywhere, I'm that type guy (that type guy)
At the church, on the plane, at the basketball game
I don't care, I'ma bust my nut 'til I die ('til I die)
What position do I like? All of 'em, baby (baby)
Put it on camera, masturbate to it later (to it later)
Ever sucked a vegan dick? Baby, come taste me
Promise that my nut taste like sugar gravy
Don't cum quick, I control my bladder (control my bladder)
Dick real big, come climb my ladder (my ladder)
Fat coochies, little coochies, all coochies matter (they matter)
Ass real fat, I can make it get fatter (fatter)
Wanna see a magic trick? Bend over backwards (over backwards)
Meat to meat, wall to wall
Coochie to my balls, dawg
Ayy, rip off my shirt if you love me (love me)
Spit in my face when you f*ck me (f*ck me)
Play with my gooch while you suck me (suck me)
Eat the dick like you was ugly
I mean, hold on, wait
Where your friend? Bring your buddy (your buddy)
I don't think that you enoughie (enoughie)
Her favorite thing to say is, "Cuff me"
Slut me out (out), slut me out (out)
Slut (slut), slut (slut), slut me out
Rip off my shirt if you love me (sexy) (Sexyy)
Spit in my face when you f*ck me (come sex me) (Sexyy)
Play with my gooch while you suck me (don't text me) (Sexyy)
Eat the dick like you was ugly (caress me)
Ayy, yeah
It's Sexyy, NLE, boy, you ain't ready (no)
I'll turn your ass out if you let me (yeah)
You can rock my chain while you neck me (uh, uh)
I'm a hood bitch, I like freaky shit, come put that dick down my throat (yeah)
Come hot and ready, no soft shit
I'll leave a nigga dick swole (yeah)
Ch-Ch-Choke a bitch ass, make my face with your dick
Spit in my mouth, I want all that shit
F*ck me from the back, pull out phone and make a flick
Eat my coochie out then give a bitch a kiss (Sexyy)
Dick me down, then eat me out
I seen your dick print, I need it now
Beat this pussy off the bed, nigga
I'm finna put this pussy on your head, nigga
Pussy soakin' wet and I'm off a jigga
Put the pussy on him, leave him with the shivers
Your last bitch was a lame, dog
Big Sexyy, you f*ckin' with a big ho'
We can do whatever, see how far I go
Can't f*ck with you if you ain't suckin' toes
Ayy, rip off my shirt if you love me (love me) (Sexyy)
Spit in my face when you f*ck me (f*ck me) (it's Sexyy)
Play with my gooch while you suck me (suck me) (Sexyy)
Eat the dick like you was ugly (yeah)
I mean, hold on, wait
Where your friend? Bring your buddy (your buddy)
I don't think that you enoughie (enoughie)
Her favorite thing to say is, "Cuff me"
Dick me down (slut me out), dick me down (slut me out)
Dick (slut), dick (slut), dick me down (slut me out)
Writer: Alex Christian Jean Petit, Amritvir Singh, Bryson Lashun Potts
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
ON GOD
On the grind 'til I sweat, no time for the sex (for the sex)
Been focused on a check, tryna make somethin' stretch (tryna make somethin' stretch)
By myself at best, niggas know I'm a threat
Came in the game comin' at everybody's neck (everybody's neck)
Game on lock (on lock)
Remember days, had to run from the jakes with dope in my sock
Got a cherry on top (top)
Scope no stock for the cream on the crop (grr)
Knock him off his block (grr, grr, grr)
Kill your favorite rapper, get away with a murder (with a murder)
Bumpin' his tape but I left him unheard of (unheard of)
Lyrically, I mean, 'fore the police start searchin' (start searchin')
All these RICO's got me talkin' with a girdle (talkin' with a girdle)
Old bitch switchin', I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin')
Call me nonfiction, I'm the realest (I'm the realest)
Give her dick, now she want dealings (want dealings)
Favorite sneaky link caught feelings (caught feelings)
Wrong time, my mind focused on a milli (on a milli)
Too fine but I hope you fine with it (fine with it)
On the grind, I'm the dyin' breed of the realest (of the realest)
Life on the line, is you gon' die with me? (Die with me)
Take a hit with me when I get low (low)
Put the brick in the stove (stove) when the police hit the door (door)
Will you blick with me when the opps get close? (Close)
On the run, can you go ghost in a different coast? Let's go
All night in the streets
All day duckin' me
Roll your opps for you
You'll get high off me
Dreams to reality
Pennies turns to milli's
I love that for you
I love you for me
On God (on God, God)
I'ma ride with you forever
On God (it's on God, God)
Gonna fight this shit together
On God (on God, God)
I'ma ride with you forever
On God (it's on God, God)
Gonna fight this shit together
Ayy, on G-O-D, can you P-O-P? (P)
Hold it down for me, knee-deep in the street, tryna get out
Seen RIP's, fourteen, lost Gino (fourteen, lost Gino)
But death come with this shit, what we know (we know)
Life like casinos
Soul can get broke if soul ain't got no hope (no hope)
Niggas can't cope so they smoke dope, yeah
Car full of hitters on go (grr)
Pop the first song a nigga know (a nigga know)
Aim for the head, f*ck your body (body)
Every nigga with me for a robbery (robbery)
Switches on the Glock, nigga, ready (ready)
Thirty shots or better, ridin' heavy (heavy)
Whole life sentence in this Chevy (Chevy)
Peanut butter jam, a nigga jelly
Ma Deuce trippin' 'bout the dope
She say it got the whole house stank
If the people come and hit the door
We gettin' kicked out of section eight
Whip it real hard and 'til we live it real large (real large)
A hundred M's strong, the dead homies live on
All night in the streets
All day duckin' me
Roll your opps for you
You'll get high off me
Dreams to reality
Pennies turns to milli's
I love that for you
I love you for me
On God (on God, God)
I'ma ride with you forever
On God (it's on God, God)
Gonna fight this shit together
On God (on God, God)
I'ma ride with you forever
On God (it's on God, God)
Gonna fight this shit together
Been focused on a check, tryna make somethin' stretch (tryna make somethin' stretch)
By myself at best, niggas know I'm a threat
Came in the game comin' at everybody's neck (everybody's neck)
Game on lock (on lock)
Remember days, had to run from the jakes with dope in my sock
Got a cherry on top (top)
Scope no stock for the cream on the crop (grr)
Knock him off his block (grr, grr, grr)
Kill your favorite rapper, get away with a murder (with a murder)
Bumpin' his tape but I left him unheard of (unheard of)
Lyrically, I mean, 'fore the police start searchin' (start searchin')
All these RICO's got me talkin' with a girdle (talkin' with a girdle)
Old bitch switchin', I ain't trippin' (I ain't trippin')
Call me nonfiction, I'm the realest (I'm the realest)
Give her dick, now she want dealings (want dealings)
Favorite sneaky link caught feelings (caught feelings)
Wrong time, my mind focused on a milli (on a milli)
Too fine but I hope you fine with it (fine with it)
On the grind, I'm the dyin' breed of the realest (of the realest)
Life on the line, is you gon' die with me? (Die with me)
Take a hit with me when I get low (low)
Put the brick in the stove (stove) when the police hit the door (door)
Will you blick with me when the opps get close? (Close)
On the run, can you go ghost in a different coast? Let's go
All night in the streets
All day duckin' me
Roll your opps for you
You'll get high off me
Dreams to reality
Pennies turns to milli's
I love that for you
I love you for me
On God (on God, God)
I'ma ride with you forever
On God (it's on God, God)
Gonna fight this shit together
On God (on God, God)
I'ma ride with you forever
On God (it's on God, God)
Gonna fight this shit together
Ayy, on G-O-D, can you P-O-P? (P)
Hold it down for me, knee-deep in the street, tryna get out
Seen RIP's, fourteen, lost Gino (fourteen, lost Gino)
But death come with this shit, what we know (we know)
Life like casinos
Soul can get broke if soul ain't got no hope (no hope)
Niggas can't cope so they smoke dope, yeah
Car full of hitters on go (grr)
Pop the first song a nigga know (a nigga know)
Aim for the head, f*ck your body (body)
Every nigga with me for a robbery (robbery)
Switches on the Glock, nigga, ready (ready)
Thirty shots or better, ridin' heavy (heavy)
Whole life sentence in this Chevy (Chevy)
Peanut butter jam, a nigga jelly
Ma Deuce trippin' 'bout the dope
She say it got the whole house stank
If the people come and hit the door
We gettin' kicked out of section eight
Whip it real hard and 'til we live it real large (real large)
A hundred M's strong, the dead homies live on
All night in the streets
All day duckin' me
Roll your opps for you
You'll get high off me
Dreams to reality
Pennies turns to milli's
I love that for you
I love you for me
On God (on God, God)
I'ma ride with you forever
On God (it's on God, God)
Gonna fight this shit together
On God (on God, God)
I'ma ride with you forever
On God (it's on God, God)
Gonna fight this shit together
Writer: Bryson Potts, Queen Naija Bulls
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
COLD GAME
(This whole motherf*ckin' album fire)
(I know if this motherf*cker don't go number one, y'all niggas hatin')
(You heard it first from mama Choppa, bam)
When the day is gone, you're all I need
When I close my eyes, it's all I see
You love me like you used to before (Rose)
Appetite for new timepieces, ain't no time to lose
Ain't no lackin', Jacob know me, I bought all kinds of jewels
Put the haters on me, trust me, I make all kinds of moves
Here dealing with these fakers 'til I make up all the rules
I just wanna ride around and we lock the city down
All my bitches fightin' in the club with they titties out (haha)
Double M, we Blowin' Budz, put them Phillies out
And any boy get out of line, I came to sit him down
I had a million on my mind, but that's a billion now
Build a mansion out in Cali' with the ceilings out
Nigga say they beefin' with me, but I'm still in town
I got the killers in chinchillas, we the realest out
If you in your feelings, you gon' feel this now
You know this Double M, that's when you hear the sound (M-M-M)
All the baddest bitches came to get it down
And I know you on the 'shrooms, that's if you feel the bounce (Maybach Music)
When the day is gone, you're all I need
When I close my eyes, it's all I see
You love me like you used to before
Patty wagons turn to Rolls-Royces, yeah (Royces)
Makin' different choices, tryna see which corporate brand I'm signin' with for endorsements
You can catch me on the Forbes stuntin' (stuntin')
Pink, green, blue bills, I don't discriminate the money
Like the Doomsday comin', I'ma run it up
You niggas run y'all dick suckers too much and ride dick
Get off my nuts (off my nuts)
I'ma check in 'bout my bread, watch some niggas check out (brrt)
We chiropractin' niggas neck, what that mean? Stretch him out (brrt)
Playin' with the Gs, I got a murder fee
That lead to casualties, ayy, just pick out your tee
I live a fantasy, bitches from Tel Aviv
In the Florida Keys, ridin' jet skis
Pulled over, made a pit stop to f*ck on a beach
While she ride me, I'm thankin' God I'm out of the streets
I had the keys, the keys, the key to feed the fiends
I had the rocks, took risks, the opps, they died for this and that (died for this, nigga)
But won't speak on wax, don't let this light skin fool ya
I'm 'bout what I rap, yeah
Ayy, threesomes, that's regular thing
I need a ten-piece combo like some lemon pepper chicken wings
Ayy, I'm a big boss like I'm Rick Ross (ayy, Ross)
You ass backwards, criss-cross
You chasin' bitches over money, well, that's where you broke the law
If a ho here today, then she gon' be here to stay
She ain't here while I'm broke, when I'm rich, it's her loss, word to Drake
One-sixteen ain't enough, like I'm Andre 3K, thirty-two bars like Jiggas
Feel like Hov, man (feel like Hov, man)
Cross me when I gave you leeway
They play me like I'm 2K, don't call me, "Brother," nigga
That's my old name (that's my old name), my old bitch f*cked another nigga
Then a hunnid other niggas just to get back
And I remained the same (still the same nigga)
Cold game, still same
Sunny days after rain, pain turn to pleasure, made a man (on God)
When the day is gone, you're all I need
When I close my eyes, it's all I see
Love me like you used to before
This the takeover
Y'all had y'all time
Now it's time to have mine
I know it's a lot to digest
Heart burn in your chest
From a rookie to a vet'
And I ain't even done yet
(I know if this motherf*cker don't go number one, y'all niggas hatin')
(You heard it first from mama Choppa, bam)
When the day is gone, you're all I need
When I close my eyes, it's all I see
You love me like you used to before (Rose)
Appetite for new timepieces, ain't no time to lose
Ain't no lackin', Jacob know me, I bought all kinds of jewels
Put the haters on me, trust me, I make all kinds of moves
Here dealing with these fakers 'til I make up all the rules
I just wanna ride around and we lock the city down
All my bitches fightin' in the club with they titties out (haha)
Double M, we Blowin' Budz, put them Phillies out
And any boy get out of line, I came to sit him down
I had a million on my mind, but that's a billion now
Build a mansion out in Cali' with the ceilings out
Nigga say they beefin' with me, but I'm still in town
I got the killers in chinchillas, we the realest out
If you in your feelings, you gon' feel this now
You know this Double M, that's when you hear the sound (M-M-M)
All the baddest bitches came to get it down
And I know you on the 'shrooms, that's if you feel the bounce (Maybach Music)
When the day is gone, you're all I need
When I close my eyes, it's all I see
You love me like you used to before
Patty wagons turn to Rolls-Royces, yeah (Royces)
Makin' different choices, tryna see which corporate brand I'm signin' with for endorsements
You can catch me on the Forbes stuntin' (stuntin')
Pink, green, blue bills, I don't discriminate the money
Like the Doomsday comin', I'ma run it up
You niggas run y'all dick suckers too much and ride dick
Get off my nuts (off my nuts)
I'ma check in 'bout my bread, watch some niggas check out (brrt)
We chiropractin' niggas neck, what that mean? Stretch him out (brrt)
Playin' with the Gs, I got a murder fee
That lead to casualties, ayy, just pick out your tee
I live a fantasy, bitches from Tel Aviv
In the Florida Keys, ridin' jet skis
Pulled over, made a pit stop to f*ck on a beach
While she ride me, I'm thankin' God I'm out of the streets
I had the keys, the keys, the key to feed the fiends
I had the rocks, took risks, the opps, they died for this and that (died for this, nigga)
But won't speak on wax, don't let this light skin fool ya
I'm 'bout what I rap, yeah
Ayy, threesomes, that's regular thing
I need a ten-piece combo like some lemon pepper chicken wings
Ayy, I'm a big boss like I'm Rick Ross (ayy, Ross)
You ass backwards, criss-cross
You chasin' bitches over money, well, that's where you broke the law
If a ho here today, then she gon' be here to stay
She ain't here while I'm broke, when I'm rich, it's her loss, word to Drake
One-sixteen ain't enough, like I'm Andre 3K, thirty-two bars like Jiggas
Feel like Hov, man (feel like Hov, man)
Cross me when I gave you leeway
They play me like I'm 2K, don't call me, "Brother," nigga
That's my old name (that's my old name), my old bitch f*cked another nigga
Then a hunnid other niggas just to get back
And I remained the same (still the same nigga)
Cold game, still same
Sunny days after rain, pain turn to pleasure, made a man (on God)
When the day is gone, you're all I need
When I close my eyes, it's all I see
Love me like you used to before
This the takeover
Y'all had y'all time
Now it's time to have mine
I know it's a lot to digest
Heart burn in your chest
From a rookie to a vet'
And I ain't even done yet
Writer: Bryson Potts, William Leonard Roberts II
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Cottonwood 2 is the second studio album by American rapper NLE Choppa. It was released through Warner Records and No Love Entertainment on April 14, 2023.
The album contains guest appearances from 2Rare, Lil Wayne, Lola Brooke, Modesty, Fivio Foreign, Kevin Gates, Duke Deuce, Polo G, G Herbo, Queen Naija, and Rick Ross. The sped-up, slowed-down, and instrumental versions of the album were all released on the same day.
The deluxe edition of the album was released three days later on April 17, 2023. It contains guest appearances from Gino 2x, ArrDee, Fridayy, Sexyy Red, and Russ Millions. The Deluxe 2.0 edition was released on October 27, 2023, and contains additional guest appearances from Lil Wayne, BigXthaPlug, Rob49, and Carey Washington.
It serves as a sequel to his 2019 extended play Cottonwood, which served as his first project.
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NLE ChoppaThe album contains guest appearances from 2Rare, Lil Wayne, Lola Brooke, Modesty, Fivio Foreign, Kevin Gates, Duke Deuce, Polo G, G Herbo, Queen Naija, and Rick Ross. The sped-up, slowed-down, and instrumental versions of the album were all released on the same day.
The deluxe edition of the album was released three days later on April 17, 2023. It contains guest appearances from Gino 2x, ArrDee, Fridayy, Sexyy Red, and Russ Millions. The Deluxe 2.0 edition was released on October 27, 2023, and contains additional guest appearances from Lil Wayne, BigXthaPlug, Rob49, and Carey Washington.
It serves as a sequel to his 2019 extended play Cottonwood, which served as his first project.
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap, drill
Producer(s): NLE Choppa, Akxen, Al Cres, Ambezza, Beat Club, Ben Billions, Biznezz Boi, CashMoneyAP, Cheeze Beatz, Chilbu, Chopsquad DJ, CRVS, Cubeatz, D.A. Got That Dope, DeCastro, Diito, Diorr, DJ Paul, DMac, Dougie on the Beat, Draco, EJ Stellar, Felmax, FinesseGTB, Fortune, Fridayy, Fya Man, Go Grizzly, Illmaestro, JetsonMade, Jordan Hollywood, London Jae, Madenka, Marsha K, Maru Beats, MikeFrom31st, Nfeparis, Nuki, ProducedbyKB, Real Red, Riico, Sayonara, Sean Momberger, Sebz Beats, Shottie, SkipOnDaBeat, Superstar O, The Beatsmith, Twhyxclusive, Twinz, Variations, YoungKio, Yuneer Gainz
Length: 70:50
Released: April 14th, 2023
Year: 2023