(CashMoneyAP)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shotta Flow 6
(Kio, Kio)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Said I was done, I'm back at it again
Back in the car, and we spinnin' the bin (brr)
Slide to your man, I'ma shoot at your friend (shoot at your friend)
Knock him down and then we do it again (do it again)
Glock automatic, I changed the pin (change the pin)
Pull a carjack and we change the VIN (change the VIN)
Don't give a f*ck which lane you in (yup)
Knuck if you buck, knock the brain out your skin (yup)
Tell 'em get low like we doin' limbo (brr)
'Cause I'm steppin' for sho', you get hit in your throat
Never aimin' at your motherf*ckin' toe
That's where the tag go and I up the score
Askin' my bro is he puffin' on dro
He was tellin' me "No, it's the nigga we smoked"
I didn't know until I seen a ghost
So I called up Ghostbusters and sold him a bow
Dick in her mouth, she keep gaggin' and suckin' (gaggin' and suckin')
Nut on her cheeks, she was laughin' and blushin' (laughin' and blushin')
Grabbin' my heat, I be clutchin' for nothin' (clutchin' for nothin')
Crash out elite, get to uppin' in public (uppin' in public)
Big .223 told my nigga to tuck it (brrt, brrt)
When I tell you bust it, you better start bustin'
I saw a witness, but I'm yellin' "F*ck it"
I started untuckin' and got me a bucket
Assaulted a cop when a nigga was seven
When I turned eleven, I toted a felon
My nigga was snaking, I knew I could smell it
When I'm feelin' threatened, I turn into Melly
Free Melly
One pop, we pop, we made him drop
We spinned his block, stand over tops
We never stop until our Glock go
"Pop, pop, pop" haha, click
Ayy, nigga, you know that I hit (what?)
I was up close when I splitted his shit (splitted his shit)
Banged the jit, then banged his bitch (banged his bitch)
Hunnid on it, no aim and shit (no aim and shit)
Barrel burnin', no cooling kit (no cooling kit)
Might wax, no claiming it (no claiming it)
MC with the hammer, I'm too legit (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got a bitch and she really too thick
She be throwin' her fits when she ain't gettin' dick (what?)
Really making me sick, but she do that one trick (what?)
When she split on that dick, got me cummin so quick (ayy, ayy)
And she suck like a tick (ayy, ayy)
And her throat like a crick (ayy, ayy)
Got me hard as a brick, so I shot me a flick (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, she my dawg like Vick
Ayy, do what I say, sit (like Sensei)
Say dick, dick, these niggas police, they just be undercover
Know how that be, it can be your own brother (f*ck 'em)
Got in the gutter, start singin' like Usher
But we let it burn like you f*ck with no rubber (yeah)
We let it burn like you f*ck with no jimmy
My name holdin' weight, but a nigga be skinny
I'm shiesty like Pooh, but I'm not talkin' Winnie
Shoot at your committee, I'm talkin' no kizzy
Yup, no kizzy (no kizzy)
Ayy, spin on the block 'til a nigga get dizzy (brrr)
I make 'em take a seat like he was with Wendy (brrr)
Catch him at breakfast, I catch him at the club
Like DJ Envy, give him shots of Henny (shots of henny)
How many shots? I don't know, gave him plenty
I left that boy tipsy, you shouldn't offend me (brrr)
Fall in the party, I got the bitch movin' (got the bitch movin')
All in the crowd with my motherf*ckin' jewelry (motherf*ckin' jewelry)
Reach and I get me a trial and a jury (trial and jury)
Know I'm a rapper, I'm also security (also security)
Lil' Uzi tucked up in my Amiris (in my Amiris)
F*ckin' a groupie, she screamin' up here (up here)
Bitch was too wet 'cause I knocked on her period (knocked on her period)
She said it's the dick for me, period (period)
Greatest to do it, need to bring me a trophy
Know that I'm gangster, but act like a yogi (What?)
Say you a killer, well, nigga, come show me (what, come here)
Started approachin', then he did aerobics (brrr)
So much cheese on me, I'm gettin' loaded
Put the squeeze on 'em, I left him bloated
She better on her knee, I won't sugarcoat it
She was the sidepiece but got a promotion
Glock or the Draco (Draco)
Boy, you better lay low (lay low)
Pop out when the case over (case over)
Pop out when the case closed (case closed)
Wonder where his face go (where his face go?)
Give that boy a halo (halo)
My shooter off the meds, he be tweakin' if I say so (what, yeah)
Bitch (come here)
Nigga
Ayy, ayy, 6, nigga (brrt)
Yeah, bitch (brrt)
Ayy, said I was done, I'm back at it again
Back in the car, and we spinnin' the bend
NLE Choppa - Me vs. Me Album Lyrics
NLE Choppa - Me vs. Me Lyrics
Writer: Alex Christian Jean Petit, Bryson Lashun Potts, Ryan Nerby
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Push It
(Yung Milly)
Push it, push it
We got the game in a figure-four (figure four)
Stay over there with your pick and roll (pick and roll)
Nigga, I'm callin' an ISO (ISO)
He a internet gangsta, typo (brr)
Police insured you, GEICO (brr)
Caught him lackin' at the trap like a mice bro (brr)
Gave a nigga doses out the micro (brr, brr)
Push it (push it), push it (push it)
To the limit, can't stop, I ain't pussy (can't stop, I ain't pussy)
Push it (push it), push it (push it)
Big dawg like OG Tookie (like OG Tookie)
Push it (push it), push it (push it)
Come to murder, I'ma vet to a rookie (vet to a rookie)
Push it (push it), push it (push it)
I'm the same nigga when you're not lookin' (brr)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Push it too hard, I might go into cardiac (cardiac)
I got the biggest heart, don't get a heart attack (heart attack)
I got the gang behind me like a piggyback (piggyback)
I told him that we finna do a victory lap (brr, brr)
Nigga, all across the globe, bring a few hoes
I'm puttin' this shit on the map (shit on the map)
Nigga, runnin' the game 'til I'm old, put it up in bold for when I collapse, nigga, yeah
I'm stuntin' from Monday to Sunday
I made a hunnid up in one day
We rockin' the same clothes like a junkie
I wake up to money, it come in abundance, dummy
Askin' where I came from, it was nothin' from nothin' to somethin'
They ain't see me comin', now all eyes on me
Just a G from the east now I'm all around the country, yeah
Push come to shove, we dumpin' out of Bentley trucks (brrr)
Really don't give a f*ck (brrr), as long as that man get a slug
Can't show no love, I was stuck in the mud
And you left me muddy
Now everybody my cuddy, my brodie
They love now, but back then wasn't for me (brrr)
Push it, push it
We got the game in a figure-four (figure four)
Stay over there with your pick and roll (pick and roll)
Nigga, I'm callin' an ISO (ISO)
He a internet gangsta, typo (brr)
Police insured you, GEICO (brr)
Caught him lackin' at the trap like a mice bro (brr)
Gave a nigga doses out the micro (brr, brr)
Push it (push it), push it (push it)
To the limit, can't stop, I ain't pussy (can't stop, I ain't pussy)
Push it (push it), push it (push it)
Big dawg like OG Tookie (like OG Tookie)
Push it (push it), push it (push it)
Come to murder, I'ma vet to a rookie (vet to a rookie)
Push it (push it), push it (push it)
I'm the same nigga when you're not lookin' (brr, when you not lookin')
Yeah, I put baguettes on her pussy
She don't gotta douche it (woo)
I let her push my dick in at the top floor of Tootsies
I'm pushin' pimp, but, most of these niggas pushin' pussy (pussy)
If he on the top ya, I'm tryna squish you, nigga, keep on pushin' (keep pushin')
Ready, set, go, I'm the man with the plan
I got green dots, a million spent all in the can
He had a dresser filled up with some socks
I had took that shit out and I filled it with bands (racks)
I'm on the phone with my man, in the other hand I was just cookin' the sand (woop, woop)
5th grade nigga had jumped me, I came back fifteen years and I made him all ran (nigga, run)
Half a million, I been shooting crap
I ain't really goin' for the jap (yeah, yeah, ain't going for the jap)
NLE bring the choppa, come and fix my crap (yeah, yeah, diamonds so sick)
I done got way to started, I been goin' way to harded (yeah, yeah, way too hard)
New York bitch, she live in SoHo, next to Bari (yeah, yeah, hey Bari)
Push it, push it
We got the game in a figure-four (figure four)
Stay over there with your pick and roll (pick and roll)
Nigga, I'm callin' an ISO (ISO)
He a internet gangsta, typo (brr)
Police insured you, GEICO (brr)
Caught him lackin' at the trap like a mice bro (brr)
Gave a nigga doses out the micro (brr, brr)
Push it (push it), push it (push it)
To the limit, can't stop, I ain't pussy (can't stop, I ain't pussy)
Push it (push it), push it (push it)
Big dawg like OG Tookie (like OG Tookie)
Push it (push it), push it (push it)
Come to murder, I'ma vet to a rookie (vet to a rookie)
Push it (push it), push it (push it)
I'm the same nigga when you're not lookin' (brr, when you not lookin')
(Yung Milly)
Push it, push it
We got the game in a figure-four (figure four)
Stay over there with your pick and roll (pick and roll)
Nigga, I'm callin' an ISO (ISO)
He a internet gangsta, typo (brr)
Police insured you, GEICO (brr)
Caught him lackin' at the trap like a mice bro (brr)
Gave a nigga doses out the micro (brr, brr)
Push it (push it), push it (push it)
To the limit, can't stop, I ain't pussy (can't stop, I ain't pussy)
Push it (push it), push it (push it)
Big dawg like OG Tookie (like OG Tookie)
Push it (push it), push it (push it)
Come to murder, I'ma vet to a rookie (vet to a rookie)
Push it (push it), push it (push it)
I'm the same nigga when you're not lookin' (brr)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Push it too hard, I might go into cardiac (cardiac)
I got the biggest heart, don't get a heart attack (heart attack)
I got the gang behind me like a piggyback (piggyback)
I told him that we finna do a victory lap (brr, brr)
Nigga, all across the globe, bring a few hoes
I'm puttin' this shit on the map (shit on the map)
Nigga, runnin' the game 'til I'm old, put it up in bold for when I collapse, nigga, yeah
I'm stuntin' from Monday to Sunday
I made a hunnid up in one day
We rockin' the same clothes like a junkie
I wake up to money, it come in abundance, dummy
Askin' where I came from, it was nothin' from nothin' to somethin'
They ain't see me comin', now all eyes on me
Just a G from the east now I'm all around the country, yeah
Push come to shove, we dumpin' out of Bentley trucks (brrr)
Really don't give a f*ck (brrr), as long as that man get a slug
Can't show no love, I was stuck in the mud
And you left me muddy
Now everybody my cuddy, my brodie
They love now, but back then wasn't for me (brrr)
Push it, push it
We got the game in a figure-four (figure four)
Stay over there with your pick and roll (pick and roll)
Nigga, I'm callin' an ISO (ISO)
He a internet gangsta, typo (brr)
Police insured you, GEICO (brr)
Caught him lackin' at the trap like a mice bro (brr)
Gave a nigga doses out the micro (brr, brr)
Push it (push it), push it (push it)
To the limit, can't stop, I ain't pussy (can't stop, I ain't pussy)
Push it (push it), push it (push it)
Big dawg like OG Tookie (like OG Tookie)
Push it (push it), push it (push it)
Come to murder, I'ma vet to a rookie (vet to a rookie)
Push it (push it), push it (push it)
I'm the same nigga when you're not lookin' (brr, when you not lookin')
Yeah, I put baguettes on her pussy
She don't gotta douche it (woo)
I let her push my dick in at the top floor of Tootsies
I'm pushin' pimp, but, most of these niggas pushin' pussy (pussy)
If he on the top ya, I'm tryna squish you, nigga, keep on pushin' (keep pushin')
Ready, set, go, I'm the man with the plan
I got green dots, a million spent all in the can
He had a dresser filled up with some socks
I had took that shit out and I filled it with bands (racks)
I'm on the phone with my man, in the other hand I was just cookin' the sand (woop, woop)
5th grade nigga had jumped me, I came back fifteen years and I made him all ran (nigga, run)
Half a million, I been shooting crap
I ain't really goin' for the jap (yeah, yeah, ain't going for the jap)
NLE bring the choppa, come and fix my crap (yeah, yeah, diamonds so sick)
I done got way to started, I been goin' way to harded (yeah, yeah, way too hard)
New York bitch, she live in SoHo, next to Bari (yeah, yeah, hey Bari)
Push it, push it
We got the game in a figure-four (figure four)
Stay over there with your pick and roll (pick and roll)
Nigga, I'm callin' an ISO (ISO)
He a internet gangsta, typo (brr)
Police insured you, GEICO (brr)
Caught him lackin' at the trap like a mice bro (brr)
Gave a nigga doses out the micro (brr, brr)
Push it (push it), push it (push it)
To the limit, can't stop, I ain't pussy (can't stop, I ain't pussy)
Push it (push it), push it (push it)
Big dawg like OG Tookie (like OG Tookie)
Push it (push it), push it (push it)
Come to murder, I'ma vet to a rookie (vet to a rookie)
Push it (push it), push it (push it)
I'm the same nigga when you're not lookin' (brr, when you not lookin')
(Yung Milly)
Writer: Almer Ament, Bryson Lashun Potts, Hidde Ament, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Lloyd Sekyere
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Jumpin
(CashMoneyAP)
Thumbin' through, blue hundreds, yeah
Lotta, money (Kio)
I say, ayy, ayy
Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on comin'
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumpy
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it's about money
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin'
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (ju-ju-ju-jumpin')
Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on comin'
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumpy
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it's about money
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin'
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (ju-ju-ju-jumpin')
Hundred band, hundred band, guns in the Sprinter van
Never play middleman, we gotta get a man (we gotta get a man)
If I don't feel a man, we gotta kill a man
Spin like a ceilin' fan, not for the dividends
Reapin' the benefits like he an immigrant
Lot of artillery, special delivery
Show my agility and my ability
Go on a killing spree like we the military (let's go, let's go)
Play with my cash and I'm on your ass
Like the pockets on the back of your pants (back of your pants)
Lay on my stash like it was a mattress
Pillowcase filled up with my bands (up with my bands)
Couple grand in the attic, 'nother grand like magic, that's mathematics
Gettin' paid is a habit, ballin' like I was a Maverick or John Madden
Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on comin'
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumpy
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it's about money
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin'
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (ju-ju-ju-jumpin')
Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on comin'
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumpy
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it's about money
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin'
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (ju-ju-ju-jumpin')
I'm thumbin' through bands and racks
Deep in that water, bitch, it ain't no friends in that
First nigga playin' get whacked
Scope on a new Glock, I got a lens attached
Like my shooter got aim assist
He bound to hit anything that he blammin' at
Catch him and bang him quick
Empty the clip, twelve hollows gon' lay in his back, uh
Uh, money counters beepin'
Blue strip dreams while I'm sleepin'
.40 with a beam if they creepin'
Too Turnt Gang what I'm bleedin'
Snatch who chain? Bitch, I'm squeezin'
Bullets patch his brain, he ain't breathin'
Was posted in the rain with some heathens
Look how far I came, they can't believe it
Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on comin'
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumpy
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it's about money
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin'
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (ju-ju-ju-jumpin')
Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on comin'
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumpy
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it's about money
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin'
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (ju-ju-ju-jumpin')
Thumbin' through, blue hundreds, yeah
Lotta, money (Kio)
I say, ayy, ayy
Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on comin'
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumpy
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it's about money
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin'
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (ju-ju-ju-jumpin')
Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on comin'
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumpy
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it's about money
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin'
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (ju-ju-ju-jumpin')
Hundred band, hundred band, guns in the Sprinter van
Never play middleman, we gotta get a man (we gotta get a man)
If I don't feel a man, we gotta kill a man
Spin like a ceilin' fan, not for the dividends
Reapin' the benefits like he an immigrant
Lot of artillery, special delivery
Show my agility and my ability
Go on a killing spree like we the military (let's go, let's go)
Play with my cash and I'm on your ass
Like the pockets on the back of your pants (back of your pants)
Lay on my stash like it was a mattress
Pillowcase filled up with my bands (up with my bands)
Couple grand in the attic, 'nother grand like magic, that's mathematics
Gettin' paid is a habit, ballin' like I was a Maverick or John Madden
Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on comin'
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumpy
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it's about money
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin'
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (ju-ju-ju-jumpin')
Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on comin'
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumpy
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it's about money
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin'
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (ju-ju-ju-jumpin')
I'm thumbin' through bands and racks
Deep in that water, bitch, it ain't no friends in that
First nigga playin' get whacked
Scope on a new Glock, I got a lens attached
Like my shooter got aim assist
He bound to hit anything that he blammin' at
Catch him and bang him quick
Empty the clip, twelve hollows gon' lay in his back, uh
Uh, money counters beepin'
Blue strip dreams while I'm sleepin'
.40 with a beam if they creepin'
Too Turnt Gang what I'm bleedin'
Snatch who chain? Bitch, I'm squeezin'
Bullets patch his brain, he ain't breathin'
Was posted in the rain with some heathens
Look how far I came, they can't believe it
Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on comin'
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumpy
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it's about money
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin'
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (ju-ju-ju-jumpin')
Rubber band hundreds, this shit keep on comin'
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumpy
He a ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it's about money
I'm th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin'
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (ju-ju-ju-jumpin')
Writer: Alex Petit, Bryson Potts, Carlos Munoz, Dylan De Graaff, Taurus Bartlett, Carter Lang, Daniel Moras Raab, Hans Noomen, Jordan Ware, Kiowa Roukema
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Trap Phone
Ayy
Ayy, check my pockets, what I made today (what I made today)
Used to be schemin' on a lick just to cop the brand new Js (brand new Js)
Yeah, and I can't lie, you know I paved the way (paved the way)
Let plenty niggas up in the door, they was ridin' my wave (that was ridin' my wave)
Yeah, ayy, trap phone ringin'
Choker chain blingin'
Two hoes double teamin' (teamin')
Yeah, I got 'em fightin' over semen
Tellin' me they love me, but I don't know the meanin' (meanin')
Ayy, I break that shit out when it's time to play
Got SK's and dirty K's
I catch fades, the barber away
My last kill I played the role of a snake, how I snaked the snake
Last drill tried to put a ape on a shirt like it's Bathing Ape
Ayy, you on some tough shit
I'm on some shit that get you bust quick
Watch your mouth 'cause I bet this Glock 27 hush shit
Why he run, boy? You know that back shot ugly
Green tips, blue tips, slime got a cousin
Can't believe that I'm really rich, but never sent a hit (never sent a hit)
Billion streams up, I did a drill with my nigga bitch (on God)
Head coach of the gang and I'm still in the field with it (on God)
Bust a nigga brain, and told his brother come and deal with me (on God)
Ayy, check my pockets, what I made today (what I made today)
Used to be schemin' on a lick just to cop the brand new Js (brand new Js)
Yeah, and I can't lie, you know I paved the way (paved the way)
Let plenty niggas up in the door, they was ridin' my wave (that was ridin' my wave)
Yeah, ayy, trap phone ringin'
Choker chain blingin'
Two hoes double teamin' (teamin')
Yeah, I got 'em fightin' over semen
Tellin' me they love me, but I don't know the meanin' (don't know the meanin')
Two Glocks get shot, give a nigga a Glock shell (brrt)
Your top get cropped, then I'm goin' to make bail (brrt)
Y'all niggas act good, all my opps be Denzel (brrt)
Saw him, he ran, bitch, you know how to tuck a tail (brrt)
Ayy, and I ain't never told shit
Since a youngin' I've been Loc'in
I move in slow motion (Crip, Crip, Crip)
He was scared to come out, I kick the door in
Put the pole in his brother's mouth, say somthin', unload it (say some' nigga)
I'm in this bitch with a whole lot of shottas
Whole lot of straps so hakuna matata
Better tell 'em chill 'fore it be a problem
Fifty shots in the Glock, no doctor
Nigga think it's sweet, so I shot him
God got a meet and greet for a robber
Choppa make him do the NLE Choppa
Leave him in the streets when I caught him
Ayy, check my pockets, what I made today (what I made today)
Used to be schemin' on a lick just to cop the brand new Js (brand new Js)
Yeah, and I can't lie, you know I paved the way (paved the way)
Let plenty niggas up in the door, they was ridin' my wave (that was ridin' my wave)
Yeah, ayy, trap phone ringin'
Choker chain blingin'
Two hoes double teamin' (teamin')
Yeah, I got 'em fightin' over semen
Tellin' me they love me, but I don't know the meanin' (don't know the meanin', dawg)
NLE, Top Shotta
Got the bomb like Al-Qaeda
Go get the doctor, main shotta, main slaughter
Ayy, check my pockets, what I made today (what I made today)
Used to be schemin' on a lick just to cop the brand new Js (brand new Js)
Yeah, and I can't lie, you know I paved the way (paved the way)
Let plenty niggas up in the door, they was ridin' my wave (that was ridin' my wave)
Yeah, ayy, trap phone ringin'
Choker chain blingin'
Two hoes double teamin' (teamin')
Yeah, I got 'em fightin' over semen
Tellin' me they love me, but I don't know the meanin' (meanin')
Ayy, I break that shit out when it's time to play
Got SK's and dirty K's
I catch fades, the barber away
My last kill I played the role of a snake, how I snaked the snake
Last drill tried to put a ape on a shirt like it's Bathing Ape
Ayy, you on some tough shit
I'm on some shit that get you bust quick
Watch your mouth 'cause I bet this Glock 27 hush shit
Why he run, boy? You know that back shot ugly
Green tips, blue tips, slime got a cousin
Can't believe that I'm really rich, but never sent a hit (never sent a hit)
Billion streams up, I did a drill with my nigga bitch (on God)
Head coach of the gang and I'm still in the field with it (on God)
Bust a nigga brain, and told his brother come and deal with me (on God)
Ayy, check my pockets, what I made today (what I made today)
Used to be schemin' on a lick just to cop the brand new Js (brand new Js)
Yeah, and I can't lie, you know I paved the way (paved the way)
Let plenty niggas up in the door, they was ridin' my wave (that was ridin' my wave)
Yeah, ayy, trap phone ringin'
Choker chain blingin'
Two hoes double teamin' (teamin')
Yeah, I got 'em fightin' over semen
Tellin' me they love me, but I don't know the meanin' (don't know the meanin')
Two Glocks get shot, give a nigga a Glock shell (brrt)
Your top get cropped, then I'm goin' to make bail (brrt)
Y'all niggas act good, all my opps be Denzel (brrt)
Saw him, he ran, bitch, you know how to tuck a tail (brrt)
Ayy, and I ain't never told shit
Since a youngin' I've been Loc'in
I move in slow motion (Crip, Crip, Crip)
He was scared to come out, I kick the door in
Put the pole in his brother's mouth, say somthin', unload it (say some' nigga)
I'm in this bitch with a whole lot of shottas
Whole lot of straps so hakuna matata
Better tell 'em chill 'fore it be a problem
Fifty shots in the Glock, no doctor
Nigga think it's sweet, so I shot him
God got a meet and greet for a robber
Choppa make him do the NLE Choppa
Leave him in the streets when I caught him
Ayy, check my pockets, what I made today (what I made today)
Used to be schemin' on a lick just to cop the brand new Js (brand new Js)
Yeah, and I can't lie, you know I paved the way (paved the way)
Let plenty niggas up in the door, they was ridin' my wave (that was ridin' my wave)
Yeah, ayy, trap phone ringin'
Choker chain blingin'
Two hoes double teamin' (teamin')
Yeah, I got 'em fightin' over semen
Tellin' me they love me, but I don't know the meanin' (don't know the meanin', dawg)
NLE, Top Shotta
Got the bomb like Al-Qaeda
Go get the doctor, main shotta, main slaughter
Writer: Bryson Potts, Joshua Howard Luellen, Lewis Ellis
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Final Warning
Dun, dun, dun
NLE the Top Shotta got bombs like Al-Qaeda
(Damn E, this shit exclusive)
Ayy, ayy
Never send a threat on the internet just to prove a point
That dissin', don't get into that, we leavin' that to the informants
Don't inform me about who informin', that's yo' final warnin'
7.62's sting like a Bumblebee, he start transformin'
Send yo' homies on the drill, but they ain't never make it back
Shoot up the Scat, we left it flat, he died on the impact
My shooter he a gym rat, but never mentioned who he cracked
And put you on the news, and I bet his family viewed that
Slide by myself before I call a nigga
My fingernails dirty 'cause I'm still a gravedigger
And we ain't cappin' on wax, if we never pulled the trigger
And Goon steady puttin' Jimmy Glow up in his Swisher (Jimmy)
Never been the one to save the day, I'm the one clutchin' on the Drac'
Make sure he don't get away, a opp the only thing I chase
In a full race the back of his neck hit the ground to the K
Walk up to him, C Grape stood over, put one in his face
Murkin' what my soul say, I'm slidin' with this stowaway
My heater for a cold day
Leave a nigga in disarray (come here, come here, come here)
Better stay up in the house
Like the nigga from That's So Raven (come here, come here, come here, yeah)
Catch that nigga walkin' out (yeah, yeah)
We in the bushes, we been waitin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Never send a threat on the internet just to prove a point
That dissin', don't get into that, we leavin' that to the informants
Don't inform me about who informin', that's yo' final warnin'
7.62's sting like a Bumblebee, he start transformin'
Send yo' homies on the drill, but they ain't never make it back
Shoot up the Scat, we left it flat, he died on the impact
My shooter he a gym rat, but never mentioned who he cracked
And put you on the news, and I bet his family viewed that
Ayy, smilin' on my mugshot 'cause I know my bond money good
I ain't missed a heartbeat, I'm out the next day it's understood (bitch, it's understood)
To the Broward County Police, lick my nuts and suck my wood (tell 'em, "Suck my dick")
First day tray and nigga you start muggin', wish a nigga would
Doin' donuts in the SRT, I crashed into a tree (skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Rolls truck the next week, money ain't been shit to me
Ridin' with a full clip, but the gas tank on E
Slidin' like a cruise ship, wet you up like a jet ski (come here, come here)
Livin' to a hundred and three, that's the OG Grape in me
Auntie wanna pray for me, better pray for my enemies
Life ain't gave me lemons so I start clutchin' the lemon squeeze
Had a AR F15, And two Glocks,.223's (like I'm George)
Never send a threat on the internet just to prove a point
That dissin', don't get into that, we leavin' that to the informants
Don't inform me about who informin', that's yo' final warnin'
7.62's sting like a Bumblebee, he start transformin'
Send yo' homies on the drill, but they ain't never make it back
Shoot up the Scat, we left it flat, he died on the impact
My shooter he a gym rat, but never mentioned who he cracked
And put you on the news, and I bet his family viewed that
NLE the Top Shotta got bombs like Al-Qaeda
(Damn E, this shit exclusive)
Ayy, ayy
Never send a threat on the internet just to prove a point
That dissin', don't get into that, we leavin' that to the informants
Don't inform me about who informin', that's yo' final warnin'
7.62's sting like a Bumblebee, he start transformin'
Send yo' homies on the drill, but they ain't never make it back
Shoot up the Scat, we left it flat, he died on the impact
My shooter he a gym rat, but never mentioned who he cracked
And put you on the news, and I bet his family viewed that
Slide by myself before I call a nigga
My fingernails dirty 'cause I'm still a gravedigger
And we ain't cappin' on wax, if we never pulled the trigger
And Goon steady puttin' Jimmy Glow up in his Swisher (Jimmy)
Never been the one to save the day, I'm the one clutchin' on the Drac'
Make sure he don't get away, a opp the only thing I chase
In a full race the back of his neck hit the ground to the K
Walk up to him, C Grape stood over, put one in his face
Murkin' what my soul say, I'm slidin' with this stowaway
My heater for a cold day
Leave a nigga in disarray (come here, come here, come here)
Better stay up in the house
Like the nigga from That's So Raven (come here, come here, come here, yeah)
Catch that nigga walkin' out (yeah, yeah)
We in the bushes, we been waitin' (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Never send a threat on the internet just to prove a point
That dissin', don't get into that, we leavin' that to the informants
Don't inform me about who informin', that's yo' final warnin'
7.62's sting like a Bumblebee, he start transformin'
Send yo' homies on the drill, but they ain't never make it back
Shoot up the Scat, we left it flat, he died on the impact
My shooter he a gym rat, but never mentioned who he cracked
And put you on the news, and I bet his family viewed that
Ayy, smilin' on my mugshot 'cause I know my bond money good
I ain't missed a heartbeat, I'm out the next day it's understood (bitch, it's understood)
To the Broward County Police, lick my nuts and suck my wood (tell 'em, "Suck my dick")
First day tray and nigga you start muggin', wish a nigga would
Doin' donuts in the SRT, I crashed into a tree (skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Rolls truck the next week, money ain't been shit to me
Ridin' with a full clip, but the gas tank on E
Slidin' like a cruise ship, wet you up like a jet ski (come here, come here)
Livin' to a hundred and three, that's the OG Grape in me
Auntie wanna pray for me, better pray for my enemies
Life ain't gave me lemons so I start clutchin' the lemon squeeze
Had a AR F15, And two Glocks,.223's (like I'm George)
Never send a threat on the internet just to prove a point
That dissin', don't get into that, we leavin' that to the informants
Don't inform me about who informin', that's yo' final warnin'
7.62's sting like a Bumblebee, he start transformin'
Send yo' homies on the drill, but they ain't never make it back
Shoot up the Scat, we left it flat, he died on the impact
My shooter he a gym rat, but never mentioned who he cracked
And put you on the news, and I bet his family viewed that
Writer: Bryson Potts, Elisner Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
I.Y.B.
(Cook that shit up, Quay) yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, NLE, yeah, yeah
What I say? Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Knuck if you buck, buck
Glizzy got some big nuts (got some nuts)
I'ma get a nigga touched
I had to kill such and such (bitch)
Knuck if you dumb, bitch (knuck)
Glizzy got a whole dick (yeah, yeah)
If a nigga move wrong (yeah, yeah)
He gon' get his ass hit (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Push his wig back like a nigga receding (push it)
Shoot him in the stomach, them bullets he eatin' (brrrt)
Pop him in his top, then his brain start leakin'
Better shut the f*ck up when a nigga start speakin' (ooh-ooh)
Knock a nigga weight off like I'm doing lipo
Yeah, I'm a psycho, strapped like a dyke ho
Put insurance on yourself, nigga, you a Geico (yeah)
I ain't never wrote a statement, nigga, you a typo (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gave the opps a pass, so them niggas really lucky (they lucky)
I see these niggas lookin' at me, bet you ain't gon' touch me (bitch ass)
Pretty Ricky glizzy, but this shit can get ugly (brrrt, brrrt)
Shoot a nigga in his face if he start muggin' (brrrt, brrrt)
Hop in the steamer, this bitch is a Beamer
Back in the kitchen like I was Anita (Baker)
Say she want kids, so I'm gonna feed her
Her nigga got wrong, so I had to beat him (bitch)
Don't get wrong, bitch, I love redrum
Got a whole lot of bread, I ain't talkin' 'bout crumbs (yeah, yeah)
Got a whole lotta shots, come get you some
If a nigga that dumb, I'ma blow like a bomb (yeah, yeah)
Knuck if you buck, buck
Glizzy got some big nuts
I'ma get a nigga touched
I had to kill such and such (had to)
Knuck if you dumb, bitch
Glizzy got a whole dick (yeah, bitch)
If a nigga move wrong
He gon' get his ass hit (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, NLE, yeah, yeah
What I say? Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Knuck if you buck, buck
Glizzy got some big nuts (got some nuts)
I'ma get a nigga touched
I had to kill such and such (bitch)
Knuck if you dumb, bitch (knuck)
Glizzy got a whole dick (yeah, yeah)
If a nigga move wrong (yeah, yeah)
He gon' get his ass hit (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Push his wig back like a nigga receding (push it)
Shoot him in the stomach, them bullets he eatin' (brrrt)
Pop him in his top, then his brain start leakin'
Better shut the f*ck up when a nigga start speakin' (ooh-ooh)
Knock a nigga weight off like I'm doing lipo
Yeah, I'm a psycho, strapped like a dyke ho
Put insurance on yourself, nigga, you a Geico (yeah)
I ain't never wrote a statement, nigga, you a typo (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gave the opps a pass, so them niggas really lucky (they lucky)
I see these niggas lookin' at me, bet you ain't gon' touch me (bitch ass)
Pretty Ricky glizzy, but this shit can get ugly (brrrt, brrrt)
Shoot a nigga in his face if he start muggin' (brrrt, brrrt)
Hop in the steamer, this bitch is a Beamer
Back in the kitchen like I was Anita (Baker)
Say she want kids, so I'm gonna feed her
Her nigga got wrong, so I had to beat him (bitch)
Don't get wrong, bitch, I love redrum
Got a whole lot of bread, I ain't talkin' 'bout crumbs (yeah, yeah)
Got a whole lotta shots, come get you some
If a nigga that dumb, I'ma blow like a bomb (yeah, yeah)
Knuck if you buck, buck
Glizzy got some big nuts
I'ma get a nigga touched
I had to kill such and such (had to)
Knuck if you dumb, bitch
Glizzy got a whole dick (yeah, bitch)
If a nigga move wrong
He gon' get his ass hit (yeah)
Writer: Bryson Potts, Christopher N'quay Rosser
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Stompin
TKO, got that boy screamin'
Man, you know what the f*ck goin' on
Big Dracs
Ayy
Foot on they necks, I be stompin' on niggas
Ain't wearin' no vest, I ain't duckin' no niggas
Ain't runnin' from triggers
I look down the barrel, tell him pull it since he think he really a killer
He'll look like that 'til he pop him a jigga
I see through these bitches like Snapchat filters
If I miss a target, must've been dreamin'
I never miss a shot when I'm tryna sick him
Born with this aim since I came out my mother
I'm CJ McCollum when it hit the buzzer
You can ask my brother how niggas turned into a Gusher
When I upped the Drac' then I bust 'em
My nigga say, "F*ck 'em," so you know it's f*ck 'em
I f*cked him over then f*cked on his lover
I didn't use a rubber, gotta feel when I cut her
Say she love when I slut her, but I never cuff her
Nigga, nope
Fly like Peter Pan
Bitch, you know I've been a man
All black Batman with my niggas robbin'
Gun got a wingspan, lay 'em down like he on a bean bag
Shoot the whole crew where his team at
Took 'em out the loop when I shoot in a coupe with a deuce-deuce
Let this loose at your door, mailman
Finger f*cked the K, I seduced, better duck like a goose
When I'm out the roof shootin' like a mad man
Say he caught a hat, where the body at?
When you find that motherf*cker call me back
If you was touched on my bail, I ain't proud of that
There was somethin' tellin' me to double back
And I been had a body, we been beatin' those
Tell 'em free Tevo, this shit TKO, and you know how that go
Me and my brother, we murdership goals
Foot on they necks, I be stompin' on niggas
Ain't wearin' no vest, I ain't duckin' no niggas
Ain't runnin' from triggers
I look down the barrel, tell him pull it since he think he really a killer
He'll look like that 'til he pop him a jigga
I see through these bitches like Snapchat filters
If I miss a target, must've been dreamin'
I never miss a shot when I'm tryna sick him
Born with this aim since I came out my mother
I'm CJ McCollum when it hit the buzzer
You can ask my brother how niggas turned into a Gusher
When I upped the Drac' then I bust 'em
My nigga say, "F*ck 'em," so you know it's f*ck 'em
I f*cked him over then f*cked on his lover
I didn't use a rubber, gotta feel when I cut her
Say she love when I slut her, but I never cuff her
Never cuff her, never wife her, the only thing she get is pipe
Told her that we got a date today, but she gettin' dick tonight
Know it ain't right
She tellin' me she need me in her life, but I want her friend, shiesty
Catchin' me without my pipe, unlikely
Have you ever seen Mike with an Ike?
Turned it up a notch, now I've been gettin' global
Bitches on my crotch, overseas and local
Take a seat and watch me, never lose your focus
Told bro to spot me, too much weight, I'm loadin'
Which one you boys the boldest?
Reach for this charm, you die while you posin'
Reach for this chain, you dyin' in motion
Leave him stuck, hypnosis
Kept the pride he was holdin', yeah, yeah
Livin' a life that these rappers be rappin' 'bout
Let's take a lie detector see who cappin' now
Graduated from the streets with a cap and gown
First degree on my body count
Ayy, how many we popped? Get a headcount
Made bro recount, get the right amount
Last nigga, he ratted, he dead now
Foot on they necks, I be stompin' on niggas
Ain't wearin' no vest, I ain't duckin' no niggas
Ain't runnin' from triggers
I look down the barrel, tell him pull it since he think he really a killer
He'll look like that 'til he pop him a jigga
I see through these bitches like Snapchat filters
If I miss a target, must've been dreamin'
I never miss a shot when I'm tryna sick him
Born with this aim since I came out my mother
I'm CJ McCollum when it hit the buzzer
You can ask my brother how niggas turned into a Gusher
When I upped the Drac' then I bust 'em
My nigga say, "F*ck 'em," so you know it's f*ck 'em
I f*cked him over then f*cked on his lover
I didn't use a rubber, gotta feel when I cut her
Say she love when I slut her, but I never cuff her
I never cuff her
NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Man, you know what the f*ck goin' on
Big Dracs
Ayy
Foot on they necks, I be stompin' on niggas
Ain't wearin' no vest, I ain't duckin' no niggas
Ain't runnin' from triggers
I look down the barrel, tell him pull it since he think he really a killer
He'll look like that 'til he pop him a jigga
I see through these bitches like Snapchat filters
If I miss a target, must've been dreamin'
I never miss a shot when I'm tryna sick him
Born with this aim since I came out my mother
I'm CJ McCollum when it hit the buzzer
You can ask my brother how niggas turned into a Gusher
When I upped the Drac' then I bust 'em
My nigga say, "F*ck 'em," so you know it's f*ck 'em
I f*cked him over then f*cked on his lover
I didn't use a rubber, gotta feel when I cut her
Say she love when I slut her, but I never cuff her
Nigga, nope
Fly like Peter Pan
Bitch, you know I've been a man
All black Batman with my niggas robbin'
Gun got a wingspan, lay 'em down like he on a bean bag
Shoot the whole crew where his team at
Took 'em out the loop when I shoot in a coupe with a deuce-deuce
Let this loose at your door, mailman
Finger f*cked the K, I seduced, better duck like a goose
When I'm out the roof shootin' like a mad man
Say he caught a hat, where the body at?
When you find that motherf*cker call me back
If you was touched on my bail, I ain't proud of that
There was somethin' tellin' me to double back
And I been had a body, we been beatin' those
Tell 'em free Tevo, this shit TKO, and you know how that go
Me and my brother, we murdership goals
Foot on they necks, I be stompin' on niggas
Ain't wearin' no vest, I ain't duckin' no niggas
Ain't runnin' from triggers
I look down the barrel, tell him pull it since he think he really a killer
He'll look like that 'til he pop him a jigga
I see through these bitches like Snapchat filters
If I miss a target, must've been dreamin'
I never miss a shot when I'm tryna sick him
Born with this aim since I came out my mother
I'm CJ McCollum when it hit the buzzer
You can ask my brother how niggas turned into a Gusher
When I upped the Drac' then I bust 'em
My nigga say, "F*ck 'em," so you know it's f*ck 'em
I f*cked him over then f*cked on his lover
I didn't use a rubber, gotta feel when I cut her
Say she love when I slut her, but I never cuff her
Never cuff her, never wife her, the only thing she get is pipe
Told her that we got a date today, but she gettin' dick tonight
Know it ain't right
She tellin' me she need me in her life, but I want her friend, shiesty
Catchin' me without my pipe, unlikely
Have you ever seen Mike with an Ike?
Turned it up a notch, now I've been gettin' global
Bitches on my crotch, overseas and local
Take a seat and watch me, never lose your focus
Told bro to spot me, too much weight, I'm loadin'
Which one you boys the boldest?
Reach for this charm, you die while you posin'
Reach for this chain, you dyin' in motion
Leave him stuck, hypnosis
Kept the pride he was holdin', yeah, yeah
Livin' a life that these rappers be rappin' 'bout
Let's take a lie detector see who cappin' now
Graduated from the streets with a cap and gown
First degree on my body count
Ayy, how many we popped? Get a headcount
Made bro recount, get the right amount
Last nigga, he ratted, he dead now
Foot on they necks, I be stompin' on niggas
Ain't wearin' no vest, I ain't duckin' no niggas
Ain't runnin' from triggers
I look down the barrel, tell him pull it since he think he really a killer
He'll look like that 'til he pop him a jigga
I see through these bitches like Snapchat filters
If I miss a target, must've been dreamin'
I never miss a shot when I'm tryna sick him
Born with this aim since I came out my mother
I'm CJ McCollum when it hit the buzzer
You can ask my brother how niggas turned into a Gusher
When I upped the Drac' then I bust 'em
My nigga say, "F*ck 'em," so you know it's f*ck 'em
I f*cked him over then f*cked on his lover
I didn't use a rubber, gotta feel when I cut her
Say she love when I slut her, but I never cuff her
I never cuff her
NLE, Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Writer: Aidan James Barrett, Bryson Potts, Raphael Udo III
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Change My Ways
(G-Got it on smash)
(OG Parker)
Ayy, mm, mm, mm, mm
Damn
Mm-hm
Ayy, mm, mm, mm, mm (hell nah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hop out on the block, turn him to a sprinter (turn him to a sprinter)
I'm not in my car, I'm in a rental (I'm in a rental)
If that nigga want beef, take him to dinner (ayy)
I love my Glock, got a lil' kick in her (ayy)
Nigga know what goin' on (ayy)
We ain't talkin' on the phones (ayy)
If he don't leave me 'lone, I'ma have to get him gone (ayy)
Retarded with this choppa like a nigga missin' chromosome (ayy)
After we drop his body we gon' go and dump him on (ayy)
Don't run from this ass whoopin' (ass whoopin')
And if you run, I grab my gun (grab my gun)
Ayy, shoot him in his back or some (back or some)
I know he's dead, he's not shakin' (not shakin')
Police call me, beat that case (beat that case)
Before I eat, I say my grace (say my grace)
I seen my Crips and shake up Grape (shake up Grape)
You know that I can't change my ways (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, I'm a creative thinker
Blunt in my finger
Catch me a rapper, make him turn him to a singer (brrr)
Saw bitch in his eyes when a nigga had seen him
If a nigga had the pipe, I would have damn near cleaned him
In the trap, fool, with the sack, fool, sellin' dog food (trap, trap)
Hit the back door 'cause a nigga seen the law, fool
Nigga had to shoot him because he a tall dude (ayy, ayy)
I ain't finna fight no man, I'm a small dude (ayy, ayy)
We was them niggas trappin' with them K's
The difference between me and you, bitch, I'm paid (I'm paid)
Bullet flew past my face in the shootout, I'm brave (I'm brave)
If he send a diss, then he gon' die today
Paid that bitch just to give me the drop (brrr)
I'ma trade him a Draco for another Glock (a Glock)
Little do he know that choppa dirty as a mop
Man, I needed me some shoes 'cause I ran from the narcs
Hop out on the block, turn him to a sprinter (turn him to a sprinter)
I'm not in my car, I'm in a rental (I'm in a rental)
If that nigga want beef, take him to dinner (ayy)
I love my Glock, got a lil' kick in her (got a lil' kick in her)
Nigga know what goin' on (ayy)
We ain't talkin' on the phones (ayy)
If he don't leave me 'lone, I'ma have to get him gone (ayy)
Retarded with this choppa like a nigga missin' chromosome (missin' chromosome)
After we drop his body we gon' go and dump him on (dump him on)
Don't run from this ass whoopin' (ass whoopin')
And if he run, I grab my gun (grab my gun)
Ayy, shoot him in his back or some (back or some)
I know he's dead, he's not shakin' (not shakin')
Police call me, beat that case (beat that case)
Before I eat, I say my grace (say my grace)
I seen my Crips and shake up Grape (shake up Grape)
You know that I can't change my ways (yeah, yeah)
Can't change my ways for a bitch nigga
You told what you saw, you a snitch nigga (rat)
And where I'm from, keep a stick, nigga
And keep you a mask when you stick niggas (brrt)
And keep you a glove when you blick niggas
I don't pop shit, I pop gun triggers
I'm the KKK 'cause I keep killin' niggas (brrt, brrt, brrt)
I don't care where you at, we gon' finish niggas
Kill a nigga then pop up at the wake
Slime in the cut, he got popped by a Grape (slime)
Face shot out the Drac', ain't no way he gon' make it
Tell his mama that I did it, better get your baby
White boy in the cut with the guns, Slim Shady
White boy with the bomb in the cut, Tom Brady
I'm all ready on gang, why this nigga try to play?
Hollow tip for a cop if that nigga try to tase me
Ayy, mm, mm, mm, mm (NLE the Top Shotta, bombs like Al-Qaeda)
Shit get spooky, nigga, no cap (NLE the Top Shotta got the bombs like Al-Qaeda)
This shit get real fishy, on God (NLE the Top Shotta got the bombs like Al-Qaeda)
We creep around these streets, hunnid deep (NLE the Top Shotta got the bombs like Al-Qaeda)
We'll do that
We'll do that, give that boy a blue bag
We'll do that
Hunnid some shots, come do that, brrt
Brrt, brrt, brrt
Ayy, brrt, brrt, brrt
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
(OG Parker)
Ayy, mm, mm, mm, mm
Damn
Mm-hm
Ayy, mm, mm, mm, mm (hell nah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hop out on the block, turn him to a sprinter (turn him to a sprinter)
I'm not in my car, I'm in a rental (I'm in a rental)
If that nigga want beef, take him to dinner (ayy)
I love my Glock, got a lil' kick in her (ayy)
Nigga know what goin' on (ayy)
We ain't talkin' on the phones (ayy)
If he don't leave me 'lone, I'ma have to get him gone (ayy)
Retarded with this choppa like a nigga missin' chromosome (ayy)
After we drop his body we gon' go and dump him on (ayy)
Don't run from this ass whoopin' (ass whoopin')
And if you run, I grab my gun (grab my gun)
Ayy, shoot him in his back or some (back or some)
I know he's dead, he's not shakin' (not shakin')
Police call me, beat that case (beat that case)
Before I eat, I say my grace (say my grace)
I seen my Crips and shake up Grape (shake up Grape)
You know that I can't change my ways (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, I'm a creative thinker
Blunt in my finger
Catch me a rapper, make him turn him to a singer (brrr)
Saw bitch in his eyes when a nigga had seen him
If a nigga had the pipe, I would have damn near cleaned him
In the trap, fool, with the sack, fool, sellin' dog food (trap, trap)
Hit the back door 'cause a nigga seen the law, fool
Nigga had to shoot him because he a tall dude (ayy, ayy)
I ain't finna fight no man, I'm a small dude (ayy, ayy)
We was them niggas trappin' with them K's
The difference between me and you, bitch, I'm paid (I'm paid)
Bullet flew past my face in the shootout, I'm brave (I'm brave)
If he send a diss, then he gon' die today
Paid that bitch just to give me the drop (brrr)
I'ma trade him a Draco for another Glock (a Glock)
Little do he know that choppa dirty as a mop
Man, I needed me some shoes 'cause I ran from the narcs
Hop out on the block, turn him to a sprinter (turn him to a sprinter)
I'm not in my car, I'm in a rental (I'm in a rental)
If that nigga want beef, take him to dinner (ayy)
I love my Glock, got a lil' kick in her (got a lil' kick in her)
Nigga know what goin' on (ayy)
We ain't talkin' on the phones (ayy)
If he don't leave me 'lone, I'ma have to get him gone (ayy)
Retarded with this choppa like a nigga missin' chromosome (missin' chromosome)
After we drop his body we gon' go and dump him on (dump him on)
Don't run from this ass whoopin' (ass whoopin')
And if he run, I grab my gun (grab my gun)
Ayy, shoot him in his back or some (back or some)
I know he's dead, he's not shakin' (not shakin')
Police call me, beat that case (beat that case)
Before I eat, I say my grace (say my grace)
I seen my Crips and shake up Grape (shake up Grape)
You know that I can't change my ways (yeah, yeah)
Can't change my ways for a bitch nigga
You told what you saw, you a snitch nigga (rat)
And where I'm from, keep a stick, nigga
And keep you a mask when you stick niggas (brrt)
And keep you a glove when you blick niggas
I don't pop shit, I pop gun triggers
I'm the KKK 'cause I keep killin' niggas (brrt, brrt, brrt)
I don't care where you at, we gon' finish niggas
Kill a nigga then pop up at the wake
Slime in the cut, he got popped by a Grape (slime)
Face shot out the Drac', ain't no way he gon' make it
Tell his mama that I did it, better get your baby
White boy in the cut with the guns, Slim Shady
White boy with the bomb in the cut, Tom Brady
I'm all ready on gang, why this nigga try to play?
Hollow tip for a cop if that nigga try to tase me
Ayy, mm, mm, mm, mm (NLE the Top Shotta, bombs like Al-Qaeda)
Shit get spooky, nigga, no cap (NLE the Top Shotta got the bombs like Al-Qaeda)
This shit get real fishy, on God (NLE the Top Shotta got the bombs like Al-Qaeda)
We creep around these streets, hunnid deep (NLE the Top Shotta got the bombs like Al-Qaeda)
We'll do that
We'll do that, give that boy a blue bag
We'll do that
Hunnid some shots, come do that, brrt
Brrt, brrt, brrt
Ayy, brrt, brrt, brrt
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Writer: Bryan Yepes, Bryson Lashun Potts, Joshua Isaih Parker, Omar Gomez, Samuel David Jimenez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Ima Dogg
Hey, Bryson
I just wanna let you know, you not a cool person
You invited me to come out to L.A.
And the next morning, you told me to get up, and get out
And call for my own ride when I was half awake
I sat at the end of that bed
And I took a picture with that little dusty ring, if that's what you're mad about
But I was half awake
But how you did me, was so disrespectful
You invited me out there, and you disrespected me
And then for you not to even tap in and say, "Hey, you good?"
That's just f*cked up
Come to Cali, just remember this my hood
Haha
(CashMoneyAP)
Hey, Bryson, you're next on my tape
It's Hannah Baker
This ain't No 13 Reasons Why
I'ma dogg and every dogg has its day
And it ain't mine, okay?
I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg
I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg
I'ma treat her like a dogg
Feed her to my doggs
Hit you with this .40, I can't beat you like a dogg
Dogg ass chopstick (chopstick)
Hoes say I ain't shit (I ain't shit)
Bitch, you know I'm toxic (you know I'm toxic)
Shut up and just take dick (take dick)
I'm a ratchet ass nigga, need a ratchet ass bitch (need a ratchet ass bitch)
I can't meet your mama or your daddy, f*ck your family (ayy, f*ck your kinfolk)
I'ma dogg, nigga, don't make me use my paws, nigga (my paws, nigga)
I ball, nigga, that's why she suck my balls, nigga (my balls, nigga)
No missionary, hit her from the back that's law, nigga
Ayy, hold on wait, this bitch she keep on tryna call a nigga
That's how you wanna treat me?
Man, what?
The f*ck off my phone
I ain't do nothing to you
Hoes mad, hoes sad
Hoes mad, hoes mad, hoes sad
Hoes mad, hoes mad, hoes sad
Hoes mad, hoes mad
Man, I think it's 'cause I'm in my bag
I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg
I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg
I'ma treat her like a dogg
Feed her to my doggs
Hit you with this .40, I can't beat you like a dogg
One bitch wanna slit her wrist because I took her AP (I bought it though)
Gave it to her friend, now her guts really hate me (hate me)
Tryna bash me on the net but bitches still gon' date me (she gon' date me)
Bitches still gon' rape me (gon' rape me)
Ain't that shit so crazy? (Ain't that crazy?)
Check the score, city boys up a few points (we up one)
Can I get a two for one with your sister like coupons?
Shit, you can bring a family full of bitches, Groupon (of Groupons)
Got a king size bed but f*cked her on the futon (the futon)
A bitch can't get a thing from me but a nut and a prenup
Still gon' be stuck in my ways with this ring on my finger (finger)
Do not disturb, turn off ringer with Sabrina
Wish I called Corinna, her pussy Aquafina (pussy Aquafina)
I might bark or I bite, but with a ho, I never fight
Pimpin' is my life, so you better go get your pimpin' right
I got hoes in skirts and tights, tryna f*ck on me all night
Flavor full of bitches, Mike and Ikes, I even got a dyke
I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg
I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg
I'ma treat her like a dogg
Feed her to my doggs
Hit you with this .40, I can't beat you like a dogg
I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg
I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg
I'ma treat her like a dogg
Feed her to my doggs
Hit you with this .40, I can't beat you like a dogg
Dogg ass chopstick
Hoes say I ain't shit
You know I'm toxic
Shut up and just take dick
NLE the Top Shotta, bombs like Al-Qaeda
I just wanna let you know, you not a cool person
You invited me to come out to L.A.
And the next morning, you told me to get up, and get out
And call for my own ride when I was half awake
I sat at the end of that bed
And I took a picture with that little dusty ring, if that's what you're mad about
But I was half awake
But how you did me, was so disrespectful
You invited me out there, and you disrespected me
And then for you not to even tap in and say, "Hey, you good?"
That's just f*cked up
Come to Cali, just remember this my hood
Haha
(CashMoneyAP)
Hey, Bryson, you're next on my tape
It's Hannah Baker
This ain't No 13 Reasons Why
I'ma dogg and every dogg has its day
And it ain't mine, okay?
I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg
I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg
I'ma treat her like a dogg
Feed her to my doggs
Hit you with this .40, I can't beat you like a dogg
Dogg ass chopstick (chopstick)
Hoes say I ain't shit (I ain't shit)
Bitch, you know I'm toxic (you know I'm toxic)
Shut up and just take dick (take dick)
I'm a ratchet ass nigga, need a ratchet ass bitch (need a ratchet ass bitch)
I can't meet your mama or your daddy, f*ck your family (ayy, f*ck your kinfolk)
I'ma dogg, nigga, don't make me use my paws, nigga (my paws, nigga)
I ball, nigga, that's why she suck my balls, nigga (my balls, nigga)
No missionary, hit her from the back that's law, nigga
Ayy, hold on wait, this bitch she keep on tryna call a nigga
That's how you wanna treat me?
Man, what?
The f*ck off my phone
I ain't do nothing to you
Hoes mad, hoes sad
Hoes mad, hoes mad, hoes sad
Hoes mad, hoes mad, hoes sad
Hoes mad, hoes mad
Man, I think it's 'cause I'm in my bag
I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg
I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg
I'ma treat her like a dogg
Feed her to my doggs
Hit you with this .40, I can't beat you like a dogg
One bitch wanna slit her wrist because I took her AP (I bought it though)
Gave it to her friend, now her guts really hate me (hate me)
Tryna bash me on the net but bitches still gon' date me (she gon' date me)
Bitches still gon' rape me (gon' rape me)
Ain't that shit so crazy? (Ain't that crazy?)
Check the score, city boys up a few points (we up one)
Can I get a two for one with your sister like coupons?
Shit, you can bring a family full of bitches, Groupon (of Groupons)
Got a king size bed but f*cked her on the futon (the futon)
A bitch can't get a thing from me but a nut and a prenup
Still gon' be stuck in my ways with this ring on my finger (finger)
Do not disturb, turn off ringer with Sabrina
Wish I called Corinna, her pussy Aquafina (pussy Aquafina)
I might bark or I bite, but with a ho, I never fight
Pimpin' is my life, so you better go get your pimpin' right
I got hoes in skirts and tights, tryna f*ck on me all night
Flavor full of bitches, Mike and Ikes, I even got a dyke
I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg
I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg
I'ma treat her like a dogg
Feed her to my doggs
Hit you with this .40, I can't beat you like a dogg
I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg
I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg, I'ma dogg
I'ma treat her like a dogg
Feed her to my doggs
Hit you with this .40, I can't beat you like a dogg
Dogg ass chopstick
Hoes say I ain't shit
You know I'm toxic
Shut up and just take dick
NLE the Top Shotta, bombs like Al-Qaeda
Writer: Alex Petit, Bryson Potts, Alphonce Smith, Brittany Carpentero, Christopher Henderson, Jarques Usher, Jonathan Lewis, Venetia Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Mmm Hmm
Mmm-hmm
(Everythin' Mvjor)
(Iceberg want a bag, bitch)
Mmm-hmm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (grrt, mmm-hmm)
She think I'm f*ckin', she leavin' her panties
I told her to come back to get 'em she playin'
I want a nut like a nigga named Sandy
I woke up this mornin', I feel like the man (mmm-hmm)
Woke up this mornin', I'm choosin' the violence
For all of these niggas they playin', I'm sayin'
Bro popped a Xan' like it was a vitamin
He ain't wake up 'til a nigga had landed (mmm-hmm)
Fresh off a plane, I think I'm in island
But I feel like I'm on another planet
Brought me a freak and she say that I'm stylin'
Say I'm a gentleman and I'm romantic (mmm-hmm)
Yeah, yeah, ayy, race car go like go, go, go
She tell me, "Go slo-mo though"
Whip the wheel like I'm a pro (mmm-hmm)
Exotic car like my name Joe
See a stop sign, but I go
I still drive like a criminal
Aventador, I raised the door (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt) (mmm-hmm)
Either me or them, you gotta decide
Better pick yo' side and hold yo' pride
Come with us, you wanna stay alive
You go with them guys, yo' ass gon' die (mmm-hmm)
Don't gotta describe the pressure I apply
Turn a python to a fry
Never compromise, never sympathize
Looked him in his eyes when he died (mmm-hmm) (brrt)
He bribed, he cried
Don't give a f*ck, he was ridin' with them
He was slidin' with them, so he fried with them
The greatest, I'm him (mmm-hmm)
I see a resemblance, got a nigga tremblin'
Givin' me adrenaline
I don't like rememberin', but I've been rememberin'
Everythin' in my memory for the past century (mmm-hmm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (mmm-hmm)
She think I'm f*ckin', she leavin' her panties
I told her to come back to get 'em she playin'
I want a nut like a nigga named Sandy
I woke up this mornin', I feel like the man (mmm-hmm)
Woke up this mornin', I'm choosin' the violence
For all of these niggas they playin', I'm sayin'
Bro popped a Xan' like it was a vitamin
He ain't wake up 'til a nigga had landed (mmm-hmm)
Fresh off a plane, I think I'm in island
But I feel like I'm on another planet
Brought me a freak and she say that I'm stylin'
Say I'm a gentleman and I'm romantic (mmm-hmm)
Spend money on her, I ain't givin' a f*ck
If she want her a butt, I'll buy her a butt
Behind the back is a truck
She gon' back it up and dump it on me 'til I bust (mmm-hmm)
I said it's a must
F*ck the shit I put in and get back out for us
Is it love? Is it lust?
I don't really give a f*ck, let me get in yo' guts (mmm-hmm)
Did the money make me this way?
Nah, the money made me too paid
Where you at bae? I wanna get laid
From the back, rippin' her toupee (mmm-hmm)
Snatched her wig, now I see her braids
Now I'm payin' for another lace
Toothpaste all on her face
She ate it up and ain't say no grace (mmm-hmm)
I'm like that, my bag different
Medusa head on my fabric
I can make a song adlibbin'
And I bet they say that it's a classic (mmm-hmm)
Got wealth, I'm mad rich
Live lavish with bad bitches
Status can't get vanished
'Cause my way, I'm havin' it (mmm-hmm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (mmm-hmm)
She think I'm f*ckin', she leavin' her panties
I told her to come back to get 'em she playin'
I want a nut like a nigga named Sandy
I woke up this mornin', I feel like the man (mmm-hmm)
Woke up this mornin', I'm choosin' the violence
For all of these niggas they playin', I'm sayin'
Bro popped a Xan' like it was a vitamin
He ain't wake up 'til a nigga had landed (mmm-hmm)
Fresh off a plane, I think I'm in island
But I feel like I'm on another planet
Brought me a freak and she say that I'm stylin'
Say I'm a gentleman and I'm romantic (mmm-hmm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (mmm-hmm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (mmm-hmm)
(Everythin' Mvjor)
(Iceberg want a bag, bitch)
Mmm-hmm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (grrt, mmm-hmm)
She think I'm f*ckin', she leavin' her panties
I told her to come back to get 'em she playin'
I want a nut like a nigga named Sandy
I woke up this mornin', I feel like the man (mmm-hmm)
Woke up this mornin', I'm choosin' the violence
For all of these niggas they playin', I'm sayin'
Bro popped a Xan' like it was a vitamin
He ain't wake up 'til a nigga had landed (mmm-hmm)
Fresh off a plane, I think I'm in island
But I feel like I'm on another planet
Brought me a freak and she say that I'm stylin'
Say I'm a gentleman and I'm romantic (mmm-hmm)
Yeah, yeah, ayy, race car go like go, go, go
She tell me, "Go slo-mo though"
Whip the wheel like I'm a pro (mmm-hmm)
Exotic car like my name Joe
See a stop sign, but I go
I still drive like a criminal
Aventador, I raised the door (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt) (mmm-hmm)
Either me or them, you gotta decide
Better pick yo' side and hold yo' pride
Come with us, you wanna stay alive
You go with them guys, yo' ass gon' die (mmm-hmm)
Don't gotta describe the pressure I apply
Turn a python to a fry
Never compromise, never sympathize
Looked him in his eyes when he died (mmm-hmm) (brrt)
He bribed, he cried
Don't give a f*ck, he was ridin' with them
He was slidin' with them, so he fried with them
The greatest, I'm him (mmm-hmm)
I see a resemblance, got a nigga tremblin'
Givin' me adrenaline
I don't like rememberin', but I've been rememberin'
Everythin' in my memory for the past century (mmm-hmm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (mmm-hmm)
She think I'm f*ckin', she leavin' her panties
I told her to come back to get 'em she playin'
I want a nut like a nigga named Sandy
I woke up this mornin', I feel like the man (mmm-hmm)
Woke up this mornin', I'm choosin' the violence
For all of these niggas they playin', I'm sayin'
Bro popped a Xan' like it was a vitamin
He ain't wake up 'til a nigga had landed (mmm-hmm)
Fresh off a plane, I think I'm in island
But I feel like I'm on another planet
Brought me a freak and she say that I'm stylin'
Say I'm a gentleman and I'm romantic (mmm-hmm)
Spend money on her, I ain't givin' a f*ck
If she want her a butt, I'll buy her a butt
Behind the back is a truck
She gon' back it up and dump it on me 'til I bust (mmm-hmm)
I said it's a must
F*ck the shit I put in and get back out for us
Is it love? Is it lust?
I don't really give a f*ck, let me get in yo' guts (mmm-hmm)
Did the money make me this way?
Nah, the money made me too paid
Where you at bae? I wanna get laid
From the back, rippin' her toupee (mmm-hmm)
Snatched her wig, now I see her braids
Now I'm payin' for another lace
Toothpaste all on her face
She ate it up and ain't say no grace (mmm-hmm)
I'm like that, my bag different
Medusa head on my fabric
I can make a song adlibbin'
And I bet they say that it's a classic (mmm-hmm)
Got wealth, I'm mad rich
Live lavish with bad bitches
Status can't get vanished
'Cause my way, I'm havin' it (mmm-hmm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (mmm-hmm)
She think I'm f*ckin', she leavin' her panties
I told her to come back to get 'em she playin'
I want a nut like a nigga named Sandy
I woke up this mornin', I feel like the man (mmm-hmm)
Woke up this mornin', I'm choosin' the violence
For all of these niggas they playin', I'm sayin'
Bro popped a Xan' like it was a vitamin
He ain't wake up 'til a nigga had landed (mmm-hmm)
Fresh off a plane, I think I'm in island
But I feel like I'm on another planet
Brought me a freak and she say that I'm stylin'
Say I'm a gentleman and I'm romantic (mmm-hmm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (mmm-hmm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (mmm-hmm)
Writer: Bryson Potts, Carson Stewart, Dylan Berg, Mikul Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Still Hood
(Cashmoneyap)
Told my man, turn me up
A lot of these niggas be fakin' and flodgin'
We keep this shit thorough
I don't do no cappin', no yappin'
Everything we livin', everything we doin'
Put this shit in they memories
This shit right in the booth
So when a gangsta walk through
A lot of fake ones gon' leave out
Ayy, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it real good
Mismatchin' different designers, ayy, but I'm still hood
You know it ain't hard to find us, we might be in your hood
Brodie beggin' to get active, it make him feel good
I watch my day one turn to snake, I got him out the way
You can ask him how that fire look when it jump out the Drac'
A different day, a different case, I'm fightin' to escape
I got the utmost faith that I'ma make it out okay
Ayy, I done been stuck in the bottom with sharks and piranhas
The robbers and gunners and runners
I swear I been left without nothin'
We really was strugglin', thank you, Lord
Look at me wrong and I'm uppin' and bustin'
I'm paranoid, I be clutchin' in public
Not scared of you, I'm just scared of the shit I did, might catch up, Lord
Put 'em in the morgue, end of the story
Love my life, I got more of it
Before you take me from the shit that I built, I'ma have to go and destroy it
Had to destroy you in the process, way the lil' children
Lookin' at me like a spittin' image of God spirit
But you better be God-fearing
Livin' life with no complaints
Plenty money in the bank, remember scrappin' up change
If my new deal less than seven mil'
They gon' have to go and walk that plank
New grill from Johnny Dang
When I eat the pussy, got her screamin' "Flawless Gang"
If me and you hit a lick
My loyalty run so deep, I split it with the gang
I done been crossed by niggas I love, I heard the same shit happened to Christ
I done seen a snake eat a mice, then get snaked out the same night
Ever asked the plug "What's the price?"
Then took him down when the shit wasn't right
Never ever sayin' that I was right
Just get in the booth and talk about my life
Ayy, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it real good
Mismatchin' different designers, ayy, but I'm still hood
You know it ain't hard to find us, we might be in your hood
Brodie beggin' to get active, it make him feel good
I watch my day one turn to snake, I got him out the way
You can ask him how that fire look when it jump out the Drac'
A different day, a different case, I'm fightin' to escape
I got the utmost faith that I'ma make it out okay
Ayy, ayy, one thing I never seen was a ho that won't go and a bow not sold
I done seen the toughest nigga try to fight, but the choppa knocked him out cold
I done seen a nigga cop a pipe, by the end of the night had no pole
Know a nigga with a hunnid some guns, never even let one blow
Slap thirty in the stick, put my trust in this blick, not no ho
Even when that bitch jam, thumbin', swear on everything it saved my soul
I was on camera with that bitch pokin' out, imagine if I had unloaded
Niggas 'round me was gon' let me crash out, that shit really be bogus
Now my circle small, peephole
Bread loaf got bigger now
Ain't no more bread crumbs in my hand, look again, it's the large amount
Bad bitches that I'm f*ckin', but still can't put the hood hoes down
Got a bitch comin' out the south, eat it off the bone, she from Orange Mound
Before six people carry, I'ma let twelve people judge me
Know that sight get scary, fightin' first degrees yellin' "Free me"
Rather hear "Free me" than R.I.P., with my face on the tee
Do my time, lay it down in that bunk, never let a nigga hold me
Ayy, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it real good
Mismatchin' different designers, ayy, but I'm still hood
You know it ain't hard to find us, we might be in your hood
Brodie beggin' to get active, it make him feel good
I watch my day one turn to snake, I got him out the way
You can ask him how that fire look when it jump out the Drac'
A different day, a different case, I'm fightin' to escape
I got the utmost faith that I'ma make it out okay
Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it real good
Mismatchin' different designers, ayy, but I'm still hood
Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it real good
Mismatchin' different designers, ayy, but I'm still hood
Told my man, turn me up
A lot of these niggas be fakin' and flodgin'
We keep this shit thorough
I don't do no cappin', no yappin'
Everything we livin', everything we doin'
Put this shit in they memories
This shit right in the booth
So when a gangsta walk through
A lot of fake ones gon' leave out
Ayy, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it real good
Mismatchin' different designers, ayy, but I'm still hood
You know it ain't hard to find us, we might be in your hood
Brodie beggin' to get active, it make him feel good
I watch my day one turn to snake, I got him out the way
You can ask him how that fire look when it jump out the Drac'
A different day, a different case, I'm fightin' to escape
I got the utmost faith that I'ma make it out okay
Ayy, I done been stuck in the bottom with sharks and piranhas
The robbers and gunners and runners
I swear I been left without nothin'
We really was strugglin', thank you, Lord
Look at me wrong and I'm uppin' and bustin'
I'm paranoid, I be clutchin' in public
Not scared of you, I'm just scared of the shit I did, might catch up, Lord
Put 'em in the morgue, end of the story
Love my life, I got more of it
Before you take me from the shit that I built, I'ma have to go and destroy it
Had to destroy you in the process, way the lil' children
Lookin' at me like a spittin' image of God spirit
But you better be God-fearing
Livin' life with no complaints
Plenty money in the bank, remember scrappin' up change
If my new deal less than seven mil'
They gon' have to go and walk that plank
New grill from Johnny Dang
When I eat the pussy, got her screamin' "Flawless Gang"
If me and you hit a lick
My loyalty run so deep, I split it with the gang
I done been crossed by niggas I love, I heard the same shit happened to Christ
I done seen a snake eat a mice, then get snaked out the same night
Ever asked the plug "What's the price?"
Then took him down when the shit wasn't right
Never ever sayin' that I was right
Just get in the booth and talk about my life
Ayy, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it real good
Mismatchin' different designers, ayy, but I'm still hood
You know it ain't hard to find us, we might be in your hood
Brodie beggin' to get active, it make him feel good
I watch my day one turn to snake, I got him out the way
You can ask him how that fire look when it jump out the Drac'
A different day, a different case, I'm fightin' to escape
I got the utmost faith that I'ma make it out okay
Ayy, ayy, one thing I never seen was a ho that won't go and a bow not sold
I done seen the toughest nigga try to fight, but the choppa knocked him out cold
I done seen a nigga cop a pipe, by the end of the night had no pole
Know a nigga with a hunnid some guns, never even let one blow
Slap thirty in the stick, put my trust in this blick, not no ho
Even when that bitch jam, thumbin', swear on everything it saved my soul
I was on camera with that bitch pokin' out, imagine if I had unloaded
Niggas 'round me was gon' let me crash out, that shit really be bogus
Now my circle small, peephole
Bread loaf got bigger now
Ain't no more bread crumbs in my hand, look again, it's the large amount
Bad bitches that I'm f*ckin', but still can't put the hood hoes down
Got a bitch comin' out the south, eat it off the bone, she from Orange Mound
Before six people carry, I'ma let twelve people judge me
Know that sight get scary, fightin' first degrees yellin' "Free me"
Rather hear "Free me" than R.I.P., with my face on the tee
Do my time, lay it down in that bunk, never let a nigga hold me
Ayy, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it real good
Mismatchin' different designers, ayy, but I'm still hood
You know it ain't hard to find us, we might be in your hood
Brodie beggin' to get active, it make him feel good
I watch my day one turn to snake, I got him out the way
You can ask him how that fire look when it jump out the Drac'
A different day, a different case, I'm fightin' to escape
I got the utmost faith that I'ma make it out okay
Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it real good
Mismatchin' different designers, ayy, but I'm still hood
Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it real good
Mismatchin' different designers, ayy, but I'm still hood
Writer: Alex Christian Jean Petit, Bryson Lashun Potts, Daniel Raab Moras
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Drop Shit
Ayy
Ayy, drop shit
Brodie posted on the block with a fully loaded Glock
When he see a opp, bet that he gon' pop it (gon' pop it)
Who would ever thought that I'd be on top
Signin' bitches titties in the crowd while they doin' mosh pits? (Doin' mosh pits)
Get a bitch from after the show, give her dick 'til she throw up
I got her and her friends sayin' that I'm toxic (that I'm toxic)
Nigga think that I'ma ho, it's gon' go up
I been a lot of shit in my life but a bitch, I am not it (I am not it)
I done seen a lot of smoke
But barkin' up this tree, you gon' get smoked
Do what I please, I can't please no ho
'Cause all these bitches be on go
I'm takin' off, you better like the way
Ain't got the time for typin', bae
I been tryna run up this paper a hundred different type ways
Lowkey think he playin' with my cheese, but I'ma find out
Think he two steps ahead of him, I'ma blow his mind out
I ain't goin' for none of that runnin' shit like a running back
Once I leave, I ain't comin' back
I act different when I'm detached
F*ck her love, I don't double back
Unless a opp ain't get whacked
What you sayin'? I ain't trustin'
I can tell when it's facts
I can tell if it's real
Re-up on your loyalty skills
'Cause I can tell you right now how I fell
If you don't reconcile with me, you might get killed
Ayy, drop shit
Brodie posted on the block with a fully loaded Glock
When he see a opp, bet that he gon' pop it (gon' pop it)
Who would ever thought that I'd be on top
Signin' bitches titties in the crowd while they doin' mosh pits? (Doin' mosh pits)
Get a bitch from after the show, give her dick 'til she throw up (come here)
I got her and her friends sayin' that I'm toxic
Nigga think that I'ma ho, it's gon' go up
I been a lot of shit in my life but a bitch, I am not it (I am not it)
I done seen a lot of smoke
But barkin' up this tree, you gon' get smoked
Do what I please, I can't please no ho (I can't please no ho, oh no)
'Cause all these bitches be on go
On go for a rich clit
Lit bitch, thick bitch but can't take dick
Yeah, famous bitches on my hit-list
Kinda crazy 'cause they was just on my wish-list
Bet I get all of 'em like it's Christmas
Give 'em good dick and then they get dick-miss
Am I wrong? I know I ain't trippin'
When I used to shoot my shot, I couldn't hit shit
Now bitches want mister to missus
A whole family with white picket fences
When I say bitches don't take no offenses
Not talkin' 'bout the queens but the ones penny-pinchin'
My point of view might be different but I stand on what I believe
You can take it or leave it
And trust me, it's fine with me
One thing about me, I'ma be straight regardless, I'm heartless
A lot of shit I seen done scarred me
Ayy, drop shit
Brodie posted on the block with a fully loaded Glock
When he see a opp, bet that he gon' pop it (gon' pop it)
Who would ever thought that I'd be on top
Signin' bitches titties in the crowd while they doin' mosh pits? (Mosh pits)
Get a bitch from after the show, give her dick 'til she throw up
I got her and her friends sayin' that I'm toxic
Nigga think that I'ma ho, it's gon' go up
I been a lot of shit in my life but a bitch, I am not it (I am not it)
I done seen a lot of smoke (I done see a lot of smoke)
But barkin' up this tree, you gon' get smoked
Do what I please, I can't please no ho
'Cause all these bitches be on go (go)
Ayy, drop shit
Brodie posted on the block with a fully loaded Glock
When he see a opp, bet that he gon' pop it (gon' pop it)
Who would ever thought that I'd be on top
Signin' bitches titties in the crowd while they doin' mosh pits? (Doin' mosh pits)
Get a bitch from after the show, give her dick 'til she throw up
I got her and her friends sayin' that I'm toxic (that I'm toxic)
Nigga think that I'ma ho, it's gon' go up
I been a lot of shit in my life but a bitch, I am not it (I am not it)
I done seen a lot of smoke
But barkin' up this tree, you gon' get smoked
Do what I please, I can't please no ho
'Cause all these bitches be on go
I'm takin' off, you better like the way
Ain't got the time for typin', bae
I been tryna run up this paper a hundred different type ways
Lowkey think he playin' with my cheese, but I'ma find out
Think he two steps ahead of him, I'ma blow his mind out
I ain't goin' for none of that runnin' shit like a running back
Once I leave, I ain't comin' back
I act different when I'm detached
F*ck her love, I don't double back
Unless a opp ain't get whacked
What you sayin'? I ain't trustin'
I can tell when it's facts
I can tell if it's real
Re-up on your loyalty skills
'Cause I can tell you right now how I fell
If you don't reconcile with me, you might get killed
Ayy, drop shit
Brodie posted on the block with a fully loaded Glock
When he see a opp, bet that he gon' pop it (gon' pop it)
Who would ever thought that I'd be on top
Signin' bitches titties in the crowd while they doin' mosh pits? (Doin' mosh pits)
Get a bitch from after the show, give her dick 'til she throw up (come here)
I got her and her friends sayin' that I'm toxic
Nigga think that I'ma ho, it's gon' go up
I been a lot of shit in my life but a bitch, I am not it (I am not it)
I done seen a lot of smoke
But barkin' up this tree, you gon' get smoked
Do what I please, I can't please no ho (I can't please no ho, oh no)
'Cause all these bitches be on go
On go for a rich clit
Lit bitch, thick bitch but can't take dick
Yeah, famous bitches on my hit-list
Kinda crazy 'cause they was just on my wish-list
Bet I get all of 'em like it's Christmas
Give 'em good dick and then they get dick-miss
Am I wrong? I know I ain't trippin'
When I used to shoot my shot, I couldn't hit shit
Now bitches want mister to missus
A whole family with white picket fences
When I say bitches don't take no offenses
Not talkin' 'bout the queens but the ones penny-pinchin'
My point of view might be different but I stand on what I believe
You can take it or leave it
And trust me, it's fine with me
One thing about me, I'ma be straight regardless, I'm heartless
A lot of shit I seen done scarred me
Ayy, drop shit
Brodie posted on the block with a fully loaded Glock
When he see a opp, bet that he gon' pop it (gon' pop it)
Who would ever thought that I'd be on top
Signin' bitches titties in the crowd while they doin' mosh pits? (Mosh pits)
Get a bitch from after the show, give her dick 'til she throw up
I got her and her friends sayin' that I'm toxic
Nigga think that I'ma ho, it's gon' go up
I been a lot of shit in my life but a bitch, I am not it (I am not it)
I done seen a lot of smoke (I done see a lot of smoke)
But barkin' up this tree, you gon' get smoked
Do what I please, I can't please no ho
'Cause all these bitches be on go (go)
Writer: Bryson Lashun Potts, Cody H. Rounds, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Joshua David Hall, Mason Saerok Wu, Nicholas Mira
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Chicago to Memphis
Nigga, f*ck
F*ck, nigga
F*ck nigga
(Run it back, Playboi)
Raise the murder rate (raise it up)
Anytime a nigga play, we raise the murder rate (blaze up)
Broad day, let thirty shots off and we skrrt away
Park the car, don't drop off, I be front line when it pop off (uh, uh)
When it's crunch time, make it hot sauce (make it hot)
Homicide gon' tape his block off
Let the Glock off, knock your top off, ayy
Watch 'em fly away
Tryna stay up out them streets, I had to fly away (on God)
Mama pray I'm too deep in the streets to stop, I can't (I can't)
Really rich, I woke up, thought to buy that watch, I ain't (f*ck)
I bank at five banks (five banks)
In my hood, I'm hall of fame
I'm on that nine rank
Changed the game, I'll show my niggas how to play, I got away
Still ain't put that fire away, you wanna die, just try today (come on)
My mind right, I'm flyin' straight
I probably walk away (uh)
Plus I know you niggas hoes, just act tough and talk away (pussy)
Eighteen, got sacked up and strapped up just off a play
And I ain't hidin', I'm in L.A., I'm in that Lamb', I'm at valet
Ayy, switch out the tags and the VIN 'cause I wanna spin again
Couple shots in the FN, the rest of 'em in his friend
Ain't enough money in this world that'll make me cross a friend (cross a friend)
Ain't enough loyalty in this world for you to comprehend (comprehend)
Freaky bitch, I beat her back until it bend and it break (bend and it break)
Gave me head up in the 'Cat, I put the police on the chase (police on the chase)
Came in her mouth, got away and still ain't ever hit the brakes
Asked her was she fine, she said her hair f*cked up, but she okay (she good)
I'm as cutthroat as it get and I'm 'bout grimey as a ho (grimey as a ho)
Glizzy gotta match my fit or I ain't steppin' out the door (walkin' out)
Thirty shots, it wasn't enough, so I got fifty at the most
Scratch the serial up out this bitch, now both of y'all a ghost
Get my jewelry from Flawless Diamonds but my bitch go to Wafi
Might get a Urus on perfect timing just to say I bought it
Niggas weird, they slick dissin' on me and damn right, I caught it
A couple weeks later, we had his mama pickin' coffins
This that shit that have you goin' a hundred on the e-way
Stop the car, let me out, I left him layin' on the freeway
Got niggas shootin' behind and after me like it's a relay
Blow his candles at his candle light, call it a murder bday
F*ck the scoreboard, nigga, you can check the stat sheet
Run shit down like Sha'Carri in a track meet
Put 'em in the backseat, then kill 'em on the backstreet
Two shooters a tag team, his noodles on concrete
Nigga, business is what he standin' on
Bullets hit his back, tell 'em show it off like it's VLONE
Few things I don't play about money, and respect, and my jawns
You see me, might play around but I got bodies on my dome
Shot a nigga at fifteen, I never looked back since (never)
Slam a dunk a opp, my arm in the rim like I'm Vince (like Carter)
Purple bandana, purple outfit, Purple Rain like I'm Prince (Crip, Crip, Crip)
I'm a money-making nigga but I can't go out like Mitch (brrt, brrt, brrt)
I bet them bullets change the subject
Why you stop suckin' my dick, bitch? You seen I ain't nut yet (what the f*ck?)
Niggas can talk all they want, I still ain't been touched yet (ain't been touched, nigga)
Brodie tell me chill, he know I kill, but nigga, f*ck that (nigga, f*ck that)
'Cause if I don't get 'em, they got me
If I don't fill 'em, they bodied, put 33 in them Scottie, no Pippen (brrt, brrt, brrt)
Them bullets hit 'em, inject him, we fill 'em like penicillin (penicillin)
We put niggas past the ceiling and the sky, giving God a visit (up there, up there, up there)
Murder, murder, kill it, kill it
Dirty .30, feel what's in it (what's in it)
For certain, I'm murkin' the person thinkin' that I ain't with it (that I ain't with it)
Close the curtain, hospital visits, we flat (come here)
Linin' them bitches, double back (come here, come here)
Nine of them niggas hit up his spine, now he Crippin'
Spine now he Crippin', nigga
Crip, nigga
NLE the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Like what, man? I'll drop 'em
Man, I'll slaughter, nigga
These nigga know what we standin' on
F*ck, nigga
F*ck nigga
(Run it back, Playboi)
Raise the murder rate (raise it up)
Anytime a nigga play, we raise the murder rate (blaze up)
Broad day, let thirty shots off and we skrrt away
Park the car, don't drop off, I be front line when it pop off (uh, uh)
When it's crunch time, make it hot sauce (make it hot)
Homicide gon' tape his block off
Let the Glock off, knock your top off, ayy
Watch 'em fly away
Tryna stay up out them streets, I had to fly away (on God)
Mama pray I'm too deep in the streets to stop, I can't (I can't)
Really rich, I woke up, thought to buy that watch, I ain't (f*ck)
I bank at five banks (five banks)
In my hood, I'm hall of fame
I'm on that nine rank
Changed the game, I'll show my niggas how to play, I got away
Still ain't put that fire away, you wanna die, just try today (come on)
My mind right, I'm flyin' straight
I probably walk away (uh)
Plus I know you niggas hoes, just act tough and talk away (pussy)
Eighteen, got sacked up and strapped up just off a play
And I ain't hidin', I'm in L.A., I'm in that Lamb', I'm at valet
Ayy, switch out the tags and the VIN 'cause I wanna spin again
Couple shots in the FN, the rest of 'em in his friend
Ain't enough money in this world that'll make me cross a friend (cross a friend)
Ain't enough loyalty in this world for you to comprehend (comprehend)
Freaky bitch, I beat her back until it bend and it break (bend and it break)
Gave me head up in the 'Cat, I put the police on the chase (police on the chase)
Came in her mouth, got away and still ain't ever hit the brakes
Asked her was she fine, she said her hair f*cked up, but she okay (she good)
I'm as cutthroat as it get and I'm 'bout grimey as a ho (grimey as a ho)
Glizzy gotta match my fit or I ain't steppin' out the door (walkin' out)
Thirty shots, it wasn't enough, so I got fifty at the most
Scratch the serial up out this bitch, now both of y'all a ghost
Get my jewelry from Flawless Diamonds but my bitch go to Wafi
Might get a Urus on perfect timing just to say I bought it
Niggas weird, they slick dissin' on me and damn right, I caught it
A couple weeks later, we had his mama pickin' coffins
This that shit that have you goin' a hundred on the e-way
Stop the car, let me out, I left him layin' on the freeway
Got niggas shootin' behind and after me like it's a relay
Blow his candles at his candle light, call it a murder bday
F*ck the scoreboard, nigga, you can check the stat sheet
Run shit down like Sha'Carri in a track meet
Put 'em in the backseat, then kill 'em on the backstreet
Two shooters a tag team, his noodles on concrete
Nigga, business is what he standin' on
Bullets hit his back, tell 'em show it off like it's VLONE
Few things I don't play about money, and respect, and my jawns
You see me, might play around but I got bodies on my dome
Shot a nigga at fifteen, I never looked back since (never)
Slam a dunk a opp, my arm in the rim like I'm Vince (like Carter)
Purple bandana, purple outfit, Purple Rain like I'm Prince (Crip, Crip, Crip)
I'm a money-making nigga but I can't go out like Mitch (brrt, brrt, brrt)
I bet them bullets change the subject
Why you stop suckin' my dick, bitch? You seen I ain't nut yet (what the f*ck?)
Niggas can talk all they want, I still ain't been touched yet (ain't been touched, nigga)
Brodie tell me chill, he know I kill, but nigga, f*ck that (nigga, f*ck that)
'Cause if I don't get 'em, they got me
If I don't fill 'em, they bodied, put 33 in them Scottie, no Pippen (brrt, brrt, brrt)
Them bullets hit 'em, inject him, we fill 'em like penicillin (penicillin)
We put niggas past the ceiling and the sky, giving God a visit (up there, up there, up there)
Murder, murder, kill it, kill it
Dirty .30, feel what's in it (what's in it)
For certain, I'm murkin' the person thinkin' that I ain't with it (that I ain't with it)
Close the curtain, hospital visits, we flat (come here)
Linin' them bitches, double back (come here, come here)
Nine of them niggas hit up his spine, now he Crippin'
Spine now he Crippin', nigga
Crip, nigga
NLE the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Like what, man? I'll drop 'em
Man, I'll slaughter, nigga
These nigga know what we standin' on
Writer: Bryson Potts, Elijah Gull, Gorlov Lev Aleksandrovich, Herbert Randall Wright, Tiquon Pryor
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Too Hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Thinkin' that I'm gettin' too hot (gettin too hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
Got two Glocks on each side of my crotch (each side of my crotch)
First nigga play he get popped (boom, pop, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt)
Say your main shooter on go, I'll make a nigga stop (make a nigga stop)
Only send shots at the top (shots at the top, shots, shots)
Make it easier for the people in the autopsy (in the autopsy, 'topsy, 'topsy)
Is he playin' with me or not? (With me or not)
Nigga better D up, too many shots, can't block (can't block)
Thinkin' that I'm gettin' too hot (gettin too hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
Got two Glocks on each side of my crotch (each side of my crotch)
First nigga play he get popped (boom, pop, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt)
Say your main shooter on go, I'll make a nigga stop (make a nigga stop)
Only send shots at the top (shots at the top, shots, shots)
Make it easier for the people in the autopsy (in the autopsy, 'topsy, 'topsy)
Is he playin' with me or not? (With me or not)
Nigga better D up, too many shots, can't block (can't block)
Hoes in the spot, Glock in the couch (Glock in the couch)
Brick on the dresser, we trappin' it out (we trappin' it out)
Never been stressin', I won't see a drought (woo, woo, woo)
Junkies be livin' in here, kick 'em out
Turn the dope house to a ho house, I did it (I did it)
Bring your ho out, make her bop like she Diddy (like she Diddy)
Pressin' on her titties, know I can dig it (dig it)
Say see just got 'em done, can I feel it?
Clutchin' my Glizzy on niggas, can't feel 'em (woo, woo, woo)
I got two open cases, still'll kill 'em
Yeah, I'm all better, but once a killer, always gon' be a killer
It's seen in my mental (it's seen in my mental)
Shooter came with me, he crazy, don't tempt him (brrt)
Glock to his face like we checkin' his temperature (brrt)
Don't got time to play with nobody kids (nobody kids)
Like we in school, I up and dismiss 'em (brrt)
Never repented for the shit I did (no, no, no)
Me and God been knew I'm a sinner (brrt)
Money be fallin' out the motherf*ckin' bank
I can paint a picture that you niggas can't
Write him a check, but I'ma leave it blank
You can't get a dollar 'til you hit a stain (brrt)
You can't find him, then we get on his man
Seat recliner make him switch out his lane
Thinkin' that I'm gettin' too hot (gettin too hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
Got two Glocks on each side of my crotch (each side of my crotch)
First nigga play he get popped (boom, pop, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt)
Say your main shooter on go, I'll make a nigga stop (make a nigga stop)
Only send shots at the top (shots at the top, shots, shots)
Make it easier for the people in the autopsy (in the autopsy, 'topsy, 'topsy)
Is he playin' with me or not? (With me or not)
Nigga better D up, too many shots, can't block (can't block)
Thinkin' that I'm gettin' too hot (gettin too hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
Got two Glocks on each side of my crotch (each side of my crotch)
First nigga play he get popped (boom, pop, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt)
Say your main shooter on go, I'll make a nigga stop (make a nigga stop)
Only send shots at the top (shots at the top, shots, shots)
Make it easier for the people in the autopsy (in the autopsy, 'topsy, 'topsy)
Is he playin' with me or not? (With me or not)
Nigga better D up, too many shots, can't block (yeah, talkin' my shit, go) (can't block)
Niggas wanna be in my spot (how?)
I was at the bottom like the anchor, then I floated to the top (up)
Likin' how your man got dropped (played)
Rich shooter, walk a nigga down in Bottega flip flops
Got good OG with the spray on it
Just 'cause he get the shit from me, had him thinkin' it was 'Za (ha)
I'm a boss, I'm the plug, you get fronted (boy)
How you tell a nigga you gon' help him? You ain't even in the car
Ain't been on that walk, but I might poke (skate)
Met her earlier, f*ckin' tonight, though (uh)
She wants Birkins and shit, that's a high hope (cost)
Take a rock at my watch, pay your car note (skrrt)
Standin' on business, I'm suited and booted
It sound like I pooted, took off in a Lambo' (vroom)
I blend in and get bread with them white folks (facts)
Moneybagg, two Gs, no typo (gone)
Told 'em I'm hotter than Juvy
But really, I'm feelin' like Wayne when he dropped the first Carter (go)
Yeah, big money no problem (what?)
Made 'em close down Bar Harbor just to shop with my daughter
They gon' have to start a GoFundMe, I gave it (haha)
Snow-white wrist and my Celine goggles (ski)
Ain't the type to bite my tongue, I says it (vocal)
Two twins with me in the room like roger (hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
(It's hot)
Thinkin' that I'm gettin' too hot (gettin too hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
Got two Glocks on each side of my crotch (each side of my crotch)
First nigga play he get popped (boom, pop, grr, grr, grr, grr)
Say your main shooter on go, I'll make a nigga stop (make a nigga stop)
Only send shots at the top (shots at the top, shots, shots)
Make it easier for the people in the autopsy (in the autopsy, 'topsy, 'topsy)
Is he playin' with me or not? (With me or not)
Nigga better D up, too many shots, can't block (can't block)
Thinkin' that I'm gettin' too hot (gettin too hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
Got two Glocks on each side of my crotch (each side of my crotch)
First nigga play he get popped (boom, pop, grrt, grrt, grtr, grrt)
Say your main shooter on go, I'll make a nigga stop (make a nigga stop)
Only send shots at the top (shots at the top, shots, shots)
Make it easier for the people in the autopsy (in the autopsy, 'topsy, 'topsy)
Is he playin' with me or not? (With me or not)
Nigga better D up, too many shots, can't block (can't block)
Thinkin' that I'm gettin' too hot (gettin too hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
Got two Glocks on each side of my crotch (each side of my crotch)
First nigga play he get popped (boom, pop, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt)
Say your main shooter on go, I'll make a nigga stop (make a nigga stop)
Only send shots at the top (shots at the top, shots, shots)
Make it easier for the people in the autopsy (in the autopsy, 'topsy, 'topsy)
Is he playin' with me or not? (With me or not)
Nigga better D up, too many shots, can't block (can't block)
Thinkin' that I'm gettin' too hot (gettin too hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
Got two Glocks on each side of my crotch (each side of my crotch)
First nigga play he get popped (boom, pop, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt)
Say your main shooter on go, I'll make a nigga stop (make a nigga stop)
Only send shots at the top (shots at the top, shots, shots)
Make it easier for the people in the autopsy (in the autopsy, 'topsy, 'topsy)
Is he playin' with me or not? (With me or not)
Nigga better D up, too many shots, can't block (can't block)
Hoes in the spot, Glock in the couch (Glock in the couch)
Brick on the dresser, we trappin' it out (we trappin' it out)
Never been stressin', I won't see a drought (woo, woo, woo)
Junkies be livin' in here, kick 'em out
Turn the dope house to a ho house, I did it (I did it)
Bring your ho out, make her bop like she Diddy (like she Diddy)
Pressin' on her titties, know I can dig it (dig it)
Say see just got 'em done, can I feel it?
Clutchin' my Glizzy on niggas, can't feel 'em (woo, woo, woo)
I got two open cases, still'll kill 'em
Yeah, I'm all better, but once a killer, always gon' be a killer
It's seen in my mental (it's seen in my mental)
Shooter came with me, he crazy, don't tempt him (brrt)
Glock to his face like we checkin' his temperature (brrt)
Don't got time to play with nobody kids (nobody kids)
Like we in school, I up and dismiss 'em (brrt)
Never repented for the shit I did (no, no, no)
Me and God been knew I'm a sinner (brrt)
Money be fallin' out the motherf*ckin' bank
I can paint a picture that you niggas can't
Write him a check, but I'ma leave it blank
You can't get a dollar 'til you hit a stain (brrt)
You can't find him, then we get on his man
Seat recliner make him switch out his lane
Thinkin' that I'm gettin' too hot (gettin too hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
Got two Glocks on each side of my crotch (each side of my crotch)
First nigga play he get popped (boom, pop, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt)
Say your main shooter on go, I'll make a nigga stop (make a nigga stop)
Only send shots at the top (shots at the top, shots, shots)
Make it easier for the people in the autopsy (in the autopsy, 'topsy, 'topsy)
Is he playin' with me or not? (With me or not)
Nigga better D up, too many shots, can't block (can't block)
Thinkin' that I'm gettin' too hot (gettin too hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
Got two Glocks on each side of my crotch (each side of my crotch)
First nigga play he get popped (boom, pop, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt)
Say your main shooter on go, I'll make a nigga stop (make a nigga stop)
Only send shots at the top (shots at the top, shots, shots)
Make it easier for the people in the autopsy (in the autopsy, 'topsy, 'topsy)
Is he playin' with me or not? (With me or not)
Nigga better D up, too many shots, can't block (yeah, talkin' my shit, go) (can't block)
Niggas wanna be in my spot (how?)
I was at the bottom like the anchor, then I floated to the top (up)
Likin' how your man got dropped (played)
Rich shooter, walk a nigga down in Bottega flip flops
Got good OG with the spray on it
Just 'cause he get the shit from me, had him thinkin' it was 'Za (ha)
I'm a boss, I'm the plug, you get fronted (boy)
How you tell a nigga you gon' help him? You ain't even in the car
Ain't been on that walk, but I might poke (skate)
Met her earlier, f*ckin' tonight, though (uh)
She wants Birkins and shit, that's a high hope (cost)
Take a rock at my watch, pay your car note (skrrt)
Standin' on business, I'm suited and booted
It sound like I pooted, took off in a Lambo' (vroom)
I blend in and get bread with them white folks (facts)
Moneybagg, two Gs, no typo (gone)
Told 'em I'm hotter than Juvy
But really, I'm feelin' like Wayne when he dropped the first Carter (go)
Yeah, big money no problem (what?)
Made 'em close down Bar Harbor just to shop with my daughter
They gon' have to start a GoFundMe, I gave it (haha)
Snow-white wrist and my Celine goggles (ski)
Ain't the type to bite my tongue, I says it (vocal)
Two twins with me in the room like roger (hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
(It's hot)
Thinkin' that I'm gettin' too hot (gettin too hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
Got two Glocks on each side of my crotch (each side of my crotch)
First nigga play he get popped (boom, pop, grr, grr, grr, grr)
Say your main shooter on go, I'll make a nigga stop (make a nigga stop)
Only send shots at the top (shots at the top, shots, shots)
Make it easier for the people in the autopsy (in the autopsy, 'topsy, 'topsy)
Is he playin' with me or not? (With me or not)
Nigga better D up, too many shots, can't block (can't block)
Thinkin' that I'm gettin' too hot (gettin too hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot)
Got two Glocks on each side of my crotch (each side of my crotch)
First nigga play he get popped (boom, pop, grrt, grrt, grtr, grrt)
Say your main shooter on go, I'll make a nigga stop (make a nigga stop)
Only send shots at the top (shots at the top, shots, shots)
Make it easier for the people in the autopsy (in the autopsy, 'topsy, 'topsy)
Is he playin' with me or not? (With me or not)
Nigga better D up, too many shots, can't block (can't block)
Writer: Bryson Potts, Chase Rose, DeMario Dewayne White
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lick Me Baby
I want you to lick me, baby (want you to lick me, baby, brrt)
This dick make you crazy (make you crazy, brrt)
And don't you tempt me, baby (ayy, don't you tempt me, baby, brrt)
'Cause this Glock ain't got safety (Glock ain't got safety, brrt)
I want you to lick me, baby (want you to lick me, baby, brrt)
This dick make you crazy (make you crazy, brrt)
And don't you tempt me, baby (ayy, don't you tempt me, baby, brrt)
'Cause this Glock ain't got safety (Glock ain't got safety, brrt)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Lick me, f*ck me, touch me, suck me, slut me (slut me)
No more lovey-dovey, just want cuddy (cuddy)
Addicted to pussy, I am a druggie (I am a druggie)
Dark skin, sweet on the inside, my nutty buddy (mwah)
Suck on my Glock like you suck my cock, that shit done turned me on (shit done turned me on)
She get freaky up when she seen my flash from my camera phone (movie)
Climb on this dick, know it's a long journey, but it's throne (it's your throne)
Then jump up and down on it until your Megan is blown (then eat it)
Eat it from the back, if she wash her ass, then it's cool with me (it's cool with me)
Baby, I'm a grown man, that lil' boy shit is foolery (foolery)
She know that I'm nineteen, but I'm f*ckin' like it's two of me (f*ckin' like it two of me)
I'm the lifeguard in her pool, I'm swimmin' in the deepest feet (yeah, yeah)
Get his ho, bring her back to me, she won't wanna go
F*ck me slow, ride me on a ten-speed like we on the road, I'm 'bout to blow
She let me paint her face like Picasso (come here, come here)
She a pro, if she can make me cum just usin' her throat
I want you to lick me, baby (want you to lick me, baby, brrt)
This dick make you crazy (make you crazy, brrt)
And don't you tempt me, baby (ayy, don't you tempt me, baby, brrt)
'Cause this Glock ain't got safety (Glock ain't got safety, brrt)
Ayy, ayy
L-I-C-K M-E B-A-B-Y (lick me, baby)
F-U-C-K M-E L-A-D-Y (f*ck me, lady)
I can give you what you like, choppa T.I
But you got to work this dick like a 9-5 (like a 9-5)
Can you do what I say like Simon say, be my sex slave
I can be your Ray J, if only you be my Kim K
Lets NFT a sex tape, make a couple mil' in a day (in a day)
F*ck you for some cryptocurrency, that shit the new wave
If it don't smell like booty, dick, and pussy, we ain't f*ck right
Got her beggin' for her life when she moanin', is you alright?
If we ain't wakin' up neighbors through the night, she ain't my type (ain't my type, nigga)
If we ain't wakin' up neighbors through the night, she ain't my type (ain't my type)
Can you lick me?
Suck on me like a New York glizzy
Pull out and then I nutted on her titties
She told me nut up in her, then I told her, "Bitch, please"
Told her, "Bitch, please"
I want you to lick me, baby (want you to lick me, baby, brrt)
This dick make you crazy (make you crazy, brrt)
And don't you tempt me, baby (ayy, don't you tempt me, baby, brrt)
'Cause this Glock ain't got safety (Glock ain't got safety, brrt)
I want you to lick me, baby (want you to lick me, baby, brrt)
This dick make you crazy (make you crazy, brrt)
And don't you tempt me, baby (ayy, don't you tempt me, baby, brrt)
'Cause this Glock ain't got safety (Glock ain't got safety, brrt)
Lick me, baby (lick me, baby)
F*ck me, lady (f*ck me, lady)
Ayy, f*ck me crazy
NLE the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Brrt, brrt, brrt
This dick make you crazy (make you crazy, brrt)
And don't you tempt me, baby (ayy, don't you tempt me, baby, brrt)
'Cause this Glock ain't got safety (Glock ain't got safety, brrt)
I want you to lick me, baby (want you to lick me, baby, brrt)
This dick make you crazy (make you crazy, brrt)
And don't you tempt me, baby (ayy, don't you tempt me, baby, brrt)
'Cause this Glock ain't got safety (Glock ain't got safety, brrt)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Lick me, f*ck me, touch me, suck me, slut me (slut me)
No more lovey-dovey, just want cuddy (cuddy)
Addicted to pussy, I am a druggie (I am a druggie)
Dark skin, sweet on the inside, my nutty buddy (mwah)
Suck on my Glock like you suck my cock, that shit done turned me on (shit done turned me on)
She get freaky up when she seen my flash from my camera phone (movie)
Climb on this dick, know it's a long journey, but it's throne (it's your throne)
Then jump up and down on it until your Megan is blown (then eat it)
Eat it from the back, if she wash her ass, then it's cool with me (it's cool with me)
Baby, I'm a grown man, that lil' boy shit is foolery (foolery)
She know that I'm nineteen, but I'm f*ckin' like it's two of me (f*ckin' like it two of me)
I'm the lifeguard in her pool, I'm swimmin' in the deepest feet (yeah, yeah)
Get his ho, bring her back to me, she won't wanna go
F*ck me slow, ride me on a ten-speed like we on the road, I'm 'bout to blow
She let me paint her face like Picasso (come here, come here)
She a pro, if she can make me cum just usin' her throat
I want you to lick me, baby (want you to lick me, baby, brrt)
This dick make you crazy (make you crazy, brrt)
And don't you tempt me, baby (ayy, don't you tempt me, baby, brrt)
'Cause this Glock ain't got safety (Glock ain't got safety, brrt)
Ayy, ayy
L-I-C-K M-E B-A-B-Y (lick me, baby)
F-U-C-K M-E L-A-D-Y (f*ck me, lady)
I can give you what you like, choppa T.I
But you got to work this dick like a 9-5 (like a 9-5)
Can you do what I say like Simon say, be my sex slave
I can be your Ray J, if only you be my Kim K
Lets NFT a sex tape, make a couple mil' in a day (in a day)
F*ck you for some cryptocurrency, that shit the new wave
If it don't smell like booty, dick, and pussy, we ain't f*ck right
Got her beggin' for her life when she moanin', is you alright?
If we ain't wakin' up neighbors through the night, she ain't my type (ain't my type, nigga)
If we ain't wakin' up neighbors through the night, she ain't my type (ain't my type)
Can you lick me?
Suck on me like a New York glizzy
Pull out and then I nutted on her titties
She told me nut up in her, then I told her, "Bitch, please"
Told her, "Bitch, please"
I want you to lick me, baby (want you to lick me, baby, brrt)
This dick make you crazy (make you crazy, brrt)
And don't you tempt me, baby (ayy, don't you tempt me, baby, brrt)
'Cause this Glock ain't got safety (Glock ain't got safety, brrt)
I want you to lick me, baby (want you to lick me, baby, brrt)
This dick make you crazy (make you crazy, brrt)
And don't you tempt me, baby (ayy, don't you tempt me, baby, brrt)
'Cause this Glock ain't got safety (Glock ain't got safety, brrt)
Lick me, baby (lick me, baby)
F*ck me, lady (f*ck me, lady)
Ayy, f*ck me crazy
NLE the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Brrt, brrt, brrt
Writer: Yonatan Goldstein, Bryson Potts
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Youngest To Do It
(Draco)
Ayy, ayy
Youngest to do it, ahead of my time, my soul been here for a minute (brrt)
Pray to Lord, we killed him on a drill and after that I had repented (amen)
Sinnin' and spinnin', I really wanna quit it but the job never finished
Want them in they feelings
I couldn't find cuz so his brother had to get it
Really want peace, niggas keep f*ckin' with me
So I'm f*ckin' them up in the streets
Niggas police, they can rap on a beat
But they still be bringin' people into beef
Why you ain't tell me your OG had ratted on them niggas
When they was up in the streets
Apple don't fall too far from the tree
I'm lowkey thinkin' you was snitchin' on T3
Father, forgive me, I've been feelin' empty
A whole lot of envy been tryna come near me
Repented to killin', I made the decision to kill anythin' livin'
They try to come f*ck with my vision
Been seein' the hate through my lenses
I'm blind to the facts or opinions if it go against anythin' that I'm representin'
Deep down I'm showin' resentment
Big tension from me, never vent and I live by the Fifth Amendment
Every sentence that I'm representin'
Don't get intentions that I was intendin'
No point is intended
But to the people I offended, hopin' you can apprehend me
Understand what I'm goin' through
'Fore you judge me, or the life that I'm livin'
Don't tell me I'm trippin'
More jewelry, more commas, more money that I give to my mama
Most people ain't got a first lady, so I'm grateful for the woman
And she keep it G if I wanna put you to sleep, she gon' tell me to slump 'em
Also told me let God handle when the situation I'm uncomfortable
Edai snitched on three people, I'm just glad he ain't snitch on the drill I went on
'Cause I hit a few people, but a dead man can't speak when he gone
Paper sold your folk quick like the sheets that a nigga gotta sleep on
Sleep and death like brothers, you will never catch me tryna sleep long
Shout out to all of my Grapes, too deep in this gang life to escape
World must be upside down if you see me draw my flag
Keepin' it up, first drill had a purple rag tied 'round my face
I was fourteen sendin' shots through what's his name house, you can ask Lil Trey
Missing pieces of the puzzle, what's the name or what's the name like Russel
Pages torn out the story right before the chapter that was tied to glory
Tryna find what I lost like Dory, but the journey was a struggle
Whole time what I needed right in front of me in my inventory
Whoa, back on my old shit, I get you exposed quick
Nigga, whoa, know you whole bitch, my ho got more nuts than you
Real ain't gotta say they real, but I'm more realer than niggas you f*ck with
I done did more for niggas than they own fam, they still said f*ck me
If we slept on the floor, I expect more from you
Rock the same clothes, I expect more from you
F*ck the same hoes, I expect more from you
Helped you at your lows, I expect more from you too
But being expected don't get you nothin' but screwed dude, that's coming from a loose screw (on God)
If the grass greener on the other side, tell me how green is it?
Is it greener than the chlorophyll pigment or the dollars that I'm gettin'?
You a fool if you think the other side livin' life how I live it
Tried to step out yo' position now you livin' with a regretted decision
When you leave, you can't come back, I'm on to better things my love
Should've been cut you off, I was somewhere hopin' shit turn great
That was the biggest mistake, you fooled me once, you don't get two more takes
If I f*cked you with a glove on, my life would be more okay
Lost files, new motives, brand new car, V-12 motor
My seats a massage sofa, then I fell asleep when I control it
Rolls-Royce umbrella, God make it rain when I told him
Bro said I ain't got shootin' stars 'til I pointed and I showed him
My car cost more than my house, bitch, I'm lit, nigga, on God
Father, forgive me, I've been feelin' empty
A whole lot of envy been tryna come near me
Repented to killin', I made the decision to kill anythin' livin'
They try to come f*ck with my vision
Been seein' the hate through my lenses
I'm blind to the facts or opinions if it go against anythin' that I'm representin'
Deep down I'm showin' resentment
Big tension from me, never vent and I live by the Fifth Amendment
Every sentence that I'm representin'
Don't get intentions that I was intendin'
No point is intended
But to the people I offended, hopin' you can apprehend me
Understand what I'm goin' through
'Fore you judge me, or the life that I'm livin'
Don't tell me I'm trippin'
NLE the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Ayy, ayy
Youngest to do it, ahead of my time, my soul been here for a minute (brrt)
Pray to Lord, we killed him on a drill and after that I had repented (amen)
Sinnin' and spinnin', I really wanna quit it but the job never finished
Want them in they feelings
I couldn't find cuz so his brother had to get it
Really want peace, niggas keep f*ckin' with me
So I'm f*ckin' them up in the streets
Niggas police, they can rap on a beat
But they still be bringin' people into beef
Why you ain't tell me your OG had ratted on them niggas
When they was up in the streets
Apple don't fall too far from the tree
I'm lowkey thinkin' you was snitchin' on T3
Father, forgive me, I've been feelin' empty
A whole lot of envy been tryna come near me
Repented to killin', I made the decision to kill anythin' livin'
They try to come f*ck with my vision
Been seein' the hate through my lenses
I'm blind to the facts or opinions if it go against anythin' that I'm representin'
Deep down I'm showin' resentment
Big tension from me, never vent and I live by the Fifth Amendment
Every sentence that I'm representin'
Don't get intentions that I was intendin'
No point is intended
But to the people I offended, hopin' you can apprehend me
Understand what I'm goin' through
'Fore you judge me, or the life that I'm livin'
Don't tell me I'm trippin'
More jewelry, more commas, more money that I give to my mama
Most people ain't got a first lady, so I'm grateful for the woman
And she keep it G if I wanna put you to sleep, she gon' tell me to slump 'em
Also told me let God handle when the situation I'm uncomfortable
Edai snitched on three people, I'm just glad he ain't snitch on the drill I went on
'Cause I hit a few people, but a dead man can't speak when he gone
Paper sold your folk quick like the sheets that a nigga gotta sleep on
Sleep and death like brothers, you will never catch me tryna sleep long
Shout out to all of my Grapes, too deep in this gang life to escape
World must be upside down if you see me draw my flag
Keepin' it up, first drill had a purple rag tied 'round my face
I was fourteen sendin' shots through what's his name house, you can ask Lil Trey
Missing pieces of the puzzle, what's the name or what's the name like Russel
Pages torn out the story right before the chapter that was tied to glory
Tryna find what I lost like Dory, but the journey was a struggle
Whole time what I needed right in front of me in my inventory
Whoa, back on my old shit, I get you exposed quick
Nigga, whoa, know you whole bitch, my ho got more nuts than you
Real ain't gotta say they real, but I'm more realer than niggas you f*ck with
I done did more for niggas than they own fam, they still said f*ck me
If we slept on the floor, I expect more from you
Rock the same clothes, I expect more from you
F*ck the same hoes, I expect more from you
Helped you at your lows, I expect more from you too
But being expected don't get you nothin' but screwed dude, that's coming from a loose screw (on God)
If the grass greener on the other side, tell me how green is it?
Is it greener than the chlorophyll pigment or the dollars that I'm gettin'?
You a fool if you think the other side livin' life how I live it
Tried to step out yo' position now you livin' with a regretted decision
When you leave, you can't come back, I'm on to better things my love
Should've been cut you off, I was somewhere hopin' shit turn great
That was the biggest mistake, you fooled me once, you don't get two more takes
If I f*cked you with a glove on, my life would be more okay
Lost files, new motives, brand new car, V-12 motor
My seats a massage sofa, then I fell asleep when I control it
Rolls-Royce umbrella, God make it rain when I told him
Bro said I ain't got shootin' stars 'til I pointed and I showed him
My car cost more than my house, bitch, I'm lit, nigga, on God
Father, forgive me, I've been feelin' empty
A whole lot of envy been tryna come near me
Repented to killin', I made the decision to kill anythin' livin'
They try to come f*ck with my vision
Been seein' the hate through my lenses
I'm blind to the facts or opinions if it go against anythin' that I'm representin'
Deep down I'm showin' resentment
Big tension from me, never vent and I live by the Fifth Amendment
Every sentence that I'm representin'
Don't get intentions that I was intendin'
No point is intended
But to the people I offended, hopin' you can apprehend me
Understand what I'm goin' through
'Fore you judge me, or the life that I'm livin'
Don't tell me I'm trippin'
NLE the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Writer: Aleksandr Feoktistov, Bryson Potts, Raphael Udo III, William Boyette
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Me vs. Me is the fifth mixtape by American rapper NLE Choppa. It was released through Warner Records on January 28, 2022.
The mixtape features guest appearances from Young Thug, Polo G, G Herbo, and Moneybagg Yo.
He commentated on it:
"Me vs. Me is, pretty much, a project concept I've been wanting to get out for a long time. I chose a few old songs and I chose a lot more newer songs so that people can see the growth that I've shown musically. At the same time, I'm still speaking on the same topics of what my core fans like to hear from me."
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NLE ChoppaThe mixtape features guest appearances from Young Thug, Polo G, G Herbo, and Moneybagg Yo.
He commentated on it:
"Me vs. Me is, pretty much, a project concept I've been wanting to get out for a long time. I chose a few old songs and I chose a lot more newer songs so that people can see the growth that I've shown musically. At the same time, I'm still speaking on the same topics of what my core fans like to hear from me."
Genre(s): Gangsta rap, trap
Producer(s): CashMoneyAP, ChaseTheMoney, Cxdy, Damn E, Soundmain, DracoKid, Daniel Moras, DJ Khaled's Son, Ellis Lost, Iceberg, Loshendrix, Mason Wu, Mike Mvjor, Nick Mira, Quay Global, Southside, Taz Taylor, YoungKio, Yume
Length: 53:13
Released: January 28th, 2022
Year: 2022